Jenny On The Island
written by:
Prybar

The mosquitoes thinned out every year by the third week of August, but the best place to avoid them was still the island in the middle of the lake. The lack of wind didn't stop us from taking the sailboat out there that morning. We just fired up the auxiliary and motored away from the dock.

We lived in adjacent houses half-way down the narrow arm of the lake that pointed east from the main body, like the handle of a ping pong paddle. All of the year-round residents lived along the arm, because that's where the only all weather road went. You couldn't get near the homes elsewhere on the lake in winter, what with the snow and all.

The lake was a mile or so out of town, so it still felt like country. During the week, when only the locals were around, the lake was pretty much deserted. Most of the houses sat out of sight back in the trees, so you could fool yourself into thinking you were alone in the wilderness, if you didn't look too close.

The lake sat in a long, shallow valley that ran west to east about two-thirds of the way up the west side of Maine. Softly rounded mountains walled in the place. When the wind came up each afternoon about four, it funneled down between the mountains and blew your sailboat from the west end of the lake back to home in mere minutes. And if you were silly enough to be caught out there during one of the summer afternoon thunderstorms, you were in for a hell of a ride.

Jack and I were wrapping up our last summer in New Hankston. He left for Dartmouth the next week, and I headed for U Conn. We didn't know it then, but we would never return to live on the shores of Hankston Lake. Jack went to Nam in 71 after he dropped out of school. He wanted to become a hero, but he died for nothing on some God-forsaken hill that had a number instead of a name, holding a useless M-16 hopelessly jammed on a piece-of-crap government issue 5.56 cartridge. And I stayed at school, and out of the war, for four years, nose to the grindstone, learning the tools of journalism and hopefully, the lessons of a future novelist.

My dad finally gave up on the damn septic system at our house, and the poor job market in New Hankston, and he moved the family to Bangor. Some rich guy bought our house just to tear it down, and then built a huge vacation home in its place. It mostly just sat there empty. So when I finally had the chance to go home, there was no home left.

But for this one last week in August, the boat, and the lake, and the island in the middle were just like they had always been.

So we had our lunch stashed in the ice chest, along with the case of beer Jack got from old Doc Henry. Doc was always grateful for the firewood Jack cut for him, and he knew how to reward a young man who wasn't quite old enough to score some beer down at the store. He always made sure we weren't gonna drive somewhere drunk and kill ourselves, but otherwise he figured it was just good clean fun.

We weren't in any big hurry, and it was cool enough that even with our sweatshirts on, we didn't want to get going too fast. So we watched the shoreline go by, with its big white boulders and the trees so sparkling green they hurt our eyes.

The boat soon carried us past the rocky point that had the big family compound scattered among the trees. We always checked out this place when we went by, just out of curiosity. Several of the buildings were log cabins dating back over a hundred years. The main lodge was both huge and gorgeous. We had passed the compound every time we went out on the lake, but we never saw anyone there. Some rich guy owned it, but he must have been too busy to come up from Boston to spend any time there.

There was always an uncomfortable tension between the people who lived year round on Hankston Lake and the summer people who just played there. We thought of them as intruders, and they mostly looked down on us, as rich folk generally do to those who have to work for a living. We didn't want them on our lake during the week, and they didn't want us on theirs during the weekend.

So when we saw the motorboat speeding away from the dock just down from the big lodge on the point, we were both surprised and a bit annoyed. When the boat suddenly lost power only 50 yards out, we had mixed feelings about heading over there to help out. But since it was right on our way to the island, there was no reason to detour around it. We slowly approached the stalled boat.

The boat was rocking slightly as its own wake caught up to it. Sunlight reflecting off the windshield blocked our view of the driver, who was busy running down the battery as the motor whirred fruitlessly without starting. Jack slowed our motor as we drew alongside.

"Ahoy. Need a hand?"

Jack apparently figured it wouldn't hurt to be neighborly. When she stood up, we immediately realized he had made the right decision. The pilot was a young woman of maybe nineteen, with one of those very short, manicured haircuts that suit a fine-boned black-haired lady. She wore a Harvard sweatshirt, baggy and oversized, but those two bulges in the front proved it couldn't hide the evidence that she was a girl. Although she was slightly built, her breasts filled it out. The tiny red bikini bottom highlighted tan muscular legs and a tight shapely behind. Bright green eyes and a genuine smile greeted us.

"Hi!! I'm afraid I have a little problem here. It started right up, but then it just died and I can't get it going again. My dad will kill me if I broke it!"

Jack and I looked at each other and did the quick coin toss in our heads. He had the tiller, and I was closer to this girl's boat, so I won out. I peeled off my sweatshirt and dove into the water. Five strokes and I was there. Reaching up, I grabbed the gunnels with both hands and flipped myself easily into her boat. I gave a silent thanks for all those years of gymnastics.

"I'm Frank, and that skinny guy over there is Jack, and we are at your service, fair maiden."

"I'm Jenny, and I'm staying over there."

She pointed to the huge lodge. So this really was one of them. But, she seemed nice enough, and she sure was pretty enough. A truce was in order.

"So, let's see what's what here. Show me how you are trying to start it."

She sat in the seat and pushed the button on the dash, and the starter whirred without success.

"OK, hold on. Let me take a look back here. I headed to the stern and checked the tank and the soft rubber fuel line. When I squeezed the bulb, it just went flat. No gas in the line. I followed it to where the end dangled helplessly in the well in front of the motor. Wasn't even hooked up. They never work well when you do that. The motor had run until it used the gas in the carb bowls, and then it just staved out.

Snapping the hose into place on the nipple on the front of the motor, I pumped the bulb until it went hard. That would do the trick.

"There, now try it."

The starter spun for a moment and then the motor roared to life.

"Oh, thank you! You saved my life!"

I remember thinking, "Gee, a rich bitch and she's talking to us. Imagine that!"

"It's all in a day's work, my lady. Now, I shall be off."

I snapped off a salute and dove back into the water, and was soon clambering aboard Jack's sailboat. Our little vision of loveliness gave a wave and then blasted away, disappearing around the point, heading across the main body of the lake. We resumed our leisurely way in the direction of the island, muttering about rich beautiful women.

We always anchored on the east side of the island, the leeside when the afternoon winds came up. We stopped fifty feet offshore, since the sailboat drew too much water to beach it. The small rubber raft held the ice chest and our sweatshirts and towels, keeping them dry while we swam to shore.

What passed for a beach in Maine was hardly Malibu, but between the boulders lay a small stretch of sand and pebbles that was just wide enough for a bit of Frisbee toss when the wind wasn't blowing.

We dried off and settled in for lunch and a beer. It was finally warm enough to sun ourselves on the wide, flat rock that nestled in between the pine trees. We munched sandwiches and drained our first beers while we watched the mountains go by across the lake.

I opened my second beer and turned to look at a loon flying by, when I heard the motorboat coming around the island. The boat was flying across the lake, but when Jenny looked over and saw our sailboat anchored by the island, she slowed and turned in our direction. She stopped near our boat. I figured we were in trouble. Maybe her dad owned the island.

"Whatcha guys doing?"

"Eating lunch and drinking beer. Want some?"

"Oh yeah! But what do I do with my boat?"

"Hang on."

With that, Jack dove into the lake and swam out to the sailboat. He directed Jenny to pull alongside, and after hanging the bumpers to protect the boats, he tied her off to his craft. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and dropped it onto her seat. The bikini top was red, too. She dove into the water, and Jack followed.

I watched Jenny walk out of the water when she reached the beach. The material of her bikini turned clingy when wet. It painted her breasts like a second skin. The cold water had pumped up her nipples. Her breasts swayed provocatively as Jenny walked up the slope. And the bottom hugged her crotch and all the ridges and hollows hiding down there. She was a sight for a horny young man to behold.

She and Jack plopped down on the rock next to me. He opened a beer and handed it to her. I watched her adams apple bob up and down as she tilted her head back and chugged half the bottle. The skin of her neck was smooth and flawless. Then she opened her mouth wide and let off a humongous belch.

"Damn girl; where'd you learn to do that?"

"Oh, I'm a big hit in the sorority. Such skills come in handy."

Jenny sat with her knees tucked in front of her, her arms wrapped around her shins, hugging her legs against her chest. Her tits were trying to squish out of her top. I kept trying to look at her face when talking with her, but every time she turned to look at Jack, I sneaked a quick look at them.

We talked a while, until the sun and the beer got to us. We all fell asleep on the rock.

Time passed and clouds moved in, and the wind turned cold. The rustle of tree branches woke me. Jack and Jenny were still sawing logs. She lay on her back, chest slowly rising and falling, legs spread slightly, looking wonderful. Her top had slipped sideways when she reached across to scratch her shoulder in her sleep, and quite a bit of un-tanned breast was showing, covered in goose bumps . Her nipple, betrayed by that conspicuous bulge in the fabric, hid just barely under the edge of her top. A small semi-circle of pink peeked out at me. And with her bikini bottom pulled tight across her hip bones, a gap appeared between cloth and skin. I could see down past her taunt belly into the darkness below.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, but the wind wouldn't wait. I swam out to the boats to check the anchor and ropes. The wind figured to get much worse as the storm blew through, and it wouldn't do to have them head east without us. When I got back to the rock, Jack and Jenny were stirring. Jenny sat up and looked at me.

"Where is the john in this place? I gotta pee."

"Well, you have the choice of that bush over there, or a whole lake right here."

She hurried down the beach and into the water. She made it about waist deep, and then squatted down until the water reached her shoulders. Moments later, she was back.

"Feeling better?"

"Much, thanks. Man, it's getting colder. I'd better swim out to my boat and get my sweatshirt. I'm freezing."

A flash of lightning and the clump of thunder changed that plan. This was no time to be in the water. A close lightning strike would ruin a swimmer's day.

We headed deeper into the woods on the island. I handed her my sweatshirt and she quickly put it on. I wrapped my towel around my shoulders. She was still shivering as we huddled in a thick copse of trees, safe there from the lightning. Jenny pulled her arms out of the sleeves and we could see her wiggling around inside the sweatshirt. The red top of her bikini dropped out of the bottom.

"Ah, that is much better. That wet thing was like an ice cube."

Jenny had shed her top. She was still quite covered while wearing that shirt, but her breasts moved much more without all that elastic holding things in place. I was hot just thinking about her breasts running around free under my shirt. We waited out the brief storm under our trees. A heavy shower passed by over the lake, but we stayed dry. Soon sunshine started peeking through the clouds, so we moved back to our rock.

We hung out for another hour in the sun, before Jack started talking about taking the sailboat out, since the wind would stay strong until dusk. I was ready for a sail, but Jenny had to take the motorboat back to her father. We started to get our things together so we could swim back to the boats. And I started wondering how she was planning to get that bikini top back on while still wearing the sweatshirt. No, that's not quite true. I had been wondering how she was gonna do that ever since I saw her take it off.

I figured it was impossible, but I never did find out, for instead of trying to put her bikini top on while wearing the shirt, she just took the shirt off. Right in front of both of us. The whole shirt. Off. In front of us.

I could not believe my eyes. She stood there facing us, wearing just that tiny red bikini bottom. Jenny had perfect tits, with perfect white skin and perfect pink nipples. She was just perfect. And she didn't seem to care a bit that we were watching. She slowly untangled the strings of her top, then tied the top line around her neck and wiggled those wonderful tits into the cups while she hooked the back. Then she straightened up and gave us both a big smile.

"OK, I'm ready. Here's your shirt. Thanks."

We swam out to the boats and headed our separate ways, but not before we made a plan to meet the next day. I pulled up the jib and Jack and I headed around the island. We set the main and tacked across the main body of the lake before turning downwind and heading for home.

At first we didn't talk much. But then we fell all over ourselves talking about Jenny. We saw bikinis on nice ladies all the time in the summer, but nobody had ever flashed her tits at us. We did the hi-five thing a few times. We laughed and congratulated ourselves. And we both looked over at the compound on the point when we sailed by. The boat was moored at the dock, but we saw no sign of Jenny. Ah, she was a rich bitch; we wouldn't see her again.

Jenny was waiting on the dock when we motored by the next morning. Jack pulled the sailboat into the dock without a bump, and she climbed aboard. This morning wasn't as chilly, and she just had a t-shirt on over her bikini this time. We headed out toward the island.

We pulled out into the main body of the lake. It would take about 15 minutes to motor out to the island. The sun was very warm that day, and Jenny immediately peeled the t-shirt off. She looked delicious in that red top. Slouching on the corner of the boat where the U-shaped seat turned around the stern, she appeared completely relaxed. She lay back and looked up to the sky, with one leg stretched out on the seat in front and her arm draped over the side.

Jack sat in the stern with the tiller, and I was across the cockpit on the other seat. We both leered at Jenny. When she suddenly looked over, she busted us both.

"What are you two staring at?"

Jack found himself in more trouble than anyone I knew in school, because he was constantly saying things he might have held back. The teachers all dreaded those times when he opened his mouth, for although he always spoke the truth, these were often truths that might better have gone un-noted. Let's just say that he tended to say whatever floated through his head.

"Jenny, you are definitely worth staring at."

"Oh, and is that why you both were drooling so much yesterday when I was putting my suit back on?"

We must have looked pretty sheepish at that point, and even Jack was speechless for a moment. She gave us a big smile.

"You know, women walk around on beaches in Europe with no tops on all the time. It's no big deal over there."

It was my turn, this time, "And you've done that?"

"Sure, once. Then my mom saw me and made me put it back on."

Leave it to Jack to say what must be said, "Well, that was a damn shame, cause some things are just too beautiful to keep covered."

Jenny blushed bright red at this insight.

"I don't suppose you would be willing to pretend that this is Europe, and take your top off again."

I almost swallowed my tongue. Oh no Jack, you've done it again. We're dead now. She's gonna get pissed and tell us to turn the boat around, and she's gonna be outta here.

But, I couldn't have been more wrong, again. Jenny just gave Jack a come-on half smile, and immediately leaned forward and reached behind her back to un-do the hooks on her top. She flipped it up over her head and dropped it on the deck. Jenny tossed her head, jiggling her tits in their new-found freedom, and then reached up with her hands to brush her short hair out of her face.

Laying back against the seat, she dropped her arm to her side, leaving us a clear view of those fine tits.

"There boys, is that better?"

"Oh lord, yes. Thank you thank you, you have the nicest tits I've ever seen!"

"And you've seen that many?"

"Actually, no. But yours are the best by far!"

Leave it to me to be the suave and debonair one.

She had the decency to lay her head back and close her eyes for the bulk of our journey, so we could stare without embarrassment. She enjoyed the unfettered sunshine on her chest, and we enjoyed the scenery. And she didn't see us shift our hard cocks around to get them comfortable in our trunks. Fortunately for Jack, the island was fairly large, so he didn't miss it.

We stopped just off the beach, and I went forward to the front deck to drop the anchor and untie the rubber raft. Jenny scrambled to help me, bending over at the waist to undo one of the ropes. That knot was a bit stubborn, so she struggled a while with her breasts hanging down just in front of my nose. My cock had been hard for the whole trip, but it surged now. When I stood up, there was no hiding my excitement in those nylon trunks as I dropped the raft into the water.

Jenny glanced at my crotch, blushed again and turned her head away, smiling. She tiptoed carefully along the side of the boat, towing the raft back to the stern so we could load it with ice chest and towels. One arm holding the rope out to her side, and the other reaching for the mast, she struggled for balance. She was swaying back and forth, arms straight out to her sides, while Jack stood in the cockpit looking up at her tits. I followed just behind her.

When she stumbled, I caught her before she fell, but only by wrapping my arm across both of her bare breasts.

"Whoo! Thanks. That felt good, but don't think that means you can just grab some tits whenever you get a notion. I'm not that kind of girl."

I was ready to start feeling bad about grabbing her tits, even though they sure felt good to me too, when she gave me a smile that seemed to convey I didn't have anything to worry about. Then she dove in and swam ashore. Jack and I followed after loading our stuff into the raft.

Jenny was sitting on the rock watching us as we walked out of the water.

"Um, cold water, I see. Pity, I was just getting used to looking at those bulges in your pants. Were those just for me?"

Cold water or not, seeing her sitting bare breasted in the sun, staring at our crotches, was enough to get me growing again. Jack clearly had the same problem. And Jenny soon had another of those cute smiles on her pretty face.

"Now, that's better. Good for you guys. Hey, is that a Frisbee?"

If you have never played Frisbee with a girl wearing only a skimpy bikini bottom, you simply have not lived. Jenny was light on her feet, and she knew what to do with that clever little disk. Running across the sand, leaping into the air, flinging the Frisbee at us with a backhand flip, she presented an enticing sight. I dropped the disk several time, and Jack caught one right on the nose, but what chance did we have? All we could see were tits.

"Who's ready for a beer?"

I wanted one, and it disappeared real fast. Jenny chugged half, just like the day before. Jack downed his quickly. We sat flanking her on our rock, trying to make small talk, but mostly just staring at her tits. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Each time she shifted her position or brushed a fly off her skin, Jack and I both sighed.

Jenny picked up her beer and drained it. Lying back on the warm rock with her hands behind her head, she smiled up at both of us.

"You guys kinda like this, dontcha?"

We were pretty much speechless. She sat up again and took hold of each of us by the hand.

"You know, just because I yelled at you before, it doesn't mean I never want you to play with my breasts."

And with that, she placed our hands right on her tits. We really didn't need much encouragement. She lay back on the rock and we settled in on her. I had the right one, and Jack took up station on the left. We massaged and stroked and kneaded to our hearts' content. We pinched her nipples, and she shuddered under our hands. She closed her eyes and smiled at first, but before long she was moaning softly. Her mouth opened and slight gurgling noises emerged. Her head slowly lolled side to side.

I bent over and kissed her nipple. Jack followed suit. When Jenny did nothing to stop us, we both started sucking on her nips while we massaged her breasts. Her head pulled back, and she arched her back while loudly sucking in air through her clenched teeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her hand slide down her belly and under her bikini bottom. I could see the fingers working around down there, and her body suddenly seized up all over and she let out a most amazing groan.

I thought that was pretty cool. So I placed my hand on top of hers and pressed it into her crotch. She shuddered again. Damn, she was really hot. I started thinking that if I could just get her pants off, she would let me fuck her. I moved over and hooked my fingers around the sides of her bikini to start peeling it down. It was crunched down in a wad just barely covering her pussy. The smell of sweet woman filled the air. But she grabbed hold of my hands, stopping me.

"No,no. I can't. Please stop."

She pulled her bikini back up, tight against her body, and then lay back down. She was breathing like she had just finished a mile run. Her naked breasts heaved up and down, and I marveled at her red neck and shoulders. When we tried to massage her breast again, she stopped us.

"Please, give me a minute. I need to catch my breath. My god, that was wonderful."

I looked over at Jack, who was massaging his dick through his trunks. I looked down and noticed I was doing the same thing.

Jenny open her eyes and sighed. She had a different smile this time. Sort of a relaxed smile. She propped herself up on her elbows. Jack and I were still stroking our cocks and staring at her tits. She looked down to see what we were doing.

"Oh guys, I'm sorry. You poor things."

She sat up and took my cock in her right hand, and Jack's in her left, and she started stroking them for us.

"There, isn't that better?"

I tried to speak, but not much more than a grunt came out. Jack was groaning.

"Who needs to go first?"

I saw Jack raise his trembling right hand.

"OK mister. Off with your pants."

He peeled off his trunks without hesitation. His cock was huge and hard and laying flat against his stomach. Jenny rolled over and sat across his thighs, cock in hand, and started stroking him. He lay there looking up at her tits, and then down at her hand sliding up and down on his cock, and he just grinned.

Jenny slid down his legs a bit, and then moved to the side just far enough to slide Jack's hard shin up into her crack Bending over, Jenny took his cock in her mouth and began sucking. She was sliding up and down on his leg, and sucking his cock while she jacked him off. He came in her mouth within moments.

She rolled off him after sucking him dry. A bit of cum hung on her lower lip as she smiled at me. Standing up, I stood before her and let her pull my trunks down. My dick sprang up in her face. Up on her knees, she sucked and tugged on my guy until I thought my head would explode. Looking at her mouth working my cock in and out, and then past this at her bobbing tits, I blew my load, too. Jenny licked and sucked long after I ran out of cum, until I finally stopped groaning.

Jenny lay flat on her back on the hot rock in the sun, her tiny red bikini bottom contrasting with her tan skin and firm white breasts. Two naked guys lay beside her, shrinking dicks slowly reverting to storage mode.

"Damn girl, where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh, I'm a big hit in the sorority. Such skills come in handy."

"No doubt."

All nicely drained, we fell asleep. The nap lasted about an hour, and we awoke refreshed. After another beer each, it was time for a little game of tag in the woods on the island. Jenny was still topless, and Jack and I were still naked, and we ran laughing through the woods as quickly and as gracefully as three slightly drunk, barefoot, and mostly naked young enthusiasts could.

Watching her run topless through the trees was driving us crazy, and we both proved how difficult running with a hard-on can be.

Mostly we chased Jenny around the trees until we trapped her between us, and then we tickled her and groped her breasts or kissed and hugged her until she begged for mercy. I held her from behind with my hands wrapped around her tits, until Jack bent over to suck on one tit while I massaged the other. She squirmed in pleasure. Her hand slipped into her pants again, and I pressed it into her while she stimulated herself, and she came in my arms. I held her up lest she melt into the ground.

"Why don't you let me do that for you?"

She pulled her hand away slowly, and I slid mine into its place, under the front of her bikini, down along the smooth skin to the soft, curly hair, to the warm moist slippery lips and that neat little firm button that made her jump out of her skin.

Jack kept sucking on Jenny's nipple, while he worked his other hand under the back of her suit, down her butt until his finger slid into the back of her crack. She turned her head and started sucking my lips off as my tongue dove deep into her mouth. Her breath came in gasps and she muttered something I couldn't understand. Her eyes looked out of focus.

Jack was rubbing the tip of his hard cock on her bikini, stimulating her through the cloth. He reached down and tried to pull the crotch of her bikini to the side so he could have at her pussy, but she still wouldn't have it. We caught enticing glimpses of her pussy, just enough to nearly make us come on her legs, but she kept pulling it back into place.

"Please guys, please, I can't."

Later we sat on the rock, slowly drinking the last of the beer, just playfully toying with each other's parts. We tickled her breasts and squeezed her nipples, and she tortured us by stroking or licking our cocks, just enough to keep us on the verge of coming again, but without getting us off. From time to time she let me finger her under her bikini, but whenever she got really hot, she pulled my hand out.

I sat with my hard cock in my hand watching her playing with Jack's, while he gently sucked on her left nipple. I tried one last time to get her pants off. I had one side pulled half-way down her thigh and I could clearly see her wet, swollen pussy lips. I reached across her to begin tugging on the other side, and soon her bikini was down to her knees. Then it was draped around her ankles, and Jenny was breathing really hard again. And then it was off.

She sighed heavily, lay back on the rock, and smiled at me. Her knees drifted apart.

"OK, I give up. You can fuck me now, if you want."

If I want? Shit. I pushed her knees apart, and then slid between those delicious thighs, holding my cock steady with one hand. I rubbed the head up and down her slippery lips. She was breathing really hard by then. I could feel her whole body tremble. I saw her bite her tongue as my cock slowly slipped inside her. She jumped and cried out a little as I felt my cock bump up against some resistance, and then slipped through.

"Are you OK? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"It's all right. I'm OK now. Don't you dare stop now!"

I had no intention of stopping. I was finally getting laid, not by one of the gross sluts in town, but by this hot beautiful rich girl, and she was loving it.

I couldn't believe the sensations as my dick slid in and out of Jenny's pussy. No wonder people try so hard to get laid all the time. This was great! And she was enjoying herself as well. Jack was pinching her nipples and she was mashing her own tits with one hand while she chewed on the back of the other so she wouldn't scream.

My thrusts came faster and faster, until I was no longer in conscious control of my movements. Jenny let out a wail and arched her back. She grunted with each thrust now, and dug her fingernails into my ass, grinding me into her crotch with all her strength.

She cried out once more and went limp under me. The burning was deep in my groin. and I held it back until I thought I would pass out. Then there was no stopping it as I spurted over and over deep into her, as she suddenly came alive once more with another screech.

I stumbled off as Jack slipped into my place, planting his dick in Jenny's dripping pussy. He pounded away for a bit, as she lay on the rock, head rolling back and forth, little yips and groans slipping out of her mouth as the drool slowly dried on her cheek. When Jack came in her and then climbed off, she gave me the most satisfied smile I had ever seen.

We didn't say much for a while. We lay on the sun warmed rock, looking at the flash of the sunlight through the pine boughs. Naked and happy and all tingly in those special parts that tingle the best, we savored the moment.

"That was my first time."

I looked at her in amazement.

"Really? Me too!"

Jack chimed in with a similar response. After a pause, we all started laughing.

"What the hell were we waiting for?"

"Fuck if I know!"

Leave it to Jack to state the obvious. We laughed hard again. I glanced over at Jenny, and watched her breasts jiggle as she laughed. My cock started to grow again. She noticed it right away.

"Oh, look at this!"

She reached over and gripped my cock, and it sprang to full size in her hand. I was ready to go again. I looked at her, and she looked at me, and she nodded her head. But when I went to kneel between her thighs, the pain from the scrapes on my knees changed my mind. That old rock wasn't as smooth as I thought, and it had done a job on the skin over my kneecaps.

She wasn't going to take no for an answer, however. She pushed me back down and climbed up on me, carefully sliding my cock into her. Working herself up and down and round and round, we started the fires all over again. The sun through the trees flashed around her shoulders, as her eyes went out of focus again, and her tits flailed around, and her pelvis ground into my groin, and my dick stirred her pot. She came, and then I came in her again. She fell against my chest and we kissed and hugged.

Jack move in behind her and lifted her ass into the air. Jenny stood straddling me, with Jack porking her from behind, as she rested her hands on my chest for balance. I watched her tits sway back and forth in time with his thrusts until he fired another load into her pussy.

We were finally done for. The wind had picked up, so we gathered our things into the raft and swam back out to the sailboat. We watched with a certain reluctance as Jenny put her swimming suit on. Neither Jack nor I expected to ever have such a day again, but we certainly would remember this one.

We sailed around the lake for a while, until we dropped Jenny off at the compound. Looking up at the magnificent lodge, we had to ask her, "Do you really live in that huge place?"

"Oh, heavens no! I live in the third cottage over there. Only the owners stay in the lodge. And I'm just the maid."