Muskoka Ch.03

Chapter 3 is finally released, after much anticipation! I urge you to read and comment on the other two chapters, but if you don't I won't hold it against you. Because why would I? That's pretty stupid isn't it? Thanks everyone for your support, the final chapter should be up within two weeks!

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My heart was a bass drum booming in my chest as I followed closely behind my ginger haired goddess, both of us leaving liquid footprints in our wake. The trees were swaying, matching the unease I felt burying itself in my stomach.

We had already taken the steps to this point, so why was I so nervous to take the step that included driving my raging hard-on as deep inside of her as I could? I wasn't a virgin, but something about being with Cassie made me feel like a new person again. I didn't want to screw up, I wanted to make her feel as incredible as she made me feel.

She didn't even bother to cover up as she peeled her skin tight suit off her curves, slowly pulling it from her shoulders. Innocently coy looks were shot in my direction as she struggled to force the tiny bathing suit off her gentle frame.

By the time it got down below her chest I thought I was going to have an aneurism. The waiting was incredibly painful but oh so worth it. Little droplets of water wiggled down her bosom, making veiny, watery pathways across the milky white skin they were caressing. Her dime sized nipples were shining in the moonlight, begging to be licked and sucked in the most sensual way.

Reaching her tummy with the suit, she turned away from me and my mouth opened in protest. I didn't have time to voice my concerns before she slid the crumpled cotton prison down over her quivering, praise worthy ass. The fabric was then pulled tight against her upper thigh as she shook it, making the enormous globes of meat shake like they were being rocked by an earthquake.

Finally, it dropped down around her ankles. My breath was stuck in my throat, keeping me from telling her how astonishingly beautiful she was.

The pale light of the moon was surrounding her like a spotlight, giving me my own private show to a scene that few men would ever see. Her hair was still wet and messy, lightly tangled from our swim. That only served to give her a more ravishing, wild look as she bent down to pick up the suit.

She was purposefully taking her time with the task, letting my eyes follow her legs all the way up to her adorably tiny butthole. Her hands grabbed either side of her slick cheeks and pulled them apart with a leisurely tease. At last, I was treated to not only her bum being spread, but the juicy lips of her sticky pussy being spread like butter on a biscuit.

The suit was thrown at me and I barely had enough of a mind left to react to it, leaving me with a face covered in water and a bathing suit. After a time, I managed to regain my composure and plucked the suit from my face. I was surprised to see Cassie standing mere inches from me, chest rising and falling in a broken breathing pattern that suggested she was just as nervous as I was.

"Your turn." She whispered to me. Her voice had hints of hesitation, like she was afraid of sounding so eager.

Any chance of turning back evaporated the moment her hand clutched my towel, yanking it down and exposing the pole that was straining to find a way out of my swim trunks. She licked her lips, seemingly involuntarily.

There was a quiet stillness falling over the trees around us, the leaves were holding their breath in suspense to see what would follow. They didn't get the show they were looking for, as Cassie took off like a bat out of hell towards the door linking my bedroom to the outdoors.

She didn't have to wait long for me to keep up; I bolted inside as fast as my feet would carry me.

I reached her and picked her up off her feet, using my one free hand to open the door. She hungrily attached her mouth to mine, whispering "oh fuck" to me over and over again until I was repeating it back to her mindlessly.

Her tongue twisted around with mine, hands grasping my shoulders until she had no strength in her little hands. My hands had found their way to her butt to support her, taking a generous portion of the deliciously plump bottom that was squishing against my palms.

By now I was sporting one of the most fantastic boners I had ever experienced, and it was digging right against her clit. I could tell by her moans of pleasure she was enjoying it, but I was too horny to be able to spend time on just her. That part would come later.

The inside of the room was pitch black, with only the dim light of the stars to guide us to the futon that was tossed on the floor. We were both still frozen from running through the chilly night time air and were desperate for blankets. I tossed her onto the bed and grabbed blankets from the closet, eager as all hell to sedate my raging erection.

When I turned back to her, she already had two fingers shoved in her hole. The room was so dark I had to follow the sound of her arranging the juices flowing freely from her muffin, fingers pushing against her g-spot with all the strength she could muster.

My swim trunks were off faster than I had ever stripped naked, and I climbed into bed with her as soon as I threw the blankets onto the futon, covering her in the fuzzy linens. "Bastard." She muttered through clenched teeth and bittersweet whimpers.

I lay beside her and she immediately mounted me, mashing the head of my cock against her little button again, causing her body to seize up. Our hips were moving in perfect unison as her grinding got faster and sloppier. I took a hold of her head and delicately pulled her to me so I could kiss her again.

My dick was sliding with ease through her lips, soaked in her heavy honey. There was a buzz in my entire lower half, waiting in anticipation to fuck her so deep she would taste me in her throat.

Everything grew quiet as she slowed to a halt, holding her forehead against mine and trying her hardest to control the rapid breathing that was shaking her body like a bass drum. I felt a soft hand wrap around my throbbing member, placing the spongy head against the moist opening that was begging to be filled.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Always." Came her response as she started to lower herself onto me.

Fireworks rocked my brain, my brain shut down and let pure animalistic lust take over. The warmth of her kitten closed around me, waiting to take me to her gooey depths and hold me hostage there. Every inch she slid down she let out a sigh. I was motionless, letting her get used to being stretched out until she felt comfortable. After what felt like hours I felt myself hit a wall, pushed roughly against her cervix and captured by her drenched tunnel. She was so tight that I would have bet money at the time that I was in a different hole.

Her hands were pushing down against my chest and her nails were dug in deep, leaving claw marks as she dragged them across me.

I couldn't hear anything besides her breathing. I couldn't smell anything save for her sweet aroma filling the room. I couldn't feel anything except her slippery, hot pussy. I couldn't say anything that wasn't "oh fuck, Cassie." And I sure as hell couldn't see a damn thing more than a couple inches in front of me.

Our bodies moved in unison as she stated rocking back and forth, the top of my dong dragging against her cervix and stirring her insides like a boiling cauldron. Hips bouncing more, Cassie regained her composure enough to stick her lips against mine and dump her moans into my mouth so nobody would hear.

Time and time again I slid inches out of her as she raised her ass, only to be thrown back into the steamy pit again when she slammed back down onto me. Her walls were tightening around me like a vice grip, squeezing drops of precum out of me and mixing them with the mess of hot juices that were glazing us.

Our chests were pressed together as we fucked, not letting an inch come between us for fear of being apart for even a second. Her breasts were smashed against my chest and took on the appearance of two pillowy mounds of flesh being pressed on, but jiggled violently.

Cassie put herself upright and I felt a rush of cool air fly at my chest. She pulled her hair behind her and bounced as hard down on me as she could, using all the weight of her tiny frame to bear down on the tip of my cock, buried as deep in her as either one of us could manage. Never before had my mind been so clear, yet so cloudy. All I wanted to do was fuck her, but I wanted to do it a thousand different ways.

Her hands moved to her chest and took a hold of her bouncy tits, letting her fingers squish them with vigour. Taking a hold of her pointy, pink nipples, Cassie pulled them with all her might. I thought she was going to hurt herself with how hard she was twisting and pinching them, but her squeals were proof enough for me that she was feeling nothing but the most precious pleasures known to man.

I wish I could say how long we were in that position; her grinding down on me while I thrust up to meet her down strokes. It felt like a life time before she rolled to the side and onto her back, spreading her legs and waiting patiently as I collected myself enough to get on top of her, for a change.

Without even using my hands to guide myself, I found my cock slipping easily back inside of her. I stretched her out like new as I drove my pulsing rod to the hilt. Her stifled moans were a symphony to my ears as I pounded her as hard as my hips would manage. I felt her nails burning lines into my back but that didn't stop me, a little bit of pain was worth the unimaginable pleasure her narrow passage was giving me.

Before I knew it, I was nearing the point of no return. I didn't know if I should be proud of how long I'd lasted. It could've been an hour, it could've been ten minutes. All I was certain of was that the floodgates were opening and I only had seconds before I emptied my balls inside of

Cassie's desperate, sucking hole.

I struggled to get the words out and even still only managed to spit out, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Not the sexiest thing I've ever said, but it got one hell of a reaction out of her.

She locked her milky white legs behind my back and pulled me close as I groaned and shot rope after rope of thick cum inside of her. Seconds after I came I felt her body lock up and her tunnel contracted around the intruder that was thrusting inside of her and giving her another mind numbing orgasm. Her eyes rolled back and I thought for a moment she might've fallen unconscious, but it was just her brain shutting down momentarily to let her orgasm have free reign of her movements.

Her toes curled and her body spasmed, relishing the new feeling of having a sticky load of baby butter coat her insides. Little gasps were leaking out of both of us until I had finally finished painting the walls of her vagina with my warm semen.

We lay there in heavenly ecstasy, waiting as long as we could to pull away from each other. I kept my shaft trapped in her dripping clam, waiting until the stiffness went away. In time, the hardness went down and I was able to pull my rod, now soaked in our combined juices, from her squeezing slit.

Cassie moved herself so she was cuddled up against my body, arm draped over me and head resting peacefully on my stomach. She purred softly, exhausted from the orgasm that had just rocked her to her core.

I, on the other hand, was anything but tired. Physically, yes. But I was hours away from sleeping. Too much had taken place since we had arrived, too much for me to simply ignore the ever growing bond that was developing between me and my ginger princess. Noticing that Cassie was asleep, and starting to snore like a tiny lawnmower, I picked her up and walked her to her bedroom.

I softly lay her down on the mattress and pulled the sheets up over her quietly breathing figure. The last thing I did before I left her room was plant a kiss on her forehead.

My room was wide awake with the look and smell of sex; pillows and blankets were thrown across the floor, and the lingering scent of her peach was taking control of the room. It was only about 1 in the morning, which for me isn't very late at all.

My first instinct was to grab a bottle of Jägermeister from the kitchen and watch the stars play hide and seek with each other.

My legs were jelly as I made my way to the nearest bottle I could find, which turned out to be none other than Bacardi 151. "I guess I owe you one, huh?" I whispered to the bottle, somehow convinced that without it I wouldn't have had the opportunity to fuck Cassie into a coma.

The walk outside was a slow on, deliberately slow, trying to take in every possible sight that was surrounding me. I made my way to the patio that hung over the lake, taking a seat on the fluffiest lounge chair that I could find.

Every sound that I heard around me was another note in the melody of the wilderness. I watched leaves detach themselves from the trees they were growing from, and drift down a perilous path to the water below. Stars were blinking at me one at a time, aching for my gaze.

I fed the bottle to my lips and took a drink, savouring the burn that followed all the way down to my stomach.

Owl were cooing in the distance, talking to one another in foreign tongues. I lay flat on the lounge and let my bones unwind, using liquor to wash away the nervousness that still clung to my stomach.

My mind was still spinning violently with images from less than an hour before, images that were keeping me from thinking about anything else. Eventually, those same images turned into dreams, where they dominated my subconscious.

These dreams carried on until I wasn't sure whether or not I was awake, they felt so real it was like I was reliving everything all over again. I clearly imagined having Cassie nursing on my inflated knob, red and swelling from hours of attention.

Her head was a jackhammer taking me down to the darkest regions of her throat, gurgling noises churning their way up from her stomach and being silenced by the cock meat taking up all the space in her mouth. She spat into her hand and used it like warm lube to coat the thick pole between her fingers. A frothy mixture of precum and spit was being used around my cock, covering it from the tip to the base in shiny, sticky juice.

She stopped impaling herself just long enough to use her tongue to flick across the soft head, wrapping her tongue around the tip of the straining hose that was pounding her mouth like a hammer. The back of her throat was taking enough abuse that I thought I was going to bruise her, but she just kept letting me wander so deep down her throat that I pushed against the back of her mouth, scraping across the walls of her tonsils as she struggled, through clenched hands and teary eyes, to suck every drop of cum out of me that she could.

My mind started clearing as I awoke from my dream, eyes blurry from sunlight exposure. I looked down and where I expected to see a pair of hastily arranged boxers, I instead saw a head of perfectly coloured autumn hair bobbing up and down on my shaft.

Her smile and bright blue eyes greeted me. "Good morning, cutie. Thought you could use a wakeup call." I must've forgotten that I walked back to my room last night. Looking around the room, I saw the empty Bacardi bottle to prove that I must've blacked out.

The sun was beaming down on her and collecting like sparkling golden pools in her eyes, tangling with the silky redness of her hair, which was flowing down around her like a sheet of armour. I rolled her sharply onto her back so I could topple her, pinning her to the floor and kissing her passionately.

She fought back the giggles as her cute little feet locked behind my neck, making me tap out in defeat. I flopped off of her and joined in her laughter as out two hands interlocked in unison. "It's the swimming," she explained. "It makes me good at wrestling too."

"You're so full of shit." I tickled her until she was the one tapping out, making us even. I heard footsteps down the hallway, so I quickly covered Cassie with the blankets and pushed her down. Seconds later, Kyle appeared in the doorway with a goofy smile on his face.

"Morning, boss."

"Good morning, Kyle."

"How did you sleep? Have you seen Cassie anywhere?"

He didn't even care about how I slept, the cheeky bastard. "No, I haven't seen her. She might still be in her room?"

"Aw man, whenever I go in there she hits me. Never mind, I'm sure she's fine. If you see her, tell her it's breakfast time." Kyle took off back down the hall, knocking on all the walls on his way out.

When I was sure he was gone, I ripped the covers off of me and saw Cassie gobbling up every last inch of my dick with a wild hunger in her eyes. Sticking it down her throat until I thought I would hit her stomach, then backing off and sucking gently on the head while she played with my balls.

I was finally able to coax her from playing with me, thought she gave me up with a whimper. "Cassie, it's breakfast time." I pecked her on the lips.

"I know, I heard." She grumbled, pulling her hand out of her panties and licking off the gooey, sticky honey off of her fingers.

We rose to our feet and I got dressed into flannel pants and an old band tee, sporting "Miss Fortune" in big bold font. I walked out looking like a fashion disaster.

Cassie pinched my butt on the way to breakfast and then skipped out of my range, walking backwards and taunting me. "Do something about, chump." Yes, that was the best insult her sweet little heart could handle.

"Oh, I plan on doing something about. I just hope you're ready." My voice came off cold and sharp, enough to knock her out of her teasing and put a seed of fear in her eyes. She nodded quickly and walked to her seat with a poorly hidden smile.

Breakfast was, yet again, a meal that went hand in hand with the loud story telling of the fathers. They were rambling on endlessly, only taking breaths so they would have time to eat again. It was fun watching them act like such children, something no child sees of their parents.

There was an undeniable spark in the air between Cassie and I, and between the stolen glances and stifled smiles, it was pretty obvious something was up. Nobody said anything, but it was evident on my mother's face that she had an idea of what was going on.

After breakfast was all cleaned up, the dad's suggested a two on two volleyball game down on the beach. Cassie immediately leapt to attention at the instance of a challenge. I looked at Kyle, silently begging him to be her partner.

"And Garrett will be my partner."

Shit.

I hadn't played volleyball for a very long time, and was curious to see if my old skills in the game would come back to help me. Cassie had taken a stand beside me, knees bent and ready to start our game.

The dad's got the ball first and were using this opportunity to take as long as they could to serve it to us. Their entire attention span was being sucked into trying to come up with a team name.

"Hot Shame?"

"Too obvious." My dad was scratching his head like people do in movies, like he was really stumped trying to think of a good name.

"How is that possibly too obvious of a name?" Cassie yelled over to them.

"Back off, think of your own team name!" Cam was just as dead set on thinking up a team name as my dad was. "Oh what about The Indoor Kites?"

"Brilliant!"

Cassie and I were exchanging disturbed glances as Cam took a step up to serve the ball. His arm delivered a powerhouse of a shot and it ended up bouncing harmlessly out of the court.

Hot sand was biting at my feet with every step I took, and every dive I attempted ended with a spray of sand hitting me in the face. "I hate this game!" I exclaimed, wiping a fresh batch of grainy dirt from my eyes. "Why couldn't we play soccer? Nobody ever gets hurt in soccer unless they're faking it!"