0 comments/ 231874 views/ 46 favorites The Swimming Hole By: wyo_girl Cydney Greene was surprised when she rode over the ridge and saw the rocks and trees she had been using as a landmark all week were actually sheltering a beautiful pond made by the spreading of the creek as it pooled in a low spot before moving on down the valley. That surprise was nothing compared to the shock that rippled through her when she realized the secluded spot was not uninhabited. Lying naked on the grass under the shade of a tree was Ben Gilliam, the son of the landowner who had given her permission to ride across his land on her way to the upper pasture her family owned. Cutting across the Gilliam's land on her way to fix fences up there saved her thirty minutes of riding each morning and evening as Ben's father had pointed out when he heard she planned to spend the week out there. The repairs were finished earlier than she'd expected so she had allowed her curiosity to dictate her moves and rode over to the trees that appeared to be growing in the middle of no where. Cydney tipped her hat back and leaned on the saddle-horn as she looked around the area and back at the sleeping figure lying vulnerable and exposed on the ground. Her eyes were drawn to him leaving her only dimly aware of dismounting and tying her horse out to graze. She stepped closer to Ben and her shadow fell across him as she looked at all 6' of nakedness. His blond hair was slightly damp leading her to conclude he'd been skinny dipping prior to taking a nap. Her eyes skimmed over the features of his face from his chiseled nose to the angle of his jaw, softened and innocent in sleep. His chest was mostly hairless and she noted with interest that his tan was only slightly lighter at his waist and hips. Obviously he had spent some time sunbathing nude. Her eyes traveled down the arrow of hair at his navel and she stared long and hard at his cock and balls nestled in the dark curls of pubic hair. She had never seen a naked man before other than in pictures and drawings from health class. Seeing him like this excited her and she could feel her body tightening as she looked at him. She forced herself to look away and glanced quickly around the clearing that surrounded them. There was no one else within miles of them. Her eyes swept over him again. Her fantasies had centered on him for the past few months and she could feel that familiar tingle beginning. It usually only swept over her at night when she was in bed alone dreaming of being held against him, of being kissed by him. She always awoke restless and achy from those dreams with only her own fingers to bring her the relief her body craved. She could feel herself getting wet and looking down at herself, she wasn't surprised to see the bumps in her shirt caused by her nipples, tight, hot, and eager for his touch. "Get a hold of yourself," she mentally chastised herself. "One look at him naked and you're breathing like you've just run a marathon. What if he wakes up and catches you?" she continued scolding herself. Her whole body felt hot and it wasn't the temperature of the day. Deciding she could take a swim to cool off and be gone before he woke up, she propped her hip on the outcropping of rocks and bent over to remove her boots. She nearly groaned aloud as she wriggled her toes inside her socks. She quickly flipped her braid over her shoulder and unbuttoned her blouse. She removed her jeans without making a sound. Risking one more peek at the sleeping figure she dropped her panties and bra on top of the mound of clothing on the rock. She had no idea how lovely she was or how sexy she looked silhouetted against the sky with her breasts jutting out, the flatness of her stomach giving way to the slight rise of her woman's mound, and her long, sleek legs tapering down from the tautness of her butt. The man sleeping on the ground had no idea the picture of perfection she made as she walked out into the shallows and lowered herself into the cool water. As she submerged herself, her long, dark hair held tight in the braid, floated out behind her on the surface of the water. Cydney splashed water up onto her face then stood up and flipped her wet bangs back before she started a slow crawl across the water. When she reached the other side she turned and began a backstroke toward the rock. Stopping only to admire the scenery, she continued to swim back and forth across the small expanse of water completely oblivious to the fact that her sleeping companion was no longer asleep. Ben knew he'd only been sleeping for a few minutes when he felt the tickle of a fly walking up his chest. He brushed it away as his hand passed over it to push against the erection he had sprouted upon wakening. If Cydney had been watching she'd have gotten an eyeful seeing all 8" of rock hard cock pointing at the sky. Ben sat up and glanced out over the swimming hole. He got his own surprise when he saw Cydney's head pop up behind the rock. She was swimming toward the other bank and her back was to him but Ben knew who she was. He could feel himself getting harder as the object of his most recent fantasies continued her swim. Ben couldn't believe his luck as he stood up slowly and moved into the water with her. He fully planned to give her the chance to leave if she wanted it but he had to at least find out if she was interested in anything besides swimming first. He couldn't remember the number of times he had gotten off imagining her naked with him. Cydney was shy and although they spoke to each other and she seemed friendly, he hadn't gotten up the nerve to actually ask her out or even ask if he could give her a ride someplace. He had thought about it and it seemed like offering her a ride would be the perfect opening, but so far, no opportunity to do it had presented itself. A little devil inside him said she wouldn't have taken the risk of stripping and swimming near him if she hadn't at least thought about what might happen if he woke up. She was standing near the rocks checking the band around her hair when he spoke. "I didn't know we had a mermaid in this swimming hole." Cydney froze. Two thoughts popped into her head at once. If Ben was in the water with her he must still be naked and the husky timbre of his voice suggested he was as aroused as she'd gotten while watching him sleep. She blushed and dropped her hands to her sides. Ben lifted his hand and reached out to stroke her arm with the tip of one finger. Her skin was soft and he watched as a shiver ran up her spine. "Are you cold?" he asked. "No." Cydney knew the breathy sound of her voice gave her away. She cleared her throat and said it more forcefully. Ben's hand dropped from her arm and Cydney felt his hands come to rest at her waist, one on either side, not moving, just resting there. She held her breath as she felt the water moving between them as Ben stepped closer behind her. He was careful to keep some distance between them even though his cock was aching to rub against the firm butt he could see below the surface of the water. He didn't want her to feel his erection unless she was interested in the same thing he was. His voice dropped even lower, barely above a whisper as his head moved closer to her ear. "Did you watch me sleeping when you got here?" He placed a kiss on her damp shoulder and nuzzled her neck. "Did you like what you saw?" he asked huskily before he gently bit the side of her neck. Cydney's head dropped back against his shoulder and she couldn't stop the breathy little moan that escaped when he bit her. Her breasts grew heavy, the nipples getting firm and achy. She felt her body tightening below the water and she turned a little towards him and arched her neck in invitation to him to do it again. Ben's mouth opened again and she felt his teeth scraping against the cord in her neck over and over as she continued to moan. Her body grew hot and she longed to reach down and pull his hands up onto her breasts. Ben couldn't believe what was happening. He had hoped she might be interested in him but he sure hadn't expected to do something so right the first time he tried. He looked down at her and saw her nipples were tight little beads. Slowly he skimmed his hands up her waist and gently cupped the mounds. He moved closer and felt more than heard Cydney's gasp as the head of his cock pressed against the cheeks of her butt. He couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his own mouth. To finally touch her the way he had wanted to, to feel something touch his cock besides his own hand, it was heaven and hell all rolled into one. He moved again and pressed himself flush against her back. For Cydney the feel of him against her was every bit as delicious as she had dreamed it would be. She looked down at his hands on her breasts and watched as his thumbs brushed against the erect nipples. Her palms opened and she pressed them flat against her outer thighs. They itched to touch him but she didn't want to turn around. He felt so good against her back. He pulled back a tiny bit and then she felt him thrust his hips against her butt again. Oh God, that felt even better. Her hands slipped back and she pressed them against his thighs as he thrust again. Ben didn't know how many times he could do that again. It felt wonderful and her hands were kind of gripping his thighs as he pushed his cock against the crack of her ass. He could hear her moaning a little and he knew he was too. The water kept the thrusts from being very forceful but he hadn't cum in a couple of days so just the little motions they were making were enough to make him throb with the need for release. He moved his hands down to her ribs and began to back them up into the shallower water. His intention was for them to lean against the rocks and for him to calm down a little before he ended up cumming when he wasn't ready. Cydney didn't know where he was going but she knew she wasn't ready to stop playing. When she felt Ben move back she thought he was leaving. She turned toward him and her eyes dropped to his crotch. What had been soft in sleep was now long and hard. It stuck straight out towards her. As she watched, it rose up toward her leaving no doubt that he was a fully aroused male. She was transfixed by the sight and her hand reached out to touch it. She brought her palm up under it and let the weight of it rest there for a moment. She could feel it pulse against her hand and her fingers closed around it. Ben gave a deep groan and thrust himself forward in the ring her fingers made. "Oh God, Cydney," he moaned. His own hand circled hers showing her how to hold him, how to let him slide against her hand as he thrust his hips forward and back. "Oh God," he groaned again and Cydney felt him swell even more. She was staring at him like she'd never seen anything like it in her life. He wanted to pull away but her fascination with his cock was his undoing. He couldn't have stopped her from touching him if his life had depended on it. The head was an angry reddish color and she could feel the vein underneath swelling. The hole at the tip seemed to expand and a huge gush of milky, white cum shot out and landed on her hip and lower stomach. Ben's hand kept moving hers as more and more cum shot out onto her and the water. It was incredible to watch and Cydney was completely mesmerized. She stood there and continued to stroke him as the milky evidence disappeared beneath the surface of the water. When Ben let go of her hand, she was reluctant to release him. She felt such a wonderful high, such a feeling of power knowing she had brought him to that point that she didn't want it to end. She looked up into his face and smiled shyly at him. Ben grinned back at her and reached out to pull her against him. He could feel the slickness of his cum on her thigh so he reached down and splashed some water up on them. He cupped some water in his hands and used it to wash her off. "Sorry about that," he said. "I didn't plan to do that quite so soon," he shrugged as he looked into her brown eyes to see if she was disgusted by it. She smiled back so Ben pulled her into his arms again. He leaned back against the rocks and held her close. "I guess you know that it sometimes doesn't take much for us guys to get hard." Cydney nodded her head against him. Now that it was over, she was feeling a little embarrassed about how she had stared at him and touched him. She was glad he was holding her so he couldn't see her face. She had heard her girlfriends talk about having sex with their boyfriends so she knew that sex was over once the guy climaxes. Unfortunately, her body didn't want it to be over. It still felt hot and needy. She was still wet and very conscious of the feel of his chest against her breasts and his legs against hers. "I don't want that to be all there is to this," he continued. "I'm not that selfish." He waited but Cydney didn't lift her head or say anything. Ben tipped his head back and put a finger under her chin. He lifted her head and watched Cydney open her eyes. She looked as uncertain as he felt. "Hey, did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?" he asked. He watched her face as she smiled at him. Slowly he bent down and put his lips against hers. Their first kiss was an exploration, lips soft against each other, Cydney's head lifting to press closer to him. The second kiss was firmer, more demanding as Ben pulled her up against his body. Their mouths opened and they tasted each other, tongues rubbing against each other, lips pressing firmly against the other. The kiss went on and on as Ben began rubbing his hands up and down her naked back. Cydney loved the feel of Ben against her. She wanted the kiss to go on and on. She had been kissed before but they paled in comparison to this one. No one had ever held her this way or touched her the way he was touching her while his tongue licked against hers. She reached up and pulled his head tighter against her. Her other hand held onto his shoulder as her body strained to get closer to his. As they moved against each other she felt something brushing her thigh. She knew it was his cock and she couldn't help the slight turn of her hips that put her in line with it. Her body wanted more and it didn't matter how much her mind tried to remind her of what her girlfriends had said. Ben felt her movement and knew in that moment that he wanted to bring her the same kind of pleasure he'd felt when she jacked him off. He ran his hands down her back and over her butt. He gripped her cheeks in his hands and pulled her against him. Still kissing her, he ground his hips against her even though his cock was only semi-hard. When he stepped back and her hands dropped, he took them in his. "Come on," he said. Turning he walked out of the water pulling her along behind him. He spread out the towel he had been lying on earlier and pulled her down beside him on it. As she sat down he pushed her backwards so she was lying flat on her back. He lowered his head and used his lips to rub hers apart before kissing her deeply. He felt her hands come up over his back as she pulled him closer. He slid one of his legs in between hers and up against her mound. He heard the soft hitch of her breath as he pressed his thigh firmly against her. Cydney felt the pressure of his thigh against the softness that was already wet for him. She could feel how slick she was as her pussy lips slipped against each other with the feel of his hard muscles against them. She wanted so badly to rub herself against him that she couldn't think of anything else, not the hard ground against her back, the sun shining down on them, or the idea that someone could ride up and see them. She felt one hand slide down her side and back up again to cup her breast. The nipple was already pearled tightly when he brushed it with his thumb. She broke the kiss to gasp at the exquisite feel of his fingertips plucking at the tight bud. Ben looked down and watched his hand against the whiteness of her breast. It was an erotic sight and he felt his cock respond against Cydney's hip. He knew she felt it too and his eyes were as hot as hers when he looked into her face. He looked back at his cupped fingers and pressed them around either side of the plumpness in his hand. It forced the nipple up and he reached for it with his lips. His mouth finally closed over it and he felt his cock give another jump at the feel of the tight little nub against his tongue. He alternated sucking on it and teasing the tip with his tongue. Cydney moved restlessly against him, pulling him down closer to her breast and finally giving in to the urge to rub her pussy against his thigh. "Oh God," she thought as her clit responded to the feel of the hardness against it. Her hips moved again and she found herself unashamedly rubbing herself again and again on his thigh. Her outer lips finally separated and she could feel the hair-roughened thigh actually rubbing against the wet, swollen folds of her pussy. It felt so good but it just wasn't enough. Her fingers itched with the need to reach down and bring herself some relief. Ben drew back and looked into her face. He could see the need there and hear her whimpers as she rubbed herself against his leg. "Show me where to touch you," he pleaded. "Please? Show me where you touch yourself," he begged as his hand slid down her body. He pulled his leg back and pressed the heel of his hand against her clit so his fingers were covering her hole. He pushed and heard her groan. "Here?" he asked as his fingertips slipped into the wet warmth. He rolled onto his side so he could reach her more easily. Cydney was completely powerless to do anything but respond. She had long since passed the point where she could stop. Her body cried out for relief and if Ben wanted to help give it to her, she was more than willing. She pulled his hand up and used two of her fingers to spread her lips apart. She watched Ben's face as he saw the swollen clit and wet hole that were in such need of attention. She felt his cock jerk against her and knew he was as hard as he'd been earlier, completely destroying the image her girlfriends had given her of a man's ability to regenerate after an orgasm. Ben's cock was hard as a rock again. He wanted nothing more than to bury his rod in the pinkness of the wet pussy that glistened in the sun. He saw the hard nub of her clit and brushed his thumb across it much as he'd done her nipple earlier. The groan he heard Cydney make told him that was where he needed to touch her. He brushed his thumb across it again and she groaned again. "Oh God, Ben," she moaned when he increased the speed of his thumb's movement. "Yes, faster," she begged. She continued to hold her pussy lips apart as her body spiraled up toward orgasm. Ben dipped one finger into the hole that seemed to need filled. He then brushed the moisture across her swollen clit enabling his thumb to move even faster across it. He pinched it a little between his finger and thumb and her back arched up off the towel. "Yes," she cried out. "Don't stop," she moaned at the sky as she strained toward his hand. Ben flicked the end of it with his finger, fascinated by the moans and cries she was making as he played with her clit. He got the feeling she was about to cum and he suddenly felt the need to taste her. He pushed her hand away so he could hold her open and still rub her clit with his fingertip. He used his other hand to hold her lips apart lower down and licked her from her hole up to his rapidly moving finger. He felt Cydney's hand on the back of his head, gripping his hair. Knowing she had to be close, he pressed his tongue against her and let the tip of it slide into the hot, wet hole just as she cried out again. "Yes, Ben," she cried, powerless to stop herself from holding his head against her as her orgasm tore through her. She arched up, her heels digging into the ground and felt the spasms going on and on. She knew he was still licking her, and he continued to rub her clit as her body shook with the force of her climax. The shudders continued as her pussy clenched on his tongue and her cum leaked out to be lapped up by him. Her hips kept humping up against his face as each little shiver tightened her pussy hole on the tongue that alternated licking and filling her. Slowly she sank back against the towel as the tension drained out of her. She could feel the movements of his fingers getting slower as her climax waned. Finally she released his head and let her arm flop back across her eyes. Now that it was over, she was acutely embarrassed and afraid to even look at him. The Swimming Hole It was too hot to climb. We had gotten up early in the morning, and done a couple routes. There were three of us: Steph, Anna, and Me. Climbing as a trio was a little slow, but it was a lot of fun; and it was doubly fun because it was just us girls. It was late morning, and the sun was beating down on the cliff. It must have already been up in the 90s, and it was humid. We were all sweating. It was time to stop, to rehydrate, to go for a swim and take a nap until the afternoon heat started to recede. We packed up our ropes and gear, and headed up the carriage road toward our secret swimming hole. I had met Steph at work. She was beautiful. If I had been interested in women, she would have been it: slim but not skinny; bright blue eyes and long blonde hair; intelligent and funny and outgoing. And a really nice person. We had been working together for six months before we realized that we both climbed in the Shawanagunk Mountains. All spring, we had been climbing together almost every nice weekend. Anna was a friend of Steph’s. She was new to climbing; Steph knew her from the gym. She was a fun, sunny person, with short dark hair, big brown eyes, freckles, and a cute smile that always seemed to light up her face. She was in really good shape, and was quickly becoming a strong climber. It was a mile or so to walk to our swimming hole. I don’t know if it really is a secret, but I’ve never seen anyone else there in the two years since I discovered it. As we walked, Anna and Steph talked and laughed, discussing the morning’s adventures, politics, and the cute boys we had seen at the cliff. I preferred to walk in silence, listening and occasionally adding my two cents worth, but mostly thinking and remembering. I have never been accused of having a bubbly personality. After the long walk in the hot sun, jumping into the cold mountain water was going to be an intense pleasure. We all looked forward to it with trepidation. Our pool was well away from the trail, a rocky shelf hidden in the woods. The stream ran through a natural fissure in the rock, splashed down a small waterfall, and formed a deep pool before flowing off into the forest. The water, even in the heat of summer, was icy cold. We stripped down to our underwear. Anna peeled off her sports bra, setting her large, full breasts free. I had to admit, she had a really nice pair of tits. I’ve always been rather glad that mine are no more than a mouthful; but Anna’s almost made me jealous: large and round and firm, maybe a 36C; with large brown areola. She seemed totally unselfconscious about being topless. On impulse, I joined her, pulling off my top and baring my own breasts. “Wow! That looks really nice!” said Anna “But didn’t it hurt?” (I got my nipples pierced last year, my present to myself for my 25th birthday. I wear 10 gauge steel rings. Most people don’t know that about me.) “Yes it hurt” I said and grinned “It hurt a lot.” Steph unsnapped her own bra. Her boobs were nice too, bigger than mine, smaller than Anna’s. Perky, and upturned. I caught myself checking my friends out, comparing their busts. Meanwhile, we were arguing about who was going to jump in first. Of course, we ended up jumping in all at the same time, holding hands and giggling like school girls. The water was shockingly cold, but it felt great. We played and splashed and swam for a while, jumping in again and again. I took a break after a while, climbing dripping onto the sunny rock. I spread out my towel next to my pack, and let the sun caress my body. It felt nice. The rustle of the leaves in the light breeze was soothing. My eyes closed and I relaxed, flirting with the edge of sleep. I’m not sure how long I napped, or if I actually fell asleep. I don’t know what woke me up, but I suddenly noticed that it was really quiet. I assumed that my friends had gotten tired of swimming too, and had joined me in sunbathing. Lazily, I turned my head and half opened my eyes. Anna and Steph were spread out on a towel, on the other side of the swimming hole. Steph was lying on her back, and Anna was straddling her, feeding Steph her ample breasts. Steph was suckling hungrily, her wet blonde hair splayed out on the rock as her mouth busily sucked on Anna’s tit. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had never had any clue that either of them might be bisexual. I wondered if this was the first time for them, or if they were secret lovers. I had never seen two girls have sex before; I had never seen anybody have sex before, not in person. I felt like a voyeur. I started to feel turned on. I wondered what it would be like to have Anna’s other large breast in my own mouth, to suck on her swollen nipple, cheek to cheek with my friend Steph. As I lay there watching through half closed eyes, Anna gave a quick glance in my direction, then, satisfied that I was still asleep, pulled off her black string bikini panties. Her dark pubic triangle contrasted sharply with her fair skin. Steph slid down between her thighs, and raised her mouth to Anna’s pussy. Over the babble of the stream, I could hear Anna’s soft sigh as Steph’s tongue explored her sex. I realized that I already had a finger inside my own panties, rubbing my clitoris as I watched Steph give Anna pleasure. Her head was thrown back, her back arched, her eyes shut. Steph had both hands on Anna’s beautiful, round ass, pulling her into her face. Anna’s large breasts shook as Steph tongued her. It was incredibly exciting to me. Ever since the attack four years ago, I hadn’t let another person touch me. But that didn’t mean that I didn’t touch myself. I masturbated to erotica, I masturbated to porn, I masturbated to cute boys, I masturbated to dark fantasies of rape and torture and control, and I had sometimes masturbated to the idea of having sex with a girl. But this was the first time that I found myself so totally aroused by the idea. I wished I could be there, on the other side of the stream, sharing in their pleasure. Steph stood up, and peeled off her own sheer white panties. I was amazed to see that her pussy was completely shaved, as bare as a baby’s. “What if she sees us?” I heard her whisper. I couldn’t hear Anna’s reply. Anna was kneeling in front of Steph. She spread Stephs’ puffy bare labia, stuck out her tongue, and gracefully licked the length of her pussy. Anna caressed her curly dark hair. I imagined that I could see her little pink clitoris poking out from between her folds. “Oh Anna” I heard Steph whisper “that feels so good.” They looked beautiful together, totally naked, totally absorbed in each others bodies, surrounded by nature. As I watched, they sank, entwined in each other, kissing deeply, onto their towel. I don’t remember consciously deciding, but I found myself getting up and walking toward them. Steph was lying on her back, her legs spread almost impossibly wide, her eyes shut, one hand caressing Anna’s hair. Anna was between Steph’s thighs, licking busily. They looked delicious together. I was close enough now that I could hear the little slurping sounds Anna made as she licked Steph; I could hear Stephanie’s labored breathing, see the sweat on her brow. Ever since the rape, I had chosen not to be touched, to be self contained. It had protected me, insulated me while I had time to heal. Now I knew that it was time for my celibacy to end. I dropped to my knees, and lowered my mouth to Steph’s heaving chest. My lips found her nipple and sucked it inside. It tasted of her, sweaty and sexy and nice. Her tit felt good in my mouth. I sucked deeply, taking her breast into my mouth, daring to nip her a little with my teeth. I heard her moan, and felt her hand grasp mine. Then she started coming, bucking and gasping and squeezing Anna’s face between her thighs as I sucked her tit. Stephanie was kissing me, attacking me with her tongue. Her breasts were squished against mine. She held me tight, and I kissed her back. It felt so good, such a release to be touched. I felt Anna’s hands on me, roaming over my body, touching me. I felt her pulling off my panties as Steph and I kissed. I found myself on my back on the towel. Anna was kneeling over me, feeding me one of her large breasts as she pulled and twisted my nipple rings. I felt Steph’s hot breath on my pussy, and then her tongue, tantalizingly exploring my sex. I moaned out loud, spreading my legs wide and offering myself to her mouth. Steph let one long finger slip into my dripping hole and brought her tongue to my throbbing clit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I sucked desperately on Anna’s breast as Steph licked me and finger fucked my pussy. It was heaven. I was so wet, it felt like a river was flowing from my pussy. Anna’s breast felt wonderful in my mouth. My clit was singing. But I couldn’t come. I was excited enough. I was riding a high plateau of pleasure. Steph’s tongue was doing amazing things to me, sensations I had never felt before, but I couldn’t surrender; I couldn’t give up control and let the orgasm happen. Without warning, Anna removed her breast from my hungry mouth, and straddled my face. Suddenly, I was up close and personal with Anna’s pussy. I had never been so close to another woman’s privates before. I had a second to appreciate how beautiful her pussy was, her wet, pouty labia, her neatly trimmed patch, her tiny clit, and her puckered asshole. I inhaled deeply, breathing her scent in. Then her pussy was on my mouth, my tongue was on her sex. Her taste was clean; salty and musky and sexy. I licked up and down her slippery folds, loving having her on me, trying to get my tongue as far as I could up her hole. She rubbed herself vigorously on my face. Meanwhile, Steph’s insistent tongue and fingers were driving me crazy. Anna got up on her knees, forcing me to crane my neck to keep my tongue on her pussy. She pulled her hood back, forcing her clit out, and started rubbing it vigorously with two fingers. Between her sweet, firm cheeks, her crinkled brown asshole winked invitingly. I let my tongue slip from her pussy, traverse her sensitive flesh, and probe up into the forbidden darkness of her ass. I hoped she wouldn’t mind, but even as I tentatively explored the crack of her ass, I felt her fingers up the tempo on her clit, and one hand reached back to spread her ass cheeks, giving me better access. I circled her tight little rosebud. She seemed to open up for me. Her ass tasted musky and sweet, incredibly sexual. I pressed my tongue against her anus, working the tip inside her. Her asshole seemed to swallow my tongue. Somewhere I was aware of her gasping my name out loud, frigging her clit like a mad thing. The orgasm that had been building up in my belly had sneaked up on me. Now it washed over me like a huge wave, twisting and tumbling me with its force. I was riding Steph’s face as I tongued Anna’s asshole. I was racked with pleasure. My body shook again and again. I felt like I was coming forever. Finally I was done. Anna was done. The three of us lay together, spent, naked and sweaty and sticky and happy. We kissed and giggled softly. We had sex again, slower and less urgent; with Anna and me teaming up on Steph; me licking her clit and Anna licking her ass, and both our fingers rubbing together deep in her hot and slippery cunt. We went for another swim, washing the sex smell and stickiness off. Finally, the sun started to get low, and the air began to cool off. It would be cool enough to climb again, and it would still be light for several hours. We got dressed and shouldered our packs, and headed back toward the cliff. The Swimming Hole Since the last encounter with Thomas, Kelli was impatiently waiting to find out the details of their next rendezvous. As she lay in bed, trying to drift off to sleep, her mind kept wondering to the old oak tree and the event that took place there. Her mind took her back to the feeling of having his powerful penis in her as she picked herself up and pushed herself down upon it. The feeling of his tongue rolling over her hard nipple and finally their combined orgasms flooded her mind. She couldn't take it anymore. She just had to have him. She pulled her nightshirt over her naked body and crept out of her bedroom window, in search of the man she wanted the most. As she got closer and closer to his home, she could feel the wetness dripping from her pussy, and knew it wouldn't be long. She peeked into his open window and found him lying naked, asleep on his bed. Without noise, she crawled into his bedroom; thinking of the many things she could do next. Before she could act upon any of her thoughts, he moaned her name in his sleep and his penis grew harder. At that moment she knew what she wanted to do. She crawled onto his bed, like a cat in the night. She licked her lips and in one slow motion, engulfed his penis with her mouth. She slowly encircled his penis with her tongue and began the slow up and down motion she knew he liked so well. Still fast asleep, he kept saying her name over and over and this only encouraged her to go faster. She could feel his penis throb and knew it wouldn't be much longer. She went faster and faster as she sucked him hard. Finally, he came like a dam bursting open. She kept sucking him into her mouth, taking every drop. Once he was done cumming, she swallowed hard and licked her lips clean. She slowed moved towards his mouth and gave him a soft, sweet kiss. Just as quietly as she crept into his room, she left. But not before leaving a message for him on his bedroom mirror. Three simply words, wrote in red paint, he had lying on his desk, "I love you." The next day, Kelli took off for the swimming hole in nothing but her bathing suit and a button up shirt. She knew she would see Thomas today, and just that thought kept her wet. As she got to the swimming hole, she could hear the noise of splashing water. Someone was already there. As she came around the corner, she was greeted by Thomas and his big smile. She wanted to see if he would bring up last night, so she didn't dare ask him about it. She dropped her shirt on the grass, near his, and jumped into the nice cool water. She swam into Thomas' arms and they embraced into another passionate kiss. When they broke she was surprised by water hitting her face. She knew it was a water fight and that he was going down. They play fought for awhile, and then the fight turned into who could get the other under the water. The wrestling was kind of sexually. It seemed like each of them was purposely grapping the other in spots where they knew would make the mind wonder. They twisted their bodies in and out of each others arms, like dancers in a fast tango. Kelli knew what she was doing when she would press her breast into Thomas' chest, so he could feel her hard nipples; or rub her ass against his rock hard penis as she would slip from his grip. They both knew what was on the others mind. Thomas decided to end the games and grabbed Kelli in his arms and went in for another kiss. This kiss was full of sex, and Thomas didn't want to waste any time. He led them over towards the rock wall and one end of the swimming hole. He slid his hands down her arms, taking the straps from her suit with him. She helped make this action easier by kicking it off and letting it float off, because she knew she wanted it as badly as he did. He lifted her up pressing her against the wall, and her legs wrapped around his body for balance. His right hand dipped into the water, headed for her wet pussy. As he slipped his fingers one by one, into the wetness, she pushed against him in a motion of desire. She dropped her legs, and decided that he needed to match her in their attire for the next event. She glided her hands down his glistening back finding the band of his shorts. She tugged them down past his knees, and he lifted each leg to let them fall off. She found his penis under the water and gave it a slow tug, up and down the shaft. He kissed her like never before. The heat between them was more than either of them could take. He picked her up and took her to the bank wall, and turned her around, pressing her breast on the grass. He entered her from behind, and she moaned in pleasure. He started off slowly, but then the urge was too powerful. He grabbed her shoulders and starting pounding into her. She was startled by the force he was fucking her with, but she didn't care. Her moans were the reassurance that he needed and he kept going. Her body was being stimulated in a new way and all she wanted him to do was go faster. She moaned in pleasure to go faster and to fuck her harder. She could feel his hands caress her breast, and pulling upon her hard nipple. She was getting closer and was hoping he was too. She stopped the motion that she was enjoying so much, because she wanted to have a little control over the situation. She jumped up onto the shore and motioned for him to join her. He lay upon the warm grass letting his penis spring up into the air. She lowered herself upon his waiting penis and as she slid down a moan came from them both. Thomas sat up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She rocked her body up and down, still slow at first. The feeling of climax was starting to boil from within and her tempo quickened, and Thomas bit her nipple hard. Faster and faster she moved, as she rode him to the edge of sanity. He gripped her ass as a wave washed over him as he came, and just at the right time. Kelli was bouncing up and down as her wave of pleasure exploded from deep inside of her. They both were exhausted, as they clasped into each others arms. The afternoon sun was beating down upon them, covering them like a warm blanket from the summer breeze. Thomas listened to Kelli's breathing slow down, and as soon as he thought she was asleep, he rolled her to her back. He thought it was time to repay her for the dream like climax he had received last night. He kneeled between her legs and opened them wide. He lay on his stomach, face close enough to her pussy to smell the sex that was coming from within. He flicked her pussy to get a response from her and that he did; she moaned loud, unaware of what was about to happen, but still fast asleep. Thomas followed her pussy lips from the bottom to the top, with his tongue. He retraced his path a few more times. By this time, Kelli's pussy was soaking wet. He darted his tongue in and out of her pussy and she started to moan louder. He quickened his pace, faster and faster. He decided to try something different and he entered his middle finger deep into her. After a few pumps, he added one more and then, finally, another. He was having fun licking and sucking her pussy; while he was pumping fast into her. And her moans proved that she liked it. He could feel her pussy walls begin to contract, and he knew she was getting close. He went faster and faster and her breathing followed suit. He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and this drew her over the edge. She came harder than ever before as she arched her back in pleasure. He tried to drink up all of her juices, but there was just too much. After she stopped climaxing, he moved to hold her again. He whispered into her ear, "Thank you for my dream last night." As she drifted back off to sleep she whispered, "You are welcome, and next time bring the rope." The Swimming Hole Another summer, and another Hanson family picnic. This year, the Hanson's held their annual extended family get together at the country farm of middle brother Douglas. The Douglas Hanson's lived on a large spread, most of which they leased out as a working farm for growing crops. They, however, still had a large country house and a extensive patch of land where rocky soil, marshes and small ponds meant growing crops was not plausible. Douglas Hanson and his wife Barbara had two children. Maria Hanson was 22, had recently completed university and was in the process of settling into a new job in Chicago. She had made the trip back to the farm for the reunion, though, along with her boyfriend Chris. Michael, Douglas and Barbara's youngest son, was 20. He was still living at home while he was attending a local community college. Michael was tall and athletic, with dark hair, brown eyes and a bewitching smile. The other two families attending the Hanson family picnic were those of Earl, Douglas Hanson's older brother and Neville, the youngest of the elder Hanson boys. Earl Hanson had a brood of children - five of them. One of those was his 20 year old son Graham. Graham was as tall as Michael, though slimmer of build than the muscular Michael. That isn't to say that Graham wasn't good at sports, but where Michael played contact sports like lacrosse and hockey, Graham concentrated on sports focusing on endurance and hand-eye co-ordination like tennis, running and rowing. Graham was also opposite in colouring to Michael, Graham was blond haired, blue eyed and fair skinned to Michael's darker complexion. Despite the differences, Michael and Graham has always gotten along, and they looked forward to seeing each other at the family picnics and family holidays. When they were younger, they spent a lot of time tormenting or trying to avoid Taylor. Taylor was Neville Hanson's youngest son, and was 18 years old. He had always looked up to his older cousins, who hadn't often wanted some kid following them around. As Michael and Graham had grown up into fit, athletic young men, Taylor had remained small. Small, slight and thin, with fair skin, Taylor didn't look much like his cousins. Taylor was still a bit of a mama's boy, and his mother, a fan of long locks, kept Taylor's auburn hair long and thick. There was more than a few occasions where someone referred to Taylor as "miss." He was the polar opposite to his masculine cousins. Despite their differences, the three boys were the closest in age to each other, and also at an age when hanging around with their parents, aunts, uncles and older cousins held little appeal. As the family party started to get going, the three boys snuck out and to the car shed away from the house. Above the shed was a second story where Michael kept a bit of a crash pad. He had gotten a few old couches and chairs and a stereo system to which he could attach his iPod. Graham and Taylor looked around, while Michael lounged in one of the chairs. "Nice place," Graham said. He opened up a small fridge to find it filled with cans of beer. "Well stocked, I see." "Nothing but the finest," Michael said, laughing, as he opened the drawer in a table beside his chair and pulled a CD case. Graham, still poking around, opened up a cardboard box in the corner. He reached in and pulled out a sun dress. He held it up and showed it to Michael. "What's this? You killing girls, stashing the bodies and keeping their clothes are souvenirs?" Michael laughed. "Nah, man, that is just some old crap of my sister's. Stuff for the charity bin, if I ever get around to taking it into town for her." Michael opened up the CD case, and put it on the coffee table. Inside was some rolling papers and a baggie filled with dried, green leaves. "Now," he said, "what do you boys say to a little toke?" Michael, Graham and Taylor passed around the joint as latest Foo Fighters album played on the stereo. "Man, these family get-togethers are lame," Michael said. "Come on, man. At least we get to hang out," Graham said. "It's cool to see you. I hardly see you any more at all. Remember as kids, when our folks used to rent that big old cottage on Lake Spruce, and we would hang out for a month, that was cool." Michael passed Taylor the joint. "Yeah, and Taylor used to try and follow us around all the time," Michael said, laughing. "We'd swim out as far as we could to try and lose you, Tay. You aren't much of a swimmer, man." Taylor released his breath with a slight cough, smoke filtering out from his mouth. "I'm a better swimmer now," Taylor said. "I'm on the swim team at school. Won a gold at county in the 200 metre. Probably whip both your asses in a race now." "Fuck off, Tay," Michael said. "You couldn't beat us. Graham anchored his team in high school that won the gold at regionals, and as for me... Well, look at me," Michael flex his muscles. "I am just too awesome for you to beat." Taylor passed the joint to Graham and laughed. "We'll never know. Too bad you don't have a pool here," Taylor said. Michael jumped up. "Forget a pool. We can go to the big pond. It's about a quarter of a mile across. That's about 400 metres. We'll race across, from one side and back. 800 metres, any stroke you see fit. First back to shore wins." With that Michael, Graham and Taylor set out for the big pond. As it was more than 3 miles away, they took the all terrain cycles (ATCs) to get there. There were only two of the ATCs, so Michael rode away on one while Taylor wrapped his arms around Graham as Graham drove the second. Half stoned as they were, no one thought about the fact that no one had anything to swim in until they reached the pond. "Fuck it, we can go naked," Michael said. Graham nodded. "Much like the Olympians of the ancient Greek games," he said. Michael looked askance at Graham. Sometimes Michael was suspicious of Graham's intelligence, but as he had agreed the plan was hatched. The three boys stripped off their clothes, and approached the water. Michael shook his limbs, trying to wake them up for the swim as he had seen the swimmers on TV do. He was not a typical swimmer, his frame quite muscled with large arms and thick legs. His already dark skinned was tanned from already spending as much time outside as he could. His legs and arms were well muscled, with dark black hairs. His chest was large and jutted out, a strip of dark chest hair running down to navel. His penis was surrounded by a thick patch of dark hair. Graham, on the other hand, was the typical swimmer. Slender but well toned, his body had little in the way of hair. His arms and legs were long and lean but powerful, and his torso showed no traces of fat. His abs were toned into a six pack. Graham bent down and touched his toes, then stood up and hopped on the spot. His penis bounced up and down as he hopped, surrounded by a patch of blond, curly hair. Taylor looked like a little boy next to his two cousins. A foot shorter than the others, and his body was small and smooth without a hint of hair except for a small, wispy patch of blond-brown hair just above his penis. His legs and arms were thin and undefined, and his chest and stomach flat without a hint of pectoral muscles or abs. He slapped at his arms nervously, aware that his exaggeration about his swimming career was about to be exposed. He had won a medal in the 200 metres, but it wasn't at the county-wide games, and it wasn't on the varsity team. Without warning, Michael yelled, "go," and jumped into the water and started quickly swimming away. "Cheating fucker," Graham called out, before jumping in, followed quickly by Taylor. Graham hadn't been on the swim team for 2 years, but kept in shape at university by going to the pool four times a week, and overtook Michael before they were half-way across the pond. Michael was a natural athlete, but not a natural swimmer, and soon Taylor was catching up to him. Graham reached the far bank and made the turn to come back. 200 feet away, Taylor was just passing Michael as they still swam on their first leg. Graham reached back to the starting point well ahead of the other two. He sat in the shallow water and let the sun dry his torso as he watched Taylor swimming ahead and Michael falling back. Taylor easily came second, having enough time to sit down beside Graham and catch his breath before Michael, breathing heavily, made it back to shore. Graham and Taylor said nothing as Michael climbed out of the water, but just smirked. "Yeah, well, swimming is for pussies anyway," Michael said. "I'd beat you at a real sport, like hockey, football or..." Michael paused, looking up for a second. "What other sport would I beat you at?" he said. "Oh, I know... WRESTLING!" At the same time he yelled out wrestling, Michael lunged forward and grabbed Taylor, lifting him up by his arm and leg, and tossing him out into the deeper water. Michael laughed, and then lunged after Taylor. Taylor ducked out of the way as Michael's body hit the water with a splash. Graham jumped up and followed the two other boys into the water, diving under the surface and cutting Michael's legs out from under him. They splashed and wrestled in the water for twenty minutes. Much of the time Graham and Michael spent picking up Taylor and throwing him as far as they could. Taylor, so much smaller and lighter than the other two, made for an easy missile to throw. All three spent much of the time laughing. Michael was the first to climb out of the water. "Come on, let's get back," he said. Taylor started to swim back to the short, but he noticed Graham hesitated in the water until Michael had turned his back. Taylor paused and watched. As Michael dried himself with his shirt, facing away from the pond, Graham quickly pulled himself out of the water and quickly ran over to the ATC where his clothes were. Taylor watched as Graham quickly pulled on his jeans, forgoing putting on his boxer shorts. As Graham pulled on his jeans, he turned around and Taylor saw that Graham had a full hard-on. Taylor blushed. He admitted that he had felt stirring in his groin as his two cousins had laid their hands on him and tossed him around in the water. The horse play had been enough to turn Taylor on. Luckily for him, his penis was small and soft, even when fully aroused, so neither of his cousins would have noticed. However, now Taylor saw that perhaps he hadn't been the only one who had enjoyed the experience. He was confused as to what that mean. Michael pulled on his jeans, leaving his boxer shorts off as well. Neither Graham nor Michael put on their shirts. Taylor got out of the water and pulled on the pair of shorts he had worn today, and his t-shirt. Michael hopped on his ATC and took off, bare chest being pounded by the wind. Graham got on his ATC. Taylor noticed Graham had turned quite red. Taylor took the seat behind Graham, and wrapped his arms around his torso. Taylor's slender arms held tightly to the muscled stomach of Graham. Taylor felt Graham shiver slightly as Taylor touched him. Taylor merely swallowed hard and closed his eyes. The ATC roared to life, and they sped away. Back at the car shed, and the three boys climbed up Michael's getaway. Michael sat down in a chair, while Graham lay himself out on a couch. Taylor sat on another couch, looking a bit uncomfortable. "What's the matter, Tay?" Graham asked. "My clothes are soaked. I should have dried off, I guess," he said. "Mike, you have anything I could change into?" Michael laughed. "Guess you could put on one of Maria's old dresses," he said, pointing to the box of charity clothing in the corner. Taylor laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, whatever." Graham sat up. "Now wait a second, as the winner of the swimming race, surely that means I get some sort of prize," he said. "A dare that you have to do. One from each of you. And I'll start with you, Tay. You need to put on some of Maria's clothes." Taylor blushed. "No way." Graham nodded. "Yes, that's your punishment. You swim like a girl, so now you have to dress like one too." Michael giggled. "Yeah man, dress like a girl." Michael, the pot still impacting his though patterns, couldn't see that by agreeing with this dare, it would eventually lead to him having to complete a dare. Michael's stoned mind just thought it would be funny. Graham jumped up and rummaged through the box. He pulled out a number of items. A black set of panties and matching black bra, "as a base," he said. A sundress, "for a demure look." A short tartan skirt and a white blouse, "for the slutty schoolgirl in all of us," he laughed. Taylor just turned bright red. Graham threw the sundress over to Taylor. "Come on Tay, put it on," Graham said. "No way," Taylor said. Graham looked over to Michael and raised an eyebrow. Michael nodded, and then lunged at Taylor. Michael grabbed Taylor, holding back his arms. Graham grabbed Taylor's shorts, and pulled them off, exposing Taylor's small cock. Graham grabbed Taylor about his waist. Michael released Taylor's arms and wrestled off Taylor's shirt. Taylor, naked, squirmed away from Graham's clutches, and bolted across the room. Michael chased after him, grabbing him. Graham threw the dress over Taylor's head, and forced Taylor's arms through the arms holes. "There we go," Graham said, jumping back. "Pretty little female Taylor." Michael released Taylor, and Taylor ran to the other side of the room. He turned back towards his two older cousins. Graham and Michael were actually shocked. With his slender body, slight facial features and long auburn hair, he looked quite feminine, and with the dress on, he would be easily mistaken for a girl. Graham and MIchael just stared silently. "I am taking this off," Taylor said. "No way," Graham said, and he and Michael ran towards Taylor. Graham wrestled Taylor to the floor, sitting on his chest and holding down Taylor's arms. Taylor kicked his legs, turning to buck his way out of Graham's hold. "Get his legs," Graham yelled at Michael. Michael fell to his knees, and sat on Taylor's legs. Taylor struggled for a moment, but realised he was trapped. Resigned, he settled down. Taylor looked up, seeing his cousin Graham's naked chest and flat stomach, and gazing further down, Graham's jeans. Taylor couldn't help but notice bulge in Graham's jeans, his cock was hard and pressing against the fabric of his jeans. "Aren't you just the prettiest little girl," Graham sad softly, leaning forward slightly, his groin moving closer to Taylor's face. Taylor wasn't sure why he did it, but was just filled with desire. Taylor leaned his head forward, opened his mouth and put it on his cousin's cock. Taylor ran his mouth up and down the outline of Graham's cock. Graham was silent, but didn't make a move to stop Taylor. In fact, after a moment he released on of Taylor's arms, and undid his jeans. Graham pulled down the zipper of his jeans and released his cock. Taylor took the tip of Graham's cock in his mouth, massaging it with his lip and tongue. Graham pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock further into Taylor's mouth. Taylor's lips slide down the shaft of Graham's cock. Graham moaned. Michael, sitting on Taylor's legs, couldn't see Taylor's face or Graham's cock, so at first was unaware of what was going on. But when Graham moaned, and Michael noticed that Graham's hips were moving back and forth, he realised something was up. Michael moved off Taylor's legs and peered around Graham. Michael saw Graham's cock halfway covered by Taylor's mouth. "What the fuck," Michael said, jumping back. Graham pulled his cock out of Taylor's mouth and jumped up. Taylor, shocked, just lay on the floor. "Was he just sucking your dick," Michael asked Graham, and then turned to Taylor, "Were you just sucking his dick?" pointing at Graham. Taylor turned a million shades of red as he lay on the floor with a sundress on. Graham was silent for a moment, his jeans still undone and his hard cock still exposed. After a moment, Graham regained his composure. "Sure, yeah," Graham said. "he was sucking my cock. That was his punishment for losing the swimming race. To be a pretty little slut and suck cock." Michael stood dumbfounded. Taylor slowly stood up. He was still embarrassed, and become more so when he realised his small cock was hard and could be seen poking out from under his dress. Graham smirked. "In fact, you also lost the race," Graham said to Michael. Michael's eyes opened wide. "I am not sucking your cock," Michael said. "No, no," Graham said. "That's for the little girl," Graham said, pointing at Taylor. "No, your punishment is to have your cock sucked. By Taylor." Taylor's mouth fell open. Taylor couldn't believe that Graham just order him to suck Michael's cock, but at the same time he felt his cock spasm and was surprised to find himself turned on. Michael didn't know what to think. "No, no," he said, weakly. Graham stepped forward. "Come on, you know you like a good blow job. And I can vouch that Taylor, our female cousin, gives a good one. Look at Taylor, what a pretty face. Tell me you don't want those pretty, girlie lips on your cock." Graham turned to Taylor. "Taylor, go and give Mike head." Taylor found himself obeying. He walked forward to his cousin Michael. Michael just stood, motionless. Taylor walked until he stood in front of Michael, and then got down on his knees. He reached up, undid Michael's jeans and pulled them down. Michael soft cock was exposed. Taylor took the soft cock in his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, and it started to harden. Soon Michael's cock was hard, and Taylor started to bob his head up and down on the cock. Michael groaned. He couldn't believe how good Taylor's mouth on his cock felt. Michael's knees weakened, and fell back onto the couch. Taylor crawled forward and put his mouth back onto Michael's cock, on all fours in front of Michael. Graham watched as Taylor sucked Michael's cock. Now on all fours, Taylor's ass was in the air. Graham felt his cock stir again. He wriggled out of his jeans, and walked over to Taylor's ass. Graham got down onto his knees, and pulled the hem of Taylor's dress up over his hips, exposing Taylor's ass. Graham leaned forward and kissed one butt cheek, and then the other of Taylor's ass. Graham stuck out his tongue, and ran it up and down the crack of Taylor's ass. Taylor pushed his ass backwards and up against Graham's face. Urged on, Graham stuck his tongue into Taylor's ass. Taylor moaned, though it was muffled by the fact that Michael's cock was halfway down his throat. Taylor started wriggling his hips back and forth and Graham's tongue moved in and out of his ass, the tongue stimulating the sensitive nerves of Taylor's little boi-girl pussy. Graham's cock was rock hard again, and Taylor's ass was sopping wet from Graham's saliva. Graham pulled his tongue out of Taylor's ass, and moved forward until his hard cock was pressing against Taylor's asshole. Graham slowly pushed his cock forward, moving slowly into his cousin. Taylor shuddered for a moment as Graham pushed into him, but once he was in, Taylor found himself pushing his ass back to take Graham even deeper. Taylor's small cock grew harder, and started bouncing up and down against his stomach. Graham started pumping faster and deeper into Taylor, gradually picking up speed and increasing the depth of the motion with each new thrust. Graham increased his pace, and soon was thrusting maniacally into Taylor, the sound of his balls slapping against Taylor's ass. Michael's eyes were closed as Taylor moved up and down on his cock. Occasionally he would open his eyes and look down. Taylor's long hair and the occasional glimpses of his slender face was enough to keep the illusion in Michael's mind that he was getting sucked off by a girl. The Swimming Hole Graham started to push in and out of Taylor with an opposite rhythm to Michael's thrusts into her mouth, almost like the men were working a see-saw. When one cock was buried deep inside Taylor, the other had pulled almost all the way out. Taylor was surprisingly happy to be getting spit-roasted by his two older cousins. The coordinated see-saw rhythm was now lost, as her two cousins thrust into Taylor's mouth and ass with increasing speed and depth. Michael grabbed Taylor's head, and with a final three deep thrusts, Michael exploded into Taylor's mouth. Taylor took Michael's entire load in his mouth, not swallowing it immediately and instead letting it build up in his mouth. It was more than Taylor could keep in his mouth, and a few rivulets leaked out of his mouth and down Taylor's chin. Michael, spent, pulled out of Taylor's mouth. Taylor looked up at him, smiled and swallowed down his cum. Michael smiled, Taylor looked so much like a girl that he forgot in the heat of the passion that he had been getting sucked off by both a guy and his cousin. Graham was getting close to cumming as well. Using his hands on Taylor's hips for leverage, he started to push with more force and speed into Taylor's ass. Graham grabbed Taylor's hips and lifted them up, raising Taylor's back end up until his knees were no longer on the ground. Grahem pressed his dick as far into Taylor as he could, and grunted as he released his cum into his cousin's ass. He pulled himself out of Taylor, trickles of white cum dribbling out of Taylor's ass as he pulled out. The three cousins crawled onto the couch, all breathing heavily and exhausted. Taylor, still in the sundress, sat between the naked Michael and Graham. Graham leaned over kissed Taylor on the cheek. Graham has never told anyone, but he had a few experience since going to college with shemales, and when he first suggested getting Taylor in the dress, he was hoping something would happen. He never expected it to work out the way it did, though. Michael looked over at Taylor, and scanned his body. In Michael's mind, though, he was scanning "her" body. He now thought of Taylor as a girl. And while he needed some time to recuperate his strength, Taylor was a girl he was interested in fucking again. Taylor was getting used to being in the dress, and starting to enjoy it. He looked over at the box of Maria's clothes, and then at the soft cocks of his two cousins. He looked back at the clothes, and saw the short tartan skirt and a white blouse still sitting on the floor. The "slutty school girl" Graham had called it. Taylor would give the boys a few minutes to get their strength back before he put it on. The Swimming Hole "Come with me, and bring your towel." Laura said as she tugged at John's arm. "I know a place that's not far ...nice for skinny-dipping and private." "Oh you do, do you? Let's go." John replied with a glint in his eye. The two set off on a trail from the campsite into the woods and along a stream that rushed through the rocks and underbrush. Not many people come this way as the trail was becoming overgrown with brush and tree limbs, though not impassable. "I thought this was going to be an easy hike," John said pushing a branch out of his face. "It's been a while since I was here last and it is out-of-the-way but you'll like the swimming hole." They both became quiet as they made their way along the stream. The way became easier and started to open up with fewer obstacles. Suddenly, they heard voices from somewhere up ahead. "Shussh," John said as he ducked behind a thicket, pulling Laura with him. "Who is it, can you see?" Laura said whispering. "No I can't see anyone yet, but they must be right up the trail and fairly close." "What are we going to do now?" Laura said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. "Well, let's just wait, maybe they'll move on or leave soon." John and Laura squat in the bushes behind a large outcropping of rock and listened to the voices and laughter without being able to hear what was being said over the sound of the rushing stream. Soon the voices died away and John decided to take a look to see if they had indeed moved on. He told Laura to stay where she was and set off quietly up the trail. Rounding another rock outcropping he was stopped in his tracks by what he saw. In a clearing close to the river was a couple laying naked on a blanket kissing and fondling each other their clothes tossed on the ground or hung on tree limbs. Apparently they had been swimming before they became involved in what John was witnessing. At first John thought that he should just quietly turn and leave, taking Laura back to the camp, but something kept him there. The excitement of watching others when they were not aware of being watched, or even if they were aware, was an aphrodisiac to him. He couldn't tear his eyes from the sight, waiting for them to do more than just touch and kiss each other. He quickly got his wish as the woman turned on her side and began kissing the man's stomach inching her way down to his crotch. He lay back as she fondled and kissed his growing cock, sliding it slowly across and around her lips. John's breathing became faster and he could feel that growing sensation in his shorts. He reached down and touched himself through the thin material. He could feel the ridge of his cock head as his fingers traced its outline pressing against the fabric. The woman was now taking the man's whole shaft into her mouth in long, slow strokes. He watched as it had grown to a size that she could not accommodate in her mouth any longer. John's juices were stirring now and he squeezed the head of his cock hypnotized by the action scant yards in front of him. Laura walked quietly up behind John and touched his shoulder. He nearly cried out in fright but managed to control himself and signaled Laura to be quiet with a finger to his lips and to look around the stone outcropping. Laura saw the couple and jerked back with her hands covering her mouth. She snickered and John had to scold her to keep her from making noise. She looked around the rock again and was intrigued by the sight. Never had she seen anyone else making love unless you count the times at the drive-in movie where their double date was feeling up her sister in the back seat. But this was different, these people were naked and actually having sex! She couldn't keep from watching as the woman was still hungrily devouring the man. She could feel the rise of heat in her face from the nervous excitement her body was experiencing. This was exhilarating. This was kinky, maybe perverted, but she loved the tension in it. She never thought of herself as a voyeur before but she was transfixed on the scene playing out before her. She thought of all the times she had covertly watched her brother when she would chance upon him masturbating. It didn't seem so arousing then but now she felt that arousal deep in her belly and even those old memories now took on a certain mischievous excitement. A warm, tickling sensation came from between her legs. The feeling made her want to touch herself and she pressed her fingers hard against her clit. John was still watching from over her shoulder and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. It stirred her passions and she found her legs wouldn't stay still as she repeatedly squeezed her thighs together. She backed into John and felt his hardness against her ass, causing another wave of arousal to spring from her crotch. The woman came to her knees and threw one leg over the man guiding his stiff member into her. She slowly slid down the length of it as Laura watched in complete fascination. She could see everything from her angle, how his fat dick spread her open, and how it disappeared deep within her. Laura was so hot now that she found herself rubbing her ass on John and imagining the big cock she was watching was actually going inside of her. That was it! As if John could read her thoughts, she felt his hand reach around her waist and undo her shorts, they easily fell to the ground and she worked them off her feet, eyes never leaving the sexually stimulating display unfolding in front of her. She felt his warm, naked hardness against her as he slipped his shaft up and down between her ass cheeks. Laura spread her legs and reached through to bring his dick where she really wanted it. Her sex was so needy and wet she desired only penetration. She guided John's member back and forth across her wet lips to moisten him and tease her clit. Without further play John found his mark and pressed his aching cock into Laura's hot, slippery pussy. He had never felt her so wet. The show in front of them played on with the woman riding this man's magnificent cock; changing positions from sitting up to laying on his chest to squatting until he took her in his arms and flipped them both over in one smooth motion to where he was now on top. Laura watched as this man's muscular ass pounded between her wide-spread legs. He was up on his hands and toes doing push-ups over her. The woman thrusting her hips up in rhythm with his assault. Laura's own orgasm was building quickly as John accelerated his pace, his cock touching all the right places deep within her. She loved it from behind. He looked down at Laura in front of him as his sweat dripped on her back and ass. He watched as his powerful cock plunge into her wetness, their juices mixing and covering them both with its slippery sweetness. With her eyes now closed, Laura could not hold back the flood of feelings racking her body. Her orgasm welled-up from somewhere deep inside overpowering her. For long minutes she reveled in the excruciating joy of it, feeling John stiffen and knowing he was also reaching his climax. His rod was on fire and as hard as she had ever felt it, bathing her insides with his flow. It was so hard to keep from crying out with her ecstasy. John felt his climax coming and tried to hold back not knowing for sure Laura was there yet. Just then he could feel her clamp down on him and knew she was in the throes of her own orgasm. He let himself go. The emotion and intense feelings within him came out in one long explosive orgasm that pulsed through him continuously for what seemed a very long time. He couldn't keep his hips from thrusting until the rush of his orgasm subsided. Only then did he remember the other couple a mere thirty feet away. He looked at Laura and she was leaning against the rock spent and smiling. Beyond her the other couple was just reaching their climax as the man now began to thrust deeply and slowly. The woman had her legs locked around him their faces twisted in ecstasy as they came together just as John and Laura had done moments before. Laura and John breathlessly looked at each other, smiled their contentment and quickly gathered their clothes to creep away in silence. The Swimming Hole When Ben felt her hand leave his head, he pulled his face back and stopped rubbing the still swollen clit displayed by his hand. He gave her one last lick from her pussy hole to the still hard nub before pulling back completely and releasing her lips. He looked up and saw her face was red and knew she was probably as embarrassed as he'd felt earlier when he came all over her thigh. He hoped she wasn't too embarrassed to continue because his cock had begun to leak pre-cum and he wanted to cum again. He lifted himself up over her and kissed her chin. "Hey," he whispered. "That was fantastic." Cydney didn't move. She just didn't know what to do. She was so afraid he would think she was slutty and she liked him so much she couldn't stand that. She wanted him to like her and the truth was, the feel of his hard cock pushing against her hip was making her body feel hot all over again. She felt tears welling up as she thought about him being disgusted by her actions. "Hey," he said again. He reached up and pulled her arm away from her eyes. He watched as a lone tear slowly ran down the side of her face. "Aw, Cydney," he whispered as he looked into her wet, brown eyes. "Please don't cry. You were beautiful and I'd love to do that to you over and over again." He pressed his lips against hers and gently kissed her. He didn't lift his lips away until he felt her respond. He pressed his hips against her so she could feel how hard he was. "That's what you do to me." He moved his lips across her cheek to her ear. "Feel how hard you make me," he whispered in her ear before he took the lobe between his teeth and gently bit down. "Do you have any idea how many times I've gotten hard imagining you laying here naked with me," he continued as his lips moved down her neck. He knew she was getting into it again when she tipped her head back and arched her neck at his touch. He continued his nips and kisses until he was at her nipple. He used the flat of his tongue to lick it, then blew on it and watched it pebble up. "Oh God, Cydney. I want you so bad," he moaned against her breast. He looked up and saw her smile shyly at him. Her arms reached up to hug him against her. It was okay and incredibly, he not only wasn't disgusted, but was actually aroused by her! She couldn't help smiling at him. Her hands began exploring his back and his chest when he rose up above her so he could slide both his legs in between hers. The new position put his cock right against her pussy and she spread her legs apart so it could press between the folds. "Awww," Ben groaned when he felt the heat of her cunt against his rigid pole. "You feel so good against my dick," he moaned. He rocked his hips and the friction made more pre-cum leak out onto the towel when the head of his cock reached the bottom of his stroke. The heat and wetness were incredible. Ben jacked off regularly imagining he was inside a pussy but his imaginings could never equal the real thing. He wished this feeling could go on and on even as he felt his balls tingling with the need to release another load of his creamy seed. Cydney could already feel her clit stretching out and straining upwards toward the hardness and heat above it. She rocked her own hips against him and they both groaned at the feeling. She felt Ben brace his forearms on the towel on either side of them for balance. Her legs fell open even wider and her knees lifted. She was splayed completely open to his every thrust and she arched up to meet him when he pushed himself against her. He began moving faster and she could feel her body tightening toward another climax as they slowly humped against each other. Ben knew he couldn't go inside no matter how badly he wanted to. He had no condoms and he knew her family well enough to know she wasn't on the pill. He thought he could rub against her until she came and then he'd pull back and cum on the ground beside them. She was moaning again and he could feel her body trembling under him. He reached between them and pushed the swollen tip of his cock down hard on her clit and rubbed it there quickly. He felt her gripping his ribs tightly and arching up against him just as she'd done before. He knew she was about to cum again. His own body was moving ever closer to release. He pulled his hand back and pushed himself back and forth against her wet slit. This scaled back the burning need to cum and he was able to regain some control. "Ohh, yes, yes," she panted over and over again as her body went rigid against him. Her orgasm was every bit as good as the previous one but her body knew what it wanted. Without even realizing what she was doing, her legs lifted up and wrapped around him. The new position and the slickness of her pussy, coated with the cream of her climax were enough to allow him to slide right into the entrance to the hole that begged to be filled. The feel of that tight, hot, wet flesh surrounding the head of his cock was the most incredible thing Ben had ever felt. His cock swelled even more and somewhere he heard her moan yes as he stretched her wider. He jerked himself back when he realized what had happened but her legs were holding him too tight. He felt himself sliding back and this time he went in even further before he pulled back. His cock was screaming for release when he gave in and thrust himself fully into her. He felt her flinch a little but then her pussy clamped down on him, so tight, squeezing his cock the way only a virgin pussy can. He allowed himself another stroke and then another before he tore himself away from her. His cock was already pulsing and he heard her groan when his hot seed poured out onto her clit and pussy. Her legs fell apart and he reached between them to hold his cock, stroking it quickly as his cum spread across her thighs. Cydney loved the feel of him filling her. She hadn't realized how much better her orgasm would be when her cunt was filled with the heat and hardness of his swollen penis. Even the pinch when he took her virginity couldn't diminish the amazing feelings being filled with him had given her. Carried away with the feelings running through her, she reached down and rubbed her fingers slowly against her clit, spreading his cum around and gently coming down from the cliff he'd driven her up on. She didn't even consider the huge risk they had just taken, she was too consumed by the delicious sense of ease he'd just given her. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she slowly lifted her hand, coated with the juice of their mutual orgasms and stuck one finger in her mouth. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the heartfelt groan from Ben. "Oh God, Cydney. You are so incredibly sexy." Cydney's eyes tried to focus and she smiled slowly. She was slow to comprehend what had happened as Ben kneeled between her thighs, his hair dripping with sweat and his head hanging down as he tried to get his breathing under control. He lifted his head to look at her and Cydney reached out toward him. She grabbed one of his hands where it rested on his thigh and lifted it toward her lips. She opened it and pressed her lips against his palm. It was a gesture of gratitude for the incredible pleasure he'd given her. Ben rocked back on his heels and grinned at her. He stood up and stretched before reaching down to pull her up beside him. They stood there, arms wrapped around each other, both feeling so much they couldn't put it into words. Finally they both stepped back. Ben nodded toward the swimming hole and pinched one of her butt cheeks. "Last one in is a rotten egg," he said before turning and running toward the pond.