Mayas Slutty Summer

Maya's Slutty Summer

Notes: This is my entry in the SUMMER LOVIN 2024 story contest! It's my longest story yet, but there are plenty of chapter breaks (7 chapters in total) and lots of hot fucking interspersed throughout the story, so you can leave off and come back at any point if you'd like to get more than one wank out of it!

Please enjoy, and vote for me if you like the story. And as always, happy wanking!

-XOXO, Gemma

1.

"This year it was going to be different," Maya swore to herself as she disembarked from the plane, moving easily through the small town airport towards the passenger pick-up area. She'd spent the previous summers either working seasonal jobs or taking additional classes, so spending a long, lazy summer at her stepdad's lake house would be just what she needed to decompress before the facing the rigors of her senior year. She feeling more relaxed already as she imagined three whole months of nothing but swimming, soaking up rays, and reading trashy romance novels on a floating dock.

"And hopefully, fucking at least one guy! He doesn't even have to be a hot guy..." she thought ruefully as she descended towards street level on a long, slow escalator. Maya had always been something of an introvert growing up, a chubby nerd with such a single-minded focus on her studies that she never developed much of a social life. And forget about dating, she hadn't even kissed a guy until after she graduated. College had thus far proved to be only marginally more fun than high school; not only did the demands of the elite University she attended --not to mention the stringent terms of the scholarship she'd required to pay for it-- leave little time for partying, most of the guys in her Engineering program were even more socially awkward than her.

She wasn't surprised to see her step-dad Hank waiting alone to pick her up as she exited the airport. After all, she knew her mom would be busy with a renovation project all summer long while Hank, a high school History teacher, always took the whole summer off. What did surprise her was how sexy he was looking these days. His increased dedication to the gym was evident; the sleeves of his t-shirt strained to contain his swelling biceps now; washboard abs had been unearthed beneath what used to be a rather persistent beer belly, and clearly defined quads were visible under the inseam of his shorts. Hank was fully embracing his Zaddy era, and Maya couldn't believe the effect it was having on her.

"Quit thirsting over your stepdad, you perv!" she thought to herself as he loaded her bags into the trunk of his Volvo. Then she nearly swooned when he greeted her with a burly hug.

Over the course of the 45 minute drive from the airport to the lake house, they got caught up on the details of each other's lives. Maya had once again earned straight As, attended very few parties, and gone on even fewer dates. Hank struggled to understand why she didn't have a boyfriend yet. Sure, she'd been sort of a lonely bookworm as a teenager, but young adulthood clearly agreed with her, and now Hank found himself struggling not to leer at the inviting curves of her 20 year-old body. Not to imagine tongue-bathing her freckled, caramel-colored skin, fondling the swollen peachy softness of her fat ass cheeks, pulling them apart to...

"Snap out of it, Hank!" he mentally chastised himself. "You're still married to her fucking mother!"

The emotional distance between Hank and Nicole (Maya's mom) had grown even further over the past few months as she devoted herself single-mindedly to the renovation and redecoration of a nearby house across the lake. Her dedication was understandable, he though, yet something felt excessive, maybe even performative about her reasons for spending so much time at work. In fact, Nicole had been living lakeside for six weeks already and was barely around once he'd come to join her. He had the sneaking suspicion she was cheating on him, but he tried to banish the thought from his mind and turn his attention back to his step-daughter.

"Just promise me that this summer, you're going to properly unwind, maybe even try to have a bit of actual fun?" he gently chided her, playfully squeezing her thigh a bit before thinking better of himself and withdrawing his hand with suspicious swiftness.

While he wasn't her real father --Maya's biological father was a black man-- and he had only been married to her mother throughout her teen years, Hank found his paternal instincts in constant conflict with his lustful urges once Maya had blossomed into womanhood.

She'd spent most of her childhood living half of the week with her dad and half the week with her mom, until her dad remarried a women Maya couldn't stand and moved in with her mom. Hank moved in full time shortly thereafter. The first few years with Nicole had been pure bliss, the realization of his long-held desire to reignite a spark with the woman he'd considered to be "the one who got away." He'd never encountered a woman so sexually voracious before in all his life, which is why it was particularly painful that she no longer seemed attracted to him. Even the toned physique he'd worked so hard to acquire went mostly unremarked-upon by his distracted wife.

Maya could sense something was amiss between Hank and her mom. His hitherto cheerful demeanor faded when Maya brought her up, and his answers to her questions become briefer and more evasive. She was about to inquire further when the sparkling blue waters of the lake came into sight, completely distracting her from that line of questioning for the time being.

"I'm not even gonna unpack yet, I'm just going to dive straight into the water!" she exclaimed joyfully as soon as the Volvo pulled into the long, tree-lined driveway.

"That's the spirit!" Hank replied happily. "You can go get changed and I'll bring your bags up to your room!"

She leaned in to kiss his cheek in gratitude, but her lips landed on his upper neck instead, lingering a few seconds too long. Shivers ran down both their spines.

Nicole hadn't come home yet and therefore wasn't around to greet her daughter when she arrived. Maya experienced a brief pang of disappointment, but brushed the feeling aside.

"Good vibes only!" she reminded herself. "This is going to be my sexy, slutty summer and I'm not going to let my workaholic mom ruin it!"

She checked herself out in the mirror, a little self-conscious about how much skin her new bikini revealed. Unbeknownst to her parents, Maya had recently started taking birth control which caused her budding breasts to swell larger than they ever had before. She still wished they were a little bigger, if only to make her ass look less disproportionately huge. She turned around to examine her butt in the mirror. Each one of her cheeks was fatter than a Christmas ham. No matter what kind of bottom bikini she wore, the fabric got so wedged up in her crack that they all essentially devolved into thongs, but this was her first time wearing a thong for real. Damn near her entire rear end was exposed to anyone who cared to look. She styled her curly hair into two cute little afro puffs, applied some sunscreen to her appealingly freckled face, and sprinted towards the water.

"God DAMN!" Hank thought to himself as he watched her jiggling ass and titties bounce as she ran down the steps to the waterfront. "It's gonna be a really long summer if you can't stop lusting after your step-daughter..." he reprimanded himself before heading upstairs to his office to try and get a little writing done. His office was located on an open loft on the third floor of the lake house, but he often found himself working on the small balcony above the main deck when the weather was as nice as it was today.

An avid stargazer, Hank set up a powerful telescope with rotating eyepieces on the balcony outside his office. While he'd bought the scope with the intention of getting a clearer view of the Perseids meteor shower, he soon found himself unable to resist the temptation to indulge in a bit of cheeky espionage whenever his unique vantage point provided the opportunity. From his perch, slightly higher in elevation than the nearby houses, Hank could peer into almost every neighbor's windows (particularly at night when they left the lights on) and spy on the boaters drifting by (he'd seen a few topless sunbathers but nothing more).

He trained the lens towards the house across the lake Nicole was supposedly renovating. He still couldn't ignore the lingering suspicion that she was fucking her lead contractor, Raul.

However, the glare of the reflected midday sun prevented him from seeing through the newly-installed cathedral windows of the house they were working on, so he abandoned his search for confirmation of his suspicions for the time being. Scanning across the lakefront, the lens landed on the swimming platform where Maya loved to sunbathe. Located a few yards out from the edge of the kayak dock that stretched out into the lake from the shoreline, it was only accessible by swimming or boat. Sure enough, she was stretched out on a beach towel soaking up rays as per usual, only this time she was unexpectedly accompanied by Freddy, the neighbor kid.

He was happy to see his overly-studious stepdaughter not only hanging out with a guy close to her her own age, but really unwinding. He watched as they shared a couple beers, passed a joint back and forth, and grew increasingly flirty with one another. Initially, Hank was overcome with nostalgia. The scene transported his mind back 25 years, when he was Maya's age and enjoying summertime flings of his own on the very same platform.

When the young couple started kissing, he grew increasingly self-conscious about how long he'd been staring at the supine form of his bikini-clad stepdaughter. Now he was watching her make out with the neighbor, watching his inexperienced hands clumsily fondle her supple curves. Lust was overriding the innocence of Hank's nostalgia now, and he began entertaining troubling thoughts; the shameful transgression of spying on his on his stepdaughter only further inflaming his unspeakable desires. He swore to himself he would stop, he would turn away from the telescope and never think of his wife's baby girl in a sexual context again.

Then Freddy pulled her tits out of her bikini. Then off came both their swimsuits.

After quickly glancing around to make sure no one else was watching Maya and Freddy (and even more importantly, that no one was watching him watch them) he re-positioned the telescope and focused once more on the young couple. Freddy had already wriggled out of his bathing trunks, his pale white ass facing towards the lens. Maya appeared to be kissing her was down his scrawny chest, sinking to her knees in front of her 18 year-old neighbor.

In spite of himself, Hank was impressed by how skillfully and enthusiastically she sucked Freddy's dick. Her lips wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, she nuzzled her nose into his pubes and flicked her tongue over his balls. Not only was she deep-throating him hands-free, she was grabbing his ass cheeks for leverage as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Unsurprisingly, he was soon shuddering in the throes of an apparent orgasm, though it was hard to say for sure because Maya must has swallowed every drop of his cum, leaving no trace of it behind.

To his credit, Hank thought, Freddy immediately returned the favor, burying his face between her legs and feasting on her sex. Though the poor kid probably barely knew what he was doing, Maya seemed to be enjoying herself. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and writhed against his face in pleasure. Hank felt his cock throb when she moaned, either cumming or getting close enough to momentarily conclude their tryst.

He quickly backed away from the telescope and headed back indoors. Hank took a cold shower and tried to banish the enticing vision of his stepdaughter's hypnotic breasts from his mind. To his horror, he found not only that he couldn't force himself to stop thinking of what he'd seen, his hand had instinctively reached for his cock. After only a few pumps of his tightened fist, Hank was shooting ropes of jism down the shower drain while he imagined Maya sucking his cock.

2.

Freddy had been dreaming of this moment every summer since he was old enough to jerk off. He'd always harbored a crush on Maya, but until he turned 18, he figured the two year age difference kept him out of consideration. He'd been a little surprised about how quickly she moved to seduce him, but he was trying his best not to let his tendency to overthink blessings ruin the first and only blowjob he'd ever received.

"God Maya, that was fucking incredible." Freddy gushed, basking even more in the post-orgasm afterglow than the late June afternoon sunshine. "How'd you get so good at that?"

"Honestly?" Maya smirked, both pleased with the affirmation of her skills and a little embarrassed about how they were acquired. "I watched a lot of videos and practiced on the most realistic dildo I could afford."

Freddy grinned. "I'm low-key impressed! But I guess you were always pretty determined."

"Learning about how to suck a dick was a lot more fun than Navier-Stokes equations, let me tell you." Maya joked. They both enjoyed a tender chuckle and and moved closer together on the platform, dangling their feet off the edge and playing underwater footsie.

"Did you cum earlier?" Freddy asked sheepishly after a brief interlude of blissed out silence.

"Honestly, no..." Maya admitted sweetly before quickly following up with "but it felt really good! You've got patience and gentle persistence and those are very important qualities!"

"How can I make you cum?" he responded. "You made me feel so good, I just want to be able to do the same for you, you know?"

"I need to be penetrated to cum properly," said Maya dreamily, feeling perfectly sunbaked, buzzed, and horny. "I need a dildo, or better yet, a hard cock in my pussy while I rub my throbbing little clit to cum. But once I cum, I can cum over and over again. And I can squirt all over the place."

"That's so fucking hot, Maya."

"Think you can get hard again? I can show you." She reached for his half turgid boner, closed her fingers around it, and began to pump gently up and down.

"I like hearing you talk about how you like to get fucked. Has anybody ever fucked you that good?" he stammered, growing harder with each stroke.

"Only one guy has ever been able to make me cum," she told him, adding "not that I've fucked that many guys. It was just this past spring break. I was sharing a hotel room with Olivia at this resort in Cancun, and on the first night we met these guys. We had nowhere else to go, so we just brought both of them back to our room and fucked them side by side on both of our queen beds."

"That was the guy who made you cum?" he asked, fully erect now.

"No," she cooed, delighted by how horny he was getting as her dirty story unfolded. "The guy was really drunk so he could barely get it hard, and then he came really fast once he did. But the guy Olivia was fucking..." she recalled fondly, "it sounded like he could really fuck. He made her cum three times. He had her face down on the mattress, the pillows muffling her moans so they wouldn't wake up the loser I'd been unlucky enough to end up with --who was completely passed out by this point, by the way. So anyway, while he was balls-deep in Olivia, he looked over to my bed and made intense, unbreaking eye contact with me as he came deep inside her. I watched them fucking, and rubbed my clit until I came too."

"Then what happened?" Freddy asked, completely transfixed now.

"The next morning, Olivia left to go see some DJ spinning across town, leaving me alone in the room with the guy who'd spent the night in her bed. For the rest of the day, he pounded my pussy with his hard cock over and over again, making me squirt so hard we needed to call housekeeping to get the sheets changed. Knowing that he wanted me so badly that he couldn't take his eyes off me even while he was fucking another girl made me feel so desirable. And fucking him right after my friend made me feel like such a slut. And it made me realize: I like being a slut. How about you? You ready to fuck this slut with that hard cock of yours?

She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her dripping snatch hovering just above his protruding dick. "Are you a virgin Freddy?" she asked tenderly.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Do you still want to do it?"

"Of course! Now, are you ready for your first wet pussy?" Before he could reply, she reached down, guided his cock towards her opening, and sank the full weight of her ample ass onto Freddy's lap. After a few thrusts, he was balls deep inside her heavenly pussy. Somehow, the feeling of her soft, juicy vaginal walls clinging to his throbbing boner felt even better than he'd dreamed, and he'd spent hours dreaming of this very moment.

Maya was grinding wildly on top of her teenage lover, working his cock deeper into her with every movement. She reached for her clit, and after only a few minutes of determined frigging, she was convulsing uncontrollably from her pent-up orgasm, squirting all over Freddy and dampening the beach towel spread out beneath them. She leaned down to kiss him, and with surprising adroitness, he managed to roll Maya onto her back without extricating his penis.

"I want you to fucking pound me Freddy!" she mewed. "I want to feel your hot cum shooting into my pussy!" Maya bent her knees and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs as wide as she could. From this angle, Freddy's cock was hitting her just right and she felt herself on the verge of a her first entirely cervical orgasm.

Unfortunately, however, Freddy couldn't hold back any longer. The pussy was simply too good. He shot torrents of cum deep into Maya's womb, and then collapsed on top of her.

Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable sound of applause, punctuated by whoops and hollers. Maya looked out towards the lake and discovered that they're coupling had drawn spectators. A group of of four black guys and two black women drinking on a pontoon boat had been watching the whole time. The boaters all looked to be in their early to mid twenties, maybe only a few years older than Maya.

"Five stars!" cried the guy piloting the boat. "Truly a wonderful performance from both of you!"

"Lil' bro was fucking giving it to her!" another one of them shouted.

"Can you blame him? All that damn ass... no wonder his pull out game's weak as hell!" the first guy replied.

Upon their discovery, Freddy panicked and scrambled to pull up his swim trunks. Maya, on the other hand, made no attempt to cover up. He was shocked at how sexually brazen his formerly shy, nerdy neighbor was behaving.

"I don't recall giving you guys permission to watch us have sex," Maya said in a playful tone that let the collection of voyeurs know she was retroactively granting said permission.

"We would've said something earlier, but y'all looked pretty into it." The boat captain also appeared to be the ringleader of the group. So far, only two of the guys were hollering at Maya from the boat. The other two were apparently coupled up with the women on board, who were actively watching their boyfriends to make sure they didn't join in on the flirtation brewing between Maya and the other guys.

"We didn't want to interrupt until y'all were done, but we're trying to party with you! Are y'all done fucking?"

A wicked smile crossed Maya's face, and she shot Freddy a quick, flirty wink. "I think he might be done, but I'm just getting started!" She parted her legs, exposing her cum-filled pussy for all to see. Freddy could hardly believe his eyes. Was she inviting these strangers to fuck her too?