Subject: Fun at an RV Park (MF, Mf, Fm, mf, incest, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: June 27, 2009
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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?
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, “You know, 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
are not 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. Mmmmm, 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. Mmmmm, 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 Eisenberg’s 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 along side 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 as 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?”
“Ummmm, 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 as 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 lunch 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.
“Hmmmm... 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, “Nawww, 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.
“Soooo, 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!”
“Noooo, “ 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 eve 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. Hmmmm, 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, you’re 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 slut,” 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 my 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.
“Mmmmm, 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 an 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. Mmmmm, 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 thois 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.
“Nawwww, 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 eally 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 to 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 whose 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 cant
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. Mmmmm, 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.
“Mmmmmm, 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 tunred 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 my 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 a 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.
“Ummmm, 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 non 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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