Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

“Of course. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, remember? You looked at me. Why couldn’t I look at you? Besides, I was curious if you’d take after your dad or… my side. Sometimes I even pulled back the sheet to get a better look.”

“I had no idea.”

“Mmm hmm. Your dad got a lot of midnight blowjobs back then.” She laughed at a sudden memory. “Do you remember when you stopped bothering to hide your morning erections?”

I nodded and felt my face go hot.

“I pretended not to notice, but I loved seeing your cock like that, ramrod straight and begging for attention.” Her eyes flashed with heat. “And then you started having sex with Susan. She used to brag—tease, really—about how big you were, how good you felt inside her.”

“She did?”

“All the time,” she said matter-of-factly. “She knew how horny it made me. That’s why I started fooling around with you.” She gazed into the past and smiled. “I couldn’t help myself. I wanted you so bad.”

My cock felt hard enough to cut steel, but it swelled at the sound of lust in her voice.

She came back to the present and gave me a smoldering look. “You’re the perfect combination: long and thick.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“For pure looks,” she said thoughtfully, “I like longer cocks, like your dad’s. For sucking, I prefer average. My jaw eventually gets tired with a really big one. But for fucking, I want a nice, thick cock.”

“Good to know,” I said, without a trace of sarcasm.

“Mmm hmm. That’s why I’ve been hot for you for years. You’re long enough to look good, even when you’re soft, but especially when you’re hard. You’re probably a bit thicker than I like for a blowjob marathon, but that isn’t going to stop me. And your size is absolutely perfect when you fuck me.”

“Like now,” I said huskily. “Sit up.”

She did, and I gripped my swollen rod. She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder while I found her opening and set the tip against it. Then she sat back and impaled herself. She groaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. I echoed her groan when her molten heat enveloped my manhood.

“Perfect,” she whispered. Then she began riding me.

I squeezed her breasts and swirled my tongue around her nipples. We continued like that for several minutes. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. Our bodies moved in an age-old rhythm. She finally broke the spell.

“Take me from behind.”

She climbed off my shaft, moved to the side, and put her hands on the edge of the tub. She looked at me expectantly as I moved behind her and admired her round ass. Then I aimed my hard-on at her pussy and eased into her. She reached down to play with her clit as I did.

I slid into her with little effort, and she groaned at the sensation of fullness. Then I put my hands on her hips and began thrusting, slowly at first, but with mounting speed and force. She braced herself against the brick coping with outstretched arms. She panted and begged me to fuck her harder, so I pounded until she cried out with a mini-orgasm.

My own orgasm felt like it was hours away, so I slowed down and settled into a rhythm. I fucked her for what seemed like a minute but was probably more like five. She shivered as another little orgasm coursed through her. I cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples to add to her pleasure.

We switched positions again. She rolled to her back and supported herself with her elbows on the brick coping. I lifted her hips and spread her legs. Then I aimed my cock at her opening and eased into her.

I began fucking her with long, steady strokes. Unfortunately, she quickly grew tired of holding herself up with her arms, so I lifted her toward me. She gratefully wrapped her arms around my neck and supported herself with her legs around my hips. I turned and sank onto the bench.

We settled into the new position, and she rocked her hips to keep my cock moving inside her. I held her at the waist and looked into her eyes. She stared back at me intently, locked in a trance of impending climax. Her breasts rose and fell as she arched her back to fuck me. I clenched my buttocks to thrust into her each time our hips met. I felt the pressure building in my balls, but it still seemed far away.

A moment later she arched her back and leaned away from me. Her puckered nipples pointed at the dark sky, and her fingers dug into the cords of my neck. She cried out with pleasure as her pussy convulsed around my shaft. I held her ass and pulled her against me, burying myself even deeper inside her. She closed her eyes and rode the waves of orgasm.

She eventually came to her senses and sagged in my arms. I pulled her upright and paused to admire her cleavage. Then I met her eyes.

I grinned. “Good?”

“Perfect,” she said wearily. Then she realized that my cock was still hard and still inside her. “You didn’t come?”

“Not yet.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll—”

I shook my head. “I have an idea.”

“What?”

“I wanna come on your face.”

Her eyes flashed with excitement.