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At The lake

By: Hislittlefucktoy



Hi, I guess I am HLFT. For about a year, I have had a dominant relationship with a girl on line. She turns on her webcam, and I spin little stories for her. She asked if she could publish the stories on a website, and I told her that the stories are my gift to her, to do with as she pleases. When she read the submission guidelines, she told me that I had to submit the stories. So, apparently, I am posting under her user name.

Yeah, I know we aren't a traditional D/S couple, but it works for us.

So, here it is, a true glimpse into our private lives. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. If it helps you, imagine seeing what I see while I write them.

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It's a hot summer day, at the lake.

You are down by the water, and a barbecue is going on.

Bill is there, trying to get your attention, poor boy. He has been trying to get you to go out with him for months. Little gifts, cards, flowers, phone calls. But his "doormat" approach leaves you cold, despite the fact that you want a regular guy in your life. You have been happy to have him repair things around the house, but the man himself, despite his good looks, absolutely fails to excite you.

But the beer is cold, and the barbecued ribs are good.

The kids are all playing, supervised, in the lake, squealing, shrieking and having a good time. You are pleasantly buzzed, but not drunk. You are just enjoying sitting in the shade, having no responsibilities for the moment.

You are wearing a light blue sundress, enjoying the warmth when you can, and enduring the heat when you have to.

Bill comes over to you under the pavilion, and sits down, trying to engage you in conversation.

"Look," He says, "I have been wanting to talk with you for a long time." He looks quietly desperate. You can see where this is going, and you want to spare him the humiliation of laying all his cards out on the table. You look around desperately for something to change the subject

Then my rental car pulls up in the parking lot.

"Oh!" You say, grasping anything to change the subject. "Dave's here."

You get up and walk quickly to the parking lot, with Bill easily keeping pace. He is tall and fit, but even that failed to overcome the complete lack of self.

You start to jog a little on the way to the car, as I am getting out, and give me a great big hug, hoping that Bill will take the hint.

I hug you back, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around.

We make a little small talk as we get my cooler out of the car.

I look at the two of you and say "Are you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?"

You see Bill's face crumble as you say "Oh, Bill isn't my boyfriend."

At that, Bill scuttles off, to salve his bruised ego with copious application of beer. You feel guilty to be treating such a nice guy like that.

We wander through the crowd, with you introducing me to different people, some family, some from your church. The two of us sample different families' barbecue and burgers. 

All the while you are enjoying the fact that I am going to be shoving my cock into you very soon. I have you on orders today; you are not allowed to ask for it. You must be available to me, but you are not allowed to make the first move. You are to be passive at all times.

After about an hour, we have wandered to the edge of the party, despite your attempts to guide us to my car.

When we are finally out of earshot of anybody that might hear, I turn to you and say "You want it right now, don't you?"

Breathlessly you reply that you do.

So, with my eyes twinkling, I look at you and say "Well, I want you to do a couple of things first." 

You ask what you have to do, promising yourself that you will get these things done as fast as possible.

"First, go find the lifeguards, and verify that your kids will be safe and cared for until you come back"

You nod.

"Then, go to the bathroom, and take off your panties. Throw them away, because you are not going to be wearing any for the rest of the day."

"And finally, on your way back past my cooler, bring us both a beer."

"Then come back to me."

You scamper off to get all of your tasks accomplished, and I sit in the shade to smoke a cigarette and wait for you.

The kids are indeed safe, and the shrieking crowd of kids is so dynamic and frenzied that you actually have a hard time picking out which ones are yours at first. They are playing a game with an inflatable beach ball, and they are safe and happy.

In the restroom, you start to feel a little trepidation. The place has women coming in and out all the time. You know you can get your panties off, but throwing them away without being seen might be a problem. Once you get them off, you wad them up as tightly as you can, and carry them out in a clenched fist. 

You drop them in a trash can as you pass.

Wearing nothing but dark sunglasses, shoes, and a sundress, you hustle back to the cooler, fetching two drinks, and hurry back to me.

You return to me. The beers are so cold that water droplets are forming on the sides. 

Knowing that you are forbidden to play the aggressor today, you stop about arms length from me, not really knowing what to do.

I look you up and down appreciatively and ask if you have followed my instructions.

You tell me yes, knowing what is coming next.

"Show me."

You are more than a little nervous about this, because you know that people can see you, though we are away from the groups.

But, you set the beers down, and, turning your back on the crowd, lift the front of the sundress. Your trimmed pubis is exposed. I let you stand like that for a full minute before I let you drop the hem..

Then we scamper into the woods.

We don't go far, just far enough to be hidden.

I order you to your knees

Eagerly, you drop to your knees.

You bang your knee on a root, but that doesn't matter.

You have waited all weekend for this, and now you are going to get it.

I open my pants, and you greedily gobble my cock, taking as much as you can, you suck enthusiastically,

Your hands grasp my shaft, and cradle my balls, as you taste the precum that begins to seep out the tip.

After just a few minutes, I stop you, and I have to pull my cock out of your mouth. Your head lurches forward greedily, but I step back.

"Stand up, Bitch" I tell you, and you leap to your feet.

"You will do anything I tell you, wont you?"

Wanting to get past the talking part, and back to the fucking part, you say "yes"

"I own you. Don't I?" I ask.

Getting sick of the talk, but not wanting to screw this up, you say "Yes, you own me."

"What can I do with you?" I ask.

"Anything you want" You say.

"Then lose the dress." I command, and in an instant, the spaghetti straps are off your shoulders, and the dress is puddled at your feet.

"Hands and knees" I command, and you slip into a doggy style position.

I kneel behind you, grasping your hair in my left hand, and positioning my dick with my right.

You feel me at the entrance of your pussy, 

But I don't enter you.

After a second, you become a little confused. I push in, about a half an inch

And pull back out.

And wait there at the entrance again.

Frustrated, you make a little mewling sound.

You move your hips, just a little, trying to push me into you but I pull back.

"Please..." you say.

I push in about a half an inch again.

Only to pull back out Just a little.

You moan in frustration again.

I start making little circles around your now gaping entrance, and you start to shake your head, 

"Please..." you say.

Again you try to push yourself back onto me, and again I pull back.

Finally, you snap "Goddamit! Fuck me! Please, Fuck me!"

I laugh, and I plunge into your now sopping cunt to full length,

You cry out, and one of your elbows buckles, dropping you onto one shoulder.

"Play with your clit while I do this, Bitch"

Your hand eagerly reaches to your engorged clit, and you start rubbing a lot harder than you normally do and then you feel it building, 

You try hard to hide it from me, because you are afraid that I will tease you again.

But, it quickly builds, the anticipation, the waiting, the exposure, the flirting, all of it builds up quickly, and with a massive gasp, you explode into orgasm.

Seeing your writhing on my dick, I stop thrusting for a moment, until the sensitivity passes.

I lean down, my tshirt pressing into the sweat of your back

I whisper "You disobeyed me, didn't you?'

"No" you say breathlessly.

You are thinking furiously, what did you do?

"Yes, you did, little girl." I say, inches away from your ear, as you lay with one cheek in the sandy dirt. "You were not allowed to be the aggressor today. You had to be passive in all things."

"What?" You say. "I didn't..."

Then you remember. You did. You demanded that I fuck you.

"That's not fair!" You protest. "You made me do that."

"Yes, I did." I agree, pressing your breasts down into the sand. "When did I ever promise to be fair with you?"

"Now" I say. "Are you ready to be punished?"

Knowing that you will enjoy the punishment, but dreading my creativity, you say "Yes, Sir."

You think that I am pleased by your calling me "Sir", because I don't normally demand titles.

"Very good, Kitten."

You wait.

"I want you to ride me in your ass. I want you to impale yourself on it. I want you to ride it as if your life depended on it."

This is a punishment? You ask yourself.

But the instant I lay on my back, my cock sticking up along my belly, you scramble to get into position.

"Stop" I command.

Puzzled, you stop.

"Do you think I want all your nasty juices on my clothes? Put your dress on my lap, so that it soaks up your drippings"

You comply, and after dipping my cock into your well lubricated pussy, you start to work it into your ass.

Slowly, you start taking more and more of it until, after a couple of minutes, all of my penis is lodged in your bowels.

"Wait," I say. "Wait a second until you relax a bit."

Obediently, you wait for just a second.

Then, after asking permission, you start to fuck me, gently at first, but then the need takes over you.

Your eyes go half lidded behind your shades

You start slamming your ass down onto my pelvis

The sand digs into your knees, but you are beyond that now.

You start to gasp with each thrust, as your bottom becomes stretched at the bottom of each thrust.

You close your eyes, forcing yourself down onto me, trying to get as much into you as possible.

"Play with your clit while you fuck me," I say.

You are actually a little shocked that you aren't doing it already

Your hand slips down, once again rubbing your clit.

Without thinking, your other hand rubs across your breasts, pinching the nipples much more painfully than you normally would.

Never once do you stop forcing yourself down onto me.

You can feel another orgasm building

I start talking.

"Yeah, that's it, Bitch, ride my cock!"

The dirty talk would normally distract you, but somehow, it only makes things hotter now.

"Fuck me, you little slut. That's it! Take it. You love it."

Your orgasm crashes over you, and you slow your pace.

"Did I fucking tell you to slow down, Bitch!" I demand, and instantly, you are riding me again.

"Tell me you love my cock!" I demand.

"Yes..." you say.

"Yes what, Bitch?" I demand.

"Yes..."

"I.."

"Love..."

"Your..."

"Cock..."

You are lost now. You have completely shut out the outside world. The only thing that exists for you now is your ass, my cock, and my words.

"You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?"

Gasping you say "Yes...I'm your little fucktoy..."

Though you wouldn't have thought that it was possible, you feel another orgasm coming, building bigger than before.

And you hear a sound.

Instantly, your eyes shoot open behind your shades.

Bill is hiding in the bushes, holding your discarded panties to his face, his penis is in his hand, and he is stroking it.

"Did I tell you that you could slow down, Fucktoy?" I ask.

You start fucking me again. You drop your head looking toward me, but you are watching Bill from behind the dark shades.

The orgasm that had subsided starts to grow again. Bill can't see your eyes behind your shades

Somehow, it makes it even hotter that he is over there, with that incredibly hurt look on his face, a raging hard on, and your panties over his nose, watching you fuck like a wanton.

You start talking.

"God, I love your cock in my ass!" you say.

"I love being your little fucktoy!"

"I love being with a real man. I only have limp dicked assholes around!"

With each word, you are forcing yourself down onto my dick,

"Fuck my ass! Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked!"

You are slamming onto me now, harder than before.

Finally, you hear me groan, and you know I am about to come, your hot talk and your hotter asshole are finally taking me over the edge.

You feel your own orgasm, possibly the biggest orgasm you have ever had come crashing down onto you.

We come together, all three of us, Bill, masturbating in the bushes, me in your ass, and you on top of me.

The world goes black.

You awaken a few moments later, laying across my chest, my dick still in your ass.

I gently caress your back, and kiss you gently on the shoulder.

"I got a little carried away there." I say, looking embarrassed. "Sorry about that." 

"Shhhhh..." you say. "I love being your little fucktoy." You know that Bill can hear you. 

"Just be still..." you say. You ease yourself off of me, and slide your head down, and gently take my softening cock into your mouth, cleaning it.

When we finally get up and get dressed, Bill is gone. We discuss it as we open our beers, and catch our breath.

You decide that he can keep the panties.

At the Lake



CHAPTER 1

Cleaning Services Corporation reported record revenues to stockholders for the past financial years at the annual meeting. The chairman heaped praise on the operations manager Ben Shaw for the way in which the 3710 commercial cleaning contracts had been managed under his direction.

After the meeting the company president sent Ben on his way for a two-week rest.

"You're looking rather jaded Ben; some time off will remedy that."

The job had cost Ben his marriage and his two children had disappeared with Ruth. He now only lived for his job and was hoping to find a new wife before he reached his 40th birthday, due in two months. But although he'd found women to take to bed, none had shown any real interest in him and severed the relationship when he failed to turn up for dates because of a crisis at work. He'd always called, but that courtesy failed to impress.

"I have nowhere to go Frank, I don't really have outside interests."

"Apart from fucking."

The two guys grinned and Frank asked Ben to his office.

Frank wrote down some names and directions and taking keys from his top drawer said, "Here are the keys to Jan and my log cabin and boatshed and the names of the people who run the supplies store, the boat engine mechanic who will come to you within twenty-four hours of engine trouble. That name is of the writer who is living in the loft above the boatshed."

"It's a woman."

"People with the name of Gael inevitably are female. Don't get your hopes up; she's only twenty-three."

Ben nosed his Chevrolet Colorado into the unsealed driveway and his heart leaped when into full view came the wind-shuffled blue lake with tree-covered hills behind it, providing the perfect tonic for a man low in spirit. The gaunt raven-headed driver with a juvenile balding patch beginning to take shape gave a couple of friendly toots, but no one appeared. 

Ben parked off to the side and unloaded. He then leaned against the front of the vehicle looking at the lake when a two-person kayak appeared and the sole occupant waved. He waved back and then went inside to make coffee and put away his supplies.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in for coffee Gael."

"Who gave you my name?"

"Please sit for coffee. Frank Owens said a Gael Pointer was living in the loft. I'm his operations manager. My name is Ben Shaw."

"Big job?"

"So they say."

"I like Frank."

"So do I."

Gael eyed him and said, "His wife is a stuck-up bitch."

"Ouch. So what do you think of me?"

The blue eyes swept over him and she brushed aside her blonde fringe. "Interesting."

"Frank said you wouldn't molest me."

"Ha, you're old enough to be my father. I'm not that hard up. My sports car is away being serviced. I get out when I need company. I come from a small settlement some thirty miles from here so have friends -- male and female." There was accent on the word male.

"I bet they are all married?"

Gael said how true. "Shall we do things together?"

"I thought you suggested I was too old?"

She giggled and said she was suggesting having breakfast and dinner, taking turns at preparing it and cleaning up, walking some of the tracks and kayaking.

"I thought you were writing?"

"Got myself into a hole and can't get out. It's writer's block."

"Give me your draft to read. I might be able to suggest things." 

Gael snorted and said he could find better things to do with his time.

"Don't be stupid. I have my laptop. Transfer the file on to a flash memory stick for me."

"Can you read on screen -- there are 111 first-draft pages to read?"

"Yeah. Glad you are no longer stupid. Actually you look rather intelligent."

"Thank you. Now you have opened the house may I use the bath? There's only a shower in the loft."

"Sure, the storage water supply system should be heated in about four hours. Tell me when you wish to bath and I'll go off on a walk."

Gale looked at him carefully. "Are you dangerous Ben, out here alone with just me?"

Ben tossed Gale his vehicle keys. "There's a .32 locked in the glove box of my vehicle. You can keep it with you until I leave."

"That makes you a nice man, or stupid," Gael said, tossing the keys back to Ben who languidly caught them high over his head.

"You appear in good shape."

"Gym, tennis and swimming -- regularly."

She thanked him for coffee and going out the door said, "Remind me to check out your muscles some time."

He ignored that. "Who's on dinner?"

"You are the new arrival. Come over at 7:00. I can mix vodka martinis but if you want wine bring it. I'm out at present."

"I think we should fuck Gael. It might unblock you and unleash a writing streak."

"Fanciful theory Ben," she said without emotion and walked off. 

He groaned thinking what a chump. His mother hadn't told him never to address a woman like that because she knew he had brains. You asshole. Ben sighed knowing he'd wanted to let Gael know he was interested and had seized the moment. Had she taken it well or had he screwed up?

"Do you take it well Gael?" he murmured sensually and wondered why Gael was placing him in this 'You Jane, me Tarzan' thought process. He was supposed to be spiritually exhausted and over-worked. Obviously Frank was worried about him and wished to prevent a health problem appearing.

"Oh coronary, keep thou away from me, your molester of knaves."

Ben put the empty mugs into the sink and checked the water heater under its insulation mat. It was warming. He returned to the kitchen-living room when Gael returned walking up close. He automatically went to reach out and kiss her; she looked that good with her wind jacket now discarded. She'd come that close to hand him a flash memory stick. 

"Here it is. It includes a synopsis and list of characters with thumbnail profiles. You might only need to read the last two chapters."

"Thanks. If I'm late for dinner you'll know I'm working on this for you."

Gael smiled and left. Ben checked his watch. It was 3:25.

Years of reading reports from line managers had converted Ben into a speed reader. He plowed through the pages reading for sense and to recognized traits of characters and how they fitted in, not to look for literals and misused pronouns. He spent the final forty-five minutes working on individual job instruction sheets to managers as if back at work.

It was early autumn, the leaves not yet turning, so after the shower he dressed in just jeans, shirt and sandals. He arrived right on 7:00 and dragged away his eyes after their greeting. Gael was dressed to kill: hair up, make-up on, cute little breasts pushing out her silk shirtfront and how she got on jeans that tight without assistance he had no idea but did notice the ass appeared to cling to slim hips. Well that's how she managed.

"Given up?"

"Finished." 

"Ah a speed reader?"

"Something like that," he said, handing her a bottle of red wine, the memory stick and a bunch of job sheets -- he always carried spares in the truck.

"Thanks, you look good tidied up."

"You look... you look gorgeous." He decided after a brief hesitation to keep on with the direct approach.

"Is the glove box locked?" she giggled and taking hold of the ten sheets of paper asked, "What's this?"

"Work sheets. I've drafted ideas for the next ten chapters for you to explore. They are to get your mind on track again, not to include as actual chapter notes. You read them, as many pages as you wish, and then you walk or paddle off or soak in the bath and think, think and think, allowing your mind to drift at will until you begin to see your characters in situations. It doesn't matter what they do. Just be pleased you can see them. I reckon a stream of thoughts you are in control with will begin running and somewhere along the way your fingers will twitch to be back at the keyboard and you'll take them there."

"That last bit was beautifully expressed Ben. I guess you are not a writer of fiction?"

"No."

"But I think and see things about me that I think about. My degree is in business management and we were taught how to think abstractly for problem solving as well as to write clearly and precisely by thinking rationally and channeling thoughts."

"Well thank you, I can't say it will help but I appreciate your effort. That is no way for you to relax at the lake."

"I want you to say thanks, this will help significantly AND believe that Gael. For fuck sake, you are dealing with your mind that is out of sorts. It's your mind, not a wayward kid. You have to work on it with everything you've got, remaining aware that it's bigger than you."

Gael look quite startled. "Okay Ben, keep calm. I promise to follow your suggestions."

"Promise?"

"Yes Ben, I truly promise. Now let me fix the drinks."

"I'll fix them. Now get your mind off your writing. List me the top things you like but don't think writing."

As Ben busied himself at the simple bench amid stark surroundings he thought she should work here but live with him at the house.

"Birds singing, sunset, my family and closest friends, waking up fresh in the morning, forest walking, running, books, music, going to the movies -- I adore watching ballet -- singing if no one is around, horse riding and being here. I love the lake. I love the forests and all the birds. This is where I'm meant to be. I know it."

"Here's your drink. Good health."

"And good health to you Ben. I feel freed up a bit I don't know why."

"I reckon you're given a kick-start to your spirit."

"I may have too. Very good Ben. You know, your could be good for me... I mean in the abstract sense."

"A sensible fatherly figure?"

She giggled and asked him to talk about himself.

"Born a country boy. Won a scholarship to college. Always been a nature lover and like everything you said you liked but noticed a glaring omission in your list. I graduated well from college and entered small business as in assistant manager roles and progressed on to bigger businesses and then into corporate and Frank headhunted me. I went overboard on the director of sales and marketing and we married and had two kids but the job grabbed me by the throat and I lost my wife and kids. I'm divorced now but Frank acts as if he were still my father."

"Oh god, Ruth. I've met her -- Frank and my dad are buddies from way back. Ruth lives in Tahiti now doesn't she, married to a tourism operator?"

"I didn't know that. She just packed up when I was away at a business convention and disappeared, taking the kids with her. She applied to have our married annulled and I cooperated fully."

"Tell me only if you wish. Is there are new love in you life?"

"No, they leave telling me I'm too much wedded to the corporation."

"Well that happens, and not only to men. We do have something in common Ben. We're both social rejects."

"How is it that you, being so young, see yourself in that category?"

Gael held out her glass for a refill. "You said my list had a notable omission. I guess you meant sex?"

"Yes."

"When I was twenty I was driving, drunk, and only be the grace of god missed killing a woman and crashed my dad's car. His brother is top lawyer and got me off the drunk driving charge with a suspended sentence and I was permitted to continue at college and finished my English Lit degree, I've only began drinking liquor since living here. I was becoming so wild that dad took me aside and said that I was only toying at trying to become a successful published writer. So he arranged for me to live here for a year and gave me $15,000 to live on." 

She checked that he hadn't gone to sleep. "I bought my veteran English car and here I am. Most of my episodes of sex have been failures. I began here well but in the last couple of weeks have noticed my desire to write fading and then was hit unexpectedly by the blockage. You might think from what I've just told you that writer's block was inevitable, adding brooding to my list of faults. But I finished writing one evening and went to commence next morning and then nothing. It was as if I'd been switched off."

Ben grinned. Gael said it wasn't funny and he replied it was a matter of finding the switch and switching it back on. She grinned.

As they finished their second cocktail she said, "Thinking about it, what you have already suggested could turn my switch back on."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yes I do." Gael went to the oven and pulled out the casserole. Rice was already on hold in the rice cooker.

During the meal, heaping Gael with compliments, she not drinking any more liquor, Ben said, "What about living over at the house while I'm here as my guest, but you working over here alone?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I could get lucky."

She giggled and said dream on.

He said, "Just by having company could lift your spirit."

She looked at him steadily and then said she believed he honestly meant that. Ben forked up a piece of carrot, waiting for her decision.

"When?"

"Tonight, before you get cold feet. You need a bit of a stir Gael and you know it. You have the choice of sleeping in the spare room or with me. If you sleep with me there will be no sex until you are screaming for it."

"Never in my life have I screamed for sex."

"Then you won't be having sex, will you?

"Oh."

"What kind of reply is that Gael?"

"I really can't answer that. I do not like this one little bit. It seems all wrong."

Ben said, "You think it's all about me?"

"Since you mentioned that, yes."

"Fine, let's talk about something else."

They ate in silence. When offered apple slice Ben said no, he though he should go. 

"Obviously I've placed you on an uneven keel."

"Suit yourself."

"Thank you for the hospitality Gael. Apart from that one blip it was lovely. You cook delightfully. Good night."

"Good night."

Gael remained seated so Ben opened the door to the outside stairway and closed it softly, smiling. Gael was now so stirred up something could happen.

It was three hours later before Ben looked up and saw the lights in the loft had been turned off. He went to bed.

* * * 

Initially Gael welcomed the intrusion into her neck of the woods. All the other homes, none of them particularly close, were presently unoccupied. Owners would return in a few weeks when the ski fields less than five miles away opened for the new season. Now the guy was regarded as an intruder, having upset her.

Gael's body was hinting interest in sex. It had been almost a month. Yes she should have been listening to her body instead of being mean-spirited. For all she knew he could be great at sex and that would be a change. Her choices of late had brought disappointment.

She paced around the loft ready to kick furniture. She thought of him, over there, probably with his dick in his hand thinking of her. "Oh god," she groaned, in her mind seeing a rope of semen fly into the air above a figure in darkness. She groaned again and knew she had to do something. She picked up his scribbled pages, no, the handwriting was quite neat, very neat for a male.

Gael sat down glancing at page one and thinking what was this shit? She focused, surprised that he'd known Maggie was harboring this secret desired for Cliff. The notation read: 'Cliff's mom called. Cliff had gone to the cabin, leaving his ammunition behind. What should she do? Maggie's mom said Maggie would take it. Nine hours later Maggie, sweat running from everywhere including armpits, watches. Cliff shoots stream of cum over her chest'.

Oh dear, thought Gael. That is what is supposed to happen, eventually. It's just Ben has got there too fast.

Michael is aboard ketch, keen to impress Jess's parents. Surgeon faces terrible risk. What if sheets (ropes) damaged his hands? Has sensitive surgery Monday. Jess's mom calls out catch. Michael catches yachtsman's gloves. 

Hmmm, Gael thought. Doubt, conflict, resolution. Nicely packaged. You have a writer's mind old man.

Gael read on, digesting everything slowly. The ideas ranged from the good to the absurd. But it was all rather right on the button, designed to activate her.

She read each page and then turned back to page one and read slowly, making no attempt to be critical. Ben was communicating to her and she had to interpret.

Reaching page ten Gael was yawning and rubbed her eyes. "You're not just a guy with a dick, concentrating on putting it about, are you Ben? She wished he were beside her to answer.

Gale turned over page ten and read the note.

'Dear Gael, I said I wouldn't comment but I must. Your sex scenes are appalling. Not in my wildest dreams can I imagine a panting woman (your words) saying to her illicit lover, 'Please place it into me dearest." If she were the minister's wife perhaps by even that seems incredulous. But this is a horsewoman, used to seeing stallions with long hanging dicks and probably watching them in use. She is more likely to squeal, "Ram it into me darling " or perhaps "Ram it into me you sexy bastard". At least you had her saying something instead of leaving the poor guy hanging. Are you aware not all men are confident of getting in until the intrusion begins and the woman emits her first groan?' 

No, Gael wasn't aware of that.

'Twice you have guys who've just fucked a woman almost senseless, staying by her side and cooing to her and stroking her hair unless she falls into blissful sleep. Robust guys like me, I would think, would push her away gently and go off for a pee and then go to find something to eat. Centuries of fucking have designed the male that way. He has no idea how soon the next opportunity to fuck will arise, so he needs to eat to regain energy and be sure he can get it back up and perform at least adequately.'

'Love, Ben.'

Oh heavens. He knew things she didn't know. What else did he know?"

Gael went to bed thinking about Ben but fell asleep before she really had her fingers working.

The morning dawned gray, not a sign of hope. Gael had a pee, brushed her teeth and wandered about glancing nervously at her laptop. Finally she sat down shakily in front of her laptop. Perhaps Ben would have to fuck her near senseless before what had to be done was done. She opened the file, pushed a stray breast back under her nightdress, looked at the unfinished sentence, and drew in a huge breath.

* * *

Near 9:00, breakfast under his belt, Ben was thinking what to do when he saw Gael running towards him, a loose tit flying. He patted his dick expectedly.

"I'm working... it's working... I've written two chapters and it's just coming." She slammed into him and they kissed, Ben knowing not to grab the loose tit, at least not until her intentions were clear.

"Bye, I'm back to work. I'm sleeping with you tonight and I want you to ram the fucker up me."

Ben thought his dick was trying to break out through his zip to look at the great ass flying away from them. He returned inside to ensure she didn't see him when she turned to climb up the stairway. Women have this extraordinary expectation that they only have to mention an interest in sex and their man will stand like a goon, tongue hanging out and a hand on his dick. Well he wasn't like that. Ben went inside and tongue hanging out patted his dick in private. 

Frank called and said, "How's it going buddy?"

"Okay, this place is better than I remember."

"Fucked her yet?"

Ben didn't reply.

"Oh, trouble at mill? Sorry about that. I wanted you to relax."

"She's amid writer's block."

"Oh shit. Sorry to have landed you with that."

"No, you weren't to know Frank. I know what's involved. I'm taking her through the first steps. After initial bad reaction she's coming around. She now knows she has to re-pro-gram her mind."

Frank asked did Ben think he knew enough about that to help without being destructive and Ben replied yes.




At the Lake



"Things are going along okay here. A few bumps but David is in control."

"Frank, please take this calmly. I want to resign. The job is killing me. At my age I'm too early to die."

"Christ Ben, I need you here. I suppose I could split the job in two divisions, giving you one and David the other, you being in overall control."

"I'm serious about resigning, I don't want to return."

"It may be a waste of time hanging around at the lake. Gael still might not yield no matter how long you stay."

"There is wireless Internet connection here."

"Is there?"

"Yeah, so I could do consulting from here, my first job could be drafting your business plan for next year. I could do that if I'm given direct access to your computer and I encrypt all files before retrieving them and sending my work back to you encrypted."

"Encrypting wouldn't be necessary. We're not a bank. You could email Bette to email the files you want. That maintains the integrity of security of our computer system."

"Quite correct."

"Okay, I want you here all next week inducting David and the other guy. Who do you think has it in him?"

"Our regional sales manager Janice Burke."

"What? Don't answer, let me think."

"You don't have to think. She has a strong deputy. Janice knows our clients better than any of us and has been dealing with their complaints for years. She'll jump at the chance. Put anyone else in there and she'll leave you."

"Christ Ben, how about making this more difficult? Okay, you may leave next Friday but I want you here working a full week. You will go with full entitlements racked up to what you would have received aged fifty because I think you deserve that. I'll need the chairman's approval but he's riding on your back right now so thinks you are Christmas and know that expansion phase is over. I'll also toss you the Colorado because you're been such a good boy."

"That is very, very generous of you. Frank, this is something personal. I have heard you and Jan talk vaguely about selling up here and getting a vacation house perhaps in Hawaii. Please sell me this set-up."

"Jesus. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll talk to her. She doesn't appear to have the knife in for you any more You probably don't know this but Jan has married a businessman in Tahiti. Jan is aware they holiday in Hawaii. I hope to have a decision for you on Monday."

"Good, price it attractively and I won't haggle. I know approximate values up here because I went looking for something last spring."

"Well, there you go. Take care buddy."

Ben squeezed some oranges, made two drinks and went over with them to the loft.

"God, I'm only in my knickers. I write well like this."

"It's fine, I can see what I'm getting tonight. Here orange juice, nothing."

"Great. Should I put on a top?"

"No. They're beauties."

"Thanks. Could we talk about something else?"

"Sure, Frank wants me back next week."

"Oh, what about me? Oh, sorry, that just leaped out."

"No it's fine. I want you to come with me. I'm placing my house on the market and you can assist the realty person. She'll want their team shown through. There is an outdoor pool, still being heated when I turn it back on. And 10,000 books. I'll be working 7:00 to 7:00 but you can come into the city for lunch with me if you want to do that. I can grab an hour."

"Oh wasteful you. And you'll bring me back here Saturday -- promise!"

"Yes, that's a promise."

Ben left the writer in peace. Gael had told him her writing was stuttering rather than flowing but at least she was underway again. She'd rewrite these chapters when she was flowing again. Ben would cook dinner and she'd be over for a bath around 4:00 with an overnight bag. She said she would shift in later, once they were settled. He knew what that meant; she wasn't sure he'd come back to the lake.

After messing around and then unsuccessfully attempting to relax and read, Ben called Mrs Bolger the local realtor. Alice had the whole district sewn up so when other agents came sniffing they learnt that effectively it was a closed shop. When looking over properties over three days Ben had shafted Alice, pleasing the 45-year old greatly.

"Oooh it's you, more of the same?"

"I'm holed up at Frank and Jan Owens's place all this week and then will be away for a week. I have a resident lady of interest."

"Oh the writer, too young for you but she is unattached. Drives a blue sports car like crazy. Well if you don't want pussy what do you want?"

Ben laughed heartedly to tune her up. "I'm seeking a free appraisal although it's probably in your head. The selling price for Frank's place."

"The price is near the top, sheltered from prevailing wind, morning sun galore even in winter, best boatshed on the lake apart from a couple of commercial operators, only 2.5 mile cruising to the shops and service village here. At this time of year I'd say Frank and Jan could get $210,000 -- probably $250,000 if marketed properly late spring."

"Hmmm."

"That's what Jan said when she called two hours ago. That's how I knew you were up here and probably putting the writer off her work with that body of yours. Stripped you look like a 30-year old from track and field."

Ben laughed. "Get me the sale and you'll get what you want."

"I actually told Jan $190,000 for an immediate cash sale with the buyer paying all costs. The license to occupy that shoreline has 15 years go run. I thought you would have been sharp enough to ask for that information."

"You know guys, they think of only one thing."

Alice cut the call, laughing her head off.

Ben had figured on paying at least $250,000. With his severance payouts he'd easily be able to pay 200k cash.

CHAPTER 2

Gael arrived wearing a gown and carrying a travel bag. "Is it okay if I roam this house when we're alone just in panties?"

"Yeah, that's cool. A pair of good tits don't scare me none."

"That's awful grammar."

"I'm not giving you lip about wanting to walk around baring your tits."

"No you haven't. I apologize."

"Nothing to apologize about."

She smiled and said she was going to run a bath. Ben said he'd bring in drinks -- what did she want?"

"Vodka over ice. If you come in you'll see me."

"Isn't that supposed to happen?"

Gael blushed and said yes.

When Ben returned with her drink and his beer she looked at him confidently and said, "Jump in."

"See?" he laughed. "The heroine doesn't said in today' setting, 'Would you care to join me in here?' or "Please consider getting into the bath and touching me."

"Oh yes. Just strip and jump in with that big thing all stiff and ready."

"Exactly," Ben said triumphantly. "You are warm in the bath, your heart is racing, your pussy is active, practically blowing bubbles and you are singing silently to yourself, "I want to be fucked, Oh I so much want you to fuck me Reggie'. So you telegraph lust to your eyes, you part your moist lips -- I meant the ones on your face -- seductively and you coo, "Jump in Reggie."

"I coo?"

"Yes, it's a tone from a female that goes straight to the heart of a guy's genitalia."

"It does?"

"Yes."

"I didn't know that."

"Gael, you are only twenty-three and probably never have been fucked properly. You still have so much to learn," Ben said, putting their drinks on a chair and taking of his shirt and when he bent over to pull his shorts and undies off and straightened, Gael cried, "Ohmigod."

"Oh come on Gael, you would have seen dicks before."

"No, no. It's not that. Look at your body... barely an ounce of fat and oh god, look at your abs... you have the body of a thirty-year old guy in his prime."

"Glad you like it Gael. It's been crafted to operate as a fucking machine."

Gael turned crimson. She splashed about nervously wondering whether there would be enough room for them.

"Keep calm and keep still. I'll slide my legs outside of yours. There's heaps of room. Haven't you had a bath with a guy or a woman?"

"No," she said vaguely as if thinking had she been socially deprived.

Ben really eyed her tits for the first time. He really would like to slurp between them. Not big, cute nipples. They were drooping because she was sitting, her back muscles out of play.

"I'm sorry," she said looking where he was looking. "They droop when I sit down."

"No problem darling, all the easier to suck."

"Er, ought you be calling me darling?"

"Yes, absolutely. If I don't think of a woman as darling, I shouldn't fuck her."

"Oh. You have me under enormous pressure Ben. Although I know what to do I'm scared I might not act correctly and you'll think I'm not cooperating."

"Well thank you for that sweetheart. You now know I have that information and won't think you are uncooperative."

"Oh, I'm feeling like a scatty teenager."

"Good, remember this for a future novel. Do you know how they feel?"

"No, I don't think so. Mom said I missed that phase and been the usual bitch that 14-year olds often are."

"You're just been overly nervous thinking I'm your first older man and I was fucking when you were starting school."

"I had been thinking before I was born."

"I would suggest that would not have been legal. I'm thirty-nine running into forty so our age difference is sixteen years plus or minus a few months."

"Oh, I had no wish to upset you."

"You're not. We are the ages were are and nothing can change that."

Ben knew he had to end this uncertainty. He rose to his knees and shuffled forward, holding up his thickening cock. "Here Gale, lick this up hard and then attack it as if it's the last cock you'll ever suck. We have to get you relaxed."

Ben had Gael riding him cowgirl before dinner and reverse cowgirl after dinner. Tits flying, sweating and towards the end each time yelling, she just loved it. Ben was left wondering what kind of guys had been fucking here. Eighteen-year old social misfits" 

In bed Ben tipped her on to her nose and rode doggy. She liked that as well and when told it was doggy she went ruff, ruff, ruff until stopping to take in huge gasps. Ben soaked a little finger in leaking pussy juice and slowly inserting it into her butt, Gael yelling "What the fuck are you doing?" before being swept away in an enormous release.

Rolling on to her back she smiled and wheezed, "I think I was feeling I'd died and gone to heaven. You are a master fucker Ben."

"Oh thank you darling," Ben managed to reply modestly.

Resting briefly, Ben looked into the bottom drawer and found half a dozen DVDs, all featuring lesbian action. He realized he was on Jan's side of the bed.

"Know anything about lesbian sex?"

"A little, I did go to college. I'm not sure I'm ready for a threesome yet."

One of the side of the bed Ben found a draw full of adult DVDs, a couple of straight ones, three of group sex and the remainder from a cursory look appeared to be anal focused.

Ben held up a selection and said, "Choose one," only to find Gael was deeply asleep.

Sun was streaming into the bedroom when Ben awoke to find Gael swinging on his dick. His grin was already so wide he couldn't enlarge it in delight that his bedroom protégé had initiative and was going at it like a bunny. She was good. He then had a thought.

"Have you been saving pussy from excessive usage for your marriage?"

She grunted and nodded. 

"Well we can save your ass for your wedding night," he offered and she grunted something unintelligible.

Pushing Gael's flying hair away from her eyes, Ben looked down and saw something totally unexpected: she had so much of his dick down her throat it was only half an inch from his ball-bag. He could only recall Jackie Steinberg and an old bag who'd grabbed him at a party gobbling farther that Gael had. He reached over and patted her ass and just as well she was back sucking the head of his cock because he blew. He then learned she swallowed. Marveling Gael was so good at it Ben thought perhaps there was her father, eight brothers, several uncles, near neighbors half the town... he returned to his good sense, feeling a little ashamed for having such nasty thoughts about dear Gael.

Over breakfast he asked how was it she'd become so good at cock-sucking.

She blushed and said she had been told by older girls that some guys when sucked don't feel like fucking until a lot later so she decided to suck and reduce the number of times she got the other thing.

"Of course there are guys who can go day and night until you scream enough. Saying your period has started is always useful but a few guys find that is no deterrent. Tell me why did you marriage fail?"

"You've met Ruth. Any ideas?"

"She seemed pleasant enough but I'd say she had a selfish streak. She probably though you spent too much time at work."

"Yeah right. I didn't see that coming, the selfish streak I mean. Even in bed once we'd fucked she turn over and ignore me, sometimes turning on the light and reading. I was earning enough money so she didn't have to work but she worked part-time in a jeweler's store. She loved jewelry and admired people who liked it. If I sorted out something to buy her as a present she'd always want something different and twice the price."

"She liked being in charge."

"Yeah, to such an extent when we were in the car together she always drove and on vacation the only thing she took from the car was her handbag. It became so obvious that Karen our oldest used to ask, "Daddy why do you let mom boss you?"

"Why did you?"

"I stood firm a couple of times. We rowed and she disappeared on each occasion for two days. I can tell you that's scary. Once time was when Karen was an infant. I panicked but found more than the usual supply of expressed milk in the fridge. Ruth was a bitch but not a callous bitch. At the end of the day all I can say I should have made my stand right at the beginning that I was not someone to be bossed around. But I failed to do that, being too eager to get at pussy again I guess. You know men are not the most brilliant creatures around. In the end the job grew on me, taking more and more of my time. I knew from hints from friends she was seeing other guys. After that we drifted apart quite rapidly and one day she took off with the kids without letting them say goodbye."

"Oh god."

"Just keep on being so lovely as a person Gael and it will be unlikely to happen to your marriage. Well enough of this melancholy that is drifting into morbidity. Get your fine ass up those stairs and think about writing, although not necessarily writing. I've read that professional writing involves discipline and that doesn't surprise me. Most professionals work to discipline."

"You are so good for me darling. Oh, that was a slip."

Ben purred, "I like it. Then will you be my darling?"

"For how long?"

"Let's say at least until we finish this book."

"We?"

"Yes, I'll be your assistant," he said. "Give me the chapters as you finish them and I work on them, suggesting where you might spruce up."

"Spruce up? That a new literary term."

"You know what I mean... thoughtful, intelligent and riveting suggestions."

"Oooh, that sounds sexy. Perhaps even better than thinking bed play."

Ben scratched his head. "You know you should carry a notebook."

"I have a writer's log in the loft."

"I mean you should carry it with you. We are capable of making useful remarks that could spruce up your book."

"There goes that word spruce again. You mean I should note your comment about thoughtful, intelligent and um..."

"Riveting."

"...riveting suggestions."

"Yeah, and a comment like this one. Let me think. Ah yes, 'Oooh, that sounds sexy. Perhaps even better than thinking bed play'."

"Oh, yes, we were told about that. I've forgotten and yes, you have spruced me up; I think that's the first time I've ever used the term bed play. I wasn't aware I knew it. You can spruce me up as much as you wish."

As soon as Gael left Ben realized he missed her. You horny old toad, he thought, but didn't grin. It wasn't about that; it was her presence at the core of that thought and he knew what this was about: He'd met and was associating with a woman who was interested in him.

Ben sat and massaged his chin, his favorite thinking pose and action. Only his mind was blank as he listened to an inner voice, "Gael is interested in me. Gael is interest in me."

Later after messing around Ben changed into his running gear and ran the seven miles to the village. He said to the guy at the service center, "Are you the boss?"

"He's in the office shagging Mrs Watson or talking to her."

"Hi, my name is Ben."

"Toby. Staying around here?"

"Yeah, at Frank and Jan's place. See you around."

Ben found the burly boss dictating to Mrs Watson. He waited.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Hi I'm Ben, staying at Frank and Jan's place. I work with Frank."

"A good guy but she's up herself."

"Ruben, that is not nice."

He shrugged at Mrs Watson and turned to Ben. "I'm Ruben. You're holding us up. What do you want?"

"Gael Pointer's car under that dust cover. What's the hold up?"

"It's a very old foreign car and with a cracked distributor cap. I wonder why we don't have that part in stock?"

"Yeah Ruben, I owe you a beer for making a fool of myself. Will catch you at the bar sometime."

"Good morning Mrs Watson."

"Goodbye. I say, how do you know my name?"

"You are famous around these parts."

Ruben who'd earlier spotted Ben talking to his assistant Toby grinned. "I like a guy who knows how to tease a woman. That part should come with the mail in the morning. Run down here with Gael anytime after 11:00 and she'll drive you home. Shut your eyes and you won't get scared."

The next day the two runners returned home in the love of Gael's life, a blue 1976 MG Midget Mk 1V 1500 with black hood and huge black bumpers and a chrome luggage rack on top of the trunk. Ben had seen Gael's eyes fire when she pointed to the vehicle, parked outside the workshop, ready to go. The soft-top was up because it was raining. She asked if Ben wanted to drive and foolishly he said no, having heard that Gael drove 'like crazy'. 

Ben, only 5ft 10in wound himself into the front seat and buckled in.

"Ready?" Gael asked casually but with an edge to her voice than could only be described as suppressed excitement. She took off with a loud hoot that almost scared the crap out of Ben, the yell coming so unexpectedly. And well before they hit the end of the low speed zone through the village they were traveling at 70 mph and stayed at that speed, or almost, all the way home including around some quite tight corners. She may have slowed but Ben was unable to read the speedo because his eyes were shut.

"This car is my love," Gael said proudly, parking on the cleared strip that resembled a lawn.

"Are you all right?" she asked Ben, looking at him closely.

Ben muttered, 'Let's grab a beer' and led her inside.

Speed behind the wheel became both an age and character difference between them, because late Sunday afternoon when they set off for the city 320 miles away Gael asked, "Doesn't this tank go any faster?"

"I'm comfortable driving at this speed and within the law."

"Oh that's nice for you," she said, without adding 'grandpa'.

They arrived late and had stopped at a diner on the way. Gael ran through the house and come back to report. "The house is not you."

"No, you are right about that."

"It's so flash compared with the lake house. You'd feel obliged to be cleaning all the time living here."

"I think that's what Ruth used to do for half the day."

"You should have put her back to fulltime work."

Ben said that probably would have been the sensible decision, but didn't mention no one including her father could really tell his ex-wife what to do. "Ready for bed?"




At the Lake



"Let's go for a swim. Lovely pool."

"It's almost 10:30 and I've only just switched the heater on."

"So?"

Ben had no answer so said, "Do you have your swimsuit?"

"Who needs a swimsuit?"

"Er, the near neighbors."

"Fuck the neighbors. Anyway they will be asleep in front of TV."

And so a new way of life began for Bernard Raymond Shaw, but he was prepared to adjust but resolved there would have to be some concessions from Gael, although he'd learn although she was agreeable to almost anything he said she tended not to change unless it became and issue and then she might change or compromise. For example, meals. Ben was used to having breakfast at around 7:00, lunch at 12:15 and dinner at 7:00 whereas depending what she was doing, Gael would eat breakfast any time from 6:00 to 9:00 and although she'd grab a sandwich anytime throughout the day she wouldn't eat a meal again until dinner, until they went out somewhere for lunch or people visited and then she'd really only nibble.

Gael stayed at the house all that week, having no interest in going to the museum, library or art galleries and when Ben offered to get female friends to go shopping with her she said in surprise, "I only go shopping when I have to buy something."

"The mall has had a multi-million make-over and has some magnificent new fashion shops."

"Well goodie for the mall. I'm working on my novel in the shade house beside the pool and swimming. I love swimming. It's a pity our lake is so fucking cold."

Our lake? 

Ben's heart picked up pace. So she liked him, she's already told him she liked living with him and she liked the lake except for it being fucking cold. He said nothing but drove off to work bathed in excitement. She was taking to him!"

That Monday was one of the great days in Ben's life. Frank took him to lunch where they met Jan and soon after Jan and the men kissed she said, "We have been looking on the Internet for holiday homes for sale in Hawaii and have become very excited about it. We are willing to sell you the lake cabin, boathouse and the boat -- actually everything apart from some of my mother's china and two of the painting -- for $195,000. You pay all costs."

"Okay, deal. Let's go to your attorney from here. Oh, Gael and I are, um, are living together."

"I thought that might occur," Jan said. "There's not much else for a young woman to do apart from writing and being active outdoors. She needs to have something to do at nights."

Over dinner that night Ben said, "Jan and Frank have agreed to sell me the cabin and boat."

"What!" Gael rushed around the table and sat on Ben's knee and kissed him. She was not wearing a bra so popped out a breast and said. "Go after it big boy. I'm so pleased with you."

The next evening when they were in the pool Gael asked could they drive home on Friday night.

"No, there is a function for me Friday evening -- a cocktail party for all staff and then department heads and partners farewell me over dinner, with the chairman hosting the event."

"I have a trouser suit with me I can iron."

"I want you wearing a little black dress. I'll give you the money."

"No, you buy it if you wish to waste your money. I'll give you my size."

"No, I'm taking you to the mall. I want a perfect fit for you and shoes. And your hair..."

"I'll comb my own hair thank you... oh, all right. Wipe off that disappointment. I can see you want to show me off. Okay, hairdressers and I'll get my nails done and face made up. So you want to do more things for me than fuck me and help with my writing?"

"Yes -- think of it as a full partnership."

"You'll tire of me but okay," Gael said. "Spoil me if you wish. You are far better than any other male I've taken more than a passing interest in. Do you want to marry me?"

"Dunno?"

"Well that's a relief. Still I'm due to reunite with the family. You better come with me. Mom may not take to you because of the age difference. But let's see. I don't care what any of the others think."

"I suppose I best go with you then."

"Oh dear, you are really relaxing since I first met you. Are you sure you want to waste you life around me?"

"I'm purchasing the cabin and boatshed aren't I?"

"Yes, well that is a commitment to a lifestyle still foreign to you but it's a change I'd like to see you make. I do need a companion... some of the time. Is your vehicle four-wheel drive?"

"Yes."

"Then we should buy camping out gear and walk some of the tracks before the snows and storms come. Let's experience nature together."

"Okay, but I don't want to civilize you or stifle you. Do you want to have a baby?"

"Yeah, soon. I'm not looking forward to been at the functions on Friday night. I won't know anyone apart from you, Frank and Jan."

"Talk to the guys about sex and talk to the women about your book. Many of them will be interested in talking about wilderness living that they know they'll never experience because it involves a big leap forward they're not prepared to take."

"Okay, fuck me now."

"Um, I used to do that with Ruth in this pool before we drifted apart."

"I don't care. I'm not Ruth. Lay me back over the tiles at the shallow end. I might stop taking the pill soon but I won't tell you if I do."

"That's fine. I now just want to drift along. Frank is giving me my first contract as a consultant and I think we should got to the bar in the village on Friday nights and get to know more people as the lake will be our home now. We can eat at the restaurant."

"I love you Ben," Gael said, kissing him deeply.

He grinned. "Come on now, don't get too carried away. Let's entertain this pussy of yours."

"Oooh."

THE END 



At the Lake



We were having a barbeque by the lake near work one day. It was exceptionally windy, so it was lucky I could stand behind the barbeque, as the dress I was wearing kept being blown up! Mitchell kept coming over bringing me food and topping up my champagne. Occasionally he would stand behind me, and when he did I didn't bother trying to put my dress down. We had been secretly sleeping together for a couple of months, and I took opportunities to tease him a little when I could. He teased me equally; cupping my butt when he stood behind me in line, kissing me deeply right before he had to go to a meeting... he had even fingered me in his office but hadn't let me come.

The wind got too much so we decided to move to a different location before I had finished cooking the chicken. Mitchell said he'd stay with me to help me carry the food up.

"It's not half obvious that you're trying to spend time with me," I said with a grin. I welcomed the alone time, and it was really nice down at the lake.

"Don't you want me to stay?"

"Of course I do! I love getting to spend time with you. And, you look reeeaallly good today." 

He was wearing beige cino pants and a black polo that I had suggested he buy. He topped it off by wearing his glasses, which he knows I love. He looked smart and fit.

"You look very nice as well. That dress is very figure-hugging."

"Thanks, I was feeling confident this morning."

"Well, you pull it off. Here, hop up here," he gestured for me to sit on the benchtop next to the barbeque.

"Mmm I like being up here, makes it easier for me to kiss you." 

I leant in and kissed him softly on the lips and drew back so we would step in closer. He hands went to my hips as I kissed him again, this time with more vigour.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a porno start like this once," he said, amused.

"I never asked you, what kinds of porn do you watch?"

"Well I haven't had to watch much lately," he said with a cheeky grin, "But when I do, there's a few: lesbian, mature, a bit of anal."

"Ok, not too surprising, although the mature one is a bit left of centre, considering it completely goes against what's happening here" I gestured between us; he is eleven years older than me. "I watch lesbian sometimes, some public, mostly group though." 

"Group hey? Do you think you'd have a threesome? Two girls or a girl and a guy?"

"Either... I'm intrigued to know what going down on a girl is like."

"It's fantastic, you should definitely try it sometime."

"Maybe one day," I said with a wink.

"I also like a site called Literotica, have you heard of it? It's user-submitted erotic fiction."

"Yeah I've more than heard of it, I really like it actually. What categories do you read?"

"Lesbian, anal, group."

"Hmm, I sense a theme."

"Well how about you?"

"I guess I'm a bit old fashioned; I like erotic couplings mostly, but also a bit of exhibitionist/voyeur," I replied.

"Interesting."

It was fun to get this stuff out in the open, I enjoyed sharing interests and fantasies. It felt like the right time to confess one of my hobbies.

"Have you ever submitted? Or do you just read?"

"Only read," he paused for a moment while he appeared to have a light bulb moment. "Why, have you submitted something?"

"No. I've thought about it, but nothing's quite finished."

"Finished? So you've written stuff? What, or who's it about? A particular dark-haired professor, by any chance?"

"Actually, yes. But I don't think it's quite what you'd expect."

"Are the characters actually aliens? Orange is the new black-style?"

"Haha no, the characters are human, it's all quite normal. I just think the events depicted aren't what you think they might be." I thought he might think the story was about our recent trip to Paris, but the truth was, I had fantasised about him long before anything happened between us, so the stories I was working on were mainly about those fantasies. For now. 

"Can I read it?" he asked keenly.

"Yeah, I'd like that actually. I think that's partly why I told you," I said, a bit embarrased but excited at the prospect of being able to turn him on in a different way.

"I look forward to it."

I leant over to turn the chicken and my dress flared up, giving him a great view of my arse. He lightly caressed the exposed cheek then squeezed it. 

"So, public sex porn and exhibitionist fiction, hey?"

"Yeah, I think it's both the idea of fresh air, and the thrill of being seen."

With that, he spread my legs apart forcefully then slowly brushed his hand along the inside of my thigh.

"Is this public enough for you?" he asked.

"I'd say so, yeah." I said with a grin, wondering how far we would go.

"And is that why you weren't trying to push your dress down when the wind was blowing it up before?"

"Perhaps."

"Were you hoping I'd see your arse?"

"Yes."

"And what about when you wear low cut tops? Is that for anyone in particular?"

"Sometimes. Do you like them?"

"I don't think I've seen you wear anything that doesn't look good on you... although I do prefer with your clothes off. Or..." he trailed off, with a scheming look on his face.

"Oooorrr what?"

"Clothes, but no underwear underneath," he whispered hoarsely into my ear.

"Hmmm... I do like the feeling of tops on my breasts with no bra. It makes my nipples very erect! But I don't think my breasts are small or perky enough to get away with it. As for underwear, it would make for easy access I guess..."

"It would indeed. And your breasts are lovely, by the way."

"Thank you," I said, blushing.

He kept stroking my thigh and kissed me slowly up my neck to just behind my ear. His beard tickled my neck and it sent shivers up my spine.

"So we're out in public, I have your legs spread, we're talking about fantasies... Is it all making you wet?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" he barely needed an invitation - his fingers were already pulling my underwear aside. He stroked his thumb slowly along my swollen pussy lips.

"Oh wow!"

"Yeah, you could say I'm pretty turned on right now."

"I can tell," he grabbed my arse with his other hand at the same time he pushed a finger inside me. 

I let out a little moan and tugged him toward me by his belt loops. Our lips were mashed together and our tongues swirled as I freed his belt from its buckle and unzipped his pants. I ran my palm along his shaft over his underwear. He was rock solid.

"I see all this talk and touching has turned you on as well," I said as I ran my thumb around the tip of his penis. "Are you happy to stay here?"

"Definitely, I want to give this outdoor sex thing a try."

Without any warning he dropped to his knees and replaced his hand with his mouth. His tongue slid from my opening to my clitoris and back again. I put an arm by my side to support myself and ran my fingers through his hair with the other. He flicked his tongue against my clit over and over then slowly, teasingly inserted two fingers inside me, pressing them against the front wall of my vagina. It felt amazing... the anticipation of his fingers sliding all the way in while he ate my pussy hungrily. Suddenly he jerked them out and I gasped but he repeated the movement, this time even slower! He did this a few more times, all the while lapping at my pussy, which by now was dripping wet. As he sensed I was getting close to orgasm, he built up the speed and pressure until my pussy clenched hard around his fingers and I let out a final gasp and moan. Man, did he know what he was doing down there!

I barely had time to catch my breath. He had already stood up and had pulled his underwear down enough for his cock to escape. He grabbed my arse and pushed his hard cock inside me. My legs wrapped around his back instinctively and I thrust into him with a moan. He kissed me deeply as he withdrew almost all the way and thrust back into me.

"Does it turn you on that people could be watching us right now?" I asked.

"Uh huh," He could barely string an answer together.

We fucked at a nice steady pace while we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths and my hands roaming over his chest, shoulders and neck. I absolutely loved running my hands through his chest hair. I had pretty much forgotten where we were.

He picked up the pace a little; I could tell he was getting close. His mouth went to my breasts, licking each nipple in turn, then rubbing over them with his thumbs. I knew he liked his nipples being played with as well, so I lightly brushed over one with my thumb. He moaned. I did it again, this time a little harder. Another moan. I replaced my thumb with my teeth, biting on his nipple through his shirt. 

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me come doing that."

"Good, that's the goal. I'm gonna make you come right here outside."

I moved my mouth to his other nipple, biting on it while I lightly brushed my thumb over the other. I bit it again just as I roughly pulled on the other, then switched. This elicited some harder moans and he started fucking me faster.

"Ooohh, yeah, yeah," I moaned, thrusting back as much as I could. 

This position was really working for me as I was getting a lot of clitoral stimulation, so was close to coming again. I went back to work on his nipples and wrapped my legs tighter around him, guiding him into me. I was rubbing his nipple between my thumb and index finger and had my tongue tracing lightly along his earlobe before it darted in, eliciting a moan. 

He found the sweet spot at the base of my neck and kissed it softly, making me catch my breath. He did this a few more times as I tweaked both his nipples and moaned into his ear as I came. This was all too much and with a few deep strokes, he came as my orgasm subsided. I unwrapped my legs and laid back on the bench, spent but exhilarated.

It was then that I smelled something burning.

"I think the chicken's ready."



At The Lake Ch. 1



Here are a few words of introduction to help you set the stage. Real people inspired these stories the names are fictional. If it was a she and she told me how she felt or what she did I'll put it in her voice when possible.

I met Carri through her brother. We went out, it got sexual, and eventually it got a little kinky. During sex or after Carri would always talk about how big I was. At first it was flattering, but became very repetitive, and eventually became patronizing. I asked her about this, since I went to a "nude beach" an hour or so away, and knew I was not that big. Over the years I'd gotten to know some of the single guys who came out regularly, and even a few couples. I had the feeling that Carri was very experienced, and knew that there were much larger out there. I'm not a miniature, there's seven or eight in length and about five or so in circumference, but if you've ever been to a clothing optional beach, (most nude beaches are not completely nude-in fact most of the time there are equal amounts of people in bathing suits, or topless, and then of course some naked) then you know that a lot of the guys there a really well hung. 

At any rate I told her I just knew she'd seen a lot bigger cocks, but of course she said no while reiterating what a turn on it was to have such a big well-proportioned cock. Carri was accustomed to nudity and often went naked around the house . . . curtains up or down, lights off or on, doors open or closed, and sometimes with or without company. It seemed a natural progression to ask her to go to the lake with me. At first she declined, but it didn't take much talking to persuade her. It was almost like a dare-come with me and admit there are bigger fish in the sea, or stop acting like this is such a big deal.

A little about the layout of the lake is helpful. It is a park with a large parking lot that gradually slopes to a wooded area. About a hundred yards on paths through the wooded area, and then another ten to twenty yards to the water. If the lake is high the water comes to or almost to the woods. There are trails worn in the woods that run parallel to the water. In later years they paved them, even put in a service road and began charging admission-but this was still the old days of dirt paths. There are park rangers who patrol on foot, and some of them are not tolerant of any sexual activity-but some surprisingly are. It is a lot more crowded on the weekend, but Thursday and Friday pick up too. 

People usually park in the parking lot, hike down to the beach area, and remove however much they dare near the water's edge. Some more daring exhibitionist types would simple leave their clothes in the car and walk down nude, or perhaps wrapped in only a towel. Then occasionally the pretty wild ones would drive up nude. Unfortunately, the last two categories weren't usually ladies, but if so, they were usually pretty wild. Even so, most of them were with boyfriends or husbands. Sometimes they were swinger types and a single guy could get lucky. The rarest of the rare was a woman who would drive up alone naked, but thankfully there were a few. 

The first time I talked Carri into going it was summer and there was a good crowd. The parking lot was full. I knew she was going to get her eyes full. After we parked, I kind of took her on a guided tour. I kept my clothes on and didn't ask her to take hers off either. As we got through the woods on the main path I took her to the right and down one of the well worn paths paralleling the lake front where the swimmers and sun bathers were. We were ten yards or more behind the sunbathers and still on the path in the woods when I caught a glimpse of one of the regulars, "Big Ray". He is not tall, but rather has about fourteen inches of dick. Yes, he's measured it. 

Ray was crouched in the woods behind some of the trees and bushes and jacking off, while scoping out an attractive woman and her husband who were laid out nude maybe five to ten yards in front of him. Since he did not turn around Carri had no idea that he was masturbating-much less how large he was. We passed by him without his noticing and as we turned left toward the lake and the sunbathers I told Carri that she should go over to Ray and ask him the time. She looked at me like I was crazy, but went over anyway. As she got closer it started to hit her what was going on. Ray noticed her as she got closer, and never one to miss a chance to have his cock admired, turned and faced her full frontal. His prick almost touched her as he turned. Carri did everything she could to keep from looking down, but eventually I could see her head tilt, they carried on a brief conversation and she returned. 

"Well I guess that settles that doesn't it." I said

"Oh, I don't know what you mean." Carri lied.

"Ooooh yes you do, now have you seen larger than that?" I asked not giving in to her attempt to save face.

"Well, I don't think he's that much bigger than you are." she continued to lie, I suppose she may have not wanted to hurt my feelings-but I could see that she knew the truth and my insisting different was not going to change what she said.

I just let it pass, took her down to the end of the path, and then doubled back to continue the tour. It is difficult to walk near the water, because it is very rocky-the "beach" has no sand. As we passed back by Ray, Carri was a little reluctant to check him out again, but she couldn't resist. We passed back by the main path back to the parking lot and continued through the woods. As we walked she could see people sunning, swimming, some naked, some not. She seemed to relax a little, but showed no interest in going to lay out or swim, she just wanted to look and get a feel for the place. People were passing us as we walked, and most were single guys, some were nude, and most were well hung. None of this was lost on Carri, although she still wasn't making any concessions. At one point as we passed an area that led to the right and to the lake, a man stepped from behind a tree, his prick stood out from his body and was shiny with oil, he was shiny too, and there was the smell of baby oil. Carri slowed her pace a little and was being very obvious about giving him the eye. She seemed to nod approval, but continued on. 

This same scenario occurred several more times as men took the opportunity to flash Carri. At one point we passed an area where "regulars" hung out. These were usually couples, swinger types, who hung out nude and were often very familiar with their partners and other regulars who stayed on this little point that kind of stuck out into the lake. One of the women was walking with her man, and as they walked, she would stroke his dick. I made a point of showing this to Carri, since the guy was eight or nine inches and obviously enjoying himself. His arm was around her shoulder and he caressed her breast as she played with him; still no comment from Carri. 

The path goes on for about a mile, and we were perhaps half way. There is another point that is quite popular and usually crowded, it has a steep approach down from the path, and once again in the woods behind the laid out sunbathers, she could see men jacking off, some sitting at the back, some alone, some with a partner. One of these guys fell in behind Carri and I, and continued jacking himself off as he walked, this seemed to surprise Carri, but she kept looking back at the little exposition. As we got toward the end of the main path I explained to her that the last quarter mile becomes more and more oriented for homosexuals. Usually guys, but sometimes lesbians too. Most of the straight folks stay on the first half-mile, but I was giving her a tour and wanted her to know what to expect. 

The idea here was to get her to come back, and know what to expect so she wouldn't freak out or be afraid. As we turned back to retrace our steps Carri seemed relaxed, maybe a little excited, but most important not scared. At the half mile point it is possible to hike one of the steeper trails up to where you'd think the parking lot should be. However, the shoreline goes quite a distance farther than the parking lot, so once you're up the trail there is only another well-worn trail that goes back to the parking lot if you turn left.

Then you enter the parking lot from the side as opposed to straight up. This is a more rugged area with more brush, and sometimes people will be fooling around back in the woods. This day as we walked toward the lot, a nude woman approached us. She was alone and stopped to talk with us. This total stranger was touching me as she spoke, and touched Carri as well. At one point I reached out as she moved and I wound up with my hand on her tit. She just laughed and said I could leave it there, it didn't bother her, but I could see it seemed to bother Carri, so we moved on. 

Although we had not stayed very long on this particular day, I had made my point. Besides the idea was to see if she felt comfortable enough to return at a later date. As you can probably tell the wild stuff starts to happen when Carri decides the lake is okay with her, and the story continues.

To Be Continued...



At The Lake Ch. 1



"Do you want me to take it off?" she asked me.

"What?"

"Too late."

"What?"

"You heard me. I asked you if you wanted me to take it off and you were to slow. You missed your chance."

"Take what off?"

"My sports bra silly. What else would you want me to take off? But you missed your chance and now it is to late."

"Wait a minute. I had no idea that you were talking about taking your top off for me." 

My wife and I had dropped the kids off at my parents and went for a day at the lake. We had rented a paddleboat and were out in the middle of the lake when this conversation had started. She had never offered to do anything like this in the past even when I asked her to flash me some flesh. Here we were with dozens of boats around us and lots of eyes around. 

"Well, I figured it was pretty obvious. I offered and you missed your chance."

"Please?"

"No."

"How about if you just lift it up a little bit and flash me your tits?"

"Maybe."

"Please"

"OK," with that she started to roll the sports bra up, lifting out here tits for me to see. "There, is that enough," she asked a few seconds later, starting to pull her top back down.

"Yes it was. Thank you.

A few minutes later she asked me, "Do you want me to do it again?"

I knew what she was talking about this time and didn't waste a moment with my reply, "Yes."

She did it slow this time, starting with the shoulder straps. Pulling them down, past each arm. Then she rolled her top down, under her tits, down to her belly. She lifted her tits, kind of thrusting them out for all to see. Then she looked at each one, like she was examining them. I reached over and caressed her boobs. 

I gently ran my fingers across one breast, giving the nipple extra attention. Then I slid my hand across her cleavage over to the other breast. When I was done, she started to pull her top back up, saying, "I hope you're satisfied."

"Almost," I said. "You know it is a fantasy of mine to see you naked in public like this. Please, would you take it all of the way off instead of putting it back on?"

"No"

"Please," I was beginning to worry that she would get her top up before I was ready.

"I said no," as she finished pulling the straps up.

I wasn't about to give up, so I reached over and started caressing her breasts through her sports bra. She closed her eyes and let out a moan. I knew this to be my signal, and I asked her again, "Please, only for a minute, it's not like I'm asking you to spend the afternoon topless."

"OK," she said as she opened her eyes. She reached over, grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it over her head, exposing her breasts for all to see. This was a Saturday afternoon in the early summer. The lake was full of fishermen, and a few people out enjoying the weather in canoes and paddleboats. 

We started paddling again, headed into the middle of the lake. We were heading away from the denser part of the crowd out on the lake. I got more than the minute that I asked for, and she put her top back on when we got out to the center. 

I smiled at her and said, Thank you." I reached over and gave her a kiss to show my appreciation. Just to push my luck, I let my hand slide down to her shorts. When I met no resistance, I pushed it under the waistband to her shorts. Still meeting no resistance, I slid my hand down a little further and found that she was sopping wet. I started playing with her clit and she started moaning with pleasure. I continued to kiss her and play with her clit until she came. I don't know if anyone was watching, but if they were, they got to see my wife writhing in the throws of orgasm that day. 



At The Lake Ch. 2



At The Lake: I Saw, I Came, I Was Conquered

A few words of introduction to help you set the stage. Real people inspire these stories the names are fictional. If the woman told me how she felt or what she did I'll put it in her voice when possible.

In my first story I told of Carri's first trip to the lake, this is a follow up to that story.

I didn't say much to Ashton about our trip to the lake. Obviously he was right that I'd seen bigger dicks than his, but you men are so proud of your flagpoles, I would never give him (or any other guy) a reason to have doubts. However, I must say that first time at the lake was quite an eye opener. That first guy we saw, Ray, was the longest prick I'd ever seen, and although he wasn't such a cute guy it was a turn on seeing a guy with his flagpole at full mast right there in a public place. 

I do like 'em large, so it was difficult not to hurt Ashton's feelings, and continue the charade that he was the biggest I'd ever seen. The other thing was, the couple that Ray was watching was very aware of his presence. Later I found out that they called the guys who kind of stayed in the back, and jacked off, Bushwackers. Depending on the couple sometimes it was a good term, and sometimes it was meant as an insult. This couple would have thought it good, because the woman would put herself in different positions giving Ray an unobstructed view.

There were a couple of other things I was surprised about, but that were a turn on at the same time. The guy who walked behind us and near us while stroking his cock was shocking, but he acted like it was no big deal. When someone would approach us he would let go of it, and then continue after they passed. He must have had baby oil or Vaseline on it because it glistened in the sun. The couple that openly played with each other seemed like it was perfectly okay. The last thing was the nude girl who talked to us back in the woods. She didn't have a towel or anything to cover with had she wanted to. It was a little threatening seeing her touching Ashton as she spoke, and when he winds up feeling off her tits I must admit I was embarrassed and a bit angry at the same time.

Naturally Ashton wanted me to go again, we talked about it on the way back home. I acted reluctant, but was quite sure I was going again. I can't remember how long it took maybe a month, but the next time we went it was a Thursday. I wore a tube top and a pair of jean shorts, and when we got there I took off my tube top. Ashton had on a pair of shorts, and he brought a towel in case we decided to sit somewhere. We went down through the woods a little different way this time. We walked back along the main trail at the bottom in the woods toward the main entrance. As we approached the "overlook", an area that looked out over the beach area and lake, and was elevated, I could make out a naked man standing near the railing.

There was a restroom there; it had two sides but no signs designating men or women. As we got closer and closer I could see there was a woman nude leaning on the railing of the overlook. The guy I saw was eyeing her, and as I neared I could see a string of what looked like come dripping off the end of his prick. He was hanging heavy as if he might have just had an orgasm, and near him there were what appeared to be come shots on the concrete. Ashton walked up to the railing and leaned on it maybe ten feet from the guy. The woman was in a position that put her out of view of the path behind the restrooms, but it was only thirty feet away. Ashton was talking to the guy I'd seen and seemed to know him. They were saying something about the woman, I overheard the other guy was saying she was hot, and didn't have any problems with men enjoying themselves with her nudity, whatever that meant. 

Meanwhile Ashton moved on the other side of me and this guy has moved closer to me. I was becoming aware of him staring at my exposed tits, and as I stood there his cock started to twitch a little, and I think he was starting to get hard. Meanwhile Ashton had moved over and had struck up a conversation with the naked lady on my left. I felt kind of jealous, and scared and somehow very turned on all at once. Ashton finished talking to whoever she was, and came back toward me. 

He asked me if I didn't want to take off my shorts so I'd be nude too, part of me wanted to, just to put me on an equal basis with this other gal, but part of me was worried about the other guy seeing this as an invitation. I didn't have to wait long till Ashton suggested we look for a place to throw down our towel. I needed a cigarette and thought this might be a good idea.

We walked almost to the end of the park going to the right from the main path down from the parking lot. There were a few guys around, but I don't remember any other women. Ashton picked a place on the edge of the woods, he said this gave us a way to be in the shade if we wanted, or with a move of only a few feet out in the sun-Ashton never tans, and he burns easily. It seemed okay with me, so I smoked my cigarette as we laid out a towel and sat down. Now I took my shorts off, and Ashton had taken his off as well. There is a feeling of exhilaration in being outside completely nude, and in a public place where any guy could walk up and check me out with my permission, or that's the way it seemed. 

Ashton used baby oil, and as he applied it he was liberal with it on his cock and it grew in size as he did so. He put some on my back, but gave me the bottle for my front. As I rubbed it on I was very aware of getting near my pussy or tits, but if there were places I didn't want burned it was there, so I acted as nonchalant as possible as I covered those areas. Ashton teased me, saying he knew I was getting turned on, and should diddle myself (that's what I always call masturbating). So just to show him, I did, and as I did, I looked around to make sure no one was paying any attention. God, was I wrong, at least two or three of the men nearby were watching intently, and one had his hand on his prick. In addition a guy had walked up behind us on the trail that I had not noticed (although I think Ashton knew), and he was absent-mindedly rubbing his cock and watching me. All of the men around us were nude with the possible exception of one or two. I put the oil down feeling embarrassed and yet incredibly turned on.

Ashton got up and began a conversation with the guy a few yards away on the path. Later I found out his name was Tom. Tom left, although that surprised me, I was just sure Ashton was going to invite him to sit with us, which would have surely embarrassed me more. As I looked down the trail back toward the way we'd come I saw the nude woman we'd seen earlier, she was talking to Tom, and, although I couldn't see very well since his back was to me, she may have been stroking his dick. Ashton seemed very interested in this as well. In fact, within five minutes or so, he stood up saying he was going back to the rest rooms at the overlook. I started to protest or ask to go with him, but much to my disdain he turned quickly and started off down the trail completely naked. 

This left me a little peeved and a little suspicious, after all Ashton had been coming here for years before he knew me, and seemed to know a lot of the people. As I sat there quietly seething and smoking another cigarette, I became aware of the eyes of the men around me seeking me and my nakedness out, although somewhat surreptitiously. If I looked in their direction they would quickly look away. Once again that wild mixture of feelings hit me, I was scared and at the same time fascinated with the idea of being the object of their lust and desire. I started to feel a sense of power, that I had control, and that whatever I did was somehow the center of attention. To be honest I think most of the single guys that go out to the lake are voyeuristic and looking for naked ladies to get off with, or were exhibitionistic and liked being able to flash or strut their stuff without worry from the police. I certainly was no different, I enjoyed showing off, and I also liked looking the guys over-but I'm not so sure it's a good idea for them to know that it turns me on.

When a few minutes passed without Ashton returning I decided to walk a little ways down the path and look for him. If he could walk around nude (and so did that other woman from the last time we visited) I decided I could too. I guess this is just an excuse to get up and show off, to strut MY stuff and give some of these guys a thrill. I walked a little ways down the path, almost to the overlook when I noticed a man stopped just off the path-it was Ashton. He was obviously masturbating, and watching something. That something turned out to be the other naked woman giving old Tom a blowjob!! 

They were right there where the people on the beach could see, and so could anyone on the path. Now I was really pissed, so this is what he'd rather do than come back to be with me after he's brought me here and I'm nude too! As I got back to the towel I was so mad I couldn't see straight. That's a poor choice of words because I could clearly see the man closest to me playing with himself not six feet away. His dick was standing straight up when he would pull his hand away, and he was looking right at me, sometimes at my tits, sometimes down to my pussy, and sometimes he'd look up to see if I was watching him. 

I turned my body to face him, at least someone found ME exciting. It seemed to be someone else in control, but I moved my legs apart giving him the classic V shot straight up to my slit. He looked down as I did this and his stroking pace quickened. He did not smile; he was completely lustful while pleasuring himself. It was too much for me so I started to diddle too. This sent him over the edge and he shot come within two feet of my towel. I felt incredibly turned on, I could only wish he hadn't come so soon. Ashton came walking up toward the towel as all this subsided he didn't say anything, but he seemed to realize that something had been going on.

I started to tear into him about what I'd seen, but instead I just asked him what had taken him so long. He said he was talking to a guy he'd seen, and didn't offer much more. I decided not to pursue it. Instead I told him that I thought maybe I needed to go the restroom, that a couple of the wine coolers I'd drank were catching up with me. Ashton offered to go with me, but I told him I knew the way and really didn't want his help. I stood up and took off down the path. I noticed a couple of men who had been near by, stood up as well, but I wasn't waiting on anyone. 

As I got near the overlook and the bathrooms, I wondered which one I should choose. Since there were no signs I just went right. Sure enough there was a guy in there. I started back out but he noticed and said not to worry that everyone goes in both of the restrooms. Once again I seemed to have ambiguous feelings, it was exciting and yet scary at the same time. Here's a guy messing with his dick in the bathroom, and I'm in there naked except for my socks and Rebook's. He finished before me, and left. 

When I came from around the partition for the toilet I found one of the guys who had been sitting near me had followed me into the restroom and he had a raging hard-on. It must have been a ten incher. I wanted to run, but I wanted to stay. After all Ashton had been having his fun. Instead I just looked down at his prick and smiled, then slowly walked out. He made no attempt to use the toilet; instead he just fell in right behind me and kept his dick hard by stroking as he went. I noticed another two or three guys just outside the restroom, all of them naked, all of them with a hard on, or were stroking themselves, and seemed to be waiting for me. 

I decided it was a good time to check out the overlook, and so strolled over and put my elbows on the railing and leaned over. The feeling of having a hold on these guys was starting to turn me on, although I was a little scared at the same time. I knew that I was what they had come out to the lake to see, and it was making me want to give them a little show. One guy was on my left another on my right. I felt like one guy was behind me, but I didn't want to turn around to find out for sure. I just stared out at the lake for a few minutes. One guy made a clumsy attempt at conversation, but I just kind of ignored him I didn't want to actually know them, I liked the idea that they were strangers. 

After a couple of minutes I started slowly back toward the towel. Two of the guys followed, one managed to get a little in front of me, the other one seemed to be trying to get me to touch his prick with my hand as he walked a little behind and to the side. I reached down toward my pussy, separated the lips of my slit, found my clit and started to diddle as I walked along, doing just what they were doing. I moved off the trail just where I'd seen Ashton masturbating earlier, and began to work my clit really hard and fast. The two guys just stood there and picked up their pace to go with mine. 

The guy who had tried to get my hand on his dick moved a little closer, and I grabbed his cock and started giving him the hand job he'd been hoping for. He started feeling my tits and pinching my nipples, and I just let him. All this was too much and I had a knee wobbling orgasm. The other guy shot off too, the only reason I knew was from the come oozing down my leg, but I couldn't handle the cock in my hand any more. As I regained composure my head was spinning, I got back on the trail, and found Ashton. The guy who I'd been beating off, wanted to sit with us, but I told him no. I lay down on the towel and had a quick nap. 

When I awoke Ashton was ready to go, so I walked back out with Ashton, buck naked. I thoroughly enjoyed all looks I got from the horny men leering at me. Once up to the parking lot I was in no hurry letting guys sitting in their cars get a good look, and I became aware that people on the road could look down and see me nude too. I was becoming intoxicated with the feeling of power I seemed to have over all these poor horny bastards. At the car I did everything I could to bend over and give anyone a look between my legs from behind. 

Finally I got in the car nude and we drove the hour and a half back to our town. Since it was dark I walked into Ashton's house nude too. If he wanted to see how far I'd go, I was going to make sure next time he'd get an eyeful, and I'd maybe get more than that.



At The Lake Ch. 2



It was about a month later when we went to the lake again. We had made plans to go out on the paddleboats and a little picnic. It was the middle of summer, so it was quite a bit warmer. I figured that this would mean that there would be more people out enjoying the weather. It turns out nobody likes to deal with the heat any more, so when we got there, there was only one boat out on the water. He was way on the other end, and we didn't see him at first. We got our boat and out we went.

"Would you take them off for me?" I asked her a short ways out of the dock. I had challenged her to ride the paddleboat without her shorts the night before and I was trying to get her to tally up on her promise.

"Now?"

"You promised. Besides there is no one around to anything any way."

She looked around and saw the fisherman at the far end of the lake. "What about him?"

"He's to far away to see anything. Besides he's busy fishing and wouldn't see anything unless we came close enough to scare away the fish.

"OK, I guess so. I did promise after all," she said, trying to give me shit. With that, she reached down and wiggled out of her shorts. 

We paddled around the lake with her like that for about a half an hour before we found a little cove to pull over in. We got out fresh drinks and some munchies that we had brought along and dropped anchor. 

"What would I have to do to get your top off?" I asked her.

"You would have to take off your shorts. If I am going to be naked, then so are you."

I reached down and unzipped my shorts, "OK."

"God, I can't believe that I am about to do this," she said as she reached for the bottom of her sports bra. I took off my shorts and she took off her top. We sat in the paddleboat naked.

I positioned the boat so that our backs were to the lake and we were getting maximum sun. She then spread her legs, one across the center and the other over the side. She claims that it was so that she could get more sun, but I still think that it was so that she could feel the fresh air across her pussy. 

We talked like that for a while in our little cove. When it was getting close to time to go she stood up faced the lake spread her legs reached down and spread her pussy open, frigged it a couple of times then sat down. I leaned over, said, "Thank you," and kissed her. She pulled my hand down to her pussy and started moving it across her slit. She was soaked! I continued what she started and within moments, she was moaning with pleasure. 

Before she could cum, she pulled my hand away and said, "let's go." I put my shorts on, and she said, "If you don't mind, I am going to ride back like this." We were about half way back when a boat started coming towards us. As it approached, we noticed the driver was wearing a uniform, so she put her top back on. I turned the boat so that it would pass on my side. 

It did turn out to be the ranger, and he just smiled and waved as he went by.

When he was gone, my wife looked at me and said, "Kiss me." Not one to miss an opportunity, I reached over and kissed her, fingering her to orgasm within moments. She put her shorts on shortly after that and we docked our boat and went for a picnic. 

I would like to say that she stripped at picnic area and that we fucked like dogs, but there was a couple of families playing on the swings and slides when we got there. We did try to wait for them to leave, but another family showed up before the first group left. I tried to get her to ride home bottomless, but she said I had my fill for the afternoon. We did fuck like teenagers once we got home though. 



At The Lake Ch. 3



It had not been too hard to persuade Carri to continue making trips to the clothing optional park after our first visit. Even though it was an hour and a half away, a three-hour round trip, and usually took up pretty much of a whole day, but that was okay with her. There are a few rather interesting details about Carri, which may enhance your understanding of her actions. 

She was one of the most sexually adventurous women I've ever known. Her sexual appetite was more like a guy's than a girl's. She seemed to have instant on, while most women want to be warmed up and catered to, she was ready for almost anything instantly. She also was a bone fide deep throater. Most women just put up with blowjobs, but Carri was one of that rare breed that was good at it, liked it, and it turned her on. She really liked sucking dick and masturbating. She was also a good stand up fuck. A lot women just bend over and let you have your way, but Carri could tilt her ass to accommodate different situations or heights, and she could orgasm while standing.

Many women have trouble with both of those items, and even if they're good at it, they can rarely make it enjoyable for themselves. She could keep up the pace for long periods of time, especially if she got close to orgasm, but just missed-she became more and more determined to get there. That's another thing, when it came to sex she was competitive, like anything you can do I can do better. She called sex for fun, sport fucking and she liked sport fucking. If she was drinking or smoking a little, she would get into these moods where she would dare you to come up with something she hadn't already done. At first this seemed silly, but as she became more and more adamant and started bragging you wanted to come up with something that shut her down.

After our first trip to the lake, I wasn't sure what she thought. Not only had she not freaked out, but also she seemed to be a little titillated by some of the things that went on that I was afraid she might see as over the top. A couple of guys had straight out flashed her, popped out from behind a tree or bush with a hard on for her to check out. She never looked away or asked me to take her a different direction, she just took it all in so to speak. We went a second time on a Thursday and amazingly enough she was doing some of the things I thought would freak her out. She was flashing people in the parking lot, and on the way home she rode home nude. I found that if she had a couple of drinks, especially wine coolers, on the ride down she became much bolder herself while tolerating actions from other men that some women seemed to find offending. As a matter of fact, I knew some of the people that regularly visited, and on the third visit it came into play.

It was a weekend day, Sunday I think, and we drove down. On the interstate she shed her top after her second wine cooler. When we arrived she got out and I suggested she leave her clothes in the car. She thought about it for a second then seemed to like the idea. I had a little sports car with a ragtop so I collected her clothes and placed them in the trunk (boot for you Brits) so they wouldn't get stolen. She took a rolled up towel, her cigs, and an open wine cooler.

She was strolling around in the parking lot and giving people driving around a nice long look (today the park rangers hassle you if you walk around nude in the lot). She even walked over to a guy sitting in his car and started up a conversation-I think she was just getting into showing off and was taking advantage of it. She was taking forever, so I finally told her I was going on down and she should meet me near the restroom by the first overlook at the bottom of the main trail down. On the way down I ran into Tom, one of the regulars I knew. He asked if anything was going on, meaning had I seen any wild gals or couples. We often swapped tips on couples that liked being watched, or women that were into sexual fooling around, like maybe a hand job or something. 

I mentioned that I had Carri with me and told him I wasn't sure what all she would do or take exception to. I told him I'd check with him later after I found a place for us to throw a towel. I liked being back toward the woods, because as the day wore on the sun could be brutal, and it's always helpful to be able to get in the shade-especially me since I burn more than tan. As we talked she came sashaying down from the parking lot with nothing on but sunglasses and tennis shoes. Tom was intrigued, but I told him to wait till later-I had a few wine coolers left in the cooler in the car. I took Carri down where we had been the time before and we threw out our towels. As we walked down the trail we had passed a guy sitting back from the water, barely in the woods and he was jacking off. He was intent on an area to the left and in front of him out of our view. Carri saw him but said nothing till we got to the towel.

"Did you see that guy playing with himself?"

"No, where?" I asked playing dumb.

"Look right over there to the left and in front of us."

"Oh yeah." I said rather nonchalantly.

"Well, don't you think that's a little too much?"

"I don't know. I can't see what he's looking at. There are some women who come out here just to show off, and some of them like it if a guy gets his cock up and strokes it while checking her out. In fact some women come out here just to see if they can get a rise out of the guys, after all if a guy gets excited it's pretty easy to tell, and some gals really like that. It shouldn't be so hard for you to believe that some of them want to know just how big it is, because that's what they like, guys with big dicks-kind of like you. Anyway if she doesn't like it or it bothers her, all she has to do is frown at him or turn away or move, and he's not going to continue to do something she's shown she doesn't like."

"So that doesn't bother you?"

"As long as he doesn't put any moves on me or offend you it doesn't. If you don't like something someone is doing just tell 'em or tell me, if they're a real jerk we can move or tell one of the park rangers. Besides it's not just single girls, some guys bring their wives or girlfriends out here and fool around with them because it turns them on to do stuff in public . . . so naturally they don't mind if some guy enjoys himself 'cause that turns his girlfriend on, that's why they're here. Some guys get lucky here and actually get to fuck right out here, especially if they are back in the woods a little out of sight of the park rangers and anyone who might not approve. That's why so many guys hang around on the back paths, if a gal who likes to show off and goes strolling around nude in the woods looking for a big cock, then she's going to have a lot of choices."

She seemed to think about this for a while, but didn't ask any more questions. I told Carri I'd thought I'd seen a friend of mine earlier and I wanted to say hi, she said she was going to soak up some sun, so I took off. I found Tom and told him where we were. He told me about a couple there fooling around and, where to find them, they weren't very far below the restroom. I told him to give me a couple of minutes to get back to Carri and then to come by. I told him I'd leave after a couple minutes on some pretense and for him to sit with her and stroke his dick while he talked to her. I told him to stop if she said anything and apologize, but if she didn't then after his prick was good and hard to stand up to leave and wave it right in her face, just to see what would happen. Tom's got about 9 inches and is big around, so this could be a lot of temptation for her especially with three or four wine coolers in her.

I hurried back to where Carri was. She was lying in the sun and had attracted an admirer or two, but they weren't too close. Tom came along behind us on the trail in the woods, he was nude as usual. When I saw him I motioned him over and told Carri that this was a guy who came out to the lake a lot, as she could see by his all over tan. Carri had left the sun and was sitting in the shade with us. Her coconut smelling suntan oil had faded some and she was ready for another coat. I started to put it on her back as she sat in front of me. I noticed her wine cooler was gone, so I asked if she wanted another, she said yea, so I asked Tom to finish putting the oil on while I went back for the drink. Carri gave me a funny look, so I kind of threw in, if it's all right with you.

She just nodded, almost as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but couldn't think of any reason to protest. As I walked off down the trail I looked back as Tom was rubbing the oil down her back and up on her shoulders. I couldn't help but hang back a little to see what else might happen. Tom was talking to her, evidently asking if she wanted him to do more. She just stretched out on the towel letting him rub the oil on her legs and all over her ass too. I needed to get the wine cooler so I quick stepped on up to the lot all the time wondering what I might find when I returned. I went back a different way so as to approach them from the opposite side I'd left from. 

As they came into view through the trees I could see Tom sitting talking to Carri and jacking off as if it was no big deal. Carri was sitting up and seemed to be watching, but I didn't know for sure since her back was to me. Tom's dick was starting to stand up, and so did he. Carri now had this long thick dick waving around right in front of her face. Tom stood for a second letting his cockhead bob around not two inches from her lips. He was saying something to her, and as he did he reached down and began to slowly stroke his cock right before her eyes. She wasn't moving away from him at all, then suddenly I guess she'd had more than she could take and opened her mouth and started sucking his big dick. I could see her hands move to her lap and I was pretty sure she was diddling. 

It didn't take Tom but a couple of minutes to get a load up and he pulled out of her mouth and shot off all over her tits. I heard her let out a loud moan, I figured she'd just had an orgasm too. Tom said something to her, and then turned and walked off down the trail. I cleared my throat as I approached and noticed her take the oil and massage some on her tits just where Tom had landed all his jism. She acted as if nothing unusual happened. I gave her the cooler and asked about Tom.

"Where'd Tom go?" 

"He said he'll see you later." 

And that was all she said. She turned over and took a little nap.



At The Lake Ch. 3



We had talked about our adventures the previous two times at the lake. She told me how much it turned her on being exposed like that. Not a stitch of clothing to hide behind, open for the world to see. More than that, she said that it turned her on more watching me enjoying what she was doing.

She said that she was surprised by my reaction, she thought that I would be jealous that other people could see her body. That was why she stood up and played with herself facing the lake. She said that she did it hoping that I would get jealous, putting an end to it all. She said that she thought that she was being slutty and thought that she would offend me. When I just smiled back at her, she knew she was in trouble. 

I told her that in my eyes, she was just teasing. As long as she wasn't screwing anybody, then she wasn't being slutty. 

Then one day on our way to work, after we dropped our kid off at the babysitter, she told me, "I want you to call in sick today."

"Why?"

"Just do it before I lose my nerve. I've got something planned for you."

I called in to work and let them know that I wasn't feeling well and wasn't going to make it in. "Now what?" I asked her. 

"Go back home, there are some things that I need to pick up there."

"Don't you need to call in to work to?" I asked her, handing the phone over.

"No, I put in for vacation a couple of weeks ago. Just drive and don't ask anymore questions."

"Wait here, I'll be right back," she said as she was getting out of the car when we got back home. She came out a few minutes later in a change of clothes. She had lost the pants, and changed into a long black shirt going down almost to her knees. In one hand, she carried our picnic cooler. In the other hand, she carried a couple of beach towels and a pair of shorts for me. 

"To the lake James," she ordered when she got in.

This peeked my interest. Considering our last two adventures at the lake, I kept my mouth shut and just drove. I assumed that she was wearing some shorts and a sports bra or something very revealing and hopefully easy to remove. I found out that I was wrong a little later.

We got to the lake about an hour later, and rented a paddleboat. It was late enough in the summer that the kids were back in school, but it was still rather warm out. We saw a sailboat out in the water and another was getting ready to leave dock. There were a couple of fishing boats out in the water, and several people fishing off of the shore of the lake.

She got in the boat first, and I was handing her the cooler when the teenage boy running the dock stumbled and almost fell in. He was untying the boat, getting us ready to leave when he caught sight of something that distracted him. I had no idea what was going on other than my wife was grinning at him telling me to hurry up and get in. 

As soon as we got out of earshot, I asked her, "What was that all about? That poor kid almost fell into the water and you just grin at him."

"I'll show you in a minute."

As soon as our backs were to the dock, she lifted up her butt and pulled her shirt up to her waist. "This is what that was all about. I would assume that he got an unexpected view and lost his concentration." She wasn't wearing any shorts, panties or bikini bottoms. To my surprise and without any encouragement from me, she was bearing her pussy to me. She let the shirt down, covering her pussy from view, but she didn't pull it past her ass. This left her ass cheeks exposed from the side view. "I'm not wearing anything but this shirt today, and I want to see how far I will go. Just don't push me or I might loose my nerve."

We paddled out to the middle of the lake and she pulled her shirt up. She pulled out a white ribbon and ran it inside her shirt, down the front and then pulled it back up tying it in a bow. This caused her shirt to pull up around her boobs accentuating them. This also left her stomach, ass and pussy exposed. Because of the shape of the boat, the only way that you could really see her bush was to be right on top of her. This meant that most people would assume that she was wearing a thong or something. We paddled around like that for a while. The knot came undone a couple of times and she was quick to redo it. Once, one of the sailboats went by and she didn't do any thing to cover up. I don't know if he saw anything, but they both waved at each other as he went by. 

She directed the boat to the same little cove we visited last time, saying that she wanted to get some sun. There was a guy fishing when we got there, so my hopes of her taking the shirt off were shot. Like before, she spread her legs, one over the side, the other across the center of the boat. The guy fishing was on my side of the boat, so he wasn't able to see anything, yet.

"Damned, I wish this shirt wasn't black. I'm getting a little hot, you don't mind if I take it off?" she asked me after we had been there for about fifteen minutes. 

"Why, would I mind if you take it off?"

"That guy over there can see me."

"So."

"Ah, that's much better," and off came the shirt. I think that fishing became a little harder for the guy, because I caught him looking a couple of times. Hell, if I was the one fishing I would be staring too.

We sat there talking for a little while. She kept running her hand that was on the far side away from the fisherman up and down her thigh, occasionally stopping to do something with her pussy. A couple of times, she played with the hair, pretending to come it with her fingers, pulling at an imaginary tangle or two. Once she ran her fingers up her slit letting out a quiet moan. One last time before we left, she pulled on her lips, pulling them out for my viewing pleasure. She doesn't shave her pussy, but she does keep it closely trimmed, just long enough that the stubble doesn't hurt when I eat her, but short enough to not obstruct the view.

We went back out onto the lake with her still naked. Both sailboats went by close enough to yell "Hi." She seemed to get her courage up after that, because she directed the paddleboat by one of the fishing boats, and we both waved as we went by.

Next she directed us at another cove. This one was on the other side of the lake, and had a bit more shade. There was a boat with a couple of men taking advantage of the shade, trying their luck at catching some fish. We pulled in and the fishing got put on the wayside.

"HI guys, catching any fish?" my wife asked loud enough that the men on the boat could hear. 

"No, a little late in the day to be catching much anymore. What happened to your clothes?" 

"Wanted to get a little sun, so I took them off. Besides, I thought I would give you one hell of a fish story to tell your buddies when you get home."

We chatted with these guys for quite some time before we left. At one point they asked if she wanted to join them in her boat. She looked at me for a moment as if trying to get me to back her out of this, so I spoke up and told them that it was getting late and that we needed to get moving on. 

We started paddling and she directed the boat out of the cove. We paddled our way over to a neighboring cove and she reached over and started kissing me fiercely. She pulled my hand down to her pussy and I started frigging her. First I ran my fingers up and down her slit; it was dripping and provided no friction at all. Next, I moved my hand up and started playing with her clit, rubbing little circles around it, and then I massaged it. She pushed my head down to her tits and I started to suck on her nipples while playing with her pussy. She was moaning pretty loud by now, and I am pretty sure the fishermen in the next cove over could hear her. Next, she pushed my head a little lower so that I was sucking on the underside of her breasts. This is a sensitive spot for her, so it took me by surprise when she told me to bite her. As soon as I bit down, she let out a very loud moan and her pussy started gushing on my hand. She shook in orgasm for what seemed like several minutes while I continued to bite and suck on her tits and play with her pussy. 

When her orgasm subsided, she put her shirt back on, tying the bow back up. "I'm getting hungry. Let's go have our picnic now," and she pointed the boat back towards the dock. I figured that she would pull her shirt down before we got to the dock, but she left it tied up the whole time. The teenager came out to help us and was afforded a nice view of my wife's cunt. As we floated up the last couple of feet, she spread her legs again, putting one over the side and the other over the center.

I don't think the kid looked at what he was doing the whole time. Somehow he managed to tie us up while staring at my wife's gaping pussy. I got out and walked around to see what she was showing. The way her pussy was gaping open, you would think that she just been fucked by several large cocks. I reached out my hand to help her out and she undid the knot, letting her shirt drop past her ass as she stood up.

I think that she had a lot of fun teasing that poor kid. We went back up to the shack to pay the rental fee and get my license back. The teenager had to count my change three times. I figured out why when he finally got it right, I turned around and she was looking at some fishing lures on the bottom hanger, squatting, showing her swollen pussy to him. 

…

"Pull over there," she said when we got to the picnic area. She directed me to a picnic table by the playground equipment. There was only one other couple there, and they were on the other side of the picnic area, making out under a tree. 

While she was pulling food out of the cooler, I found the sight of her ass tempting and started to rub it. Getting a moan out of her, I took this as encouragement and started to pull her shirt up. I was horny and was going to try to get some there. She reached back and slapped my hand, "I told you not to push me or I will put my little adventure to an end."

I dropped the shirt and sat down, making a little sniffling noise as I grabbed for a sandwich.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll get some later. In the meantime, just let me go at my own pace and you and other people might get to see some more of me." With that, she pulled her shirt up, flashing me her pussy before she sat down. We sat there for quite some time after we were done eating, chatting away.

Finally, she said, "Let's go play." With that she took off at a run for one of the slides. The one she went to was a tornado slide, the type that go round and round instead of straight and have a hood at the top. She was half way up before I caught up with her. I started to climb up behind her, looking up her shirt at her bare pussy when she told me to go wait for her at the bottom. 

Down came her shirt.

"Grab my shirt and come up." I did as she asked and halfway up, she slid down. "Now, leave my shirt up there and come on down," she yelled up. By the time I got down the slide, she was off running for the wooden fortress. 

This wasn't a big fortress, but it had a couple of areas to climb around on, a couple of slides, a built in swing set, a set of those handles you hang on and climb across with, and a couple of slides. Most importantly there was a wooden bridge supported by chains, the kind that bounce and swing as you walk across. We played around in the fortress for a while, mostly playing tag. Whenever I would catch her, I would get a quick feel of her pussy and a hot kiss and off she would go again. Finally she stopped on the wooden bridge, turned around and waited for me. I stepped on the bridge and she started bouncing it, walking towards me.

"You know what this would be good for?" she asked as she approached. She pulled me into her and started kissing me. I was getting ready to play with her pussy again when she pulled my shorts down, turned around and grabbed the chains.

"Fuck me," was all she said.

I don't think that I had given her five strokes before she came. She shook quite violently, giving me quite the ride on that chain bridge. As soon as she was done shaking, she took off again, heading for the swings. I pulled up my shorts before I followed her. 

"I always wanted to do this," she told me when I caught up with her. She was swinging, still naked, with her juices shining up the inside of her thighs. Man she looked sexy like that! I was getting ready to join her swinging when she pointed out a car to me. There was a guy sitting in it watching us.

"I think we have company," she said pointing at it. 

"Any idea how long it's been there?" I asked her. 

"Yeah, I saw it pull up when we were on the bridge, before we started fucking. I thought about hiding in one of the covered areas until he went away, but the bridge was just to tempting."

"You're turning into quite the exhibitionist today," I told her.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Hell yes."

She grinned at me, got off of the swing, bent over in front of me and pulled my dick out of my shorts. Normally she won't give me head after my dick has been in her pussy, she says that she doesn't like the taste of her own juices. Because I was facing the car, this meant that her back was to the driver, and her pussy was probably gaping at him. With my dick in one hand, she reached back with the other and started playing with herself. She started moaning loudly and I almost came from the vibration this put on my dick.

She tucked my dick back in my shorts and I followed her back to the bridge on the fortress. As I followed her up the ladder, I could see that her pussy juices had been flowing pretty well, because the insides of her thighs were shiny from her juices. On the bridge, she laid down on her back, pulled her legs up and stuck them in the chains. Not wasting the moment, I went to town and fucked her like I had never before. She was so wet by now that I could barely feel her. With all of the sexual teasing, it didn't take me long to come, and when I did it was explosive. 

We lay on the bridge like that for several minutes wrapped in each other's arms. After several minutes she started giggling like a little girl, "I can't believe we just did that."

"Me neither," I replied.

"We need to go," she said, nudging me from off of her. "Go get my shirt and I'll meat you back at the car."

I started to climb up the ladder when she yelled up at me, "I want to see what our voyeur thought of our little show. After you get my shirt, go get the car and meet me over there."

Before I could say anything or even climb back down, she was off at a run. Deep down, I think I wanted her to do something more than just show off her body, but at that time, I couldn't help but think that I didn't want her to do anything more than she had already done. I love my wife and trust her very much, so instead of chasing after her, I went up the slide and got her shirt. Next, I got in the car and drove over to our one-man audience and my wife. 

She was bent over the driver's window, leaning in talking to him. She had her elbow's leaning on the window, so that her tits were hanging at eye level, practically in his face. I pulled up on the driver side of the car so that she could get in our car any time she wanted. I could see right up her pussy, and her inner thighs looked like they were sticky with both of our drying juices. 

She turned around and stuck her head in the window to our car, turning her ass to him. "He said he enjoyed the show. He has his dick in his hand and has been playing with it while we talked. Says he wants to fuck me."

"Mmmm," a little moan escaped her lips. "He's fingering me."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"I'm hot as hell right now. I think I could fuck a football team if I had the chance. But I'm married to you and that wouldn't be right. I will if you want me to."

"Not really," I told her. "I think it would be a major turn on to watch you fuck another guy, but I don't know how I will react."

She stood up, turned around and leaned back into his window. A couple of seconds later, she leaned to one side and he asked me, "Dude, you can't leave me like this. You guys got me all worked up and now I need some type of release. How about a blowjob instead?"

I looked at my wife and she shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I don't see why not," I answered.

He climbed over to the passenger side of the car, and she went over to the other side. Opening the door, she leaned in and started sucking on his dick. I moved my car over to the other side and got out. I stood behind her and started rubbing her pussy. This caused her to moan and brought him to orgasm in less than a minute. He looked like he tried to pull out, but she clamped down on him and swallowed every drop. I sat back down while he was cumming.

He said thank you and started to shut the door, but she had other ideas. She didn't move out of the way, but instead grabbed his hand and brought it up to her pussy. He started playing with her pussy and she stood there, leaning her head back playing with her tits. Within moments, she shook in another of many orgasms. She turned around, leaned into our car and pulled my dick out again. 

"Please let him fuck me."

I didn't respond. I just looked over at him playing with his dick, still hard, look at my wife's pussy.

She took this as a yes and told our new friend to fuck her. 

He stood up and took her from behind, while she sucked on my dick again. He was fucking her hard; I could hear his groin slapping into her ass. Within minutes, she took my dick out of her mouth and started groaning, "Oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, harder," and collapsed in my ass as she came for the last time that day.

When she was done shaking in my lap, she lowered her ass, pulling his dick out. I don't think he was done yet, because he was still humping away when she did this. She stood up and told him, "I'm sorry, but I'm spent. I don't have enough energy left for you to finish." With that, she gave him a kiss and stumbled over to the passenger side of the car, almost falling when she opened the door.

"Home James," she said as she sat down. She was asleep before we left the park. She didn't bother to put her shirt on, so I drove home with her naked. I stopped off at a convenience store for a soda, parking in front. I locked the car when I went in so that if anyone got any ideas, they wouldn't be able to act on them. I woke her up shortly before we got home so that she could put her shirt on so that the neighbors wouldn't see anything.

I can hardly wait until next summer.



At The Lake Ch. 4



Chapter 4: Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind

I hadn't been living at Ashton's for a couple of months. He'd given me a temporary place to stay when I'd had some hard times and I was grateful. Temporary turned out to be over six months till I moved in with my brother. I was cutting hair part time, and still had a thing for Ashton, but somehow the relationship had changed. It seemed like every time I went by he wanted me to go down to the lake with him. 

Used to be we'd sit around and party, or go see a band or whatever, but now it seemed that he wanted to organize a lake trip almost every time. I guess things changed a little the night he had that party and I got a little too drunk and asked if he wanted me to fuck all the guys there as a party favor to him. His attitude sure seemed to slip after that, but old biker girl habits are sometimes hard to break, especially if I manage to get to an altered state. 

I'd seen more trains than the ones just pulling freight cars, but I guess that somehow that got left off my resume before I moved in at Ashton's-he seemed a little too conventional to understand. Besides, I had been trying to break some of the old habits, and Ashton was good toward that end. Anyway it was good to see him and these lake trips were getting to be a little more fun. It was good for a lot of free drink and smoke, and sometimes we'd go to a club or to see friends.

We headed down to the lake for a day of fooling around. We usually left late morning and this was no exception. I didn't mind having a couple of wine coolers with lunch. The last time I'd pulled my top off on the interstate, that caught Ashton's attention. This time I just stripped naked. Almost everyone could see down into that little sports car, so I'd just ride and diddle. Ash gets antsy when we get off the interstate and cut through the outskirts of town and I'm still nude. He's always worried about getting arrested, or some do-gooder mom worrying about little Johnny seeing something she didn't want him to and calling the cops. 

He kept a towel that he could put over me in those situations. After three or four wine coolers I usually adopted a pretty much "to hell with it" attitude. The last time we'd come I had really started to get into the showing off aspect. I'd taken to strolling around the parking lot a little after arrival, seeing what kind of reception I'd get. This usually irked Ashton since he always wanted to get down to the lake and woods to see who was there. Last time I'd actually met Tom one of the guys he was always talking to, it seemed like he was almost always out there. Didn't he work? 

Anyway he was always very brown and tan-all over. He was pretty well hung, out there that meant eight or more. In fact when I met him he'd oiled me up a little when Ashton left to get a wine cooler for me, then sat there and masturbated while he talked to me. Later he'd swung that rigid tool just a little too close as he got up to leave and wound up getting one of my patented blowjobs. Let's face it, if you're going to take it all in, you're going to gag a little, so you just have to make it work for you. Lots of times if the guy's down my throat and I gag he shoots right away, he just thinks I'm doing some kind of oral magic. The only magic is making sure not to have spunk coming out my nose. Every now and then, some wild asshole will get into holding my head or my hair when I need to be coming up for air, but those situations are easy to correct since I've got his balls in my hand and my teeth are still good and strong, heh heh heh.

On this day I got out of the car already naked. I grabbed a towel, my cigarettes, and of course a cooler and started looking for excuses to wander around the parking lot. I went and emptied trash after I'd leaned over into the car tidying up for a couple of minutes. I'd look back between my legs to see if I had an audience and if I did I'd do some extra wiggling. Ashton put everything we didn't need in the trunk, eyed me for a minute then said he'd meet me down at the first restroom. 

As I put the trash away I passed a man sitting alone in his car, and made a point of passing right next to his open window. He was sitting in his car nude and playing with his dick. After I'd put the trash in the can I turned back toward him giving him a full frontal nude look at me. Then I looked down pretended I had dropped something on the other side of the can and bent over real slow and stayed that way for twenty or thirty seconds fooling with the imaginary paper I'd missed. I looked back at him between my legs, but couldn't see much because of the sun glaring off his windshield. Hope you got your rocks off, fella time to move on. 

When I got to the top of the trailhead I stopped and smoked a cigarette, acting like I was waiting on someone. Truthfully, I just like watching people's reactions as they come walking in, not knowing what to expect, and find a naked twenty eight year old woman just hanging around. Sometimes a guy's jaw will drop or he'll do a double take. Sometimes the wife or girlfriend will give me a nasty look, but it's worth it watching the fella's eyes pop out of his sockets. Some are not taken aback at all and the couple will tell me to come find them later. Lots of guys walk in and out nude, but not a lot of the ladies, so I get a lot of attention since guys probably outnumber gals four or five to one.

I'd made Ashton wait long enough, so I found him at the overlook and we went and threw towels along the edge of the woods where we usually go. I was getting used to the lake now and faintly recognized some of the people. I was also getting used to bushwackers who would sit or stand near enough to get a peek of a nude or topless girl and jack off. Some of the girls didn't like this, but it didn't bother me anymore. Actually, I'd gotten to be a real novelty-a bushwacking girl. 

If I felt the coast was clear (no law) I'd diddle anywhere just like the guys, I thought of it as equality of the sexes. If they can do it I can do it. Ashton put oil on me and then on himself, and we settled in for some relaxing sunning, in fact Ash went and took a dip in the lake with me, a rarity for him. Ashton said he was going back to the restroom and I said I'd come too. When we got up there we checked the view after he'd done his business and I took care of mine. I was thirsty so Ashton said he'd go back for a wine cooler from the car and I just waited at the overlook. As I stood waiting a guy came walking down the main trail. 

He had on a T- shirt but nothing else. He was looking off toward the lake, and every so often he'd stroke his cock. He hadn't seen me yet. When he did, he got this look of embarrassment and then disbelief on his face and he quickened his pace. He got to the overlook and stayed off to my side and a little behind me. I noticed he'd taken his shirt off. Within a couple of minutes he moved around the bushes at the end of the overlook and went down a little trail which put him directly beneath me. It was maybe ten feet below and if he looked up between the railings he could see right between my legs. He would stroke his cock if he thought I wasn't looking and he'd gotten a hard-on. Not one to be shy I would lean over so my tits hung for him to see, and then I'd move my legs apart giving him a real good look. Soon he quit pretending he wasn't stroking off and just played with himself openly, even when I'd look down at him. He was getting that peacock proud look you guys get sometimes as if to say "Hey Babe check this out". He lasted about two minutes then shot off and walked off. 

It seemed to be taking Ashton forever, so I decided to walk along where that guy had come from and away from where our stuff was. As I strolled along a guy came out of the woods and fell in behind me. He was nude and although his dick wasn't completely hard, it looked oily and like it wouldn't take much to get there. I noticed another guy in front of me standing to the side of the trial, he looked to be an exposer type and sure enough he had nine or ten inches of hard cock sticking out from his tight stomach. I slowed my pace a little and the guy behind me did the same stopping to look off toward the lake. I stepped off the path toward "flash" to my right and just lingered there in the woods looking down at his cock. I wasn't ten feet from him and as I looked back I didn't see anyone other that my shadow guy who I noticed had managed to get his dick up as well. 

He'd quit pretending to look at the lake and was watching "flash" and I. Flash took two tentative steps toward me, testing to see what I'd do. When I didn't move he put himself within arms reach of me and continued masturbating his long shiny cock in a come and get it kind of posture. I was pretty interested so I reached out and took his dick in my hand and started jacking him off. I reached down to diddle my clit and found that it was already standing up, but my slit was still dry. I touched his oily dick with my hand and then used it to rub on my clit as I jacked him off with my other hand. My shadow friend was taking all this in and decided to try to join us. 

Flash tried to motion him off, but I just crooked my finger back and forth beckoning him to come to the other side of me there in the woods. I took his dick in my other hand and started to feel really turned on. There I was out in public jacking off two men at once the only thing wrong was I couldn't diddle myself. One of the guys reached for my tits and started to play with them and pinch my nipples. The other guy reached between my legs and below my pubic mound and started feeling for my clit. He was clumsy and even after he got there he just didn't have a good rhythm. I could see the best way to get to my clit was to suck one and jack the other off, so that's what I did. 

Since he was so unwilling to share I jacked off Flash, as I did a deep knee bend and took the shadow into my mouth. I could taste the Vaseline on his cock, but that was okay. Now I had a free hand and could diddle again. I had my eyes wide open and moved Flash where I could look at his cock as I sucked on Shadow's. I have to watch their eyes and facial expressions to see when I've hit the right rhythm. And I have to check to see if it's a technique he likes and this guy was liking his hand job, just as shadow was liking his blowjob, and I was liking the incredible feeling of doing all this at the same time in public. 

Flash was fondling one breast and Shadow the other, I was turned on enough to fuck. Flash must have sensed this because he took my hand off his dick and pulled me to the bending-at-the-waist position without me missing a lick on Shadow. He got behind me and started moving his coconut smelling oily dickhead up and down the slit of my pussy. He lubed me with it a little bit and then upon finding the right position and the right entrance point he pushed into me from behind going all the way to his balls in one swift long thrust. 

Un-be-fucking-leivable!! He hit a good rhythm right away, one of my hands was working my clit and, one was holding on to shadow's ass as I deep throated him and I was getting close. I looked off to the left on the trail and there was a man and a woman watching me do the fuck and suck. She had reached over and was searching for his cock with her hand and he stood jaw agape lust all over his face. This sent me over the edge and I had a really big orgasm. 

I think Shadow was a couple of strokes behind and Flash was on his toes shooting his load into my pussy. I collapsed back on Flash and he caught me under my arms and held me up as Shadow grabbed his cock stoked himself a couple of times and then shot all over my tits. God this was great. I vaguely remember the girl saying something about a nice show as they walked off. I suddenly felt embarrassed and got my legs back and headed back toward where we'd left the towel. I wonder if Ashton has that wine cooler yet, I'm thirsty.



At the Lake With Jo & Kate



This is another story for the woman who is just out of my reach. I base my stories off the things she tells me, and also off our limited time together. She enjoys reading about herself, and I enjoy writing about her. 

This is your last Christmas present, Jo. Hope you like it.

Love, Eddy

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"Would you relax you fucking idiot!"

I looked at Alex as he made his way down the stairs to the boat dock. He knew I was nervous. I'd never been a boat in my entire 25 years on this planet.

"Relax and come on! It won't sink! I promise! You'll have fun!" He called back.

Carrying a cooler of beer, I continued to follow him down to the 25 foot cabin cruiser sitting on the lake. I'd moved to this area four years ago after college. Back home we didn't have a lake to boat around on. I could swim, but I never learned to like the water very much. I'd been invited to go out on the lake several times, but had always said no. This time Alex had insisted. He was a good guy, but some times at work I caught him in little lies that made me question whether he had a bad memory or was totally full of shit.

We reached the boat and I hesitantly stepped over the side and onto the lower deck. I could feel the deck move with the waves, and stood there for a while trying to convince myself that this was just like my water bed at home.

"For Christ's sake Eddy, put the cooler down and relax!"

I looked over and saw Alex's brother Paul, yelling at me while he unloading some food into a side compartment.

"Blow me, you fucking bitch!" I responded with a smile. This wouldn't be so bad after all I thought. Just a day out with the guys drinking beer and fishing.

Then the door to the cabin opened up and a woman called out. "Nice language, Eddy." I recognized it as the voice of Alex's wife, Kate.

"Sorry, Kate, I thought it was just the guys on board," I said softly as I put down the cooler stuffed with a case and a half of Miller Lite. I turned around to see Kate standing there in a tiny bikini with red flower print. She looked stunning. Kate was about 5'6", blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair, and had nice 36 C tits and an ass so firm you could hammer nails with it. As she smiled at me, I looked her up and down and then brought my gaze back to met hers. I'd always had a thing for Kate, and now she looked so pretty that I was glad I had on a pair of cutoffs and a long baggy shirt to cover my hardon. 

"I you want to go fuck her down below, we have time before we set off," Alex muttered as he grabbed a beer.

"OK," I yelled sarcastically while taking her hand and pulling her toward the door to the cabin. Kate screamed and pulled her hand away. As we all laughed, Kate punched Alex in the arm and took a seat next to Paul with a pouty look on her face. Alex climbed the steps to the captain's chair and fired up the engine. As it rumbled to life, I asked Alex to tell me about his boat. He began to tell me every detail, the size, engine type, and on and on. My mind drifted off as he rambled. Paul's the only guy I know who can make a short story long. I was looking out over the lake and wondering how puffy Kate's nipples get be if I threw her in right now. Suddenly the door to the cabin opened behind me making me jumped.

Out walked a vision from a dream. "Excuse me," she said as she slipped past me. I watched her ass as she walked away. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini that glowed against her tanned skin. She was short, with long black hair and an ass to rival Kate's. Her legs were short but muscular, and before she sat down on Paul's lap, I had fallen in love. 

"I'm sorry, Eddy, have you ever met my girlfriend, Jo?" Paul asked.

"No, I haven't," I said. I walked over and shook her hand. "I'm Eddy, nice to meet you, Jo." It was hard to keep eye contact with her and not look down to check out her tits. Her eyes were dark brown. They made her look so mysterious. Her bright red lips were full and inviting. As she smiled at me, I knew I would be having sex with her in my dreams tonight.

"Nice to meet you, Eddy." she said with a smile. Her words broke my trance. "Kate told me about you joining us today."

"Have a seat, Eddy, here we go," Alex called out. I turned and took a seat on the side bench and braced myself as the boat started out into the lake. The ride wasn't too bad. As we sped up I stole a glance at Jo. Her tits were smaller than Kate's, but they had a perfect teardrop shape. Her yellow bikini top held them firmly. Paul's right hand rested on Jo's ass. His thumb was gently stroking her bare flesh between her main butt muscle and her hip. Jo was talking with Kate. Their voices were drowned out by roaring engine. Paul's left hand rested on Jo's left inner thigh. Her short legs looked so inviting.

We hit some waves on the water. As our boat bounced hard I noticed we were crossing the wake of a passing boat. I looked over at Kate's tits and watched them giggle under her bikini top. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman, and these two looked so inviting, I couldn't stand it. I needed to go find the bathroom and jerk off fast. 

I stood up, holding on to the side and yelled back to Paul so that he could hear me, "Bathroom?" I yelled, pointing to the cabin door. 

"Head?" he yelled back shaking his head.

"No thanks, I'll wait and get a whore on the way home," I said with a smile.

Paul shook his head. "No. On a boat it's called the head, Land Lover." I knew that. 

"Besides, its broken," he yelled back. "You'll have to hang it over the side when we stop." The women thought this was very funny. I didn't. So much for a quick release.

Soon we reached a little cove with woods on three sides. Alex cut the engine and we drifted to a stop. He turned on the CD player and the sound of cool jazz began to fill the boat. Nice choice. To my disappointment, the girls took some beers and went to the upper deck to get some mid-afternoon sun. The upper deck is above the cabin, in front of the captain's instrument panel. Alex and Paul stood up along the side of the boat and each took a leak. I looked up to see if the girls were watching, but they were out of sight. When they were done, I peed too, after all, I did have to go earlier.

Alex, Paul and I sat on the side benches and threw out some fishing lines. We sat and talked for a long time. The music, the bright sun and the cold beer (especially the cold beer) made us ignore the fact that we didn't get even a single bite. We were hitting the beer pretty hard, but the guys must have started before we got to the lake. They were getting pretty rowdy. The girls were drinking a lot too. We could hear them talking and laughing. Soon they both came down and told me to move my fishing pole, they had to pee. I reeled in my line and stepped back.

"Now turn around boys," Kate said in a teasing voice. We did as we were told and soon heard the sound of girls pee hitting the water. They were giggling and whispering to each other. Then Kate said, "OK, turn around boys." We did as directed and Jo let out a little scream. Jo still had her ass hanging out over the side of the boat and her bikini bottoms were around her knees. She jumped up and pulled her yellow bikini bottoms up in one quick motion. For a split second I saw her pussy. It was shaved clean. I wasn't ready to see that. I almost passed out.

"I'm gonna take a nap," Kate said with a wink to Alex and headed down into the cabin.

"Me too," said Jo and went back up the stairs to the upper deck.

"Sounds like fun," Alex said. He went to the side of the boat and took a quick pee before retreating to the cabin.

Paul peed off he other side and went to find Jo. "Hold down the fort," he said to me with a smile. Paul stumbled walking up the stairs to the upper deck. The beer had gotten to him. He regained his footing and disappeared behind the instrument panel in front of the captain's chair.

Great. Just where I wanted to be. Alone on a lake while everyone else was getting laid. I thought about Jo, and her shaved pussy. I started to hear soft moaning sounds from the upper deck. What ever was happening up there, Paul was definitely enjoying it. The boat began to rock slightly from side to side. Somebody was going at it hard. It all made my cock grow again. I needed to cum, but here? I'm not that brave.

I pulled in the other fishing lines and took off my shirt to get some sun. At least the girls weren't here to make fun of my "farmers tan." I took a leak off the side, and I grabbed myself another beer from the cooler. The rocking of the boat was getting more intense, and so were the moaning sounds from Paul.

I decided to turn up the CD player to drown out the sounds of the sex. I reached up to the volume control beside the captain's chair, but couldn't stretch enough. I climbed up the stairs and cranked the knob up a couple notches. As I started to turn around, I looked out the front window and got the shock of my life. Paul and Jo were right there, out in the open. Paul was naked and laying back, with Jo facing him on all fours, sucking his cock. She still had her bikini on, but I was looking straight at her tight ass, the same ass I feel in love with earlier. I could almost make out the lips of her pussy through the yellow material. She was working his balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other while she licked the head. My hardon was back, and so strong that I had forgotten where I was for a moment.

Coming to my senses I ducked down behind the instrument panel. I couldn't believe that they were doing this right out here for anyone to see. These two were not shy like I was. I thought again about what was happening on the other side of my hiding place. I couldn't help myself. I had to look again. I raised up slightly, peeking just over the top of the instrument panel. Jo was still working on Paul's cock, but one of her hands was now inside of her bikini bottoms, rubbing herself. Involuntarily I reached down and started to rub my cock through my cutoffs.

Jo was working Paul's cock with a vengeance now, and his face was distorting, giving away the fact that he was close to cumming. Jo stopped touching herself and fondled his balls gently, and that sent him over the edge. He gasp as he shot his juice into Jo's mouth. She didn't miss a drop, drinking it all down. She was good at this.

Jo crawled up Paul's body and kissed his cheek, as Paul rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. Jo snuggled up beside him and whispered into his ear. I couldn't hear her, but I'm sure she said it was her turn. Paul just lay there. She waited a bit, then nudged him. He was sound asleep.

"Fucking bastard," she said out loud, and rolled over onto her back. She closed her eyes and reached down between her legs. She began to rub the outside of her bikini bottoms, which suddenly became noticeably wet. I couldn't believe I was watching this dream girl masturbate. She was so beautiful. Then it happened. I don't know if I made a noise or if she sensed my presences. Her eyes opened and she sat up, staring right at me. I froze. I was busted. Caught red handed spying on her. We looked at each other for what seemed like hours, then she started to smile.

Jo stood up and quietly walked toward me. I sat stunned, until she tapped me on the shoulder as she passed by my hiding place. I turned and watched her go down the steps to the lower deck. She went over to the bench in the back of the boat and lay down. Jo motioned for me with one finger, and I quickly made my way down and stood over her.

"Eddy, please eat my pussy," she said. The smile was gone from her face. I looked around the boat. We were alone. I looked back down at her. She lifted her hips off the bench and slid off her bikini bottoms. She dropped them at my feet, and raised her knees to her chest. I looked down at her pussy. It was completely bald, and as she parted her knees, the folds slowly opened up showing me her large clit, and below that, the opening to her love hole.

My shyness was gone. I didn't need to be asked twice. I knelt at the end of the bench and slid her down so that I could easily get at her. I leaned down and gazed at her cunt for a second before I kissed her right on the clit. She twitched and arched her back, grinding her clit into my waiting lips. I raised my lips off her clit and began to kiss around the lips of her pussy, teasing her with soft whisper touches from my mouth. She began moaning softly, and rotating her hips slowly.

After several minutes of kissing, the juice was glistening off her pussy folds, and I couldn't help but taste her. My tongue started at her opening and licked upwards between first one fold of her pussy, then the next, finishing each lick with a flick to her clit. I worked my way from one side of Jo's pussy to the other side, and then back, slowly devouring her intimacy. Each fold was like a soft, silky flower pedal covered in morning dew. She was so sweet that I couldn't stop myself. Jo was breathing heavily, moaning with each exhale.

I reached up to fondle her breasts, and found that her bikini top was still on. Jo quickly pulled it up over the top of her nipples to give me excess to her tits. I massaged one gently with my whole hand, then I switched to the other as I continued my slow rhythmic licking. Her nipples grew very hard and I soon started to pinch them after each massage. 

She was almost out of control when I finally reached my other hand up and worked one finger into her pussy. She was dripping wet by this time, and I gently stroked my finger across her swollen "G" spot. I continued to lick her pussy and pinch her nipples, although I was now pinching them rather hard. She was almost at her limit, but I could hear her whispering something. I raised up and asked what was wrong.

"My ass, I need a finger up my ass, Baby," she whispered. That was new to me. I had never had a women who liked her asshole penetrated. I stuck a second finger into her soaked pussy and coated it with her juice. I pulled them out of her pussy, then began to easy then in again, this time with my index finger in her cunt, and my middle finger in her ass. She grunted and arched her back again. "Oh God, that's it, Baby, that's it, Baby, don't stop. Suck my clit. Hurry!" There was urgency in her voice.

I locked my lips around her clit and sucked hard while moving my fingers in unison; one in her cunt and one in her anus. She move my hand off of her tit and started to pinch and twist her own nipples. She began bucking her hips faster and faster, and I matched her rhythm with my sucking and fingering. She was getting close and I wanted to taste her juice. Her grunts and heavy panting reached a fevered pitch and she suddenly threw back her head and held her breath. Her pussy convulsed and she squirted cum into my mouth and over my hand. Her cum was sweet. Everything about Jo was sweet.

She held her body perfectly still, except for the spasms in her pussy. "Don't move," Jo whispered, and she lay there motionless with my fingers still inside her. She slowly relaxed and started breathing in short gasps. I kept my fingers inside her and raised my head to watch her face. She was in a different world, with and innocent smile on her face. Suddenly she arched her back, threw back her head and held her breath again. I looked down at her pussy as she started to spasm and squirt juices out again. It was beautiful to watch her cum again so soon. She was amazing. 

After her second orgasm subsided, I asked if she was alright. She looked down at me, "I'm great. I could keep this up all day," she said. "How about you, Eddy? Are you alright?"

"I'm so horny I could die," I responded truthfully.

"Then why don't you fuck me, Eddy? I need a cock inside me right now. Hurry." she urged.

I quickly undid my cutoffs and pulled out my cock. It was throbbing with anticipation. I knelt in front of her and rubbed my cock up and down her smooth slit. Slowly, I eased it into her pussy. I pushed it in until I could feel her cervix with the head of my cock, then kept pushing. Soon I was engulfed in her cunt, with my pelvis bone up against her clit. I pulled it half way out, then slid it back in. Jo was so tight and hot that I had to close my eyes and concentrate on not cumming immediately. I held the front of her thighs and pulled the back of her thighs into my chest. I began to pull her back and forth to easy my cock in and out of her pussy. She was enjoying this as much as I was by the look on her face. But I knew I wouldn't last long, and I was getting ready to cum inside this beautiful women.

"Now this is a surprise," came a voice from beside us.

Jo and I both gave a startled jumped and watched Kate as she walked toward us. Kate was completely naked, holding her bikini. Her tits swung free as she walked, and her shaved pussy was glistening with moister. I watched her body, the body I had longed to see since we first met years ago. Kate stopped and stood over us.

"Eddy, what are you doing to my JoJo?" she asked me.

"It's not what you think," I said with a weak smile, even though my cock was still inside Jo's pussy.

"Bullshit, Eddy, you're fucking my girlfriend, JoJo! What else could it be!" she said.

I looked at Jo, and she was smiling. "You look great, Sis, care to join us?" Jo said.

Before I knew what was happening, Kate dropped her bikini, bent down and started sucking on one of Jo's tits. Kate's own ample tits were hanging down over Jo's body. They were perfect. "I've missed you," Jo said, pulling Kate's face up and kissing her lips intensely. Obviously they had done this before. "Paul couldn't stay awake long enough to make me cum, but Eddy here was up to the task," Jo whispered. I suddenly remembered that my cock was still in Jo, and started sliding it in and out again.

"Alex had the same problem. He just shot a load in my cunt and then gave up and went to sleep. He didn't give a fuck about what I need," said Kate. I looked at her pussy, and I could see Alex's sperm dripping from her pussy lips.

"Damn girl," said Jo, "You know how much I love to lick Alex's cum from your pussy." Jo looked at me. "Eddy, Baby, could you fuck my ass while we '69' each other?"

I hadn't seen that one coming. I didn't know what to do, so I just nodded.

Kate, opened a drawer beneath Jo, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. I pulled my cock from Jo's pussy. It was dripping with her juice. Then I watched as Kate coated my cock with lubricant. Her touch was so gentle that I almost came in her hand. Then Jo raised her knees up so that Kate could rubbed some KY jelly at the entrance to Jo's anus. Kate took my cock in her hand and placed it on Jo's asshole.

"Relax JoJo girl, here he comes," Kate said to Jo. "You too, Eddy. Relax. Have you ever done this before?"

I shook my head no.

"Well, just try not to cum too quickly, because this is going to feel great," Kate said.

I eased forward and watched with amazement as Kate guided my cock into Jo's ass. It opened up and my cock met little resistance until it was about three-quarters in. It was so tight that I felt like I was being crushed.

"That's far enough, Eddy, wait a second," Jo said. "Now come here, Sis."

Kate straddle Jo's head and I reached out to hold her arms and steady her as she lowered her sloppy pussy to Jo's lips. Kate let out a groan and closed her eyes as Jo's tongue found her snatch. I watched with amazement as Jo started licking Kate's cunt. I began to move my cock in and out of Jo's ass. She was so tight that I really knew I wouldn't last long this time. As I fucked Jo, I was staring at Kate's sweet tits, and instinctively removed my hands from her arms to feel them. Kate opened her eyes and smiled at me while I kneed her breasts. Her nipples became large and goose bumps appeared as I played with them. Her nipples were calling out to be pinched.




At the Lake With Jo & Kate



As I fucked Jo's ass and Jo ate the cum from Kate's pussy, Kate looked at me longingly as I fondled her breasts. Kate and I leaned toward each other and locked our lips and tongues together in the most passionate kiss of my life. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I sucked on her lips, trying in vain make her understand how good that moment felt. Kate broke off the kiss to catch her breath and to moan from the pleasure Jo was giving her. I held her tits and lowered her down to Jo's pussy.

Jo gasped when Kate's tongue first licked her clit. This reaction from Jo nearly sent me over the edge. I tried to hold off but couldn't stop my body from rhythmically ramming my cock into Jo's ass harder and faster, even though Kate's head was hitting me in the stomach with each thrust. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore and slammed my cock into her one last time, so deep that Jo let out a gasp of pain. I held my cock in her, all the way up to the base of my shaft, and unleashed a torrent of cum into Jo's anus. As the jerking of my orgasm subsided, Kate returned to licking Jo's clit. I held my cock in my new lover for a few more moments, then slowly pulled it out. As soon as I was out of the way, Kate slid down to Jo's asshole and started licking up my cum which was already oozing from the hole where I had just deposited it.

As I watched Jo and Kate lick each other, I picked up a near by towel and wiped off my cock. I couldn't believe the sight of these two sexy women going at it. It was even more clear that they were not strangers to this sort of thing. I walked around to watch Jo's tongue darting in and out of Kate's pussy. She had cleaned out all of Alex's cum and was concentrating on Kate's clit. Jo's looked up at me and reached to play with my balls. In just a few minutes I was stiff and ready to go again.

Jo motioned me closer and told Kate, "Get up on her knees, Sis, Eddy wants to fuck you now." Kate did as requested and pulled herself away from Jo's cum filled asshole. Jo took the towel from my hands and rolled it up into a pillow for herself. I moved in behind Kate and gently slid my cock into her pussy. I had wanted this from the first moment I met Kate years ago. I had just never imagined it would happen. Her pussy wasn't as tight as Jo's pussy, but it still felt great. My cock slid in without effort, and I repeatedly buried it all the way to my balls, so that I could feel your cervix with the head.

Jo lifted her head and started sucking on my balls as I fucked Kate. Kate was still fingering Jo. I reached around Kate and found Jo's tits. Her nipples were still hard and the skin on her breasts was sweaty. It was a sight and a feeling that I wished would last forever. Unfortunately, I can't last very long under any circumstances, and this felt way too good. After just 3 or 4 minutes, I felt the cum boiling up in my balls. I don't know whether it was the feeling of Kate's pussy, or Jo's lips wrapped around one of my balls. I slid my cock all the way in for last time and grunted as I filled Kate's cunt with my sticky sperm. The feeling of me cumming inside her sent Kate into a quick orgasm and she collapsed on top of Jo. We were all spent.

I looked around, luckily we were still alone. I was amazed that all the sounds of sex hadn't woken up the guys. I pulled my cock from Kate's dripping pussy. Jo pulled me back and sucked the length of my cock into her mouth, cleaning it off. When she was finished, I stood up. Jo returned to Kate's cum filled pussy and cleaned it out for a second time. Both girls quickly came one last time. I helped Kate get up off of Jo, and pulled her to me for a hug and another long kiss. I could taste my cum on Kate's lips. Jo stood up and stretched, and pulled her bikini top back down over her tits. We were quite a sight, all sweaty, sticky and smelling of sex. 

"I think we need to rinse off, people," Kate said, gathering up her bikini. 

"Sounds like fun," Jo joined in, picking up her bikini bottoms.

"Thanks girls, but I'm not much of a swimmer," I mumbled as I retrieved my cutoffs. That was the wrong thing to say, and the girls each grabbed one of my arms and despite my half-hearted resistance, tossed me over board, then dove in after me. We were kicking and screaming in the cool water, which was a welcome break from the hot sun. The girls helped me out with my cutoffs, and then retrieved their various clothing from the water around us. In a few moments, we were all decent, as we helped each other wash away the evidence of our little threesome. As we swam, Alex and Paul awoke and stumbled out to the lower deck to watch. They soon jumped in and joined us in the water. Paul began messing with Jo, Alex swam over to Kate, and I made my way back to the boat alone.

I climbed up, dried off, and grabbed a beer. As I watched my four friends swim, I wondered if I would ever get to see either one of these beautiful girls like this again. Kate was married, so I knew she wouldn't be interested in anything on a regular basis with me. But Jo was the one I really wanted. She was so good looking, so sexy, and so exciting. I wished I had more time with Jo. She could really make a difference in my life. I wanted her to be with me. I needed her.

I looked around out little cove once again, and I decided that the lake was actually a nice place to spend a summer afternoon.



At the Laundromat



I was at the Laundromat washing a comforter that was simply too large to fit into the standard washer I have at home. Needing to use one of the high capacity machines the Laundromat featured I got there early when they first opened up so I wouldn't have to wait.

I was the first customer to arrive, walking in just behind the attendant as he unlocked the door. I quickly moved over to the machine, pushed the comforter in, added the detergent and then fed eight quarters into the machine. When I finished I noticed an odd looking man post a memo on the bulletin board. He immediately walked back out of the Laundromat and then drove off in a old pickup truck.

Curious, I wandered over to the board and looked up at the note. It was typed on a full sized piece of paper with what must have been an ancient typewriter since the text was so irregular and light. Leaning in closely I was just able to read:

To Whom It May Concern:

I know I should thank you but also think I should say I am sorry. By now you may have missed it, I mean discovered it wasn't in your laundry when you got home. Your panties, I'm talking about your pink laced one that was at the top of your hamper when you came in last week.

You were waiting for a machine and went to buy some detergent or fabric softener. I snuck over, grabbed the panties and slipped them into my pocket before walking out. I watched from my car as you walked back to the hamper, not even noticing they were gone.

I want to say I am sorry, but I'm really not all that sorry. I mean, sure I feel a bit bad for you, but I did enjoy them so much. You see, once I watched you loading your laundry, saw how you moved, how you bit your lower lip measuring the detergent, how nice your ass looked in those tight jeans I hurried home and well, enjoyed your panties.

Yes, when I got home I took off my clothes and climbed into bed, imagining you were there wearing the panties. I then ran their soft, smooth fabric over my thighs, up my stomach and over my nipples. Just the thought of you rubbing your panties over my body got me hard and I ran them lightly over my cock.

By then I needed more and I took your panties and pulled them over my head, letting the white, crusty streak at the crotch... right where your pussy oozed, slide over my nose. I could smell a bit but knew how to smell it better and yes taste it too. Opening my mouth I sucked the crotch in, letting my saliva soak it.

I was immediately rewarded with the taste... your taste, so tart and tangy. Letting it slip from my mouth I took a deep breath, smelling you, your most intimate fragrance. Damn by then I couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed my hard cock. Sucking the crotch back into my mouth I let your taste fill my mouth and imagined my tongue deep in your pussy, tasting you as I stroked my cock.

It felt so good as the head of my cock slid in and out of my fist, my ass lifting off the bed as I imagined you sucking my cock as I ate your pussy, tasted your juices. And fuck, when I came it spurted all the way up to my chest, in spurt after spurt. When I finished coming I used the panties to clean up all the cum. Well, actually your panties just kind of smeared it over me, I had to use a towel to really get it cleaned up.

Anyway I let the panties dry out and was going to return them with the cum dried in it just in case you might have wanted to, well, do yourself while tasting me. I had planned to tack them up with this note but figured there were simply too many perverts who would simply steal them. Instead I put my number on the back of this note so you can call me if you want.

Sincerely,

The man who stole your pink panties

When I finished reading the note I turned and noticed an attractive lady waiting near my washer. On top of her hamper I saw some black laced panties.



At the Laundry Mat



Furious, I yanked the door to the washing machine open and pulled my clothing from it, piling them into the washer immediately to the left. When I finished, I slammed the door on the first machine, before walking angrily over to the vending machine where you can buy individual laundry detergents for fifty cents. It had been a long, shitty day, and to pile all of my clothes into a machine that turned out to be broken was almost more than I could take. I was alone in the laundry mat, and slamming doors and kicking chairs out of my way as I walked back to the washing machine felt good; it was an easy way to get out some of my stress. Back at my washer I shut that door hard too, and put the soap in the top of the machine. When I attempted to toss the empty box into the trash, I overshot the bucket, infuriating me all over again. "FUCK!" I yelled in the empty room, overreacting at the missed shot. I headed over to pick up the box from the floor, and physically jumped in surprise to see a man on the other side of the washing machines loading his laundry into a dryer. How had I not known he was there?! Immediately I was embarrassed, and I mumbled an apology.

"It's ok" the man sad gruffly, and he bent to pick up the box I was about to retrieve. When he was close enough to hand me the box, I could smell the liquor on him, and for some reason I felt a little better. "Rough day, girl?" he asked me, as I tossed the box away, and I smiled a little.

"Yeah, you could say that...just long and filled with all kinds of shit," I muttered, thinking about the double shift I had just worked at the restaurant, the lack of tips I had received from a large table of lowlifes, and the fact that I was scheduled to work another double shift tomorrow, to cover for an irresponsible co-worker. "Anyway," I said to the man, who appeared to be in his 30's – probably about 10 years older than I, "I'm sorry I lost my temper, I didn't mean to make so much noise and stuff..." I let my voice trail off, not sure what else to say.

"Don't worry about it kid, you're sexy as hell when you're angry like that," he said glancing at me appreciatively and throwing me completely off guard. 

"I'm – but – what?" I stammered, completely surprised that this man would be so forward, and utterly unsure how to respond.

"You look so surprised," the guy said to me, seeming surprised at this. "It's all your aggression, the ferocity in your face..." he paused for a moment, then continued, "you just look like your craving a good hard fuck." He was matter of fact about it, and I could feel myself blushing, partly because nobody had ever spoken to me like that before, and partly because, as much as I hated to admit it, it was true.

I wondered what he thought of me at that moment, with my dark brown hair up in a sloppy pony tail, and me looking like a stressed out mess. I was wearing the only thing that was clean in my apartment – a pair of comfortable, worn in jeans, and an old, thin white tank top. I had my black bra on underneath, and I knew it was showing through, but I didn't care. I figured he couldn't tell that I didn't have on any panties, they'd simply all been in the dirty clothes basket. All of this was flashing through my head, and my thoughts were only broken when he asked me a question.

"I bet you just want to get on a cock and ride yourself to a good hard cum, don't you girl?" He asked laughing.

I surprised myself by answering quickly and honestly. "Actually buddy," I said, attitude creeping into my voice, "that's where you're wrong. I don't want to get on and ride, because that's simply too much effort." My voice was calm, even as I was screaming inside my head, wondering what the hell I was doing, discussing this with some guy in the laundry mat. "What I really need is for someone to just take control; you know, just bend me over and fuck me hard. Make me take it, make me cum, make me forget about how fucking shitty this day was." This time it was he who seemed surprised, as he looked at me, clearly wondering if I was serious or just dicking him around. And it was me that laughed this time. "I'm not kidding," I said laughing, satisfied to see him look so shocked, as I turned my back on him to pick up my laundry basket from the floor. 

I bent over to pick up my laundry basket, and almost instantly, before I could straighten up again, I could feel the man behind me. I don't just mean I could sense his presence, or tell that he had moved closer, no, I mean that I could literally feel him standing behind me. He was so close that his pelvis was pressed against my ass, and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I felt his dick twitch through his pants. I was surprised to feel his hand at the back of my head, even more so when he grabbed my pony tail and pulled, ordering me, without words, to straighten back up. I left my laundry basket on the floor as I stood, and when I was standing up straight again he released my pony tail and turned me around, so I was facing him. 

Once again, I could smell the hint of alcohol on his breath, and as I looked at him I wondered if he were drunk. I noticed other things in that quick moment too: that he was a good looking guy; tanned, with dark brown eyes, and dark stubble studding his chin, suggesting a couple days since his last shave. He stood there, inches from my face, and grinned, and I couldn't help but grin back. His smile was a combination of little boy mischief and pure male lust, paired with a little bit of devilishness that was more suggestive than any smile I'd ever seen in my life. And as I took him in, and stood there with his hands firmly gripping my shoulders, I knew that he had listened to what I said, and that he intended to follow through. This scared me for a split second, but even more than that, it excited me, and I could feel myself getting wet.

He must have seen the brief flash of fear in my eyes, and also noticed that it faded away, because he grinned again, and said in a low voice, "little girl, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into." I tried to think of a flippant response, but had no time, because suddenly his hands on my shoulders were pushing down, pushing me down, until I was on my knees in front of him. Realizing what he wanted, I licked my lips in anticipation, having been craving a cock in my mouth for months, since my last boyfriend and I had broken up. He noticed, and laughed. "You better do a damn good job then girl," we warned, tugging my pony tail loose and wrapping one hand in my hair, while he undid his jeans with the other. The tugging on my hair was turning me on more than I ever thought it would, and I was straining against his grip trying to get closer to him as he pulled down his jeans and boxers in one quick motion. As his cock sprang free I opened my mouth eagerly, and sucked in the head, swirling my tongue around it, savoring the feeling of finally having a man in my mouth again. 

His dick was bigger than any I'd ever had, a realization that came to me as I sucked on it. In an attempt to please him while easing myself into the blowjob, I reached up and gripped the base of his shaft with my hand, so that I could jerk him off while my mouth only had to tackle the first few inches of his cock. I savored it, going slow, then speeding up a little, until suddenly the guy slapped my hand away, hard. "Nice try girl," he said harshly, "but I don't want a fucking hand job. I want you to use that pretty mouth and swallow my dick, and if you can't do it on your own, then I'm gonna help you." He didn't sound mad, exactly, but it was clear that he knew what he wanted, so I tried to take him a little deeper. He was so big and thick though, that I struggled, and had to back off again almost immediately. I was sucking hard on the head of his dick, eliciting a groan from him, when, without warning, his hand tightened hard in my hair, and he pushed my head forward, forcing me to take a little more than half of his cock all at once. I felt my throat stretching, and almost instantly I was gagging, my throat constricting around him. He pulled my head back off his cock just as forcefully as he had pushed it forward, letting me focus again on just the head. I caught my breath in a big gasp of air, and then he was pushing me forward again, this time I took another inch or so before gagging hard, and once again he pulled me back. Again I gasped for breath, again he pushed me forward. As I gagged around his thickness the third time, I could feel my pussy clenching, my clit throbbing for attention. It occurred to me, as he was mercifully pulling me away from his cock once again, that the feeling of being forced to swallow him was turning me on. He seemed to read my mind, because he laughed as he pushed me forward again, saying "You like that, don't you girl? You like it when I make you choke on my big cock don't you? It's making you hot, making you want me to fuck you, isn't it?" I groaned around his cock that was almost all the way in my mouth, only about one inch that I hadn't managed to swallow yet. That wasn't good enough for him though, he wanted me to actually answer him. He jerked my head and pulled me away hard, "Answer me, little girl, you like having me fuck your throat like this?" He used my hair to tilt my head, make me look up at him. My eyes were watering and my throat was spasming, but I let out a garbled yes, and then shocked him by plunging my own head forward, and swallowing his whole cock, on my own. "Fuuuuck, that's a good girl," I could hear him groaning above me, and even as I gagged his words were having an effect on me. I ground the back of my throat against the head of his cock, feeling my lips pressed against his crotch. He tried to pull me back off to let me breathe, but I didn't want to, I loved the feeling of him filling my throat. He tugged my hair harder, and harder still, until finally I had to obey and back off, feeling my scalp tingle from the pulling. I gasped for air, surprised to realize I needed it so badly, and then he forced me back on his dick hard, causing me to gag again in surprise, and moan in pleasure. I reached up with my hand and squeezed his balls, while I sucked on the cock deep in my throat. I snuck my tongue out at the base of his dick, and teased the edge of his balls with it, causing his hand to tighten hard in my hair, while he jerked his hips forward and ground his dick deeper, making me feel like I would actually swallow it. Suddenly, almost with urgency, he pulled me away again, hard, this time all the way off of his cock. He still held my hair, and I was still kneeling, while he looked down at me in surprise. He was breathing heavy, and I suddenly realized that I must have almost made him cum, that's why he made me stop. "You're one amazing little cock sucker, kid," he said between breaths, looking surprised and immensely pleased.

Still using my hair to direct me, he pulled me to my feet until I was standing in front of him. He turned me around, so my back was to him, and pulled me tight against him; I could feel his hard cock pulsing against my ass through my jeans. One hand still in my hair, he jerked my head to the side a little, making me tilt it, exposing my neck. Instantly his mouth was on it, kissing and sucking. When he nibbled a little bit I let out a small moan, and then he bit me harder, just below my ear, causing my knees to almost buckle with the pleasure and pain that mixed together. "Mmmm, like that, girl, when I bite you?" he asked, in his low voice, while his hand squeezed my breast hard over my shirt. He took his other hand away from my hair and used them both to pull my thin tank top quickly up and over my head. It suddenly occurred to me, as my shirt hit the floor, that we were there, in the laundry mat, he naked from the waist down, and me in jeans and my bra (not knowing how long either would stay on). I started to protest, mentioning that we were in a public building, but my words turned to a groan when he bit down hard on my collar bone, causing me to involuntarily grind back into him. "It's almost 1:00 in the morning, kid," he said quietly, "it's just me and you here." I thought about arguing more, my good sense told me I should, but as he kissed my neck hard, and dragged his teeth up to my earlobe, my good sense went out the window. He was biting my ear, and then teasing it with his tongue as he unhooked my bra and let that fall to the floor near my shirt. As soon as it was gone his hands replaced it, his fingers immediately finding my swollen nipples and squeezing them. He wasted no time being with gentle, pinching and tugging them as I ground against him. I yelped when he pulled them both hard, causing him to pinch them too, and even through the pain I could feel my pussy getting soaked as my body craved more. "You said you wanted it hard," he warned, "And I'm gonna give you exactly what you wanted." He paused for a moment, licking my ear as he pinched my nipples even harder, the combination of pleasure and pain making me squirm against him and moan desperately for more. "Ooooh you like that, don't you? You love it when I pinch those nipples and make them hurt a little bit..." he blew in my ear, then whispered, "There's more where that came from." He let up on one nipple, but pinched the other harder, causing the free one to throb and crave his painful attentions again. 

I was so focused on the feelings in my nipples and my neck where he kept alternating between kissing and biting, that I almost didn't even notice when his hand slipped over my stomach and into the front of my jeans. All at once he stopped everything; his hands paused exactly where they were. "You little slut!" he whispered, surprised, in my ear. "You're not even wearing panties under these jeans..."his voice trailed off for a moment and he slid his hand lower into my jeans, sliding a finger between my pussy lips, "and you're cunt's fucking soaked!" He flicked his finger hard across my clit, causing me let out a cry of pleasure, and he brought his other hand away from my chest and down to undo my jeans. "No fucking panties," he pondered, "and a pussy shaved completely smooth...you're just dying for a pounding, aren't you?"

With that he pushed me forward, bending me over one of the many counters where customers would usually fold their clothes. By then, every nerve in my body was on fire, between his words, and the way he had hurt my nipples and my neck, making the pleasure he offered that much more exquisite. I was dying for him to fuck me, and he knew it, and I knew it was coming. I braced myself for the thickness of his cock, knowing that it would stretch my pussy like none ever had before. Instead though, I suddenly felt his fingertip, just one, teasing my pussy lips. I looked back, to see him kneeling on the floor behind me. For a split second I was disappointed, I wanted him to fuck me, and hard! Something must have tipped him off, for he stood up, and slapped my ass hard, making it sting. He leaned over close to me and looked at me carefully. "Listen to me, girl," he said, in a voice that meant business. "Just because I'm not holding you down right now, doesn't mean that you have permission to move. You're going to stand there, and take whatever I give you. And if I tease you, and believe me, I'm going to; you're going to endure it." He paused, and slapped my ass again, the sharp sting mixing with a tingle as he ran his fingertips slowly over the reddened area. "I know you want me to fuck your brains out, and I'm going to, you can count on that. But you also said you wanted someone else to be in charge...so that's exactly what you're gonna get kid. I'm in charge, and that means you don't get fucked until I'm ready to fuck you, got it?" He slapped my ass again, and I groaned, but when I didn't answer he grabbed my hair and jerked my head. "Got it?" he demanded. 

"Yes," I said weakly, as he moved away from me and slapped my ass, one more time, hard. He moved behind me again, and again teased my pussy with his fingertip. I could feel him slipping it between my lips, and stroking slowly back and forth, gently around my opening, teasing it. When I tried to push against his finger, wanting to feel it slide hard inside me, he reached up with his free hand and slapped my ass hard, reminding me that I was not in charge. I whimpered, my ass cheek now on fire from the repeated slaps, sure that there must be a red welt forming. Still he teased me with that one finger, and if I'd thought it couldn't get any worse, I was wrong. When his finger found my clit he passed over it very gently, making a large circle around it, but not concentrating any intense pleasure on the throbbing little bud itself. I could feel my pulse throbbing everywhere throughout my body; feel my pussy aching for release that this man wouldn't give me. I let out a groan of frustration; my face pressed against the counter still, and was suddenly rewarded when he pinched my clit hard. It was a sharp, intense pleasure, almost painful, and it did turn painful when he twisted it, then, just as quickly he released it and stroked it with his finger tip, almost making me cum. He stopped just before I could, and he laughed.

"Soon, little girl," he promised me, as he slid his finger into my pussy in one quick motion. I could feel myself clenching at his finger, my pussy literally begging him not to take it out, but of course he did. He immediately replaced it though, with two fingers, which forced my tight cunt to stretch a bit to accommodate them. I let out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of being filled, finally, and pushed against his fingers eagerly as he twisted them inside me. He quickly found my gspot and stroked it hard, making my knees shake, and my hands grip at the counter against the intense pleasure that none of my boyfriends had ever mastered the art of supplying. His fingers felt so good that I almost didn't feel his tongue at first, as he licked around his fingers, teasing the opening, then sucking on my pussy lips. Then he licked forward and when his tongue found my clit I let out a loud moan that I just couldn't contain. "Mmm, you like that girl?" he asked as he tongued my clit, then sucked it hard between his lips. When his teeth grazed it I felt myself buck against his face, could feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. 

"I need to...I'm gonna..." my voice trailed off as I felt my orgasm approaching, but suddenly he stopped everything, his fingers motionless inside me, his face just inches from my pussy.

"No, you're not," he said, refusing to give me any more attention for over a minute, making me want to cry with disappointment. "I'm going to let you cum like this," he said calmly, "but not until I'm ready. Understand?" He was talking to me from his spot beneath me, and feeling like I couldn't take it anymore I tried to grind against his fingers that were still buried inside me. Instantly there was a hard slap on my ass as he stood up. He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled me away from the counter, his fingers on his other hand still in deep in my aching pussy. "Now you're not going to get anymore attention until you swallow my cock again," he ordered, and with that, he jerked me down to my knees, and forward, and forced his whole cock into my throat in one hard fast motion, while he took his fingers from my pussy, leaving it feeling completely empty. He held the back of my head with both hands and fucked my mouth like nobody ever had before, pulling almost all the way out on each stroke, then thrusting back in, until the head slammed into the back of my throat. The feeling of complete submission overtook me as he did this, and made me just as hot as everything else he'd done. Feeling desperate for release, I reached down and played with my own clit, stroking it, while he fucked my mouth. He noticed, and I felt him thicken and jerk in the back of my throat. "Mmmm, that's right, play with yourself while you blow me," he groaned, "But don't you dare fucking cum, got it?" To obey him, I had to slow down on my clit, touching it gently, and circling it slowly, the way he had done earlier to tease me. Even then, the pleasure of my touch combined with the feeling of him using my mouth was almost too much. A few moments later though, he withdrew, his cock rock hard and huge.




At the Laundry Mat



He pulled me up again, and pushed me back into the same position, bent over the counter. "Now if I play with you," he asked me, "You're not going to try to cum, are you? Not until I say so, right?" I promised I wouldn't, desperate to feel his touch again, trusting that he would eventually let me cum. He returned to kneeling between my legs, and he started licking me, sucking on my clit gently, then stroking his tongue along the opening of my now drenched pussy. He licked back up to my clit, then back down, this time passing my pussy and licking all the way back to my asshole. I let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure, having never had anyone touch, let alone lick my ass before. Back and forth he licked, over and over, and each time he hit my clit or asshole with his tongue my whole body shook with a jolt of pleasure. He worked diligently on my clit for a few moments, and eased his two fingers back into my pussy, which I immediately pushed back against, but not in an attempt to cum, as I knew that would only get me into trouble. Instead I just ground against them, enjoying the pressure on my gspot, while he licked and sucked my clit. I was surprised when suddenly I felt a pressure and a tickle against my asshole, and realized that he was stroking it with his finger tip. 

"Nobody's ever - " I started to object, but he chose that moment to suck on my clit, hard, and I said no more. He continued licking and sucking, alternating between the two, while stroking in and out of my pussy with his two fingers. He slid a third finger into me, and I groaned, gripping the table, feeling stretched more than I ever had in my life. "You almost ready to cum, pretty girl?" he asked me, immediately flicking my clit with his tongue after speaking. Suddenly he started stroking my gspot harder, pressing his fingers against it and letting me grind on them hard, while licking my clit furiously. He grazed his teeth across it, and then sucked hard, and as my body filled with incredible pleasure he slowly pushed the finger from his other hand deep into my ass. I'd almost forgotten it was there, and suddenly feeling it sliding into me, into a place where nobody had ever touched, was almost more than I could bear. He pulled it out slowly, eliciting a whole new series of sensations, and causing me to whimper when it was gone. Then he slammed it back in hard, and suddenly he was fucking my ass with his finger while he sucked hard on my clit and stroked my gspot with the fingers of the other hand. I couldn't take it anymore and my body started to shake and tremble. "That's it, good girl," he coaxed, "it's time to cum now, all over my hand and my face...a nice hard cum..." and with that he bit and sucked on my clit even harder, seemed to push his fingers even deeper, and my whole body clenched. I could feel my pussy and ass clamping around his fingers, could feel myself flooding this guy with my juice, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life, and as I came down from it, I realized I was using the counter to support myself.

He stood, and bent over the counter next to me. He grinned at me, and I smiled back. Without warning, he pulled my face to his and kissed me, deep, our tongues colliding. I could taste my own cum on his lips and tongue, and although I had just had an incredible orgasm, I could feel myself responding to this kiss from this stranger, and already wanting more again. He had taken off his shirt at some point, and now he pulled me to him, my tits grazing his chest; I could feel his muscles against me. I arched back, pressing my hips to his, feeling his cock, still hard and huge, pressing against my pelvis, just a little above my pussy. "That was incredible," I whispered, looking up at him in awe.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said grinning, "But I hope you realize that we're not done...I haven't even given you what you wanted yet." With that, he turned me back around, and pressed me back down over the counter. He slapped my ass again, this time the other cheek, and held my back down with his hand while he repeated the spanking several times. "Can't have one cheek all red and sore and the other perfectly white," he said laughing a little, before spanking me again, causing me to whimper. "Don't even try to tell me you don't like this, girl," he said, his voice gruff again, like it had been earlier. "After every slap your ass jumps back towards my hand like it's craving another one, see?" And with that he whacked it again, and indeed, I felt my ass jump off the table, trying to push back into his hand. I blushed, embarrassed, causing him to laugh. "It's ok kid," he said, "to like pain. And I can tell you do...you liked me biting you, pinching your nipples, using my teeth on your clit..." his voice trailed off and I felt incredibly embarrassed. He came up close behind me, his dick pressing against my ass as he bent over me, conspiratorially. "It's good that you like it to hurt a little..." he said quietly in my ear, "Because I think we both know that when I fuck you, in a just minute, it's definitely going to hurt..." His voice trailed off and I felt a thrill run up my spine. He backed up a little, and spread my legs open wider, as he held me bent over the counter still. Instead of fucking me right then though, he spanked me again, right in the middle of my ass, making both of my cheeks throb and sting, making me buck against the table. He slapped me again and again, each time his hand seeming to make contact a little lower, until suddenly, one of his slaps struck me half on the ass, half on my pussy. It made me jump and yelp, even more so when he did it again. Each time his hand made contact with my pussy though, despite the sting, I could feel myself getting wetter and hornier. Without even realizing what I was doing, I was suddenly begging for his cock, spreading my legs wider to allow him more access to my pussy for each slap, willing to do anything that would get him to fuck me sooner.

And I was rewarded. The spanking stopped and he moved in closer, my legs still spread wide, and my ass presented to him as I stood bent over the counter. "Reach back and open yourself up for me, if you want me to fuck you good and hard," he ordered, and immediately I did as I was told, reaching back and pulling my pussy open for him. "Good girl," he said, as he slowly slid half of his cock into me. My eyes widened as I felt myself stretching, much wider than I had for his three fingers. I'd been preparing for it to hurt, but not like that. It was so tight, it hurt worse than the first time I'd ever had sex. 

"Please go slow," I begged him, but he did just the opposite, pulling out and pushing half of his thick cock back in quickly. 

"You never said anything about wanting it slow, honey," he said, as he pulled all the way out again and just teased the opening of my pussy with the head of his cock for a moment. He pushed in the head, making me stretch around the thickest part of the ridge, letting me adjust to it, then pulling it back out, making me stretch around it again. He did this over and over, sometimes slow, and sometimes fast, until slowly the pain started to dissipate as my pussy began to crave more than just the head. The next time he pushed the head in, I pushed back against him, making him give me just a little more. I caught him off guard and managed to get a couple of satisfying inches, but then he held back the rest. "I thought you wanted me to go slow now," he teased. "You're just never satisfied are you?" Before I could answer he pushed back into me, this time hard and fast, slamming his entire cock deep into my pussy. 

"Fuck!" I screamed into my arm, muffling the sound as I felt myself being stretched in every direction around his massive pole. He leaned over and kissed my neck, sucking, as he'd done earlier. He kissed down to my shoulder, while he pulled slowly out, then bit hard as he slammed back in. The duel sensations of pain, tinged with pleasure made me incredibly wet again, and I couldn't help but push back against him, grinding into his thick cock. He reached around with one hand and started stroking my clit hard, while he continued to pull his cock all the way out and force it back in deep, but now I was pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, loving the feeling of being impaled with each stroke. With his free hand he grabbed my hair in his fist, forcing me to arch back with each thrust, especially when I tried to push my ass back to meet his stroke, making me take him even deeper still. 

Suddenly he slid in deep all the way, and ground hard against me, and didn't pull away. He bent over me from behind like he'd done earlier. "You're loving that thick cock fucking you're cunt, aren't you?" he groaned against my ear. I nodded yes, grinding my ass back against him, craving more. "You ready to take it in that tight little ass of yours, girl?" he asked me, and I felt myself tighten around him in both excitement and terror. The only thing I'd ever had in my ass was his finger, and that was tight. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have his cock there, how badly it would hurt. On the other hand, having his finger there earlier had given me the most incredible orgasm of my life. "It doesn't really matter if you're ready or not," he said when I didn't answer him, as he slowly pulled away and withdrew his cock. "Because I'm ready, so you're going to take it." 

With that being said, he pulled me away from the counter and turned me around. "I figure you must be getting sick of that position," he said laughing, "and although I know you said you wanted to be bent over and fucked hard, I think you'll like this just as much." He took my hand and brought me over to another counter, on the other side of the laundry mat, one that was slightly lower than the first. Immediately he picked me up and set me down onto it, so I was sitting on the edge. I couldn't help but notice that I was almost perfectly lined up with his cock at this height. "Now lay back," he ordered, and he guided me backwards firmly, until I was laying down, flat on my back. "Pull your legs up and hold onto them, otherwise I'll have to find something in your laundry to tie them up with, got it, girl?"

Obediently, I pulled my legs up, spread, and held my knees tightly, feeling incredibly exposed and open in the position. I could feel the cool air on my pussy and my asshole, and started to feel very nervous about taking his dick in my ass. Just as I was about to lower my legs and object, I felt his fingers running carefully over my pussy, stroking and teasing my clit, then slipping slowly into my pussy. I was surprised, since I'd been expecting something entirely different, but didn't complain when he started pumping in and out of my pussy with two fingers. At this angle he could finger me nice and deep, and he managed to hit my gspot with every stroke. In less than a minute I was groaning and writhing on the table, and could feel my wetness flooding my pussy, overflowing it and running between my ass cheeks. Suddenly I felt my pussy stretching again, and realized that he had quickly replaced his fingers with his cock once again, but at that moment it felt so good that I could barely remember how badly it had hurt earlier. I lifted my hips eagerly, pushing into his cock, silently begging for more, and at that exact moment, as he thrust in all the way, he also slid two fingers deep into my ass. By that time it was soaking wet from all of my juice, so his fingers went in relatively easily, surprising me as I could feel myself being stuffed even fuller than before. He fingered my ass for a few minutes while pounding my pussy with his dick, and ordered me to reach down and play with my own clit for him. "I want to see you play with that little clit of yours while I fuck you," he instructed, "I want to feel you clench around me each time your finger hits is." I was more than happy to oblige him, and did, stroking my clit slowly and enjoying the feeling of being fucked in both holes at the same time. 

Without warning he pulled his cock from my pussy, leaving me feeling very empty. I let out a whimper, and a second later he pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me feeling emptier still. Before I could protest that though, I felt him quickly press the head of his cock against my ass and push, forcing me to open around the head of his cock. It hurt, a lot more than I expected, and I started begging him to stop, that it hurt too much, that I wasn't ready. "Just play with your clit, little girl, keep making that feel nice, because I'm going to fuck your ass, and you're gonna end up loving it," he said to me, as he pushed his cock a little deeper. I tried to obey his instructions, and focused on pleasuring my clit, but I couldn't ignore that my ass was stretching painfully wider and wider around his giant dick. As he pushed in a little deeper he slid one finger into my pussy and easily found my gspot yet again, stroking it slowly. This pleasure helped me to relax almost instantly, and made it easier for him to ease more of his cock into my tight ass. 

He'd been inching in deeper and deeper, when suddenly I realized that although it didn't feel good yet, my ass didn't really hurt anymore. Each time he moved the sensation was intense, still stretched tight, but it was starting to tingle and feel a little better. Suddenly he leaned forward on me, and pulled me up a little, impaling my ass as he leaned in. I let out a groan of pain, but when I looked down and saw his cock, buried completely in my ass, the groan of pain turned to a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure. "You like seeing that big cock all the way up your tight little ass, girl?" he asked me, while he kept fingering me. I was stroking my clit hard now and grinding against his finger, which also made me press harder against his cock. I nodded, and he pulled himself out slowly, almost all the way out, until just the head was still partially inside. He watched me, while I watched his cock slowly slide all the way back inside my ass, inch by inch. The sight of it seemed to flip a switch in my head, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I suddenly wanted to feel him fuck me there. 

I lay back flat again, and pulled my legs up higher, spreading them even wider. "Fuck my ass with that cock," I begged him, the first time I'd really specified what I wanted. "Please...pound my ass with it, like you did to my pussy earlier." He looked down at me as he started to pull out again and then slide back in, with a little more speed this time. 

"And what about your little cunt, hmm? What should I do with that...?" he asked, and even as he questioned me he gave it a slap as he had earlier, only this time his hand made complete stinging contact with my pussy lips and my clit. I moaned and pushed up against him, against the hand he had spanked me with and against the cock he was using to fuck my ass. 

"Spank it, fuck it with your fingers, anything, please..."I was begging loud now, bucking against him, "Just do it hard, make it hurt like before, make me cum hard because it feels so good and it hurts so bad, pleeeease..."

He smiled his devilish smile and slammed his cock into my ass, and just as he buried it completely to the hilt he slapped my pussy again, harder this time. The he stroked my clit hard as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, before slamming it back in and slapping my pussy again. He repeated this over and over, spanking my pussy hard as he fucked my ass, then stroking my clit as he pulled away. At some point my hand had fallen away from my clit, but when he stopped spanking me and told me to play with myself again, I obeyed. Then, as he fucked my ass hard, he slipped first two, then almost immediately three fingers deep into my pussy, finger fucking me in rhythm with his cock in my ass. 

"You like being fucked in both holes, don't you, girl?" he asked, gazing down at me with that grin. "I bet you're imagining two big cocks right now aren't you, one in your wet little pussy, and another in that tight little ass..." His voice trailed off as he fucked me harder, and I stroked my clit hard, occasionally pinching it as he had done, intensifying the pleasure. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, when suddenly he managed to slide another finger deep into my pussy with the first three, stretching me out even more, making my pussy and ass feel tighter than I ever thought possible. All at once he pushed in deep with his cock and his fingers, forcing me to grind on both of them. I couldn't take anymore, with one final pinch of my clit I started cumming, tightening around his fingers and cock, and almost instantly I could feel his cock thicken and jerk deep in my ass, and I knew he was cumming deep inside my ass. That thought seemed to only make me cum harder, and my body shook and trembled on the counter, ground as tightly against him as I could possibly get. Even after he finished, and was slowly easing his cock out of my ass, I could feel little aftershock spasms jerking my body, making my pussy clench around his retreating fingers. 

As I sat up I realized I was dizzy, and I grinned sheepishly as he helped me down from the counter. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and cleaned up, and when I came out, he went in. I switched my clothes into the dryer, and tried to wrap my head around what I had just done. My thoughts were broken by his voice when he returned from the bathroom.

"Feel better?" he asked me, smiling, and I couldn't help but laugh when I nodded. 

"Yes, I think that was exactly what I needed," I smiled, a little embarrassed, but feeling genuinely better.

He walked over to the dryer where his clothes were and loaded them into a basket nearby. I couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been done for, while we'd been busy doing other activities.

"I should probably get going..." he said, his basket of clean laundry in his hand. He looked away for a minute, then back at me. "But, well, just so you know, I always do my laundry at this time on Friday nights...." For a brief second he looked unsure of himself, something that shocked me since he had taken such control earlier. "So, you know, maybe we'll see each other again." He grinned, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised...it's nice doing laundry at this time of night." I grinned back at him, and waved as he walked out the door. Then I grabbed my notepad from my bag and started writing down the encounter, wanting to share it. And even as I wrote about it, I could feel myself getting wet again as I relived the evening, and even wetter as I wondered at all the things that could happen next time.