Muskoka Ch.04

"Sorry, got caught up hanging with Cas."

"You two are spending an awful lot of time together, huh?"

"I guess so, yeah. Maybe we can go for a walk later?" I wanted to talk, but my mind was half dead from lack of nutrition so I turned my full attention to the plate of hot food in my lap.

"Thank you, honey, but I really don't mind. Deb has kept me plenty entertained." Debbie perked up at the mention of her name and clued into our conversation, insisting that Cassie and I keep spending together.

Hey, if she wanted me to hang out with their daughter I was more than happy to oblige.

I heard familiar footsteps pitter-pattering their way up behind me. "Afternoon, family." Came the golden voice I had come to know so well. "Another feast for lunch, I see?"

"Yes, Cassie dearest, you know we only dine in the most exquisite of manors." Cassie stole a drumstick off her mother's plate and they cheered with their respecting meat sticks, laughing at their satire of high society.

"Any plans for later today?" Cassie set her firm butt down on the arm of the loveseat beside me, delving into the intense game of soccer that was developing on the TV.

"Only plans I got," Kyle piped in. "Is cleaning up the mess these kids make once I whip their butts."

Sophie and Jensen stuck their tongues out at him and threw pillows to distract their fearsome competitor, to no avail.

I was fascinated with the fact that we were all sitting around so peacefully, nobody aware that only minutes ago Cassie's face had been caked with enough cum to drown a less talented individual.

She shot me a knowing smile, obviously aware that there was only one thing running through my mind.

The match continued until the eventual downfall of the young children, who took their loss like a pair of champions. We all paired up and went our

separate ways to spend the day however we desired. My parents took the kids, Adam included, up to the grassy knoll the trampoline sat on, to play football. Cameron and Deb both grabbed their favorite drinks and retired to the beach with Kyle to let the afternoon have its way with them. "Do you guys wanna come with us?"

"No, thanks mom." Cassie was washing the plates stacked up in front of her, with me as her drying companion. "I think Garrett and I are gonna go into town, if that's okay."

"Oh cool," Cameron struggled to open the door whilst holding a beer in each hand, while cradling a third in the crook of his arm. "We were just talking about going to town, maybe we'll join you."

Deb opened the door and hurried her husband outside. "No, maybe we won't. You kids have fun." The three of them made their way down to the beach, where sun was illuminating the brightly coloured chairs staring openly at the lake, inhaling and exhaling waves that lapped at the beachhead.

"Come on, loser, we've got a town to explore!" Cassie teased me and grabbed a pair of car keys, darting out towards the truck seated in the driveway.

The drive to town was long and boring, neither of us knowing how to properly express how we were feeling, like a pair of typical teenagers. I spend the ride watching dust float up behind us as our truck kicked up pebbles and dirt on the once sleepy road.

Without even thinking about it, I reached a hand over to Cassie and took her hand in mine, cradling her soft extremity and gazing warmly at the satisfied smile that crept across her cheeks.

Town was explosive with action, people bustling back and forth between the army of stores that littered the waterfront pier. Like a professional tour guide, I was taken by Cassie to what I can safely say is the best ice cream shop ever built.

Walking between the busy men and women passing us, I felt a rush of happiness having Cassie by my side. "Where to next?" I asked.

"I was thinking maybe over there." She pointed to a store that fit perfectly into the corner of a large stone building, aptly named 'The Muskoka Corner'. We approached it and I saw it was a traditional clothing store, filled with bustling patrons.

She instantly grabbed a bright green shirt and flashed it to me, jokingly asking if she could pull it off. "Do you think it matches my eyes?"

"Those baby blues match anything, if you ask me."

"That was corny, but very sweet, so I'm choosing to let it slide. But watch yourself, O'Neil, it takes more than cheese to woo me."

"You sound like a very difficult woman to please." We walked through the walls of clothes, picking out items for each other that looked good.

"You've never had much trouble with that." She winked and wagged her bum in my direction before taking off down an aisle of tank tops and sweatpants. I took a mental note of the odd paring of those two particular clothing items before darting after her, catching up and grabbing her by the waist to pull her close to me.

She cried out in surprise, but was quick to silence herself with my lips.

Holding her close to me surrounded by strangers was an interesting type of freedom, something I wasn't keen on letting go as she dashed away from me and grabbed anything off the hooks that looked suitable to her tastes. "Do I get to see you try those on?" I shouted after her.

I couldn't see her as she turned the corner, but I heard her answer, "If you play your cards right you might just get to see me take them off instead."

The next hour we spent in town was never less than amazing. I was taken everywhere from the tiniest, rustic jewellery store, to a massive, open ended boat dealership just to explore the vast ships that stood tall and mighty overlooking the lake, just for fun.

We mixed and mingled with the hurried sea of motion that was pulling and pushing us in different directions.

Somehow we ended up in an erotic novelty shop, equipped with a vast array of fake penises and handcuffs dangling from the walls. There were lubes lining the shelves, magazines organized neatly underneath stacks of XXX movies, and weird kinds of lotion and jelly that would no doubt be more confusing than fun to use in the bedroom.

Nevertheless, Cassie was beyond intrigued. Her eyes caressed the erotic display stands fitted with leather costumes and whips, with a look that was a cross of interested and hesitation. "You okay?" I asked. She nodded hurriedly, not making eyes contact as she brushed past an employee.

"Can I help you folks?" She asked with a friendly smile I hadn't expected to see in a sex dungeon.

"Yes," Cassie piped up with enthusiasm. "I'm looking for something that can help him fuck my ass, without ripping me in half."

My jaw dropped and I expected the employee, whose name tag read 'Carla', to do the same. Instead, she laughed at Cassie's brashness and motioned for us to follow her to the lube section, which Cassie must've missed. I assumed she must get comments like that all the time, but I was still taken aback that my ginger princess had such a dirty mouth on her. Well, I wasn't TOTALLY surprised, to be fair.

"Here." Carla pointed to numerous colourful bottles of lotion and lube packed tightly against each other on the wall at the back of the store.

"This is everything we have that'll grease you up nicely. I suggest something that heats up, or smells nice, but it's really your choice. Come to the counter when you're done and I'll ring you up." She smiled again and walked away, leaving us standing mouth agape at the extensive selection.

"What the-"

"I know." I interrupted, a smile slipping onto my face as I realized just how close I was to taking the last virginity Cassie had.

Grabbing one of the shelf, I read out its special qualities. "Extra sticky? Who would want that?"

"People with a glue fetish I guess, something for everyone." Her words were aimed at me but her gaze wasn't, she was lost in the ocean of products that would soon be filling her insides.

"Which one do you want covering your butthole, Cas?" She blushed at my question and waved me off, still not making eye contact.

"Something simple, like baby oil." Picking one off the shelf proved more difficult than we had expected, but at last we found a bottle of baby oil, or something like it, that bragged about the shine it would give her perfectly shaped tush. On top of that, it was apparently able to last longer without soaking into her skin, so the shimmer would stay prominent through the whole experience.

We grabbed the bottle and went to buy it, getting knowing looks from Carla. "You two make a very cute couple, by the way."

"Oh we aren't-." Cassie jabbed me in the ribs before I could finish my sentence.

"Thank you." She smiled, looking up at me. I pecked her on the lips and she giggled to herself. We bought the lube and walked out of the store, deciding where to go next.

Cassie took me down to the pier and we sat on a bench, losing ourselves in the breathtaking scenery that was painted around us. She fell comfortably into my arms and let out a breath that she had been holding in for quite some time. "I've always wanted to bring somebody here."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I just think it's different to take in something so beautiful with someone you care about." Well gosh darn if I didn't have a goofy smile pasted on my face before, I sure had one now.

"I know the feeling." I kissed her forehead and she cooed quietly, letting her body relax in my grasp. "We should think about heading back."

"Can't we stay here forever?"

"I don't think so, I'm running low on funds and I don't think the restaurants here take kindly to handouts." I asserted, standing up and letting her rise to her feet alongside me.

She let out a cute growl and reluctantly followed me back to the truck. "Are you busy tonight?" I knew she was only asking as a joke, so I played along, wondering where this conversation would take us.

"Hmm, no I think I'm relatively clear for the rest of the evening. Why? Something planned?" I asked her as she pirouetted away from me, letting her skirt flow around her like a thousand petals on a beautiful rose.

"You'll just have to wait and see." She winked and sauntered her way over to the truck to drive us back to the cottage, leaving an army of caterpillars in my stomach that were aching to be turned to butterflies. Her bottom was swaying with the sheer weight of her glorious mounds, knocking her skirt around.

We hopped in the truck and sped off towards the cottage, hoping to catch some alone time if we snuck inside quietly enough. It shocked me how quickly this vacation went from "relaxing time on the beach" into "how often can we have sex?" Don't get me wrong, it was a welcome change in direction.

Finally, we arrived back at the cozy cottage to find everyone gathered down at the water and swimming in the slowly fading sunlight, savouring every second of the day. They hadn't seen us come in, so we took that as the perfect opportunity to try out our new love potion.

"What do you think, big boy? Ready for this?" She smacked her cheeks and they made a thwack sound as they wiggled around under her skirt.

I wasted no time in getting her to her bedroom, picking her of the ground and charging to the white walled room, basking in the murals that stretched from floor to ceiling. She laughed in surprise when I threw her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her down to the mattress.

Her pupils were dilating in excitement and I could only guess that mine were doing the same. With no space between our bodies, I briefly soaked in the moment before taking control and kissing her like I had been dying to all day.

Our lips connected, pink tongues flicking against each other and daring to venture across the bumpy surfaces we connected with. Her legs locked behind me, a position I was becoming very used to, and she grabbed a handful of my shirt to keep me from moving away from her. Like that was something I would ever want to do.

I ground the bulge in my pants between her thighs, letting her skirt ride up so only the thin cotton panties she was wearing separated me from her steamy, plump honey pot. I tugged at her shirt and it came off without a struggle. Knowing I would struggle with her bra, she undid it for me so I wouldn't have to wait to get my hands on her exquisite chest. I kept waiting to get tired of her tits, but it wasn't happening. I was obsessed with every inch of her body and somehow knew I wouldn't ever find this amount of satisfaction with anyone else.

My palms against her melons and squished them together, making the jiggly flesh flatten out around my hands and try to fill the spaces between my fingers with delicate, milky white breast. Her nipples protruded so sharply that I would've sworn they were leaving little round, dime sized marks in my hands. I pinched them subtly and tuned them until I got the perfect pitch emitting from her, like a quiet, shrill squeal. The dark pink points moved wherever I wanted them to, following my direction as I used them like anchors to clap her meaty sweater puppies together.

Pulling back was difficult, but worth it. I was primed to fuck that tight little rosebud, and the wrath of Thor couldn't have stopped me at this point. Her eyelids were shut tightly, no doubt mentally preparing herself for the rollercoaster of pain and pleasure that was coming her way.

I pushed back from her chest and sat myself up on my knees, quickly navigating my hands to her panties and tearing them off her legs in a fury.

She knew what to do next, spreading her thighs to give me unbridled access to her entire lower half. I touched her legs and rubbed my rough hands across the irresistibly smooth skin.

Before I moved onto the main course, I wanted to tease her with something I knew she was dying for. I lined my cock up with her hole, which was practically gushing wetness, and started to slowly push forward so I could let her spread evenly around the bulky rod invading her muffin.

I sunk balls deep into heaven and felt my entire body start to unwind. Cassie was a drug that wiped away all the stress and emotion the day had thrown at me, leaving nothing more than a burning passion that I was ecstatic to share with her.

Each inch I fed to her was greedily swallowed up by her slippery tunnel, pulling me closer and closer to her cervix until I couldn't go any further. Her toes curled, her back arched, her fingers tensed. If I didn't have to be so focused on pumping her with my battering ram, I surely would've been just as lost in nirvana as she was.

We moved as one body, never taking the time to think about our movements, but simply living in the euphoria that was cascading around us to the tune of stifled moans and sighs. Cassie was panting heavily and begging me silently to cum inside of her, forgetting that we had much bigger plans awaiting us.

I pulled out the bottle of lube from the pocket of my pants and pulled out of her pussy, watching it squeeze back together and eliminate the tiny gape I had left in her fragile pocket. We made eye contact and she nodded, ready to proceed with our plans.

Rolling her onto her back, my eye were treated to an astonishing feast of what still remains the most flawless ass I have ever seen. I couldn't resist slapping her bum playfully, watching the round mass in front of me jiggle and ripple in a way that resembled vanilla pudding.

Cassie spread her cheeks without hesitation, burying he face in the pillow and clenching her tight little butthole, letting it wink at me with intrigue. The plastic bottle crinkled under my grasp as I squirted a hefty helping onto her impatiently elastic back door.

I spurted more onto her cheeks, using my hands to cover her juicy bum in the shimmering oil. She looked like a god damn pornstar, lying down with her butt spread under me, waiting timidly for me to enter her. Instead, I took time to massage the oil into her skin, making sure she was fully coated before I scooped up what was left of the oil and applied it to my dick.

Easing my middle finger into her was effortless, as the lube made her narrow passage slick enough to entrench my digit all the way up past the knuckle until I was clawing and scraping at her insides, doing everything I could to open her enough to accept my stone hard pipe.

She bit her lip and her hands were shaking as I slid another finger into her, pulling both of them out and then delving back in as deep as I could, letting her tighten back up as I exited then stretch out again all at once when I forced my way back inside. Even through this she managed to keep her thick curvaceous behind wide open for me to experiment.

There were no inhibitions left in the room, we were both committed and nearing the point of no return. I removed my pants fully, straddling my ginger princess and guiding my beefy dong towards her quivering butt oven. I tapped against her opening and she tightened up against her will, taking time to relax before she whispered, "Fuck me."

I pushed forward into the abyss of her anal canal

and instantly felt her seize up, whimpering as she was steadily stretched wider and wider as I pushed into her deepest cavity. The little, untouched hole I was entering was doing its very best to accommodate my steel cock,and I loved watching it go from a pin sized hole, to being wide enough to fit around my penis. Her legs lifted behind me and she squirmed uncomfortably the deeper I reached.

At last I reached the deepest I could and basked in the sheer incredible feeling of having her clench like a vice around my gravy maker. It was like being dragged into hot, melted butter while sitting in a brand new hot tub. My eyes were trapped staring at the amazing sight of her bum trying its hardest to expand enough to keep me inside of her. I felt her tightness doing its best to squeeze me out, making it that much more resistant when I slid out a few inches, only to slam all of my beef stick back in her puckered asshole.

Her face was still buried in the pillow as I plowed her recklessly, bouncing her up and down on the bed. I asked if she was okay and she nodded for a full five seconds, confirming that I should keep going with my assault.

I pulled out and switched her hands with mine, watching intently as her rosebud tried in vain to close completely, leaving a gape the size of a quarter where her tight starfish once was. She got up on her hands and knees so I could dive back inside of her butt, moaning loudly as I bottomed my cock out as much as I could, grinding my hips desperately to fit in another inch that I wish I had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck oh god, Garrett you're big." Her words kept me motivated to pound her as hard as my hips would manage, letting the warm, buttery juices that were spilling out of her hole to coat my balls as it dripped down.

We were lost in the passion of injecting my human heroin in her tight brown vein, bucking wildly and making sure her asshole never had time to close for more than second before I violently fucked her deep again and again.

With every thrust I pushed into her, she let out a soft groan or a grunt, implying her approval for the ass reaming she was receiving. It was hard to believe that I had known this girl all my life, and we would go months without talking, only to end up now having my schlong buried up to the hilt in her chocolate cyclopes. What a time to be alive.

Her hand was furiously rubbing her clitoris to add to the overwhelming pleasure that was wrecking her body. She dipped two fingers in her pussy, finding it absolutely drenched in honey, and tasted the cocktail of her anal juices mingling along with the baby oil and her own special brand of syrupy kitten sauce.

Feeling like pushing her limits, I grabbed a handful of her autumn red hair and yanked it back, enticing a brief scream from her that I just knew was a voice of acceptance. She moved her hands to her chest and anxiously twisted her nipples, pulling the nubs as hard as I was pulling her hair, which was hard enough to keep her suspended in an almost 90 degree position from me.