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