Where it happened: Boat on Walloon Lake
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My Mom and Dad had a cottage on Walloon Lake in Michigan. It’s the same Lake that Ernest Hemingway lived on for a number of years — a beautiful big lake — and we would go there every Summer when I was a kid and teenager.
I had this girlfriend, Carol,at the time. She was a junior in high school and I was a senior. We both had wanted to fuck each other so badly for such a long time, but never had the opportunity.One weekend, we invited Carol and her parents to come up to the cottage for a couple of days. We had lots of room for them to stay. My folks had known Carol’s folks for several years and were good friends.
Anyway, on this Saturday afternoon,I asked my Dad if Carol and I could take our Chris-Craft motorboat out for a ride on the lake. I knew how to operate it, and my Dad had no problem saying yes. We both had our swim suits on — a pair of red speedos for me, and a pretty black bikini for Carol. We got in the boat and took a spin around the lake. As I said, it is a very large lake, so this took some time. Then after a half hour or so, I found this sort of secluded little cove along the shore and steered the boat over there, and told Carol, “Hey Carol, how about our doing it right here. Nobody’s around. Let’s have our first fuck right here.” It was a glorious sunny afternoon. Very warm,and so, it wasn’t very long before Ihad my speedos off, and Carol took off her top and bottoms, and we were both naked there in the boat, on the back leather seat. I had a raging erection, and could hardly wait to push it into Carol’s beautiful body, but we decided to have a little love play before hand, just lying there and caressing each others bodies under the sun. She caressed my hard on and I kissed her beautiful breasts and then her stomach and finally her vagina. Finally we both couldn’t contain ourselves any longer, and she said, “Oh Tim, let’s fuck. Please fuck me!” And I slid my penis gently between her vaginal lips and entered her with two or three good thrusts, and after an initial gasp and wince on her part, we both got into a great rythmic action and I was soon exploding my manhood into her love cavity with all of the energy I could muster. She kept saying, “Oh God, this is good, Oh God this is so good, don’t stop!” And she felt so good to me, with the folds of her tight flesh completely surounding my penis and giving me orgasm after orgasm. We kept at it probably for a half hour or more, just enjoying the wonderful feeling of our joined bodies.Then, suddenly we heard this voice out of nowhere saying, “Hi kids, are you enjoying yourselves?” and I glanced up and saw these two fisherman, out in the lake quite a ways, smiling at us. The other one, said, “Need any help?” and I said, “No, thanks, anyway,” and they motored on down the lake. Well, after that, the mood was broken, and so Carol and I both put on our suits again, and started back to the cottage. We’d been gone quite awhile, and our parents, we thought, might begin to worry about us.
Going back, we both got kind of worried ouselves, because I hadn’t used any kind of protection and had just sort of thrown caution to the wind. We both had wanted each other so badly.
I guess God sort of smiled down on us that afternoon because fortunately Carol never got pregnant, and after that I always used a condom — until we got married a couple of years ago. Now, we fuck nearly every day. And sometimes, when we’re up at Walloon Lake in the Summer, we re-enact our first fuck in that big old Chris Craft. There is nothing better than making love, bare-assed under the sunny skies!
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