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I had taken two weeks off to vacation at the lake. It was going to be sort of a working vacation, since I would be working on Uncle Ed's cabins. Uncle Ed is my wife's uncle, who has more money than he knows what to do with. He owns a whole resort on the lake, complete with about twenty cabins. He usually sets aside ten or so cabins in the middle of the summer for all of the shirt-tail relatives to use and a sort of loose family reunion ensues every summer.

This summer was a little different for me. Louise was spending the summer in Germany, working on her PhD, doing research in some old university there. I had agreed to spend the two weeks at the cabins hooking up Uncle Ed's new satellite dish network to all the cabins. In return, I was getting not only free room and board, which was usual, but the use of Ed's sailboat, and basically any damn thing I wanted from the marina, all on his account. Not that this would affect Ed in the least: he would be in Africa the whole summer, and I couldn't hope to put a dent in his bank account anyway. He just traded stuff like this with me because he liked to wheel and deal and we had struck this deal a year ago over a card game. The work was no big deal. The sailboat was. It was a big, fine sailboat, the biggest on the lake, and great fun to sail if the breeze came up.

I was going to miss most of the family get-togethers this summer, as I was showing up a little late, and most of the crew was packing up and heading out. I did show up in time for the feast that usually marks the end of the vacation for most of the relatives.

When I drove up to the main lodge, the whole group was out front by the beach, enjoying what might be the last of the warm weather. The picnic tables were stacked high with food, and about twenty-five of Louise's relatives were yukking it up over beers, brats, and potato salad. The sun was shining and the breeze coming in off the lake carried the aroma of fun and relaxation: fishing and sailing; warm days on the beach, and cool nights by the fire. All my thoughts of work and stress just melted away.


I parked my van next to the lodge, one of those huge log cabin constructions. Fred waved from the picnic table. Fred was the caretaker of the lodge and cabins. He managed the rental of cabins and the rooms in the main lodge. We had known each other for many years and had similar tastes in beer, fishing, and sailboats.

"Dave! Grab a plate!" he said, handing me a cold beer. "Good to see you! How was the drive up here?"

"No problem, Fred. Just a little slow 'cause of the road construction." I started loading up my plate at the food table and checking to see who was here that I knew. Louise's extended family was big enough that I only got to see some of them every few years or so, and it looked like this crowd was mostly those that I had only met once or twice. I did recognize Albert and Edna, distant cousins of Louise, who lived in Canada. It had been a long time since we had visited them. I waved at Albert, who held up his beer and continued to munch away on a bratwurst. Edna didn't even see me so I sat down by Fred and started chowing down.

"How's life treatin' ya, Fred?" I asked.

"Not bad, Dave, not bad. It's been an easy summer, and the next couple of weeks three of the cabins will be empty, so I'll probably be able to catch up on my boat a little bit."

Fred was about sixty years old, and had been building a sailboat for the last twenty. It was almost done, and Fred was planning on retiring on it. (It had never sailed, and was not likely to soon, at the rate that Fred was working on it. He always talked about working on the boat, but he seldom did, even though it was almost finished.)

Fred was a roly-poly bear of a man; gone gray, but not gone soft. Just slowed down somewhat. Even at that, he made running the resort seem more of a hobby than work, and somehow everything got done; and Fred still had time to talk to everyone; and fish off the dock; and sit outside the lodge and sun himself.

I was listening to Fred tell me how his sailboat was coming along, and what had happened at the lake since I had been up there while I scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone approaching from the lodge.


She was a tall girl, with a beautiful tan, and long brown hair that curled down around her shoulders. She was headed for the food table. Her cutoff jeans shorts were very short and the crisp white blouse was caught up in a knot just under her breasts, exposing her midriff. As she bent over the food table to get a plate, I couldn't help admiring how well her perfect heart-shaped ass filled out her short cutoffs.

She went around to the other side of the table and leaned over to reach the potato salad. The front view was even better than the back. She had a beautiful face, with large dark eyes, and a full red mouth. As she leaned over I could see the soft round sides of her breasts. I don't know if she caught me staring down her blouse or not, but she looked up suddenly, smiled, and said,

"Uncle Dave! How are you?

"Uh, great!” I replied, realizing suddenly that I should probably recognize this girl.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Excellent!" she said, "Where's Louise?"

"She's in Germany, finishing up her PhD." I said. (Shit! Who was this angel? I tried to estimate the age of this cute young thing. 18? 20? Her face had just a hint of adolescence, but her body had all the firm curves of a full-grown woman.)

"How's your folks?" I asked, hoping to get more clues to who this babe was and why I should know her. Was she really my niece?

"Oh, they're doing fine. They're headed home already. Daddy had to get back to the store, and Mom decided to go along." She smiled sweetly. "I get to stay another week, and go home with the Johnsons." (No clues yet.) She scooped some fruit salad onto her plate. "Staying long?" she asked.

"A couple weeks." I said. Her face did look familiar.

"Cool." she said, sitting down right across from Fred. She flicked her head to get the hair out of her eyes, and I immediately recognized her. It was little Audrey Wilson! I hadn’t seen her for several years, and she had gone from a geeky adolescent with braces to looking like a super-model! I was hugely impressed!

Audrey asked Fred “When are you hooking up the satellite system?

Fred looked at me and smiled. "You'll have to ask Dave here, he's the one doin' it."

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "I didn't know you knew how to do that sort of stuff!"

"Sure," I said with a wink, "I know all sorts of stuff."

Fred just grinned. Audrey graced me with one of her dazzling smiles and said, "Maybe you can teach me how to do some of that! I'd be glad to help!"

"I didn't realize you were interested in video and electronic stuff." I said, opening another beer.

She looked me with a twinkle in her eye and said with a grin, "I'm interested in lots of things."

“Well,” I said, “I’ll probably be starting on it tomorrow sometime. I’ll let you know when I start in on it.”

“Cool!” Audrey said, scooping up another fork-full of salad.

Fred handed me a key to a cabin and said, “I put you in cabin seven this week. I hope that’s OK.”

Cabin seven was located up the trail, isolated from the rest, and kind of a long ways from the lake.

“No problem, Fred.” I said. “I like that one as well as any of the others.”

We finished eating, and Albert came over to join the conversation. As the conversation degenerated into one of Albert’s longwinded fishing adventures, Audrey excused herself, and gracing me with another dazzling smile, said she’d see me tomorrow.

Chapter 2

Outside, the morning was bright, warm and inviting. In the kitchen of the main lodge, the smell of the huge breakfast that Fred was cooking was even more inviting, and many of the relatives and guests had been taking advantage of Fred's hospitality and good cooking.

Albert and Edna were just mopping up the last of their hotcakes and sausages at one table and Audrey sat at another, nursing a Mountain Dew and drowning a hotcake in syrup. She spotted me and her face lit up with a huge smile. I said Hi to Albert and Edna, and had a seat across from Audrey.

Audrey said “Good morning! How are you?”

“I’m doing fine, yourself?”

“Almost perfect!” She said with a wink. Audrey was wearing a halter top that showed off her breasts wonderfully. Audrey’s breasts were perfect and rounded, firm and perky, and I could almost swear that her nipples jumped to attention as soon as I looked at them. I’m sure she noticed me looking at them, but she just smiled brightly and looked into my eyes.

“It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?” She asked.

“Yes it is.” I agreed, “What are you planning to do today?” “I don’t have much of a plan,” she said, smearing a fork full of pancake around in the syrup on her plate, “What are you going to do?”

“Hmm, maybe Fred’s got some odd jobs for me to do this morning, but then it depends if UPS shows up.”

I asked Fred what he wanted me to do today, since a couple of the parts still hadn't shown up.

"Well, Dave, that dock just off the point still needs a new hinge under it, if you're up to fixing that today."

"Sure," I said, "it's a beautiful day, and I need something to do. Might as well fix the dock."

Albert and Edna were getting up to leave, and had obviously overheard us and stopped at our table on their way out.

"Do you want to go shopping with us this morning?" Edna offered to Audrey.

"I don't think so," Audrey said. "I'll probably just work on my tan, and do a little swimming."

Albert and Edna left, leaving just Fred and Audrey and me in the dining room. Fred went into the kitchen to start to clean up. Audrey had just finished her coffee, and I was cleaning up the bacon and eggs Fred had put in front of me.


Fred came back into the dining room and started clearing dishes. If he noticed those beautiful nipples poking through her top, he didn't let on. Audrey got up to help with the dishes, and I naturally followed suit. Audrey followed Fred into the kitchen with her plate and offered to help wash dishes, but Fred shooed us both out of the kitchen, and suggested I get after fixing the dock. I decided that was a good idea, and Audrey said she was going back to her cabin to change into her swimsuit.

I was up to my armpits in water, under the dock, with the cordless drill when I heard footsteps on the dock. I looked up through the cracks between the boards, and watched as Audrey stopped directly above me. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her, and a swimsuit underneath. I had a bug’s eye view of her legs, which ran right up to a skimpy bikini bottom.

She knelt on the dock and hung her head over so she could see what I was doing.

"Having fun under there?" she asked.

I looked at her upside-down face, and said, "Sure, why wouldn't I? The work is mighty complicated, but I get coffee breaks." I said, reaching up to lay the drill on the dock beside Audrey.

I waded out from under the dock, and gazed at Audrey, who was now lying on the dock, her face propped in her hands. Generous amounts of her boobs were visible, oozing from her tiny swimsuit top.

"Can I help?" She asked.

"I'm just about done here," I said. "I was just going to clean up a bit and then see what else needed doing."

“Mind if I tag along?” Audrey asked.

“Not at all.” I said, as I packed up the little toolbox and started up towards my cabin.

“Are you going to start on the network today?” she asked, as she walked along with me. I was having a great time just watching her walk with me.

“We could, I suppose. We don’t have all the parts, but we could get the cable run into a couple of the cabins.” I said. “You still want to help with that?” I asked, giving her ample opportunity to bail out before we got started.

“Sure!” she said brightly.

I let her go first when we got to the path that went up the hill. The view of her beautiful ass was almost breathtaking in the tiny little bikini bottom as we walked up the steep path. It also gave me a chance to rearrange my swim trunks a bit to make it a little less obvious that I was sporting a huge erection from watching young Audrey sway up the hill.

We both went to our separate cabins and changed into clothes we could work in, and met back at my cabin to get our kit gathered together.

We managed to get cable strung from the main lodge to the first three cabins, including Uncle Ed's, where Audrey was staying, and Audrey had turned out to be a hard working, likeable assistant. I had assumed she'd give up after a couple of hours of work and go to work on her suntan, but she had surprised me. She had not only done the tasks I asked her to, but had been a couple steps ahead of me sometimes, handing me the tool I needed before I could ask her for it.

About half a dozen times through the day, though, I noticed that Audrey had managed to put herself in a position where I would have to reach past her for something, or would get a great view down her top. Her flirting seemed almost second nature, and I was beginning to enjoy it more and more. Her smile and sense of humor were infectious, and there was mischief in her eyes.

Late in the day, we wound up back at Audrey’s cabin. She carried the control box for the dish in and sat it down on the shelf by the big screen TV, next to the VCR.

"When are we going to wire up the controller and see if this thing works?" she asked.

"That thing goes in the main lodge." I said.

"I thought it would wind up here, since this is Uncle Ed's cabin, and it's his satellite dish and all." Audrey said, looking confused. She was really beautiful. She was wearing white shorts, which while very baggy, were quite short. Her long, tan legs looked even longer and tanner than usual. The tank top she wore was clingy and soft. It showed off her flat tummy, and I couldn't help but notice that, even though she was wearing a bra, I could still make out her nipples through the material. She had a wonderful figure for such a young woman. Her teeth were perfectly white, and even looking confused, she had that smile that made you think she could just laugh at any time.

"He's never here anyway, so we decided to put the main unit in the lodge." I said.

"How's he going to change satellites, then?" she asked.

"There's a remote that gets hooked up here that'll do that." I said. "We'll get that done tomorrow probably."

"When are we going sailing?" She asked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing two cokes from the fridge. She handed me one, and I looked out the window at the sun going down on the lake.

"Well, it looks too late to do it anymore today. Maybe we'll just have to take a day off for fun." I said. I started to pick up the tools and gear we had just used to get this cabin wired. Audrey picked up the control box and we took it back out to the truck. I took some of the tools out. When I went back inside, Audrey had the TV on and was fiddling with the VCR.

"Something seems to be wrong with this darned thing." she said. She pushed the buttons on the front and nothing happened. I went over and ejected the tape that was in there. There was nothing wrong with the tape that I could see.

"Any idea what's on this tape?" I asked.

"It was in there." She said. "This is the first time I've tried to turn it on."

"Any idea where the remote control is?" I asked. Audrey started going through the little drawers of the coffee and end tables and finally came up with it. I managed to get the menu to pop up on the screen, and discovered that the 'parent lock' was switched on. After turning that off, I hit the play button and the tape started, apparently in the middle of a movie. I handed the remote to Audrey, who had plopped herself in the overstuffed easy chair with her legs tucked under her. "Thanks!" She said brightly, "This'll give me something to do tonight."

On the TV, a young couple was walking down a beach as the sun was setting. I went into the kitchen and began picking up the last of my small tools and putting them in my toolbox. When I glanced into the other room, the young couple on the TV was kissing passionately, and the young man was removing the top of the young woman's swimsuit.

I placed the last of my tools in the toolbox, and checked the other room. Audrey's eyes were glued to the screen. The young woman had removed her bikini completely, and was tugging the young man's swimming trunks down. She knelt in front of him, and as she pulled the trunks down, his fully erect prick sprang out. Without hesitation, the young woman began giving the young man an enthusiastic blow job.


I had my tools packed and was ready to leave, but didn't want to embarrass Audrey by catching her watching a porno movie. I wondered who had left it in the VCR. I almost expected Audrey to turn the tape off, but she was making no move to do that. She did have the remote control in her hand, but just stared at the screen. The image of the young woman's mouth and the shiny purple knob on the end of the young man's dick disappearing and reappearing filled the huge TV screen. I wasn't sure just how to handle this, but I probably shouldn't have worried about it.

"Hey Uncle Dave! Come check this out!" Audrey yelled over her shoulder. “It’s a porno movie!”

So much for me being discrete about catching her. I put the toolbox down and walked into the room.

“Who do you suppose left this tape in the VCR? Do you think its Uncle Ed's?" She asked, finally tearing her eyes away from the screen to look up at me standing beside her chair.

"Your guess is as good as mine." I said, "I wouldn't put it past him. But lots of the other relatives have been through here this summer too. It could be anybody's. How'd you wind up with this cabin anyway?" I asked.




"Fred just put me in here when my parents left last Friday, because that cabin was rented for this week." Audrey said, looking back at the screen. "There wasn't anybody in this one last week that I know of."

I looked down at Audrey. She wasn't paying any attention to me. I noticed that she was sitting in the chair with her legs under her, and the heel of her foot probably was pushed right into her crotch. Her nipples now showed clearly through her tank top. She was obviously fascinated with the action on the screen.

"Would you get me another Coke before you sit down?" Audrey asked, holding her empty can up over her head without even looking at me.

"Sure." I said, taking the can. I glanced back at the screen on my way into the kitchen and caught Audrey rearranging herself in the chair slightly. I could feel my own erection pressing at the front of my jeans. As I had my head in the fridge, getting the Coke for her, she said:

"Whoa! Check this out! This guy must have the longest tongue there is!" Audrey called from the other room. She had stilled the picture when I walked back in and handed her the Coke. She restarted the tape as I sat down. Sure enough, the young man had a tongue that looked long enough for him to lick his eyebrows with, and he was plunging it into the wet, pink folds of the young woman's pussy. It certainly looked real, as he lapped away at her pussy, and ran it up and down the length of her slit. The young woman responded by grabbing the young man's ears and pressing his head into her crotch as her hips bucked.

"I wonder where they found that guy." Audrey said. "His tongue is almost longer than his dong!"

"Oh, they probably just called up Central Casting and asked for an actor with a six inch long tongue." I said.

"Now,” Audrey said winking at me, “all I need is the number for Central Casting!"


The young man on the screen had licked his way up to the young woman's breasts and was licking her nipples. Then he kneeled between her legs and worked his prick into her. The camera zoomed in on it sliding in and out of her neatly trimmed slit. He pounded away at her for several minutes, and every once in a while he would pull almost all the way out so you could see his slippery knob.

I stole a glance at Audrey. She was staring intently at the screen, and I could see the foot she was sitting on moving under her just perceptibly. Her breathing was just a little ragged, and her face was a little flushed. Audrey was really getting into this. Myself, I had a hard-on that was threatening to rip out of my pants. I was uncomfortable not only from that, but with the situation in general.




The couple on the screen were going at it with gusto. Still kneeling between her legs, the young man pistoned in and out while the young lady squirmed and bucked and moaned. She had one hand busy at her clit, and the other busy tugging at one nipple or the other. She looked possessed by passion and lust. The young man started pumping rapidly, obviously about to come. At the last second, he pulled his prick out of her cunt and proceeded to spew copious amounts of thick, ropy sperm on her belly. He continued to spurt, for what seemed like a long time, splattering gobs of come on her tits and face, and landing several on her outstretched tongue.

Audrey, at this time, was doing a poor job of disguising the fact that she was grinding her heel into her crotch. As the couple embraced and collapsed, Audrey came out of her trance and said, "Whoa! Is that normal?"

"Is what normal?" I asked. The couple on the screen were professing their love to each other and kissing as the credits started to roll by.

"Do most guys come that much?" She asked.

"I guess I'm not much of an expert," I said, hoping I wasn't blushing, "but that seems like a lot to me."

"How much is normal?" Audrey asked, looking at me, and completely ignoring the TV.

"Probably a couple teaspoons-full, I'd guess." I said.

"That looked like a lot more than that to me." She said, pressing the remote, and running the tape backwards. On the screen, the jerky reverse image showed creamy gobs of cum leaping up off the young woman's body and shooting into the young man's pecker. Audrey ran the tape forward. The same gobs now came spurting out of the young man's prick in slow motion. Audrey had the VCR slowed down to super-slow motion. Frame by frame, the sperm splattered all over the young lady's belly and chest. When the spurting come finally came to an end, Audrey stopped the tape and pressed rewind.

I took the opportunity to get up and grab my toolbox. "I guess I ought to be running along." I said as I checked around for any tools I might have left.


"Don't you want to stay and watch the first part of the movie?" Audrey asked, looking surprised.

"Uh...I'm not sure if I should." I said, a little nervously.

"Why not?" Audrey asked, completely innocently.

"I'm not sure what somebody might think if they were to find out I was watching this movie with you." I said.

"Who's to know?" she asked, with a little twinkle in her eye. "I'm sure not going to tell anybody, if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not exactly worried..." I started.

"Don't tell me you don't like skin-flicks!" Audrey said with a smile, looking directly at my bulging crotch.

"That's not it." I said, grinning sheepishly.

"Well, you can stay then, can't you?" she asked, smiling devilishly, "It'll be our secret. I promise no one will find out.”


Just then I heard a moped pull up outside. Audrey clicked the remote control and stopped the tape.

"Rats! That's probably Judith." Audrey said, getting up and taking the tape from the VCR and putting it in the drawer of the coffee table.

I picked up my toolbox and started for the door.

"So, are you going to give me sailing lessons tomorrow?” Audrey asked.

“Sure.” I said, “That sounds like fun. Meet you down at the boat in the morning?”

“OK, see you there!” Audrey said as I was heading out.

I met Judith at the door, opening it just as she had bounded up the steps. Judith was a cousin of Audrey's, about the same age, but not nearly as developed as Audrey. She was blonde and had a boyish figure, with small breasts and narrow hips. She was very cute, but not nearly in the same category as Audrey. (Then again, there were thirty-year-old women that didn't have Audrey's figure.)

"Hi Judith." I said.

"Hi Mr. Walski" she said brightly. She was dressed in shorts and a tiny cotton top. "What's up?"

"Oh, we were just cleaning up." I said, a little self-consciously.


Chapter 3

Audrey was on board when I got down to the dock the next morning, scrubbing the kitchen and straightening out the cabin. She was wearing a halter-top and shorts that accentuated her luscious body, and her eyes had that mischievous twinkle to them.

"You're here early." I said as I peered down into the cabin.

"I thought I'd get an early start on the boat, not knowing what I'd find down here." she said, throwing the towel over the edge of the sink, and starting up the stairs. She had that habit of putting herself right inside my personal space, and looking directly into my eyes. "What else would you like me to do?" She asked, standing right in front of me, but just a step lower, so she was looking up at me, smiling.

"Well, you can start getting the sails out while I get the rigging set up. There isn't much of a breeze yet, but it's straight out, so we might just as well try and sail her away from the dock." I said. Audrey went right to work getting the sails out and before long we were under full sail, headed for the middle of the lake. The wind was weak to say the least, and the sailing was far from exciting. Audrey was full of questions about the proper way to handle the boat, nautical terms, and me in particular.

The sailing was pretty wimpy for the whole morning, and by noon, we had become becalmed in a small bay on the East end of the lake. She surprised me by having packed a picnic lunch, so we dropped anchor to eat. After pulling out some sandwiches and chips, she surprised me again when she asked if I wanted a beer. The surprises wouldn't end there though.

"Where'd you get the beer?" I asked.

"Uncle Ed's cabin is full of the stuff. One whole closet is stacked full of it." she said, handing me an ice-cold brew. "I found some of this too." she said, producing a bottle of champagne from the cooler. "Would you open it?" She asked, handing it to me.


I considered for a second, and said, "Only if you promise not to drink too much and fall overboard", I said, thinking at the time that I should be a little more in control here, but not wanting to be a danged hypocrite, since I planned to drink the dang beer, and figuring I could let her have a taste of the champagne without letting her get carried away.

We had a tasty lunch, and I was enjoying Audrey's company. There was absolutely no wind, and the prospect of putt-putting all the way back on that wimpy motor was becoming a real possibility. Audrey looked at the clear blue sky and said, "Would this be a good time to get a suntan?"

"Sure." I said, "We might as well hang out here and wait for the wind to pick up. I'd rather do that than firing up that motor."

"Does the motor even work?" She asked, sipping her champagne, and getting the lotion and her towel out of her pack.

"Oops." I said. I had completely forgotten to try the motor out this season. Audrey grinned as I told her, "That's rule number sixteen: Always remember to try the motor before you leave the dock."

Audrey squinted at me and said, "Why do I get the feeling that you're making these rules up as you go along?"

I shrugged and went below to see if the gas was hooked up to the motor and that the tanks actually had gas in them. Everything was in order and the tanks were each half full. I ran the blower for a few minutes before trying to fire the motor up. It started right up and ran fine. At least that wasn't going to be a problem. I shut the motor off.

When I returned topside, I found Audrey stretched out on a towel on top of the cabin. She was lying face down on the cabin roof, facing aft. She had peeled off her shorts and halter top to reveal that tiny black string bikini. I could tell she was watching me when I stepped out on the deck. Audrey had the body of a full-grown woman. I mean, there was nothing boyish about those curves. I stopped right next to where she was laying and tightened the anchor line a little. The cabin roof was about waist high, and Audrey watched over the edge as I worked.

"You went to State University didn’t you?” She asked.

“Sure,” I said, “That was a little while ago. Are you planning to go to college there?”

“Yeah, it sounds like it’s a decadent blast from everything I heard." she said.

"It was fun." I said, "What I remember of it.” I said, grinning.

"Did you smoke a lot of pot?" she asked straight out.


"Depends on your definition of a lot." I replied, guessing that I shouldn't say too much, although I probably had already.

Audrey shifted on her towel and reached for her little pouch. She pulled a joint out of it and offered it to me. "Want to smoke a joint?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. I looked at her for a long moment. (Time out for a reality check. Here I was, corrupting my young niece, or she was corrupting me, one of the two, and I wasn't paying any attention to that little voice deep down inside that was telling me to be careful. I guess I didn't listen to that little voice all that often anyway.)

"Did you find that in Uncle Ed's closet too?" I asked, pulling out a lighter. I lit the joint for her and she took a long drag. She was no stranger to this ritual. I took it from her and had a drag. I have since wondered what was in that joint.

"You'd be surprised what you can find in Uncle Ed's cabin." she said. She took another drag on the joint and had a sip of champagne. "I don't suppose you've got a key to the cabinets in the master bedroom, do ya?"

"Not that I know of." I said. "Fred probably would know where one is. Why do you ask?"

"Uh..No reason. I'm just curious, and considering the goodies that get left out in the open, it makes you wonder what Uncle Ed would lock up." She handed the joint back to me.

"What kinds of goodies get left out in the open?" I asked.

"Oh, all kinds of booze. There is a video camera in the closet. Fishing tackle, radios, clothes, and whatnot in the dresser drawers. Stuff most people don't leave laying around in a cabin they only stay in about two weeks a year." She said.

"That's Uncle Ed for you." I said. "He's got more toys than he knows what to do with."

"Do your parents know you smoke rope?" I asked as I took a toke.


"Unfortunately, yes, they do. And Mom is one of those old hip-liberals who used to smoke, and has a terrible time telling me I shouldn't. She feels guilty about it, but can't come up with any good excuses why I shouldn't, other than I'm too young. I just try to be discrete about it. You won't say anything, will you?" she asked.

"Say anything about what?" I asked with a wink, as I handed her the joint.

The sun shined brightly in the pure blue sky. Our conversation sputtered to an end as we both drank in the warmth of the day and listened to the insects and birds. The boat barely stirred in the calm water. Time seemed to stand still as we just drifted along in a euphoric cloud. It was really good marijuana and I was really very stoned.

Time seemed to ooze slowly like I was in a dream.

I remember Audrey asking me if I'd put oil on her back. She was lying there, with her top undone, and her firm, round young breasts pressed to the towel. I took the bottle of oil from her and squirted some on my hands. I moved her mane of curls from her back and squirted oil on my palms. I began with her back. She didn't have the slightest line on her back to indicate that she had ever worn her top while tanning. She purred slightly when I rubbed her shoulders and massaged the small of her back. Her skin was flawless. I covered her lower back with oil, sliding my fingers slightly under the straps of her thong bikini bottom to get even coverage.

"Do my legs too." she said.

I squirted oil in my palm and smoothed it on her long, tan legs, paying special attention to her toes, which seemed particularly sensitive. She giggled and squirmed when I did the bottom of her feet. Her skin was so warm and soft and smooth! I worked my way back up to her back and was just absent-mindedly rubbing her back.

"Mmm.. that feels good." she said.

I was squirting more oil on my hands when she flipped over and said, "Do my front too."


I hesitated. I looked at the puddle of oil in my hand, and then at Audrey. Her tummy was flat and muscular and the tan continued uninterrupted from her tummy to her forehead. She was obviously used to tanning topless. Her firm young breasts seemed to glisten in the sunlight even before I put the oil on them. Maybe she tanned topless so much she didn't think anything about exposing her boobs to strangers, or even uncles. Maybe that made it seem OK; or maybe I was getting into the way Audrey confided in me and thought this was just an extension of that, but for whatever reason, I shrugged and smoothed the oil onto her tummy. Just goes to show how stoned we really were. I trusted her. I had confided a lot of things to her that I hadn't to anyone else.

She put her hands behind her head. Other than the tiny bikini bottom, which was held in place with knotted spaghetti straps at her hips, Audrey was completely exposed to me. She arched her back slightly. She was proud to show me those firm, rounded breasts; the way her nipples stood up; her perfect tan. She smiled as she looked me straight in the eye. She was enjoying the effect she was having on me.

I spread the oil up across her tummy, stopping just short of her breasts. I worked it back down the center of her tummy. She watched me expectantly as I squirted more oil on my hand. I started just under her arching breasts, and slowly worked the oil up and across her warm flesh, circling her nipples without touching them. When I did get to her nipples, Audrey quivered, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her smile said it all. She was really enjoying this.

I had given in. There was no pretense that "she sunbathed topless anyway and I was just putting on suntan oil". I was fondling my wife's teenage niece, to her obvious approval. (The niece's, not the wife's.) And I was enjoying the hell out of it.

I teased the nipples until they wouldn't get any stiffer. My hands roamed up to her neck, and then down to her belly. I squirted oil on my hands and continued working it into Audrey's breasts. She arched her back in delight, and moaned soft and low.


As I stopped to squirt more oil in my palm, Audrey looked at me with a mischievous smile and then reached down and pulled the string that undid the right side of her bikini bottom. Then she reached down and pulled the string that undid the left side. She put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. She moaned softly as I rubbed the oil across her tummy and hips with both hands. As I worked the oil down her tummy, I came to the fabric of her bikini. As I worked my hand under the triangle of cloth, Audrey spread her legs slightly, giving me better access. I pulled the fabric back to completely expose her to me. The suntan ended in a vee, just short of the neatly trimmed brown curls. I rubbed the oil down each leg, and back up, just missing the mound of brown curls between her legs. Audrey rocked her hips invitingly. The next time I moved my hand up her legs, my fingers found their way to soft brown curls and the pouting nether lips. Audrey moaned deep in her throat as I gently caressed her mound.

Audrey had her eyes shut now, and her head tilted back. Her hips rocked in response to my touch. I poured more oil on my hand, and applied a generous amount directly to Audrey’s slit. Not that it wasn’t damp already; it just seemed like the thing to do. The oil made my fingers and Audrey’s cunt slippery and sensuous feeling. As the fingers on my left hand explored the intricate folds and crevices of her writhing twat, my thumb found the stiff nubbin of her swollen clit, and I began to circle it and strum it.

My middle finger slid effortlessly into her snatch up to the second knuckle.

“Yeah, Mmmm…” Audrey mumbled, making it perfectly clear that this was exactly what she wanted. I continued to fondle Audrey’s wonderful breasts and nipples with my right hand, as I slid the middle finger of my left slowly in and out of her hot slippery opening. I felt as if I was a concert pianist, performing on a finely tuned instrument. Audrey responded to my every touch by moving this way and that. When I pulled my finger out of her dripping pussy, Audrey’s face showed her disappointment. As I was compelled to slide my finger back in as far as possible, a huge smile spread across her face. Her back arched, her hips rocked, and I could tell her pleasure was intense. It didn’t take very long at all before she was panting like an a****l, and nearing a very powerful orgasm.

I inserted a second finger into her warm and slippery opening, and circled my thumb around her clit as fast as I could. With a guttural sound from deep in her throat, Audrey came long and hard, thrusting her hips to force my digits as deep into her as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she finally calmed and stopped completely, almost as if she had passed out. Her eyes were shut, and a smile fixed to her face. Her breathing became deep and slow. I still had my fingers buried deep inside her, and slowly pulled them out without any protest.

I watched her lying there, breathing deeply, and I marveled at the perfection of Audrey’s skin and hair, her lithe body.

She was in perfect condition, like some champion thoroughbred. Without thinking, I brought my left hand to my face, and drank in her fragrance, which practically dripped from my fingers.

The sound of a boat off the point brought me back to my senses. It was not close yet, but would be within sight soon. Deciding that it would probably be best if I got her bottom back on anyway, I started tying the bikini. Audrey opened her eyes.

"Mmmmm. What are you doing?” She asked, rousing herself.

“I think somebody is coming.” I said, by way of explanation.

“I think somebody already did!” She said with her eyes still half shut.

“I mean, I think I hear Albert’s boat.” I said. The sound of the boat was almost unmistakable.

“Shit!” Audrey said, rolling off the wheelhouse roof on the side away from the sound of the approaching boat. She grabbed her towel and bikini top and disappeared below deck. She reappeared seconds later in her halter-top and shorts.

Sure enough, it was Albert and Edna's boat. They cruised up as expected and pulled along side.

"Get a horse!" Albert yelled as they pulled up. "Do you need a tow?"

"Naw," I said, "We're just eating brunch. The wind'll come up later." I said.

"Well, we thought we'd check," Albert said, "It looked like you were dead in the water here."

"Well thanks," I said, "we are, but we were just takin' a break. We were going to try fishing if the breeze doesn't pick up soon, and if the wind doesn't come up, there's always the motor. I just checked it, as a matter of fact."


"Well, good luck then. We'll see ya later!" Albert said, putting the boat in gear and putting away. When they were clear of the sailboat, Albert throttled up, and they roared across the lake towards town.

Audrey and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes, and exhaled a sigh of relief.

She started down the ladder and then looked back to see if I was coming. I started after her. As I stepped down into the cabin, Audrey was in the galley at the bottom of the stairs, searching through her backpack. She turned around as I reached the bottom of the stairs, which put her nose to nose with me. She looked at me right in the eye and smiled.

“That was really close.”

“Yeah,” I said, “That might have been a little embarrassing.” (That was an understatement.)

She leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the lips. She turned and pulled another joint out of her backpack.

“Like to do another?” She said as she offered it to me.

“Uh, I think I’m OK for now.” I said. I was trying to collect my thoughts. Audrey was only inches from my face.

She was looking deep into my eyes and smiling mischievously.

“You’re right.” She said, “We’ve got all day. We can relax, can’t we?”

With that, she peeled the halter-top over her head, and reclined on the bench in the galley. She lightly traced a line around one nipple with one finger, toying with it for my benefit.

"What would you like me to do?" she said, looking up at me.

"Like you to do?" I asked.


"I'll do anything you want me to." She said.

"Anything?" I asked a bit incredulously.

"Well, almost anything. I'm not into pain or self-mutilation or sick shit like that." she said, "But about anything else you want me to."

I thought about this for a moment as I stared at her. She saw that I was staring at her perfectly formed breasts. She cupped one in each hand as if to display them to me.

"Do you like my boobs?" She asked. She glanced down at the bulge in my shorts.

"They're beautiful," I said, standing there, not knowing quite what to do next.

"Would you rub more baby oil on them? You were doing so well just before we were so rudely interrupted." She said, handing me the baby oil from her handbag.

While I rubbed some oil on my hands, Audrey put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, just waiting for me to continue my ministrations.


This time, there was no pretense of innocence. I started with her nipples, and worked on them until they were stiff.
“Mmmm.” She moaned softly. She looked me in the eye, and then let her gaze roam down my body to stop at my shorts, which were tenting out in a really obvious way. She reached out a hand and cupped my bulge. I just stood there stupidly and watched. She rolled my balls in her hand, weighing them, and then ran her hand up the outline of the shaft until she came to the swollen head. She held it in her fingers, with only the fabric separating my oversensitive member from her probing fingers.

“Does that feel good?” She asked, as she stroked my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts.

“Very nice.” I said, watching her stare in fascination at my crotch.

“Do I turn you on?” Audrey asked, looking deep into my eyes as she continued to stroke me through my shorts.

“You are an amazing young woman.” I offered. “You turn me on in about a half a dozen different ways.”

She smiled at this and reached out to pull my shorts down. As she pulled the waistband past my straining cock, it popped free and bounced in front of her face like a diving board. I watched as she leaned forward and kissed the purple head standing out in front of me. Then she licked the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue.

“You like that?” she asked, tentatively.

“That’s very nice.” I responded.

She encircled the head with her mouth, and I could feel her tongue tickle the underside. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, causing me to moan with pleasure.

“Am I doing this right?” She asked. She was staring intently at the head of my dick. As she used her hand to stoke the length of my cock, she milked a drop of pre-cum into sight. She studied it for a minute and then licked it off.

“You’re amazing.” I said.

“But you’ve got to tell me if you want me to do something in particular.” She said. “You’re supposed to be teaching me this stuff.”

“I am?” I asked.

“Yeah,” She said. “Like, does this feel better?……or this?”

With that, she first licked the underside of my penis, tickling it with the tip of her tongue, and then sucked the whole thing into her mouth until I felt the head hit the back of her throat before slurping it back out of her mouth.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Whoa! I guess those both feel great.” I said. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Watching my brother’s porno tapes.” She said, rather matter of fact.

“He let you watch his tapes?” I asked, as Audrey continued to lick my cock like a lollipop.

“Well, he didn’t know I was watching them.” She said.

Audrey was really getting into it now, jacking my cock with her left hand while fondling my balls with her right. All the while, she held the head in her mouth, and swirled the underside with her tongue. I wasn’t going to last long with this sort of treatment.

Audrey licked the shaft from the base of my cock up to the head and then slid the head into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head up and down in a way that distracted me from any rational thought. I moaned a little, and that only caused Audrey to intensify her efforts.

“Oh God..” I said. I was starting to twitch and buck involuntarily, it was so good. Audrey stopped just long enough to ask, “Do you want to cum in my mouth, or all over me?”

“I don’t know.” I said. “You decide.”

Audrey grinned and slid my hard, slippery dick back into her mouth, and began to hum. The low harmonic vibrations, along with her insistent sucking soon had me at the point of no return. In a few seconds, Audrey decided (quite correctly) that I was about to unload a huge load of sperm somewhere. Audrey pulled my cock from her mouth, and held it in front of her face as she stroked my cock and watched the business end of it intently.

In seconds, I went over the edge and came in a big way. As Audrey clutched my twitching cock in her hand, sperm spewed across her face and into her waiting mouth as she tried to catch it. Stream after stream of hot, sticky sperm came rocketing out in one of the more intense orgasms I had ever experienced.

Audrey obviously reveled in her ability to make me come. She had cum splattered all over her face, and she milked my prick for the last drops. Finally, she gave up, and, as my cock softened, concentrated on watching the last dribbles of sperm drool down the length of my shaft and across her fist, still wrapped around my member.

After licking the last drops from her hand, she picked up the towel on the counter next to her and wiped her face. Then, still holding my prick with one hand she gave my balls a gentle little pat with the other and said,

“Just let me know when you’d like me to do that again, OK?”

“OK,” I said.

Rather than letting go of my cock, Audrey continued to hold it, and slowly try to milk one more drop of cum from the end of it. She seemed fascinated with it, and studied the head carefully. She felt the underside of my balls with the other hand, rolling them around and gently exploring their shape and size. She leaned forward and very gently took the head of my prick into her mouth. She slowly started sucking on the head. I could feel my cock start to revive. So could Audrey. She looked up and our eyes met. She smiled and picked up the pace of her ministrations. As my cock sprang to full attention again, Audrey bobbed her head up and down the wet, slippery shaft. She took it from her mouth and inspected her handiwork. It was definitely hard again, and pulsed and twitched when she ran her tongue around the head.

Audrey let go of my prick and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down her ankles and kicked them off. She scooted back on the bunk, and with her legs parted, and her hands roaming over her breasts and legs, looked me right in the eye and said,

“Will you please make love to me?”

She was perfectly posed for me, her beautiful pussy completely exposed, the pink, pouting lips glistening with moisture.

“Please??” She implored, her eyes begging me, her hands running up and down her inner thighs suggestively.

I don’t know why I hesitated. Maybe I was thinking about this too much. But while the big head might have had reservations, the little head was painfully erect, and didn’t need any encouragement.

“Please Dave?” Audrey said again, holding her arms out to me.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I crawled up on the bunk with Audrey and melted into her waiting arms. She pulled at my t-shirt.

“Take off your shirt.” She said “I want to feel your skin next to mine.”

I obliged and sank back into her warm embrace. The feel of her smooth skin against mine was electric. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and those stiff nipples teasing mine. Audrey kissed me on the lips as my cock found the damp slit between her legs. Audrey reached down with one hand to guide my stiff member home.

As I worked it into her inch by inch, her natural lubrication spread across my cock, and I finally buried it to the hilt. With our lips locked together, Audrey made an appreciative little moan into my mouth. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and kissed me fiercely. Her legs wrapped around me, giving her leverage to force me deeper into her. She clung to me with a passionate embrace.

I started to pick up the pace, and Audrey met my every thrust. She was writhing and moaning now, and she had to break off our kiss to gasp for air.

“Oh…Yeah! That feels so good!” She panted into my ear. “Does it feel this good to you too?” She asked, and to punctuate the remark, she twitched the muscles in her pussy in a remarkable way.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed breathlessly. “Does that feel good!!? That feels amazing!” I said, nuzzling her neck. “Do that again.”

She did, and her cunt rippled and clutched at my prick.

“Like that?” she asked.

“My god! Yes!” I said, stopping in mid-stroke just to leave my cock buried in her, experiencing that amazing sensation.

“You like that?” She asked, grinding her pelvis into mine, and making her hips rock into mine.

“That feels wonderful.” I said, picking up the pace again and matching her rhythm. The writhing, bucking Audrey mashed her lips to mine again, and then started giving me little kisses on the neck. We moved as one, with her clinging to me as I pistoned in and out of her. Audrey finally threw her head back as she panted harder and harder, and the ride became wilder and wilder. I was slamming into her harder and harder, and she slammed back. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were half shut. As her orgasm approached, her eyes had rolled back in her head from time to time, and her breath was coming in little grunts.

“Ungh…Ungh…Oh Yeah!…Oh that feels good!” She said.

I could feel my cum rising. Audrey beat me to the edge, though, and went off in a big way. Her twat convulsed and clutched, and her words became just a low moan. She ground her pelvis into mine as she climaxed, and she kissed me passionately, moaning into my mouth. I was close to the edge, but Audrey stopped completely, holding me still inside of her.

“Just wait a second, OK?” she said.

I made to pull out of her, but she wouldn’t let me go.

“Just wait a second.” She said. “I’ll be OK in a second.”

“I’m really close to cumming” I said.

“Just hold still, I’m too sensitive.” She said, as I could still feel her twat twitching and spasming to a conclusion of her climax.

After a bit her breathing returned somewhat to normal, and she used her hands on my butt to signal me to continue.

“I want you to come inside of me.” She said, starting to move again. She kissed me again.

“Is that a good idea?” I asked.

“You mean, is it safe? Yeah, I’ve been on the pill for a year or so.” She whispered in my ear. She started rocking her hips a little faster.

I resumed pumping my cock into Audrey’s talented pussy with renewed vigor. I was getting very close. Audrey rocked with me, and started breathing raggedly again, occasionally grunting and moaning. Audrey grabbed the cheeks of my ass, and with her legs wrapped around me, she forced me deep inside her as she sensed my own climax approaching.

“Oh yeah! Doesn’t that feel good?” She said, as I went over the edge, and emptied a load of cum in her pussy. Audrey’s pussy continued to pulse and twitch, and her hips rocked and bucked. Audrey was working her way back up to another orgasm, but after coming in her pussy, I had to hold her hips still for just a bit. I could tell my poor abused cock wouldn’t last any longer, so I just held her there for a bit.

Audrey was still twitching though, and I could tell she wanted to come again. Slowly, I pulled my prick from her clutching twat, and slid down so I could get my face between her legs. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, Audrey was off and going again. Her hips bucked, and she held my head with her hands to direct the activity. I could taste our mingled juices, and the area between her legs was soaked.

If Audrey had climaxed strongly before, I could tell that my tongue on her clit was pushing her towards a really big one. Audrey was panting and thrashing. She was pushing her hips in my face, and clutching my head between her legs so hard I couldn’t breathe. In only a couple of minutes, she reached the pinnacle and went over the edge, gasping and grunting. As her spasms subsided, she relaxed completely, and lay there as if she had collapsed. It looked as if she had passed out.

I got up and looked at her. She was so perfect. Her perfect skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her breathing was deep and regular. Her legs were slightly spread, and her flushed and pouting pussy shiny with our juices.

She was out like a light. I decided to let her sleep for a bit.

I went topside, and checked the boat. I found another beer in the cooler, and decided that there was just enough of a breeze that I could get the boat out of the harbor and go for a bit of a sail. As quietly as I could, I weighed anchor, and set the sail. We drifted quietly towards the middle of the lake.

The breeze was still pretty weak, and the water was smooth, so I just eased us toward the north end of the lake. I was standing at the wheel when Audrey came up behind me and pressed herself to my back, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

“Hi sleepyhead.” I said over my shoulder.

“Hi Dave.” She said, wrapping herself around me. She had put the tiny black bikini back on, but she seemed to be intent on making as much skin-to skin contact with my body as she could.

“You want to drive?” I asked.

“Sure.” She said, “You just need to tell me what to do.”

We switched places, and I stood behind her and hugged her. She took the wheel, and grinned broadly. Audrey leaned her head back onto my shoulder for a minute, and then focused on sailing.

We spent most of the afternoon sailing, and Audrey turned out to be an enthusiastic student. Later on, after I had shown her most of the simple tricks to sailing a boat this size, we had settled into a relaxing course for the marina, and we had each fixed ourselves a drink and sat next to each other by the wheel. The wind was light, and it was going to take a while to get back.

“This has been a wonderful day, Dave.” Audrey said, taking a sip of her champagne, and looking out at the blue sky and the beautiful lake.

“That it has!” I replied, taking a sip of my beer.

“Thanks for giving me sailing lessons.” She said, putting a hand on my leg and looking me straight in the eye.

I had one of those moments when I had to take stock of the situation. I just looked at her. What a gorgeous babe she was.

Audrey slid over next to me and wrapped her arm around me. “I was serious before, when I said I’d do anything.”

“You sure about that?”

“Well, as long as it’s not something stupid that’ll get us in trouble, like giving you a blow job under the breakfast table with everyone watching.”

I had to chuckle. “You think that’d get us in trouble?”

She laughed. “It’s a possibility.”

“Is there anything in particular you want me to ask you to do?” I asked looking at her with a smile and a wink.

She winked back and said, “If I knew everything, I wouldn’t need lessons, now would I?”

“So if I wanted you to take your top off now so I could suck on your beautiful nipples, you’d do it?”

I no sooner had said that, than Audrey had reached up to the front clasp of her tiny bikini top and unfastened it. There wasn’t any boat traffic anywhere close, so it was a pretty safe request. Her pink nipples stood out proudly, and she stood up so she could offer me one of them. She leaned forward so the right one was presented right to my lips. I caught it between my teeth and gave it a little nip.

“Ooo! Careful with those teeth!” She exclaimed in surprise. “I can be your little love slave if you like, but don’t be abusin’ the slaves! OK?” She smiled as she said this, and she was already offering her other nipple to me for my attention.

I kissed and sucked on each one in turn, and I had her sit on my lap as we came around the point. I played with her marvelous breasts for a little bit longer, and then decided we were getting a little too close to civilization for her to be going topless.

In fact, she decided she should put her shorts and top on before we put the boat away in the marina, so as not to arouse any more suspicion than necessary. We got the boat put away without any incident, and by the time we got back to the lodge, Fred was just starting dinner.

Fred looked at us and asked “Did you two have fun today?”

Audrey gave Fred one of her dazzling smiles and said, “We certainly did. I love sailing.”




Chapter 4

The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of somebody shuffling around the kitchen. I could smell fresh-perked coffee, and hear dishes being set on the table. It had to be Audrey. I wondered briefly if I was letting this situation get just a little out of hand. Pure raging hormonal lust I could understand. Domestic instincts, I couldn't.

I came shuffling out of the bedroom in my bathrobe to find that Audrey had made coffee and set a beautiful table in the breakfast nook, with a red and white checkered tablecloth, and a place setting for one, complete with silverware and folded napkin. And on the table, Audrey had placed herself as the main course, directly on the placemat. She had not a stitch on and her legs were spread invitingly as she propped her feet on the arms of the captains' chair. My eyes must have popped out of my head, and I knew my dick was rising to attention. I gazed in amazement at her pussy. It was covered with whipped cream, topped with a cherry, and sticking out between her legs was the end of a banana that was obviously stuffed halfway into her twat.

"Breakfast is served!" she said, as she propped her head up so she could see my reaction. It must have been good, because she laughed and said, "What's the matter? Never had a banana split before?" She then casually dipped a finger into the whipped cream and licked it off.


"Not like this one." I said as I sat down between her legs and pulled myself up to the table. I nibbled at the exposed end of the banana, and in the process, nudged it a little deeper. She responded by squeezing it back out a little bit. I nibbled my way down to the whipped cream, making sure that each little bite moved the banana enough to be stimulating. Once down to the whipped cream, I began lapping away at it. As I was going to take another bite of the banana, the tip of my tongue touched the area just above her anus, causing her to quiver and squirt the banana right into my mouth. After munching that down, I went searching for mashed banana residue as far as my tongue would reach into her fruit flavored pussy.

"Ooo..." she said as she wiggled and squirmed. I lapped up all the whipped cream, deftly nipping the cherry from the top of the muff-sundae, and proceeded to suck and nibble on her engorged clit. It didn't take long for her to come. When she did, a dollop of banana-flavored juice oozed from her opening. I licked it up and explored for more. Soon, Audrey was working her way up to a second orgasm that seemed to last for minutes.

When her breathing had returned to normal, she opened her eyes and sat up on the table, then stood up and went to the counter. She produced the can of whipped cream, came back to the table and said, "You're not going to let your guest go hungry, are you?" motioning for me to take her place on the table. I sat on the edge of the table, in my bathrobe, and let my feet dangle over the edge. She put a hand on my chest to get me to lie back, and as I did, my now rock-hard cock popped from between the folds of the bathrobe.

"Breakfast of champions!" she said as she proceeded to squirt whipped cream around the base of my cock and covering my balls. Then, holding the swollen purple head of my prick straight up, she spread the cool, white whipped cream up my shaft until only the head showed through. Still holding the head up, Audrey licked each of my balls clean and then gently sucked first one, then the other into her mouth.


Once she had lapped my balls clean, she lapped her way up the underside of my prick, stopping at the top to tickle the sensitive underside. Her tongue tantalized my cock until I was sure I'd blow a nut any second. She realized I wouldn't last long, and slid her mouth down over the head of my cock as far as it would go. I could feel it touching the back of her throat and her tongue swirled and darted along my shaft.

She had my cock in her warm mouth, bobbing her head up and down. One hand pumped the shaft that wouldn't fit in her mouth, while the other gently tickled the underside of my balls. It was too much for me to resist, and I erupted, spewing gob after gob of hot come into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, but some dribbled out onto my stomach. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and watched the head intently as she used her hand to milk one last drop of sperm to the tip. As it appeared at the peehole, she reached out with her tongue to lick it off.


Chapter 5

That afternoon, we had managed to connect two more cabins up to the network, and I was again amazed at how much help she had been with the work. Of course, there were dozens of occasions where she had found a way to rub against me in the most erotic and shameless way. I found myself with a tent in my shorts almost continuously. Luckily, there was nobody in the cabins we were working in to witness our antics. We had finished putting most of the stuff away, and were relaxing in her cabin, drinking a bottle of wine from Uncle Ed's collection.

Audrey and I were just fillin