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