Before we had walked to the lake to meet the others, Tony had parked his car under a large oak tree and taken down his swim trunks half way. His cock, which had a huge head and a thick vein running up the side, was already partially hard. I looked at him and back at the lake, at the families having picnics nearby as if to say, “No way,” but he only smiled, put his hand on the back of my neck, and coaxed my mouth onto his cock. He held my head in place with two hands, slid himself into my throat, and began to fuck it so forcefully that I began to gag. With one hand, he untied my bikini top and began squeezing my hard nipples until I yelped. He kept using my mouth to stroke himself and I kept gagging, tearing up, and drooling all over his lap. If I’d been wearing makeup, I’m sure it would have been a mess. Finally, his cock got so hard that he rammed himself into me up to the balls and unleashed his warm and sticky load deep inside my throat. He let his cock continue to throb there for a few moments until, depleted of oxygen, I forced my way out of his grip and swallowed his cum.
“Ready to go?” Tony asked, smiling as he pulled his swim trunks back up.
An hour later, sitting at the lake with the rest of the party-goers, I felt I could still taste him. I had enjoyed being face fucked, but I wished I had been able to cum too. I looked over at Tony and Adam, who were both standing around and drinking beers, and then I looked over at Marissa. She was adjusting her bikini bottoms while sitting down, which gave me a clear view of her pussy as she lifted the material of her swimsuit. It was clean shaven on the sides and had a small strip of wet pubic hair in the middle. I suddenly found myself mesmerized by Marissa’s body, though when I realized I’d been staring, I tried to divert my eyes. I wasn’t quick enough though, because Marissa caught me, smiled, and began to walk over to where I was sitting. At once, I felt terrified that I’d been found out but also incredibly excited; my clit was already beginning to pulse against my swimsuit as she approached.
“Have you been in the water yet? It’s great,” she said.
As soon as I told Marissa I hadn’t been in the water, she grabbed my hand and led me to a deeper area of the lake where no one else was hanging out. When we jumped in, my nipples instantly became hard. Marissa must have sensed this, because she swam in back of me and untied my bikini with her pinky finger. As we watched the swimsuit rise to the surface, she reached around, cupped my small breasts in her hands, and began playing with my nipples as I held onto a nearby rock with one hand, keeping us afloat.
“Stop it,” I protested as Marissa continued to make my nipples even harder than before.
“Shh,” Marissa whispered into my ear.
I stopped fighting when she reached a hand into my bikini bottoms, pressed herself against me, and starting rubbing my clit with two of her fingers. I tried to suppress my moans as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel my pussy clenching up in pleasure against her hand. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and let myself release. I clenched Marissa’s small, tight ass from behind and pulled her into me as I came hard into her fingers and the lake itself. It had always been difficult for Tony to make me cum, which made it all the more surprising when I came after only a couple minutes of Marissa rubbing my clit in hard, tiny little circles.
After a moment, we released and Marissa swam out to retrieve my bikini top, which had drifted away from us during our rendezvous. She put it back on for me, tying it behind my neck and running her hand along my hips. We laughed and laughed as we paddled back to shore, and I when I got back in the car with Tony, I prayed that Marissa and I would be good friends.
Bio: Helena Bolaño is a fiction writer and sexual deviant from East Los Angeles.