Cherry pointed to the float. “There's Dad, now, Jerry. And with a woman and a boy.” Jerry was eyeing the gorgeous bounce and sway of Cherry's large tits, the raised nipples spearing the material with every sway and turn of the boat. He saw the outlined slit of her cunt in her tight bikini, outlining her cunt perfectly, and his cock began to make its presence known. “Yeah,” he muttered, “that's Mara Fletcher and her son, Tim.” “Do they own the whole island?” she wanted to know. She turned on her seat amidships to stare over at the pleasantly green and wooded island in the middle of the lake. “So I hear,” he told her. “Her husband left her with a bundle.” “And some day her son will inherit that bundle,” Cherry mused, her eyes gleaming. “You know, he looks better and better the closer we get. Go over to the float, Jerry.” Jerry grunted and turned the boat toward the float, where he saw now that the occupants were nude. “Oh golly,” squealed Cherry, “Look at them! They are all naked. Goodie!” “Hey, sit down, what are you doing?” Jerry yelled at her. Cherry had risen and was rapidly getting out of her halter and bikini. Not that it took long to do so, for they were almost skin-tight and weighed all of two ounces, both pieces. In a moment she sat down, seeing how she was causing the boat to yaw and turn. But as she did so, she stripped the bikini over her feet and shouted, “WEEEeeee! I made it!” and waved at the three now clearly discernible on the float. Jerry was about to go out of his mind.
His cock was so hard, as he watched the tip and sway, the bounce and jiggle of the young girl's body. Her tits were not large, but were firm and pointed upward and outward away from the center of her chest, with large, puffy centers, topped by cherry-red nipples that were standing in full attention. Her thighs were spread and he could see the beginning of her slit under the whorl of hair that was the color of that on her head, proving she was a pure blond. Her belly was slim, with a delectable dimple for a button, and her thighs were tight and strong from playing a lot of tennis, and clasping boys about the waist as they mounted and rode her to completion. He slowed the boat and then it nosed against the float and Tim reached down and caught it, holding it close to the side. Cherry's eyes widened and she could not believe the sight of the half-hard monster of a cock that dangled from Tim's crotch. She glanced over at her father and he grinned at her and winked, knowing her thoughts. He was big- almost huge, but this kid had him beat a country mile! She licked her lips and felt faint as she thought of what could very web transpire between them before too much longer. He reached down and held out his hand to her, and as he did so, his eyes catching sight of her nude body, her strutting nipples and the slick, gleaming cleft of her cunt, his cock hardened more and swung up and out to stand half-hard, its small blind eye staring at her from the purplish swell of the knob.
“Hi,” he said to her, and taking her hand, he pulled her to the float. As she stepped over the edge, Jerry nearly creamed his swimsuit, as her thighs spread and he caught a full look at her hairy, pink-lipped vulva, fresh and girl-wanting, gleaming with the juices of her desires. He held the boat against the float until Tim wrapped the line about the stanchion and then he turned off the motor and stepped onto the surface of the wavering platform. “Hi, Jerry,” Mara called. She patted the plank beside her. “Come set down. You have met Mr. Truman, haven't you?” “Yeah. How are you, Mr. Truman?” Jerry held out his hand and shook with the other man. “Fine, Jerry.
Say, you are the odd man out, did you know that?” “Oh? How do you mean?” Hank gestured to his suit and then to the rest of them nude and reclining, cunts and cocks in full exposure. Hank's rod was about half-hard from Mara's teasing of it, and Cherry had settled right down beside the boy, and the warm pressure of her thigh against his sent his cock from half-stance to full attention. It bobbed furiously from the pounding of his heart, and a little clear liquid oozed from the piss-slit and ran down its side, and onto his wrinkled nut-sac. “Oh, I see. Okay. Like the man said, if you can't lick em, join em! And I sure as hell don't want to lick much. You know what I want to do!” He grinned at Mara. Rising, he rapidly slipped from his trunks, and his bit cock swung out and up, at right angles from his body, the cleanly stripped knob swelling with passion, and his desire to dive into either of the ripe bodies before him. “Now, everyone is comfortable. Let's just talk and do what comes naturally,” Mara suggested, reaching over and grasping Jerry's cock. She gave it a quick up and down tug, making the foreskin fold up over the swollen knob and then down again, baring it slick and dark in the sunlight.
“Gee, this is wild,” murmured Cherry. Her eyes were upon the gigantic cock of Tim's, as it swung upward from his bush, arched and throbbing, a little oozing of pre-cum slipping out of the piss-slit.
“I have never seen so many cocks and naked dames in my life,” she giggled. “Can I touch?” She reached out with one finger and put it on the head of Jerry's cock and smeared his come-juice around on the dark knob. “How about let's you and me swim?” Tim whispered to her, one of his hands cupping around her ripe tit. “Sure. That was the reason I came out here- among other things.” She grinned at him. She leaped to her feet, all her ripe young flesh bouncing. “Last one in's a monkey's uncle,” she yelled and dived in, going deep and angling away from the float. Tim was right behind her. She was a very good swimmer, and swam deeply, coming up only to gasp for air and sounding the bottom again. Tim came to her and motioned to her. She followed him and saw that he was taking her under the float. He put a finger to his lips for her to be still, and they eased up out of the water, slowly, to find a six-inch air pocket under the plank flooring of the float. “Shhh,” he cautioned her. He swam over and put his arms around her and they kissed, tongues exploring. He whispered, breathed it, into her ear so those on the float would not hear them.
“They are both going to fuck my mom, so be still and listen.”
“Can she take both of them at once?” she breathed back. He nodded, and then his hands were full of her tits, making them become excited and the nipples bulge out of the center like little apples. He bent his head and sucked them, first one and then the other, running his hot tongue over their surface, and sucking them wetly between his lips. She breathed hard, holding on to his shoulders. He in turn was holding on to two cross-bars that ran under the wooden planking, holding the oil-barrel float together. There was plenty of room under the float. “Listen,” he whispered to her, and one of his hands cupped between her legs and his fingers began to rub the hardening little clit at the top of her slit. “Oooohhhh, that feels good,” she breathed to him. “Listen,” he told her again. She ceased talking and turned her ear upward, listening to what was going on, on top of the float above them. “Those kids disappeared real quick,” they heard Hank observe. He must have shifted to look for them.
“Don't worry about them, honey,” Mara's deep tones came to the young people under the float. “Tim is an excellent swimmer, and it seems Cherry is too.” She paused and then continued. “Say, does Cherry live up to her name? Is she one?” “One-? Oh, you mean a cherry. Afraid not.” “Why do you say that.” Jerry must have caressed her intimately for she spoke to him. “Jerry, if you don't stop, I will have to crawl on top of you and fuck you right through those planks.” She gasped loudly and Cherry giggled in Tim's ear.
“I'll bet she would take both of them, if one of them would start something,” she said in a whisper. “She would and will before they leave. Let's leave and go to the shore,” he suggested.
“Okay.” She reached down and tweaked his cock, and found it half-hard. She smiled at him and licked her tongue across her lips slowly and suggestively. “That is a nice handful, Tim. I bet it would be a nice mouthful, too,” she whispered. “Come on and find out.” He let go of her and sank into the deep water, so he could swim away from the float and not be seen. She followed him in a moment.
Tim found that she was as strong a swimmer as he. He came up for air about forty feet out from the float and found her sounding right beside him, breathing deeply and diving again as quickly as he. Twice more they surfaced and then they were out of sight on the float.
Suddenly they were no longer interested in what the adults were doing.
What they might do, was all that counted right now. He came to walking depth and getting to his feet waded out, wiping the water from his face and jiggling it from first one ear and then the other. She followed him, her young body bouncing along beside him. Finally he sank to the sand under the shade of a beech tree and lay back, she sitting down beside him, and her gaze instantly going to his huge cock that was still about half-hard, reaching nearly to his knees.
“Gee, Timmy, I think you've got the most gorgeous cock I have ever seen-and the biggest.” “Bigger than you ever saw before?
Bigger than your boyfriends?” He looked down and taking it in his hand he ran his fist up and down it a few times, making it harden and swing around to slap him on the belly, the great beef-heart knob covering his belly-button and then some. “I never took a boy that big, nor anyone that big, for that matter,” she murmured. “Can I feel of it?”
She reached out and took it and he removed his hand. She was astounded at how small her fist looked beside the huge cock; in fact, her fingers could not touch around its thickness. He was beginning to get horny and she felt the throb of his heart through his prick.
“Have you ever jacked your old man off?” he asked, his eyes watching the up and down movements of her fist, making his rod harder all the time. “Sure, all the time. And we fuck whenever we want to.” She eyed him slyly. “Have you fucked your mother?” He hesitated and blushed and then nodded. “Yes.” “Don't be ashamed of it. People are what they are, that's what my dad says. Mom left and he started playing around with me. Finally we began fucking and he said that was what no doubt kept him from going to some whore and getting a terrible disease.” She got to her knees beside him. “Can I suck you off? If I do, can you come again right soon, so we can fuck?” “Sure. I can come twice in a row anytime. Sometimes three!” he boasted. She grinned. “That's super.” She leaned over and turned him so his cock pointed right to her lips. Slowly she lowered her face and then her pink tongue came out and licked the knob, all around the slit, and then gave the entire knob a fast lapping, making his nerves tense. She ran her tongue down the underside of the knob, where the nerves center and there nibbled and sucked for a long time. Holding his cock so it would not slide away from her, she opened her mouth widely and centered it right over the slit which was oozing with cum-juice. But her red lips, parted as widely as she could, would not slip down over the knob. It was far too broad. It would have been like taking an entire orange into the mouth.
How his mother did it, he never knew. But he could see that Cherry was not going to get it into her mouth-cavern at all. “Just suck on the end and lick it fast,” he murmured, feeling his cum roiling in his balls which were tensed and drawn up tightly against the shaft of his cock. “I have never seen one that big in all my life,” she told him. She did as he suggested and, sucking tightly upon the slit, rolling his balls in her hands and licking the sensitive rim of his cockhead, soon had him breathing hard and hunching gently at her mouth. “Soon, now, Cherry,” he gasped. She could feel his cock tensing, becoming hard as steel in her fist. It swelled impossibly and then, as she sucked hard, a glob of cum spurted deep into her mouth and spatted against the back of her throat. Fastening her mouth more firmly to the cockhead, she sucked and moaned, as she began to experience a steamy climax herself, her cunt quaking and quivering, letting hot streams of fuck-juice run down her thighs. She breathed hard, sucking in his creamy cum, and then she licked his cock until it was soft and every bit of his cum was swallowed down into her stomach.
“Gee, that was fun,” she gasped, finally letting him go and lying back on the sandy loam. He leaned over her and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm on her lips, and her tongue gyrating around in his mouth. She began to breathe hard again and her hips were making little fucking motions. “Can… can you get hard now?” she asked after about ten minutes of that kind of jousting around. “You haven't looked or felt lately,” he chuckled. She looked as he swung above her and his huge, nine-inch cock swung into view, fully erect, making her draw in a deep, shuddering breath again. “God, Tim, you are going to split my cunt in two pieces,” she breathed, her eyes still disbelieving what she saw. “We'll take it easy,” he said.
“If it hurts you, we'll stop.” She widened her legs and raised them, spreading her tanned thighs as he lowered himself to her.
Without guiding it, the huge cock nosed in and touched her clitoris, rubbed up and down the slick, hot groove of her cunt and finally settled its nose at the entrance of her vagina, pressing between the unfolding and hot, slick outer lips. There, once in the right place, Tim let it rest, nestling close and making a little room for itself.
The lips of her cunt folded about it, covering only half of the huge knob, but holding it firmly, as she made the muscles of her cunt work, as suction, drawing it tightly against her yearning love-nest.
Their mouths warred against each other. Her tongue was halfway down his throat, licking, slurping, moaning. Her hands roamed his back, caressed his asscheeks, and one finger ran down the crevice of his ass to finger the puckered little hole there, making him flex himself and drive the throbbing head of his cock nearly all the way into her cunt. She flinched and drew back, then moaned and tried to widen herself so that more of it would slip into her. She rolled her hips forward slightly and shoved her cunt higher, and his cockhead snapped in through the muscular ring of her vagina. She gasped and clutched him about the shoulders and hunched desperately at the huge insertion that had invaded her cunt. She flinched and cried out and then relaxed, letting her heels lower and rest upon his naked, quivering buttocks. “My God, Tim, that's like being fucked by an elephant. Is the head in yet?” she gasped, sweat beading her forehead.
He leaned up and glanced down between their sweating bodies.
“Yeah, it snapped in just then. Let it lie there a bit, and then it will be easier. The hardest part is over.” He settled upon her and caressed her tits, making the large nipples stand up and quiver with his pinching and gentle prodding. Her hips continued to make little fucking motions, so that he was in a continual, steel-hard state of erection. She breathed hard, moaning a little, and then rolling her head upon the loamy ground. Finally, feeling the tissues of her cunt relaxing, he pushed inward, parting them and making the entire vagina walls stretch and ease before him. He pushed with steady pressure until half of his cock was in her, wet and slick, throbbing with his need to shove it all the way up her cunt. Cherry was wild with passion and with pain-pleasure of the moment. She writhed beneath him, her body making patting noises as it hunched rapidly up and down the mammoth cock-shaft he held steady for her to work out on.
Their juices ran and mingled and there was a liquid, squishing sound in the small, pine-shaded Eden. She moaned and clutched him and hunched up and down faster, until her mouth grimaced in the effort.
Finally she approached her supreme moment, her eyes widened and she yelled. “Ooohhhhh, God damnit, Tim! I can't hold any longer! I'm cooommmmingggg!” she squealed and wrapped her legs about him, thrusting up until she encased more than half of his huge rod, and then hung there, suspended, as her body was wracked again and again by gigantic throes of climaxes, one after the other. She twisted and sobbed, and heaved her body against his, making their sweaty skin slap in her motions, her full tits thrusting and pressing into his chest, the nipples spike-hard. He groaned and knew that he was at the point of explosion. He felt his cum gather, poise, and then lift him over the mountain and then gush in a solid spurt into her cunt, again and yet again. Then the pulsations became slower and slower and finally he lay and quivered, his cock still thrust deep into her straining tissues, her cunt stretched impossibly to receive him. All he had spurted out into her remained there, for there was no way it could seep back along his cock, so tightly did it fit into her vagina.
Finally she sighed and murmured, and relaxed, her body lowering to the ground. Her thighs fell apart and away, and as she did so, his great cock, slick and half-hard, plopped from her cunt. Immediately a river of cum gushed out of her between her thighs, making a creamy pool upon the sandy ground, before it sank out of sight. She tugged him down beside her and laid her head upon his shoulder, and holding his softened cock with one hand, she closed her eyes and immediately dozed away. He closed his eyes and drifted, hearing the murmur of the older folks coming across the lake, the soft murmur of the small lake-waves lapping against the sandy beach. He was not asleep, yet not fully awake, when she began to manipulate his tool again, and after a couple of minutes had it standing at attention.
He looked down at her small hand holding his gigantic cock and then into her eyes and saw her smile. “Don't tell me you are ready for it again?” “Sure.” She grinned. “I want to ride you this time. I think it will go better, for I am stretched enough you should be able to slip right in.” “Don't be too sure,” he admonished her, but she shrugged and had him lie out upon his back, holding his cock straight up in the air. The mammoth knob was skillfully skinned back by her fist, and she licked it, to make some of the clear pre-cum juice flow out upon the surface. She straddled him then, rising until she was directly over his cock, her cleft slowly descending until the purple head fitted slickly into the slit between her legs. She murmured in pleasure, and wiggled side to side, making it slip further into her cunt, and then suddenly the knob popped its purple form into her vagina, the lips of her cunt fastening about it tightly. “God, that's good,” she told him, her lips open, her eyes widened and glassy at the concentration of her feelings in her loins. She gritted her teeth and pushed down upon the shaft and, having been there; before, the great form slowly disappeared into her flesh, her cunt widening and stretching until it seemed it must split from the tension. She groaned and rolled her head and held still for a moment, her breath panting. Tim reached up and began to play with her large tits, fingering the nipples, making them long and red from his pressure. He rolled them against one another, and then squeezed them until she grunted with pain. He rubbed her sides gently, as his mother had taught him to do, and then reaching around, fondled her butt-cheeks, easing a finger into the crevice between them, and finding the little puckered asshole, and playing with it with his fingertips. He eased his finger down and moistened it with her own cunt-juice and then brought it back up and lubricated her anus. Then, working gently, he worked his finger into her ass, until it was in up to the first and then the second knuckle. “Have you ever ass-fucked?” he asked her. “Once or twice,” she muttered, beginning to move downward against him, intent upon getting as much of the gigantic pole into her cunt as possible. “But I don't like it as well as cunt-fucking.” “I will teach you how to like it,” he told her, fingering her there good. She was gasping for breath, and her hips began flexing, making small fucking motions up and down his cock.
“I just can't take it all,” she finally admitted and, crouching over him, she began to roll up and down, circulating her hips, hunching and flexing her loins, making the six or seven inches of his thick pole slide in and out of her juicy cunt. She was dripping with her juices and he was adding to the flow, making a slick, wet tunnel for his huge cock to slide up and down in. She rested on her elbows over him, and her tits pressed into his chest, making tingly feelings thrill up and down his body, her nipples hard and spiking, her heavy fullness pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing.
Their lips met and he reached around and began to finger her asshole good. She moaned and hunched faster, his cock sliding in a little further. “Thought you didn't like to have anything done to your ass,” he muttered, getting two fingers into her anus and pushing them in and out quickly. “You seem to know something no one else had known, for it feels good when you do it,” she gasped. “Maybe you might get your cock in there, if you tried and were easy.” “We will see. Right now it's just about ready to spout off again. You sure are riding me empty today.” “And tomorrow and the next day,” she gasped, her face red with her exertions, sweat dripping off her tits onto his chest, and their bodies slapping together wetly.
“Promises, promises,” he muttered. Then he pulled her down onto him, and began to meet her thrusts with his own upward thrusts, and she cried out and moaned. Then she began to stiffen on him and quiver and he knew she had reached her mountaintop again. “OHHHHHhhhh, Timmmmieee, i'm coommm-nNNNGGG,” she squealed. “God, it is sooooo gooooddd, don't let it stooopppppp, don't let it stopppp, please!” She reached her climax, went mad and then began to shiver and gasp at the final pitch of her passion and then dwindled off, slowly, slowly, easing down into her satiated pleasure moments, kissing his shoulder and rubbing her tits against his sweaty chest. Tim had come as she did, blowing his hot slag into her cunt as deeply as it would go, making her squirm in her orgasm, and with the feeling of his hot juice spurting against her quivering cervix. They lay on the sand together. Then she rolled off him, his softening cock making a little sucking sound as it slipped from her now well-stretched slit. She sighed and curled against him and they dozed in the warm air under the pine tree, lulled by the lap of the waves on the shore.