Lake House Virgin
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Debbie and Jimmy went out for a twilight boat ride after dinner that evening. A hot afternoon had given way to a warm evening and the air rushing past as the big runabout sped over the water felt good. Debbie warned Jimmy about the way that sound travels across a lake and asked him to keep things appropriate. She sat next to him in the front seat of the big inboard, but not so close that anyone would have taken it amiss. They tooled around the lake, Jimmy at the wheel, enjoying the cool evening air, and when it began to get dark, they headed back home. Once the boat was safely in its stall in the boathouse Jimmy jumped out and secured the lines, then helped Debbie out of the boat. She waited while he closed the stall door.
Privacy assured, they embraced. Jim pulled Debbie’s body tight and kissed her passionately. Debbie responded, molding her body to his and kissing him back with equal passion.
“Thank you for bringing me here, Debbie,” Jimmy said as their kiss broke. “You’ve always been my favorite aunt, and now I know why,” he added, with a grin.
“Oh, Jimmy, that’s so sweet. Thank you. She kissed him lightly on the lips again. “Now, would you like to have another lesson, or did I wear you out this afternoon?”
Her tone was playful, but she was at least a little bit serious -- she didn’t want to injure him.
His cock strained against the fabric of his shorts. He pressed it against her. “What do you think?”
“I think you’ve answered my question,” Debbie said, laughing. “Come on, let’s go back up to the house and continue your education. I think you’re going to like the next lesson.”
“If it’s anything like the first lesson I’m sure I’ll like it,” Jimmy said, grinning. He took Debbie’s hand in his and they ran up the steps to the main house.
Once inside, they retreated to Debbie’s room, or the classroom, as she now called it.
“Now, Jim, this afternoon, we were both pretty horny and I, for one, was in a hurry. But, it’s nice to take your time and enjoy making things last. I need to ask you a question, and I don’t want you to get embarrassed, OK?”
“I think I’m way past that, Debbie.”
“OK. Well, before today, had you ever been with a girl, naked?”
“No way! The only naked women I’ve ever seen were in the pages of Playboy.”
“Had you kissed a girl? Made out at all?”
“I’ve kissed a girl before, but that was about all.”
“OK, that’s fine. Well, you kiss pretty good for a beginner, Jim.”
“Thanks. I really love kissing.”
“Kissing is very erotic, Jim, and a good kisser can really turn a woman on in a hurry. OK, well, tonight, I want to show you some things about my body and teach you how to touch and arouse me. Every woman is different, of course, but they all have the same equipment and there are places on a woman’s body that should always be treated with special care and attention. Tonight, I’m going to take you on a tour of my body. You’re going to get to look and touch to your heart’s content. But, first, a few basics to get you started. I want you to undress me.”
“OK! Where do I start?”
“Take off my blouse.”
Jimmy unbuttoned Debbie’s blouse, pulling the tails out of her capris to get the bottom two buttons, then slid it off her shoulders and tossed it on the chest at the end of Debbie’s bed.
“Good. Now, I want you to kiss me, right here,” Debbie said, pointing at her cleavage.
Jim obediently bent forward and placed his lips at the place where her breasts met as they were pushed together by Debbie’s bra. Inspired, he used the tip of his tongue to lightly tease the flesh between her breasts, earning him a moan of approval. He smiled, and continued kissing, working his way up her chest and neck, finally capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
His arms encircled her, his hands at the small of her back. “Take off my bra, Jim,” Debbie whispered as the kiss broke for a moment. Jim ran his hands up Debbie’s back until they came to the bra fastening. Now Jimmy had an advantage here because he was a boy who paid attention. One day he had come into the garage to see his father holding one of his mother’s brassieres in his left hand while his right held a pair of needle nose pliers. Their new clothes dryer had done some damage to the hooks and Jimmy’s dad was straightening them out. He showed Jimmy what he was doing and how the hooks worked. That’s relevant, because, knowing how the fastener works on a woman’s bra is crucial intelligence for any teenaged boy.
It took Jimmy about 2 seconds to unhook Debbie’s bra. He stood back and watched as Debbie shrugged out of the bra, which dropped to the floor at her feet. Jimmy stared hungrily at Debbie’s tits. He swore to himself that he would never get tired of looking at them.
“Very good -- are you sure you haven’t done that before,” she asked?
“Beginner’s luck.”
“Look at my breasts, Jim. Look closely,” Debbie said, holding her tits up to him in both hands, squeezing them together as if offering him a tray of ripe fruit. “A woman’s breasts are sensitive, especially the nipples. Some women like their breasts treated gently and some like them treated roughly. I’m sort of in the middle. Each woman is different and if you want to be a good lover, you’ll have to learn to tell how a woman likes to be touched. But, all women have sensitive nipples and you need to be careful with them. Here, hold my breasts in your hands and squeeze them a little -- not too hard.”
Jimmy reached out and took Debbie’s melons in his hands, enjoying the weight and texture of the soft warm flesh -- they were beautiful. A feast for his teenaged eyes. Large, but not sagging, firm but yielding to the touch. He gently squeezed the precious orbs with his hands, caressed them softly, and then, without being told, bent his head to plant a kiss on her left nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, yes, Jimmy, lick it, and then gently suck it between your lips.”
Jim took the nipple into his mouth and sucked, gently at first, and then harder, like a nursing baby. Debbie gasped and pulled his face firmly to her chest. Jim used one hand to caress and knead the other breast while the other squeezed the one he was sucking. He switched back and forth giving each nipple a thorough sucking. Jim paused and examined at the nipple he’d just been sucking. It was bright pink and stood out stiffly from the surrounding flesh. He grasped that breast in both hands and squeezed it from the base, making the nipple bulge out even more. He put the nipple and as much of the surrounding flesh as he could into his mouth and sucked, licked, and nibbled until Debbie squealed with pleasure.
“Oh, god, Jim, that’s enough for now. If you don’t slow down I’m going to rip off your clothes and fuck you right now.”
Jim laughed and let go of her breasts. “That would be fine with me,” he commented, reaching for the waistband of his cutoffs.
“Stop it. Back to the lesson. Take off my pants next.”
“OK, Debbie, you’re the boss.” Jim unfastened the clasp at the side of her capris, and unzipped them, pulling them over her hips to her knees, then kneeling to get them over Debbie’s feet. His head was now level with her silk covered pubis which was dark right at the V of her crotch. The musky odor made his cock throb.
“Take off my panties,” said Debbie in a low purr so full of lust that Jim almost blew a load in his shorts.
Jim put his fingers into the waistband of the panties and slid them down her legs, revealing the dark blond triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs. Debbie kicked the panties away and stood naked, her legs slightly spread. She looked down at Jim still on his knees looking directly at her pussy.
“What do you smell?” She asked.
“I don’t know, but it’s making my cock hard.”
“That’s the smell of a woman who wants sex. That’s the smell of my pussy juice. When a woman is aroused, horny, her pussy lubricates itself to prepare it for a man’s cock. That lubricant -- pussy juice -- has a distinct odor. Men are affected by it -- it arouses them and makes them want to fuck.”
“It’s working, Debbie, because I sure want to fuck you right now.”
“I know you do, and I want you to, but the lesson isn’t over yet and I want to teach you some things before we do that.”
Debbie went over to the bed and laid down on it, pulling her knees up somewhat and apart, giving Jim a perfect view of her naughty bits. “Take off your clothes and join me on the bed.”
Jim was naked in a flash and quickly sprawled out next to Debbie on the bed. His cock was hard and throbbing. Debbie had spotted a clear drop of fluid at its tip. It was all she could do to stop herself from sucking it.
“Now, Jim, get on your stomach between my legs. Get your face right up there and take a close look at my pussy. You need to know where all the parts are and how they work sexually. Trust me, this is really important.”
Jim eagerly obeyed, and a moment later, he was planted between Debbie’s legs with his face just inches from her pubis. Fucking was forgotten for the moment. This was his first look at a real live pussy. He could see it all clearly through what was left of her light blond pubic hair. It was all laid out in front of his face and he gave it a quick visual examination starting with the crinkled brown rosebud at the base of her crack, then the thick outer lips of her pussy, and the second set of lips protruding from between them, glistening and wet, swollen and dark pink with arousal. Debbie put her hands between her legs and spread the lips apart, giving him a more detailed view.
“I want you to look closely at my pussy. At the bottom, you can see the opening to my vagina -- that’s where your cock had so much fun this afternoon,” she giggled, “and will again tonight I promise,” she continued.
“Directly above that is my pee hole, and, the most important spot of all, at the top of my pussy, is my clitoris, or clit. It has the same kind of nerves in it that the head of your cock does, and if you know how to treat it, you can make your lady friends very happy with you. Trust me.”
Jimmy was mesmerized by the sight of Debbie’s pussy so lewdly displayed right in front of his face. The aroma of her excitement almost drove him crazy, and he had an intense desire to lean in and taste the proud flesh just inches from his mouth.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Can I touch it?”
“Mmm ... I wish you would. Before you do though, I think you should lick your finger and get it wet.”
Jimmy did as he was told, and he licked the end of his index finger. He cautiously placed his wet fingertip on Debbie’s clitoral hood and started gently rubbing back and forth; up and down.
Debbie shuddered. “Oh, yes, Jimmy, that’s good. Never rub my clit when it’s dry. Make sure it’s wet first, or your finger is. You know what’s really good? Lean forward and lick it.”
“Really? Do women like that?”
“Oh, Jimmy, if you learn to be a good pussy licker, I can just about guarantee you’ll never be without a girlfriend for long. Go ahead and take a taste. I’ll give you some instruction if I think you need it. For now, just use your fingers and tongue to explore a bit.”
Jim put his hands on the insides of Debbie’s thighs and leaned in until his lips were touching his aunt’s labial folds. He kissed those lips as he had kissed her mouth earlier, tenderly at first, and then, slipping his tongue between her lips, he tasted pussy juice for the first time. He became instantly addicted to eating pussy. After a tentative start, he began to devour Debbie’s crotch. She did not give him any instructions, because she was on the last train to orgasmville almost as soon as she felt his tongue touch her inner cunt lips. What he lacked in technique or finesse, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, and his tongue was hitting all the right spots.
Jim was in heaven. He had a beautiful woman in front of him who was exposing her most intimate parts to him, and, what was even more mind blowing, she was letting him eat her out! Jimmy’s tongue was on safari, hunting down every last nook and cranny of Debbie’s overheated cunt. He licked up and down the thick outer lips, sucking them into his mouth, sawing at them with his tongue, getting every last drop of her essence he could find before moving on to the inner lips, which he similarly explored. He loved the feeling of running his tongue up and down those crenellated petals of flesh, feeling Debbie’s body jerk and hearing her moan every time he hit the sweet spot at the top.
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The story I am about to tell happened last summer. It was a hot day in June so we decided to go to the lake for the day. I talked my wife into wearing a sheer summer dress that at the right angle of the sun, you can see right through it (she’s not aware that the dress is see-through). I knew there were going to be lots of young guys at the lake sure to be eyeing up my wife all day. We packed up our SUV and started to head to the lake for what turns out to be a fantasy-come-true day for...
After I'd spent time in Illinois and lost my virginity to the nympho next door whose Air Force hubby was in Germany, I went back home and renewed my acquaintance with an old girlfriend, Pam. Her parents and mine, I honestly believe, had ideas that she and I would end up married. Even though we liked each other a lot and had great times together, at eighteen, we really didn't see that in either of our futures. For one thing, the Vietnam War was in full swing and I had to either enlist or be...
TrueChapter nine—Incident at The High Lake It was August and the day was going to be another scorcher. Mark was planning to hike up to the lake located high in the hills east of town. The “Terrific Trio” was coming with him and they planned on a whole day of swimming and sunning in the remote wilderness area. It was about an hour’s drive and a three mile hike, but they were counting on much cooler temperatures and sunny skies. Mark had finished his breakfast and was packing food and drink...
“That was fun,” said Julia as she helped pull the aluminum fishing boat up onto shore. “I haven’t been in a motorboat since I was little. But they’re so noisy. Getting here in a canoe is slow, but it's peaceful.”Of the three girls I rescued from the lake the previous weekend, Julia appreciated being in the woods the most. She was also the most mature. It took all weekend for her to warm up, and then she surprised me by initiating a hungry lovemaking session at the edge of the water while her...
Group SexJohn saw a familiar sign on the side of the road. “Hey, honey. We’re coming up on the last store till we get to the trailhead. You should use the restroom and make sure you have everything you need for the weekend.” Mary nodded, “Yeah, yeah” and she went back to fidgeting with her phone, Tommy hadn’t texted her in the last day and Mary wasn’t sure what that meant. She’d seen him earlier that Friday and he seemed distant but he’d said he’d see her later. As the car came out of the foothills...
My husband Abe had been gone for six weeks when Jake came to live with me. Abe had gone hunting on a cold December morning to add to our supply of meat for the winter. We lived in our remote cabin by the lake for our entire marriage struggling to return to nature like our forefathers endured for generations. We were surviving the brutal winter of 2014 – 2015 at our one-bedroom Lake Indian cabin nestled in the Adirondacks, about 25 feet from the water. We had stored plenty of food to survive the...
Hey guys, sorry for the long break, I stopped writing for a while. But I’m back and will be keeping up, so keep reading! ************** I bound back down the stairs to see my parents and the Stratfords already mid conversation. It had been obvious how much they missed seeing each other. I headed back out to the car, helping grab some more stuff as we starting getting out all of the rest of the stuff for the cabin like the food, fishing equipment, and other odds and ends for up here. The...
We sat naked on the decking, drinking coffee and eating bagels. The lake looked amazing and made me want to either be on it or in it. I watched the chemistry between Anna and Robert, all the years of marriage behind them and they were still in love. It wasn't that they loved one another, they were 'in' love with one another. Still with the puppy dog eyes. ''Hell-cat, you look amazing.'' my uncle told me, I was leaning back into the sun lounger, my legs crossed and wearing...
Long Weekend at the Lake ___________________________________ No institution or agency may use this work for other than the intended purpose – to provide personal entertainment. All characters are fictional. This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy. It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . . . or if you live in one of the God-forsaken States that bans possessing/reading such material . . then please, PLEASE, go someplace...
This is a longer story than those I’ve written lately. It is not a love story, not an incest story, and not a gay story. Is it a story with a grain of truth in it? That is your call. For me, it is just a fantasy. Weekend at the lake I began loading the car with weekend essentials for a planned escape to the lake. I enjoy a trip there every three or four weekends just to unwind and be foolish for a couple days. My career is in college classrooms teaching college freshmen students their core...
After an exciting, pleasurable and surprising experience with Mark and Anne, — surprising because they had never imagined meeting a couple so much like them at Catan's Masquerade — Jack and Steph showered before getting dressed, saying warm good-byes to Mark and Anne, and leaving the club.As they relaxed on the drive to Phil's lake house on the south side of the lake, they looked forward to the peace and quiet there. "Are Amy and Phil going to be there?" Steph asked. On the one hand, it would...
Wife Lovers(Fictional story. None of the characters are real.) It was summer time and the Boy Scouts from Cherryville where packing up to go on a camping trip at the lake for a week. The scouts where from the ages of 12-14. They were all excited about going because they heard the rumors about the Girl Scouts from their town where going as well and setting up camp on the opposite side of the lake. As the boys are loading the vehicles up the camp counselors are discussing the plans for the week and which...
Best Friends MomTrip to the lake Ok you all know the story of how I started to have sex with my best friend’s mom while I was in high school. Well this is another installment of that story line. It was summer and hot as always we have talked about going to the lake and camping out for some time now but just haven’t had the chance, meaning time and money. See I was working my ass off in the garage now as well as training for the next season of football and soccer so my time was in short demand...
THE CABIN BY THE LAKEBy Sam DarquesiedCopyright ? Sam Darquesied 2008The form letter flatly stated that my grade point average had fallen below the University?s prerequisite for living on campus, so it was either apply for special dispensation, or find an apartment. I decided that four years in residence was more than enough for this girl, and hit the want ads that very afternoon. My friends thought I had lost my mind when I soon chose to move into an apartment with two roommates; both of them...
The divorce had been emotionally nasty. The cheating bastard lied to me for five out of the six years we were married. Fortunately we didn't have any children so after the divorce, we agreed to split everything down the middle. We each had half the debts and half the assets and that was the end of that. Two years later, at 30, I'm still single and harbor a hatred and lack of trust towards men. I continued my teaching position as a high school teacher but I became less and less enthusiastic...
The weather was languid, the lake was languid, and, most of all, they were languid. They drifted rather than sailed. It was so hot, the science girls had begged an egg from the kitchen and actually tried frying it on the stones. They were delighted; after half an hour (so a slow cooker, it’s true), the fried egg was ready. Marie, three keen girls, the girl whose dog had died, and Clive, that was the sum total of the sailors on this, the hottest day. They could have taken two or even three...
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake off of that nauseating smell. She rubbed her hands one against the other, scratching and crossing her fingers, then she washed them under the stream of water before sniffing her hands again. No, the smell was still there, she couldn’t get rid of it. She lowered her sight, staring at her hands. A teardrop fell on her open hands and only then she realized she was crying, drops where blurring her sight. Jane was crying. She stared out of the...