A young tease gets her just deserts at the lakehouse

I fucking hate the sound of lawnmowers. Why does everyone like summer so much – it’s hot and sticky and these machines are everywhere. Mowers, blowers, weed-cutters, hedge trimmers.

At least these idiots are going now – leave us in peace, you cunts. Especially now. Especially today. I haven’t had a moment alone with Charlotte in weeks. Yesterday at the pool party her tits were totally out of control; at least half the guys there, even the ones my age, had moments were you could see them hide their cocks from growing into tentpoles.

“Bye, Guys,” I say as I step out of the car. Three teenage boys, all sweat-stained and staring at the ground, grunt back as they close the gate on the trailer and pile into a white Tommy’s Lawn Care truck. A quick wave and they’re gone.

And suddenly it is quiet. Those boys were apparently the only lawn crew in the area. I can feel my heart flutter a bit – it’s like I’m a teenager again. It’s just going to be us two. Charlotte and me. There’s no logical explanation for why she makes me feel like this: she’s half my age and I actually like her mother more than her. Tits are a bit smaller, but her confidence and self-possession is incredible. Charlotte, on the other hand, is young enough that she still flirts with every guy in a ten-mile radius. It’s embarrassing to watch them trip over themselves to please her.

But they don’t please her. She flirts – or at least they think she’s flirting – without taking it anywhere. A cat that pokes at mice, throws them around a bit, but never brings them inside, let alone eats them. Her food is something entirely different from the young guys around here – a different breed.

Her parents say they’ve never seen her with a guy her age. They’re worried she might a lesbian. Ha. I couldn’t help but smile when her father said that last week at dinner. She’s so fucking sexual all the time, but she just never follows through. Which, again, accounts for the butterflies.

What she needs, I tell myself, is a real man – and I guess I’m hoping that she knows that about herself. Just her and me. We see each other so rarely – just summers here at the lake, and not even every summer. I watch her across the cove every chance I get, and at parties she gives me fuck-me eyes once or twice whenever we’re at dinner or on a boat, though she does that to everyone.

“My family’s away, so just come by anytime tomorrow afternoon,” she said as I was leaving last night. And here I am, the kayak paddle she requested in hand. It is astonishingly quiet, and I’m starting to feel awkward standing out here with this pristine lawn and the huge walls of trees on both sides. I should at least ring the doorbell.

Okay – deep breath. Ding Ding.

There’s no other sound. At all.

Again: Ding Ding.

And still a lot of nothing.

She did say anytime this afternoon. But then why would she wait around for me? This is just one of her games, teasing me like she teases everyone else. Of course. You got your hopes up for no reason, old man. She doesn’t care about you. I’m too old to be playing these games.

I could leave the paddle on the porch, but better to take around back to avoid getting it stolen.

“Hello? Charlotte?”

There’s no one here. I knew it.

I’ll leave the paddle up on the deck so she’ll notice it. I’ve always loved this deck, built like a castle – you can’t even see it from down here on the lawn. And to complete the illusion the stairs are hidden around the other side of the house.

Climbing up them I notice a noise. It must be carrying from the water. But no, it’s louder now and I can’t see anyone on the water. What’s going on?

It almost sounds like a cry for help; there’s something plaintive about the tone.

Nothing so far on the deck, but it does wrap around.

Oh my god.

That ass! It must be Charlotte. And the shorts! So short. Chestnut legs dangling behind on the deck. And the feet – yes definitely Charlotte. Thick-skinned and large, the only thing about her that’s not hot, and she knows it, which is why she never wears shoes. Or at least I’ve never seen her in any.

“Charlotte, is that you?”

“Jack, you made it!” A muffled voice, but definitely hers. Her body twists around in the dog door, trying to hide her near-nakedness but giving me a quick flash of her pink underwear through the stretched spandex of her shorts.

“You, uh, look great.”

“Fuck you, Jack. Help me, please.”

“What happened?”

“What does it look like? I locked the keys inside.” She rotates herself slightly, raising up so I can see through the suddenly very thin spandex to the treasure covered in a bright pink triangle and the bare, impossibly round mounds of her ass.

“I mean, if you got yourself into this position, you should be able to get yourself out. Right?”

“Don’t be an asshole. I’ve tried everything – I don’t know what happened. I think the frame might have shifted when I tried to go through. I really can’t move.”

It does actually look like the top of the dog door changed its angle; it’s certainly not straight across now.

“I was screaming for the lawn guys to come help, but they must not have heard me. Or seen me.”

“No, they probably didn’t see you.” Of course they didn’t: at that age, those boys wouldn’t have been able to contain their joy, even if they did just look and not touch. And they were miserable getting into the truck when I arrived. And they did have massive ear protectors around their necks. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they missed it.

“Well, can you do something? I’ve been stuck like this for more than an hour, and I don’t have my phone or anything.”

“Of course, of course – but let me sit down and enjoy the view for a little bit.”

“Jack!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Listen, I’m coming up behind you now, and I’m going to try to move the top of the door.”

She moves from the doggy style pose – how appropriate – to a position more on her side, so that the arch of her back isn’t pressing on the top of the door.

“Hi, Jack.”

“Hi, Charlotte.” We can finally see each other’s faces, now that she’s switched positions. She has a big smile and a flash of delight in her eyes, though she’s also sweating and flushed and her hair is wispy around her face.

“You know, you could have just asked me out.”

“Don’t be silly – this is how I ask out every guy I’ve dated.” She twinkles.

I’m suddenly conscious of my body. I have on running shorts – very short, bought years ago from the Goodwill and probably manufactured in the 1980s, the way they hug my package – and a tanktop, which I wore because it shows off my muscles. Not bodybuilder muscles, but muscles that do attract some female attention from time to time. My leg hair looks startling next to her impossibly smooth legs, like we’re different species.

I put one leg across her so I’m straddling her – there’s no choice, with her legs sprawled out – and start to squat down, aiming my hands for the top of the dog door. She shifts her posture a little bit and as I reach under the door the tips of my left-hand fingers come up against the underside of her breast. Her right breast, it must be. I’ve been lusting after these for years, as long as I’ve known her. They’re too big for her frame but oddly, wonderfully perky; there have been discussions, among a few of the guys when we’re at our drunkest, about whether they are fake.

There’s no way this wasn’t intentional, and I let my fingertips linger for an extra second, slowly navigating the underside of her sports bra before grabbing into the door frame.

“Pulling now – let me know if it changes.”

I pull, first gentler and then harder – not as hard I can but harder than this thin little dog door frame should be capable of holding. There is no movement. None at all.

“Wow – that’s…that’s really stuck.”

“Yeah, I told you. It got jammed or something when I was trying to crawl through. I’ve done it before, but I guess I’m just too fat now.”

“Don’t use that word – you’re husky, that’s the polite term.” She is of course not at all fat; her hourglass figure is, now that I’m up close and personal, all but made for porn. I could see it yesterday as she flaunted herself, but there’s something different about it now. I feel a little jump in my shorts.

“Fuck you, Jack. How are you going to get me out? If you don’t, I’ll tell me parents you were perving on me.” She gives her a butt a little wiggle, as if to emphasize the point.

I step back. “Listen, I’m starting to reevaluate things here…Who says I want to get you out?”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny… Wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?” Her voice is a bit frantic.

“I mean, you did ask me to bring a paddle here when you were alone. I should have figured you were kinky.”

“That’s not what I meant, Jack. I need to borrow the paddle – mine broke. But I did want to see you.”

“Would you prefer left cheek, right cheek – or both?” I say as I pick up the paddle.

“Neither!” She is strident.

“Listen, I’m going to try to use the paddle as leverage to get you out – but first you need a little punishment for getting yourself into this situation.”

“Jack, I’ve never seen this side of you.” She swings her ass upwards, almost in perfect doggy.

Thwack. It comes before she’s ready, before she thinks I would actually do it.

“Owww! That hurt, Jack. That was too hard.”

Thwack. Harder this time.

“Ohhhh!” Halfway between exhalation and grunt – all the way beyond words.

Thwack. Harder still, just a little bit.

She whimpers and sticks the ripe melons of her ass back farther, ready for more.

I set the paddle down and kneel close to her. She’s breathing very hard, and she turns her body so our eyes can meet. Seeing the pleasure in her eyes, I feel a process starting that will, I know, inevitably lead to a full, throbbing cock. At this point there’s no fighting it.

I move my hips back slightly, so I don’t hit her with it. “The paddle doesn’t leave a very good outline through the spandex. Let me get those off you.”

“Jack!” She seems to want to say more, but she resumes fully doggy and tilts her hips so I can grasp the top of her very small black shorts.

As I pull, the panties staring peeling off with them. For a moment I wonder if I should grab them and force them back up. But then it’s too late: they’re trapped in the shorts and I’m overwhelmed by the absurdly beautiful ass that is now halfway free from its casing.

She hums with pleasure as I reach around to the front and tug it down. One last pull at the side and the shorts fall to around her knees and I am fully face-to-face with the most spectacular ass I’ve ever seen. Rounder, bigger, tighter that any I’ve seen – how can it be all three at once? And yet it is. I notice myself inhaling too quickly. I want to bury my face in it. But it doesn’t feel right – not yet.

“Hey, are you just going to leave me here?” she whines as I stand up.

Thwack. Thwack.

“Ohhhhh! That hurts so much.”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I know it’s too many too quickly, and I can feel that I’m putting a little too much force into it because I’m so excited. My cock is at full attention so I’ve had to swing the paddle from a much higher angle.

“Oh my god.” She’s breathing very hard now, but they are slowing down.

Thwack.

“I’ve been wanting to touch your ass for as long as I’ve known you.”

Thwack.

“You tease literally everyone with it.”

Thwack.

“A national treasure like this deserves to be appreciated.”

Thwack.

Charlotte is panting now, and she moves her ass to the side a bit. She has tears on her face.

“Oh my god.”

I drop the paddle and kneel down behind her. Taking each cheek with one hand I massage them up and down. Squeeze them. Push them together and pull them apart. She groans and I notice a bit of moisture sweetening her slit, calling to my tongue.

“I have never wanted anything more in my life,” I say. And it might just be true.

Charlotte spreads her legs as wide as she can, given the constraints, and I start kissing and nibbling the perfectly symmetrical pillows that are wider – much wider – than my face.

“Ohh! Ohhhhhh!”

I flick my tongue along her lips, which are slightly puffed and taste a mix of sweetness and slightly acidic sweat. But the angles are all wrong, even as she tries to thrust her hips up as high as they go.

I flip onto my back and pull her hips down on top of my face. The damp bush – thinned to a strip in the middle – settles on my nose. It is a touch sour and all the more intoxicating for it. The sides are stubbly and scrape my cheeks. There is no way a girl as perfectly groomed as Charlotte would want someone to see her like this, not for the first time.

Which means this can’t have been planned. And it is really happening. I feel myself about to burst, and I push out my tongue, starting the back side of it on top of her clit, running it down across her lips and plunging it in between.

She’s shifted her torso, somehow, so that she fits on top without suffocating me. Her moans are almost screams now, and I move my hand from her hips down onto the perfect pillows, grabbing them tight and pulling her down farther onto my face. It’s so hard that, for a few moments, I can’t breathe and my tongue is moving furiously, focusing now on her clit. All the sweat is long gone, and now she tastes purely of herself.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her screaming is barely dampened by the door. If there’s anyone nearby on the water, they can hear the symphony of cries.

We are fully in sync, her hips grinding as my tongue races across the top of her lips, barely avoiding the clit. My hands are gripping hard and moving back and forth in time.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” She’s pulsating and her body is abruptly still, crying out. “Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

I relax my tongue and tilt my head back a bit to breathe.

“Get in me.”

A lustful groan escapes from me. I’m not sure I’ve heard myself do that before.

“Get in me. I have an implant. Get in me.”

She thrusts her hips up and I sit up quickly, turning onto all fours. My shirt comes off in one motion, and I kick my sandals off as I stand up. How did I not take those off earlier? Her shorts are sitting by her feet, pulled off as I got into position earlier. I drop my own shorts on top of them.

There is no easy way to do this. Standing up will be too far for her to reach her hips, so I will have to be on my knees. As I put her in position, I move her shorts under my left knee and my shorts under my right. Her gigantic, momentous ass is swaying in front of me, streaked purple in places and red all over. I slap it with my right hand, and then with my left.

“You fucking cocktease.”

“Be gentle.”

I hit her again, harder, and pull her hips back toward my cock.

Grabbing each side of her and pulling her lips apart, I guide myself into her. Slowly. Slowly for first plunge. Just the tip, and barely that. I want to savor every second of this young pussy.

“Oh my god, Jack – wait.” Her body pauses and she tries to push herself on me.

“Oh my god. Are you kidding me? Jack Fucking Alister is hung?”

“It’s not that big,” I say, truthfully. “I’m not a porn star – relax. There’s no rush.”

I reach down and spread her lips even wider. The tip goes in easier the second time, and I push very gently. It slips a little farther in, and for a few thrusts I take it very gently back and forth. The tip in, the tip out. In and out. In and out. She gets wetter almost instantly, and I start to push deeper.

“Oh my god, Jack.” I’m halfway in, and going farther.

“Jack, oh my god. You’re massive.”

I push deeper and deeper still, gently but firmly. My hands move to her hips and I pull her over me. We both want the same thing and I can feel our bodies in harmony, as I fully submerge.

She tenses. “Cervix. Cervix. Please.” I pull out most of the way and then go back in, not quite to the previous depth.

“Yes, my god. Yes! Not too deep.” Again, I pull out most of the way and plunge back to about three-quarters. She’s fully lubricated now and slides easily over my shaft with her lips.

She begins to move her hips faster, but I grab her ass from both sides and squeeze, slowing her down. We go at my pace now. A slow in and a slow out. Then slightly quicker for a few more thrusts. I’ve been turned on for so long now that I can feel I’ll burst at any moment.

“Fuck me hard, Jack. Fuck me hard.”

I grab her ass harder, not letting her push as quickly as she wants. “I want to savor this. Your ass needs to be worshiped.” I move each cheek separately, massaging up and down.

Slow pushes continue and inevitably turn faster, and then we are both moaning, her hips moving back and forth in time with mine. I’m not in all the way but still her peach of an ass still pushes into my hips as I thrust. I reach down and pull her cheeks back toward me so I can bounce my hips off them. She is screaming now with every thrust and I can feel myself ready to explode.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes. I’m ready”

“Come inside me – please. Oh. Yes. Oh.”

And I do explode, like my teenage self who hadn’t come for weeks. Two, three, four, five pulses of pleasure. She is gripping me tighter with each one, yelling breathily, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I wait inside her as the micropulses continue. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much. Ten seconds later and I’m still unable to move, the last waves of the orgasm rippling through me – and also, to judge by her movements, through Charlotte.

I pull out, and both our fluids are dripping from my cock, which remains at fullest attention.

“Fuck, Charlotte. That was amazing.”

“Ohhhh.” She collapses down onto her shins. “My god.”

…..

Round 2 is next

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