Subject:     Doing It At the Beach 
Story Codes: mf f-solo exhib oral
Diary Date:  August 6, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Losing your virginity is like being able to see after being blind all your 
life.   A whole new world opens up and everything is new and exciting.  There 
were so many things I wanted to try and fortunately I had a boyfriend willing 
to help.   Imagine if the folks at the beach had known what was happening 
right under their noses!

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – My Early Sex Life  
   Chapter 2 – Preparing for a Date With John  
   Chapter 3 – Sex in the Parking Lot  
   Chapter 4 – Driving to the Lake  
   Chapter 5 – Out on the Boat  
   Chapter 6 – The Beach  
   Chapter 7 – Back Home Again


Chapter 1 – My Early Sex Life
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Last year I had sex for the first time with Steve, the older brother of one 
of my girlfriends.  Fortunately for me, he was much more mature than most 
sixteen year-old boys and I can honestly say my first time was wonderful.  
Yet it was how he treated AFTER my first time that demonstrated how great a 
guys he was.  It would’ve been easy for a hunk like Steve to take advantage 
of the curiosity and budding sexuality of a fourteen year-old girl to get 
another notch on his belt and then dump me once the novelty wore off.  
Instead, for the rest of the summer and thru the following winter he fucked 
me whenever I wanted it.

Maybe it had something to do with him being my “first”, but in any case Steve 
was the only one I had sex with until his mom was transferred out of state.   
Looking back though, it was probably the best thing for me as once Steve was 
gone I came to realize that I wasn't so much “in love” with him as infatuated 
with having sex with him. It was more about how he made me feel, both 
physically and emotionally than drew me to him, not romance.

After Steve, I started dating a bunch of guys, mostly just doing blowjobs but 
having enough sex to keep satisfied without acquiring TOO bad of a reputation 
in the process.  Even though I was horny as hell and I seemed to be 
masturbated constantly (at least, that’s what my mom told me), I didn't have 
sex with most of them, maybe out of fear of comparing them with Steve.

There were a few exceptions, such as when an “unusual” opportunity would 
arise that I just couldn't pass up.  For example, I did a forty five year-old 
married guy from my dad’s office which was pretty wild.  Then there was this 
counselor while I was at church camp.  It both cases it wasn’t like I was 
“dating” them or anything like a relationship; it was just for fun.

Now It was the summer after my freshman year of high school and I was 
enjoying myself the way most fifteen year-old girls do – flirting and dating 
boys.  Since the end of my Freshman year, I’d been dated John almost 
exclusively.  We had been going to the same church all our lives and although 
I’d caught him staring at my legs and boobs several times, he never showed 
any special interest in me while I was dating Steve.

Then out of the blue, with only a few weeks of school left, John asked me to 
help him with some homework.  Given the way he was eyeing my boobs when he 
asked, I felt it safe to assume that John was interested in more than my 4.0 
grade point average.  Maybe my growing reputation caused him to need some 
time to work up the courage.  In any case, it turned out I was totally 
correct about his true intentions.  To make a long story short, I left our 
first “homework” session with the pleasant aftertaste of cum in my mouth.

Once the initial dating rituals had been satisfied, we dropped the “homework” 
excuse and started more serious dating.  Don't get me wrong, neither of us 
was looking for anything romantic, we both wanted the same thing – sex!.  On 
our first date we were already doing it in the backseat of his parent’s car 
and it certainly wasn’t our last time! Most of the time we did it either in 
his car or my bedroom, but we were always looking for any opportunity for a 
bit of extra excitement.

One problem with growing up in Pittsburgh, you’re a long way from the beach!  
Fortunately for me, my parents own a ski boat and we love to spend weekends 
driving to West Virginia where several state parks have large lakes.  The one 
we like the best also has a family beach area but I rarely go there.  You 
could only see a few inches through the lake water which is OK so far as 
skiing goes but sort of gross to swim in.

In addition, the lake was always full of little kids making themselves a 
regular pain in the butt.  Sometimes I would go to lay out in the sun and see 
what attention I could get from the fathers there with their kids so it 
wasn't a total waste of sand!


Chapter 2 – Preparing for a Date With John
==========================================

It was a Friday night and I was in my bedroom getting ready for another night 
out with John.  He didn't have anything special planned, just a movie and 
maybe some dessert afterwards.  Looking in my mirror, I smiled as I imagined 
what was ahead of me.  My denim skirt was tight and short, just like I knew 
John liked them.  It hugged my hips tight and then flared out with a ruffle 
at the bottom to make it more girlish rather than slutty.  Underneath was a 
pair of simple white cotton panties.  Underneath my white tank top was a 
black tube top which was clearly visible.  My hair was pulled back into a 
simple ponytail and I had just the minimum makeup on.  A pair of pink 
sneakers finished off the ensemble.

Actually, each piece had been selected with a specific motive in mind.  The 
skirt, of course, was for easy access.  I learned early on that trying to get 
a pair of jeans off in a theater could be quite a challenge! The white 
panties were for John’s sake – lending that “little girl” imagine to me that 
was enhanced by the pony tail and light makeup.  I could have gone braless 
under the tank top, letting my nipples show through instead of the tube top.

Instead, the tube top lent a little bit naughtiness to the look, clearly 
visible yet saying he had to work a bit if he wanted my boobs.  The sneakers 
were actually functional in that it was a lot easier to squat down in front 
of him in the theater with those than it would have been with heels (like I 
would ever touch my knees to those filthy floors!).

Suddenly I felt a tingle in my pussy as I imagined John pressing up against 
my panties, then moving them aside to explore my wet pussy.  I closed my eyes 
and stood there with my hand pressed up against my crotch, feeling the warmth 
that was building up.  Although I had masturbated earlier this morning, it 
had still been a few days since John had fucked me last and I was feeling a 
bit anxious.

As much as I loved touching myself, nothing beat the feel of a real dick in 
you.   Several of my friends were still virgins and I often marveled at how 
they could deny themselves.  God, if I regretted anything it was I waited as 
long as I had!

With a half hour or so until John was due, I figured why waste the time? I 
got on top my bed and laid back against my pillow.  Soon my hand was back 
between my legs and rubbing my clit through my panties.  This was silly – 
John wasn't here so the heck with the stupid panties! I pulled them down to 
my ankles and let my knees spread apart.  My fingers moved through my pubic 
hair, spreading it apart to reach my clit and pussy slit.  God it felt so 
good! For the next ten or fifteen minutes, I played with myself, imagining it 
was John touching me, licking me, even fucking me.

When I finally came, I plunged my fingers into me as far as I could reach, 
remembering how good it had felt the last time John had fucked me and driven 
his dick in me as far as he could when he came in me.  John loved the fact I 
let him fuck me without a condom.  He claimed I was the first girl he had 
ever actually cum inside of as all the rest of them made him wear a condom.

When people discuss the pros and cons of condoms, the conversation seems to 
always dwell on the guy such as the loss of sensation.  How come nobody cares 
about the girl? When a guy cums in a rubber he may as well not cum at all so 
far as the girl is concerned.  I want to feel his sperm spew into me, feel 
the gentle warmth as he fills me with his hot cum.  John loved it as well and 
so he came in my pussy most of the time with the only exceptions being when I 
was blowing him somewhere where he couldn't fuck me.

As I laid there with my heart pounding, the afterglow of my orgasm still 
burning inside of me, I became aware of what else was going on around me.  
Our house is fairly old with hardwood floors that squeak if so much as a 
mouse runs across them it seems.  I could have sworn someone was in the 
hallway.  My bedroom door was wide open, as it usually was, so I called out 
to find out who was out there.

“Someone out there?”

I expected it to me my mom so I was a bit surprised when my dad poked his 
head around the corner.

“Just me baby,” he said with a smile.  “I take it you’re going out with John 
tonight?”

I nodded and he just shook his head and laughed softly.

“And you couldn't wait another thirty minutes?”

“Dad!!” I protested, trying to sound innocent but obviously caught with my 
panties down – literally.

It wasn't like he had never seen me nude or masturbating before.  Now don’t 
get me wrong, I don’t run around the house nude or put on masturbation shows 
for my dad, but at the same time I don’t hide it when I do it either. The 
same went for my parents.  Although I have never seen them actually having 
sex, masturbation isn't something they hide and nudity, when appropriate, is 
OK.

“You know, I don’t understand why you don’t just spend the evening here.  I 
would think your bed has got to be a LOT more comfortable than wherever 
you’re going to be doing it tonight.”

“John still gets nervous about it Dad,” I tried to explain.  “God, if he knew 
you watched us sometimes I think he would shrivel up and never get hard 
again!”

We both laughed and he came in to give me a quick hug.  Actually, it made me 
feel secure to have sex with my parents home.  At least I knew nothing bad 
was going to happen to me with my dad surreptitiously checking in now and 
then.

“Don’t forget your panties!” he teased me as he left my room.

I just pretended to be shocked that he would even say such a thing which just 
made him laugh all the more at me.  Actually, he was right and so I pulled 
them back up and then got out of bed to check myself again in the mirror 
after my little bit of self-indulgence.


Chapter 3 – Sex in the Parking Lot
==================================

John soon picked me up and we had a great night.  The theater was pretty full 
which somewhat limited what I could do to him.  In the end, he had to settle 
for just a hand job as it would’ve been all but impossible to get down and 
suck him without drawing undue attention to us.  Not that he complained! John 
groped me the entire movie as much as he could get away with and by the time 
the movie was over my pussy was soaking wet with the anticipation of his dick 
in it.

Once the movie was over, no sooner were we back in his car than I was leaning 
over for his zipper with the intent of attacking his cock right then and 
there.

“Whoa!” John exclaimed, “I guess somebody’s horny as hell.”

“Oh just shut up,” I muttered, trying to get his zipper down but for some 
reason having a heck of a time getting it started.

“Why don’t we get in the back so that console’s not in your way?” he offered.

I was getting frustrated with his zipper and lack of help as well so I just 
huffed and threw the door open, almost hitting some poor woman walking her 
kids back to their car.  I smiled at her and apologized and as soon as she 
turned away I opened the rear door and hopped in, all ready to go.  John was 
close behind, entering from the other side and closing his door behind him.

“Take those damn jeans off,” I demanded, “God, I’ve never had so much trouble 
with a guy’s zipper before!”

John just grinned at me, apparently amused for some reason at my frustration.   
My pussy was killing me! It needed some attention and soon.  Meanwhile, John 
had pulled his jeans off along with his underwear and was sitting back in the 
seat with just his shirt on which, for the moment at least, was covering his 
dick from view.  The lighting was poor where John had parked, which I doubted 
was just a coincidence on his part, but I could see enough to reach over and 
grab his cock under his shirt tails.  I was pleased to find him hard and 
ready to go!

“God, I’ve been wanting to suck this all night,” I murmured as I leaned over 
and took the head in my mouth.  John immediately let out a slight groan and I 
knew he had been wanting the same thing.

“Mmmmmmm, you like my mouth on your dick, don’t you?” I teased him, holding 
his hard cock in my and while I looked up into his eyes with my mouth next to 
his dick.

“You know damn well I do!” he retorted. “Now quit yakking and suck it.  If 
you want me to fuck you, then you’d better suck my cock good.”

Somehow I doubted that anything I did, or didn't do, wouldn't deter him from 
fucking me before the night was over but I indulged his ego.  I kneeled on 
the back seat, bent over his dick with my ass up in the air, sucking his cock 
like it was a hot day and I had to lick a popsicle to keep it from dripping.

“Oh yeah, that’s the way I like it,” John groaned as I sucked hard on his 
cock.

His hand managed to wander over my back and down to my ass, lifting my skirt 
and grabbing my ass through my panties.

“I don’t know why you bothered wearing these tonight,” he complained, working 
my panties down my butt and thighs to my knees, ”Since when do you wear them 
anyway?”

I just let him grumble as I worked on his cock.  He plunged his finger into 
my pussy and I almost bit into his cock as the sudden release of pleasure it 
created in me overwhelmed me.  I wiggled my ass with his finger in me, trying 
to tell him I liked it without taking his cock from my mouth.

“Cum in my mouth,” I said quickly, releasing his dick just long enough to beg 
for his cum.

His cock tasted so good in my mouth! Having it in my hand for most of the 
past hour or so without being able to even so much as suck it had been as 
much torture for me as it probably was for him.  On second thought, I was the 
one who suffered the most as he at least got to cum! All I could do was lick 
his cum off my hand afterwards.  It was like waving a steak in front of a dog 
and not letting her have a taste except to like what was left on your 
fingers!

John moaned even louder when I took his entire dick in my mouth until my face 
was pressed against his crotch.  I wiggled my head around it, letting my 
tongue press against it as I held it there for as long as I could hold my 
breath.  I loved the feeling of his smooth shaft as it slid along my lips 
when I raised my head back up again.  I tried to pause a second to catch my 
breath but John wouldn't have any of that.

“Don’t stop NOW for God’s sake,” he groaned, “Almost there...just a little 
more...hurry up and put it in your mouth!”

Well, that was a little understated as it turned out.  No sooner did I get 
his cock back about half-way in my mouth than his dick erupted like a 
fountain spewing fireballs at a Fourth of July fireworks show.  My lips 
tightened around his pulsing shaft, trying to keep every drop of his warm 
salty sperm in my mouth.  Overall I was largely successful as only a little 
bit leaked past and dribbled down my chin.

John’s finger was still up my pussy but as he had neared his orgasm he had 
just held it there with his hand gripping my ass.  With everything happening 
in the last few minutes I had almost forgotten he had it in me until he came 
and his grip tightened on my butt.  I felt his finger twist in me which only 
served to remind me what I REALLY wanted from John tonight.

I went to sit up and he pulled his finger out of me.  Turning sideways on the 
seat, I had my legs wrapped under me with my panties still holding my knees 
together.  I probably should have just pulled them off altogether but I hoped 
it would turn John on to see them partially on me.  I looked at him and 
opened my mouth, careful not to let his load of cum escape.  There wasn't 
much I could say with a mouthful of cum so I just smiled as he looked at his 
sperm pooled on my tongue.  Closing my mouth, I took a big swallow and got 
most of it down with the rest disappearing with the second effort.  I opened 
my mouth to show him it was empty and he just sighed.

“Damn, you really do like that stuff, don’t you?” he asked.  I could tell 
from the tone of his voice that HE certainly didn't, or least didn't even 
like the thought of tasting it.

“I don't know, I guess it’s pretty good once you get use to it,” I replied 
with a grin, “Actually I like the process of GETTING it the best.”

“Well I’ll say one thing, you give better head than any other fifteen year-
old girl I know!”

I pretended to be mad and replied, “John! And just how many other fifteen 
year- olds have been sucking your cock?”

John got defensive, realizing he had dug himself a whole.  Like most guys, 
rather than shut up and let it go, he had to dig the hole deeper.

“Oh no!” he quickly corrected himself, “I just meant that was how old you 
were.   What I meant to say was you give better head than any other girl I 
know which is incredible because you’re only fifteen.”

At this rate he would be in China before long!

“So you mean a lot of girls suck your cock then,” I countered, looking at him 
accusingly.

He just couldn't put down the shovel!

“No, that’s not what I meant either,” he whined.  Then, unable to come up 
another defense, he must have decided that the best defense was a good 
offense.

“You’re not being fair,” he argues, “From what I’ve heard you’ve been blowing 
every guy you go out with.”

Teasing was fun but this was over the line.  How many guys I sucked was none 
of his business and I wasn't about to discuss my sexual history with him.  
Besides, a BJ wasn't technically sex anyway so what difference did it make to 
him? I tried to get out of the car but almost killed myself when my panties 
tripped me up.  Damn things, I knew I should have taken them off! John just 
thought that was hilarious.  Figures.

“Oh come on Kelly, don’t get mad at me,” he pleaded.

I sat back in the seat with my arms folded and my legs under me.  The damn 
panties were about half way between my knees and ankles and I was about ready 
to just rip them off and be done with them.  I just sat there with my arms 
folded and a scowl on my face.

“I’m sorry,” John apologized, “I meant it well.  How can I make it up to 
you?”

A grin slowly came to my face as he finally was right where I wanted him.  My 
one hand went between my legs where my pussy was practically dripping and my 
other hand went to hold his dick, which was still as hard as ever even though 
he had just cum for the second time in the past hour.

“Well, you could start by shutting up and fucking me,” I said in a naughty 
tone, teasing him by squeezing his cock just enough to make it feel good but 
not hard enough to hurt him.

“Well, I think I can handle THAT,” he said with a little laugh.

“Ummmmm, didn't I just say to shut up?”

John started to say something again but the look on my face shut him up this 
time.  He just shook his head and grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me 
back into the rear corner of the backseat so my head was supported by the 
door and cushion.  John lifted my legs up onto the seat and pulled my panties 
down around my ankles and then threw them in the front seat.

“Like I said, I don’t know why you even bother wearing them,” he laughed.  I 
started to say something but he put his fingers to my lips and said, “I know, 
I know... shut up and fuck you.”

THAT was better.  FINALLY he was getting the picture. I dropped one leg over 
the side of the back seat and raised the other one to the top of the seat 
back.   Actually, except for my panties I was still fully dressed! John still 
had his shirt on but it was no match for his erect cock as it poked out and 
through the shirt tails.

Reaching out for his dick, I grabbed him as he worked his way into position.  
It was a little awkward at first as he tried to balance himself but I held 
his cock to my pussy hole and waited for him to push it in.  His cock head 
was pressing against my pussy as it practically screamed for him to come 
inside.  Fingers are only good for when you don’t have a dick available!

I heard him take a deep breath and just as I could feel him beginning to push 
harder, voices came in from somebody right next to us.  John froze and I 
strained my head to see over his shoulder to see if I recognized anyone.   
Although we both had enough clothes on now to hide anything naughty from 
view, our position would have been hard to take for anything other than what 
it was – two teens fucking in the back seat!

“Ignore them,” I pleaded, “Come on... fuck me dammit.”

Let’s see... 111111 horny boy with huge erection has choice between worrying 
about people outside the car or following the directions of his girlfriend 
who is insisting that he fuck her.  Like there was a decision to be made 
here! Once again I felt the pressure of his cock head between my legs and 
finally my pussy relented and opened for him.  His dick head slipped in and 
was quickly followed by the remaining portion of his shaft until l felt his 
crotch pressed up against mine with his long curly pubic hair smashed against 
my fuzzy pussy.

“That’s so much better,” I moaned softly as he held himself still inside of 
me.   My pussy gripped his shaft, holding onto him as if it never wanted to 
release it.  “God you feel so good inside of me!”

As he started to stroke himself in my pussy, I reached down and toyed with my 
clit, rubbing it in tight circles with my finger tips.  My other hand cupped 
my boobs through my tube top, squeezing my nipples between my fingers.  After 
being so horny for the past couple of hours, this wasn't going to take long!

“Ohhhhh John,” I moaned, “Make me cum... Make me cum so hard.”

John was pumping me harder and faster, oblivious to the outside world even 
though several times we heard voice of people as they walked by the car.  If 
any of them saw anything they played it pretty straight as we never had a 
single instance where somebody challenged what we were doing.

My pussy exploded and my cum gushed over his cock as my orgasm struck hard.  
It was incredibly intense although short-lived. My pussy squeezed down so 
hard on John’s cock he actually begged me to let up on it a little but I 
wasn't listening that closely.  All that existed or me at that moment was 
between our legs – his cock inside of my pussy.

“Oh... my... god,” I moaned as it seemed it would never end.  “Feels so good! 
Fuck me John... fuck me more!”

Gradually the feeling in me died down and I laid still, feeling John’s cock 
throbbing in me. He had pause while I was cumming, watching me cum and 
listening to me tell him how I felt.  Seeing that I was about over my orgasm, 
he started pumping his cock in me again, in and out, in and out, using a 
steady even motion with all the relentlessness of an oil rig.  It was just 
pure fucking, plain and simple.  Nothing fancy, no weird positions, neither 
of us saying a word, just his cock inside of me.

Again I heard another group of people approaching but this time John didn't 
stop but instead just kept fucking me slow and steady.  It was almost like he 
was pacing himself, seeing how long he could fuck me before cumming.  I could 
see the shadows of the people on the windows as they walked by and I couldn't 
help but wonder what they would say if they knew what was happening inside 
the car they were walking by.  Then, maybe they DID know and were just 
ignoring us.   What if it was someone we knew, someone who might recognize 
John’s car?

Amazingly, John kept fucking me and I was starting to wonder if he would cum 
again.  Not that I wanted him to stop.  There was something unique about what 
he was doing to me now.  Most of the time he fucked me it was a lot of 
furious movement followed by a rapid climax.  This was more like a nice 
backrub, a slow but steady series of pleasurable sensations that coursed 
thought me like waves emanating from my pussy.  Frankly, he could have gone 
on all night and I wouldn't have minded! But that wasn't to be the case.

“Oh god I’m gonna cum soon,” he groaned, the first words he had said to me 
since he started fucking me. He started to shift his weight as if he wanted 
to pull out of me but that wasn't part of my plan.

“Stay in me John,” I whispered to him, just loud enough for him to hear me 
over his panting and the slapping sound of his cock as it slid in and out of 
me.  “I want you to cum inside of me.”

As much as I loved the taste of his cum, nothing gave me more satisfaction 
than when he came inside of me.  There is something emotionally fulfilling 
about having a male emptying his sperm in me, almost like he is mating me.  
Of course being on the pill eliminates any possibility of that being 
fulfilled, but the concept is still exciting. There is also the simple matter 
of it feels good.   Depending on the size of the load and who knows what 
internal factors, I can feel it release in me as a sensation of warmth within 
my lower abdomen.  It fades away quickly but then is followed by another.  
It’s hard for me to believe that the dick I see disappearing into my pussy is 
spewing sperm into my pussy and that is what I’m feeling!

Finally, I know guys love it when I tell them to cum in me.  The reactions by 
both Steve and John when I first told them they could fuck me without a 
condom AND stay in me when they came were priceless! Apparently I was the 
first girl for either of them that willingly did it and I’m sure it enhanced 
my reputation when they talked about it with their friends.

“Ohhhhh,” was all John said as he shoved his cock deep in me and held it in 
as far as he could.  I knew what THAT meant – he was getting reading to cum 
again.

“That’s it John, cum in me,” I encouraged him, “Fill my pussy with your 
sperm.”

He groaned as his back arched and he laid his head back.  Then released 
himself into me, shooting his load of sperm into me.  I felt that familiar 
warm feeling inside of me as he slammed his hips into me over and over again.  
I didn't stop talking to him the entire time as I told him how good he felt 
in me, how I wanted him to fuck me over and over again.  Finally he was 
finished and he fell forward against me, his arms barely keeping his weight 
off of me.

We laid together like that for what seems like an hour, his cock in me as it 
slowly dwindled, We kissed and touched, running our hands and fingers over 
the other.  Finally he got up and my pussy had this strange sensation when 
his dick finally pulled out, as if it was empty or something like that and 
needing filling again.  I could have gladly let him fuck me more if he had 
wanted but by now I think he had enough of me for one night.

“That was SO good,” I murmured to him finally.  He kissed me one last time 
and got up and off of me.  John struggled to get his underwear and jeans back 
on.  I decided to just leave my panties off as they would just get wet and 
full of cum otherwise as his sperm drained out of me so what was the point?

Once we were both ready, we each got out on opposite sides of the car and 
quickly moved to the front seat.  I didn't notice anyone looking at us but if 
they had, it would have been pretty obvious what had been going on here, 
especially if my hair looked at all the way I was afraid it did.  My purse 
was in the front seat so I pulled out a comb and tried to fix it up enough to 
be presentable. 

The drive home was uneventful.  Neither of us said much as I think we were 
both fairly overwhelmed by our evening so far.  John walked me to the front 
door and gave me a good night kiss.  As he kissed me his hand reached under 
my skirt and he cupped my pussy.

“John!” I protested, “What if the neighbors are watching?”

“Oh yeah, like you really care, ‘Miss Exhibitionist’,” he teased me, “Or how 
about, ‘Miss I Walk Around Wearing Next to Nothing’.”

“Well, still,” I replied lamely.  What could I say, it wasn't like I was a 
prude or anything.  I’m sure the neighbor boys – and dads, would enjoy the 
view.

John gave my pussy a final little pat and returned to his car.  My parents 
were still up when I went in and my dad stopped by my bedroom after I had 
undressed and gotten in bed.

“Well, well, so did my little slut enjoy herself?” he teased me. “How many 
times did you make him cum?”

“Oh Daddy, you know better than to ask that!!” I protested.  If I only had a 
nickel for every time I’ve had to respond to him that way!

My dad just chuckled and said, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait until 
you tell your mom about it so she can tell me.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically but I knew he was right.  Since my very first 
date I’d always given my mom a detailed “report” on my dates as soon as I got 
home.   She was even the first to be told after I lost my virginity! I didn't 
mind that she told my dad everything.  A few times I had tried telling him 
directly but it got a little surreal seeing him get hard hearing about his 
own daughter’s date! Sometimes he would make little remarks like he had just 
now but in general, he didn't ask me much about my sex life, more like a 
little tease now and then.

“You know, you should invite him along to the lake tomorrow.”

“Really? Can I?” I asked incredulously.  My dad had never offered to let any 
other boys come along on one of our lake trips before so apparently he must 
like John.  This was SO cool!

“Sure, I’ll take care of your mom, so don’t worry about her.”

THAT was a help.  It wasn't so much my dad that limited who got invited but 
rather my mom.  I guess it was one thing for her daughter to go out and get 
laid by her boyfriend but inviting him along so he could do me didn't seem to 
thrill her.  Well, if my dad approved of it I was sure he could convince my 
mom.

“Thanks Daddy!” I exclaimed, jumping out of bed and hugging him.  Of course I 
was nude, just as I always am in bed since I was around twelve.  It didn't 
bother me for him to see me. naked After all, I WAS his daughter so what was 
the big deal? It certainly didn't seem to bother him as he never averted his 
eyes or seemed embarrassed to look at me! My dad hugged me back and then 
playfully spanked my on my bare bottom.

“Well, you two had better behave yourself tomorrow – don’t make me regret 
this!”

I couldn't wait to call John.  His parents must have wondered why I would be 
calling so late but I wanted to be sure to catch him before he got up and 
went off to do something.  He didn't seem as thrilled about it as I thought 
he might, especially when I told him we would be going with my parents (like 
duh, how else would we get the boat there?).  In the end he did exactly what 
I knew he would – he agreed.  Boys are SO predictable!

Back in bed, I had a hard time getting to sleep as I imagined all the things 
I would love to do with John the next day.  Most of them were pure fantasy – 
nude waterskiing, doing it on the boat with my parents watching, and so 
forth.  While these sort of things would never happen for real, at the same 
time I had a few more realistic expectations.  I mean, it would be a darn 
shame to spend an entire day wearing my skimpy bikini, flirting with John and 
not get laid somewhere along the line!


Chapter 4 – Driving to the Lake
===============================

The next morning I woke up horny as hell.  Actually, it’s nothing unusual for 
me to wake that way.  By nature I am a “night” person, preferring to stay up 
late and sleeping in late (apologies to Ben Franklin).  Yet for whatever 
reason, my body seems to be naturally at its horniest (is that a word?) when 
I first wake up.  As a result, more often than not I find myself masturbating 
before the sleep is even out of my eyes and this morning was no different.  
If anything, my “need” was even more intense as I recalled my agenda for the 
day!

Once THAT was out of the way, I took care of my morning bathroom rituals and 
got dressed for the day.  My first dilemma of the day was deciding which 
bikini to wear (hey, it’s really not that easy making these kind of 
decisions!).  I had several, each more or less geared towards a specific 
event or location.  For anything to do with church, I had a conservative 
number that was more “two- piece” than bikini.  Actually, even that was 
pretty liberal as not too many years ago they allowed only one piece suits!

At the other extreme of the bikini sluttiness rating scale was my tanning 
bikini.  I only wear this one out on our private deck as the public pool 
dress code required SOME material other than string to cover your ass.  
Finally I picked out my one of my favorites, a jet black bikini which showed 
off my figure but at the same time somehow managed to cover all the 
“required” areas.

Slipping on the bikini, I tied the halter strings behind my neck and then the 
waist strings. Over the bottoms I added a pair of white shorts that were 
extremely short but still looked classier than my cutoffs.  I pulled my hair 
back into a ponytail again as it was easier to ski with it out of the way.  
The bikini top was enough, at least for this situation. No point in covering 
myself any more than necessary.

By now my mom was yelling up the stairs for me to get going.  Just as I got 
down to the driveway, John pulled up and as he approached I loved the way his 
eyes roamed over me.  If he wasn't careful he was going to be sporting an 
erection though his bathing suit! Not that I would have minded but I am sure 
it would’ve embarrassed him in front of my parents (although I bet my mom 
would have gotten a kick out it).  We all piled in the SUV and headed out to 
the storage barn where we kept the boat.

Soon we were on our way and for the next hour or so it was mom and dad in 
front with John and me in back seat.  John was sitting behind my dad so I 
scooted over to the middle so I could be next to him.  My parents tried to 
get John engaged in light conversation but he was shy with them around and so 
eventually they gave up and resigned themselves to talking to each other for 
the rest of the trip.  That was OK with me as I snuggled up next to John, 
taking his arm and wrapped it around my neck.  He seemed hesitant at first, 
resting his hand on the seat back instead of on me as I had hoped.

Looking down at John’s crotch, my mind painted a mental picture of his cock 
hiding underneath.  Then I thought, why just imagine it when it was right 
there waiting for me? My parents were yakking about something or another, not 
paying any attention to us, so I took advantage of the situation.  It wasn't 
that I was worried about my parents’ reaction, they would probably have 
encouraged us, it was John that I was worried about.  Face it, most guys 
aren’t accustomed to playing around with a girl while her parents are in the 
car with them. 

When I placed my hand squarely on his crotch, John looked down at me with his 
eyes wide open and I could see from the look on his face that he wasn't sure 
if I was just teasing him or being serious.  He soon got his answer when I 
started to rub my hand in little circles and grinned mischievously at him.

“Kelly, what are you doing?” he whispered to me.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see anything,” I whispered back.

“You say something Kelly?” my called back.  She didn't turn around to try to 
look back at us, thankfully, and the big front seats in the SUV served as a 
pretty good shield anyway.

“No mother, we were just talking,” I responded which seemed to satisfy her 
and she went back to chatting with my dad.

I turned sideways, curling my bare legs and feet under me on the seat.  My 
right hand was still massaging John’s cock through his pants and despite his 
weak protests, I was definitely getting the response I was hoping for as the 
tent in his shorts slowly rose like there was a balloon under there being 
pumped full of air.   His shorts had an elastic waist rather than a belt and 
zipper which made them easily accessible.  I wondered if that was that a 
deliberate choice by him or just my lucky day? I slipped my hand under the 
elastic and he quickly put his hand over mine to try and stop me from going 
any further.

“Kelly... your parents!” he whispered, looking towards the front seat with 
his eyes.

I responded by giving him one of my classic eye rolls and shook his hand off 
mine.  What he didn't know was that my parents wouldn't have turned around 
unless I asked them to.  Indeed, John had no idea how much they knew about 
our relationship.  My parents were cool enough to be discreet when necessary 
and this was one of those times when it was necessary.  Personally, I thought 
it was pretty hot knowing I could do just about anything with him and not 
worry about “getting caught” whereas he was clueless about the real 
situation.

Taking a break from my “assault” on Mount Dick, I took his hand that he had 
draped over my shoulder and pulled it down to my breasts.  Placing the palm 
of his hand over my nipple, I pressed his hand against my boob.  Given it was 
barely covered by my bikini top, it was almost like getting a feel of my bare 
breast.  Instinctively he started to pull away but I held him tightly and 
finally he conceded and started to squeeze my boob.  Good boy! Really, how 
many boys can say no when a girl put his hand on her boob, regardless of 
where they were at the moment?

Actually, I could have just stayed the way we were now, me leaning up against 
him with my head on his shoulder, my feet curled under me.  I felt secure 
with John’s arm around me while his strong hand cupped my boob.  It reminded 
me of when we first started seeing each other and we would make out on his 
parent’s couch.  I loved the way he tentatively moved his hands over me, 
trying to see just how far he could go before I said no.  He soon learned 
that word wasn't in my vocabulary, at least not when I was being groped by a 
boy!

Meanwhile, my hand was back under the elastic waistband of his shorts and 
moving downward.  My fingertips encountered the start of his pubic hair and I 
paused while I let them run through it to tease him a bit.  It felt so curly 
and coarse and I could just imagine the cock that was surrounded by it! 
Pushing my hand down further, I touched the tip of his cock head and then the 
shaft.  Gripping his dick in my hand, I snuggled up against him and felt his 
grip on my boob tighten as he reacted to my touch.

We stayed in that position for most of the rest of the trip down there, 
John’s hand on my boob and mine on his cock.  I’m sure I could’ve pulled his 
shorts down and sucked him off without my parents saying a word; hell, I 
probably could have sat in his lap and let him fuck me! However, going that 
far would have probably raised some questions that were best left alone.   
Plus, I didn't want John to get the wrong impression and think that there was 
anything kinky between my parents and me.  It was one thing for them to 
encourage me to have sex and enjoy myself, quite another to do it with them.  
There are some lines just don't get crossed, not even by me.


Chapter 5 – Out on the Boat
===========================

As my dad slowed for the exit to the state park, my mom shifted and started 
to turn around to face us.  John’s hand was off my boob instantly but I kept 
my hand under his shorts, not wanting to let go of his warm, hard dick.

“Well, we’re about there!” my mom announced.  If she noticed my wayward hand 
or misplaced bikini top, she didn't let on, much to John’s relief, I’m sure.

I gave John’s dick a little squeeze as if to say goodbye.  It was only 
temporary though, as I was confident I’d be seeing a lot more of it before 
the day was done! I pulled my hand out from his shorts and straightened out 
my bikini top to cover my boob again.  My dad pulled into the line for the 
boat launch which seemed to stretch out forever.  As it looked like it would 
be quite a while before we launched, we all got out to stretch and get the 
boat ready.  John went back to help my dad with the cover and straps while my 
mom and I looked on.

“Well, it looked like the two of you were having a good time on the way down 
here!” she giggled as she gave me a hug around the shoulders.

“Oh mom!” I responded but I couldn't keep the grin from appearing on my face.

“I have to give you credit though,” she started out, pausing then as she 
waited for me to look at her with a questioning expression before she 
finished.   “Holding on to his cock all that time and not sucking it must 
have been killing you!”

Mothers! What are you going to do about them? My mom knew how much I loved 
giving BJs and in fact, she and I had spent some considerable quality time 
together with her dildo collection as she gave me a few pointers and 
criticized my technique.

“Well, not that I didn't WANT to, but I think it would have freaked him out, 
Mom.”

“Oh yeah, and I suppose he thinks your parents don’t know he’s screwing their 
daughter I bet.?” she said with a bit of a laugh.

“Yeah, exactly,” I giggled back at her.

Gradually the line went down.  John and I took up a position near the boat 
launch and had a good time watching the fools trying to launch their boats.  
Someone should produce a reality show from this as it never ceases to amaze 
me how much people will spend on a boat and then be clueless as to how to use 
it.  Watching them try to back their boat down the launch was priceless!  
Then there are the idiots who forget to put the drain plug in.  One dummy 
even forgot the tie down straps! Oh well, it helped pass the time until 
finally my dad was next in line so we went down to help out.  My dad backed 
the boat almost all the way in and then let my mom do the rest while he drove 
the boat off the trailer (needless to say, he wouldn't let me have a hand in 
backing it in given my total inability to comprehend mirrors!).

With the boat launched successfully, my mom pulled the trailer out of the 
water and drove off to park while John and I jumped on board and waited for 
her to return.  Now that we were in the boat, I immediately pulled my shorts 
off, revealing my tiny bikini bottom to John.  It was the first time he’d 
seen me in this particular bikini as I wouldn't dare wear it at the public 
pool.  It made me tingle all over the way his eyes focused like a laser on my 
all but bare ass!  Of course he’d seen it plenty of times before but there’s 
just something different about showing it off in public.  What really amused 
me was that even my dad couldn't help but take a look for himself and he saw 
me around the house and in our hot tub all the time.

My mom returned in a few minutes and once she was in the boat my dad took us 
out into the middle of the lake to get things started.  My mom peeled off her 
top and shorts and I just shook my head as John’s eyes wandered her way.  My 
mom was getting close to her forties but she could still turn heads! Frankly, 
I just hope I looked as good as her in a bikini twenty years from now.  I 
knew she liked to show off a bit and I was sure she knew that John was 
getting an eyeful from the way she sat and crossed her legs in front of him.

For the next couple of hours we boated around the lake and did some water 
skiing.  An avid snow skier, John had never been on water skis before and he 
wanted to try.  After a couple of nasty falls and dunkings he said the heck 
with it and switched to a tube.  We had brought two of them and so we both 
had a great time “fighting” each other as we tried to knock each other off 
our tubes.  I usually won, although I think he let me in a few cases, but 
there was one time when he got me good and I flew off my tube and 
somersaulted over the water’s surface.  All in all though, it was a lot of 
fun.  John professed to be impressed at my slaloming skills but I think he 
just liked watching me in my bikini being pulled by the boat!

By now we were all getting a bit tired and hungry so my dad headed back to 
the marina to fuel up and have some lunch.  My mom had packed a picnic lunch 
so we walked over to the beach area where there were some picnic tables that 
were still available.  It took about a half hour or so to eat lunch after 
which my dad set up some lawn chairs, announcing his intention to “let his 
food settle” which was just his way of saying he wanted to take a nap. My mom 
wanted some sun herself so she took another chair and set it out of the shade 
overlooking the beach.


Chapter 6 – The Beach
=====================

“Hey, why don’t you two go swimming?” my mom suggested.

I looked down at the beach and saw it was pretty crowded.  There was a 
floating dock in the deeper section where you could dive off but that was 
practically filled with people.  Kids seemed to be everywhere although I did 
see a few teens and adults walking around, most of which probably had kids or 
brothers and sisters in the water that they had to keep an eye on.  I frowned 
and looked at John.

“Well, I don’t know, looks pretty crowded.”

“What the heck, let’s try it.  Looks like fun!” John responded.  He was 
certainly a lot more enthusiastic about the idea than I was.  Frankly, I 
would have rather gone off to somewhere more private and had some fun of a 
different sort!

Outnumbered, I shrugged and gave in as it really didn't make that big of a 
difference one way or the other to me for the moment.  I was confident that 
sooner or later we would do it so this was just a temporary setback.  My mom 
mentioned the air mattress in the back of the SUV and so John ran back to the 
parking lot to get it.  Fortunately my dad had blown it up before we left 
home so it was ready to go when he got back.

“Ready?” John asked.  He really DID seem to be looking forward to this, 
although for the life of me I didn't understand why.  I enjoyed sunning at 
the beach but I was a few years past the stage where swimming around in the 
dirty lake water gave me any special thrills.

As we made our way down to the beach, we passed several families having 
picnics of their own.  Of course most of the guys turned their heads as I 
walked by as I probably had the skimpiest bikini around at the moment.  John 
must have noticed them as well because he held my hand and pulled me a little 
closer to him.  Inside I felt sort of special, like I was part of some tribal 
ritual.  It wasn't so much he was protecting me as he was showing off to the 
other males, letting them know I was his.  Personally, I thought it was sort 
of cute.  At least he wasn't pulling me along by my hair!

Before long we were out in the warm water up to our knees.  I dropped down on 
the air mattress and stretched out on my stomach with my arms hanging over 
the sides to move myself along.  With just the strings of my bikini showing 
and the little thong barely covering any of my ass, someone might have 
thought I was nude at first glance.  I looked up on the beach and waved to my 
mom to see if she was watching us.  She must have been since she waved back 
almost immediately.

John grabbed my ankles and pushed me out into deeper water.  As the water got 
past his waist and covered his shorts, his hands released my ankles started 
instead to stroke my bare leg up and down between my ankles and about mid-
thigh.   He didn't get as close to my ass as I would’ve liked but it felt 
good all the same.  As time went by, he got more little adventurous and his 
hands moved up a little further until finally he brushed up against my almost 
bare bottom.

“John!” I exclaimed, pretending to be self-conscious, “There are little kids 
right over there who can see you!”

“Who cares,” he shrugged, “Let them get their own girl!”

We both laughed and then without warning he flipped me over and dunked me.  I 
made it back to my feet and pushed him backwards and before long we were 
pushing and shoving playfully.  He had the advantage since the water was up 
higher on me than him since he was taller but I still managed to hold my own.  
Somewhere along the line his hand grabbed my ass and he gave it a good 
squeeze.

“Damn you’ve got a fucking great ass,” John sighed.  He looked around to see 
if anybody was paying attention to us but it didn't look as if anyone cared 
what we were doing.  By now we were in pretty deep and I was almost up to my 
neck so it wasn't like anyone could tell see he was doing anyway.

“So you like my butt, eh?” I teased him, wiggling it in his hand.

“Damn right I do, and I love to play with it!”

“Well, am I stopping you?” I teased him.  “I don’t recall saying no or 
anything like that.”

John turned to me and kissed me briefly as he looked me in the eyes and 
replied, “Tell me Kelly, do you EVER said no?”

Well, not often, especially when it came to sex. True, most guys I sucked 
didn't get to fuck me and even those were told a few things were off-limits 
but I would have say that in general, I’m a pretty accommodating girl!

Anyway, what was good for the goose was good for the gander so I reached 
underwater to his crotch and grabbed his dick through his shorts.  His shorts 
were loose and baggy, making it easy to get a grip on what was becoming a 
sizeable erection inside.

“Ha! I think somebody’s horny,” I said in a sing-song taunting style.

“Well, what do you expect after watching you run around all but naked all 
day” he huffed.  “God, I can’t believe your parents let you wear this suit in 
public!”

I smiled because he had no idea what I was thinking just then.  Gee whiz, if 
he thought THIS bikini was risqué, he should see the one I wear when I tan on 
our deck, the one my dad calls “Kelly’s little slut bikini”.  The first time 
my dad saw me in it I thought his mouth would never be able to close again 
from the way it dropped open.  My mom had actually picked it out for me and I 
sometimes wonder if she didn't do it just to tease my dad!

“Hey, were you checking out my mom today?” I teased him.  John seemed a 
little embarrassed by that and even with all the sun he’d been exposed to 
today, he still looked a little redder in the cheeks.

“It’s OK,” I assured him, “I know she’s a MILF.”

“Kelly, how can you call her that? She’s your mom for crying out loud,” John 
protested.   I just laughed harder and grinned up at him.

“Oh don’t pretend to be so innocent,” I chastised him.  “She looks good and 
she likes to show it off a bit.  No harm in that, is there? Oh, and in case 
you’re interested you should know she loves my dad and hasn’t ever cheated on 
him – not even once,”

“Uhhhh, I never said I wanted to do anything with her!” John quickly pointed 
out. 

I laughed and gripped his cock a little tighter as if to make my point.

“Well, you better not!” I said sternly, “I’m the only girl in my house you 
get to fuck! Speaking of which...”

John grinned and this time he certainly DID know what I was thinking about.   
Obviously the feeling was mutual - we both wanted him to fuck me.

“Hmmm, you know anywhere around here we can do it?” he asked, his eyes 
sweeping the park area.

Suddenly an idea formed in my mind, a naughty idea, a REALLY naughty idea.  A 
couple of kids passed by on inner tubes and once they were well away from us 
I turned to John and grinned broadly at him.  We’d been going out long enough 
for him to recognize that smile.

“Uh oh, now what nasty thoughts are running though that pretty little head?”

“Don’t move,” was all I said in reply.  Taking a deep breath, I dropped down 
under the water where I reached for his shorts and with one pull, dragged 
them down to his knees.  Caught by surprise, he started to reach for them but 
I already had his cock in my hand with my other arm around his legs which I 
used to pull me closer to him so I could take his stiff cock in my mouth.  I 
can’t say the taste of his cock mixed with lake water was the best concoction 
I’d had in a while, but at this point, who cared! I sucked it for a few 
seconds and came back up to get some air.

“Shit Kelly, what the hell are you doing?” John hissed at me as I caught my 
breath.  He reached down and pulled his shorts back up again.  “For crying 
out loud, there are people all around us!”

“And your point is...?” I responded, pretending not to have a clue what he 
was talking about.

“Well, you just can't DO that here!”

“Oh... and why not?” I teased him, giving him my best innocent little girl 
look and tone of voice.

“Well, what if someone figures out what we’re doing?”

“Maybe if you would just shut up and do me without making such a fuss, they 
might not.”

“Wait a minute,” he said, a look of comprehension appearing, “You mean you 
want me to FUCK you? Here? Now?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Someone will see us,” he repeated himself, “Shit, if nobody else does, your 
mom’s watching.”

“Oh? And what makes you think she doesn’t know you’ve been screwing her 
daughter?”

“I guess I really never thought about it is all,” he said lamely.  “I just 
assumed she didn’t.”

“My mom’s not stupid, you know,” I chastised him, “I mean, who do you think 
took me to the gyno to get me on the pill in the first place?”

He started to respond but I’d had enough of this already.  I wanted to be 
fucked, not debate it.

“So, you gonna do me or not?” I demanded.  It was a silly question as there 
was absolutely no doubt in my mind what he would say.  In my first year of 
having sex, I hadn’t met a guy yet who said “no” when I offered myself to 
him!

“God Kelly, I can’t believe you’re talking me into this!”

“Actually, I was thinking more about YOU getting into ME,” I corrected him, 
“SOOOOO, why not just shut up and fuck me?”

“Fuck me,” he said under his breath.  Not that I think he meant me to hear 
him, nor did I take him literally, but he was obviously a bit concerned and 
overwhelmed with the whole idea.  Oh well, I couldn't have cared less so long 
as he fucked me, and fucked me soon.

I dunked under water and pulled my thong bottom off.  It was so small I was 
able to hide it mostly in my hand.  Better to hold it than to drop it to my 
knees or ankles where it might slip off and then I’d never be able to find it 
in this dark lake water! Standing there in the deep water with nothing on my 
bottom, I leaned over the air mattress, maneuvering it such that I was facing 
the most number of people and minimizing the number of people behind us.

“Well, at least I’m ready,” I announced to him, as if he didn't know.

John stood beside me and placed his hand on my neck.  He slowly lowered it, 
running his fingers over me as he went down the small of my back and over my 
bare ass.  I spread my legs enough for him to reach between them and I felt 
his finger exploring my pussy.

“Mmmmmmm, I like it when you play with my pussy,” I purred to him.

He didn't say anything but just ran his finger up and down my pussy slit and 
then slipped it inside of me, gripping my ass with the palm of his hand as 
his finger pushed its way into my pussy.

“Now THAT’S even better,” I encouraged him.  I was rewarded by the feel of 
his finger exploring my pussy, rubbing it and making it feel just the way I 
liked it.

As John was fingering my pussy a girl who looked to be maybe eleven or twelve 
went by, chasing after a friend about her same age.  Her little bikini was 
tight enough to show her newly budding boobs and when she dove forward her 
cute little behind showed signs of what was sure to be a great ass in the not 
too distant future.

“Bet you’d like to finger her pussy too, wouldn't you,” I teased John.

John pushed his finger in deeper before he responded saying, “Right, give me 
a break, Kelly.  She’s only what, twelve at the most?”

“Well, I’m only a few years older,” I reminded him.

John squeezed my ass and looked at me with an evil grin saying, “Well, just 
shows you what a few years can do, doesn’t it? Me... I’m happy with THIS 
piece of ass.”

“C’mon John, you mean you wouldn't fuck her if you could?”

“The only girl on this beach I want to fuck is you,” he said quietly.  I 
sensed a little frustration in his voice and dropped the banter about the 
little girl.   I was just teasing him and I didn't want to get him upset, not 
now at least! I knew he was saying that just because he thought it was what I 
wanted to hear but I knew better from the way he kept glancing her way.

I suddenly gasped as he pulled his finger out of me and started rubbing my 
clit.   I was so damn horny I almost came right then and there.  Sure it was 
crazy to be out here in the middle of the swimming area with my bikini 
bottoms in my hand and my boyfriend’s finger toying with my exposed clit 
under the water.  On the other hand, it was incredibly erotic to have all 
these people around me and not one of them knowing what John was doing to me 
– or about to do if I had anything to say about it.

“I want you to fuck me now,” I whispered to him, just high enough for him to 
hear me over the screams and cries of the crowd.

“You really sure about that?” John questioned me.  Sheesh, what was it with 
him?  You would think it would be the boy pushing the girl to do it and that 
she would be the one who was cautious, not the other way around!

“Dammit John, I’ve been waiting all day... are you going to fuck me or not?” 
I demanded, getting a little frustrated.  My pussy was practically cramping 
it needed a cock so badly and while his finger felt good, it just wasn't 
doing the job.  “Geeze, I never thought I’d ever have to beg you to screw 
me!”

“Shit, you really DO want it bad, don’t you?” he said, as if he hadn’t really 
understood my “condition” before this point.

“Well duh!” I replied, rolling my eyes and letting out a melodramatic huff.  
It was beyond “wanting” it – I NEEDED it.  If I had to go back to the shore 
without having his dick in me first, I might just scream with frustration!

John looked around for what must have been the hundredth time before bending 
down and lowering his shorts.  I really couldn't see what he was doing 
through the dark lake water but hopefully he was only dropping them enough to 
free his dick as it would have been embarrassing for him if he lost them.

“OK, help me out here,” he whispered as he nestled in behind me.

I could feel his bare crotch pressed up against my ass and his cock between 
my legs like I was riding some fleshy pole.  I reached down between my legs 
to move his cock to the correct position to enter me.  Having never done it 
in a lake before, I had no idea what exactly to expect but I figured it would 
be similar to getting fucked in our family hot tub – something John had done 
to me several times already.

FYI to any girls interested in doing this - lake water doesn’t lubricate 
nearly as well as your natural pussy juices! His cock pushed hard as he 
struggled to force his way into me and I grimaced just a bit.  God, it was 
almost like being a virgin again! Finally his cock head pierced me and then 
it was as if he was splitting my hips apart as his dick spread open my pussy.

Thankfully, once he was in me the pain disappeared and from then on all I 
could think about was his wonderfully hard cock working its way up inside of 
me.  As he pushed it in his  shaft rubbed against the walls of my pussy, 
stimulating me and sending out intense feelings of pleasure throughout my 
entire body.  Fortunately, the water was holding me up as my legs felt weak 
under me and had I been standing on shore I might have dropped to my knees.

“Oh god John, that’s it,” I encouraged him, “Fuck me deeper... push it in 
me... I want it all the way in me!”

Between the force of fucking me and the buoyancy of the water, John literally 
lifted me off my feet.  My hands gripped the air mattress tightly for support 
as my feet dangled unsupported as I was held up, literally impaled on his 
cock.   Now that he was in me things went smoother and he shoved his cock 
deeper into me until his crotch was up against my bare ass.  Once there, he 
held himself still in me as we both paused to take in the moment.

“Mmmmmmm, this is so HOT!” I exclaimed, gripping his cock tight with my pussy 
as two little boys went swimming by with their arm floats on.

“Damn, I can’t believe I’m fucking you... right in the middle of all these 
kids!” John muttered to me.

“Well, are you just going to stand there with your dick in me or what?” I 
whispered back, rotating my ass against his groin as best I could without 
falling off the air mattress.

John held onto my hips and pushed me forwards in the water which caused his 
dick to pull out of me and then he pulled me back to push himself back in 
again.  The air mattress was making little waves ahead of me as I slowly went 
back and forth over the surface of the water.  It wasn’t exactly the most 
thrilling technique or style, but under the circumstances I certainly wasn't 
going to complain.

In any case, it wasn't the actual fucking he was giving me that was turning 
me nearly so much as the fact he was fucking me with at least a hundred 
people within earshot of us! Granted they didn't know what we were doing but 
the point was they COULD and that’s what was getting me off.

My mom was still watching us from the picnic area and though we were quite a 
ways away, I had a feeling she knew what was really happening, more so than 
the rest of the people on the beach.  I waved at her while John slowly 
stroking himself in and out of me, wishing I could just call out and tell her 
what he was doing to me.  I just hung on to the air mattress as John did most 
of the work.

It had to be a little awkward for him as he had to thrust his hips back and 
forth under the water without appearing to those above the water that he was 
fucking me.  Face it, a guy doing a girl from behind has a pretty obvious 
look to it!

“Hey, what are you doing?” he exclaimed as he reaching for my arm to hold it 
down.

“I’m just waving at my mom.  Why, something wrong?”

“I guess not... just seems weird,” he muttered under his breath.  Whether he 
was really concerned or not, who knew? What I DID know was that he didn't 
stop fucking me and THAT was what was the most important thing to me at the 
moment.

Just then moment a Frisbee hit the water about three feet in front of me and 
scooted over the surface directly towards me.  A boy, maybe twelve or 
thirteen, was hustling toward us with the clear intention of recovering his 
Frisbee.  John pulled out of me and I dropped to the lake bottom.  Standing 
there in the water up to my chest, bare-ass with my bikini bottoms in hand, I 
kept my cool and reached forward to grab the Frisbee, almost exposing my nude 
ass in the process.  I gave it a tossed towards the kid who caught it.  He 
grinned at us and thanked me before turning around to swim off again.  I 
wondered what he would have said had he known he had been close to a girl 
with a bare pussy than probably at any time of his life!

“Shit, that was too close,” John sighed, standing next to me now, “God Kelly, 
this is really crazy you know.”

“I don’t care, why did you stop fucking me?” I asked.

“Kelly! The kid was right on top of us, what if he had dove down or something 
and seen us?”

Boys! They can be so stupid sometimes.  Like the kid would’ve seen anything 
in this water anyway.

“Well he’s gone,” I declared, “So you just gonna stand there or what?”

“You really like being fucked, don’t you?” John whispered to me as he got 
back behind me.  This time he got himself in me unassisted and resumed 
fucking me.

“You know it!” I sighed as I enjoyed the incredible sensations that a cock 
creates inside of me as it fill my pussy.  Why is it that boys seem to think 
THEY are the ones who like sex the most? I didn't just LIKE being fucked, I 
LOVED it!

John’s response was to push his hard dick up deeper into my pussy.  “I‘m 
getting close.” he told me.   I shushed him to keep it down and he went back 
to silently fucking me, only harder and faster now.  Unlike before. if 
someone was watching us now I don't see how they could have mistaken what was 
going on.

“Oh yes, I love you fucking me John,” I said as quietly as I could under the 
circumstances.  “I love you fucking me with all these kids around.”

“Well, here it comes baby,” he interrupted me. Sure enough, a couple more 
strokes and he held himself tight up against me and I felt his cock begin to 
swell and then explode as it spewed load after load of his warm sperm into my 
pussy.

“Oh John, that feels SO good,” I sighed, “Give it all to me John.”

It didn't take long for him to unload himself in me and even less time to 
pull out and pull his shorts up as a group of teenage girls started heading 
in our direction.  It was just a coincidence as they weren’t interested in 
us, but it was enough for John to be worried.

“Ummmmm, aren't you going to get dressed?” he whispered to me.

Actually, I was still enjoying the feel of being bare-bottomed and freshly 
fucked in the midst of the crowd.  For whatever reason, it made me feel 
incredibly sexy knowing I was bottomless with a pussy full of cum and nobody 
around us had a clue.  Not that my thong covered up much when it WAS on but 
the point was it did at least cover me a little whereas now I had nothing 
over me.   Unlike John, whose immediate sex drive seemed to have left him 
along with his cum, I was still horny and wanted more.  I hadn’t cum yet so 
if he wasn't going to fuck me again, then I would take thing into my own 
hands – literally.

“What are you doing Kelly?” John asked, looking at me as if I was some sort 
of alien or something.

“Just give me a minute, almost there.”

“Shit, are you... masturbating?” he asked incredulously, “Damn, I just fucked 
you!”

Boys and their fragile egos.  It wasn't anything that reflected on his 
performance.  I LOVED him fucking me.  It was just that masturbating after he 
had filled me with cum while surrounded by dozens of teenagers and younger 
kids was about as stimulating as it gets for me.  I wasn't just teasing him 
off when I said I was almost there! I was about to cum and from the way it 
was building up it was going to be a good one!

A few more rubs on my clit and I leaned forward on the air mattress, almost 
forgetting myself and almost letting my ass float to the surface. Not that 
much less would be visible even if I HAD been wearing my thong, it was the 
principle of the matter.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out as my orgasm 
struck me.

Even though I knew John was watching me, for the next few minutes it was if I 
was alone without a soul near me as it was just me and my raging pussy.  My 
orgasm was brief but intense.  Rather than taking my time and pacing myself 
like I would have had I been home in bed, I rubbed my clit furiously, forcing 
my orgasm to peak quickly.  A few minutes later and the intensity level had 
already dropped significantly.

“Damn, that must have felt good,” John observed.  I couldn't speak but just 
smiled and nodded at him.  I looked out at where my mom was sitting and 
wondered if she realized what had just happened.  As many times as she had 
seen me masturbate, she certainly should have!

“Well, you ready to go back in now?” John asked.

Reluctantly I nodded and ducked under the water to pull my thong back on me 
again.  Standing up, I straightened it out until I was as presentable as 
possible with so little material.  I reached over and felt his dick through 
his shorts again.  Damn, the guy was erect again!

“Ummmmm, John... isn’t something poking out?” I asked innocently.

John sighed and gave me his patented “are you stupid” look I hated but I knew 
what he meant.  Poor guy! As a girl I could get laid and afterwards just pull 
my thong back on and walk out of the water without anyone the wiser.  It was 
going to take an act of God to get John’s dick to go soft again! He appeared 
puzzled as to what he should do.

“Well, you could always fuck me again,” I suggested mischievously.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he sighed as he shook his head in disbelief 
at my endless desire for sex.  “I think we’ve pushed it about as far as we 
can, don’t you?”

I pouted and licked my lips seductively at him but he just ignored me and 
looked around for the best way out.

“Why not just use the air mattress to hide yourself, silly!”

The light bulb went off in his head finally and he nodded.  With that I 
started walking towards the beach with John in tow behind me.  Sure enough, 
as we exited the water he held the air mattress strategically positioned to 
hide his bursting crotch as much as possible although I think a few girls 
still got a treat based on the way they looked at us.  My thong was soaking 
wet, of course, so any of John’s cum that might be draining from me wasn't 
going to be visible but my pussy still tingled sharply with the memory of his 
wonderful dick in me.

When we got back to the picnic area John dropped the air mattress but 
immediately went over to the cooler to grab something to drink – and no doubt 
to hide his still bulging crotch from my parents.  My mom pulled me aside and 
grinned at me.

“Well, it certainly appeared that you two were having a good time out there.”

“Ohhhhh, I guess you could say something like that,” I teased her.  I knew 
she wanted to hear the details, just as she did after any date I went out on.   
Sometimes I’m convinced she is reliving her teenage years once again 
vicariously through me!

“I know what it looked like but you guys didn't really DO it, did you?”

I just grinned at her and her jaw dropped.  Well, if nothing else it was good 
to see I could still surprise my mom now and then.

“Why you dirty little slut!” she said, putting one arm around me and hugging 
me.   “I have to say, THAT’S something I’ve never done!” She looked at me 
with a naughty smile saying, “God, you must have been so turned on out there.  
I can’t even imagine what it must have been like! Weren’t you nervous at all 
someone might catch you?”

John returned as she was finishing up and I noted that his erection was down 
to where it just looked like he was well endowed.  My mom pretended not to 
notice but I caught her glancing at him and then looking at me and winking.  
It made me wonder what my dad would say later when she told him.  Who knows, 
maybe he and mom would be taking a dip themselves before the day was over!

Eventually the four of us went back out on the lake again for another couple 
of hours.  John couldn't keep his eyes off my mom, especially her boobs.  It 
actually made me a little jealous and a bit self-conscious as I knew her 
breasts were so much better than mine.  At fifteen I still had the boobs of a 
thirteen year-old when I compared myself to my friends and seeing John’s 
interest in my mom’s breasts just made me all the more aware of my 
shortcomings in that department.  Well, if nothing else, I had the better 
ass! My mom’s wasn't nothing to sneeze at but still, she had twenty years of 
gravity working against her.

In some ways, I found John’s interest in my mom a bit hilarious.  Like, she 
is my MOM and I have never even fantasized about her being with anyone but my 
dad, let alone a boyfriend of mine who was less than half her age.  And what 
is it with boys that makes them fantasize about older women anyway, 
especially when they have a girl like me dying for them to fuck her?

Speaking of my parents, I have never actually seen them fucking but my mom 
talked about it enough that I knew they enjoyed sex.  At the same time, my 
parents have always had an extremely rigid stand when it comes to adultery.  
It was quite simple, they didn't do it, not even with each other’s 
“permission”.  I suppose people would think that given their attitudes about 
nudity and masturbation that they would enjoy mixing it up with other 
couples.

What these people need to understand is that my parents also have strict 
Christian values which means there was no way any extramarital sex was ever 
going to happen!  There was also one side benefit that worked in situations 
like today - I didn't have to worry about my mom ever stealing a guy from me!

Finally we were worn out, having done probably even more than we could handle 
for one day My arms were tired from skiing and my legs felt like I’d just run 
a marathon.  As a result, the drive home was about as uneventful as it could 
be.   I fell asleep within a few minutes of hitting the expressway with my 
head on John’s lap and my bare legs and feet stretched out on the back seat.  
There was a definite lump under my head and under different circumstances I 
would have probably turned and sucked him all the way home like a baby with a 
pacifier.   Well, I knew it was always available to me so for now, sleep was 
more important.


Chapter 7 – Back Home Again
===========================

Later that night I’d been in bed no more than ten minutes when my dad knocked 
on the door frame and stepped into my darkened room.

“Yes daddy?” I asked, not quite sure what he wanted.

“Your mom just told me about your little adventure this afternoon,” he said 
with a grin.  “Were you just pulling her leg? Don’t worry, I won’t tell her, 
just curious is all.”

Well, I didn't have to say anything as even in the dim light my big smile and 
the twinkle in my eye told him everything he needed to know.

“Damn, somehow I had a feeling you weren’t,” he said in a low voice, as if 
more to himself than to me.  Then he perked up and looked at me with a more 
stern look on his face.

“Well, let me just say two things, little miss horny.  First, I know it 
appealed to your slutty side and I’m sure it was thrilling to do it and not 
get caught, but did you ever think even ONCE about what might have happened 
if you HAD been nailed – I mean caught.”

My smile dwindled as he went on.  Really, about the LAST thing I had expected 
was a lecture from him.  Usually he was turned on when he heard about my 
dates!

Then his stern face suddenly broke and he smiled broadly at me saying, “And I 
just want you to know, that was one of the hottest things I’ve heard about in 
a long time!”

It was then I noticed his boxers were sticking out.  Damn, my dad had an 
erection going!

“Ummmmm, dad!” I snickered, pointing at his obvious condition.  It was sort 
of weird seeing my dad sporting an erection while he was talking to me.  
Sometimes he got that way when we were in the hot tub but then it was easy to 
ignore him and I just chalked it up to the hot water and jets.  After all, 
they got me horny as hell too!

Although I had seen him hard many times before when he masturbated, under the 
circumstances he seemed a little embarrassed that I had caught him this way 
and so he turned to go.

“Well, sorry about that but don’t forget, your old man IS a guy too!” he said 
in a soft voice.

With one motion I pulled the sheets off of me and then hopped out of bed to 
give him a quick hug.  I loved my father so much and I knew what he was 
trying to say to me.  After all, I was his daughter so it couldn't have been 
ME that was turning him on that way.  What I had done with John today must 
have been pretty erotic for him to hear about and he couldn't help but get 
turned on, just like he did when he saw me with a boy sometimes in my room.  
Knowing my dad, I had a feeling he was going to be masturbating tonight 
before he went to bed.  Then again, maybe my mom was due to have a great 
night in bed!

I put my arms around him and then I was reminded that I was naked as I felt 
his erection pressing against me.  I’d felt him this way before when I would 
sit on his lap in the hot tub or something but I couldn't ever remember 
feeling it against me this way before.

For a moment I must have tensed up, not sure what I should do.  Then my dad 
put his hands on my bare shoulders, pushed me away just a little and took a 
good look at my nude body before him.  Don’t take me wrong, it wasn't like he 
hadn’t seen me this way before.  We’d been using the hot tub nude since I was 
a little girl after all so there was nothing he hadn’t seen plenty of times 
before and I wasn't embarrassed for him to see me this way.   It’s just that 
again, I couldn't ever remember him LOOKING at me this way before.  It felt a 
little weird.

“Damn, just look at you.  You’re fifteen now and I guess your dear old dad is 
going to have to get use to you doing this sort of thing.”

He spanked me playfully on my bare bottom, breaking the spell of the moment, 
whatever it was I was feeling.  Then he gently directing me back to bed where 
I got between the sheets once again, covering myself from his view.

“Good night daddy!” I called after him.  It is wonderful to have parents who 
support and loved me in everything I do - and I mean everything.  I couldn't 
imagine how it would be if I had to hide what I did with my boyfriends from 
them like most of my friends were forced to do with their parents.

I SOON fell asleep holding my pussy in my hand as I imagined John was fucking 
me again, except this time we were doing it on the beach, drawing quite a 
crowd.   The adults and older teens were chanting “fuck her, fuck her” as he 
drilled me while the younger kids just watched us in amazement, probably 
seeing a couple doing it for the first time ever.  While I couldn't picture 
us ever actually doing it that way, a little fantasy when you masturbate 
never hurt!

THE END 
