We pulled into the lane leading to the lake around 1:00. The gate was unlocked, as Chris had called her uncle earlier so he could unlock it. We got to within twenty yards of the lake where we parked and walked the rest of the way along a slightly overgrown path through a line of trees, and there it was. Standing on a sandy beach that was about fifteen feet wide and extending a good twenty yards in each direction the lake looked really serene.
The blue sky reflecting off the water with the shadows of the pine and maple trees on the far side swaying gently in the breeze. A white eight foot square raft anchored fifteen yards off the beach and a picnic table under the protective shade trees to our left. The image of each girl spread eagled on top of that picnic table flashed into my brain, as I whispered to myself 'oh my'. Rita turned to me, as if she heard something, but I kept looking out over the lake.
"Come on, let's get set up," announced Chris. With that, we put the coolers on the table and spread our towels on the sand. Chris had brought a transistor radio (yes, that's what we had back then) and got our favorite station on. I watched as each girl slowly removed her top and then the shorts to reveal a pair of conservative two-pieces. Each smiling as I watched. Each taking some time to bend over in front of me giving a view down the front as those beautiful breasts hung down. We already knew there wasn't going to be any messing around today, but they couldn't resist the tease.
"Come on. Last to the raft has to be the slave for the rest of the day," Chris yelled as she ran for the water, followed by Rita. I just stood and watched as those two tight little butts quivered as they ran. I didn't care if I was last, this was worth it. Besides, I wasn't the fastest swimmer, and would have lost anyway. 'Slave' for the rest of the day. Wonder what that would consist of. With these two, you never know.
About half way to the raft, I looked up and saw the two of them standing facing me. They each took one look at each other and then like checking out the area, pulled their bikini tops up freeing their breasts. Being the teases they are, they shook their shoulders back and forth. Chris's breasts bounced a bit more, but, man what a sight. The show didn't last long, as I think they were sure a visit from Chris's uncle would happen sometime during our stay, but they couldn't help themselves, and I certainly didn't mind.
Back on shore, I watched as the girls oiled up their fronts and long smooth legs. I knew if I had been given that job, I would have had to make sure each breast was covered in sun tan lotion. One can never be too careful.
"Bill, I think we both could use a Coke," I heard as I came back to reality. Ok, this is the 'slave' part. I suppose it could have been worse.
A while later we all heard an older man's voice from behind us.
"Hey Chris."
"Hey Uncle John. These are my friends, I think you know Rita, this is Bill."
"Hello Mr. Rodgers," as I stood, walked over, to extent my hand. Her uncle, never looking away as we shook.
"You look familiar."
"I've been to a couple of picnics at Chris's."
"Yeah, I kind of remember that. But I've seen you around from somewhere else."
"I also work that the local grocery store. Have for the last two years. Also, go to the same church as Chris and Rita."
"OK. That must be it. You going off to college too?"
"Yes. Southern. I'm supposed to go there in a couple of weeks to register. Will be a two day trip."
"What're think about majoring in?"
"Right now, Mechanical Engineering."
"Well, I wish you the best."
"Thank you Mr. Rogers."
"Call me John. My friends call me John," he said as he finally smiled back at me. I guess I passed.
"Thank you."
He looked around the lake before sighing, "It's been a while since anyone's been out here to use this. I'm glad you kids are getting some use out of it.
"Chris, you think you guys will be out here a lot?"
"Yeah, I think so. Mostly on Sunday afternoons, maybe during the week. Depends on everybody's schedule. Maybe just Rita and me sometimes."
"Maybe I'll take some time to kind of do some cleaning up. Getting some firewood for you in case you want to cook out. And put a combination lock on the gate so you can let yourself in and lock it after you're in, just to be safe. I don't think there is anything to worry about, but just the same."
"That would be nice Uncle John, and thank you for letting us use it. It is a whole lot nicer, and easier, than driving up north to the lake with all the screaming kids.
"Hey, you want a Coke?"
"Nah, that's fine. But thanks anyway. I think I'll just get back. Just wanted to make sure you were able to get in and everything is alright. Besides, like I said, it's been a while since I was here.
"Have a fun time. And, nice to meet you, Bill."
"Same here, John," I said with a smile.
With that, he turned and disappeared through the trees. We spent the rest of the day, sunning, playing Frisbee, swimming, and of course applying sun tan lotion to those gorgeous completely bare backs and smooth legs.
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The following week was Rita's turn to go to her school to register, and Chris and I were invited to go along. That meant that Rita's brother had to sit between her parents for the two hour drive to and from. He whined a bit, but Rita told him to knock it off, or there would be no more pizzas on the Friday nights I came over.
Once again, we all behaved in the back seat. Chris and I wandered around while Rita was completing her registration comparing this school to hers. We all had some lunch before going over to the dorm area. The three of us leading the way, laughing, joking, and occasionally touching, my hand on the small of each back. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by Rita's mom.
She knew we were close, at least she knew Rita and Chris were. I think she as a bit surprised as to how close I was with each of them, and how comfortable we all were with each other. A thought crossed her mind that maybe she would talk to Chris's mom in the coming week, and then perhaps a mother-daughter 'talk'.
We got back late afternoon and after sitting so close in the back seat there was an air of sexual tension. I went home to spend time with my parents and to have dinner before we all met back at Rita's. After hanging out for a bit, mainly waiting for it to get somewhat dark, as we were all anxious to get out to our 'spot'.
It had been over a week since their last 'release', together anyway, and it was evident that they needed it. As we left, I caught a glimpse of Rita carrying
that
same blanket from before as we hurried out the door. Things were about to get interesting. I think they each were naked thirty seconds into our drive, and were tugging at my shirt and shorts as I tried to stay on the road and. Once we parked, I was attacked with a fury. Who to satisfy first? The front seat of the car wasn't big enough.
"Outside," I heard Rita hiss, as we all piled out.
The moon was full and just enough of a breeze to keep the mosquitoes away as she spread the blanket on the soft grass before three naked, horny teenagers collapsed in a tangled heap. Bare skin, lips, tongues, hands, fingers everywhere - stoking, probing, kneading and pinching. Not a word being said. Just the sounds of lustful gasps, moans, groans, and heavy breathing with an occasional "OH GOD". I think they each came numerous times, either from me and/or each other. Each rode me with a vengeance.
There was no 'foreplay' as I watched breasts bounce and sway in the moonlight. This was not 'love making' this was primal SCREWING. It was the first time for this level of intensity - of need. What a difference. One to show tenderness and caring (loving?) and one to satisfy a primal need. I could get used to either.
I shot my final load with Chris on her hands and knees, her face buried in the blanket, her cute butt in the air as I pounded her pussy from behind, her breasts swaying as Rita watched and recalled how I had done the same to her minutes ago. She smiled as she reached over to tweak one of Chris's nipples before kneeling next to me to offer her nipples to my awaiting tongue.
Three satisfied teenagers laid together, a girl on each side, each resting a hand on my chest, soft breasts against each side, pubic hair brushing against each of my hips. I pulled each into a tight embrace as the car radio played softly in the background as we all basked in the afterglow of what we had just shared.
I softly spoke first, "Chis... Rita... I have a confession to make."
"You're gay?" I heard from Chris with a little giggle.
"No."
"You've found another girl friend with bigger boobs?" she continued as Rita laid there quietly against my side, her fingers making little circles on my chest.
"Wouldn't know what to do with all that extra flesh," I chuckled.
It was quiet for a few minutes before Rita softly said, "That you love us."
My voice cracked a few moments later, "Yes".
Moments later, "That's good. Because, we love you," Rita's voice cracking as I felt tears fall to my chest from both sides.
