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Lake House

By: karapriest



My boyfriend Mark's family has a house on a lake upstate. We were invited up for a long weekend to enjoy the sun, the water, and the company. Mark's mom Ann is a great cook, his dad Bob is an avid fisherman, and his younger brother Steve is the gamer. I get along with them all; they're fun and kind. 

On Saturday morning, however, Mark got a frantic phone call from his boss. A contract about to be signed was discovered to have whole sections missing, and Mark was needed to reconstruct the missing material. Since I drove us in my car, I dejectedly started packing up, sad to miss out on the rest of the weekend. Mark's dad Bob stopped me. 

"I have to go home on Monday anyway. Why don't you let Mark take your car, and you can come with me then?" Mark agreed that the plan made sense, so who was I to argue? I turned over my keys and kissed him goodbye. I'd miss him for two nights, that's for sure, but relaxing lakeside was an appealing tradeoff. 

After lunch, I dove into the water for some exercise. I love to swim. I don't go fast, but I can go for hours without tiring. Now, this might be because my F-cup tits are so buoyant. I suspect it is. I've long had trouble finding swimsuits that keep those puppies covered, since once in water, they tend to rise out of whatever bit of cloth dares to rein them in. I always have to be careful to adjust myself back into my suit whenever I get out of the water. 

I'm swimming leisurely around our little cove when Steve launches himself off the dock in a mighty cannonball. "Boom!" he narrates, after coming back up for air. "You've been bombed, Kara!" I laugh at the lame humor. Steve is just out of college; he still likes frathouse games.

"Not yet," I counter. "Maybe I'll get bombed when we crack open the wine at supper." Steve is mock-aghast that I'd contradict him. He swims up to me and playfully begins to water-wrestle. I slip from his grip easily enough, but the top to my suit is dislodged, and his hand brushes against my naked breast. His eyes go wide in surprise. I'm able to fix my suit right away. But he quickly swims behind me and takes a handful of titflesh in each greedy paw. I wriggle away, scolding him, laughing, blushing. He makes a few more attempts to grab me, but I push him away, with more laughter. Time to dry off, anyway. 

Out of the water, l stretch out on the dock to sunbathe. Face down, I undo the straps of my top to prevent tan lines. The sun feels delightful after the cool water, and I feel myself getting drowsy. All of a sudden, though, something cold and wet hits the back of my thigh. I react before I can think, jerking up to see what it is. Steve has thrown a wet water polo ball at me. His mischief has had the intended effect; my breasts are exposed for the moment it takes to gather my wits.

"For fuck's sake! Steve, you're an asshole!" I scold as I cover up. 

"Oh, sorry, did I hit you?" he says, not able to mask his laughter. Only one of his hands is visible above the waterline. I don't even want to know where the other hand is.

The rest of the afternoon passes pleasantly. At suppertime, I change out of my swimsuit to help Ann with the cooking while Bob and Steve man the campfire. Everybody prefers fire-grilled food after a day on the water. The wine, a local vintage, goes perfectly with the food, convincing me to have more than my usual couple of glasses. I'm feeling no pain, that's for sure. Ann retires inside to read, but Bob and Steve stay outside next to the fire and the bottles. Our conversation is friendly and playful, but as the bottles empty, our playfulness takes a naughty turn. Steve begins narrating the story of Kara versus The Water Polo Ball, which focuses the attention of both men on my chest. Look: when you have the size breasts I do, you get accustomed to staring. I can ignore most of it. I good-naturedly call Steve an asshole again. Sometimes, though, the staring has another effect. Sometimes, it's as if the eyes of the ogler can see right into my sex. I am starting to feel a little self-conscious.

Bob seems to sense my discomfort, and takes it as his cue to be even more brazen. "Well, Steve, are they as amazing as Mark told us they are?"

"Dad, you have no idea. Mark didn't do them justice. Epic tits, lemme tell you."

I'm astonished. "Wait. Wait! Mark discusses me with you?!" I don't know whom to be madder at.

Bob laughs. "Oh, Kara, don't be like that. He's just proud of snagging a girl as hot as you. Couldn't keep it to himself. No harm done."

Well, I don't know if sharing details of our intimate life constitutes 'no harm', but whatever damage was done is just that: done. I take another swallow of wine and pout.

Steve gets out of his chair, comes up behind me, squeezes my arms and gives me a brotherly kiss on the shoulder. As I smile my forgiveness, I feel his hand caress my back. I might be wrong, but I could swear his fingers linger over the area my bra band would be, if I were wearing one. But I'm not. And now he knows it. The combination of wine and embarrassment has led to a new feeling: I'm a little bit turned on at Steve's touch. When he leaves me to collect a refill, I find I miss the warmth of his hand.

Bob recommences the teasing. "Geez, Kara, it doesn't seem right that my two sons have seen your tits and I haven't. How's about a flash for Daddy, huh?"

My cheeks flush: my first impulse is to agree with him. Wouldn't it be nice to bare my breasts here in the firelight to such an eager audience? Wouldn't their hungry eyes feel like caresses? Might they want then to kiss my plump nipples, to lick them? Without thinking, I find my hand is now on my chest above my breasts. 

Fortunately, my better judgment finally kicks in, and I laugh off the suggestion and announce, "That's it. I'm going to bed."

Back in my bedroom, the realization that Mark isn't here to spend my arousal on hits me hard. I climb into bed and toss for a bit. I want to masturbate really badly, but I feel awkward in Mark's parents' house without Mark's buffering presence. So I begin softly, dipping one finger between my velvet folds. I burrow further under the thin sheet, caressing my tit with my free hand. Slowly, I speed up my tempo. I visualize Mark's attentions, but before I know it, that image is replaced by Bob and Steve slowly sucking my breasts. I picture the caresses I'd longed for earlier. I increase the pressure on my clit and the speed with which I rub it. The sheet pulls away from my chest, baring my tits to the night air. Now I begin imagining fucking Mark while Bob watches hungrily. This pushes me over the edge. My spasms are accompanied by whimpers and sighs, even as hard as I'm trying to be quiet. As I relax into the afterglow, somewhere on the outside of my consciousness I hear a faint noise. Did my door just close? The night is still, so it can't have been the wind. Is it possible one of my housemates was at my door watching me play with myself? No, ludicrous. Must be my heated imagination. I roll over, tuck a hand between my breasts and drift off to sleep.

The following morning, Bob asks if I'd like to join him on his boat for fishing. I don't fish, so this is code for more sunbathing Why not? Steve and Ann have errands to run in town; they won't be joining us.

Bob takes me on a bit of a tour around the lake. The sunlight glistens off the water, making even the most humble of cabins look lovely and romantic. After an hour or so, we find a cove to anchor in. Bob sets up the fishing poles. 

"Want a beer?" he offers as he opens one for himself.

"Sure!" I answer.

He hands me a bottle. "I hope I didn't embarrass you last night."

I briefly wonder if he means the campfire teasing or watching me masturbate, but I give him the benefit of my doubt, conclude the former and wave him away. "It's fine. No worries." Whichever, as much as I appreciate the apology, I'd really rather we talk about something else.

"Mark is crazy about you. I'd hate to think I screwed things up for him."

"No worries," I repeat firmly. "Hey, how 'bout them Mets?" Now, nobody in this house is a Mets fan. But Bob takes the obvious subject change tactic with a friendly laugh.

"No worse than ever!" We both smile and get on with the serious business of fishing and lolling.

I'm wearing my favorite new swimsuit, which is a two-piece tankini. The top is halter style, and the neckline plunges into a deep vee secured by elastic corset laces, and comes down to my navel. The construction and chevron design really showcase my cleavage. The bottom is bikini style, a smidge loose for me. I had to go up in size to get the top to fit, which means extra room on the bottom. Not uncomfortably so, which is good. I wouldn't want to lose them diving.

I notice Bob's shoulders getting pink. "You need some sunscreen," I warn. Bob picks up a bottle of lotion and asks if I'll do his back for him. I squirt some of the stuff into my hands. Once warmed up, I cover his back. I can see he's enjoying this low-rent massage. I knead his back thoroughly. That's not bad, I think. 

"Return the favor?" he asks. I demur, not really needing it. But the idea of having Bob run his hands over my warming flesh is warming me up in other ways. I guess I'm just missing Mark.

Bob notices some activity on the fishing pole. While he's tending to his catch he hands me the net to scoop up the victim. Leaning over to reach the water, the upper edge of my top catches on the railing, pulling downward. A boob pops out. I need both hands to work the net; I can't put myself back in. I find myself both afraid Bob will see, and hoping he will. As he reels in the catch, I sense he's taking more time than necessary. I feel my nipple hardening. Once the fish is in, I quickly replace my top. Bob is grinning at me like an idiot. 

I take this chance for a dip in the water. Both nipples are now hard in the cool water. When I'm sure Bob isn't looking, I loosen the laces of my top so that the water has direct contract with my tits. Oh, that's lovely. I play with them under cover of water for as long as I think I can get away with it. Soon enough, I shift the fabric back in place without tightening the laces and climb back on board. Bob gawks at my protruding buds but doesn't say anything. His stare makes them stiffer, if that's possible. He manages to stammer that the fish caught isn't big enough to keep, so we'll have to go home empty handed. I suggest another beer as consolation.

While I'm leaning over the cooler, I give in to the temptation nagging at me since last night. I lean forward enough that the front of my top falls away from my breasts. They swing lewdly, completely exposed, areola and all. So there, I think. Now all the men in the family have seen my tits. I avoid eye contact, however. I can't let Bob see how turned I am by flashing my boyfriend's father. I hand over the beer and lie down on my stomach to sun my back.

I can feel the weight of Bob's stare for several minutes. Finally, he tells me that I'm now the one needing sunscreen. Before I can object (not that I would!), his hands are covered in lotion and roaming the exposed areas of my back and shoulders. He massages for a good long time; I sigh contentedly. I'm this close to turning over and letting him rub my lonely titties when I feel his hand slip into the space between the top edge of my swimsuit bottoms and my skin. Ever so lightly, he brushes the back of his hand over my ass, pausing briefly in its cleft. I have an involuntary reaction to the marvelous sensation, wriggling my ass into his hand. He turns it over and softly palms my cheeks one at a time. Dear God, I won't be able to take much more. I have to think of Mark. I sigh sadly, "Enough." Bob withdraws his hand with only the smallest of hesitation. We finish our beers exchanging guiltily smiles.

Once back to the house, I head for the shower to wash away the sunscreen and sweat. In the hot steam, I find myself thinking about how much my missing Mark has made me cross some boundaries I shouldn't. I'm really glad I'll see him tomorrow; we have a lot of time to make up. It then naturally occurs to me that I should shave my pussy if I want to be smooth for our reunion! 

I find my razor, put a foot onto the edge of the tub, and begin the delicate work. Just as I begin, I notice the door is ajar. Too soapy to get out and close it, I check the mirror to see if the coast is clear. Oh, no, Steve is in his room, and he has a direct line of sight right through the gap between the shower curtain and the wall. I watch him in the mirror, hoping he's not paying attention. The only thing to do is to make this quick. Holding up my tits with one arm so I can see below, I work around my mound, hoping the steam will obscure the view. Of course, no good comes of rushing a shaving job around one's tender lips. I slow down, working carefully around the folds. My fingers, warmed by the hot water, feel amazing next to my opening. Here I go again; I can't help myself. I insert two fingers inside. My index finger and thumb continue to hold the labia apart for the razor so I can finish the job. I'm clean, finally. Now that I can put down the blade, I begin to work on my clit with purpose. It's useless to think otherwise: I know Steve can see me. I know he's watching. I can't stop myself. I bring myself off, leaning on the tiles of the wall for stability. I grab a tit and squeeze, biting back my moans of pleasure. The second I'm recovered, I grab a towel, get out of the tub - and out of Steve's sightline. I doubt if I'd feel so disconcerted if I'd just masturbated in front of a stranger, but my cheeks burn knowing that I've done so in front of Mark's brother. Another line I shouldn't have crossed.

At supper, Bob tells me he plans to leave by 4:30 am. Ugh. That's earlier than I am usually conscious, but I can't object. "Would you mind if I sleep on the way?" I ask. 

"No, I'll have Stevie to make conversation." Steve is going with us, huh? Yikes. Well, I guess it doesn't matter. We play a few hands of cards after dessert, after which Bob and Ann go off to bed. Steve turns on the television to the baseball game. We watch in silence. 

After a few minutes, the unmistakable sounds of a creaking bed reach us. After another minute, the groans and urgings of passion follow. I look over at Steve; he grins. "You get used to it," he says. This is new to me. I can't imagine being privy to my parents' sex life. I can't imagine ever getting used to it.

When their dirty talk grows from muffled sounds to full-throated shouting of "Harder! Fuck me! Oh, Fuck me!" I bury my face in my hands and giggle. I'd suspected Bob was a bit of a dog, but I had no idea Ann was such a tiger! When I look back up at Steve, he's staring at me with no expression of embarrassment. His hand is in his lap, lightly stroking. Holy cow, is he turned on by listening to his parents bang? Again, I can't even imagine it.

After a bit, the sounds diminish and stop altogether. I leave Steve to the ballgame (both of them!) and go up to my own room to pack and turn in. For such an early departure time, I decide on a traveling outfit of flouncy knit shorts and a sweatshirt of Mark's. It's a bulky jersey, too small for him now, from which I've cut off the bottom few inches so that it comes to my waist, removed most of the sleeves, and widened the crew neck into a more feminine shape, one that exposes a shoulder. I love that the fabric is so thick, because it allows me to go braless without causing a public stir. And a long drive like we're facing is no time to be bound up in brastraps. I climb into bed and set the alarm.

It rings, way too early. Forgoing a shower and a shampoo, I do a quick wash-up. I put perfumed lotion on my arms and breasts, to avoid a heavy dose of cologne that might choke the occupants of the car. Ann isn't up yet; there's no breakfast. Bob is making coffee, but it's too early for me even for that. He says we'll stop for a bite after a couple hours of driving, which suits me fine. Steve stumbles in to the kitchen, buries his face in my shoulder and murmurs, "Mm, you smell good."

Breaking away, I offer to help loading the SUV. Once done, I leave a note thanking Ann for her hospitality and leave myself a memo on my phone to send her flowers.

"Kara, why don't you ride shotgun?" Steve suggests. "I want to stretch my legs in the back. You can recline if you want to sleep." We bundle into the vehicle and sally forth.

After a few minutes of idle conversation of routes and our plans once we get home, the rhythm of the road in the darkness makes me drowsy. I drop the seat back into a near-flat recline and, half listening to Bob and Steve chat, doze off. 

I begin to dream of Mark and the naughtiness we'll get up to as soon as I'm back in his arms. I long to have him tongue my pussy and suck my clit in that amazing way he does. I can't wait to have his cock in me.

I have no idea how much time has passed, but a blast from an air horn wakes me up with a start. I open my eyes and, after adjusting for the now-bright sunlight, find myself looking straight up into the leering face of a semi driver. He's bouncing in his seat, grinning and flashing a thumbs-up. It's then that I realize my cropped top has shifted up over my breasts, which are naked and on full view of the trucker. My right hand is nestled between my pale tits, which is my usual sleep posture and undoubtedly the explanation for why my top is no longer covering me. I'm still in a sleepy daze, but I can tell that both Bob and Steve are enjoying the same show the trucker so admires. As I leave my sexy dream and come to full consciousness, the erotic charge of the situation in which I now find myself hits me, hard. I do nothing to cover up. Instead, I stretch like a cat in a sunbeam and smile back at the trucker.

Steve leans over me as if he's a dentist and I'm in for treatment. He slides my shirt off over my head, stroking my right tit. Bob reaches over to stroke my left. "Geez, Dad. I guess she does like an audience!" His hand moves down underneath the waistband of my shorts and begins feeling for the pussy I'd shaved for his brother.

"You're Mark's family!" I state the obvious, neither expecting them to stop, nor wanting them to. 

"Mm, yeah. Funny, that. Mark never mentioned you're a show-off." Steve counters, probing my pussy as I squirm.

"Why wouldn't he tell us such a thing?" Bob wonders, still playing with my tit. "That's the kind of thing he'd tell us."

"He doesn't know!" The words were out before I could stop them. Both men gasp and hoot in delight.

"What do you mean, 'he doesn't know'?" asks Steve. His hand comes out of my pussy just long enough to push the front of my shorts down. Now my bald pussy, and Steve's hand in it, is completely visible to the trucker, who catches my eye and licks his lips. A spasm of arousal overtakes me and I arch my back at him. "How does he NOT know what kind of girl he's with?"

"I stopped when we started dating," I finally admit. 

"Stopped?" asks Bob.

"Flashing. I stopped flashing." Before we'd met, I often got my jollies by displaying to strangers. My satisfaction with my sex life with Mark put that aspect of my desires aside. But now, I find myself panting, my pussy dripping under Steve's hand and the trucker's gaze. I spread my legs, putting the lie to what I'd just said. I haven't stopped flashing at all. I like it. I fucking love it. 

I reach back to grab the back of Steve's head, pulling him into a tongue-wagging French kiss. Then I nod towards the trucker. "Show him."

Bob barks a laugh. "Ha! Ain't this something! Kara's keeping dirty little secrets from my boy!" He hits the horn in glee. Steve pinches a nipple and sticks his tongue in my ear. This is another thing Mark does that drives me nuts. I conclude he's told Steve about it. Apparently, he doesn't have any secrets from his family. Apparently, now I don't either.


Lake House



"Come here and suck my dick," Bob directs, pulling his erect member through his fly. "Show him that sweet ass." I get up on my knees facing Bob, and kneel into his lap. This is the same cock I heard being slammed into Ann last night, and now I'm going to suck it, right here in front of Steve and the trucker. As I shift my legs, Steve pulls off my shorts and thong to exposing the ass Bob groped yesterday to the window. I put my lips to Bob's dick, trembling. I kiss it lightly. "Ahhh, that's such a good girl. Suck Daddy's dick." My tongue circles the head, covering it with my saliva. I'm actually drooling. When Steve puts three fingers into my pussy, I rock forward onto Bob's rod, taking it all the way down my throat. The trucker hits his horn for encouragement. Then Steve grabs a hanging breast like a ripe grapefruit from a tree, flicking my aching nipple back and forth. I start coming, humming my moans of ecstasy onto Bob's dick. The vibration of my voice tips him over, and he gushes into my mouth. It's saltier than Mark's come, I notice. While I pulse in my own orgasm, I lap up the bit that has dribbled out of my mouth and back onto Bob's shaft. Still, I'm hungry for more.

It's amazing that we haven't driven off the road. Something tells me Bob's gotten road head before!

I sit up on my legs, twisting back to the window. The trucker has his own dick in his hand, showing off for us. I grab my tits to play for him. When I bring a nipple to my mouth and lick it, I can hear him holler. It pleases me when I see a ropy jet of white leap towards his windshield. A few miles later at the next exit, he peels down the off ramp, waving goodbye with a goofy grin. 

I look back into the back seat to see Steve with his pants around his ankles. His cock is in hand, and it's a beauty. He's also shaved his balls, which is something I keep hoping Mark will do. He beckons me with a nod. I clamber over the reclined backrest onto the bench seat.

"Come on, Kara, show Dad your pretty pussy. Your pretty bald snatch. Let him get a good view, like you showed me yesterday," Steve dirty-talks. I kneel in front of him to take his cock in my mouth, and stick my ass in the air. He reaches around to play with my pussy again, separating the lips to give Bob a better view. I suck on him for a minute, enjoying his hardness so soon after Bob's. Just then, he pulls me off and turns me around. He sticks his dick into my creaming cunt, grabbing my tits to make me lean back into him. "Hey, Dad, get a load of these bouncing beauties!" he says as we hit a patch of rough pavement. My tits are indeed bouncing like crazy, even more so when Steve starts thrusting into me. I begin rubbing my clit with a fury. Bob sees all of this in the rearview mirror. It's the dream I had the other night made real; I'm fucking his son while Bob watches. 

I come again, even harder than before, shrieking "Oh, fuck me!" just as Ann did the night before. Steve unloads into my hungry pussy with a grunt. He pulls out, leaving me sitting spreadlegged on his lap, displayed for his father. 

I love being naked like this, in daylight, in public. I know I shouldn't be fucking my boyfriend's father and brother, but my arousal has trumped my sense of boundaries. I glance outside, to see if anyone else has noticed the steamy scene in our car. I want more people to watch.

At this point, Bob announces that we're going to stop for breakfast. I move to find my shirt, but Steve stops me. "Oh, no, sweetie. You stay just like that." I put a breast to his mouth. He sucks my nipple greedily. Bob pulls into a rest area, parking along the tree line away from other cars. He bounds out to collect food and drinks, while Steve and I continue stroking each other's naked bodies. When he returns we finish our food in short order, eager to get back to play. 

At this point, Bob gets out of the front seat and makes a gesture towards some guys using a nearby picnic table. He tells us he met a couple of workmen while waiting in line, inviting them to witness more fun. Joining Steve and me in the back seat, he pulls off his pants, posing me so that one leg drapes over Steve's legs, and the other over Bob's. My dripping pussy is wide open. The workmen approach the window and lean in. Bob and Steve busy themselves playing with my tits, cupping them and hefting them, showing them off to our new audience. Bob dips a hand to my twat and begins playing with the folds and crevices. I start writhing. One of the workmen asks if he can cop a feel. I leave my perch to lean my naked knockers out the window. Bob takes the chance to move behind me and position his dick at my pussy. As he thrusts, the workmen outside grab my tits and lick my nipples. Steve slides over on the seat close enough for me to take his cock in my hand. Bob comes first, combining his come with his son's. Steve starts spurting next, getting his jizz in my hair and on my face. I wipe it up with my fingers, deposit it onto my nipples, and offer them to the men at the window. "Suck those titties," I urge. "Eat that come." If the workers have any objection to ingesting another man's seed, they don't show it. The air is filled with the smells and sounds of sex. 

Bob pulls me back in to kiss me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. Steve moves in to eat my pussy. Eating his own father's come seems to excite him; he probes my hole to scoop out every drop. When done with that, he moves to my clit and begins sucking on it like a wet vac. If I didn't know better, I'd swear it was Mark, so used to that technique of his am I. Soon enough, I'm in the middle of my next orgasm, bucking and shrieking loudly enough that the workmen look around to see if I'm drawing any more of a crowd.

After a few minutes recovery, the workmen drift away, giggling, high-fiving each other, and stroking their dicks through their pants. Bob stops kissing me, finding his own pants to put back on. Steve takes over the kissing; neither of us wants to get dressed.

"We should get started home," Bob says. "It's not much farther."

"If we hurry, we can get there before Mark is home from work," Steve says mischievously. "Maybe we should show him what a dirty girl he's got." Laughing, I shut him up by sticking my tit in his mouth.

On the other hand, the idea of showing off to my boyfriend is more than a little exciting. Plus, I'm sure there's a thing or two Mark and I could show his family, and wouldn't that be fun! 

I climb back into the shotgun seat and stretch my naked self out. Bob revs the engine. Stroking his crotch, I smile. "Ooh, Daddy, " I moan. "Let's go!"



Lake House Love



The trip down to the lake house was long. Two cars, three people per car, including my sister and I were all going down for my 18th birthday. My sister, Haley, was turning 17 the following month, so the birthday party was both for me and her.

My friends Kyle and Seth were in one car with Haley's friend Jenna and I was driving the other with my sister and Kyle's girlfriend Virginia. We were packed tight with food, luggage, sleeping bags and lots of alcohol.

I looked over at Virginia sitting in the passengers seat. Her black hair blowing back in the wind gave the illusion she was flying. Haley, in back, was listening to her old Sum41 album on her ipod.

"We're almost there. Just one more hour to go." I said.

"I can't wait. We should really get wasted tonight!" Virginia replied, her head turned towards me.

I looked back at her. Her face was covered by her sunglasses, but it was pretty much well known that she was a good-looking girl.

"No doubt. A trip this long deserves a celebration. Well, that and my birthday."

"Good." She said, "That means we can get wasted twice this weekend."

We finally arrived, 2 and a half hours later around 7:30 P.M. and immediately unpacked both cars. As soon as we were settled in, Kyle and I started preparing a bond fire while Haley and Virginia prepared some food and Seth and Jenna were probably gone to make out in the woods.

A few hours went buy and just the right buzz of alcohol had settled in. The fire was nice, the marshmellows were good and the jokes seemed quite funnier than they actually were.

I was sitting on a lawn chair and Haley was lying in front of me, her head settled against my legs I had put up in front of me. 

"What are the sleeping arrangements for tonight?" She asked.

"Well, I thought about it. We only have 3 beds, so Jenna and Seth can sleep in the Queen, Virginia and Kyle can have the small mattress downstairs and we can sleep in the other bed across from them." I answered back.

"What, you mean us together? In the same bed?" She asked.

"Well, yeah. Why, you have a problem with that?"

"Aw, gross! I don't wanna' sleep in the same bed as my brother. That's just weird."

"Oh God! Take it easy, there's nothing weird about it. I won't fondle you for Christ sakes!" I later regretted saying that. It was quite innapropriate, I know, but I just thought she was over-reacting.

"Oh my God!" She shouted, "I'm not fuckin' sleeping in the same bed as you, and that's final!"

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes.

"What do you propose, then?"

"I don't know. Why don't I sleep with V?" She suggested.

V was the nickname we had given Kyle's girlfriend, Virginia. 

That's when Kyle interrupted.

"No way, there's no way in hell your brother and I are sleeping in the same bed." He said.

I didn't mind him saying that at all. There was no way in hell I was gonna' sleep in the same bed as my best friend either.

"Dude, if you don't mind", he said, "why don't you just sleep with V and I'll sleep in the same bed as your sister?"

My heart suddenly stopped and I prayed to God they didn't notice my sudden change of facial expressions. I had had an eye on Virginia ever since I was 16. Unfortunately, I had fallen into the infamous "friend" zone and I guess she never realized I had feelings for her. I never had a problem with my best friend dating her, however. They had been going out for a year and to me, it was just nice to finally have the chance to get over her. There were just no chances of us ever coming together, so it was a good chance to move on. 

But now, I had the opportunity to sleep in the same bed as her and I wasn't sure if I could ever pull off a whole 9 hours alone with her without doing anything stupid... especially under the influence of alcohol (although I wasn't anywhere close to being poor-judgementally drunk and neither was anyone else).

Everyone was staring at me, waiting for my response, but I was still undecided. I had been trying so hard to forget about her and move on, I didn't want to throw all that effort away. But at the same time, a big part of me wanted to spend the night alone with her. I knew the chances of anything happening were infinitesimally small. She was quite loyal to Kyle even though their relationship together was in the middle of a rough spot. And besides, Kyle was my best friend and I didn't want to risk losing that too.

"I don't know. You and my sister?" I asked reluctantly.

"Well it's better if HE fondles me rather than you, don't you think?" Replied Haley.

As soon as she said it, it was easy to notice she wished she hadn't. Virginia's head turned straight towards Haley and she gave her "the look".

"Don't worry, dude," Replied Kyle, "She's your sister and I'm your best friend. Nothing'll happen. And I trust you with V, and her with you. Besides, you'll be right next to us, if anything happens, you'll know." He added with a laugh.

"So it's settled," Virginia said, "Haley and Kyle sleep together right across from me and him." 

She was looking at me, the light from the fire lighting up her green eyes. My head was racing with thoughts and I was filled with mixed feelings and emotions.

"Why don't we all just sleep downstairs?" Seth suggested, "Like that we can all chat and whatnot before going to bed."

"And how do you plan on bringing the Queen-sized bed downstairs?" Kyle asked.

"We can just get two of us to grab the mattress and bring it down. No need to bring the whole bed." He answered.

So it was decided, we were all going to sleep downstairs. I felt a little reassured but I was still nervous and reluctant about sleeping with Virginia.

The night ended a few minutes later and we all started heading inside. While Kyle and Seth brought the mattress into the basement, Jenna and I made the beds. Jenna was a cute girl. She had been dating Seth since just last week but they were both madly in love which got on Haley's nerves. Jenna was her best friend but it seemed she was always off with Seth. 

When we were done making the beds, Jenna went upstairs and I slipped my PJ pants on and put on another t-shirt. The collar was still a little wet from left over water that was on my neck after taking a shower. Jenna and Seth were outside doing whatever (I didn't really want to know anyways), Kyle was upstairs making food, Haley was watching TV and chatting with Kyle and Jenna, and Virginia was taking a shower. Myself, I was now sitting quietly on my bed in the basement thinking everything over. I was still confused and nervous.

I got up quickly when I saw someone was coming down. It was Virginia. She was wearing a white tank top and pink pajama bottoms. Her wet black hair had made a see-through stain on her shoulder, just missing her right breast. I immediately turned away as to not look at it. She came over to me.

"Well, this'll be a first, eh," she said, "Me and you sleeping together." She smiled and was looking straight up at me.

I laughed a little, nervous laugh.

"Yeah, it'll definately be a first." was all I managed to get out. Her beautiful green eyes felt like knives to my heart and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to be flustered.

"I think I'll go to bed, I'm getting pretty tired." I said.

"Ok, I'll try not to wake you up when I get in." She replied.

I woke up some time after that when I heard commotion upstairs. The whole room was dark. It was past 2:00 A.M., I had been asleep for almost forty minutes. It was Virginia and Kyle having another arguement. 

Kyle had told me some time ago, when he and V had first split up that he had the desire to be free. He told me had had so many chances to sleep with other women since he had been going out with V that he couldn't bare being restrained to just her. Two days after they had broken up, he had had a threeway with an ex-girlfriend and her best friend in his shower and he had slepped with another girl at a club 3 days later. After that week, he had started going out with V again but had sworn me to secrecy. Unfortunately for him, Virginia suspected something had gone on after finding a make-up kit in his room that wasn't hers.

I could overhear Virginia telling him she couldn't believe he could be so cold-hearted, that she felt so betrayed, and all Kyle managed to relpy was "Quiet, you'll wake everyone up."

A few minutes later, Kyle came down slowly and went straight to bed, being careful not to wake Haley up. Virginia stayed upstairs and I fell back asleep. I woke up again when I felt Virginia getting in. I could tell she had been crying. I could hear her still sniffling and her breathing seemed a little heavy. I asked her if she'd rather sleep alone. I offered to go upstairs and sleep on the floor with covers and sleeping bags under me. She said it was ok, that she'd rather not be alone. I turned my back to her to at least give her the most privacy possible. She was curled up in a ball and I could still hear here sniffling. 

She turned her head around over her shoulder and quietly asked me if I could scratch her back to help her fall asleep. My eyes shot open and again, my heart started pounding, but I turned over towards her and started scrathing her back. When I thought she was asleep, I stopped and fell back asleep.

Again, I woke up and realized Virginia was no longer next to me. I guessed she was probably upstairs talking things out with Kyle when I realized Kyle was still in bed. I looked at the time. It was 3:20 A.M. and everyone seemed to be fast asleep. I got out of bed and went upstairs to get a glass of water. When I put my cup next to the sink, I noticed V was on the wharf down by the lake, sitting alone, her feet in the water. 

I felt really bad for her. Every single boyfriend she had ever gone out with had cheated on her. I had assured her that Kyle wasn't like that when they first started going out. I was wrong, but I really didn't expect Kyle to have a sudden change of heart. He had been madly in love with her almost a year before they finally ended up together.

I debated for a few seconds if I should leave her alone or if I should go down and talk to her. I always seemed to have a good friendship with V in the past. She would easily open up to me and, in fact, that's how I ended up finding out she too had feelings for Kyle, almost a year ago. So I decided to go down and see her.

I brought a big blanket with me and a hoodie so I wouldn't be cold and we could sit on the blanket instead of one the cold, wet wharf. When I got there, I noticed she was surprised to see me. 

"You wanna' talk?" I asked her.

She tapped the wharf with her hand, signaling me to sit next to her. I put the blanket down and sat.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"It's Kyle. He fuckin' cheated on me."

I looked down. I felt even worse. I had known about this for almost 2 months but hadn't ever said anything. I was caught between two of my best friend's at the time but had promised Kyle I wouldn't say anything.

"I'm really sorry. I never would've thought-"

"No, me neither," she said, crying, "I was surprised when he broke up with me last month, but I never thought it was to go out and fuck some dumb whores."

"Listen, V. I know this is hard for you. If you want to, I can always bring you back home." I assured her.

She nodded gently, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.

"Thanks," She said faintly and looked at me. Even when she was crying, she was still beautiful, "Thanks for everything. You've been a great friend in the past years."

Friend. That single word had cursed me for the last three years. It resonated in my head.

"I'm glad I met you," She continued, "You're always there when I need you and I've never properly thanked you."

"Hey, it's my pleasure. You're my friend and I care deeply for you." I told her.

I gently rubbed her back to comfort her.

"You're a great girl and you'll make a good guy happy one day. Don't worry about Kyle, I'll have a talk with him. You deserve better than that." I told her. 

I took my hoodie off and put it around her. She slipped into it and I helped her zip it up.

She looked at me and gave me a hug. Her head rest on my chest and I hugged her back. She thanked me again.

"You're hearts beating really fast," She said, lifting her head away, "Why?"

I tried to think of an excuse, but couldn't seem to say anything, so I just put my head down and stared at my legs.

She just stared at me.

"..."

"Listen, V..." my head started spinning. I was about to tell her how I felt about her but just couldn't seem to get the words out.

"What? What is it?" She asked.

I sighed, then looked up at the stars.

"I'm glad I met you too." I said, and placed my hand on top of hers.

Our eyes connected and I suddenly felt I could look at her without my heart racing or having angry butterflies in my stomach. No, now the feeling was different. I still had butterflies, but they seemed pleasant now. My voice wasn't shaky anymore and I could look at her without having to look away. 

She looked at me with a curious look in her eye, as if she was unsure about something.

"Do you like me?" She asked.

Confused and somewhat unsure why she was asking this, my head stepped back.

"Well, of course I like you, you know that." I said.

"No," She continued, "Do you LIKE me?"

I suddenly realized what she was asking. Every instinct in my body was too answer "No, not like that." But I couldn't lie to her.

"Listen, Virginia. I like you. I like you as a friend, as a person and as a buddy, I always have. You're smart, you're funny, you're beautiful, gorgeous, even. And even though you've always been popular at school, you're not as superficial as others, you care about people. You're a great girl, V. So to answer your question..." I looked up at her and stared her straight in the eyes, "Yes, I love you."

As soon as the words came out, things seemed to have gone dead silent. She kept looking at me, still with that unsure look in her eyes.

"So is that why you care so much for me?" She asked.

"Oh no! Don't get me wrong, even if I didn't have those feelings for you, I'd still care about you. Like I said, you're a great person inside and out and you deserve more than what people give you." I assured her.

She was still looking at me with the same look. I couldn't bare it much longer, it was killing me. Why did she seem so curious or unsure? 

Suddenly, without expecting it at all, she leaned towards me and kissed me. My immediate response was to kiss her back, but when I came to my senses I gently pulled away.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have done that."

"It wasn't you, it was me." She said.

I looked at her, confused.

"V, you can't play with me like this." I said.

"What? What do you mean?" She asked, obviously confused.

"You can't make me believe there's something between us if there isn't. You just broke up with Kyle, how do I know you're not just getting back at him or something?"

"So that's what you think of me? You think I'd toy with people just to get back at my ex-boyfriend?" I had evidently insulted her.

"No, I don't think it would be deliberate. But love's a strong emotion and can make people do things they might not ordinarily do." I said.

"You're thinking of alcohol." She replied.

"No, I'm not," I said, "Love and alcohol can both make you feel great or can both make you feel like death. And they can both cloud your judgement. So I have to know. Please don't do this if you don't really want to."

She smiled and just looked at me for a while.

"Look... I've never properly thanked you for all you've done for me. And maybe because you've always been like the great friend I never had, I never realized how I really felt towards you," She answered, "But I see now how much you've always been there when I needed you. There's no reason why I couldn't love you back."

As she said this, she leaned towards me and kissed me again. I was in ecstacy. It felt like time had stopped and our kissing was the only thing happening. For that moment, I saw nothing else around me but her. I gently put my hand on the side of her face and kissed her. I then slowly leaned toward her and as I did, she leaned back until she was on her back. I leaned over on top of her and kissed her some more, caressing her waist and thighs. She wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed for what felt like hours on the big blanket on the wharf as I caressed her thighs and ass. She had a perfect figure. I don't mean to be judgemental of others when I say this, however, she had a really nice ass. 

As I caressed her fine bottom, she started tugging at my pajamas. Knowing what she wanted to do, I started taking my shirt off and she took my hoodie off. We kept kissing and I slowly took her pink pajamas off as she took mine off too. She was wearing nothing underneath so I started to rub her clit and play with it. Her breathing got a little bit heavier and she started gently stroking my cock. We masturbated each other for a little while until I took her white tanktop off, revealing a beautiful pair of firm breasts. Perfectly shaped. They weren't huge, but nor were they tiny. She probably wears a size B cup (I later found out she wears 32B). I fingered her and played with her clitoris with one hand and massaged her breasts with the other. 

Her breathing had now started turning to soft moans and I knew she was starting to get hotter and hotter so I started going down her body, kissing her breasts and her belly on my way down until I reached her clit and started eating her out. She immediately responded with a hip thrust and her moaning suddenly got louder. I fingered her as I licked and sucked on her clit, her hands pushing my face deeper into her as she raised her hips.

"Oh God! Oh God fuck me! Right now! Fuck me now." She said, breathing heavily and moaning.

So I came back up, kissing her belly and sucking on her beautiful, average-sized tits, and then french kissed her.

I grabbed my cock and slowly pushed it into her. As soon as I penetrated, I started fucking her faster and faster in the missionary position. Her legs were raised in the air and she wrapped them around me. I kept fucking her with hard thrusts. I worried for a second that I might have been a little too rough, but my worries were cast away when she started crying "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

So I kept pounding her beautiful self until she asked me to stop. I got off of her and she turned around so she was lying on her stomach and told me to take her from behind.

I got on top of her again, put my cock in her pussy and started fucking her from behind. She was lying flat on her stomach, her legs straight and I was ramming her beautiful pussy. I leaned on top of her completely and grabed her hands with mine, wrapping my fingers around hers and kissed her back, then her neck, then the back of her right ear, still pounding her. We were no longer being careful to stay quite as to not wake anyone up. It seemed as if the rest of the world didn't exist. She was obviously too pleased to stay quite anyways. Her moaning was almost turning into screams.

I kept fucking her when I felt I was about to cross the point of no return. I quickly realized that it may not be safe to come inside her and I didn't have time to rush to the lake to spray my load, so I pulled out and somewhat paniced.

"It's ok, I'm on the pill! Fuck me! Keep fucking the shit out of me!" She said.

So I stuck my cock back into her and kept fucking her and sank my whole dick inside her when I blew my load of cum into her beautiful pussy. Still towering over her, panting heavily, just as she was, I kissed her back. She turned her head to look at me over her right should and I kissed her, our tongues caressing each other.

I got off of her and collapsed to her right. I stared into her beautiful, green eyes. She smiled back at me and just seemed to stare at me. She pushed her head forward and kissed me.




Lake House Love



"Thanks," She said, "again.."

"No, Virginia. Thank YOU." I replied. 

I crept up next to her and she turned around so she'd be on her back and I kissed her neck, massaged her breasts again and rubbed her belly. She turned towards me and we kissed for the next 5 minutes.

After, I got up, put my t-shirt and pajamas on and brought her clothes back to her.

"It may be a good idea not to tell everyone what just happened, V," I said, "it may be too soon, especially for Kyle."

"Yeah, you're right," She answered, "but this wasn't a one time thing, was it? Cause I do care for you."

I lay down next to her and looked at her.

"Hey! I love you. I wouldn't use you as a one night stand." I assured her.

She put her head between my right arm and my chest and fell asleep. Not much later, I did too.

The next morning, when I awoke, I woke Virginia up too. We went back into the lake house, entered quietly and went downstairs to bed. The following morning, no one suspected a thing, Kyle didn't even realize Virginia had ever even left.

Today, Virginia and I are dating. I see her everyday and tell her I love her constantly. I never would have thought this would ever be, but fate proved me wrong. Kyle and I are still buddies, he's going out with another chick anyways. I, however, wouldn't ever even think of cheating on V. Besides, I can fuck a goddess everyday anyways, sometimes twice... there's no reason to look anywhere else. I love her. 



Lake House Virgin



Author's Note: 

I'd like to thank my editor, Rip_isback, for his expert editing and advice.




Lake House Virgin:

I had just finished jerking off and I was lying here on my bed trying to piece together "What went wrong; why am I still a virgin at eighteen?" I am a pretty good looking dude if I do say so myself; 6'2" tall, dark wavy hair, blue eyes, handsome face, athletic build. I work on my body; lifting at the gym, running and biking. Why couldn't I have scored at least once during high school? High school is over now, I just graduated last week. My chance to score during those four influential years is over. 

Ok, I admit it to myself, ' I'm a little shy when it comes to girls. A LITTLE! You think!' The other half of my brain chided my first half. It's like I have two minds, one half of my brain thinks one way and is always trying to tell the other half what to do. The trouble is, I can't figure out which half is which, right or left? One half is bold and wants action, the other half is timid and reserved. The reserved half usually wins for some reason. I spent my whole school career afraid of rejection. There, I said it, 'I'm afraid of rejection.' I need to get over this somehow. This fear of rejection has cost me dearly. 

Oh, I know there are other 18 year old virgins, I just never thought as myself as one of them.

I don't know why I hadn't had any girlfriends in school. I just never fit in with any of the cliques at school, I was always a loner. Sure I had a few friends, but they were no help getting me laid as they are virgins themselves.

There is a knock on my bedroom door, "Robert? You in there?"

"Yes."

"Can I come in? Are you decent?"

I pull my shorts up, "Yes."

My mother walks in to my bedroom, "I just got off the phone with my sister. Your Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ted want you to spend the summer with them at their lake house."

"It's my last summer before college," I say a little annoyed that someone is planning my time. 

"So? That's a no then? Fine, I'll call her back and tell her you said no. What are you going to do around here? Get a Job?"

"I always work during the summer. I wanted to take this summer off; it's the last one before college."

"So you are just going to mope around here all summer?" My mother says with a displeased look. 

"Your Uncle Ted wants to pay you to work on the lake cottage and the boat house."

"He has plenty of money, why does he need to pay me? He can hire anyone he wants to do the work."

"And he wants to hire you. Your Uncle Ted wants to spend time with you before you go off to college."

"Uncle Ted wants to spend time with me? He's never home, he's always traveling." 

"Your Aunt Kathy wants to spend time with you too. Look, you don't have to go. You're eighteen now, it's your life, just give it some thought. Maybe spend a few weeks or a month with them. It's nice at the lake; you'll never know if you don't go, but you might actually have a good time."

My mother was right, it was nice at the lake. I've always enjoyed staying there with my aunt and uncle; and the fishing, swimming, and sailing is first rate. I needed to get laid, and there wasn't much chance of that around here. All the girls around here were the same ones I've seen in school. They have me labeled – loser. Maybe I should spend the summer at the lake, there are always girls around in bikinis. I could make a fresh start, one last stab at it before college. God I dread the thought of going to college a virgin. I fear the longer this goes on the worse it will get.

"Ok, I'll go to the lake. When do they want me?"

"Aunt Kathy said anytime you want to come out is fine with them. I'll call her tomorrow and arrange something. I can drive you this weekend."

"No, I want to drive myself. Can I borrow the old Honda?" The Honda was a 13 year old Honda Civic that my mother had before my father bought her a new one. They've been keeping it for me, but they haven't officially given it to me yet, forcing me to ask to use it.

"I'll ask your father, but I don't see why not. You just need to promise not to drink and drive."

"I'm only eighteen. I can go to war and have sex, but I can't legally drink," I say sarcastically.

"I wasn't born yesterday Robert. If you want alcohol, you'll find a way to get it. I mean it, No driving if you've been drinking, period."

The drive out to the lake is exhilarating. It's a four hour drive to Lake Pothos, named after the Greek God of sexual longing, how apropos is that? I feel free speeding along the highway. I've mostly only driven around town, a little on the highway when my father was teaching me to drive, but not much. 

The speed of the car is intoxicating, the windows are open, the hot summer air is blasting in and it's refreshing. I feel good about making the decision to go to the lake for the summer; already I'm daydreaming of girls in bikinis hitting on me – 'hey stud, wanna fuck?' Damn, I wish it was that easy.

I can feel my cock stiffening; a sense of freedom often has that affect on me; that coupled with the daydreaming I'm doing. I have on a loose pair of cotton gym shorts with no underwear. My 7 and a half inch cock is now poking out the bottom of my gym shorts. I grab my cock and wank it a little. Man could I use a jerk off right now. I contemplate jerking off while driving, but the trucks going by can see down into my little car, this keeps me in check. Oh, what do to? I really want to jerk off. I see a sign for a rest area 2 miles ahead and think 'perfect'. I come up to the rest area and pull off the road. There is a quiet area where no other cars are parked, I head over there and park the car. I grab my cock and start to have my way with myself. Man does this feel good. I really need to cum. I grab some napkins out of the glove box, just in time as I spew my load into the napkins. Oh, that feels so good. I just sit there for a while basking, lost in a daydream. I look at my watch, a half hour went by, I had better hit the road. 

As I drive on I'm thinking about my uncle hiring me to work on his cottage. I can't figure out why he wants to hire me? He has so much money, he could hire the best contractor money can buy. My mother says it's his way of giving me money for college. She thinks he doesn't want to just give me the money; he wants me to work for it. I'm fine with that, I don't mind working outside in the summer, and I rather enjoy it. Uncle Ted is an executive for an international company, he makes tons of money and travels all over the world for his work, and he'll be gone most of the summer most likely. 

I pull into the lake house driveway just about dinner time. Aunt Kathy comes out of the cottage door and greets me.

"How was the drive out?" she asks. 

"Fine, no problems. Where is Uncle Ted?"

"He's taking a nap, come on in, do you need help with your luggage?"

"No, I can get it," I say as I pull my duffel bag from the back seat. "I packed light, it's summer, I didn't think I'd need much." 

"Shorts and tee shirts mostly, the weather has been great so far," Aunt Kathy says as she leads me into the cottage and up to the guestroom.

"I'll let you get unpacked. There are clean towels in the bathroom for you if you want to freshen up. I'll be in the kitchen getting dinner ready."

I come downstairs after settling in to find dinner is almost ready. My Uncle Ted is up from his nap and comes over to shake my hand and says, "So glad you came out Robert, it's going to be a great summer. Our house is your house; you may come and go as you please. I only ask one thing, if you go out and party with the locals, don't drive if you've been drinking. Call us anytime, day or night, we'll come and get you, no questions asked."

"My mother told me the same thing." I said. 

"Smart lady, your mother."

"What needs to be done on the cottage?" I ask.

"I just had a new roof put on and the cottage painted. The painters painted everything except the windows and trim. I need you to scrape and re-chalk the windows, then paint them along with the rest of the house trim. The same thing needs to be done with the boathouse. I have to go out of town tomorrow for a few weeks. I have all the tools, the paint, and supplies in the garage. If you need anything else, your Aunt Kathy will get it for you, just let her know."

The boathouse has always been a special place for me. When I visited in the past I loved hanging out in and around the boat house. My Uncle has an old wooden 1947 Chris-Craft runabout in the boathouse. That boat is immaculate, all varnished wood with leather seats. It has a 92 horse power Chrysler inboard engine. Whenever my family visited, Uncle Ted would always take us out for runs down the lake, it was magical. The boathouse is right on the water and he would drive that wooden runabout right in and out of the boathouse. There are docks attached to the boathouse where a small sailboat was always tied up. If the wind was up, Uncle Ted would take Mom, Aunt Kathy and me sailing. My father doesn't like the water; he would hang out in the house reading while Uncle Ted took us out. Also tied to the dock is a beat up runabout, a 16 foot fiberglass open bow boat with a 75 hp outboard. That boat was nothing special, it is just a work horse of a boat, but it's a fun boat to blast around the lake in. As I got older, starting around 15, my Uncle would let me take out the old beat up runabout or the sailboat by myself. I've never gotten to take out the Chris-Craft myself though; he's too protective of that thing. 

There are canoes and rowboats tied up to the dock also; anyone who can swim can take them out. I've always enjoyed the lake; this summer should be no different.

"You can work when you want, you'll have all summer. Make use of the boats, I know you like to fish and sail." Uncle Ted is telling me as he hands me a drink. "Here, you're old enough now, but only in this house, and if we give it to you, you're still under age in this state. It's a gin and tonic; I don't suppose you've ever had one."

I take the drink and start guzzling it. "Whoa, easy there, it's not soda pop." Uncle Ted says as he is laughing at me. 

We sit down at the table and have a nice dinner with good conversation. As I'm finishing my desert, I notice I'm feeling a little light headed, must be from the drink. I'm feeling a little horny too; maybe the alcohol is affecting me there also. 

"I think I'll go down to the lake, I could use some fresh air," I announce as I slide my chair away from the table.

I head down to the boathouse and docks. I inhale the smells of the lake and I'm transformed by my new surroundings, I love this place. It's getting dark now and I feel like a swim. I strip my clothes off and jump in the lake. I love being naked outside, although I don't get vary many opportunities to hang out naked outside, whenever I can get the chance I will. It's so exotic to feel the sun or breeze on my cock and balls. Being naked outside makes me horny, and that usually leads to me jerking off. I've never had the opportunity to skinny dip before now, it feels awesome. I think, 'how could anyone ever want to wear a swim suit.' 

I swim for a while then climb out of the water and head into the boathouse, I am still naked. I find a lounge chair near the old Chris-Craft and sit down. I adjust the chair in the reclined position and began to stroke my cock. The night air is wafting in the boathouse and over my cock as I stoke it. I spit on my cock to moisten it, the night air on my moist cock feels exotic. I cum all over my belly and feel completely satisfied.

I think I hear the back door of the boathouse close as I lie there basking. I jump and cover my groin. I say, "Anyone there?" No answer. I must have been hearing things. I run out of the boathouse along the dock and jump into the lake to clean off. I climb out, dress and return to the cottage.

The next few days were filled with early rise and fishing in the morning, working on the cottage windows at midday, then if the wind was up I'd go sailing, if not, swimming. At night I swim naked and jerk off in the boathouse. 

Uncle Ted went out of town on business the morning after I arrived. Aunt Kathy has been enjoying taking care of me, she's been cooking and baking up a storm; I'm going to get fat if she doesn't stop plying me with baked goods. Aunt Kathy has always been nice to me, she is my special aunt; you know, that one relative that takes a special interest in you and treats you kindly. They had no kids themselves, so I guess I'm like a son to her. 

Today I am working on a ladder on one of the upper windows. I hear my aunt talking to someone. I turn around and see her talking to a young girl in a bikini in at the edge of her yard and the neighbor's. Holy shit, this chick is hot; I almost fall off the ladder trying to get a better look. This girl has one hot body. Her face is kind of Plain Jane, but OMG, her body is off the charts. I see large breasts, thin waist, nice hips, and long legs; damn, what's not to like. From what I can see from here, she has auburn hair and milky skin. Her yellow string bikini is barely there, man that's one tiny bikini. My legs are getting weak. I fear I might fall off this fucking ladder. 

Maybe I should descend to the ground before I fall, the timid side of my brain argues. If I go down now, I'll have to talk to her, my aunt will introduce us, I'm not ready for that. I don't dare go down. I pretend to work, and try in vain to hear what they were talking about. They seem very friendly. My aunt has her hand on the girl's waist and is caressing her back as she is talking to her. There is giggling and laughing coming from the two women as they chat. I have a fucking boner, good thing I'm facing the house. I am so hard, if I didn't have any pants on I could hook my cock under a rung on the ladder and help keep me from falling as I turn to look at this gorgeous creature talking to my aunt. I see them kiss goodbye and it looks like a lip lock, but I not sure - damn, what the fuck. 

The girl heads back to her cottage and Aunt Kathy walks into her house. I go back to work on the windows. After a few minutes I realize I can't concentrate on scraping paint after seeing that hot chick talking to my aunt, I'm done for the day. I come down off the ladder, clean up the tools and head down to the lake for a swim.

When I come in for dinner, my aunt is smiling and humming some tune as she cooks, she is usually a happy sort, but this is a notch higher than normal. She keeps glancing over at me and smiling, something is up.

"The next door neighbor's daughter is visiting for the summer, her name is Molly, she is about your age, maybe a year or two older," Aunt Kathy says as soon as we sit down for dinner. 

"Oh," I said, blushing a little. I don't know why I blushed. I feel funny talking about girls in front of my aunt, or any older authority figure for that matter. I guess it's because my mind goes right to sex, so I think they can read my mind.

"Are you trying to fix me up?" I ask her trying to deflect my embarrassment back to her.

"Well," she says, "not fix you up per se, but, you need to hang out with people your own age." 

I fear my aunt knows I am still a virgin. This makes talking about girls or dating uncomfortable for me. One side of my brain is saying, 'I can do it myself, I'm not a looser.' The other half of my brain is screaming 'Help Me, I can't do this myself.'

I change the subject. "The windows need a lot more work than I thought. I'll need some more glazing compound next time you're in town."

For the rest of the dinner, my aunt didn't bring up dating or girls again. We chatted mostly about my recent school year and my plans for college.

After dinner I help my aunt with the dishes. As we finish, I say to her, "I'm going for sail, I'll see ya later." I head down to the docks and take the sailboat out. There is a nice breeze this evening and the sailing is fantastic. I wish the neighbor girl I saw earlier were here sailing with me. As I'm sailing along, I daydream of being with her, as lovers of course, but also simply as boyfriend and girlfriend. I've only known a few male friends, I have no sisters or close female cousins; I really don't know what it's like to have a close female companion. A sense of loneliness washes over me. I desperately need a girlfriend. I've only seen this girl once, from a ladder as she talked to my aunt, and here I am dreaming of her and me together doing all the things a couple does.

It's starting to get dark, I wish it would stay light a little longer, I want to stay out and sail and dream some more. As it gets near dark I return to the docks. I see a towel and what looks like a bikini on the dock, but I see no one around. I have to concentrate on docking the boat so I can't look everywhere. I tie up the boat and put the sails away. I look around the lake and finally see someone swimming. The swimmer is doing laps from the boat dock, out to a swim dock, about 50 yards out and back.

I want to run, the swimmer, is obviously a female, and she is obviously naked - skinny dipping. The timid side of my brain says 'get out of here before she sees you and thinks you're a pervert.' The bold side of my brain is saying, 'this is exactly the kind of talk that has kept you a virgin, now is your chance, stay.' 

I decide to listen to my bold side tonight. For all I know, she knows I'm here. I'm not sure who she is, but I have a hunch it is the girl next door, my dream girl, the girl I saw in the bikini talking to Aunt Kathy. Molly is her name according to Aunt Kathy. If this is the girl next door, she would have seen the sailboat was not tied to the dock, she would have seen me sailing. If she knew I was here and is skinny dipping where I would find her bikini, then she shouldn't be surprised to see me.

"Hello Sailor Boy," comes a female's voice from out on the lake as she swims up to the dock where I am standing looking dumbfounded. I don't know what I should do or say. I attempt to smile suavely, but fear my smile cannot belie my nervousness.

"Well, are you going to join me or just stand there with your jaw on your chest?" 

My bold side took over and says, 'It's go time!' I strip naked and jump in the lake. When I surface, I look around; I see her swimming back out to the swim dock. I start swimming out to the swim dock and soon pull up to the dock. I need something to hold onto, I sink when not in motion. I grab hold the swim dock with one arm and turn my body back toward shore. 'Where is Molly?' I wonder. She swims up to me and bumps into me. I feel something touch my cock, maybe it is her leg, or her hand, I don't know. She giggles and swims away around the other side of swim dock. She must have climbed up the ladder on the other side; I hear her feet pattering now on the swim dock. She comes over to the side I am still hanging onto and bends over, holding her hair back as she looks down at me still in the water. 

"Are you coming up?"

An invite to come up and be naked with a female, a girl, a woman, a lady, it didn't matter what or who she was, this was what I've been longing for. Lake Pothos was been living up to its name tonight. I swim around to the ladder and climb up. She is sitting now on the edge with her legs dangling over the side. I sit next to her, keeping a foot or two between us. She scoots over so her hip is touching mine, skin touching skin, my god, what is in store for me tonight, my mind is racing. 

"My name is Molly," she finally says.

"Robert," I reply boldly, attempting to overcome my inherent shyness. 

She giggles at my awkwardness. 

"I know, your Aunt told me all about you."

"She did?" I said thinking, 'did she tell you I was a virgin.' I am without words. I rack my brain for something to say, nothing is coming to mind. Oh that's a lie, plenty is coming to mind, just nothing I can blurt out. My mind is filled with things I won't say: like, 'damn, I love your hot body, can I touch it, are we going to fuck, can you help me with this virginity problem?' 




Lake House Virgin



She looks down at my cock; it is shriveled and small, shrinkage from the cold water. She giggles and

I feel about two feet tall. 

"Shrinkage, the water...cold," was all I can say, as I shrug. 

"Oh, poor baby, let me warm it up for you." She leans over and cups her hands around my cock and starts blowing warm air into her hands. It is as if she was warming cold hands in winter.

I know what a blow job is, even though I've never experienced one, but this is more a blow job than a real blow job. My cock responds and grows; it pokes up through her hands and kisses her lips as she blows on it. She sucks it into her mouth and starts blowing me in the traditional sense. My cock is rock hard now and the sensations are incredible. This is the first time my cock has been in another person's mouth. There are no words to describe the pleasure I am feeling, damn this is like heaven must feel.

Then, as soon as she started, she stops. She sits up. She smiles, stands, and says, "I gotta go." She jumps in the lake, swims to the boathouse dock, climbs out, puts on her bikini and walks up the path to her cottage. 

I am dumbfounded again. What just happened? Wasn't I suppose to cum in her mouth, then fuck her silly? I rack my brain, 'what did I do, did I not taste good? Is she some kind of dick tease? Get a man all exited, even touch and suck his cock, then all of a sudden turn off and leave.' 

I lie back on the swim dock and start stroking my cock, I need relief, Molly be dammed. I jerk off while looking at the stars above, I shoot my cum all over my belly. 

The moon is full tonight. It suddenly dawns on me that with the bright moon light, someone might be able to see what I just did on the dock. Oh well, hopefully Molly saw what I had to do after she left me in such a state. As I look toward shore, I think I see a figure walking up the path from the docks. Is that Molly? Was she coming back, then changed her mind? Did she see me jerk off? Then I see nothing, maybe there was no one there. Maybe I saw a shadow of something, a tree bending in the wind perhaps.

I jump in the water and swim to shore, dress and head up the path and inside the cottage. Aunt Kathy is reading a book, she looks up and smiles, "Have fun?" 

"Yeah, it was a nice sail, and swim." I say. Did she know about Molly skinny dipping? Did she see me jerking off on the swim dock? My head is spinning. "Good night", I say and I head up to bed.

The next few days I keep to my usual schedule, fishing, working on the cottage, sailing, swimming at night, and jerking off in the boathouse. 

I didn't see Molly around these past few days. My mind is consumed with thoughts of her; I wonder what happened to her, why did she leave me at the dock after having my cock in her mouth? 

It's Friday today, I swim after dinner and head into the boathouse after my swim for my nightly jerk off. I lie down on the lounge chair and start to stroke my cock. Suddenly, a voice comes out of the shadows, "Nice cock, I see your shrinkage problem is cured."

I jump a mile high and try to cover myself with my hands.

Molly moves out from the shadows, she is naked herself and fingering her pussy. "It's just me silly. Silly Sailor Boy. If you can play with yourself, I can play with myself."

The timid half of my brain freezes, I want to run and hide. The bold side says, 'relax, she's naked and masturbating also, go with it.' I settle back into the lounge and continue to stroke my cock. Molly moves closer and continues to finger herself as she watches me.

"What happened to you the other night?" I say calmly.

"You mean when I all of a sudden left you at the swim dock?"

"Yeah, you left me high and dry out there."

"I was menstruating. Things between us were going in a direction I couldn't continue with."

"Oh." I say, feeling a little bad now about thinking she was a dick tease. 

"Oh I suppose I could have finished you off in my mouth, but sucking you on the dock was making me super wet and horny, I just felt I needed to stop and leave. Sorry."

"No, it's ok. I just had no idea, I thought I did something wrong."

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Not, by anything you've done so far, but I'm sure it will become obvious soon," she says giggling. "Your aunt told me the other day."

"My Aunt Kathy told you I was a virgin?" I say incredibly. 'Damn,' I think, 'everyone knows, it must be written all over my face.' Quick print it in the local paper, send out a tweet. I start to lose my erection, I feel deflated.

"Yeah, she wants me to deflower you." Molly says with a big grin, she is standing right next to me still lightly fingering herself.

"She asked you to fuck me?" I say incredibly. "What, like a mercy fuck? The poor eighteen year old virgin needs a little help, won't you take pity on him."

The two sides of my brain are in full on war now. Timid side is all indignant, wants to leave, 'no way am I a pity case.' Bold side is lobbing to stay and maybe get laid. 'You got a naked girl here that wants to fuck you, who cares what anyone thinks, let's get this thing done.'

"Look, it's not that bad, I know a lot of virgins, I've deflowered a few, some older than you. There is no standard age for a first time. You boys all think you should be studs by the time you get out of high school. I'm willing to bet most guys graduate high school virgins; their talk is always bigger than their walk." 

"I guess you're right," I say. There is a long pause, silence, a good minute goes by, a loon howls in the distance. "So, what did you tell my aunt?"

"What do mean?"

"Did you tell her you would take my virginity?"

"Well, now that's up to you Sailor Boy. What do ya think? Ya think you can handle it?" She says as she climbs on the lounge and climbs up my body and plants a kiss on my cheek. 

Here I am, still a virgin, with a naked girl lying on top of me asking me if I can handle her fucking me. 'Timid side, get on board real quick.' 

I start kissing her. Still a little shy, my kisses are soft and timid. She parts her lips and slips her tongue out. I feel her tongue on my still closed lips and get the hint. I open my mouth and slip my tongue into hers. I grab the back of her head and hold it as our lips and tongues dance with each other. My other hand slides down her back and grabs hold of her ass and gives it a squeeze. She reaches for my cock and starts stroking it. I am harder than I've ever been, I am ready to explode. I can't take it. I push her hand away from my cock so I won't cum all over her hand. 

"What's a matter, change of heart Sailor Boy?" she says.

"I'm ready to explode!" I say, feeling a little embarrassed that I don't have much holding power.

"Virgins," she laughs.

She slides down and plants her head between my legs and takes my cock in her mouth. Again I feel the wonderful sensations I had felt the other night on the swim dock. Oh, I am in seventh heaven.

Damn I won't last long, but I already told her that, she must want me to cum.

"I'm going to cum any second." I say, wanting to warn her to stop sucking, else I'll explode in her mouth. 

She nods while continuing to suck me off. She grabs my balls with one hand and strokes the shaft of my cock near the base with the other hand as she continues to suck me. Her tongue is swirling around my cock head on the up stroke. She must want me to blow my wad in her mouth.

"Oh God... I'm cuummming," I shout. I let it fly. I see stars. I just keep shooting loads of my jizm in her mouth. She tries to take it all in and swallow it, but there is just too much. She gags and coughs and lots of cum spills out of her mouth all over my shaft and balls. She pulls off my cock and opens her mouth to show me the full load still in her mouth. She puts her head back, gargles with my sperm a little, and then swallows hard.

"There, now that we got that out of the way," she says as she pushes me up, motioning me to get off my ass. I get off the lounge and she lies down on it and spreads her legs. Her hand goes immediately to her pussy and she starts fingering her clit.

"Now it's time for you to return the favor," she says with a big grin.

I am about to be introduced up close and personal to my first pussy. I crawl up between her legs and bring my face to within an inch of her. I can feel the warmth emanating from between her legs. The smells coming from her pussy are intense, and I'm loving it. It's hard to describe, it smells earthy, musky and sweet all mixed together. I slip my tongue out of my mouth and give her pussy a lick. The taste is amazing; it's sweet, yet tangy. I start lapping for all I'm worth. I don't really know what I'm doing; I hope I'm doing it right. 

I lick for what seems like 5 minutes, I hear no moans from her. I feel a tap on my head, I look up.

"Try licking my clit," she says.

I must look dumbfounded, because she takes my head by my ears and moves me higher up her pussy. Then she takes her fingers and pulls back some folds of skin and out pops this little nub. This must be her clit. I start licking it and flicking it with my tongue. After a few minutes she starts moaning, good, I'm doing something right.

"Put a finger or two in my vagina," she says.

I slip a finger into her, probing for who god knows what. I slip two fingers in now.

"Move your hand; don't just keep your fingers still in my pussy. Fuck me with your hand."

Fuck her with my hand? I haven't fucked anything yet with anything, how am I supposed to know how to fuck her with my hand. I start moving my hand in an in-and-out motion. My fingers are sliding in and out of her pussy now. She is starting to move her hips as I do this. Ah, feedback, I must be doing another thing right. 

"Turn your hand up, palm up. Curl you fingers slightly and feel for my G-spot," she orders.

G-Spot? Now I'm feeling scared. I have heard of it, but also heard it's mysterious. I turn my hand and curl my fingers as she instructed. I continue to move my hand in and out. 

"Feel for a fleshy mound with your finger tips, a few inches in."

"A fleshy mound? It's all fleshy in there." I say.

"It's a small mound, like a little upside down hill of flesh. There, you're on it, feel it?"

"Yes, I can feel it." 

"Keep pressure on it while you rub your fingers in a circular motion. Get your tongue back on my clit.

Lick my clit, flick it with your tongue, suck it."

I am going to town on her clit now with my tongue. I'm trying to keep working her G-spot also, but it's hard for me to do two things at once, especially when I'm learning something new. She is starting to buck under me, it's hard to maintain contact with her clit as she is bucking, but I'm doing my best.

She starts moaning loudly and bucking wildly, I'm hanging on for dear life. She starts screaming "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Nowww." Her pussy is quivering under my mouth and hand, it is soaking wet. I guess that was her orgasm. I just made a girl cum with my mouth during my first attempt at oral, I feel great. 

I'm not sure what to do now, so I back my face away from her pussy and pull my hand out. She looks content. Molly motions with her fingers for me to come closer. I move up her body until my face is near hers. She kisses and licks my face. She is licking her pussy juice off my face. Damn, this is making me hot; my cock is like a rocket about to launch.

She stops kissing my face and she just lays there smiling at me. A moment later, "You can fuck me now." 

So this is it, my big moment, I'm going to actually fuck a pussy. I try to find her hole with my dick. I push it against where I think her opening is, nothing. I back off and reposition and push again, still not getting it in.

She laughs at me. "Here let me show you a trick. Take your thumb and forefinger and feel for my vaginal opening. Feel it?"

"I think I got it." 

"There you got it. Now spread the lips apart a little. Gently. Ok, now while you keep your fingers there, slide your cock through your palm and into the opening your fingers are making. You know how to slide your cock into your palm? Don't you?" she laughs.

I keep my thumb and finger spreading her pussy lips and slip my cock into my palm and past my thumb and forefinger. I feel the tip of my cock entering something; it's wet, but tight. It must be her pussy. I move my hand out of the way and push my cock forward, it moves past the tight resistance. 

She is smiling at me now. That smile says I'm in.

This feeling is insane; it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's beyond anything I could have ever imagined; it's beyond-beyond. My cock is sending wave after wave of sensations throughout my body. My cock is like a lightening rod, picking up electric shock sensations and distributing them up and down my spine. Her pussy feels like silk. No, silk is not quite it, it's more than silk. It's warm and wet, a cavern, no a glove; yes a glove of hot silky flesh that fits my cock just perfectly. Her pussy cells are communicating with my cock cells now; they have a language of their own. Electrical charges are being traded back and forth. My cock's nervous system has melted with her pussy's nervous system. Synapses are jumping between my cock and her pussy walls. Her pussy is massaging my cock as I slide in and out. 

"Oh Jesus, this feels good," I utter between heavy breaths.

She is talking to me, but her words are not registering in my brain. 

My God, what have I been missing all my life? This is incredible. I can't contain my orgasm; it's building faster and beyond my control. 

"I'm going to cum," I announce. "Should I pull out?"

"No, fill me up."

I heard her say 'fill me up.' Now I just start going to town inside her. I shove my cock in as far as it would go. I guess this is what they call Balls Deep. I pull out until the head was almost out of her and ram in again. Another stroke and I feel my orgasm reaching a point of no return. One more stroke and I am shooting my milky white load deep into her. My orgasm is so intense. I feel I'm losing consciousness. All I can see are white lights, I can't hear anything. I must have passed out briefly. 

"You Ok? You Ok?" I hear her say now. 

Wow; I'm spent. I can barely move. It's hard for me to hold my weight off her, my arms are collapsing.

I need to get off her before I crush her. I crawl off her and head over to a chair nearby and collapse into the chair breathing heavily. 

Silence, no words are spoken between us. I hear what sounds like the back door to the boathouse close.

I'm so spent I don't care if someone comes in. I wait for a while, no one.

"Did you cum?" I ask.

"No. I need you in me longer than that Sailor Boy," she laughs.

"I couldn't help it. Sorry."

"Don't be. That was your first time; I didn't expect you to be a stud. You'll get better."

Molly get's up and runs out of the boathouse, she dives into the lake. 

I follow her. She swims out to the swim dock and climbs up the ladder and lies on the dock.

I join her. I'm lying next to her looking up at the stars; the sides of our bodies are touching. She turns on her side, and rests her head on my chest.

I am feeling overwhelmed. I don't know what's come over me; I want to tell her I love her.

"Don't tell me you love me," she says. How did she know what I was thinking? Can she read my mind!

"You just experienced your first time; you're going to have strong feelings. Lots of guys mistake it for love; it's not." 

I'm glad I didn't blurt it out, damn I was just about to.

I try hard to resist those feelings. I want so bad to engulf her with my body, suck her into me, to become one with her. 

"It's getting late," she says, and gets up, dives into the lake, swims ashore and is gone again.

I just lie there, I want to bask some more. I look at the sky and listen to the night sounds on the lake. The loons are waling their eerie calls. Time is passing dreamily. I think I've been here for about an hour. I better get going I think. I get up and dive into the lake a swim ashore. 

I enter the cottage and my aunt is nowhere to be seen, she must have went to bed. I want to take a shower, my face and cock smell like pussy, but I'm too tired. I tell myself to take a shower in the morning before coming down for breakfast, don't want to smell like sex at the breakfast table. I crash on the bed.

The next thing that I am conscious of is that it's daylight and a feeling that my cock is being stroked. I'm in that state between dreamland and awake. I'm not sure if I am dreaming or not. It's not unusual for me to have erotic dreams in the morning, accompanied with morning wood, but this feels too real. 

I awake and turn my head. My Aunt Kathy is sitting on the bed next to be, she is talking, I can't yet comprehend what she is saying, still too groggy. I become more awake as the seconds tick by. I realize my Aunt Kathy is, in fact, stroking my cock; I jump and sit up as the realization hits me. 

"Shhhh... easy now, lie back down, relax, it's ok," she says in a soft reassuring voice. I ease back into the reclined position I was sleeping in. I look her in the eyes; I must have a scared expression on my face. She has a calm, reassuring expression. 

She is cooing, "It's ok, everything is going to be ok," over and over again. 

I want to say something, something like what I'm thinking: 'But Aunt Kathy, you're my Aunt!' But I don't, I'm frozen. 

Somehow it starts to make sense and I feel it is right. Aunt Kathy asked Molly to take my virginity, so she was complicit in getting me laid last night. I start to have thoughts like: 'She's the master, the master planner; I need to succumb to her.' Then I think, 'no, she is my mother's sister, my aunt, this can't be happening.' I then think back to the time I heard what I thought was the back door to the boathouse; I heard it while I was masturbating a few times, and then last night while I was fucking Molly. I never saw anyone though, so I wasn't sure. And the time I masturbated on the swim dock; I thought I saw someone going up the path to the house, but wasn't sure. Was it my aunt? Had she been spying on me?

She bends down and takes a whiff of my cock. "Yumm. Smells like pussy. I see you're no longer a virgin," she says smiling a devilish smile.

"Aaa, yeah, me and Molly, aah," I could barely talk.

"Molly and I," she corrected me with a shit eating grin. "I know, I watched; it was beautiful."

"You watched?" I said with a startled expression in my voice. Even though I suspected, I had no conformation, and to hear her blurt it out shocked me.

"I saw it all, it was beautiful. I also saw you alone, in the boathouse, several times."

"What did you see?"

She squeezed my cock and smiled, "You know... And on the swim dock one night. You have a healthy appetite my dear boy." 

The gig is up, I'm busted. I'm a masturbator, and until last night a virgin who could not manage to get himself laid. My aunt had to come to my rescue. I guess this why I let her stroke my cock. She is my sex guardian, my Godmother of sex. She knows me better than I know myself. 

Aunt Kathy leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking me off. Oh, damn this feels good. It is so wrong, but so right. She stopped sucking, but continued stroking lightly, she wanted to talk some more.

"Molly took good care of you, just like I asked her to." 

I suppose she expected me to be again shocked. I said nothing. Perhaps my aunt didn't think Molly told me she asked her to help me out.

"Molly told you that I asked her to take your virginity?" 

I nodded. 

"I see. Did she also tell you she and I have been together, in that way?"

Now I was shocked again. "No, she hadn't said anything about the two of you. Really? You and Molly?"

I was starting to see my aunt in a whole new light. She orchestrated my deflowering; the summer visit was her idea, and then arranged for Molly to do the deed. That alone I could pass off as a meddling aunt concerned that her nephew was slipping into forever-virgin territory. But now this! Here she was, stroking my cock, telling me she watched me masturbate, and telling me she has had sex with Molly. I begin to see my aunt as a sexual being, and why not? She is good looking for her age, hot in fact.




Lake House Virgin



I just never saw it; she was always like a second mother to me. I start to look at her now with a different eye, an eye for sex. 

She is kneeling on the bed next to me, leaning in so she can stroke my cock. I hadn't noticed until now she is wearing a sheer lose fitting negligee. As she leans over me her breasts are completely exposed to me. Her breasts look to be about a D cup, they are freckled, like the rest of her skin. She has reddish brown hair, lightly complected, and brown eyes. I hadn't noticed how sexy she is, until now. My cock pulses and grows harder as I look at her features, her breasts, her eyes. 

"Yes, Molly and I have been occasional lovers for a few years now. She is only here during the summer, and she has no problem lining up boys, so it's not a steady thing. About 3 years ago, your Uncle Ted was on a business trip, and I was skinny dipping in the lake. Molly came down to the lake. She hadn't seen me yet; she peeled her clothes off and jumped in the water. I swam over to her and we started talking. One thing led to the other and we wound up in bed together." 

"Oh my God, I'm cumming!" I scream and shoot my load all over my aunt's hands. The story of Aunt Kathy and Molly in bed together put me over the edge, I had a mental image of them in a sixty nine position and that's all it took.

My aunt is now licking my cum off her hands and moaning as if she is enjoying licking an ice cream cone.

"I see you're a hair trigger," she says smiling. 

"Well, it didn't help you telling me about Molly and you," I protested. 

"I bet you'd like to watch us? Maybe even join in?" she smiled that shit eating grin again.

She reaches up and pulls off her negligee. She is now completely naked in front of me. She leans over and sticks her breasts in my face. I eagerly take her breasts in my hands and bury my face in them, licking and sucking her large nipples. Her nipples are rock hard now, they are long, like little penises, I am devouring them, first the right one, then the left. Aunt Kathy moans with delight as I work her breasts. She continues to stroke my cock and she brings it back to life, soon it's rock hard again. She pulls her breasts away from my mouth and moves down between my legs and sucks my cock into her mouth. Damn, I'm in heaven again. I no longer feel any guilt associated with having sex with my aunt, my emotions are purely driven by lust at this point.

Aunt Molly is fingering herself while sucking my cock. I want to taste her pussy. I reach around for her ass and grab a handful of flesh and pull with my fingers. She get's the hint and moves her body so her pussy is over my face; she never loses contact with my cock in her mouth. Aunt Kathy lowers her twat on my face and I go in for some sweet mature pussy. She tastes good, a little stronger than Molly, but certainly still sweet. Her pussy is larger and wetter than Molly's also; my face is covered with her juices as I lap at her clit. Aunt Kathy suddenly lifts off me and turns her body around and positions her pussy just above my cock. In one deft move, she lowers herself on my hard shaft. She is in control of this fuck. She expertly moves and grinds her pussy on my cock. The expression on her face is of pure pleasure. She pumps her pussy up and down on my cock. My second orgasm is building fast; I don't know how much longer I can hold off.

"I'm cumming," she informs me as her head rolls back and her whole body quakes.

"So am I!" I yell out as I thrust up to meet her wild gyrations, and I unload my seed deep into her quim. 

She collapses on my chest shaking. After a few minutes she looks into my eye and says, "Thank you Robert, I needed that." Aunt Kathy rolls off me and lies next to me with a smile on her face.

The both of use just lie there in silence looking at the ceiling. I hear a loon calling from the lake. I have this wonder feeling of contentment coursing throughout my body. 

This is going to be a great summer.