Katie reckons the hot season is all about exploring new avenues
Last summer I did the family thing, getting reacquainted with various aunts and uncles and cousins in the big city. Then I spent a weekend at an uncle’s cottage in the country, soaking up some sun and swimming and biking and hiking.
One particularly hot and humid day, I boated out to the floating dock in the middle of the small secluded lake where my Uncle Roy’s cabin was located, and stretched out on the green, spongy indoor/outdoor carpeting to brown my little bod a bit more. I checked to make sure no one was watching, and then loosened the strings on my bikini top and bottom, exposing my pert boobs and trimmed pussy to the scorching sun in order to get that all-over tan.
Then I must’ve dozed off, because the next thing I felt was someone or something splashing cool water onto my sizzling skin. I scrambled onto my elbows and pushed up my shades, looked around, didn’t see a thing. Just calm blue water and green shimmering trees. There were only two cottages on the shore of the lake – my Uncle’s and his buddy Phil’s – and I knew that Uncle Roy had gone into town with his wife and kids.
So I shrugged my shoulders and lay back down again. And got splashed with water again.
“Hey!” I yelped.
I started covering up my tender spots, just to be on the safe side, when suddenly the dock started pitching and rolling like a typhoon had touched down. Then my Uncle’s friend, Phil, leaped out of the water like a spawning salmon.
“Yikes!” I blurted.
The guy must’ve been hiding under the dock… which meant that he’d seen me sunbathing… seen, and was seeing, my bare naughty bits! Brown as my face was, it still flushed red, as I hurriedly re-clothed myself.
“Hiya, Katie!” Phil exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he clambered onto the rocking dock. “Thought you might like some company.”
“Uh… sure, Mr Daniel…”
“Phil,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of me and letting his twinkling grey eyes drift slowly over my tawny body. “You’ve sure got a great tan going – and the body to show it off!”
I sat up and smiled shyly at the hale and heartily handsome man. He had a couple of decades on me, but that hardly seemed to matter. He was lean and toned and tanned, jet-black hair showing just a hint of silver at the temples. I noticed, also, that he was exhibiting some well-developed curiosity within the damp clinging material of his blue swim trunks.
“I like to come out here to tan the hard spots, too,” he confided. Then abruptly got to his feet and pulled down his swimsuit, wordlessly turning the promise in his shorts into stunning reality.
I gulped and quickly looked away; not-so-quickly looked back again. His prick was pointing long and smooth and arrow-straight at me. My pussy tickled with wetness and my nipples with hardness as I gazed at the man’s sun and water-drenched erection.
The hot still air crackled with tension as he stared at me staring at him. Until I surprised the both of us by crawling forward and grabbing onto his member, like a desperately drowning girl grabbing onto a phallic-shaped lifebuoy. I was drowning, all right, in my own juices.
He grunted and took a step back. Then said, “You sure you want to, Katie? Your uncle might not like it.”
“What uncle?” I breathed, my natural timidity melted away by the heat of the day, the heat of the man’s towering presence. I moved my hot little hand up and down Phil’s vein-ridged cock, swirling it all over his steel-hard shaft. Then I grasped him with both hands and started two-fisting the guy.
“Yeah, pump it, baby!” he groaned.
I looked up at him, at the thick mat of black fur that covered his broad damp chest, all the while tugging on his prick with both of my sweaty hands – pulling the pulsing appendage, amazingly, even longer and harder. I stuck out my tongue and licked at his yawning slit.
“Fuck, yeah!” he growled, glaring down at me as I slurped the tip of his cock. He grabbed onto my blonde pigtails, his sturdy legs shaking.
I licked up and swallowed a gob of sticky pre-come, twirling my wet tongue all over and around his swollen hood, gripping and stroking his shaft. I got his cockhead all nice and slippery and then inhaled it, started sucking on the man.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” he murmured, pumping his hips.
His meaty cap filled my mouth, and I knew there was no way I’d ever be able to get even half of his cock into my mouth. So I thought up an even dirtier destination for his seasoned manhood, relieved I’d brought my permanently-stocked handbag with me. I pulled him out of my mouth, blinked my baby-blues, and asked in a little-girl voice, “Wanna fuck me in the ass, Phil?”
His eyes widened, and he ran a hand through his glistening hair. “Uh, well …,” he spluttered, “it might be too tight a–”
“This’ll help,” I interrupted, fumbling in the bag and snatching up a condom. I stuck it in his hand, then tumbled backwards and pulled away my bikini bottom. I got onto all fours, stuck my bare bronzed butt into the air and wiggled it from side-to-side, encouraging the man to spear my taut bottom.
I’d never done anal before in my life, and what possessed me to try it out for the first time with Phil, the proud owner of prickzilla, I’ll never know. But summer vacation is all about breaking free and experiencing new things, and having a giant pecker shoved up your virgin bum-hole definitely qualifies.
I listened anxiously as Phil ripped open the packet and settled it on his cock. Then I gasped when he firmly grasped my butt, oiled my crack up with my own juices and asked, “Ready?”
I nodded. I shut my eyes and bit my lip, digging my fingernails into the springy green carpet. Perspiration doused my trembling bod, as I waited apprehensively for what seemed like forever. Until finally, finally, Phil roughly jammed his hood up against my starfish.
I jumped. Heard someone shriek, “Fuck my ass!”
And Phil brutally punched through my resisting pucker, popping my anal cherry. I moaned like a wounded animal, flooding with a heat more than the sun. He tore my cheeks apart and pushed deeper inside, slowly but surely sinking shaft into my anus.
“Yes!” I hissed, clinging to the carpet and staring blindly out across the impossibly placid lake. A weird, stuffed-full sensation – unlike anything I’d ever felt before – surged through my quivering body. My bum went numb and my clit tingled almost painfully, as my Uncle’s best bud buried more and more of his cock inside my ass.
“Fuck you’re tight!” he rasped, just as his hairy balls kissed my trembling bum cheeks. He gripped the slickened flesh of my waist and started pumping his hips, sawing my chute.
I could only blink the sweet summer sweat from my eyes and gargle some moans, as my butt-blasted body bounced to and fro in rhythm to Phil’s powerful thrusts, my tits flapping. The guy jack-hammered my derriere, smacking against my shuddering cheeks over and over, ruthlessly pistoning my tender electrified bum.
Until he turned it up another notch, ferociously slamming my ass. He grunted with release and sprayed hot semen deep into my rippling bottom. I frantically buffed my swelled-up clit and lost control almost immediately, meeting his fearsome orgasm with one of my own. Ecstasy blazed through my shaking body, Phil riding my rump, emptying his balls inside of me.
I was walking funny for the rest of that week. But no pain, no personal gain. Vacationing with one’s relatives, I now happily know, is never stress-free.
