Subject: Fun at an RV Park
Story Codes: MF Mf Fm mf F-solo oral exhib adultery incest mother son
Diary Date: June 27, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
I’ve never even been in a recreational vehicle (RV) before so imagine being
crammed inside one with my adulterous school administrator and his family so
they could save money on a hotel. Thank goodness I had time run around the
park on my own one day – stopping now and then for some fun.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Blackmailed
Chapter 2 – Morning Cleanup
Chapter 3 – The Lake
Chapter 4 – The Family That RVs together... Plays Together
Chapter 1 – Blackmailed
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It was Day 3 in California, Day 2 of the church convention I’d been
blackmailed into attending. Without going into the all the minutiae (see the
diary entries for June 25 and May 24th for all the gory details), in order to
regain my teaching position at the school where I had been forced to resign
last year, I had to be interviewed by the new administrator, Mr. Eisenberg.
The mere fact I was being granted an interview made me assume the previous
administrator hadn’t passed on the details of my “situation” back then. Thus
it was more than a little shocking to learn that Mr. Eisenberg had indeed
been warned about my “issues” by the his predecessor, but he claimed to be
willing to overlook things provided I proved to him how badly I wanted the
position.
Long story short, to get the position I was forced to “assume the position”,
marking another “first” for me, one I’d rather not celebrate. For the first
time in my life I blatantly used sex to get myself a job. Of course, for
most of my teen years onward I’ve never been afraid to use sex to get other
things I wanted, but we’re talking about dinners, clothes, and such things.
This was different, this was my CAREER. I was literally sleeping with the
boss. What next, fucking my way up the corporate ladder? Then again, if it
worked then why not?
Granted, in my defense it wasn’t my idea nor was I given much of a choice.
It was a “take it or leave it” one-time offer made by Mr. Eisenberg and I was
left with no viable options. The only positive side, if you can look at it
that way at all, was that it WAS just sex, and not some other form of
blackmail like money or who knows what. In the end (no pun intended) it
wasn't all that bad and I have to admit I even enjoyed it somewhat. It
didn't hurt that he was married with two young daughters – none of whom had
any idea their husband or dad was such a pervert. Anyone who knows me knows
that I get off being fucked by cheating husbands, especially when it’s their
first time, so had the circumstances been different I might have actually
looked forward to it.
I suppose what bothered me was two things. First, it involved my teaching
career and I always had dreamed that I would remain professional and never do
anything immoral or unethical as a teacher. No flirting with students, no
slutty clothes that pushed the dress code, none of that so far as my career
was involved. Thus to have to sleep with someone in order to be hired
offended my ideals and ruined my career plans before it had hardly begun.
Second, even though it involved a married man, my policy has always been
:”once and done” when it came to a guy with a wedding ring. I know many a
guy that had fucked me would have loved to do me again, and I probably would
have enjoyed it as well. However, it was never my intention to be someone’s
mistress and I believe too much in the principles of marriage to ever want to
be the reason for one to be ruined.
If anything, by doing a guy once and letting him “get it out of his system”,
I feel I’ve actually HELPED many a struggling marriage. With Mr. Eisneberg,
it could easily turn into just what I was hoping to avoid, becoming his
mistress.
My worst fears were realized sooner than I’d anticipated. My assumption had
been that once hired, I would be “free” from Mr. Eisenberg’s demands at least
until the school year started. That assumption was crushed when he called to
“invite” me to be a church representative at some conference in California.
It was the sort of invitation you can’t refuse and for the first time, it
really started to hit me what kind of situation I was allowing myself to
become involved with. Something in the pit of my stomach told me that this
wasn’t going to be the last “invitation” I received from him.
Going to a church convention was probably one of the last things on my wish
list for something to do this summer. Indeed, his wife turned out to be
quite the bitch, on my case from the moment she saw me and realized I wasn't
some old lady from school as she had expected but rather a girl at least ten
years younger than her. Trying to look past her, I soon was having a blast
at the convention. Indeed, the very first day not only was I fucked by Mr.
Eisenberg just before the opening session, but soon afterwards I blew a cute
virgin in the overhead of the convention center ballroom, and even
masturbated while being driven around town on a shuttle bus. Not a bad start
for the first day!
Chapter 2 – Morning Cleanup
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With just me the two of them (their daughters had left yesterday on some teen
adventure camp thing), I’d gone to bed the night before wearing nothing more
than a long white cotton nightshirt which came down to my knees when I was
standing but it was so light that it had a tendency to ride up when I slept.
I’m also a notorious bedcover kicker, usually waking up most mornings with
all the covers at the end of my bed or pushed over the side. Apparently this
morning was no different...
“Wake up slut... sheesh, cover yourself up for goodness sakes!” a voice came
out of the fog of my sleepy head. “C’mon... hurry up before he gets up and
sees you like this! Oh for heaven’s sake, I KNEW something like this would
happen.”
I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus on the source of the annoying voice. For a
moment I was completely disoriented, trying to figure out why my bedroom
seemed so weird. Then I remembered where I was – in a damn RV in the middle
of nowhere in California! The annoying voice belonged to none other than
Mrs. Kelly Eisenberg, bitch extraordinaire, who was shaking me on the
shoulder even harder now.
To be honest, it wasn't too hard to figure out what she was griping about.
Sure enough, during the night I’d kicked the bedcovers until they were
bunched up at my feet and my nightshirt had ridden up over my bare hips.
Laying on my side facing the wall, my naked ass was totally exposed to anyone
who might be wandering around the RV, which happened to be Mr. Eisenberg’s
wife Kelly at the time. (Yes, her name is Kelly – what a pain it’s been
already, believe me).
I suppose in the spirit of cooperation I should’ve pulled it down right away
and avoided the inevitable conflict but she was pissing me off, threatening
me and insulting me at every opportunity so I just couldn’t pass up an
opportunity to taunt her a bit.
“What’s the matter, see something you like Kelly?” I said in a deliberately
seductive tone, deliberately wiggling my butt at her.
It was all I could do to not break out laughing as she wrinkled her nose in
disgust at the mere suggestion of any lesbian interests on her part.
“Oh for god’ sake, you are SO disgusting,” she sneered at me, “But then again
it doesn't surprise me that a bitch like you would say something like that.”
I suppose “a bitch like you” was her way of calling me a slut – and not in
the complimentary manner I like to refer to myself when I call myself one.
Instead, she used it as a means to put me down, as if she was somehow better
than me. It was OK though, better women than her had called me far worse.
Satisfied now that I’d gotten the reaction I was hoping for, I stood up and
pulled the shirt down over my hips and let it fall to my knees on its own
accord.
As I stood there, stretching and trying to get motivated to move, my boobs
were pushing out and my nipples were clearly visible through the thin almost
transparent cotton. I’m sure she wasn't thrilled by that but then she
couldn't say anything as her boobs were doing the same through her t-shirt as
well. I couldn't help but look at them, like a moth drawn to a flame. OK,
my breasts aren’t all that bad, a nice 34C and I’m quite happy with them
after years of teenage angst, but hers were incredible, most likely a 36D or
DD. I’d gotten a glimpse of them the night before as she changed and they
were clearly fake, but who would say anything when they looked as magnificent
as hers did? They weren’t SO big as to look clownish but rather right on the
borderline where without closer examination, with clothes on it was debatable
whether they were real or not. Hats off to her plastic surgeon!
“And just what are you staring at?” she suddenly hissed at me like a snake
striking and I realized in my morning stupor I was indeed staring at her
great boobs. She twirled around and went straight back to the other end of
the RV, pulling the curtain across so I couldn't see what was going on.
Looking at the clock, I saw it was only 7:00AM – damn, why did she have to
wake me up so early? The first session wasn’t until 10:00 so we didn't plan
to leave until after nine. Heck, I could have easily slept at least another
hour or more.
Now that I was awake the body functions began to kick into gear and I had to
pee pretty bad, not to mention I needed a shower desperately. The RV
restroom was at their end so I decided just to use the one down the road. At
this ridiculously early hour, I doubted that many people would be up anyway.
Gathering my towel and bag, I slipped on some flip-flops and stepped out into
the blazing sunshine. Wow, it was going to be hot today!
It was only about a hundred feet or so to the bath house but that meant
passing five RV sites. Amazingly, people were up and about! Some even had
fires going or were already drinking cups of coffee while sitting out on
their lawn chairs. I suddenly felt a little conspicuous as all I was wearing
was the nightshirt and in the bright sunlight it didn't exactly hide much
underneath. It also didn't help that just about every guy stared at me as I
passed by – well, make that EVERY guy. My hair was a wreck, I had no makeup
on, and I needed to go to the bathroom BADLY – not exactly a recipe for
feeling sexy or flirting. Normally I might have slowed down and give them a
better view, maybe even stop to chat a little, but at the moment I wanted
just one thing – to find an empty toilet!
Making my way quickly to the bathhouse, I was surprised once again to find it
full of people! God, what kind of insane people were these to get up at such
early hours? Weren’t they suppose to be on vacation? It was quite a
collection, mostly mothers with their daughters, brushing their teeth,
showering, and generally doing all the things women do to get ready in the
morning. Someone said hello to me as I stepped in but I made a bee-line to
the first empty stall. I didn't mean to be rude but there ARE priorities in
life!
(Sorry, no details about my potty life, a girl has to have SOME secrets.
Just say I felt a hell of lot better a few moments later!)
Feeling considerably less stressed, I stepped back out into the crowded room
and looked for an empty shower stall. At least they didn't have a communal
shower. Nightmarish images of high school phys-ed flashed through my mind.
When you’re one of the last girls to get your boobs and figure, PE can be a
living hell! Closing the curtain, I slipped off the nightshirt and prayed
for hot water. For a few moments I thought nobody up there was listening but
soon the warm water emerged and I stepped underneath, feeling better almost
immediately. I washed myself down, shaved my pussy and underarms (I tend to
break out and get skin irritation if I don't do them daily), and then just
stood under the stream of water, closing my eyes and purging myself of all
the tension and anxiety that Mrs. Eisenberg had already somehow managed to
fill me with already this morning.
The water flowed down over my shoulders and drained via the cleavage between
my boobs. I cupped them, one in each hand, and then pulled one up until I
could just lick my nipple. Mmmmmmm, I loved my boobs to be touched and
kissed, even if I had to be the one to do it. It felt good to squeeze them,
pinching my nipples between my fingers and pulling on them just enough to
hurt a little but then feel so good when I released them.
God! Now that my bladder wasn't hogging all the attention, I suddenly felt
so horny it was like my knees wanted to collapse! Listening to the voices
just outside the curtain, I wondered how many of the girls had masturbated
already this morning. Indeed, part of my problem was that I’d skipped my
usual wakeup masturbation time, all thanks to Mrs. Eisenberg. Then again,
if she was pissed off just seeing my bare ass, imagine if she’d have come out
and discovered me playing with my pussy!
While I continued to play with my boob with one hand, the other made its way
to my crotch. I turned and faced the shower head, leaning back against the
cold steel wall such that the stream struck me between my legs. It wasn't
quite as good as nestling up under a faucet in a bath tub but it was still
doing the job as I began to masturbate under the flow of warm water.
An involuntary gasp escaped me as my clit responded to the light touch of my
index finger. It felt SO good to touch myself there. I recalled how as a
little girl I made the discovery that literally changed my life. While I
can’t remember the exact date that I first learned of the incredible pleasure
such a little thing was capable of giving me, it had me hooked from the git-
go and I was soon masturbating like a little fiend. My mom finally had to
have a sit-down with me to discuss touching myself in public – it was so hard
NOT to!
As I masturbated I thought about Mrs. Eisenberg and her incredible boobs.
It was such a shame that she wasn't into girls. Still, that didn't mean I
couldn't fantasize about her. She was pretty hot for a woman in her mid to
late thirties, obviously a regular at the gym. She also took pride in her
appearance, as indicated by the boob job, and it made me marvel all the more
that her husband was willing to risk his marriage with her just to fuck me
but then when it comes to guys and their dicks, common sense is usually the
first casualty.
Mmmmmmm, I wish instead of shaking me on the shoulder she had rubbed my bare
ass, maybe moving her hand between my legs and working her finger into my
pussy. Now THAT would have been a far better way to wake up, that's for
sure!
When I finally came, it was with the image in my mind of her sitting on my
face as her horny husband fucked me. Sure she was a bitch but god, she was
such a sexy looking bitch! If I had to be at Mr. Eisenberg’s beck and call
(or rather his booty call), it would be a lot more fun if she was somehow
included! Just the mere idea of how upset she would be if she knew I was in
the shower masturbating about her was enough to make me cum yet again!
For a few minutes I didn’t even hear the din that echoed through the bath
house as all my thoughts and feelings were focused on my orgasm and images of
being fucked by both of the Eisenbergs. Although I’d been fucked once
yesterday, somehow I had this feeling inside that today was going to be
better. Not sure why I felt that way, just had that feeling.
When I was finally calmed down enough to leave the shower, I toweled myself
off and wrapped it around me rather than put on the dirty nightshirt again.
Not that it was THAT dirty, I’d only slept the one night in it, but now that
I was fresh and clean I just didn't want to put it back on again. Stepping
out into the room, I saw that the crowd had diminished by almost half. I
looked at my watch that was in my bag and realized I’d been in the shower for
almost half an hour! Wow, I guess time really does fly when you’re having
fun!
The lady at the sink next to mine was nice, asking me where I was from, what
I was doing and such. She was just down to earth nice and after dealing with
Mrs. Eisneberg, quite refreshing. She told me the lake had a nice beach and
I might be interested in going there later in the day to work on my tan. It
sounded like a good idea and I filed it away for later when we got back.
Meanwhile, I still had to change and get ready for the convention so I
gathered my things and started back to the RV. Most of the people I’d passed
before were still out and this time I felt 100% better than I had on the way
in. My bladder wasn’t threatening to explode, my hair was wet but felt
clean, I’d just masturbated so at least a LITTLE of that tension inside had
been addressed, and overall I just felt more refreshed and relaxed. Thus as
I passed a group of guys and what looked to be their teenage sons, I couldn't
help but pause and say hi as they all stared at me and waved.
Besides my bubbly personality (LOL), their hospitality MIGHT have been aided
by the fact I was still wearing just a towel and it barely covered what it
needed to cover to keep me from being arrested for indecent public exposure.
They asked me if I wanted to have a seat, I politely refused. Not only was I
on the clock, but I knew if I tried sitting down in just the towel that what
little coverage it was now affording would be forfeited. Of course, I’m sure
THAT thought never entered their minds when they extended the invitation. As
I waved goodbye, they invited me back anytime. I didn't see any signs of
females so I could only imagine what might await me should I return!
Back in the RV, the Eisenbergs were both dressed and Kelly was obviously
flustered once again by me.
“About time you got back, did you have to go to the next county or what?” she
fumed.
Mr. Eisneberg tried to say something to defend me but she cut him off saying,
“Good grief, you walked around like THAT? What will people say if they find
out you’re with us and who we represent – do you ever bother to think of
anyone else besides yourself?”
I just sighed and they left the RV for me to get dressed. What a bitch! I
threw on some capris and a cute blouse, dried my hair, fixed my makeup and
finally emerged from the RV where they were waiting in the car for me, and
not very patiently, at least not Kelly.
“You know, we ARE here for the convention and the session this morning is
VERY important. The least you could do is be ready on time,” she fussed.
I settled back in the back seat without saying a word and soon she just
ignored me as we drove back into town.
Chapter 2 – The Lake
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We attended the morning session which was dominated by some important vote,
at least important to the rest of the people there. Personally I could have
cared less about it and I even gave my vote card to Mr. Eisenberg so he could
cast it however the church wanted the vote to be.
Afterwards we went straight back to the car and drove back to the RV park so
not a lot happened. Neither of them were interested in the afternoon
activities and I think they both wanted some R&R time for themselves, which I
certainly wasn't about to argue against. They had noticed on the way into
the park that a place was advertising private hot tubs so I had a feeling the
two of them would be heading that way. Sure enough, not long after we
returned they took off in car, saying they would be back later in the
afternoon.
That pretty much left me on my own - which was fine with me. I remembered
the remark the woman had made earlier in the day about the beach at the lake
so I figured why not work on the ol’ tan a bit? I’d brought a modest bikini,
at least modest by MY standards. It had a halter style top with strings that
tied behind my neck and back. Up front it pretty much covered my boobs but
not any more than necessary, providing plenty of cleavage. The bottoms
didn’t qualify as a thong but were high cut on the hips and the back was wide
enough to cover most of my rear with strings on the side. It was jet black,
my favorite color for a bikini as it complimented my skin complexion, at
least when I had a decent tan. A basic pair of sandals completed my
“outfit”.
I’d brought with me a beach towel which I draped around my neck. In my bag
was my suntan oil, a hair brush, comb, a paperback I’d meaning to read
forever but just never seemed to get into, chap-stick, and a collection of
other things that just seemed to accumulate over time. A pair of sandal,
sunglasses, and I was on my way.
I only had a vague idea of where the beach was so I started walking down the
road. It was the same general direction as the bathhouse and as I passed by
the site with all the guys, once again they were all out there sitting in
their chairs, the inevitable beer in their hands, and loud country music
playing. I smiled at them as they leered nastily at me and a couple of wolf
whistles rang out. It was fun to tease them but to be honest, that was about
all the interest they held for me.
Further down the road I saw a sign for the beach and around the bend I saw my
destination. It wasn't exactly my idea of a California beach, more like some
sand that had been spread out along the shoreline of an area of the lake that
had been marked off by buoys to keep the boats away. It wasn’t exactly
crowded but there were a number of families which seemed to be profile of
most everyone there. From the looks of things I was the only single girl
there on her own. Most of the families were actually moms and kids although
a few dads were represented as well. The average age of the kids appeared to
be under ten, although a few teenagers were there, mostly boys.
I spread out my towel and laid down on my stomach facing the water. It
didn’t exactly look inviting but then it was a lake, not a swimming pool. I
didn’t mind lakes for swimming when I was younger but to be frank, a clean
pool was more my ideal today. Sure, a lake was fine for waterskiing, but to
just walk around and swim in the dark water wasn’t all that inviting.
The sun felt warm on my back and legs and I remembered that this was southern
California, not Pennsylvania, so I’d better be careful. By this time of year
I’d worked on my tan pretty well so I wasn't worried about burning but you
never can be too careful. Nothing looks worse on a girl than peeling skin!
At the same time, I really didn’t feel like covering myself with oily suntan
lotion yet as I wasn't sure how long I’d be staying here. It was rather
disappointing and I may as well lay out next to the RV as here.
The warmth of the sun was soothing and I was about to fall asleep when the
whine of a ski boat shook me out of the daze I was in. I got up on my elbows
and watched with envy as the boat whizzed pulling what looked to be a twenty-
something guy on a slalom ski. He was pretty good – and knew it, as he
jumped the wake and showed off for the folks on the beach. They stayed well
clear of the beach zone but the wake still generated some small waves on the
beach, much to the delight of some little kids playing at the edge. I sighed
and thought about my dad’s boat back home. Summer was almost half over and
we had yet to go out in it. Hmmm, something I would have to pester him about
when I got home.
“Nice boat,” a deep voice commented to the side of me.
I turned my head and saw a guy who looked to be about my age or so squatting
down a few feet from me, watching the boat go by through dark sunglasses. I
quickly took stock of him – nice tan, average height with a muscular build,
short blond hair, shaved torso and a smile that immediately made my heart
skip.
“Do you ski?” he asked, seeing that he had my attention.
I replied, saying I did but hadn’t had a chance this summer yet and that I
was envious of the people on that boat.
“Yeah, I know how you feel,” he said, nodding his head, “This is the first
weekend I’ve had mine out this year.”
Immediately I had a feeling where this conversation might be going but then I
can’t say I wasn't hoping that it would. I’d only been her less than half an
hour and already I was bored stiff. Seeing the boats on the lake made me a
bit homesick, or at least made me wish I was home on our lake with my dad and
family. I thought of some of the hot times we’d had over the years and how
much better it would be to do something like that this weekend instead of
laying out alone on a kid’s beach.
I decided to take the bait and see where I landed so I asked him what kind of
boat he had. He described it and mentioned it was just him and a couple of
friends. Apparently his parents had one of those “permanent” RV sites and he
was here visiting them for the weekend. Then he casually mentioned that some
of his friends were due to arrive in a little bit to go out on his boat that
he kept at the marina. He paused and looked at me after throwing out that
little tidbit, as if waiting to see how I would react.
My mind raced and I knew my next words would determine whether this was just
a casual conversation or perhaps something that might lead to a more
interesting afternoon. He seemed to be a nice guy and the more he spoke and
I looked at him, the more I wanted to get to know him better.
“Do you have room for one more?” I asked softly with a shy grin.
He returned the smile and answered, “Of course, there’s always room for a
beautiful girl.”
Sure, it was a bit of a hokey come-on but still, I liked hearing it anyway.
Then I asked him if his girlfriend would mind me butting in. He frowned a
little and shook his head, explaining he was just coming off a rather messy
breakup with a girl he’d been seeing for a couple of years. Whether it was
true or not, I had no idea, but at least it told me I wouldn’t be getting
into some kind of cat fight with a jealous girlfriend.
Riley, as he had introduced himself earlier, helped me gather my things and
as I stood up I noticed him giving me the once-over. Damn, now I wished I’d
brought my skimpier bikini! Not that this one didn’t show plenty of me, but
the bottoms especially were far too conservative when it came to showing off.
Sure, some guys claimed to like the more “mysterious” look of a conservative
bikini but I knew better – the more skin showing, the more they liked it.
Riley was wearing a baggy swimsuit that was more like shorts, coming down
almost to his knees. It rode low on his waist and I felt a little twinge
when I saw the thin line of dark hair leading down from his belly button,
knowing that as it disappeared into his shorts that it lead to something a
LOT hairier, and a LOT more interesting. As baggy as the suit was, he could
have had a full erection and it might not have shown so I had no idea what he
was packing between his legs. Would I find out later?
As we left the beach and headed for the parking lot, I found myself wondering
why he had been at the beach in the first place. I hadn’t seen him when I
got there, I am SURE would have noticed someone like him, so he must have
arrived after I’d laid down. He wasn't carrying anything and his shorts were
dry so the water hadn’t interested him nor did he seem to have plans for
staying any length of time. Had he stopped by just to see if he could pick
up a girl?
As we approached his pickup truck, he explained his parents had their RV set
up at the other end of the park so rather than walk it was easier to drive.
Suddenly my heart rate sped up and my mouth felt a bit dry. Did he REALLY
have a boat? Was he REALLY staying with his parents? Here I was, getting
into a truck with a total stranger thousands of miles from home, with nobody
around to even call out to. It was like a plot from a bad horror film.
Common sense dictated that I make up some excuse about forgetting I had to be
somewhere and leave before getting myself in over my head. Yet at the same
time, he seemed sincere. Of course, don't all serial rapist seem sincere on
TV? Then again, I WAS horny and this looked like my best prospect of the
afternoon, unless I wanted to go back to the NASCAR gang and play the role of
their wanton slut. I giggled at that thought, the image of me with that
bunch of rednecks was more amusing than erotic.
By then, we were at the truck and Riley had opened the passenger to let me
in. For some reason I looked quick to make sure there was a door handle (too
many teen scream movies I guess) and then hopped in as he shut the door
behind me.
As it turned out, my worries were for naught. His parents did indeed had an
RV, it WAS quite a drive so I was glad we didn't have to walk, and the more I
talked with Riley and then met his parents, the more I liked him. I was
still in my bikini when he introduced me to his parents as I hadn’t even
brought a pair of shorts with me. They were older than I’d expected, maybe
in their late fifties, but it’s hard to tell withholder people. His mom was
sweet to me while his dad obviously liked to look at young girls, especially
their bottoms judging from the way his eyes drilled in on my ass whenever he
thought he could get away with it.
We hadn’t been there but a few minutes when another pickup pulled in and two
more guys jumped out. The driver looked to be about the same age as Riley
while the second was a teenager, probably still in high school from his looks
although he was the tallest of the guys and thin as a rail. Riley introduced
me to Ray and then his younger brother Marc (Marc specifically made sure to
say it was spelled with a “c”, as if that made some difference to him.) If
they were surprised to see me, they hid it well although Marc in particular
seemed the most interested, practically staring at my chest as if he didn't
even care who saw him.
Not wanting to waste any more of the afternoon sun, after some brief hellos I
got back in Riley’s truck and we drove to the marina while Ray and Marc rode
in the back. Sure enough, Riley DID have a boat and it was a beauty, one of
those designed just for skiing with the pole in the center a sleek line that
just looked fast. I’d never been in a boat like it before, let alone ski
behind one, so I was pretty excited as we climbed on board.
Ray carried a cooler from the back of Riley’s pickup and that was about all
we had to do before taking off. Apparently Riley had been down earlier to
gas it up and get the skis and such ready so as soon as we were all on-board
we were off for the center of the lake.
Riley, of course, was driving, with Ray in the passenger seat to his left.
That left me and Marc in the back seat which ran across the back end. There
really wasn't an incredible amount of seating in the boat but then it was a
ski boat, not a party boat Most of the rear end was covered with the engine
underneath. The inboard was a lot quieter than the outboard was on my dad’s
boat but still noisy enough to make conversation difficult so we all just
road in silence for the short trip. I don’t think Marc’s eyes came off my
chest once the entire trip except for one time when we hit a wake and I was
tossed to the side and my rear end pointed towards him. THAT got his
attention!
Surprisingly there weren’t many boats out given the nice weather and the fact
it was a weekend. Back home a lake like this would have been swarming with
boats, making skiing a bit of pain as you constantly fought the wakes from
all the boats. I saw maybe three other boats in all and the lake surface was
relatively calm – a great skiing day!
Stopping the boat finally, Marc was the first to put on a ski jacket. I was
curious how he would do with his tall, thin build. He didn’t look all that
strong, not that he looked weak, just a bit ungainly as if he was still
growing into his maturing body. As it turned out he was obvious an
experienced skier and I was as impressed as I was surprised. When he got
back in the boat and Ray took his place, he was panting from the exertion. I
congratulated him on his skiing abilities and he seemed happy to have won my
approval.
Ray was equally skilled, if not more so than his younger brother. As he was
preparing to go, I had a chance to talk to Marc a bit and learned he had just
turned 18 a few days before and had just graduated from high school. All the
while we talked his eyes kept dropping down to my chest, as if he’d never
seen a girl’s boobs before. His rapt attention was too much of an
opportunity to pass up so as Ray got started, I ‘adjusted” my top as if it
was not feeling right, grabbing the top of each cup and pulling it out and
then up and over to get my boobs repositioned inside. In the process, my
right breast “accidentally” spilled out for a moment and I quickly pushed it
back in, smiling shyly at Marc as if I was embarrassed.
Riley was too busy driving and Ray was too far back behind the boat to notice
what had happened as Marc’s eyes widened with his momentary glimpse of my
white skinned breast and hardened brown nipple.
Given the positive reaction my simple move had received from Marc, it
emboldened me to tease him a little more. I reached to the side and untied
my bottoms on that side, and then retied them as if they had been too loose.
Of course in the process I pulled out on the strings and exposed just a hint
of my crotch, enough for someone to see that I was either shaved or pretty
darn close to it. Actually, I had loosened them rather than tightening, and
in the process I noted that Marc wasn't opposed to looking at my bottom as
much as my chest!
Before I could go any further, Ray took a spill and it was my turn to go. I
had to tighten the ski jacket quite a bit after Ray and it still was pretty
loose on me. The lake water was warmer than I’d expected and before long I
was up on my single ski and having a blast. I may be a klutz at virtually
every sport but this was the one thing I CAN do – water ski. Ray and Marc
kept their attention on me the whole time and I was sure it was more than
just acting as lookouts for my safety.
With my loosening of my ties on my bottoms, as I skied they started to drop
and I had to hold on to the handle with one hand while reaching back and
pulling them up with the other. Finally, my arms tired and there was one
bump to many and I was down and in the water. As I waited for the boat to
circle, I reached underwater and loosened the tie on the other side even
more, smiling to myself as I did.
Riley maneuvered the boat up alongside me and Ray dropped the ladder over the
side for me to climb back in. As I worked my way over the top, the
combination of my bottoms being heavier now that they were wet, coupled
together with the slickness of my wet skin, created exactly the results I’d
been hoping for – my bottoms feel down to my knees! As I crawled into the
boat, the guys helped me in but they seemed uncertain what to do about my
bikini bottom falling down. Then to make things ‘worse”, as I finally got on
my feet the bottoms fell all the way down to my feet.
“Oops!” I said flashing a toothy grin as I reached down to pull them back up
again.
Whether it was the surprise that caught them off guard or whatever, all three
of them never took their eyes off my bare ass the entire time, not even
pretending to look away.
“You know, you don't have to pull them back up on OUR account,” Ray said,
trying to sound like he was just joking but with no doubt with an element of
hope as well.
I loosened the ski jacket and Riley helped me out of it. Once again I
‘adjusted” my bikini top, making sure they saw as much as possible but not
actually allowing anything to pop out this time. I reached behind my neck,
undoing the tie and acting as though I needed to redo it but then I had
another “accident”, dropping the ties and the top immediately fell down and
exposed my bare boobs to them all. I hesitated a second, as if I was
surprised but just long enough for them to get a good look, and then pulled
it back up and retied the strings behind my neck, this time more securely.
“Sorry, I just can’t seem to keep my bikini on,” I teased them, taking a seat
next to Marc.
I looked down and he had a very noticeable erection, even through his shorts
I could detect a more tent-like appearance now as the “pole” underneath was
raised. Unfortunately I couldn’t see Ray or Riley well enough to see if they
were reacting in a similar manner as they were now sitting in the seat,
twisted around to watch me. Somehow I had a feeling they were nursing their
own erections – at least they had better be!
“Well, as Ray was saying so indelicately, I hope you don't think you’re
required to wear that for OUR sakes,” Riley chimed in this time.
They all laughed as if he was just joking but I had no doubt what he meant by
it – and I’m sure the other two felt the same way.
“What do you mean guys?... are you all saying that you want me to take it
off?” I teased them, “Like... we’re out in the idle of the lake! Gosh, I’d
be naked. What if somebody sees me!”
Ray looked around as if to emphasize the fact we were pretty much alone as
the other boats had moved off a ways since we’d started. I looked over at
Marc who was silent but from the expression on his face, there wasn't much
doubt what HE was hoping for. Well, the dumb blonde routine seemed to be
working so far so I continued...
“Wow... are you SURE it’s OK if I get naked?” I asked Riley. Yeah, like I
really needed his permission to strip.
“Trust me, WE won’t stop you,” Riley replied, his grin getting wider with
each passing moment.
What the heck. It wasn't like I hadn’t thought about something like this
from the time Riley had invited me out on his boat. It certainly wouldn't be
the first time I’d been out in the middle of a lake undressed – and a lot
more (or less?). Still, I wanted to make it a little more erotic so rather
than just stripping and getting naked without any fanfare, I wanted to tease
them all just a little bit more.
“Well then, so who’s going to untie me?” I said in a sultry voice. I think
all three of them wanted to volunteer yet none of them wanted to appear TOO
anxious in front of the others. Finally, Riley got up and approached me.
Without a word he reached behind my head as if going for my top but I stopped
him and pushed his hands lower.
“Bottoms first, OK?” I said, “Nobody else can see if I’m not wearing those.”
It’s not I was shy in the least about getting nude, but it didn’t hurt to let
them think I was. Riley just grinned all the more as he reached on one side
of me and pulled the strings, and then to the other. My bottom was being
held in place now just the friction against my skin so he grabbed the front
and I raised myself off the seat to let him pull it away from me. I sat back
down, keeping my legs tight together with my hands folded in my lap, nothing
between me and the plastic seat.
“Well?” I asked, trying to get them to say something, “You guys like my bare
butt?”
“Ummmmm, nice ass,” Ray blurted out, the catching himself and looking at the
others.
The three of them looked back and forth as if unsure as to what they should
do next. Odds were they never had a slut like me in the boat before!
“Since you’ve been staring at my boobs all afternoon Marc, why don’t you take
my top off?” I said, smiling at Marc so as not to embarrass him TOO badly.
Still, he obviously was still a little embarrassed that I’d caught him
looking at me that way judging from the redness in his face. However, that
didn’t stop him from quickly accepting my invitation and I twisted to one
side so my back (and my bare butt) was facing him. I felt his fingers
fumbling first at my neck under my hair and then in the small of my back as
he undid my bikini. The top fell down and I grabbed it and put it off to the
side where I would be sure to find it later. The net result was I was now
naked, sitting in the boat as three obviously horny guys stared at me.
“OK, so now that I’m all naked, what next?” I asked, trying not to laugh at
the way they were staring at me.
Both Ray and Riley were old enough that I was quite sure they’d seen plenty
of naked girls in their life. Marc, on the other hand, was a bit of an
enigma. I knew lots of guys his age that had plenty of sexual experiences
but then there were plenty of others who had done little more than masturbate
their way through high school. At the moment I wasn't sure which camp he
fell into although I was leaning towards the heavy masturbation side.
“What’s the matter guys, haven’t you ever had a girl get naked in your boat
before?” I teased them, still keeping my legs together but not trying to hide
my breasts at all.
“Well..., now that you mention it...” Riley replied, pausing for just a
moment before continuing, “No!”
“Oh? So you never even THOUGHT about me being naked when you invited me
along today?” I asked, as if I would feel hurt if he hadn’t – and I would
have been!
“Well...” as again Riley paused before continuing, “I mean it’s not like I
didn’t THINK about it... but you know...?
Indeed I did but it was still fun to tease him about it so I pushed on, “And
so what else were you thinking about me when you were imagining me naked?”
Something told me that while Riley had certainly entertained the thought of
me being naked – as likely the other two did as well since after all, they
WERE guys, I doubt he ever envisioned me being quite so forward about it.
What the heck, it wasn't like I had a month to let things work out over time.
I really wanted them to know that I was fine with most anything they might
have fantasized about so we could get down to having some REAL fun! Rather
than wait for Riley to compose an answer, I decided to just lay it all out on
the line.
“Look fellas, obviously I’m horny and I’m guessing you all are too,” I said
matter-of-factly, glancing deliberately down at the tent pole rising even
higher in Marc’s wet shorts, “So why don't you guys get out of those shorts
and just fuck me – you KNOW you want to!”
Up until now I’d surprised them plenty and probably had we done nothing more,
they would’ve gone home happy and masturbated about all the things they COULD
have done with me. From the looks on their faces, it was now beyond the
‘surprise” factor – way beyond. Marc’s eye widened like saucers and he
looked at his brother as if seeking his guidance.
Ray, however, was a cooler customer and while I could tell he was bit taken
off-guard when I first said it, he quickly regained his composure. Then he
looked at me as if he wasn't sure I was being serious or just one hell of a
nasty tease.
“Alright then, if that’s what you want, let’s see you blow my brother first,”
he said, as if daring me to back up my bravado.
Marc visibly gulped, looking over at his brother as if he couldn’t believe
his ears.
“OK then... Marc, you heard your brother, now take off those shorts... now!”
I said in a demanding tone.
I may be playing the role of the ultimate slut for them but I wasn't going to
be their slave toy either. This was my party now and I wanted to be in
control.
Marc hesitated and so I moved over closer to him and reached over to undo his
shorts. He just sat there, as if he didn't know whether to stop me, help me,
or do it himself and in the end he just remained frozen in place as I pulled
his shorts down past his knees and finally to his feet and off, tossing them
towards the front of the boat. Sure enough, Marc’s dick was like a rigid
pole, pointing straight up like a missile on the launch pad ready to go into
orbit.
“So Ray, ever watch your little brother get his dick sucked?” I asked,
looking back at Ray.
“Hell, I don't think HE has ever seen his dick sucked,” Ray chortled as his
eyes focused on my bare ass that was now aimed in his direction.
“Hmmmmmm... Is that true Marc, have you had a BJ before?” I asked, looking up
at Marc.
One look at his face told me all I needed to know. Damn! Two BJ virgins in
two days. I thought California was suppose to be the home of hippies and
free love and wild sex!
“Well, since you’re his big brother, why don't you sit over next to him and
watch?” I taunted Ray. He shook his head and came back, “Nawwwwww, I don’t
need to see THAT up close. I prefer the view from here!”
Indeed, he wasn't look at where I now was holding Marc’s dick in my hand, he
was absorbed with my bare butt, even if I was keeping my legs together such
that my pussy wasn’t showing – at least for now. I looked up at Marc as I
slowly started to stroke his dick. It wasn't anything to write home about,
maybe five inches at most, but damn was it hard! That was one thing about
smaller dicks, they seemed to make up for with hardness what they lacked in
size.
“Soooooo, do you want me to suck your dick Marc?” I said more softly this
time. He nodded but that wasn't good enough for me. “No, I want to hear you
say it. Now tell me – do you or don’t you want me to suck your dick?”
Marc looked at his brother again and then down at me holding his dick. I
think he liked what I was doing but he didn't seem too sure about his brother
watching. Still, I WAS stroking his dick and he WAS horny as hell now so he
managed to get out a high-pitched, “Yes!”
“Nooooooo, “ I corrected him again, “I said I wanted you to tell me so say
it.”
By now I was getting along pretty well with my hand-job and he was becoming
less and less worried about his brother and more and more interested in what
I was doing. “Yes, I want you to suck my dick,” he finally blurted out. I
smiled back in return and said, “There, that wasn’t so hard was it? Not
nearly so hard as your great dick.”
OK, so it wasn't a GREAT dick but every guys likes to hear a girl compliment
his cock and I was sure Marc was no exception. I looked back at Ray and
Riley one last time, gave them a grin, and then turned back to Marc and
lowered my head to his dick.
At first I just licked the tip, and then up and down his fleshy shaft with my
tongue. Then I put my lips over his shaft, sort of like when you eat an ear
of corn except I was careful not to bite him! I nibbled on his dick from the
base to the head and then back down again before going up once more. With my
eyes meeting his, I let his dick slip between my lips and into my mouth,
sucking gently on the mushroomed head while I teased the tip with my tongue.
“Oh yeah, go for it Marc,” his brother encouraged him.
Riley was quiet, probably wondering how he’d ever been so lucky to find a
slut like me on the beach this afternoon. Well, that made us BOTH lucky I
guess, didn’t it? As for me, I’d never even dreamed I’d be so lucky today!
I sucked gently on Marc’s dick. I knew better than to get too aggressive too
soon as odds were he was ready to explode as it was. Probably not even in
his wildest fantasies had he ever dreamed anything this would ever happen to
him! After a while I lifted my head up and turned back to Ray and Riley.
“Hey! Are you two just going to watch or is someone going to fuck me?”
There, I’d be willing to bet pretty heavy that they’d never had a girl say
THAT to them before, at least not one they hadn’t paid for! It was really a
lot of fun for me to act out this way, like I was a total slut and nothing
was too wild for me to say or do. Of course, even I have my limits but
hopefully neither of them would push hard enough to find them. Riley and Ray
exchanged glances and it was Riley that finally spoke up, looking at Ray as
he did.
“Well, it’s YOUR brother she’s blowing so I guess it’s only right that you
fuck her, don't you think?”
“Well, if you insist,” Ray replied, as if he was doing it under duress but we
all knew better than that.
Ray quickly pulled off his shorts to expose his own erection. Hmmmmmm, older
brother was not only bigger overall, but a lot bigger between his legs as
well. Still nothing to star in a porn flick with, but a respectable six or
seven inches and considerably thicker than his younger brother’s tool.
Satisfied I had “motivated” him, I went back to blowing Marc, still going
slow to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. I could taste the
distinctive bitterness of his precum as it began to seep from his cock so I
slowed my ministrations even more to stall off his orgasm for as long as
possible.
I spread my bare legs apart a bit now, giving the guys a slightly better view
of my asshole and pussy but I made a point of not looking back, instead I
waiting to see what would happen next. Riley and Ray just sat there for now,
watching me and commenting back and forth. I don't think they thought I
could hear them but it’s amazing how sound carries when you’re on the water,
especially with the motor off and the lake so smooth.
“Damn, look at her go... that bitch really seems to love sucking dick.”
“Yeah, your brother looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.”
“Shit, you say you found her at the BEACH? Sure you didn’t hire her?”
“Hey, what can I say? Someday peanuts, someday shells! Guess I got lucky
today, eh?”
(chuckles) “Looks like Marc’s the one getting lucky!”
“Can you believe that ass? Looks like it gets plenty of sun too.”
“Tell me about it, and you can tell that she knows we’re watching... just
look at the way the slut spread her legs further apart for us just now.”
(more chuckles) “Hmmm, you know, I think she wants it more than you Ray. I
thought you were going to fuck that fine piece of ass?”
I heard someone moving about behind me. I was tempted to look behind me but
I didn’t want them to know I’d been listening to every word as I held Marc’s
quivering cock in my mouth, using just my tongue now to play with the head.
Then I felt a hand moving up between my thighs and cupping my warm crotch.
His finger pressed into my pussy, sliding into me easily as wet as I was (and
I don't mean from having recently being in the lake!).
“Damn, she’s soaking wet Riley... guess you were right!”
I moaned as his finger explored me, the rest of his hand pressing up against
my shaved crotch putting pressure on my clit. With Marc’s dick in my mouth,
the moan was more like a hum which drew a quick response from Marc.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, sounding more in agony than ecstasy but I knew he was
loving it from the way his hands pressed my head down further onto his stiff
dick.
“She doing you good?” I heard Ray ask his brother as he pushed a second
finger in me, “She’s got a great pussy too... wet and tight, just the way I
like ‘em.”
Marc wasn’t in any shape to carry on a conversation. It was obvious he was
ready to cum from the way he was squirming under me, his hips raising
involuntarily up against my mouth, instinctively trying to drive his dick in
further as if he was fucking me.
Just then Marc pulled his fingers out of me and instead used them to split my
pussy lips apart. He pushed my legs further to each side and then I felt
something pressing up against my pussy – the hard head of his dick. I would
have loved to have seen it and maybe suck on it first but with Marc still in
my mouth and Ray was far too horny for any foreplay, all of which was fine
with me. As Riley had rightfully observed before, I wanted him to fuck me as
much as he did – maybe more.
When Ray pushed his dick in me without any warning, I almost gagged on Marc’s
dick as I gasped. Damn, his dick felt bigger than it looked! It was like I
was being split in two for the first instant and then as his shaft drilled
into me the pain was quickly replaced with this incredible sensation of sheer
pleasure that made me groan again.
“Hear that little brother... she loves my dick in her,” Ray bragged to Marc,
“Damn she’s got a tight cunt!”
As soon as he was in me Ray started pumping his cock in and out of me, slowly
at first, leaving it all the way in me for a few seconds each time before
slowly pulling it almost all the way out of me before teasing me with just
the tip and then slowly driving it back in. Each time it was like I was
being filled with his dick only to have this terrible emptiness which was
followed by that magical feeling I get when I can feel my pussy being filled
by a dick once again. God it felt SO good to be fucked like this, especially
with his brother’s dick on the verge of exploding in my mouth at any second.
It dawned on me just then that so far as I knew, this was the first time I’d
ever been fucked by brothers – at least at the same time. I’ve had sex with
brothers before, only at separate times. In fact, I’d even fucked the
brother of my very first boyfriend way back when I was just fourteen.
Somehow over the years I’d never managed to get both guys at the same time so
in a way, this was a milestone for me I guess you could say.
My thought train was broken when Marc finally couldn’t hold back anymore. I
could feel him rising up and I let about half his dick out of my mouth to
make it easier to take his load. Just as I did he let out a loud gasp and
the first load of cum exploded from the tip of his cock, striking the back of
my throat with amazing force as if shot from a pressurized fire hose.
“Oh my God!” he groaned as he thrust his dick upward with each succeeded
ejaculation.
I managed to match his movements pretty well, letting each load further fill
my mouth until I let me lips loosen on his shaft just enough to allow some of
it to spill out and drip down my chin onto his wonderful dick. Personally,
I’d have been just as happy to let it all stay in my mouth and just swallow
it down when he was done, but the hallmark of a good blowjob was not only to
satisfy a guy physically, but to give him a show he’ll always remember as
well. As much as I knew he’d be masturbating many a time in the future as he
recalled this moment, the mental image of his cum dripping down his cock as
he “overflowed” my mouth with his massive load would make it just that much
better.
As Marc was cumming, Ray held his dick still in me as I felt him twist to the
side to get a better view of me taking his brother’s load. Sure enough, he
was turned on by my technique as well.
“Atta boy, that’s my brother... too much cum for her to handle!” he cheered
Marc on.
Marc slumped on the seat as the final load was emptied into my mouth. I went
down on his spent dick, licking up the cum that covered it, causing him to
jerk as another spasm was triggered by my mouth twisting around his sensitive
shaft. With that I lifted my head, opening my mouth to show him the cum that
had pooled on my tongue, grinning to him as I felt a bit proud of my
performance.
“Let’s see his cum,” Ray called out so I twisted my head around to face him,
opening my mouth as far as I could without losing the load of cum in it.
I grinned as I shut my mouth, swallowed it down with a couple of exaggerated
gulps, and then opened my mouth again to show first Ray, and then Marc, that
I’d swallowed every drop.
“Damn, will you look at that... she swallowed all your cum Marc,” Ray
observed, like Marc needed to be told!
Ray resumed his fucking with renewed vigor now that he’d seen me take Marc’s
cum. I still had my arms resting on Marc’s legs and his cock remained hard
just inches in front of my face, sometimes hitting me on the cheek or
forehead as I was rocked back and forth when Ray thrust himself wildly in and
out of me. He had his hands on my bare hips, pushing and pulling me in sync
with his movements. It was tempting to take Marc’s dick back in my mouth to
see how he would react but Ray’s cock in me was all I could concentrate on as
I put one arm under me and started playing with my clit. Ray fucked me
faster and faster.
“Hey, look at her play with herself,” I heard Riley call out to the brothers,
the first word I’d heard from his direction since Ray had started fucking my
pussy.
“Yeah, she wants it alright... fucking slut,” Ray replied.
Unlike when Mrs. Eisneberg called me that, I knew Ray calling me a slut was
his way of complimenting me for being so hot to fuck and so I felt good that
he called me that. Hey, it’s not like I wasn’t one – and proud to be one at
that!
“Fuck me Ray... fuck me harder,” I said through gritted teeth, my first words
to him since his dick had entered me.
“Yeah! Give it to her... fuck the tramp,” Riley cheered Ray on.
“You like my dick in your cunt, don't you?” Ray said, more a statement than a
question but I responded anyway.
“Oh god yes!” I moaned in response, “I love your fat cock in my cunt.”
Granted, “cunt” is not my usual term for my pussy but I knew it turned him on
to hear me call it that so that’s what I did. Something about a filthy mouth
seemed to turn guys on, at least most guys and ray certainly seemed to fall
into that category.
Suddenly he pulled out but it wasn't to cum, he had other ideas. He lifted
me up off my knees and told his brother to get out of the way as he put me on
my back on the seat, lifting my inner leg up onto the top of the cushion
while allowing the outer one to drape over the edge, my foot on the carpeted
floor of the boat. Putting one knee up between my legs, Ray gripped his dick
firmly in his hand, guiding it back to my pussy which was plainly in view now
for all three of them to watch.
“Let me show you how it’s done Marc,” Ray bragged again to his younger
brother as he wiggled the head of his dick at the entrance to my pussy,
teasing me and making me squirm in anticipation.
“See that, she wants it bad. Tell my brother what you want slut.”
I looked over at Marc who had taken his brother’s seat up front next to
Riley, who was still fully dressed and showed no signs of joining in. For
just a second I found myself wondering why he wasn't trying to fuck me as
well but then Ray slapped his cock against my clit, sending shudders through
me as he stimulated it.
“I want you in me... fucking me,,, filling my cunt with your big dick,” I
moaned – no acting required, that was for sure. God, I did indeed want him
back in me – BADLY.
“Beg for it slut, beg me to fuck you.”
Damn, he was certainly full of himself but I wasn’t about to say anything
because at this moment I wanted to be full of him as well. God I wanted him
to fuck me – I NEEDED him to fuck me. Feeling his dick rubbing my crotch was
driving me crazy with lust. God, did he have ANY idea how badly I wanted it
in me?
“Please fuck me, please!” I begged – sincerely at that. “Oh my god, I NEED
you to fuck me... please put it in me Ray!”
“That’s better... here you go, just what you want.”
With that he FINALLY pressed his dick against me and I lifted my hips up to
greet it, trying to draw him inside of me so I could feel that wonderful
sense of fullness and completeness again. Oh it felt so good when he was
back in me! I looked over at Riley and Marc and smiled at them, my face
aglow with the sheer pleasure of being fucked just to feel good. Seeing them
watching me, then feeling Ray’s large hand on my pulsating clit as he pumped
me with his erect dick, set me off finally and I came – and I came hard!
“Oh god!” I cried out, my upper leg straightening out like I was having a
cramp while I tried to steady myself on the seat with both hands as my orgasm
took control.
It was like an out-of-body experience, like my body was reacting to some
fantastic sensation yet I was powerless to control it or do anything but lay
there with my back arched and head thrown back as Ray continued to fuck me
with that fantastic cock of his.
“Damn, I think she’s going to pop my cock!” Ray told the other guys as my
pussy gripped his dick, trying to hold onto it and never let it out of me, “I
can’t believe how tights she is now!”
“Oh...my...god!” was all I could say as he shoved himself deep inside of me
and then held himself there as he rotated his hips to move his dick around
inside of me. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out at the top of
my lungs, to tell the whole world how good Ray was fucking me.
“Mmmmmmm, look at those tits bounce,” Ray observed, putting his hand on one
of them shortly afterwards, “All pure, 100% made by Mother Nature too!”
Well, my boobs are exactly small any more, a pretty solid C cup most of the
time depending on the bra manufacturer, but nobody would mistake them for
being the results of any enhancement procedures. Still, I liked it when he
complimented my boobs as most guys just focus on my pussy and ass.
Keeping his dick in me, Ray leaned over and licked my nipple with his tongue
and then sucked on it between his lips, pulling on it with his teeth just
enough to hurt but still feel good at the same time. My orgasm was beginning
to dwindle by then but his mouth on my breast revitalized it, sending me back
over the top once again. Between his mouth on my breast and his dick filling
my pussy, I was in heaven!
“Cum in me... I want you to cum in my pussy,” I managed to finally get out as
I panted and tried to catch my breath.
“Hear that guys? She wants me to cum in her!” Ray announced just in case the
other two weren't paying attention – little chance of THAT under the
circumstances I would think.
Then he looked down at me and our eyes met and I could see the animal lust in
them. It excites me to see a man when he gets in this condition. When they
get this far gone, even if for some unimaginable reason I wanted him to stop,
I knew he wouldn’t. There was no stopping this freight train once it left
the station. Ray was going to fuck me until he came in me – and nothing in
the world was going to stop him. Knowing that, seeing it in his eyes and
expression, was incredibly hot!
“You wanted it, you’re about to get it,” he warned me as he was pumping me as
hard and fast he could now.
It was all I could do to keep my place on the seat cushion without falling to
the floor as he pounded my starving pussy, fucking me like some wild animal.
“Oh fuck... oh yeah!” he cried out, arching his back as his hips thrust
forward to drive his dick as deeply into me as he could while “mating” me.
Then he made a short stroke and as he rammed it deep into me again, I felt
that odd sensation of warmth inside of me I get when a man releases a warm
load of sperm inside of me.
“That’s it Ray... give it to me... give it all to me,” I whispered hoarsely
as he gave me one load after yet another.
I felt wonderful, fulfilled, satisfied, all those sort of things as he
deposited his sperm in me. Mmmmmmm, this is what sex is all about when you
push aside the distractions and annoyances. This was it – a man fucking and
then cumming inside a woman. This was the essence of sex, the culmination of
all we had done up to this moment.
Finally he was done and he quickly pulled out of me, leaving my swollen and
wet pussy wide open for the other two to see. I pushed down, like trying to
deliver a baby, and was rewarded with the funny sensation of his cum as it
drained out of me and ran down my ass to the seat cover below.
“Oh yeah, now THAT’S how it’s done,” Ray bragged some more, “Look at my cum
dripping out of her cunt Marc.”
I just laid there, totally exhausted and unable to even lower my leg down
from the seat back. It was OK, I didn't mind them looking at my freshly
fucked pussy. In fact, I loved the way their eyes were focused on my exposed
crotch, staring at my freshly fucked pussy as my body felt weak yet sort of
tingly as the same time as I struggled to clear my head after being fucked so
well.
Seeing Riley smile, I wondered if he was considering taking a turn now or if
sloppy seconds weren’t for him. I know some guys who aren’t phased by being
the second – or third or more guys to cum in me in a row but many guys are
funny about it, Maybe they think it is homophobic to want their dick swimming
in another man’s cum. For whatever reason, he wasn't showing any signs of
wanting to have sex with me and to be honest, that was OK with me at this
moment. Now give me ten or fifteen minutes to regroup and then I might feel
a LOT differently but at this moment, that was how I felt.
“Ready for some more waterskiing?” Riley asked, as if we’d just taken a break
to rest.
Resting was about the last thing I’d done so getting out there and trying to
ski now would have been all but impossible for me.
“Nawwwwww, I think we got what we really wanted today, don’t you agree Marc?”
Ray answered.
Marc just nodded, his dick still as erect as a steel rod and I had no doubt
he wouldn't have minded taking another shot at me himself. He didn't speak
up, though, letting his brother make the decisions – something I had a
feeling was usually the case when they were together.
As they put their shorts back on I managed to sit up again, causing more of
Ray’s cum to flow from my pussy. God I was a wreck! I could still feel some
of Marc’s cum on my chin and my crotch felt like it was a sticky mess. Lord
only knew what my wet hair looked like! As tired as I was, I was still horny
so I couldn't resist a little teasing.
“What’s the matter guys, nobody wants to fuck me again?”
All three of them started to laugh and Ray once again was the spokesman
answering, “Damn, you really ARE a crazy-ass slut... two loads of cum not
enough for you?”
Honestly, it wasn't! I just grinned and shook my head, spreading my tired
legs apart like a cheap whore to reveal my cum-covered, freshly fucked pussy.
Reaching down, I scooped up a little of the cum that remained on me and then
licked it off my fingers. I felt so nasty, so dirty to act like this in
front of three guys I’d only met a couple of hours earlier but then again,
maybe them BEING strangers was what made it so hot for me.
Once we were back I would never see them again so what did it matter what
they thought of me? I sort of liked projecting the image of a wanton slut, a
girl who would fuck anything with a dick. It wasn't THAT far off the mark
but they didn’t have to know the reality of my situation. Can you imagine
their reaction if they knew I was here to attend a church–sponsored
convention!
Riley had started the boat and was heading to shore so I figured I’d better
put something on before anyone saw me sitting stark naked in the back of the
boat. After what they’d just done to me it really didn't concern me THAT
much but still, I didn't want to get in any kind of trouble for indecent
exposure.
Looking around, I found my bikini top and bottom but before I put them on I
needed to clean myself off a bit. Not wanting to use MY towel and have to
worry about Mrs. Eisenberg seeing the cum stains, I grabbed one of the guys’
towels and wiped myself down with it – they didn't complain. Once I was
reasonably clean I put back on the bikini, tying the strings properly this
time so I could walk around on shore without it falling off, and took my seat
to enjoy the rest of the boat ride.
While the guys worked on getting the boat back on the trailer, I managed to
catch the attention of the guys at the boat ramp. No doubt they wished
they’d been one of the three guys who had gone out with the girl in the tiny
bikini! Before I knew it, Riley was telling me they were ready to go and
soon we were back at his parents’ RV.
“Have a good time?” his mom asked as we got out of our trucks.
Marc’s face turned crimson red and he turned away so she wouldn't notice but
he was far too slow, although she didn't say anything. Ray assured her they
had a great time but that he and Marc had to get back home to take care of
some chores or whatever. He came to me and I thought for a moment he would
kiss me - something neither of the brothers had done the whole time we had
sex, but instead he just shook my hand and leered at me.
“Hey, if you ever need more ‘help’ on the lake – or anywhere else, just give
me a call.”
As they drove away, I waved and when I turned back, Riley’s parents were both
there, smiling at the two of us. I certainly didn't hope they didn't think I
was some potential girlfriend of his. Heck, he hadn’t even laid a hand on me
in the boat and I was starting to wonder about what was going on with him.
He certainly didn't SEEM gay but then sometimes you never know for sure.
“Care to stay for a while longer?” his mom asked sweetly. I figured why not,
my legs still felt a little shaky and resting a little more before returning
to the RV might not be such a bad idea.
I saw the three of them look at me and then exchange glances. Now what was
this all about?
I was about to find out...
Chapter 3 – The Family That RVs together... Plays Together
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One question I get asked a lot is whether I’ve ever met or been with a family
besides my own that practices incest. I don't mean anyone on-line because no
matter how much you chat or e-mail, there is always that nagging question in
the back of your mind as to whether any of it is real or even just a bit
exaggerated. Without compromising my own privacy and security, there’s
simply no way to be sure but I’ve come to accept that over the years and try
not to let it bother me. There are a few special people I feel quite
confident about, but I couldn’t testify in court that they actually practice
incest.
Since I don’t know of anyone in my “real” life that practices incest
(bestiality - yes, adultery – yes, pedophilia – yes, but not incest), my
stock answer is always, “Not that I know of.” OK, I’m sure someone will point
out to me that there was ONE time way back in high school when the mother of
my first boyfriend got involved with us but that was a one-time thing (at
least I never got any confirmation that it ever happened again) and in my
mind that really doesn't qualify as incest because it wasn't part of any on-
going relationship between the two of them.
The point being that given the norms of our society, incest is at the very
least looked down upon, not to mention illegal as well depending on the ages
involved. While there may be some valid reasons for these ridiculous taboo
back in the Dark Ages, prohibitions against incest are much like those
against alcohol – unnecessary and unenforceable. Thus anyone practicing
“true incest”, at least as I believe it should be practiced, would not reveal
their lifestyle to anyone outside their family no more than I would.
The problem, as I see it, is that the cases where you DO hear about incest
actually should be identified as child abuse in that it usually involves sex
with young children who, despite the claims of the adults involved, simply
are not mature enough to make such major decisions as having sex. “Incest”,
by my definition, is the loving, CONSENSUAL, act of sex between family
members used primarily as an expression of their love and respect for each
other. Of course there is an element of pleasure involved, I am not naïve,
but that is a byproduct and not the primary reason for having incestual sex.
For instance, I don't have sex with my dad in the same way I do with a guy I
date. My date fuckbuddies are for my enjoyment and fun. Hopefully they
enjoy it just as much but I think about me first. However, I submit to my
father because I love him and want to please him and make him happy, not to
get myself off just because I’m horny. I don’t have sex with my father so
that he will love me, I have sex with him because he already does and thus I
want our relationship to be as close and intimate as possible. Not intimate
in a romantic sense – he is NOT my lover by any stretch of the imagination,
but intimate in a physical manner. Really, what can be more intimate than
sex?
What I’m trying to get at, and seem to have gone off on a tangent in the
process, is that the odds are that there are probably quite a few families in
your circle of friends and associates that practice incest – you just don't
know it. NONE of our friends, neighbors, work and civic associates, etc.,
know my father fucks me. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it – quite the
opposite, but because of the profound negative impact it would have on our
lives should it become public knowledge.
Even without that concern, why is anyone’s sex life a subject of public
discussion anyway? Who knows, maybe the family next door practices incest,
maybe the family that sang at church last week, maybe a father and the
daughter he brought last week to work on Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.
Just because a family practices genuine incest doesn’t mean the kids have to
have bad teeth and low IQs like some stupid West Virginia caricature.
So bottom line, I’ve never knowingly met a family that practices incest but
that in no way means I’ve never met one! The same answer applies to anyone
for that matter.
Walking around the RV park earlier, I was constantly amazed me at the number
and diversity of the people there. You name it, it was there. A surprising
number of people seemed to have permanent sites, their RVs surrounded by
fences, potted plants, even small storage sheds. Most had satellite dishes
and all of them were air-conditioned, of course. I guess with the cost of
homes in California that this was a cheaper way to have a summer home. There
were RVs that looked like rolling mobile homes – huge monsters that must have
had every amenity.
Then there were the truck campers that were little more than an enclosed
truck bed. Many elderly couples, probably retired, were there but just as
many young families, with bikes and kid toys strewn about, were represented
as well. Rich, poor and in-between, it was like a cross-section of America
all in one location. Did any of them practice incest? I bet some did.
With the departure of Rau and his brother Marc, for the first time I took a
good look at the RV site where Riley’s parents lived. Yes, I said lived.
One of the first things they explained was that they stayed here most of the
year while Riley lived in their permanent home. He paid their mortgage and
took care of the place, freeing them to remain here where they had more
friends and things to do without the worries of home ownership.
Riley gave me the quick tour of the RV and I was amazed. If I hadn’t known
it was on wheels I would’ve thought it was a small mobile home! Unlike the
cheap RV the Eisenberg’s had rented, this one was nicely decorated and even
featured a door to their bedroom instead of a curtain. Even the bathroom was
big enough to feel comfortable and didn't have that obnoxious outhouse odor
like in the RV I was staying in.
Back outside, his mother – Judith as she asked me to call her, offered me a
lawn chair and a glass of wine. I’m not a big wine drinker but it was a pink
chardonnay, one of my favorites when I DID drink wine. She sat next to me
while Riley and his dad (he introduced himself as Albert but said I was to
call him Al) took up positions directly opposite us. I was a little self-
conscious in that I was just wearing a bikini and my hair was damp and
stringy but they didn’t seem to care. If anything, I couldn’t help but
notice Al’s eyes giving me that look I see when guys are undressing me with
their eyes – not that there was much left to the imagination.
As I got to know them, I realized that my initial assessment when I first
arrived had been wrong. They really weren’t that old, it was just that
Judith’s hair was prematurely grey and she confessed she just didn’t want to
fool with coloring it. As for Al, he was about 50% bald, mostly on the top
going down the back of his head. The rest of his hair was cute pretty short
which served to de-emphasize his baldness. Like his son, Al was wearing
baggy shorts without a shirt. Unlike his son though, who kept his torso
shaved, Al had thick black and silver hair covering his chest and shoulders,
almost like a wooly bear.
Judith was also in shorts, faded denim that were cut just above the knee.
With her legs crossed, it was obvious that back in her heydays she had quite
the set of legs. They now had a few wrinkles but otherwise she would have
put many women ten years younger than her to shame. She was wearing a black
tank top and I was a little amused to note she wasn’t wearing a bra. Almost
fifty years of waging war against gravity had taken its toll, though, and her
boobs sagged a bit but not such that they looked like granny boobs, hanging
to her belly. It helped in that they weren't all that big, maybe a B cup at
best. Some girls may love their big boobs when they are younger but later in
life there is a price to pay! She had her hair tied back in a long ponytail
which was unusual for her age but gave her a more youthful look as a result.
Both of her parents treated me like I was just another family member. They
seemed rather surprised to learn why I was in California but not nearly as
surprised as Riley appeared to be once he heard. He gave me this, “You’ve
got to be kidding” look and I knew he had to be thinking how could a nice
Christian girl be such a slut?
Actually, that raises a point that really bugs me sometimes – well make that
a lot of the time. Why is it that so many people think that being a
Christian and a slut are mutually exclusive? My body and sexuality are a
part of God’s plan for me and should be celebrated, not hidden or something
to feel embarrassed about.
God created sex and so long as we follow his laws and guidelines, sex should
be part of our lives before God to honor and celebrate his gifts to us. You
don’t have to wear long denim skirts and baggy clothes with your hair tied up
in a bun to be a Christian. Nothing in the New Testament says a slut can’t
be a Christian. Even Jesus hung around with prostitutes and who’s to say he
didn’t enjoy being with them? It’s not like anyone writing in that era would
have mentioned it if he had given the cultural taboos of the times.
So anyway, I have to admit that for a brief moment I wanted to tell Riley to
kiss off but cooler tempers prevailed and I realized he was just reacting the
same way most people would today who didn’t understand my convictions.
After a glass of wine I was starting to feel a little light-headed. I hadn’t
eaten much all day and the alcohol was going straight to my head. It didn’t
help in that I needed to pee pretty badly as well! Finally it got to where U
had to ask Riley if I could use the restroom in the RV. He nodded and said
to go in by myself. I stood up and just as I was about to turn away I
noticed that the three of them all seemed to have the same expression on
their face. It was almost eerie, like one of those sci-fi movies where
aliens take over people’s bodies and they communicate telepathically with one
another. Just as fast as it was there it was gone, leaving me to wonder if
ever happened at all or if it was just the wine going to my head.
Once in the restroom I slipped down my bikini bottoms and took care of
business before anything else. While sitting there I looked at the bottoms
and noticed I must have been still leaking cum after I put them back on based
on the cum stains in the crotch area. My skin itched a bit thanks to a thin
coating of dried cum over my bare pussy so when I was finished with the
toilet I used the opportunity to wash myself up in the sink. Feeling cleaner
and with my bladder no longer threatening to burst, I reached for my bikini
bottoms that I had tossed over the shower door when to my surprise, the
bathroom door opened.
I don't care who she is, put any girl in a bathroom, strip her bottoms off
(and/or top for that matter), and open the door on her unexpectedly and I
guarantee what her response will be. She will gasp, her eyes will bug out,
and her arms and hands will instinctively react to cover whatever area of her
body is exposed. Well, I’m no different than any other girl in such
situations and so I automatically backed against the shower stall, went into
a crouch and put my hands over my crotch to hide my pussy. In the doorway
was Riley!
“Hey, you don’t have to worry about hiding anything, it’s not like I didn't
get an eyeful earlier!” he chuckled, seeming to be amused by my automatic
response to his unexpected entrance.
“Well you could have at least knocked!” I said, catching my breath after
having it frightened out of me.
“Yeah, I could have... but then I wouldn't have gotten to see you be
embarrassed – something I was starting to think wasn’t possible,” he teased
me, standing in the doorway staring at my naked bottom as I stood up and
regained my composure.
I had to admit to being a little confused. Less than a hour ago he had
watched me being fucked without showing all that much interest in me. Now it
was like he couldn't take his eyes off my ass, not to mention he had the
definite signs of an emerging erection.
“What’s the story here anyway?” I asked, my hands on my bare hips trying to
act as if standing there with just a bikini top on was the most natural thing
in the world, “Out on the lake you could have fucked me or anything else you
wanted but you didn't lay a hand on me. Now with your parents right outside
you can’t take your eyes off my ass. What gives?”
Riley grinned at me, not that happy-go-lucky grin he showed me at the beach,
but this was more like the hunter grinning with anticipation as he approached
his prey – me in this case.
“Let’s just say I’m really not into having sex in public with two guys
watching,” he answered, “Now if it had been two of your friends...”
He didn't finish his sentence, nor did he need to. Typical guy – didn't want
his guy friends to see his dick in action but more than happy to show off for
a couple of girls.
“So what now?” I asked, the answer obvious to me as soon as the words left my
mouth, “Oh, you want to fuck me NOW?”
“Well, you’ve got to admit a bed is a lot more comfortable than some sticky
boat seat in the blazing sun.”
He had a point. I was about to mention something about his parents hearing
us but then he was old enough to do what he wanted, WHERE he wanted. No
doubt that had been the source of the “look” I’d seen exchanged when I’d left
the group – them agreeing to let their son have a little fun with the slut
he’d brought him. Obviously this wasn't the first rodeo for them when it
came to their son’s sexual conquests. Cool parents – but then again, he WAS
almost thirty so what were they going to say, he was too young?
I’d my bikini bottoms in my one hand so he reached out to take my other. “No
sense putting that back on,” he said with a grin, “One less thing to fool
with later.”
Riley moved out of the way just enough for me to pass by him and out the
door, As I did, I felt a hand behind my back and sure enough, he’d undone
the back ties of my bikini top.
“Hmmm, I think someone’s horny!” I teased him, letting my bikini hang by the
top strings which meant most of my boobs were now exposed.
“And like you’re not?” he countered, “I somehow got the impression that was
just a warm-up out there on the lake so far as you were concerned.”
I let that one pass as I went into the bedroom at the end of the RV. Wow, it
was almost as big as my bedroom back home when I was growing up! The bed was
made up with a checkered quit on top. I climbed onto the bed, taking off the
bikini top in the process and dropping my sandals at the edge such that I was
nude once at the center of the bed. Turning around to face him, I was on my
knees and saw he had also dropped his shorts on the way. Mmmmmmm, he had a
wonderful dick which was already in the process of becoming erect, maybe at
least half-way there by now.
“So I take it you intend to fuck me this time around and not just watch?” I
teased him.
“Well, eventually but I have a few other things in mind before that,” he said
mysteriously but I quickly realized what he meant. He pushed me onto my
back, spread my legs apart and sat on the edge of the bed admiring my pussy.
“Mmmmmmm, I love the look of a shaved pussy,” he complimented me, “So do you
masturbate a lot?”
I hadn’t expected that question. In fact, I hadn’t expected ANY questions
but had assumed he would just fuck me and do it quickly. It wasn’t that the
question embarrassed me, I just wasn't expecting it at this time or place.
“Sure, quite a bit actually.”
“Show me how you masturbate.”
Ahhhhhh, so Riley was even more a voyeur than I’d thought. First it was
watching his friends fuck me and now he wanted to watch me do myself. Well,
if that’s what turned him on, I had no objections! Having a guy watch me
masturbate always turned me on just as much as it did him.
“OK, but I want to watch you stroking your dick while I do,” I countered,
figuring I may as well see how he would react. He didn't disappoint me.
“Like this?” he asked, his right hand grasping his erection and slowly
stroking it.
Well, he’d held up his end of the bargain, now it was my turn. I pulled a
pillow under my head to make it easier to watch him and then I cupped my
pussy and started rubbing myself with the palm of my hand pressing against my
clit.
“God that is so hot!” he sighed, his eyes fixated on my crotch, never taking
his eyes off even for a second.
I was turned on as well. Surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly), few
guys seem to like masturbating while being watched.
“Show me your pussy.”
I smiled and put both hands between my legs, spreading my wet pussy lips
apart for him, using my finger to rub my clit gently as I did.
“God your pussy’s incredible... put your finger inside.”
I smiled even more at that request. It might surprise guys, but most girls I
know never put their finger inside of their pussy while they masturbate.
Well, maybe enough to help spread some wetness to make it easier to rub
themselves, but I mean so far as “finger fucking” goes, outside porn flicks
it’s a minority of women who practice it (I happen to be one of them). Yet
when it comes to guys, EVERY guy I’ve masturbated for wants to see my finger
inside of me. I guess there’s some element of naughtiness about a girl
putting her own finger(s) up inside of herself where the guys wants to put
his dick. Well, as I mentioned, I am one of those girls that likes to use my
finger to help imagine being fucked so I was more than willing to do as he
asked.
“Put another one in,” he whispered hoarsely after I had my first finger
inside of me.
Fine with me! Soon I had two fingers pushing in and out of my wet pussy
hole. Riley’s eyes barely even blinked as he stared at me while I
masturbated right in front of him.
“Taste yourself for me,” was his next command.
Really, could his demands be any easier to follow? Since I was a little girl
I’ve always loved the scent and taste of my own pussy. Although I’d
experimented a bit with it earlier, it wasn't until I was eleven and started
masturbating that I got serious about licking my fingers after having them
inside of me. Over the years I’ve tasted a few other girls but I have to
say, and I admit a bit of bias may have entered into my decision, my pussy
tastes the best!
“Taste good?” he asked. I smiled and then responded with, “Why don't you see
for yourself?”
Now it was his turn to grin again and he moved between my legs and then
crawled up onto his elbows such that he was over me with his nude body.
“First I want to taste your tits,” he told me as he took first one and then
the other nipple in his mouth.
I was so horny my nipples were like two monuments sticking out from my chest
and it really felt good to feel his mouth over them while his tongue swirled
about.
“Oh that feels so good,” I sighed as he suckled on them.
He gradually worked his way down my belly and as soon just above my crotch,
liking my bare skin and then detouring around until he was licking my inner
thighs. God he was making me even more horny and hungry than before!
Then his face was buried in my crotch and I felt his tongue licking between
my pussy lips, searching for my clit. As excited as I was, it was swollen
such that a blind man could have found it and I trembled as his tongue circle
around and around my clit, driving me nuts with anticipation.
Unfortunately, most guys are not nearly as good as girls when it comes to
licking pussy. They TRY awfully hard and I usually have to give an “A” for
effort but invariably they just aren't in the same league as girls when it
comes to licking my pussy. Sadly, Riley was in that group. While he made me
feel good and it got me ridiculously horny to see him in action, there was
just something lacking and I was left with the option of faking an orgasm to
get him to move on, or to be more direct. I hate faking anything so that
left the direct approach.
“Fuck me Riley, I want you to fuck me now.” I asked in my most sultry voice.
At least he didn't have the ego trip that Ray was going on and so he didn't
play the pleading game, making me beg him over and over to fuck me. Sure it
had been worth it in the end, but right now I was horny and in no mood to
fool around any more than necessary.
“Well, if you insist,” he replied.
Riley picked his head up out of my crotch and moved alongside of me, turning
me onto my side facing away from him. I lifted my upper leg and rested my
foot on his thigh, exposing myself for him as best I could. Riley reached
around me, grabbed his cock and pressed it against my pussy. As wet as I was
from him licking me, not to mention the great fucking I’d had a couple of
hours ago now, he slipped in rather easily and immediately went for the home
run, pushing it all the way until his crotch met mine, his dick now out of
the way as it was completely enveloped by my warm and hungry pussy.
“Oh god, that feel so much better,” I sighed as he just laid there behind,
me, his dick literally throbbing inside of me.
Sometimes this can be just as rewarding as the hardest fuck, just laying
motionless together, my pussy impaled on his wonderfully hard dick.
“This is nice,” I whispered to him as he played with my hair while his dick
rested inside of me, “You feel so good in me... and I just love it when you
play with my hair.”
Indeed, I felt so comfortable and satisfied that my eyes closed and I was one
step from falling asleep when suddenly I heard a voice. Shaking my head, I
realized that I HAD fallen asleep, all the while with Riley’s cock still
inside of me like a baby’s pacifier expect this one was in my mouth rather
than my pussy – and it was a whole lot bigger as well!
“Well, if that isn’t just the sweetest picture, I don't know what is.”
I rubbed my eyes as I laid there, trying to wake myself back up to full
consciousness, my pussy twitching as his dick in me began to move I looked
at the end of the bed and imagine my surprise to see BOTH of his parents
watching, a look of amusement on the father’s face.
“I don't know Judith, I have to say that’s the first time I’ve seen a girl
that hot fall asleep with our son’s dick still in her! Doesn't that usually
happen AFTER he fucks her dear?”
Judith was at Al’s side, clutching his arm as she caught my eye and smiled.
What the hell was going on now? Even as I wondered, Riley started fucking me
again, slowly drawing his cock in and out of me as his parents watched like
it was just another TV reality show or something.
“He was just teasing you dear,” Judith said to Riley, “You know your father’s
warped sense of humor.”
It was entirely surreal, laying in their bed as their son fucked me and the
two of them sipping their wine as they watched. All that was needed was a
bag of stale popcorn and an old candy bar and they might have been at the
cinema tonight. I just laid there, not saying a word or even moving much for
that matter, at least as little as a girl can with a hard dick sliding in and
out of her wet pussy.
“Ahem!” someone coughed, I wasn't sure if it was his mother or father but it
was his father that then spoke up.
“Ah son, are we forgetting our manners?”
I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Was he suppose to say something or do
something while he fucked me? Was I? Then I watched as his dad dropped his
shorts – no underwear either. I have to admit, the first thing that came to
my mind was I knew what had happened to the hair on his head – it had moved
to his crotch! My goodness, he had a forest down there! His dick was
hanging limp still and was barely visible as it was literally surrounded by a
thick bush of long pubic hair. So now what? Was he expecting to fuck me
after his son?
Well, I was half right at least. He intended to fuck me, but he wasn't about
to wait for his son to finish, he was going to do my NOW!
Riley pulled out of me without any further guidance from his dad and I just
had this feeling it wasn't the first time they had done this. So what was
the scoop, the son brought hoi young girls for his dad to fuck? What if I
said now? Would it even matter at this point? Al climbed in bed but instead
of moving up against me, he laid on his back with a pillow under his head.
“Ummmmm, I hate to have to ask but at my age a little help is always
appreciated,” he said in a soft, apologetic voice to me.
I flipped over to face him and immediately saw the “problem” – he was still
flaccid at a time when most men would have been as stiff as a pipe by now.
“It’s the damn blood pressure medicine... keeps me alive but sometimes I
wonder if it’s worth the cost,” Al mused, “Do you mind?”
He didn't say exactly WHAT he wanted from me, evidently leaving that up to my
discretion. I looked back at Riley to see what he might help me out with in
terms of advise. To my surprise he was standing naked by his mom, who was
still fully dressed, but had her hand on his crotch stroking his still-hard
dick. It was all rather nonchalant, no different than if she had been
rubbing his shoulder in the way they acted, but still not what I’d expected –
not in the least.
“Usually he responds to oral best honey,” Judith was the one to provide
advice.
Oh well, why not? Admittedly I was already missing Riley’s stiff dick in me
but if this was the only one to be available to me, I’d better get to work on
it! I poked through the massive pile of pubic hair and managed to get most
of it away from his cock before I started sucking on him. Al’s dick was
pretty small being this flaccid and between that and the wall of pubic hair
surrounding it, my face felt like I had it buried in a girls hair – a girl
with a perm at that.
“She’s pretty good son... you picked a good one this time,” his father
complimented Riley.
I felt thankful when I almost immediately felt a reaction stirring in his
dick. It seemed to take forever and I had to use about every BJ trick in my
arsenal but eventually the good guys triumphed and his dick was reasonable
hard. Nothing like his son’s and certainly not even in the same ballpark as
Marc’s had been this morning, but it was adequate for the task I knew was
next – fucking me.
“Sorry, but that’s about the best I can do,” he apologized again for his
half- erect dick, confirming what I’d suspected.
He wasn’t making a move so I took that as a hint that he wanted me to mount
him. No problem for me as that’s my favorite way to start out fucking a guy.
I like the freedom it gives me and the control to determine how far and how
fast he goes. Normally I am alone with a guy and unless he has a real ass
fetish, I prefer facing him as I ride his dick.
This time, however, was not “normal” in the slightest. With his mother still
stroking her son slowly as the two of them watched, I wanted to keep an eye
on them so I chose to go for the reverse cowgirl position, straddling his
such that my butt was facing him and I was looking directly at Judith and
Riley. Reaching underneath me, I grabbed Al’s dick, which I was alarmed to
feel had already shrunk a bit since I’d worked so hard to get it hard, and
positioned it under my puss. There was no time to loose or he might not have
enough of an erection to push it into me. My fears were quickly put aside as
I felt his entering me. It wasn't like he was poking deep into my pussy, but
it was more than adequate to stimulate the more sensitive regions of my
pussy.
“Yeah, she’s quite the little slut, isn’t she son?” his dad asked him. Damn,
how many times and how many people had referred to me as a slut today alone?
I wondered how much Riley had told them about the boat ride earlier?
I couldn't do much in terms of bouncing on his dick out of fear it would slip
out and I might not get it back in again. Instead, I ground my ass into his
hair-covered crotch, rotating my ass in small circles to cause his dick to
move within me. As much as I loved the feeling of a dick in me, even one
that was as small and semi-flaccid as this once, I found what was happening
at the end of the bed even more erotic.
Judith was now bent down and had her son’s dick in her mouth! While I’m not
so sure it SHOULD have, it did surprise me. It was mesmerizing as for the
first time in my life, I realized I was watching a mother suck her son’s cock
– and obviously not for the first time either given the casual nature they
had about it. About the closest I’d seen before was my mom sucking my cousin
Rick’s dick but he wasn’t HER son.
Riley looked at me and saw I was staring at his mom blowing him and he
grinned. “Guess I should have warned you about my parents, eh?” He looked
down at his mom and smiled, obviously proud of her. “She’s been sucking me
since I was eight.”
Ever hear of the phrase, “too much information”? Well, his last comment
belonged in the dictionary definition. It certainly didn't bother me that
his mom was sucking his dick now, but when he was just eight? It wasn’t
something I really wanted to deal with so I focused instead on his dad’s dick
in me. He seemed to be stabilized at the hardness he was at now, but it
wasn't quite enough for me to run the risk of letting him drop out of m and
possibly never getting it back in me again. He had placed his hands on my
hips, rubbing my ass as well.
As I did, Judith stood up and Riley undressed her as I watched. She really
DID had a pretty good figure and she even shaved her pussy – not something
I’d seen a lot of older women do. What surprised me was she had an overall
tan – not a tan line to be seen. Since they stayed here all the time, where
was she sunbathing nude? That would just have to remain a mystery as she
turned to face me and put her hands on the bed, leaning over so her ass was
facing towards the front end of the RV as her son moved in behind her with
his erect dick ready for action.
“Oh!” she grunted slightly as Riley pressed his dick into her pussy. It was
fascinating to see him fucking his mother. If anything, he seemed more
motivated fucking her than he had been when he was fucking me!
“That’s it Riley, fuck your mom like you fucked your slut,” she encouraged
him yet she seemed to be saying it to me as much as for his sake. It was
like she was flaunting it, loving it that her son was fucking her instead of
a slut half her age.
They only stayed in that position for a few minutes before Riley climbed up
in bed to lay next to his dad. Judith mounted her son in the same position
as I was on her husband, except it was a lot easier for her to get Riley’s
long hard shaft up inside of her pussy. Her legs were rubbing up against
mine and as she sat on her son’s dick, she leaned over and put her hand on my
breast.
“You have beautiful breasts, Kelly,” she said admiringly.
I blushed at her compliment which only seemed to embolden her all the more.
She leaned over further and kissed me on the mouth. I turned to her and our
lips met again, only this time out tongues touched and I held her boob as she
caressed mine. The two of us kissed and touched one another as we sat on the
guy’s cocks. I’m sure they were getting an eyeful as well!
“So are you enjoying fucking my husband?” she asked.
If you hadn’t understood what she said, from the tone you would have thought
she had asked if I liked the RV! Everything just seemed so natural, as if
this was something they did every day – and maybe they did for all I knew!
I nodded and she smiled saying, “Thanks, it always helps to have someone for
him when Riley and I have sex, I hate for him to have to just watch.”
Like I said before – SOOOOO surreal.
With that she climbed off of her son’s dick and the more or less traded
places, this time him on top in a classic missionary position. She panted
and moaned as she came while he fucked her, not nearly as big a talker as I
would have expected. Then it was his turn to cum and they kissed when he
came in her.
Meanwhile, I was doing all I could to get his dad off. I’d been with other
men with high blood pressure and I knew there was nothing that could keep a
good man down as whatever it was they put in those damn pills. Not even
Viagra seemed to help in these cases. Frankly, after Riley had cum in his
mother, I was about to give up but just in the nick of time Al’s grip on my
ass tightened and he started to groan.
“I think I’m going to cum... don't stop!” he moaned.
I rocked back and forth, trying to rub his dick as much as possible using my
pussy to encourage him to cum.
“Oh my god, it’s happening!” he cried out, I think more to his wife than me.
I felt him jerk under me but to be honest, I couldn't feel a thing inside of
me as no doubt he wasn't unleashing near the flood of cum that Ray had done
earlier this afternoon. It was sort of like when a girl says she is cumming
– I just had to take his word for it!
I felt him relax under me and so I got off of him and kneeled next to him on
the opposite side as his wife and son. Leaning over, I sucked his cock and I
could taste his cum as it mixed with my pussy wetness. There couldn't have
been much as it wasn't even draining out of me and he hadn’t been that far in
but at least he had his orgasm. Not that I had, but there was a certain
satisfaction in what I’d done.
“Go Kelly!” Riley cheered me on.
I didn’t fully understand his enthusiasm until his mom sat up and grinned at
me saying, “You’re the first girl he’s cum in for over a year now.. not even
me.”
Ahhhhhh, no wonder she was being fucked by her son so much and he was left
watching. OK, so I hadn’t cum but that wasn’t the most important thing every
time I have sex. I felt a little pride knowing I’d brought the old boy to an
orgasm while he was in me. I wondered how many other girls had tried and
failed?
It was then I noticed a clock next to be bed. Damn, the Eisenbergs were
probably back and wondering what had happened to me. I had my cell phone
with but it was in my bag outside so if it had rung I never would have heard
it. I apologized and said I needed to leave. They seemed to understand and
from the way she was looking at Riley, I had a feeling Judith was just as
happy to go for round two with her son as soon as I was gone.
It was almost a half hour later before I was back at the RV. My feet were a
bit sore as I had ended up hiking back as Riley seemed too engrossed with
fucking his mother to remember to offer me a ride back. Sure enough, the car
was outside and as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by none other
than my growing nemesis, Kelly Eisenberg.
“Where have you been, we’ve been trying to reach you for an hour now?” she
demanded.
I basically told her everything – going to the beach, waterskiing, meeting
his parents at their RV. Of course, I left out a few small details like
having been fucked a few times and such! Actually, I doubt she would have
believed me had I told her – or for that matter maybe she would have. Oh
well, no sense in making things any worse with her.
“Is THAT what you wore today?” she asked, as if suddenly it dawned on her all
I had on was a tiny bikini without any shorts or shirt.
I looked at her with a “what’s the problem” sort of expression and she just
rolled her eyes and huffed at me.
Actually, I took that as score one for me – she undoubtedly thought me more a
slut than ever – and she wasn't the only one to think of me that way today!
Not by a long shot.
THE END
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