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
