Muskoka

Jack was ready to receive it, and volleyed the ball to my Dad, who knocked it back towards our side. In a last ditch attempt, I swung my foot out and kicked the ball back to the net where Cassie was waiting to spike it down like a comet on the other team.

Both Jack and my Dad dove for the ball, but it slipped through their hands and landed safely in the sand, scoring us just one more point on top of the huge lead we already secured. It was enough to snag us the win, which we celebrated with a chest bump.

Team Indoor Kites was exhausted and ran like giddy children to dive into the brisk, refreshing water that was beckoning for us from the sidelines. Our mothers had been tired out by just watching the intense game, so they decided on a swim as well. They walked by Mike on the way and flicked him to see if he was conscious.

He wasn't.

Chris had taken kids on a nature walk, no doubt showing over enthusiasm when they brought him an oddly coloured rock or a cool, misshapen stick.

"Well, I could sure as hell use a shower." Cassie winked to me, wagging her ass to tease me into following her inside.

As soon as we were in the bathroom and out of sight, Cassie got undressed. I was still stunned every time I saw her naked; she was simply breathtaking. She was still breathing heavily from our intense game, and I wasn't complaining about that because it made her tits rise and fall so rapidly they were starting to jiggle a bit. She turned on the water and started to run a shower, stepping into the warm water and letting it wipe the sand off her shoulders and chest.

Her hands moved in between her big breasts, making sure the water washed under them, and all over them as she used her palms to squeeze every inch of her glorious melons. She moved a hand down to her muffin and moved a finger inside of herself with ease. Her moans became audible as she tickled her clit and pinched her protruding nipple.

The bottle of body lotion sitting on the side of the shower was quickly poured all over her chest, letting the goopy liquid run over her every curve and making her tits shine like a new car. She rubbed the oil everywhere she could reach, in between her breasts, through her slit and down over her legs, even rubbing the lotion between the cheeks of her bum, getting them slippery and wet so when she started smacking her bottom, it rippled and sent bits of lotion on the floor.

Surprising me, Cassie bent down as low as she could and spread her ass with one hand, letting me get an untouched view of her asshole. She reached around with her free hand and slowly pushed one finger inside of her tight little rear end, forcing up to one knuckle into her bum and wiggling it around like a snake.

She was biting her lip and had her chest firmly placed against the shower wall, fighting through pain to get to the pleasure that her ass was bringing her. As she slipped her finger out, I watched her butthole struggle to close all the way, leaving a tiny little gape that I was aching to fill.

Her butt clenched and the hole closed, squeezing out a little drop of lotion when it tightened back up. She kept squeezing her hole like that, hands spreading her cheeks and letting her back door wink at me.

She spun around and closed the shower curtains with a laugh, leaving me standing like an idiot with a raging erection in my pants.

I rushed out of the bathroom as soon as I heard footsteps and laugher coming up from the beach, hurrying to get a shirt on so I could hide my arousal. Luckily, the laughter belonged to my mother and Macy, and they were coming in to make lunch. "Luke, sweetheart." Mom called me.

I waltzed into the kitchen as nonchalantly as I could, unsure of how well I was pulling it off.

I entered to find them taking sandwich ingredients from the fridge and beckoning for my help. "Come cut vegetables for the sandwiches, tomatoes and onions especially." I hate tomatoes. What I hated even worse was knowing that I was making these stupid sandwiches rather than plastering Cassie's face with cum.

"So, you and Cassie have been spending a lot of time together." My mother wouldn't even make eye contact with me, she just kept laying out pieces of ham and turkey onto a colourful plastic plate. "Anything going on between you two?"

"Of course not, Mom."

"I noticed it too!" Macy chimed in, taking a pause only to sip her Mojito. "She likes you, I can tell."

"How's that?" I asked, without letting suspicious creep in my voice. I clearly knew by now that Cassie had a bit of an infatuation over me, the same way I did with her. Nevertheless, I was curious to see what other hints she had dropped that she was into me.

Macy finished off her drink and went to the fridge to pour another, encouraging wails from my Mom. "Stop drinking, you goon. Help me make sandwiches for the kids!" Macy stuck her tongue out in a playful manner as she topped off her drink. She made her way over to me and leaned against the counter.

"I know she's into you," Macy twirled the drink around in her glass, without spilling a drop. "Because she never spends time with other guys. She doesn't like them, finds them too 'guy-ish' I guess. Something about you intrigues her. I've never seen her so eager to spend time with somebody."

"Well, I'm sure she's just being nice so I have fun." This got a coo from the Moms.

"Isn't he sweet," Mom pinched my cheeks. "Poor guy doesn't know how much he doesn't know about girls." The women burst out in laughter while I turned back to my vegetables, more and more thoughts taking up space in my head.

Onions were biting at my eyes when she finally emerged from her shower, smelling like lemon and cucumber. She was wearing a short sundress, bright yellow with Sasha frills around all the edges except for her bustline, which was free of lace and exposed only her billowing chest. The dress cut off just under her bum, barely giving me a peak at her massive, quivering bum.

She threw me a soft smile before taking a seat at the counter where I was cutting. "Cutting onions making you sad, huh?"

"Real funny." Of course, it wasn't.

"Let me borrow him, Mom?" Cassie asked. I thought it was a bit odd having her beg for me like that, but the stir it was causing in my pants was wiping that worry away.

Without waiting for an answer, Cassie grabbed my hand and led the way back to my rec room bedroom, where she swiftly closed the blinds and bent herself over the box-like benches that lined the wall. She hurriedly pulled up her skirt up to her tummy, leaving her big, juicy ass in plain view for me to gawk over. This wasn't the time for staring, however. This was the time for action.

Her bottom half was sporting an impossibly thin g-string which was helpless to being swallowed by her monstrous glowing globes. It was yellow, just like her sundress, and had a small wet spot right about where it should be. "Wet again, for me?"

"For you?" She asked with bated breath. "Always."

I grabbed Cassie's panties and yanked them down, letting her feel the air from the room brush against her dripping wet kitten. She reached back with both hands until her palms were on her ass and her fingers were against her slit, which she happily spread for me.

No time was wasted in whipping my cock out and pushing it to her hole, letting the wetness she was flooding out collect on the end of my shaft.

Her ass was spread open so wide that I didn't even have to guide myself into her vagina, all the lubrication was more than I needed to sink in balls deep on one slow push.

She gasped at every inch that entered her until she felt my hips against her bottom, eliciting a sigh from her as she relaxed and let her tunnel shape itself to the intruder forcing her open.

I wasted no time in being gentle. My hand took a hold of her hair and I slammed my cock in and out of her with no warning.

"J-Jesus Christ, Luke." Her entire body was rocking like a tornado as I pounded her tiny hole with all the energy I had to give her. She was so tight it was milking precum out of me, adding to the mess of wetness she was already secreting.

I saw her knees lock up and knew she wouldn't stay supported for long, so I sped up my pace.

Her mouth stuck open in an "O" shape as I ravaged her cunt, letting no inch go unexplored by my adventurous cock. Cassie started pushing back to meet my thrusts and smack her bum against my waist, giving my dick no choice but to bottom out in her pussy.

Looking down, I was greeted to the sight of her trying desperately to stay stretched around my veiny, throbbing pipe. Above that was her asshole, spread so wide it could hardly take the strain. It was tightening and relaxing every time I pulled out of her, trying to compensate for the empty feeling she felt when I wasn't inside of her. Her butthole was light pink, no hair to be seen, and opening a little as her fingers dug into her skin, pulling it apart until I gave in to my temptations.

I used my hands to make sure her cheeks would stay spread and licked my lips, spitting down onto the gape that was teasing me. She let out a soft, surprised moan as the spit started to ease its way inside her asshole, the rest I slid around with my finger before inserting two of them and twisting my digits around.

Her tightest hole was begging to be fucked, but I knew we had no time. The miniscule tunnel was anxiously awaiting the day I would force her to take me until she split. Instead I kept up the assault with my fingers as I scraped and clawed at the walls of her ass, opening her from the inside out.

She was whimpering and squirming in pain, trying to take my cock and adjust to the empty space in her bubble butt. Her walls were as soft as butter, easily giving way to the pressure my fingers were putting on her. I was so into it, I barely heard her tell me she was going to cum.

Burying her face in a pillow was the most she could do to silence her moans oh "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Watching her writing in pain and pleasure was too much for me to handle as I blew my load in her quivering pussy.

Wave after wave of cum splashed around inside of her constricting tunnel of honey, bucking on my cock until I had no more semen to inject her with. She lay motionless and savoured the feeling of being stuffed, knowing she would spend the rest of the day with my hot spunk washing around in her womb.

She moved forward and my dick dropped from her muffin, only to have her suck off the mixture of sweet juices and semen that was coating my rock hard pillar. Cassie happily licked every drop off, before giving my balls a quick kiss. "Tasty." She whispered, to herself more than to me.

Standing up, she arranged her panties so they would fit again. "I guess there's only one thing left."

My heart raced in anticipation.

"Next, I wanna see who will cave first." She smiled slyly, but I still remained confused as she walked up to me and took a handful of my junk, kissing my neck as she whispered in my ear. Her whispers told me she wanted to see who would last longer.

My big, pulsing cock, or her delicate little asshole.

CHAPTER 3 ENDS, CHAPTER 4 BEGINS...

My mind was a flurry with the knowledge that Cassie wanted me to take her anal cherry. Although I was on board with the idea, I wasn't entirely sure that she would be able to fit all of me; she hadn't ever had more than a couple fingers up there.

At the time, however, I had to pull my mind from the recurring thought of gaping the asshole of my irresistibly sexy redheaded minx.

I finally snapped from my daze when my Mom called my name.

We were sitting around on the beach, waiting for something exciting to happen. "Luke!" My mother repeated. "Can you please pass me the chips?"

I handed her the bowl, overflowing with salt and vinegar potato chips, and almost fell right back into my day dream. Looking over at Cassie, I could see she was having the same issue.

"Cassie Kelly, you are being a very rude host." Macy exclaimed, chuckling back and forth with my Dad, playing their classic game of 'who can annoy their kids more effectively?' where the only winners are the two of them.

"She's tanning, Mom." Mike was leafing through a magazine titled 'Rifle Fanatic!' and sipping out of a coconut.

"Did you really but a coconut just so you could drink out of it?" I asked.

"Of course not," Mike flipped down his sunglasses so I could see his eyes. "I got my Mom to pay for it. Tropical fruits are like, her thing, now."

"This is the truth." Macy blissfully shouted as she gobbled down a piece of mango.

There was an irregular stillness across the water, making the whole day seem off kilter. Chris was relaxing in a chair, sleeping off the past couple days of non-stop activity, while Sasha and Riley kept themselves occupied by building sandcastles side by side.

I thought it was cute, until it then became a challenge to see whose would fall first victim to a volley of balls of sand. The loser of this sand fight (I honestly can't distinguish between their wails anymore, so it could have been either one of them) was in tears, evoking a motherly response from both the Mom's.

Jack had taken Dad out to look at his new boat, equipped with a 'booming stereo system and luxury seating'. While they were busy, Cassie leaned over to me and asked me what I was thinking about.

"Our little arrangement has been sort of taking control of my thoughts." I admitted, keeping my eyes locked on the small boat that was chugging along in the distance, carrying a water skier behind it.

"Me too." Her voice was as eager as mine was, but with far more nervousness hiding in it.

"Kids!" Jack was yelling from the boat. "Want to go wakeboarding?"

"Can we go tubing?" Sasha and Riley mirrored each other perfectly.

"Sure!" The boat started up with an angry growl, getting a good amount of cheering from the kids, as they took off like bullets towards the large inflatable tube that was being tethered to the boat.

Cassie slipped into her flip flops and pulled me up from my chair. "Come on, I wanna watch them fly out! You coming, Mike?"

"Not at all, I've seen them flip out dozens of times."

"I'm gonna get a concussion!" Riley screamed as he jumped around while his mother tried to fit him with a life jacket.

After they had settled down enough that we could get them safely seated in the boat, Jack took us off into the middle of the lake. The kids were bounding around like popcorn and screaming like banshees. "Faster!" They yelled in unison.

"Man, my kids are psychotic." Jack shook his head and increased our speed.

Cassie had brought a bottle of rum with us on the boat so we had something to do while waiting patiently for one of the children to go airborne.

She handed me a red cup and filled it up to the second line. "Trying to get me drunk?"

"No, just preparing myself. I hear alcohol helps numb pain so I need all the help I can get." She blushed and sipped her rum tediously. "Truth or dare?"

"Come on, Cas, how old are we?"

"Shut up, it'll be fun!" She was too energetic for me to say no to her. Plus, I was insanely curious to see where this would lead.

We were seated at the front of the boat, with wind whipping to fast that I could barely hear Cassie, even though she was sitting right next to me.

"What did you say?"

"I said that I pick truth!"

"Wussy." I mocked her. She kicked at me and nearly knocked the drink from my hands.

"Fine, you pick truth?"

She nodded.

"Was I your first time?" A question I had been dying to ask her since we first had sex. I didn't have any expectations, since I hadn't split her hymen it's possible she wasn't a virgin. Then again, it's possible it broke during one of her countless hours of playing sports. There was no question that she was certainly tight enough to be a virgin.

Just thinking about having her sprawled out on her back with her legs wrapped around me, my iron pole balls deep in her velvety smooth vagina, was giving me goosebumps. "Yes, you were."

I shook myself out of my daydream and realised realized what she'd said, unable to stop a smile from creeping onto my face. "How are you so good at it then? And so...confident?"

"Confident how?"

"Most girls I know wouldn't be so eager for sex that they'd just hike their skirt up in a room with the blinds closed, especially not after they've only had sex for the first time like the

day before that, or whenever it was."

"I'm glad it was so special for you." She sneered at me with a hiss. "I'm kidding, Luke. I practice a lot, reading up on the subject. I guess I just always wanted to seem experienced so I didn't feel like an amateur."

"Interesting. So, why so eager then?" I was nearing the bottom of my drink and starting to feel the woozy effects of alcohol. "Am I that good?" Cassie punched me in the arm.

My Dad was watching the kids flying around like fire on a leash, laughing in hysterics when Riley tried to stand up. Riley was thrown from the tube, and went down smiling.

Our boat chugged up beside the kids and they were splashing each other with lake water, spitting it out of their mouths. Cassie kept her voice to a whisper and leaned her head on my shoulder while the Dads were trying to pull Riley back in the tube.

"I don't know if you're good, all I know is that my muffin is dying to be buttered, and my throat needs a healthy dose of icing." Her lips pressed against my neck and she ran her nails across my thigh, getting my heartbeat racing.

"You're horrible." I muttered, regrettably pulling away before anybody saw us. "Your turn. Ask me."

Her face scrunched up as she tried to think of a question I wouldn't want to answer. She looked like a little chipmunk trying to remember where it had left an acorn. "Oh, I know!"

"Yes?" I was very intrigued by her excitement, hoping she had thought of something awesome.

Taking a long drink, she patiently waited until I became visibly anxious before she finally let me in on the secret question. "Have you ever been in love?"

My stomach churned as I considered the gravity of her inquiry. Fortunately, I kept myself calm on the outside when I answered, "Yes."

"With whom?" Her eyes were dinner plates, so wide and filled with interest.

"Tisk tisk, Cas. Only one question per turn."

"Lame." Cassie slumped down in her seat and pouted, looking adorable as all hell while doing it. "Your turn to ask me, I guess."

Our boat was whipping across the waves like an arrow, splitting the water in front of us in half as we rocketed across the smooth surface, bringing a raging wake behind us. Geese were littering the water nearby, but took off in a hurry as we flew by them. Jack made sure to stay far enough away from the docks so we didn't disturb the mothers, as they had made their way into the water and were lazily floating around on brightly coloured foam noodles and cheering us on from the sidelines.

I thought over my question carefully, wondering how much I could get Cassie to open up to me. She was staring at me with perfectly indigo eyes, hands shaking a little as she held her drink. She was nervous. Nervous that I was in love with her.

The only question I had for myself was whether or not I was, and that was a question I wasn't ready to answer yet.

"I've got one." I exclaimed, so she motioned for me to continue. Knowing the nature of the question, I leaned in closer and she followed suit. "What's your darkest fetish?"

"Dark how?" Was her response, which is exactly the kind of response you'd want from a question like that. I couldn't help but imagine that she had numerous ones, and was only going to give me her favourite.

I realized I had left that question fairly open ended. "Tell me your favourite one, I suppose." I tried not to sound too ecstatic.