I pulled up to the curb in the rental SUV outside of Laurie’s house at quarter past eight in the morning like we had agreed. We both worked at Clinton State University, hired through a student affairs grant that focused on increasing college student health education through organizing and delivering a series of workshops around the state. The grant was officially directed by Dr. Harper, but she delegated the majority of the actual labor to Laurie and me.

Laurie was the office manager, who mostly ran the daily operations of the grant. She was a curvy woman in her forties with curly red hair and freckles. For an older woman, she wasn’t unattractive, but she was too old for me. I was only twenty-four and in my first year of an MFA in film studies and composition at CSU. I was brought onto the grant as a graduate assistant to develop media and maintain our website (other duties as required). While the job didn’t pay much, it took care of my tuition, and I could work around my classes. Laurie, who was my unofficial boss, made sure it wasn’t too demanding.

After months of preparation, we were finally holding our first workshop at Lake Parchunes. Dr. Harper had already driven up to the resort while we picked up the SUV from the rental place (paid for by the grant) and loaded it up with all of our gear (also paid for by the grant), including a top-of-the-line video camera they had purchased for me to record the workshops.

“I’m here,” I notified Laurie through a text message.

“Running behind,” Laurie texted back a couple of seconds later. Then “Come in” followed.

I turned off the engine and climbed out of the SUV, already feeling irritable that I’d gotten up so early just to wait around for my coworker. I walked up the drive to the front door and knocked. “I said, come in,” Laurie called from the other side.

“Hi,” I said, entering the home.

“Matt, I’m so sorry,” Laurie apologized, looking frazzled. “I would have called, but it just happened at the last min-“

“Mom! I can’t find my charger!” a girl’s voice shouted from inside the house. A few seconds later, the girl herself appeared – an image of Laurie eighteen years younger, dressed only in a pair of grey and pink cotton booty-shorts and a matching bra. “Do you know where it is?” she finished.

“Meaghan, we have guests!” Laurie hissed urgently at her daughter. Her face had gone the color of her fiery hair. “Put some clothes on!”

Meaghan seemed to take notice of me for the first time. Her face registered an instant of surprise before settling into an expression of coy adolescent cool. I, of course, couldn’t help but admire her figure. She was slightly slimmer than her mother, more youthful, but had the generous proportions and large bosom. I caught myself staring and quickly shifted my gaze to the floor before either one of them concluded I was perving on my coworker’s teen daughter.

“Have you seen it?” Meaghan pressed.

“Meaghan!” Laurie shouted again.

“What?” Meaghan shouted defiantly.

“Get dressed!”

“I’m sure it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before,” the teen shot back.

I looked up again, questioning why I was being dragged into the middle of this.

“Go!” Laurie ordered with parental sternness.

“Ugh, fine!” Meaghan spun around on her heels and disappeared back down the hallway. I had just enough time to read the words ‘Hot Stuff’ emblazoned across her ass.

“Oh my god, Matt,” Laurie exclaimed, still blushing fiercely. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“It’s fine,” I said, hoping to just let the incident drop and get on the road as soon as possible. I was certain that Meaghan’s image would come back to me later that night as I was lying alone in bed, but that wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with her mother and my supervisor.

I’d met Meaghan a handful of times before, in passing. She was a freshman at Clinton State. She came by the office sometimes to run errands for her mother, and I’d occasionally see her on campus. We were basically on a wave-and-say-‘hi’ basis, but that was the extent of our relationship. Even though we went to the same school, we occupied very different social worlds. I was deep into my studies, while Meaghan, from what her mother told me, was deep into sorority life.

“As I was trying to tell you,” Laurie began again. “Meaghan was supposed to stay with her dad this weekend while we were away, but he cancelled this morning and I don’t have any other option. She’s got to come with us.”

“She can’t stay on her own?” I asked. “I mean, she’s eighteen. I’m sure she can look after herself.”

“Are you kidding?” Laurie returned. “The last time I left her alone, the neighbors had to call the police to break up a huge house-party.”

“Ah,” I said, smiling. At twenty-four years old, I felt like I could appreciate Laurie’s perspective as a mature adult, while still remembering the care-free attitude of adolescence. I wasn’t too far removed from my wild party days, myself.

“I’m sorry to do this to you,” Laurie apologized again.

“It’s not a problem,” I said, reassuringly. “There’s plenty of room. And the car will do most of the work of getting us there. It doesn’t really make a difference if I’m driving two or three people.”

“Thanks, Matt,” Laurie said. “I appreciate that.”

Laurie offered me a cup of coffee and a seat on the sofa while she hectored her daughter into getting packed for the weekend. It was another thirty minutes before Meaghan re-emerged in a dark red t-shirt and a pair of tight black leggings, dragging a suitcase behind her. I took it from her, and quickly loaded the additional luggage into the SUV. Soon, we were on the road.   

There wasn’t much to look at on the drive from Clinton City to Lake Parchunes. I followed the straight freeway through flat farmlands, cruising along at a steady seventy-five miles per hour. Laurie and Meaghan argued about the music. Eventually they settled on Laurie’s playlist, which Meaghan promptly tuned out, plugging in a pair of earbuds. She stared intently at her phone screen intermittently tapping at it. Meanwhile, Laurie had a file organizer in her lap and was sorting through paperwork.

It was almost two hours before we heard from Meaghan again. “Ugh. I lost the signal.”

Laurie picked up her phone and investigated. “Yeah, mine’s out, too.”

“Must be a dead spot,” I offered.

“How far is it?” Meaghan asked in a whiny voice.

I consulted the GPS display. “Still a couple of hours.”

“Ugh. This sucks. Why’d you have to have your workshop in the middle of bumblefuck-nowhere?” Meaghan complained.

“Meaghan! Language,” Laurie admonished her daughter.

“I’m so bored!”

“Do you want to help me with the files?” Laurie offered.

“No,” Meaghan sulked. I caught her face in the rearview mirror pouting.

“Then I don’t know what to do about it,” Laurie said. “When I was a girl, going on long trips with my family. we didn’t have phones or anything. We just had to learn to entertain ourselves. We survived.”

Meaghan made exaggerated faces behind her mother’s head rest and then put her earbuds back into her ears. Eventually Laurie caught on that her daughter was no longer listening, sighed, and returned her attention to the files.  

With the memory of Meaghan in her underwear fresh in my mind from that morning, I was probably checking my rearview more often than was necessary. I kept picturing her with her breasts all but bursting out of her bra – her nice round tummy, the way that her shorts rode low on her hips, and displayed the words ‘Hot Stuff’ stretched tight across two ample cheeks that peaked out from below. In quick darting glances, I watched her absently twirl her ginger hair in her fingers. I saw her rub her neck, her shoulders, her hand wandering slowly, casually drifting down across her chest.

Wait! What was this? Meaghan’s hand stopped on her breast as if she’d simply just forgotten it there as she focused on the passing scenery.  But no, her fingers began to subtly flick back and forth over it, raising her nipple to firm attention. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, clearly enjoying the feeling she was producing for herself. Her hand cupped her breast fully, and she gave it a not-too-gentle squeeze.

I had to take my eyes off her to overtake a slow-moving RV. When I checked the mirror again to make sure it was safe to switch lanes, I found Meaghan’s eyes looking back at me. She gave me a devilish smile, and raised her finger to her lips, signaling me to keep quiet. Then she began to lift her t-shirt up to her neck, exposing the same bra from earlier. Her nipple poked far more prominently through the fabric. Her fingers went to it, circling the proud protrusion with renewed interest.

I could feel a tight tingling sensation building in my jeans. I looked over to Laurie, to see if she suspected anything. She was absorbed in her work, totally unaware of her daughter’s display directly behind her.

Meaghan treated first one breast, then the other to the attention of her fingers over her bra. After a minute, she glanced quickly around the car, first one side, then the other. She turned to look behind her, but the only other traffic on the road was the RV we’d passed fading into the distance. With a mischievous grin, she reached around behind her back and unfasted the bra. The cups fell away from her big tits with beautiful pink nipples standing hard at their summit.

I watched her for a few more minutes in the rearview, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples. The action came to an abrupt stop when Laurie bent forward to pick up her bag from the floor by her feet. In a hurried movement, Meaghan pulled her shirt down over her chest, and then swiped her bra from the car seat onto the floor. Laurie searched for a minute through her bag.

“Gum?” she offered, withdrawing a peppermint pack.

“Uh, no thanks,” I said, nervous that she’d spot my very obvious erection beneath the steering wheel. Thankfully, she didn’t take notice.

“Meaghan, gum?” Laurie asked, extending her arm beyond her seat.

“Thanks, mom,” Meaghan said, accepting a stick and returning the pack to her mother.

“How’s the filing going?” I asked, trying to distract myself from thinking about the show her daughter had put on in the back seat.

“I should have done it at the office,” Laurie said. “But we just had so much to do before we left. It’s coming along, but it’s slow.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“I’m sure I can get it done before we get there,” Laurie said. She placed her bag back on the floor, and started sorting through the papers again.

I kept looking back at the mirror, but Meaghan left her shirt in place, and her hands were out of my view. However, her eyes caught mine. I saw them cast downwards, and then back at me. Taking the hint, I adjusted the mirror to take in more of her. Her hand was between her thighs, running over the crotch of her leggings. Then I saw her fingers slip inside, her knuckles pressing against the sheer fabric. When they emerged, they were slick and shiny with her juices. I watched her suck them clean, one by one.

My erection was pushing urgently at the front of my pants, begging for attention, but there was nothing I could do about it. At the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to look away for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

Meaghan continued to work her fingers beneath her leggings. Her face took on silent expressions of sensual joy as she fingered herself. After several minutes, she paused for long enough to raise her ass from the seat and the pull her leggings and underwear down to ankles. Her knees were parted and her shaved pussy gleamed pink and wet in the sunlight. I watched her fingers rubbing quick urgent circles around her swollen clit, flickering over it, slipping down into her wet crevice, pushing inside herself, then back to her clit again.

Within minutes, Meaghan’s eyes squeezed shut tight in sweet ecstatic agony. Her thighs clamped down on the hand between them, and she rocked forward in her seat, her body shuddering. Her other hand was clenched so tight, her knuckles turned white. She raised her fist to her mouth pushing back every urge to cry out in ecstasy. For a few seconds it seemed uncertain whether she’d win the battle with herself for silence.

Gradually, the tension subsided. The hand she’d held captive between her legs was released, and replace the other one in her mouth as she licked the creamy juices from her fingers. Then she pulled her pants back up, favored me with another devious smile and shot me the middle finger. She looked at her phone, picked it up excitedly, and began to tap at it again. I guessed the signal must have returned.

“I’m going to pull over up here at the rest stop,” I announced as we passed a sign that said our turn-off was upcoming. Even though Meaghan’s show was over, my erection persisted stubbornly, insistently, desperately. It was all I could do not to reach down and stroke it through my pants, knowing that if I did, it would certainly draw attention to it. Even if I somehow got away with it, I could feel myself on a hair-trigger of excitement that could quickly go off and create a sticky situation.

Soon, we pulled into the parking lot of a mega truck-stop complex advertising the “Cleanest restrooms in the State.” I quickly sprang from the car and rushed inside, slightly hunched over to hide my hard-on. Without pausing, I located the men’s room, and walked quickly to the first available stall, slamming the door behind me.

In an instant, I had my cock out, gripped tight in my fist, and jerking it furiously as images of Meaghan flooded my mind. I felt the tension in my groin rapidly build and explode as I reached climax in about a minute. Streams of cum shot out of the tip of my cock, splashing into the toilet water. Little thick white clouds, sinking to the bottom of the bowl. It took another minute to completely drain myself and wipe up any residual cum that had dribbled down my cock. As I flushed the toilet, I allowed myself one more minute to enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm, and to compose myself before washing my hands and leaving the rest room. Meaghan and Laurie were waiting for me when I got out.

“You okay?” Laurie asked looking concerned.

“Yeah, is everything alright?” Meaghan added with a subtle smirk.

“Yeah, fine. Why?” I answered. 

“You bolted pretty quick,” Meaghan said a little too knowingly.

“We thought you might be sick,” Laurie agreed.

“No. I just really needed to go,” I said. “I was just about to burst,” I added with a side-glance at Meaghan. She smiled back at me, knowingly. “Anyway, while we’re here, why don’t we get something to eat.”

“Good idea,” Laurie said.

After a quick lunch of burgers and fries, we got back into the car. There was still another hour to go, but after leaving the freeway, the drive became more scenic as we wound our way through hills and trees and around a number of lakes that weren’t Lake Parchunes, until we finally arrived at the right one.

Laurie checked us in at the front building, where there was a lobby, a restaurant, a bar with a deck overlooking the lake, a business office, a gym, laundry services, and a meeting room, which was ours for the workshop. Everything was rustic in aesthetic but modern in conveniences. We left our registration stuff with the clerk, and then followed his directions around the lake about a quarter of a mile to our cabins.

The cabins, like the front building, were all wood cottage interiors, but with perfectly made beds, a large screen television, air conditioning and all the other amenities anyone could ask for. As I brought my stuff inside, I wondered at how fortunate I was to stay in a place like this when my budget could barely afford a room at a Red Roof Inn. But the grant was paying, so Laurie had set us up in style.

After fifteen minutes, a knock came at my door. I got up off the bed where I’d been relaxing to answer it.

“So?” Laurie asked as I opened the door to her. “What do you think?”

“This place is amazing,” I said. She looked pleased with herself. “So, what’s next?”

“Can you help me set up the registration table for the workshop?” Laurie asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed.

Technically, my job was just to be the cameraman and film the workshop, but I felt guilty being in such a nice place and not doing anything to help out. Laurie and I drove back to the front building, and the clerk showed us where we could get set up. Laurie had come prepared with signs to guide attendees to the right place, as well as the individual registration packets she’d assembled in the car with all kinds of information and materials.

With everything organized, it didn’t take us long to put the table together. I sat with Laurie, making idle small talk for around an hour until Dr. Harper stopped by to check on us. She was very pleased with how professional everything looked. For another half hour, she talked happily about who was coming and what they were going to do and how things were in the health education department. While Laurie was politely listening, none of it really interested me.

The first few attendees began to show up around quarter to four. We greeted them, checked them in, handed out our packets, and made sure that everything was to their liking. Everyone knew Laurie because she’d been the organizer communicating with them for the past month, and they knew Dr. Harper as their colleague. They mostly ignored me - just a guy handing out bags. I was almost glad to see Meaghan appear twenty minutes later. She looked how I felt.

“I’m bored,” Meaghan complained loudly to her mother.

“Dr. Harper, you remember Meaghan, right?” Laurie said, pointedly drawing her daughter’s attention to the fact that her boss was standing right there, and this was no place for making a scene.

“Hi Meaghan,” Dr. Harper said. “How’s your freshman year going?”

“It’s good,” Meaghan said, looking like she’d rather talk about anything other than school.

“Meaghan’s dad cancelled on us at the last minute,” Laurie explained. “She won’t cause trouble.” Then she turned to her daughter. “Listen, Meaghan, sweetheart,” she said, hoping to quell her daughter’s whining. “I’ve got to work until seven tonight. There’s lots of things to do here. I saw they have kayaks. Maybe you could go kayak around the lake?”

“By myself? Lame,” Meaghan protested.

“Excuse us,” Laurie said, and escorted her daughter out of the room.

Another attendee came. I fumbled through the various packets, trying to make sense of Laurie’s filing system, but I wasn’t sure where she kept everything. A few minutes later, Laurie beckoned me to come out into the hallway. I looked at Dr. Harper, who seemed deeply involved in conversation with the attendee. It seemed safe to step away and leave them.

“Matt, listen, I know this is totally unprofessional,” Laurie said. “You can say no if you want, but would you mind taking Meaghan kayaking?”

I gave the girl a curious glance.

“She doesn’t want to go alone,” Laurie explained. “And I think we can manage okay here without you. So…”

“Sure,” I agreed, trying hard to keep my excitement under wraps. While I knew Meaghan could be trouble, I couldn’t help but be thrilled at what the afternoon might have in store for us. Besides, anything was better than sitting at that table for the next three hours.

“Thanks Matt,” Laurie said. “I owe you one.”

I followed Meaghan down a dirt path that led to the shore where a row of plastic kayaks were waiting. Next to the kayaks was a shed with a magnetic lock. I swiped my keycard in front of it, and the door opened. Inside, we found paddles and life jackets.

“What was that about?” I asked when I was certain we were out of earshot.

“What?”

“In the car,” I clarified.

“You didn’t enjoy it?” Meaghan asked.

“No, I’m not saying that. It’s just…”

“I told you,” Meaghan said. “I was bored.”

“You were bored?” I repeated skeptically.

“It passed the time, didn’t it?”

“Oh my god!” I said. “You’re crazy!”

“I saw the way you were looking at me this morning, when you saw me in my underwear.”

“Like what?”

“You were pretending to be all shy and modest, but you looked.”

“What would you do in my position?” I asked.

“I’d probably look, too.” Meaghan answered. “I’ll tell you something else.”

“What?”

“I didn’t mind being looked at.”

Meaghan gave me another of her mischievous grins, snapped the life jacket tight across her chest, and picked up one of the paddles. I did the same and followed her back out of the shed. We dragged a pair of kayaks down to the water line, and carefully got in. We paddled along the shore for a while, rounded a point and came to a wide inlet with a small island in the middle. It was really nothing more than a big smooth round rock sticking out of the water with some trees growing on it, but we decided to head for it.

When we arrived, we pulled our kayaks up onto the land so they wouldn’t float away. It took all of five minutes to scout out the island. We only found a few broken beer bottles and a cracked and faded plastic lunch box. Having exhausted our curiosity about the island’s earlier inhabitants, we sat down by the water and listened to the small waves lapping against the rock.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked after a minute had passed.

“We could go swimming,” Meaghan suggested.

“Swimming?” I repeated. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“Neither did I,” Meaghan said, standing. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, and then removed her bra. She dropped the clothing in a pile and stood there with her big beautiful tits exposed to the lake.

“Skinny dipping?” I asked.

“You’ve seen me,” Meaghan argued, kicking off her sandals. “Seems only fair, I get to see you, too.”

“What if we get caught?”

“Then we’ll make some old pervert very happy,” Meaghan shot back, then gestured to the lake. “Look, Matt. There’s no one around. It’s fine. Don’t be a little bitch.” With that she yanked her leggings and underwear down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

I’d already seen her body – in bits and pieces, through the rearview a split second at a time while we were driving. Now, I took it in all together – the fullness of her breasts, the slight curve of her belly, her hips and thighs, the way her abdomen tapered into her smooth shaved mound of her pussy, the round curves of her ass. Without her mother around, I did little to hide my appreciation. My cock twitched excitedly in agreement.

“I’m not a little bitch,” I said, removing my shirt. I watched as Meaghan’s eyes greedily scanned my torso and drifted to my pants with eager anticipation. I paused and looked around to see if we were being watched, but the lake was calm. I undid my pants and slid them down my legs.

“Mmm,” Meaghan hummed, eying my cock with clear approval.

“I could say the same about you,” I said.

Meaghan smiled and stepped towards me.

“What about swimming?” I asked.

“I just thought of something else I’d rather do.”

She reached out and took hold of my cock, giving it a gentle, tentative squeeze. It twitched and swelled in response. As I hardened in her hand, her grip firmed and she began to tug at it. I moved my hands up to her breasts, feeling their fleshy weight.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these all day,” I said. “You’ve been driving me crazy, you know.”

“I know,” Meaghan admitted. “But it’s been too much fun.”

“I’m not complaining,” I said.

I squeezed her tits and felt her nipples pressing into my palms. Meaghan moaned and pushed her body against mine, trapping my full erection between our bellies. She reached up, grabbed my head, pulled it to her and kissed me. As I returned the kiss, I let my arms circle around her, slipping down to roughly grab her ass. She yipped in surprise, and then turned her head and laughed.

“Okay?” I inquired, smiling down at her.

“More than okay,” she answered. “That feels great, keep doing that.”

We resumed kissing while my hands gripped, lifted, and spread her ass cheeks. After a minute, Meaghan broke the kiss and pushed away from me. She took hold of my cock which had been throbbing in need of attention. Then she dropped to her knees on the smooth warm rock, so that she was face to face with it. She directed it to her lips, giving it a little kiss, then another. I felt her tongue dart out to taste the tip, and circle around the head, wetting it with her saliva and deliciously teasing me.

Meaghan’s free hand went to my balls, cupping them gently as she continued to kiss and lick my hard cock. Her finger stroked my perineum. Finally, and suddenly she took me all the way into her mouth. I felt her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock. The sensation made me groan with pleasure.

Meaghan withdrew my cock from her mouth. “You like that?” She asked, looking up at me with her pretty freckled face.

“Mmm, yes,” I answered. I grabbed a handful of her red hair at the back of her head, guiding her back to my needy erection. She readily complied with renewed enthusiasm. She kept her eyes on my face, watching my expressions of enjoyment. “Fuck, you suck cock so good,” I encouraged her. It was true. I wondered how an eighteen-year-old could be so skilled with her mouth.

Meaghan wrapped her hands around the back of my thighs and pushed her face as far as it would go to the base of my cock. I felt myself slipping deep down her throat as she took me all the way inside of her for a minute. Then she pulled back, spitting out my cock, silvery with her thick saliva, and gasped for air.

“That felt so fucking amazing,” I said. Meaghan looked pleased with herself. After a few deep breaths she resumed the blow job, humming and moaning loudly. The vibrations reverberated all down my shaft and deep into my balls. She repeated her deep-throating trick several times. I felt myself nearing my edge, but I wasn’t ready to cum just yet.

“I want to taste you,” I said, pulling away from her.

I grabbed our discarded clothing and spread it out to create a make-shift bed for her. She lay down, her back against the rock, her breasts falling to either side, her knees bent, and her legs parted. She ran her fingers along her pussy, invitingly. I bent down between her thighs, inhaling the smell of her. With my fingers I spread her lips apart, admiring the glistening pink flesh between them. Then I pressed my face into her, my tongue jutting out, and licking her slowly from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit.

“Oh my god,” she cried.

I continued licking, probing with my tongue, then with my fingers. I sucked her swollen clit between my lips, and hummed gently, making her squirm and clutch handfuls of my hair. Meanwhile, my fingers slid along her slippery crevice, and dipped inside of her, exploring her from within.

“Fuck! Yes!” she shouted loudly, and then continued in a series of loud inarticulate moans and groans. I looked up at her face, seeing it contorted in ecstasy. I loved the feeling of being in control of her body, causing every little gasp, moan, or twitch. I moved my fingers deftly inside her as I gave attention to her clit with my tongue, flicking and a circling it and lapping up her juices.

“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” She yelled suddenly after a few minutes.

“Yes, give me that fucking cum, you dirty girl,” I returned.

“No, don’t stop!” she demanded. “Keep licking my clit the way you were. Fuck, I’m so close! So fucking close! Ohhhhh!!!...”

She gripped my hair so tight, I thought she might rip out clumps of it in her fists. Her thighs locked around my ears, trapping my tight against her pussy so I could barely even breathe. I could feel her entire body shudder and shake with the force of her orgasm as a flood of creamy juices flooded into my face.

Gradually her orgasm passed, and she released my head from her intense grip. I looked up at her again, panting and smiling.

“I… It’s never been like that before,” she said. “That was so fucking intense.”

“We’re not done yet,” I said.

I crawled up over her body until we were face to face. I started kissing her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. With one hand, I reached down and grabbed my desperate aching cock, guiding it to her opening. Impatiently, I pushed inside of her, eliciting a loud gasp from her.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” I said, as I pulled out and rammed back inside of her.

“Me, too,” Meaghan agreed. She wrapped her legs behind my back. “Fuck, it feels so good to be filled up with you. You’re bigger than the other guys I’ve been with. So… fucking… big…”

“Yeah, you teasing little bitch. This is what you get. I’m gonna go deep in your tight little pussy. I want you to feel me all the way inside you.”

“So deep.”

“All fucking day you’ve been fucking with me. Now I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

“Yes! Give it to me.”

We continued to exchange dirty talk as I thrust myself repeatedly, fast and hard into her. Her pussy felt amazing around my cock, tight, warm, wet, squeezing it from every side as I slid in and out of her. I could hear the wet slapping of my balls against her ass every time I pounded myself into her. Her nails clawed down my back. The pain mingled with the pleasure, taking it higher. I watched Meaghan’s face, her eyes going wild, her breathing hard, her features in beautiful ecstasy. After several minutes passed, I pulled out.

“What?” she asked. Her expression had changed to one of nervous confusion. “Are you alright?”

“Get on top,” I commanded.

Meaghan’s face instantly brightened again. She slid out from beneath me, and I took her place on the thin bed of clothes. Meaghan straddled my cock, pointing eagerly skyward. She took hold and lowered herself on to it until our pelvises met.

“Is this what you want?” she asked.

“That’s it,” I affirmed. “Ride my cock.”

“I’m going to use you like my own personal fuck stick,” she promised as she began to grind her pussy against me, keeping me deep inside her. Her fingers went to her hot swollen clit rubbing urgent circles. My hands went to her ass, grabbing it hard, pulling her lips apart and at the same time guiding myself even deeper inside her.

I looked up at her beautiful flushed face with her curly red hair cascading down around it. She was clearly enjoying being in control. She lifted herself up slightly, and then let herself fall, repeatedly impaling herself on my diamond hard cock. Her thighs clapped loudly against mine, and her big tits were bouncing rhythmically above me. I reached up to them, grabbing them roughly in my hands again, and gave them a hard squeeze.

“Fuck yes! Pull my nipples,” Meaghan instructed. I pinched them between my thumbs and forefingers, and gave them a quick sharp yank. “Fuck! Again!” she ordered.

“You like that, you dirty little slut?” I asked as I continued to manhandle her tits. “Does your fucking mother know what a filthy little cunt you are?”

“Fuck you,” she shouted back. “This dirty pussy is going to fucking cum all over your big nasty dick.”

“I’m going to make your pussy fucking cum, so hard,” I agreed. “And then I’m going to fill that dirty hole of yours with all my hot cum. I’m going to fucking flood the inside of you.”

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

“I bet your mother doesn’t even know what a dirty little slut she raised,” I continued pushing myself insistently up into her as her body came down hard on me. “I bet she doesn’t know how fucking good and nasty you can fuck.”

“She doesn’t! Fuck! I’m almost there. Almost…”

“Fucking cum for me. Show me how fucking dirty you are. Show me what your mother doesn’t know, you fucking slut.”

“Oh FUCK!” Meaghan groaned deeply followed by a long low guttural growl. I felt her pussy contract around me as her body tensed and shuddered for her third orgasm that day.

It quickly pushed me over the edge of my own orgasm. I felt my muscles tighten and my eyes squeezed shut. I grabbed Meaghan’s hips hard and pulled her forcefully down onto me, wanting to go as deep as possible inside of her as my cock throbbed and pulsed. My balls contracted as I felt myself shoot load after load of my thick hot cum far inside my coworker’s beautiful teenaged daughter.

Eventually our bodies began to relax. I opened my eyes to find Meaghan still resting on top of me, smiling down at me.

“That was fun,” she said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

With my erection fading inside of her, she lifted her body off of mine. I slipped out, and so did a load of my thick white cum, dripping down her thigh and onto my abdomen.

“Shit,” I said. Examining the sticky mess.

“It was really a lot,” Meaghan said. She ran her fingers through the cum on my stomach, and then sucked them. “Not bad,” she said appreciatively.

We cleaned ourselves off in the lake, splashing around and playfully touching each other, before climbing back up onto the rock and letting the sun dry us, while we quietly watched the lake and enjoyed the free feeling of being naked in nature. After some time, we finally got dressed and paddled our kayaks back to the resort. By the time we arrived the sun was starting to set.

“Did you two have a good time?” Laurie asked, seeing us coming back up the path. Most of the attendees had arrived and were on the balcony enjoying the view and glasses of wine.

“It wasn’t too boring,” Meaghan responded. I barely managed to hold back my laughter.