Subject: On the Boat (MF, FF, exhib, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: June 24, 2008
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Summary:
I simply LOVE to water ski. About the only thing better to do on a boat is…
well, you know. Combine the two and you have a great day. Add in your
boyfriend and you have all the ingredients for a FANTASTIC day!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – A Klutz That Can Ski
Chapter 2 – Meeting Duane
Chapter 3 – Morning Sex With My Dad
Chapter 4 – Road Trip to the Lake – Sharing Duane With Kristi
Chapter 5 – Out on the Water
Chapter 6 – Duane Fucks Me on the Boat
Chapter 7 – A Friendly Competition
Chapter 8 – I Claim My Prize
Chapter 1 – A Klutz That Can Ski
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I may be known for a lot of things, some good, some maybe not so good, but
athleticism is NOT generally one of my better attributes. Anything involving
striking a moving object with a stick is simply beyond me. An evil high school
PE teacher once told me I was the worst tennis player he’d ever seen! (So much
for building self-esteem.) The only reason I would even think about going
bowling would be if there was someone with me I wanted to watch my ass! Snow
skiing was never something I could get the hang of and besides, it’s too damn
COLD! Despite being an almost universal klutz, there is one thing I can do well
– water ski. Please don't ask me why I can ski on water but not snow or why I
can keep my balance holding a rope but not when roller skating. Only God knows!
My parents have owned a ski boat of one sort or another for as long as I can
remember. Unfortunately, with their work schedules we don't get to use it a lot
but I love it every time we get a chance to take it out. They started me water
skiing when I was little so I guess I learned to do it before I found out I was
an uncoordinated klutz who shouldn’t be able to stand on two skis, let alone
one.
It seems today not many people have the patience to learn to ski and would
rather just hop on a tube so it’s great to go whizzing by them on my slalom ski
and show off my skills a bit. Of course, as I got older I found it was a great
way to show off other things as well! One thing that I love about being out on
a boat is I get to wear just about nothing and nobody hassles me like they would
at a public pool or something. The ski vest hides a lot on top but I guys seem
quite happy to stare at my ass as I flyby them and smiled. Of course, the fact
it’s essentially bare with nothing but a small thong doesn’t hurt.
Anther great thing about boats is they can be a great place for something I
enjoy even more than skiing – sex. You can find some pretty private places on a
big lake, even on a busy day. For those days when I feel a little more
ambitious (i.e. horny), it’s amazing how much you can get away with right in the
middle of a crowded lake with nothing but the sides of the boat to hide what
you’re doing. Those who have read my diary know that I’ve taken advantage of
both opportunities.
Usually we go skiing on a weekend when my dad can help with the boat and drive.
Most summers we left the boat at the marina even though my dad wasn’t thrilled
about it, especially if we didn’t use it much and it just sat in the water the
whole time. The good thing was by leaving it at the marina, we could use it
without him to help get it in and out of the water.
So far this summer it seemed something or another was always going on and so
finally my mom decided to use one of her days off and just head down to the lake
on our own. She had called my Aunt Linda, her sister, and invited her and her
daughter Kristi along. Normally that would have been a quorum but this summer I
had something that I hadn’t had for quite a while – a boyfriend!
Chapter 2 – Meeting Duane
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Back in March my best friend Beth had set me up on a date with a guy she knew.
Normally I avoid blind dates like the plague and with Beth making the
arrangements, I could only imagine what I was getting myself into. She assured
me that she wasn’t setting me up with some unwashed geek and as a matter of
fact, she claimed that I already “knew” the guy (and yes, she used her fingers
to make quote marks when she said “knew”). Now what was THAT suppose to mean?
Usually when someone uses that phrase in that way it means “knowing” someone in
the biblical sense which means you’ve had sex. She assured me that in this case
it wasn’t quite that but it was along those lines.
“OK, then what the heck ARE you referring to?” I finally blurted out over the
phone to her in exasperation.
I could just imagine Beth smirking at the other end. We’d been best friends
since we were little girls and shared everything – even dads (a couple of long
stories there). She loved to tease me and to be fair, I loved it when she did.
Beth and I had quite different tastes when it came to sex (get your minds out of
the gutter – I mean tastes as in “interests”). I’ve always preferred the
intimacy of one-to-one sex with a group thing thrown in here or there for a
change in pace.
Beth, on the other hand, loved parties and gang bangs – the more the better was
her mindset. She was involved with a couple of groups that met regularly for
sex parties and over the years she had even dragged me along with to a few of
them. I found them interesting, to say the least, and overall they were some
fun experiences, but overall they left me unfilled and I always felt I wanted
something more when they were over.
“OK... remember that BJ party we went to a few years back over at the house by
the tennis courts?” she said slowly, letting it sink in as I struggled to
dredge up old memories. In case you can’t figure it out, a BJ party was where
the girls gave the guys blowjobs. As a general rule, there was no sex although
you always had the adventurous couple or two that would sneak off to one of the
bedrooms. I remembered the one she was talking about. Actually, my first
memory was how sore my jaws were the next day after having blown what must have
been around twenty guys. I hadn’t even gotten undressed, or even unbuttoned,
during it so needless to say, I didn’t have sex with anyone. Sometimes I think
it gets guys off more when I suck their dick while fully clothed, without
letting them touch me or play with myself.
“OK, I remember it,” I finally replied, “As I recall, we could have used a few
more girls!”
Beth snickered, saying, “Well, you weren’t complaining about the guy-girl ration
back then!” Then she went on saying, “Remember a guy there by the name of
Duane? He’s about six years older than us, tall, dark hair, good looking, GREAT
dick.”
Sheesh, what did she think I was, some kind of computer that could just store
away images and bring them back on demand? First, I don’t remember ANY of the
guys telling me their names at the party. Most of them just pulled out their
cocks and stuck it in my face. Who needs introductions for that? Besides, I
can never remember names and would probably forget my own if it wasn't on my
driver’s license. Second, as I said there were maybe twenty guys there. How
many of them were tall with dark hair? As for a great dick, that was sort of in
the eyes of the beholder, wasn’t it?
“Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell,” I conceded.
“Well, don't tell HIM that,” she sighed, “He sure remembers YOU!”
Well I would HOPE he did, even if I had no idea who he was back then. I’d like
to think most guys remember my blowjobs. I DO try awful hard to make a good
impression! I waited patiently, or maybe not so patiently, for Beth to spill
the rest of the goods.
“So anyway, my forgetful slutty friend, I was at a party this past week and lo
and behold, he was there. We got to yakking – AFTER he fucked me with some of
his friends mind you, and somehow or another we got talking about that party. I
guess it was the first time we’d done a party together. Then he mentioned some
hot brunette slut who’d done a really great job on his dick and as he described
her I knew just who he was talking about – my best friend Kelly! I went and
grabbed a pic of us from my purse and he couldn’t believe she was my best
friend. The blond hair these days made it harder to recognize you as well.”
“Cool,” was all I could think of to say. I was getting a bit more impatient as
to where this was all going.
“OK, OK, I get the hint. I'll get there... Gee whiz, have some patience. So
anyway, I asked him if he would like to go out with you. I told him you didn’t
have a boyfriend (which he found hard to believe – just as I do), and that I
could get him set up with you.”
“Oh really?” I teased her back, “Like you’re my pimp now or what?”
“Oh shut up girl! He’s even more gorgeous than he was back when you blew him.
Besides that, he’s got money, and he’s really a great guy. Oh, and not to
forget, he still has that great dick AND he knows how to use it, trust me on
that one!”
Well, to make the rest of a long story short, I did meet him and after our first
date, I was able to tell Beth she was 100% on target – he WAS a great fuck! Yet
as much as I enjoyed being with him, there was something more that I didn’t
quite realize until after he had dropped me off at home. I LIKED the guy. He
was funny without being corny, intelligent and sarcastic - a form of humor I
love yet find difficult to write about, well informed about local and current
events, and an INTENSE Steelers fan, something my dad would have appreciated
more than me. He dressed well without being “metro”, worked for his dad’s
construction firm as a Site Manager (whatever that is), and lived in the
basement apartment of his parent’s mansion which was in an executive development
as part of an industrial park south of the city.
I was thrilled when he asked me out again... and again... and yet again. Between
dates I found myself thinking about him all the time and not just about how good
he fucked me. I actually looked forward to a dinner out with him where we
debated issues and had a good time without fooling around. I knew it was
something REALLY serious when we had our first date where I didn’t even give him
so much as a hand-job.
Now I realize that NOT having sex might be a little opposite from what most
girls would think signified getting serious with a guy, but not for me. Since
breaking up with my last boyfriend so many years ago, dating has just been a way
to get laid or suck a dick. After being dumped the last time, I realized that
guys dated me because I put out, no matter what they might say about liking me
for being ME. Well, if that was the way it was going to be, why not take
advantage of it? Duane was the first guy in ages I didn’t think about in just
sexual terms.
People on-line always ask me what Duane knows about my family “situation”.
Well, I’ve always maintained that I wouldn’t tell a guy about that until he
proposes to me. Then, before I accepted, he would know ALL about me and what my
expectations were for how those relationships would continue after we were
married. Then, once he agreed and his proposal was still on the table, I would
accept. I don't want to be in the position my Aunt Linda was in where her
husband couldn’t deal with her having sex with her sister and brother-in-law,
not to mention her dad. They ended up divorced over it, a decision I never want
to have to face.
While Duane may not know about my incestual background, he certainly knows about
the rest of my sexual “resume”. Heck, when you meet a guy at a BJ party, that
should tell him SOMETHING about the kind of girl you are. Besides, it’s not
like he’s some sort of choir boy himself. Beth told me he was a regular at her
parties before I met him and has a reputation for being quite the stud, not a
bad reference when you consider some of the hunks who attended those parties.
About as close as he came to knowing about my more private affairs was that he
knew Kristi and I fooled around but so far as he knew, it was just a party thing
and nothing we did at home. Indeed, Duane had fucked Kristi a few times at the
parties before we started dating (and maybe even afterwards).
So by now, Duane and I had been dating for just over three months. This was all
new territory for me and I wondered where it would lead. I was even starting to
think I loved him but had yet to tell him in those words. We weren’t “exclusive”
yet, and we both fucked other people although as a rule we didn’t discuss it.
What was interesting was that I was finding myself thinking about Duane when
other guys would fuck me. When I masturbated, it was Duane that was becoming my
“usual”. While we never agreed to stop seeing other people, it seemed to be
happening by default. Of course, there WERE those times such as when I went to
Florida for Brenda’s wedding where I got a little out of control, but in general
I looked forward to being with Duane more than other guys.
So anyway…..
Duane had never been out with me on the boat so I asked my mom if she wouldn’t
mind him coming along. My mom didn’t hesitate a second before she agreed. I
rolled my eyes at her because I knew she had an ulterior motive. Indeed, she’d
been teasing me now for that past few weeks about how she couldn’t wait for me
to marry Duane so she could get a little of what I was getting. It had to be
killing her to see us together when he came to our house, especially after I had
been telling her all the details about our dates – ALL the details.
My mom takes her wedding vows VERY seriously so she would never do anything with
him until he marries me but that didn’t keep her from thinking about it, that
was for sure. I sometimes wondered how Duane would react if he knew her true
motives behind her playful teasing of him about marrying me and making me an
“honest girl”.
At 42, my mom is still pretty hot and I caught Duane stealing a look more than
once when she was wearing one of her skimpier bikinis out on the deck.
Something told me he wouldn’t be hard to convince when the day came and I told
him how married life with me was REALLY going to be.
Duane didn’t hesitate to take a day off work when I asked him if he wanted to go
with us. I guess what guy wouldn’t take advantage of a day out on a lake with
two girls he’d fucked and their hot moms? I had no idea how the day was going
to go. I DID know for sure one thing, he wouldn’t be fucking my mom or Aunt
Linda but as for me and Kristi, that was something I was looking forward to.
My gut feeling was that Kristi was going to be a bit disappointed. Duane knew
that I knew he’d fucked Kristi before but it was never anything that personal,
just another pairing off at a sex party. That was a LOT different from doing
her privately with me along, especially with our moms there. If only he knew
both our moms would have loved nothing more than to watch him screw their
daughters but that’s sort of hard to explain to a guy without telling him the
rest of the story behind it.
Being divorced, my Aunt Linda would have had no qualms fucking Duane; it
wouldn’t be the first time she had done one of Kristi’s boyfriends. But in this
case, Duane was MY boyfriend so it would be a little more awkward and knowing
Duane as well I was getting to know him, I just couldn’t see it happening.
Chapter 3 – Morning Sex With My Dad
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It was almost two hours to get to the lake at one of the state parks in West
Virginia. We didn’t want to get there TOO early while it was still cool but we
also didn’t want to face the noon-time crowd. Everyone was to meet at our house
and from there we would pick up the boat at the storage place and head south.
My dad knew about our plans, of course, and I think he was unhappy he couldn’t
attend. He would never have told us NOT to go but the disappointment in his
eyes was apparent the night before when he was helping my mom get the SUV ready.
Well, I knew just the thing to do to help reduce his disappointment!
For the past couple of years now, my dad and I had developed a “tradition” where
he would come to my room before he went to work and get himself off. Sometimes
it was nothing more than masturbating as he watched me sleeping nude in my bed
(one of the few times he actually saw me nude when we weren't having sex or in
the hot tub). Usually that was when I was really tired and didn’t wake up when
he came in. Later I would wake up and find the “evidence”, usually on my boobs
and face. Most of the time he would put his dick in my face and I would wake up
with the feel of his cock pushing into my mouth. Sometimes I would just suck
him off and other times, if he had the time, it might lead to him fucking me.
On rare occasions, my favorite “wakeup call” was when I was really tired but
rather than masturbating over me, he would get in bed with me and try to fuck me
without waking me. Needless to say, I almost always woke up as soon as his dick
penetrated me but there had been a couple of special mornings when I was
literally passed out and I woke with his cum draining from my pussy.
As I said, according to our “tradition”, my dad would come to my room where I
would be asleep, even it I was only pretending to be. Now I can’t say we do
this EVERY morning, but definitely more times than not. Weekends were usually a
different story as he likes to sleep in on Saturdays. Sundays were also special
as he usually waited until just before we would go to church to fuck me so the
cum was fresh inside of me as we sat in the pews. Tomorrow was a work day so I
faced a deadline before he had to leave to catch the “T to get downtown on time
for work. Not that it mattered usually if he was late but it set a bad example.
That night I set my alarm for about a half hour before my dad’s usually went
off. As it turned out, I really didn't need to have bothered because I woke up
fifteen minutes before the alarm anyway. Damn, my pussy was already soaking
wet! Evidently I must have been dreaming about Duane again! My hand
instinctively reached between my legs and I started to play with myself when I
caught myself and stopped. As much as I wanted (make that NEEDED) to get off, I
had more important things to do. I quietly got out of bed and went to the
bathroom where I straightened myself out a little. Then I sneaked into my
parents’ bedroom and carefully turned off his alarm.
My parents were both in bed, sound asleep. As usual, my mom was bundled up in
her covers while my dad had thrown his off during the night. He was laying on
his back, and snoring quite loudly. Of course he was nude (I don’t EVER
remembering either of my parents wearing anything to bed even once my entire
life unless they had plans besides sleeping). His dick was laying over on its
side, flaccid and partially hidden by his thick curly pubic hair. Fortunately
he was positioned close to the side of the bed so I didn’t have to worry about
waking him by having to get on the bed to reach him.
I have to confess that the snoring wasn’t exactly erotic, but at the same time
it provided a great indication of how hard he was sleeping. My dad always tried
to say he didn’t snore so when he was quiet it was either he was not sleeping
very soundly or he was pretending to sleep. There had been times he tried to
fake being asleep by pretending to snore but he never got the “sound” quite
right and I could always tell when he was trying to fool me. My mom, on the
other hand, was more difficult as she slept with the covers over her and as a
rule, wasn’t much of a snorer unless she was flat on her back and exhausted.
Reaching out, I carefully picked up his cock by grabbing the head with my
fingers and stretching it out towards his stomach. Well, he certainly wasn't
having a wet dream, that was for sure. His cock was totally limp and soft and
frankly, looked a little shriveled with the excess skin in his limp non-erect
state. I let the tip of my fingers run up and down the back of it, gently
caressing it from the tip of the head to the base. I loved the feel of his
pubic hair as I ran my fingers through it softly. His legs were spread apart
just enough that I could rub his hairy balls as well.
So far he hadn’t responded in any way, not breaking rhythm in the slightest.
Taking his dick between two fingers, I lifted it up just enough to get my mouth
over it. Mmmmm, he was so warm and smooth and I loved the slightly bitter taste
of his sweaty crotch in the morning before he took a shower. I gently sucked on
his cock head, letting my tongue do most of the work. I was rewarded by a
stirring in his dick, a barely perceptible movement that I was only able to feel
due to the sensitivity of my mouth around his dick.
My goal this morning was to see how hard I could get him without waking him up.
Actually, my ultimate goal was to see if I could get him to cum without waking
him. So far, I’d never been able to suck him enough to make him cum before he
woke and discovered me. You never know, maybe today would be the day! It was
only fair as sometimes he would come into my room and lick me and even try to
fuck me when I was sleeping so why not some pay back?
As he began to stiffen ever so slowly, I could feel him start to noticeably
lengthen and grow in thickness. I started to take more of him in my mouth and
once I went all the way down on him, taking his entire semi-erect dick in my
mouth. He stirred and his snoring was interrupted for a second as I quickly let
him out of my mouth and look up at him to see if there were any signs that he
was waking up. False alarm – he was back snoring up a storm again in a less
than a minute. I resumed my blowjob, trying to excite him without pushing him
over the edge to where he would wake up.
All mothers seem to have some form of ESP. All my life it seemed my mom always
knew when I was misbehaving or doing something I shouldn't. Sure enough, my
mother turned over slowly and I saw her eyes focus on me as I continued to suck
my dad’s dick. Our eyes met and she grinned at me but otherwise, just stayed
snuggled under her covers and watched. My mom always enjoyed watching me with
my dad and it wouldn’t have surprised me if under all those covers she didn’t
have a hand between her legs!
Soon my dad’s dick was stiff as a steel rod and I loved the feel of it in my
mouth. His crotch developed this strong musky smell as his body responded
instinctively to the stimulation of his dick. God I wanted him to cum so bad!
I wanted to feel his warm cum spurt into my mouth like a sperm geyser, giving me
a mouthful of his love and seed. I knew he had to be close, it was just a race
to see if his dick would respond faster than his brain.
Just as I thought for sure I was about to gain my prize, suddenly he stirred and
I saw his eyes crack open. Damn, foiled again! He certainly didn’t have to
look to know WHAT was happening but he was probably curious to know WHO was
sucking his dick. When he saw it was me, a big grin came across his face. Then
he looked over at my mom and seeing that she was awake and obviously had been
watching a while, he smiled at her as well. I wasn’t about to lose any momentum
by taking my mouth off of him for a second so I just kept working his cock
without saying a word. The room was quiet now without his snoring and all I
could hear was the slurping of my mouth on his cock and an occasional groan from
my dad.
It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes after he woke up that he came in my
mouth. I knew it was coming when his body stiffened and he groaned out loud,
pushing my head down on his cock with both hands. Yeah, like I needed him to
remind me to take his cum in my mouth! His hips thrust upwards and I felt the
first load shoot from his dick to the back of my throat, quickly followed by
another and then more. Damn, his sperm factory must have working overtime last
night as he had one hell of a load to give me. I was having a hard time keeping
it all in my mouth as he continued to unload in me, with some of it escaping
past the failed seal I was trying to maintain around his shaft using my gums and
lips.
When he had finally finished, his body collapsed and he laid there limp, like
everything had been taken from him. Well, his sperm certainly had! My mother
couldn’t hold back anymore and she off the covers and made her way to my dad’s
crotch where she licked it clean. We kissed and I gave her what was left of my
dad’s cum in my mouth which she greedily took and swallowed.
“Wish you were going with us today, daddy,” I whispered to him as I played with
his dwindling cock and balls in my hand. He just rolled his eyes and I knew he
would have come if there had been any way possible to get away from whatever he
had scheduled today. I patted his dick and then gave it a final kiss before
leaving the bedroom. Waving goodbye, I left him to my mother who looked like
she was ready for more cock.
Partially satisfied, I went back to my bed and tried to go back to sleep but my
pussy was on fire and with my mouth tasting like my dad’s cum, it was useless to
even try. Oh well, it wasn't like I didn’t know how to take care of myself. I
must have masturbated for half an hour, cumming several times, before my dad
finally emerged from their bedroom all in a rush to get off to work. He stopped
by my room and just shook his head when he saw what I was doing. Too bad he
didn’t have more time. I had the feeling I wouldn’t have had to ask twice for
him to fuck me otherwise.
Chapter 4 – Road Trip to the Lake – Sharing Duane With Kristi
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Finally I got out of bed, showered and put on my bikini and a pair of denim
shorts. I just let my hair hang straight and didn’t bother with any makeup. My
mom was dressed about the same, granted her bikini top was a little less
revealing than mine plus it had to be a little bigger to contain her larger
boobs. She had on shorts as well which were cut pretty high, but her ass wasn't
hanging out like mine was. My mom may be over forty now, but I had to admit she
still made the outfit work!
My Aunt Linda and Kristi arrived not long afterwards. I smiled as it seemed we
all were like following some sort of dress code where the only variant was the
length of the shorts and the cut of the bikini top. Of course, UNDER the shorts
was where the real difference was and I was curious to see if Kristi had her
slutty thong on today, the one that was basically a piece of string with a small
triangle of material in front. Odds were she was, especially since Duane was
coming with us today. The little slut wouldn't miss out on any opportunity to
tease him as much as possible. I’d warned her to stay away from Duane now that
I was getting serious with him but I knew my cousin better than to believe her
when she promised to be good. It was what she was “good” at that bothered me!
We had things about packed when Duane’s truck pulled up. He parked it in the
street so we would be able to get out with our SUV and came into the house
without knocking. It was nice that he was getting more comfortable around my
parents and such but I hoped that he never just barged in when I was sucking my
dad’s cock – or more. Someday if he decided to propose to me he would learn
about that side of my life, but until then he was staying the dark if I had
anything to say about it.
Actually, it was sort of ironic when you considered what Duane did, and did NOT
know about all of us. No doubt he figured my parents knew we were having sex,
it’s not like we were teenagers anymore. Little did he know how MUCH I actually
told them. Many a night I got my mother all worked up and we would masturbate
together as I told her, in great detail, how Duane had fucked me earlier that
night. If there was one person who was rooting for him to propose, it was her.
Of course Duane knew nothing about me and my parents having sex. While he knew
that Kristi and I played together at parties, I think he assumed that was more
to tease the guys who watched us than anything else. I wondered what he would
say if he knew just how intimate we were at home – not to mention the close
relationship she had with her mom. Duane had actually fucked them both but
didn’t know that each of them knew the other had fucked him. No doubt he
thought it was hot to fuck the mother of a girl he was screwing at the parties.
How would he feel when he found out the mom and daughter compared notes?
Similarly, I knew he’d fucked Kristi in the past - and still did now and then if
they happened to be at the same party. What he did NOT know was that like she
and her mom, we both compared his sexual prowess on a regular basis as well.
Someday, if things continued on the way they were going and Duane and I get
engaged, THEN he will know about all of this but in the meantime there were
limits to which we would let him know about the “family secrets”. I couldn’t
wait to see the look on his face when I told him everything!
Duane was wearing long shorts that came to his knees and a tank top that did
more than show off his muscular chest. All four women had their eyes on him –
if only he knew what we would have all liked to have done to him right then and
there! I felt a little proud being his girlfriend. He may still fuck other
girls, including Kristi and her mom, but I knew where he came to first for sex,
and the most – me.
It was getting late so without much ado we climbed in the SUV. My mom was
driving with my Aunt Linda riding shotgun. I got in and moved to the middle
with Duane getting in after me. I expected Kristi to get in from the other side
but she gave Duane a push and told us to move over, leaving Duane in the middle
between the two of us. I looked over at her and she just grinned at me and
winked. Oh lord, what was she up to now? With Kristi, you always knew it had
to be something to do with sex but what you never knew was what she had planned.
With her, it could be about anything.
It was almost two hours to the lake and so we made a pass through a drive-thru
to get some breakfast and coffee. Then we hit the highway and headed south to
West Virginia. For a while we all just chatted and talked about friends and
some gossip, nothing serious. I could tell Kristi was getting a bit anxious
from the way she was squirming in her seat. That girl was worse than the kids I
had in elementary school when it came to sitting still for any length of time.
My mom and aunt were engaged in some conversation but with the noise of the
highway and the radio I couldn’t make out much of what they were saying.
Kristi, of course, was the one to get things started. Without warning, she
twisted around slightly and planted her hand firmly on Duane’s crotch, squeezing
down on his dick and gripping it through the loose material. She looked at me
as if daring me to say anything but I just shook my head in disbelief and
shrugged. Really, what was I going to do, try and stop the horny little slut?
May as well try to stop the tide once she set her eyes on a guy.
I watched as she slide her hand under the elastic band of his shorts and down
inside his crotch. From the way he jumped, I knew she had struck gold, or at
least his cock. Duane looked at me as if asking me if it was OK with me. I
just grinned and shrugged yet again, knowing it was useless to say anything
else. Actually, I really didn’t mind what Kristi was doing. If anything, it
was kind of hot to watch.
Not to be outdone, I slipped my hand in along hers and put it over her hand as
she gripped his hardening cock. Together we stroked his thickening dick while
he sat there stiff and quiet, as if he was afraid to move or say a word. I saw
his eyes keep glancing to the front seat, as if he was worried that one of our
moms would notice what was going on in the back seat – as if they would have
cared! It wasn't like we were trying to get him off, more like we were just
playing with it, enjoying the feel of a nice hard dick.
I nuzzled up next to him, pressing my boobs against him and whispered in his
ear, “So do you like this?” Yeah, as if he was getting this massive erection
for some other reason.
Duane tilted his head towards the front seat and motioned with his eyes, as if
to say, “What about THEM?”
“Who cares?” I whispered as I put my head on his shoulder, my hand slowly
working his dick as Kristi moved hers to caress his hairy balls. It must have
been like torture for him, the two of us ministering to his cock and balls just
enough to get him totally erect, but not enough to set him off over the edge.
After a while I felt the wetness of his precum seep from his stiff dick and onto
my hand. I pulled my hand out from his shorts and licked it off, the offered
some to Kristi who eagerly lapped it up.
We had maybe another half hour to go and Duane still hadn’t cum. There were a
couple of times when I thought maybe we’d gone to far but one of us would
squeeze down on the base of his cock until his breathing slowed and his dick
backed down just enough so as not to cum. His cock was oozing a continuous
stream of precum now as Kristi and I would take turns stroking him and licking
it off our hands until finally, Kristi had enough of the hand-to-mouth thing.
She unsnapped his shorts and pulled his dick out into the open. God it looked
so delicious, all hard, slippery and just begging for attention. By now, Duane
had forgotten all about our moms in the front seat and had his eyes shut,
focusing his thoughts on his crotch and what we were doing for him.
Kristi looked up at me and grinned. I knew what she wanted. Sucking Duane’s
dick in front of me, knowing I considered Duane to be my boyfriend now, a claim
I hadn’t made to a guy in years, was just too much of a temptation for her. I
didn’t really mind; it wasn't like I couldn’t have Duane’s dick about any time I
wanted it. Why not let my horny cousin have her way for now? Tomorrow this
dick would be all mine again and she would be nothing but a wet dream for him.
Kristi leaned over and took his wet head in her mouth. I could only imagine how
good he must taste with the precum coating the head and shaft! As Kristi sucked
his dick, I let my hands wander under his tank top, caressing his firm chest and
playing with his nipples just a little. God he was such a hunk! He kept his
chest shaved and it felt firm and smooth under my fingers.
My pussy tingled and I looked down at Kristi sucking his dick, wishing I could
sit on it and feel his wonderful hard dick pushing deep up inside of me.
Sucking his dick in the backseat was pushing it with him, though. Riding his
cock with my mom right up in front would have probably weirded him totally out!
Still, I as almost at the point of saying the hell with it and pulling my
shorts off when Kristi suddenly held her head still and Duane looked at me with
an expression I can only describe as pure ecstasy. I knew what was happening
and sat back to watch.
Kristi held his shaft and kept just the head of his dick in her mouth, using the
lip of his head to help form a seal around his dick with her mouth to keep
Duane’s cum all inside – smart girl as it also provide the most room in her
mouth to take whatever cum he was now filling her mouth with. I could imagine
the messy sperm shooting out from the tip of his dick, striking the back of her
throat and landing on her tongue as she gently stroked him, pushing every bit of
cum out of him and into her mouth. Lucky girl! I LOVED the taste of Duane’s
cum and wouldn’t have minded a few shots of my own right then to savor. Kristi
wasn’t going to have anything to do with that though. She kept her mouth locked
down on Duane’s dick as if she was never going to let go.
Despite himself, Duane let out a low groan as she started to bob on his dick
again. He must have finished cumming and now she was just enjoying his dick for
a few last strokes. Duane’s face was flushed red as a beet and his breathing
was erratic. He jumped reflexively as her tongue worked over his ultra-
sensitive dick.
Fortunately, Kristi hadn't totally forgotten about me as she lifted her head up
and looked at me. She opened her mouth and I could see his cum still pooled on
her tongue. Then we kissed and as we opened our mouths, I felt the slimy cum
slip from her mouth into mine. Mmmmm, he tasted so wonderful! Ordinarily I
might have slipped it back to Kristi but I was too damn horny and hungry for his
cum to give up what I had so I swallowed it down and enjoyed it. For what
little was left of our trip, we took turns playing with his dick and by the time
we turned into the park entrance, he must have wanted to cum again based on how
hard he was. Oh well, there was always the trip home!
Chapter 5 – Out on the Water
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My mom drove slowly through the park and parked near the marina. We gathered
our things and made our way to the dock where the boat was kept. After removing
the cover and stowing our gear, we refueled and then it was off to the lake. We
didn’t waste any time or fool around. After all, getting out on the lake was
the whole reason we’d come all this way today.
Once out on the lake, we spent the first half hour or so just cruising around,
taking in the beautiful surroundings and see in where the people were at – and
not. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining and barely a cloud in the
sky. We all quickly shed our shorts (except Duane, of course) and sure enough,
Kristi has her slut bottoms on. Duane couldn’t help but take in a good eyeful
of her bare ass (having a string up the crack of your ass doesn’t qualify as
cover). She had the greatest little butt in the world and I loved to play it
myself so I could imagine what must be going on in Duane’s head – both of them.
He was being a pretty good boy overall. He WAS my boyfriend so he managed to
keep next to me as much as possible with his arm around me. With my mom and
Aunt there, he was a little more subdued than normal but that was to be
expected. After all, most guys don't feel up their girlfriends in front of her
mother.
I was the first to hit the skis and I couldn’t wait to show off for Duane. He
knew I was fairly uncoordinated at most sports but this one was my specialty and
it meant a lot to me for him to realize I wasn’t a complete dork when it came to
athletics. It wasn’t long before I was up on my slalom ski and hopping waves,
throwing up a monster rooster tail behind me as I zigzagged back and forth
across the wake. I could see Duane clapping and he definitely looked impressed.
Of course, he wasn't the only one looking as we passed other boats and I loved
the way guys would look at me as I zipped by. It didn’t hurt that I wasn’t
wearing much below the life jacket and leaning back with my legs outstretched
wasn't exactly a bad pose either.
After I was finished and back in the boat, Duane kissed me and told me he was
amazed at how good I was. For a moment I frowned as maybe he was a little TOO
amazed. Did he think I was THAT big of a goofball before? Oh well, he’d just
learned a new side to me he hadn’t known before. My mom suggested we get some
lunch before continuing on since it was well past noon by now. We’d brought a
picnic lunch with and my mom drove us over to a cove where we would be out of
the way of the other boats and we had lunch.
Afterwards, I wanted to go for a swim and coaxed Duane and Kristi to join me.
The moms said they were going to work on their tan so they stretched out on the
benches while we jumped in the water. It wasn't that deep where we’d anchored
and about twenty feet closer to shore or so I found that I could stand on the
rocky bottom.
“You were incredible out there!” Duane said, sliding in behind me and putting
his strong arms around me, “I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it!”
Again, maybe he was carrying this a little too far but I wasn't about to protest
when he spun me around and kissed me. As he did, he looked back at the boat and
I followed his gaze. You couldn’t see my mom or aunt as they must have laid out
on the benches for now. Kristi was next to us, probably jealous but who cares!
I reached down and put my hand down his shorts quickly and grabbed his dick.
“Damn Kelly, what if your mom looks out this way?”
“Oh stop being such a fuddy dud,” I admonished him playfully, tugging on his
dick, “Besides, somebody doesn’t seem to mind getting a little attention.”
Indeed, his cock practically jumped to attention in my hand despite the cool
water. I put my arms around him and then wrapped my legs around his waist,
pulling my crotch in against his hard dick. I could feel it through the
material of our suits, pressing nice and hard against my sensitive clit.
“Mmmmm, something feels good against me,” I purred, “I want you to fuck me.”
He seemed startled at my sudden request. Kristi must have overheard me as well
because I heard her giggling just behind me.
“Here??? ...NOW?” Duane replied, the tone of his voice clearly one of
disbelief, “You mom is right there for God’s sake.”
“I don’t care,” I answered flippantly, “I want you to fuck me... NOW!”
He stuttered and was about to say something when I heard something behind me and
then my mom’s voice called out.
“Hey, it’s too hot out here, let’s get going girls!”
Duane pulled my legs down from his waist and hissed at me, “See, what if we’d
been doing it just now?”
I just frowned at him and then kissed him. “Well, it’s not like she doesn’t
know we do it.”
“Yeah, but not right in front of her for God’s sake,” he said, grabbing my hand
and leading me back to the boat. Kristi moved in along side of me and giggled.
“Somebody horny?”
I just splashed some water at her playfully as we swam in to the boat and
climbed back in. Duane helped with the anchor and soon we were off and running
again. My Aunt Linda was the next to go. She needed two skis, never having
mastered the single slalom ski technique but she still had fun. She didn’t look
bad, either, for a woman almost twice her daughter’s 21 years.
Duane was next and I was curious as to how he would do. He warned us ahead of
time that he wasn’t the best skier and it had been a while since he had skied.
As it turned out, that was a bit of an understatement. It took four tries to
get him up on two skies and by the time we did, he must have been exhausted just
from the aborted starts. He wasn't about to admit it though, not in front of me
at least. Typical male macho ego.
Next was Kristi. She could slalom almost as good as me but today I had talked
to her earlier about using two skies. I had hinted that I wanted her to be able
to stay out longer and not risk falling. I’m not sure if she understood exactly
what my plans were, but she probably had a good idea. As she got ready to go, I
noticed Duane was more than helpful in buckling up her ski jacket and making
sure the belts fit her properly. He could be such a pig at times! But I loved
him anyway. It wasn't like Kristi wasn't doing every trick in the book to get
his attention as well.
Chapter 6 – Duane Fucks Me on the Boat
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With Kristi out on the water, my mom’s job was to drive the boat and watch out
for other skiers. My Aunt Linda was the designated spotter, keeping tabs on
whoever was skiing and warning my mom if anything happened. That left me and
Duane to act as spectators and cheerleaders. My mom was in the driver’s seat up
front while my Aunt was in the back corner of the boat where she could keep a
clear eye on her daughter. As busy as it was today, it was important that both
she and my mom pay close attention as an accident was too easy when this many
boats were all in the water at the same time.
This was the moment I’d been waiting for. When I asked Duane to fuck me earlier
in the water, I knew there was no chance he would actually do it, not with the
chance my mom would look out and see us. If anything was going to happen, it
would be up to me so it was time to take control of the situation. Duane was
sitting in the front corner of the rear bench, a little behind and to the side
of my mom where she would have had to twist around to see him.
My Aunt Linda was perched at the other end of the bench with one leg tucked
under her, her attention focused on Kristi behind us who was about to get
started. I grabbed a dry beach towel and then sat down right smack On Duane’s
lap with the beach towel over my lap. Duane didn’t say anything but just then
my mom hit the throttle and he grabbed me by the waist to keep me from flying
off his lap onto the deck. When he pulled be back down, I let my hand rest
under my butt and I could feel his dick under me. He was a little stiff,
probably from the sight of Kristi flaunting her perfect ass in front of him just
a few minutes prior.
There was not time to waste. Kristi could stay up on those skis for maybe 10
minutes max and that would be pushing it. If I was going to do anything, it had
to be quick. I reached between my kegs and pulled his dick out from his shorts.
With my other hand I pulled my thong to the side as I leaned forward enough to
get his dick under me. Just as quickly, I sat down on his cock and it plunged
easily into my hot wet pussy. It all happened so fast that Duane didn't really
have time to react, let alone stop me.
“Kelly!” he hissed into my ear, “What the hell are you doing?”
I ignored him and started to rock on his dick. With the waves and resulting
motion of the boat, it wasn't hard to get myself to bounce on his dick, feeling
him move alternately in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Mmmmm, it felt
wonderful to be fucked by my boyfriend – even better right next to my mom and
Aunt who didn’t appear to have a clue that I was being fucked. With the towel
over me, it probably looked like I was just sitting on his lap, bouncing to the
waves.
“You’re insane, you know that don’t you?” he said in my ear. Maybe so, but his
dick certainly didn't seem to mind. God he felt so good in me! I’d been
wanting his dick in me from the moment he walked in our front door this morning.
Back in the water before, I may not have had high expectations that he WOULD
fuck me, I was sincere about the fact that I WANTED him to put that wonderful
hard shaft deep in my hungry pussy.
One thing I was counting on and that was that Kristi wouldn’t go and fall down!
Even though I knew my mom and Aunt wouldn’t be bothered by the sight of me
riding Duane, I had no illusions that it would have been traumatic for Duane.
Even now, though he wasn’t trying to stop me or hinder me in any way, if
anything quite the opposite, I knew from the way he kept looking fore and aft
that he was expecting one or both of them to see us at any moment and say
something.
In the end, Duane’s a man and his male lust overrode his fears and he came in
me. With all the vibration and pounding, I couldn’t really feel much when he
did but from the way he was grunting and bringing his hips up to meet me I knew
that he was having an orgasm beneath me. It was enough to make me cum as well
and I felt my pussy clamping down on him and grab him like it was trying to milk
his dick of every ounce of sperm that it had.
I was still quivering and cumming when Kristi went down. I couldn’t blame her
as this huge boat had just gone by and swamped her with its wake. My Aunt cried
out to my mom that she was down and instantly the two of them went to work. My
mom cut the throttle and swung the boat around while my aunt raised a flag and
waved off approaching boats.
I took the opportunity to lift myself off Duane’s lap and took a seat beside
him, adjusting my thong back into place while he rearranged his crotch. He kept
the beach towel over him, probably to hide the tent that was still rising from
his crotch. I could feel his cum trying to ooze out of me. Fortunately my
thong was still wet so it wasn't going to show anything.
Duane looked like a photo study of contradictions. On the one hand he looked
ecstatic, as you would expect for a guy whose girlfriend had just rode his dick
and made him cum. On the other, he kept looking at my mom and aunt, as if he
was half-expecting them to make some comment about what he and I had just done.
When neither of them made any mention of it, his expression turned to relief as
he realized we had “gotten away with it”. Yeah right.
Kristi finally made it back in the boat, totally exhausted. She took a seat
next to me, trying to catch her breath. She looked at me with questioning eyes
and I gave her a thumbs up to which she laughed and smiled at Duane. Duane
looked a little sheepish as I think he suddenly realized that Kristi and I had
plotted ahead of time for this to happen. Then she turned to me and said, “You
owe me one, big time!” Indeed I did and I could only imagine how she would
“collect” some day.
My mom was the last to ski and my Aunt took over the driver seat while Kristi
played the part of the spotter. Duane and I looked at each other and he shook
his head. He put his index finger straight up and then let it curl and I got
the hint. Well, he WAS 29 and while not in bad shape, he didn’t have the
recovery of say, my nineteen year-old cousin Rick who seemed to be the Energizer
Bunny of dicks – he just kept going and going and going! Ordinarily Duane was
quick to recover but with my mom just a few feet away, it was as little too much
to expect of him today.
Chapter 7 – A Friendly Competition
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Before the day was over, Kristi, Duane and myself all had another shot at skiing
and then it was time to head in and get home. We were all exhausted and had
more that our share of sun for the day. Leaving the boat moored, we put out
shorts back on, carried our stuff back to the SUV and before long, were ready to
be on our way back home. Just as we were ready to go, Kristi pulled me over to
the side with a conspiratorial look.
“OK, you had your fun, no small thanks to me. What do you say we give Duane
something to remember on the way home?”
I knew exactly what she was leading up to. Whenever Kristi said something about
giving a guy, “something to remember”, it invariably involved some memory of him
fucking her. Duane was cool and he was by no means shy or afraid to be a little
aggressive in public when it came to sex (why do you think I love him so much?),
but he DID have his limits. While I may have been stretching those limits a bit
with things like sitting on his dick while in the boat, he still wasn’t at all
comfortable with being seen fucking me by my parents and the same would apply to
doing Kristi with her mom watching. Even then, it wasn't that he didn’t WANT
them to watch, he was still operating under the mistaken impression that my
parents were like most other parents and didn’t want to see their daughter
fucked in front of them. Someday we would cure that impression but for now
there nothing I could do that wouldn’t have had potentially dire consequences.
“Hang on Kristi, you know we can’t do that,” I sighed, “Duane isn’t ready for
that yet.”
“Well... when’s he going to propose to you so we can get this over with?” Kristi
teased me. I just pretended to pout although I have to admit, the idea wasn't
all that unattractive.
“Tell you what, I’ve got a better idea,” I said to her, a grin breaking out on
my face as an idea came to mind. “It’s been ages since we raced. Wanna do it
with Duane watching?”
Kristi giggled and looked at me to make sure I wasn't kidding. I looked at her
and waited for a response, as if I didn’t know what it was going to be before I
even asked.
“What’s the payoff?” she said, taking my challenge seriously.
I thought carefully and then I knew just the bait for her. I looked over at
Duane who was talking to my mom and aunt as they checked over the last of the
stuff in the SUV.
“Winner gets my boyfriend when we stop for supper.”
Kristi’s face lit up and she grinned nastily at me. “Ha! You’re going to
regret THAT bet. No way I’m losing this time.”
“You’re on!” I challenged her and we kissed to seal the deal and headed to the
SUV.
“What’s with you two, eh?” her mom said, seeing us giggling and playing with
each other as we ran back to the SUV.
“Oh nothing,” Kristi lied through her teeth. Her mom looked at her in total
disbelief. She knew her daughter better than that but she also knew her well
enough to not ask again.
Poor Duane had no idea what he was being led into. This time he automatically
took the middle seat, as uncomfortable as it was, while Kristi and I flanked him
again. Maybe the looks on our faces, but something seemed to tell him we were
up to no good; he just couldn’t quite figure out what that something was. We
waited until we’d been on the road about fifteen minutes and his alertness began
to sag as we talked about the day’s events. Kristi was the one to finally get
things started – as usual. She motioned for me to come in closer and we both
got up next to Duane.
“You know Duane, Kelly and I have always been a little competitive in case you
haven’t noticed,” she started off. Duane laughed and started to reply but
Kristi kept going and cut him off.
“When we were teens we use to see who could masturbate and get off the
quickest.”
Well THAT got Duane’s attention and he looked at me and I just shrugged with a
“what can I say” look.
I took over the narrative at that point, saying softly to him, “So what do you
say, wanna referee us?”
Duane looked a little confused, obviously not sure what I meant for him to do so
I tried to explain further saying, “All you have to do is watch and determine
who cums first.”
Duane looked at me, then at Kristi, and then at me again as if we had become two
aliens from outer space.
“I’m dead SERIOUS,” I said to him, trying to get him to accept what we had told
him.
He still seemed to think we were pulling his leg so Kristi backed into the
corner of the seat and slipped off her shorts and thong, sitting bare-bottom on
the leather seat. She put one foot up on the seat and turned to face Duane,
spreading her hot little pussy apart with one hand while she cupped a perky boob
in the other.
“I think she’s ready to go,” I giggled, “Are you? Just sit there and watch,
it’s all you have to do.”
He didn't say anything but still I think he thought any moment we were going to
laugh at him and tell him it was all a prank. If he WAS still thinking that
way, it probably stopped when I did the same as Kristi was doing on the opposite
side of the seat. He couldn’t see us both at the same time so it was rather
comical to see his head twist back and forth to try to see what we each were
doing.
Meantime, my mom and aunt were carrying on like nothing in the world was going
on in the seat behind them. I knew it was a bit of an act as there was no way
they couldn’t have known something was happening. They were just cool enough
moms to ignore us and let us have fun. Duane didn’t know it or he might have
felt a lot more anxious than he seemed to be now.
Kristi and I started masturbating in earnest, each of us having our own
distinctive technique and style. Personally, I’ve always been a finger girl
myself, preferring to push a finger or two into my pussy and pretend they were a
boy’s dick in me. My clit was also a favorite target and usually I tried to pay
some attention to my boobs although my crotch was the primary focus point of my
attention when I was really trying to simply orgasm and get it over with. Sex
toys such as dildos and vibrators are not usually part of my masturbation
routine although now and then they make for a interesting diversion.
Kristi, on the other hand, was a dildo queen and seldom masturbated without one.
This put me at an advantage given she didn’t have one now although it wouldn’t
have shocked me if she brought one out from Lord knows where. Lacking one, I
saw that she was focusing on her clit almost exclusively.
For Duane, it had to be a male fantasy come true. What guy hasn’t dreamed of
two hot girls masturbating, one on each side of him! I wondered if he thought
at all about what the stakes might be in our little contest. From the way he
was shifting around, I bet he would have loved to have pulled his hard dick out
and stroked himself as well. With my mom and aunt not three feet away, though,
there no chance of THAT happening tonight, that was for sure. Well, it
certainly didn’t impede me or my cousin, that was for sure.
Kristi had her eyes tightly shut but her mouth was hanging just a bit open as
she must have been fantasizing about something or another while she rubbed her
wet bare pussy. It would have been interesting to be able to see what she was
thinking about. Whatever it was, it had to be pretty naughty from the way she
was reacting so quickly to it and for Kristi to be ”naughty” it had to be pretty
wild.
As for me, it was easy to get myself off. All I had to do was think about Duane
fucking me back in the boat earlier in the day. God his dick had felt so good
imbedded deep within me. It was like I was impaled on his cock, like a hot dog
on a stick. The only thing that would have made it better would have been for
my mom and aunt to watch. Picturing my mother and her sister playing with
themselves as they watched my boyfriend fuck me was an incredibly erotic
thought. Then I thought of him fucking the two of them, screwing his mother-in-
law and new aunt. If only he knew how bad my mother was hoping to be fucked by
him some day!
I was concentrating totally on my crotch now as there was no way in hell I was
going to let Kristi have Duane on the way home. My pussy practically screamed
as I play with myself using everything I knew in terms of technique and desire.
Ordinarily I beat Kristi at this game two out of three times at least so the
odds were with me, especially given the other circumstances surrounding us
today. Talk about home field advantage!
In the end, Kristi didn’t have a chance.
My pussy throbbed as I felt the onset of my orgasm surging up within me like a
volcano erupting. I looked up at Duane who had just turned his head from Kristi
and I mouthed to him that I was about to cum. His eyes opened wide, apparently
finding it hard to believe that a girl could make herself come as fast as I just
had. True, I hadn't made it there yet, but I was right on the verge and I
wanted him to see it from the start.
Oh my God, my pussy felt so hot I thought it would burn up. As my orgasm
exploded, I was literally gushing cum as it ran down my ass and drenched the
seat beneath me. All the day’s events, sucking my dad’s cock, Kristi and me
playing with Duane’s dick on the trip down, fucking Duane on the boat, and now
the two of us masturbating for him, all of it seemed to blend erotic happening
as my orgasm overwhelmed me. My body quivered as I felt the most wonderful,
most natural high a girl can feel. My nipples felt like they were going to
explode from my chest as I touched them with my free hand and squeezed them.
All I wanted then, all I could think about, was the need for Duane to fuck me
Again... and again... and again. I wanted his dick in me so bad I felt like I
would have to scream with frustration. It was right there next to me, all hard
and ready to go. What made it all the worse, all the more frustrating, was I
knew he wanted to fuck me just as bad as I wanted him to drill me!
A little squeal came from across the other side and I knew Kristi was cumming
now. Too late but still, she had cum really quick all things considered.
Ordinarily she would probably have won but not today. To be fair, she hadn't
stood a chance under the circumstances. As I slowly calmed down I could see
Duane was trying to see out both sides of his head as two all but naked girls
finished off masturbating for him. Granted, it wasn't the first time he’d
watched me masturbate, not by any means, but it certainly had to be the most
erotic setting for it ever.
Duane conveyed the bad news to Kristi. A fast as she had cum, no doubt she was
sure she had beaten me and she looked at me with amazement as if she couldn’t
believe anyone could have made themselves cum that fast. I playfully stuck my
tongue out at her but she was truly pissed off that she hadn’t won and just
ignored me. Oh well, better luck next time was all I had to say to her. When it
came to masturbating, I am not too shy to claim I am pretty damn good.
It turned out that it was a good thing we had both gotten off as fast as we did
because not five minutes later my mom took an exit off the expressway. I
couldn’t help but groan when I saw where it was that we were going to eat – a
Cracker Barrel. Now they may be OK for breakfast but they certainly didn’t top
my list of favorite dinner locations. My mom, on the other hand, would eat at
one seven days a week and twice on Sunday given the chance. Oh well, at least
dinner wasn't my main concern anymore. I was hungry, to be sure, but what I
wanted wasn’t on the menu.
Kristi and I dressed quickly (well, wearing as much as we had to wear) and by
the time we stopped most of the flushness had gone from my face but I knew my
mom would know instantly what we’d been doing, if she didn't already know.
There was no way my mom and aunt could not have known what was going on this
time in the back seat yet once again they proved how cool they were by ignoring
us. My mom DID grin at me and winked as she locked the doors with her key.
Yeah, she knew all right!
On our way in I walked over next to Kristi and smacked her playfully on the rear
and gloated, “Sorry kid, he’s mine so hands off – you hear?” It was really more
a threat than a question, and not such a playful one at that – I meant it!
Kristi just looked at me sullenly. She could be a sore loser some times, that
was for sure. Oh well, she could deal with it.
Chapter 8 – I Claim My Prize
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Duane had no idea what kind of storm he was headed into as we made our way
inside. It seemed to be a common element today – Duane not having a clue what
was coming next. Oh well, it was getting towards the end of the day so why
change things now? As usual, there was a waiting list so while the rest of out
group browsed the store, I kept an eye on Duane who excused himself to visit the
little boy’s room. Once he was in and couldn’t see me, I camped outside the
door and watched the men go in and out until finally I figured the only one that
could be left in there had to be Duane. Glancing about to be sure nobody was
watching, I quickly slipped into the restroom where Duane was at the sink
washing his hands. He looked up instinctively to see who was coming in and when
he saw me, his mouth dropped open.
“Kelly! What the hell are you doing in HERE?” he gasped.
“Well, as you know, I won my contest with Kristi and YOU were the prize,” I
giggled at him. “You don't think we did all that just to put on a show for you,
did you?”
“And if Kristi had cum first…” he started to ask, his mind racing with the
possibilities but I would have none of it and cut him off.
“Oh give me a break Duane, under the circumstances do you think there was any
way possible that I was going to let her win?”
He seemed dumbfounded and just stood there as if he didn't know what to say or
do. I grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him towards the handicapped stall
before someone came in. We stepped in and he closed the door behind us and not
a moment too soon as the outer door opened and someone came in and made their
way quickly to the urinals across from us. I could barely see the guy through
the door as I heard him unzip his pants and start to pee. I turned back towards
Duane as I really wasn’t into THAT ands besides, I had this little matter of
Duane to take care of.
“NO!” he mouthed silently to me. Although I think he assumed this was all a
joke, he said it just in case I was serious about wanting to do this. I’m not
sure if he knew exactly what “this” was, but he probably had a good idea knowing
me.
Needless to say, I simply ignored him and reached behind my neck to untie my
bikini top. I just let it flop down, exposing my firm breasts to him. Then I
stepped out of my shorts, hung them on the coat hook inside the door, quickly
followed by my thong. At this point all I was wearing were my sandals (no
barefoot in a public restroom) and my bikini top which was only tied around my
chest with my boobs exposed. I motioned at his shorts, pointing at them and
indicating he should take them off. He wouldn’t do it so I shrugged and started
pulling them down myself. At first he tried to stop me but more guys had come
in now and he didn’t want to make a fuss so he caved and let me pull them to his
ankle but he wouldn’t take them all the way off..
One great thing about men – they come with a built in horny level detector that
they can’t turn off. It’s also known as a penis. No matter what man says, his
penis never lies. In this case, Duane may have been trying to say he wasn’t
ready to fuck me in a public restroom, but his dick betrayed his TRUE feelings.
No man’s cock stands up straight as missile ready for launch unless he wants
something, and I don't mean a new truck (well, maybe for SOME guys but you get
the idea). I gazed at his beautiful dick, all hard and stiff, sticking out from
his thick bush of black pubic hair like a tree trunk from the brush. Oh yeah,
he wanted to fuck me! That’s what made it especially hot for me. A hard dick
is always nice but when a man has an erection because he wants to fuck ME, it’s
just that much better
If any of the guys outside our stall had any idea what was going on, there was
no indication of it as they came and went, doing their thing, MAYBE washing
their hands, and leaving. I put my hands out, leaned against the wall, and
spread my legs, exposing my wet pussy for him to see. Duane didn't need to have
to be told what to do. He knew EXACTLY what I wanted, just like a male dog
reacts when his bitch “assumes the position”. Any hesitation by Duane had
evaporated, any concerns about the men on the other side of the door were lost,
all replaced by an all-consuming lust, the need for him to mate and drive his
cock into my pussy and deliver his seed. It was about as basic an instinct as
any human being has, what is left over when everything else is stripped away.
The need to survive is first, but it is closely followed by the instinct to
procreate the species. As sophisticated and evolved as man be today, those two
basic needs still form the foundation for all our behaviors.
Despite everything, I couldn’t help but gasp as he drove his dick into me with
no fanfare or foreplay. Thank God I was soaking wet already from masturbating
in the SUV and the anticipation of being fucked. Duane simply moved in behind
me, lined up his dick with my pussy hole, and then drove himself into me,
drilling his dick deep into my pussy with one hard, forceful stroke. He backed
it out until the very tip was all that was in me and then literally thrust it
into me again, like he was trying to drive it right through me. If I hadn't
been supported by the wall and instead was just standing up with my hands on my
knees, I would have been knocked forward to the ground but in this case I just
felt myself pushed up into the wall by the strength of his cock ramming up
inside of me.
“So you wanted to be fucked... Well I'll fuck you, fuck you hard you fucking
slut,” he whispered sharply in my ear.
Then he pulled back and rammed into me again. It reminded me of one of those
pile drivers you seen in movies where a weight is pulled up and then dropped to
force a pole into the ground. So it was with his dick. He would draw it out of
me like an archer pulling back on his bow and then he would ram it back in, hard
and fast like the archer releasing his bow or the pole driver pounding onto the
pole. I was literally lifted off my feet on the next thrust as he rotated his
hips under me a little, driving almost straight up as he pounded his dick into
me, taking my up to my tip toes.
Someone knocked on the door, “Anybody in there?”
Duane grunted as he rammed himself into me again. The guy outside must have
figured somebody was having constipation issues or whatever as he just gave up
and left. Duane didn't even seem to notice him and he just kept fucking me slow
and hard. His hands reached around me, each cupping one of my bare boobs. As
he would pound his dick into me, his hands would clench and squeeze my boobs,
hard enough to make me wince a little actually. His finger tips grabbed my
nipples, pinching them and then pulling on them and letting them snap back.
After treating my pussy roughly, like some sexual pile driver, for a couple of
minutes, he changed and instead of seeing how hard he could fuck me, it seemed
to now be a question of how fast. He was stroking himself in and out of me as
fast as he could, his breath sounding like some form of perverted Lamaze class
where they teach the quick breathing techniques for child birth. Nobody was in
the restroom, at least I didn’t think so, so I finally was able to whisper
hoarsely to him.
“Oh god that feels so good Duane, I love it when you fuck me like this! Fuck me
Duane... FUCK ME!”
Just as I said that the outside door opened. As far as I could tell, it was
someone coming in but from the way it sounded, there might have been someone
leaving as well. Had someone heard us? If so, they hadn’t provided any
indication of it. Hopefully if someone HAD, they weren't heading to report us
to management.
Suddenly Duane pulled out and I knew from experience what he wanted. I twisted
around as fast as I could and bent my knees to squat in front of him (I wasn't
too eager to actually kneel on the floor). He was stroking his dick and he
grabbed my head by the hair and pulled my face to his dick. Dutifully I opened
my mouth, anxious for him to deliver my prize. A few more strokes and I was
rewarded with a mouthful of his warm cum, shooting out and collecting on my
outstretched tongue. He stroked himself a few more times, milking the remaining
cum from his dick onto my tongue.
When he was finished, he pulled my head back and I opened wide so he could see
his cum filling my mouth and covering my tongue. I closed my mouth and pushed
it up until I was blowing a frothy mixture outside my lips and then swallowed
the entire load down in one large gulp. I opened my mouth again, like a patient
after being given a pill, to prove it had all gone down.
Although I hadn’t cum this time, I was still satisfied. Just the thrill of
fucking him in here was enough for the moment. There would be plenty of
opportunities to get off when I got home anyway. In the meantime, I couldn’t
wait to get back out where I was sure Kristi had told our mothers what was going
on. I pulled my bikini top back up and was tying it again when the door when I
heard the outside door open again. This time, instead of heading to the sink or
to urinal, there was a knock on the door.
“Excuse me, this is the manager, what’s going on in there? Is everything OK?
Someone said it sounded like there was a problem.”
I had to cover my mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. Oh My God,
whoever it was before must have actually squealed on us! What a dork! As you
might imagine, Duane’s expression was priceless. What I’d have given for a
camera at that moment.
“Ummmm, everything’s ok, I'll be out in a second,” Duane called out through the
door, glaring at me but then he couldn’t help but grin.
It doesn’t take long to pull on a thong and shorts so in less than a minute we
were ready to walk out. Duane looked at me and took a deep breath and opened the
door. Sure enough, there was this fat guy with a manager pin on his shirt and
his arms folded, waiting for us.
“Excuse me miss, this is the MEN’S restroom,” he started out. He was also
giving me the once over so my first thought was what a hypocrite! “And may I
ask what the two of you were doing in there?”
Duane was going to be nice and reasonable, I could tell because that’s the kind
of guy he is. Well, not me.
“No, we would NOT like to tell you what we were doing in there,” I answered back
rather curtly, “That is, of course, unless you want us to SHOW you what we were
doing in there.”
Duane looked at me with a “I can’t believe you said that” stare while the
manager stammered, trying to come up with a response. Finally he managed to
gather his composure and he tried to look all serious and managerial again.
“I’m afraid I am going to have to ask the two of you to leave this facility,” he
said. God, do people REALLY talk that way? There was no arguing and we left the
place without further comment. Outside I was surprised to find my cousin
waiting for us.
“Mom and Aunt Mary are in the SUV,” she said with a wicked grin on her face, “We
figured you’d be out shortly. I looked at her, trying to read her expression.
Suddenly it hit me. I was ready to bet anything that Kristi had something to do
with all this. Was it her that tipped off the manager? From the naughty grin
on her face, I was positive she had. That little brat!
“Hey, don’t look at me that way,” she laughed, “You didn’t really expect me to
just sit back and let you have all the fun, did you?”
“You little...,” I started out, pretending to be mad at her.
In reality, I didn’t care. In fact, I was sort of glad she had. After all, I’d
gotten what I wanted – fucked good with a mouthful of cum on the side. PLUS I
didn't have to eat dinner here at this miserable restaurant. So far as I was
concerned, it was a Win-Win situation.
We all got in the SUV where my mom and Aunt Linda were indeed waiting for us.
They didn’t say a word, mostly I think so as not to embarrass Duane any more
than he already was. He had to know they knew and I noticed he avoided eye
contact with them the rest of the way home. It was only about twenty more
minutes to get home, time that went by rather uneventfully, even boring when
compared to the rest of the trip. When we got back, I kissed Duane goodbye at
his truck as he got ready to go.
“Well guy, I hope you had a fun day, I know I certainly enjoyed it!” I said to
him as we kissed goodbye.
“You know Kelly, you have one crazy family,” Duane remarked solemnly as he got
into his truck. The way he said it I wasn't sure if he was joking or serious.
Then he grinned and gave me one last kiss through the window. “And that’s OK
because I love you and any family that has you a part of it has to be OK.”
OMG, he used the “L” word! I wondered if he even realized what he had said. It
wasn't the first time he had used it and to date, it had always been in passing
like this time. But still, it was worthy of note. I wanted to grab him by the
neck and kiss him and tell him I loved him but somehow it didn’t seem like the
right time for that.
As Duane drove away, I watched him disappear around the corner and walked back
to my house. Hmmmm, maybe this was going to be the guy! Any guy that could go
through what he had today and still say he loved me at the end of it all had to
be pretty special. Special indeed!
THE END
20080624 On the Boat