Midnight Lake Secrets

Gina's fingers overlapped mine on Greg's cock, her nails grazing my skin as we both squeezed, feeling the heat pulse through that rigid little shaft. It was barely four inches, but fuck, it throbbed like it was trying to prove something, the skin taut and slick from the lake water and whatever precum had already leaked out. Greg's moan ripped out low and ragged, his hips twitching forward into our grip, that beautiful face of his twisting—eyes half-lidded, lips parted like he was begging without words.

"I want it so bad," he gasped, voice cracking on the edge of desperation, his hands gripping the boulder behind him to keep from grabbing at us. The water sloshed gently around his calves, reflecting the moonlight in these fractured silver patches that danced across his chest.

Gina's eyes lit up, that wicked spark hitting her as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. She surprised me then, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him instead of me. "So, what do you want, huh? You want us to play more with that little dick of yours?" Her words came out casual, like she was asking about the weather, but the way she twisted her wrist on the upstroke made it anything but.

Greg's cock jerked hard in our hands—fuck, it actually twitched so violently I felt it slap against my palm, like a live wire shorting out. A whine escaped him, higher-pitched than his earlier moan, needy and broken, his thighs trembling in the shallow water. Gina and I burst out giggling at the same time, the sound bubbling up sharp and shared, our hands still working him in tandem. "Jesus, did you see that?" I said, my voice breathy from the laugh, thumb circling the flushed head where a fresh bead of precum smeared under my touch.

"Totally pathetic in the best way," Gina added, her free hand sliding up to pinch his nipple lightly, making him arch. We kept at it for a minute, strokes syncing up slow and deliberate, watching his balls draw up tight, that tiny sack pulling everything inward like it was bracing for impact. But we didn't let him tip over—not yet. The power of it, keeping him on that edge while we stayed fully dressed, shorts and tank clinging to our skin from the humid night air, felt electric. My pussy was soaked already, the seam of my shorts rubbing just right with every shift of my weight.

"Hotter this way," Gina murmured, glancing at me with a nod, her skirt riding up her thighs as she adjusted her stance. "Clothed and in control. Makes his little thing look even smaller." I agreed with a hum, squeezing the base to punctuate it, loving how he bucked and whined again.

We sank down together then, knees hitting the cool, pebbled edge of the water without a second thought. The boulder was low enough that we could both reach him easy, our faces inches from that straining dick. I went first, tongue flicking out to trace the underside from balls to tip, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with the faint chlorine tang from the lake. Greg's head fell back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as Gina joined in, her mouth latching onto the head, sucking with these wet, popping sounds that echoed off the trees. We traded off like that—me licking the shaft in long, flat strokes while she swirled her tongue around the tip, then switching, our lips brushing occasionally, sharing the warmth of him between us.

He lasted longer than I expected, that beautiful body of his tensing and releasing in waves, abs flexing under the moonlight as he fought to hold back. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temple, and his hands fisted in his own hair, pulling like it might ground him. "Fuck... please," he muttered, over and over, voice hoarse. Gina pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock for a second before she laughed, low and throaty.

"What's your name, big guy?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes raking over his flushed face and down to where I was still pumping him slow with my fist.

"Greg," he admitted, the word punched out between breaths, his dick twitching in my grip like the confession cost him.

"Damn, Greg, you're hot," she said, grinning as she leaned in to nip at his inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Poorly, poorly hung but hot." Her giggle came again, light and teasing, and I couldn't help but chuckle around the head of his cock, sucking him deeper for a beat before pulling back.

I knew this was coming—the pull of it all too strong to ignore. Before either of them clocked it, I was shoving my shorts down my legs, kicking them off into the water with a splash. My tank followed, yanked over my head and tossed aside, leaving me bare-ass naked in the humid night. The air hit my skin like a shock, nipples hardening instantly, but I didn't care—I dropped to all fours right there on the damp grass at the water's edge, ass up toward Greg, pussy exposed and already glistening. The position was deliberate, yeah—last night, when I'd had him alone, he'd fumbled at first, that tiny dick slipping against me until we got the angle right. Tonight, with Gina watching, it'd embarrass him all over again, make him work for it.

Greg's eyes snapped to me, widening as he understood immediately. His cock went rock hard in an instant, jutting out stiff and urgent, the head angry red now. He slid off the boulder with a splash, water sluicing down his legs as he positioned himself behind me, hands gripping my hips tentative at first, like he was afraid I'd vanish.

Gina's voice cracked from beside us. "Emily, oh my god. You're naked and you're gonna fuck him? Right here?" She sounded stunned, frozen on her knees in the water, skirt hiked up to her thighs, but her eyes were glued to us, pupils blown wide. I could see her chest heaving, one hand unconsciously pressing between her legs over the fabric.

"Yeah," I said, voice steady despite the ache building in my core, pushing back against Greg's tentative thrust. He slid in easy—fuck, so easy with how wet I was—the stretch minimal but perfect, that little four inches bottoming out quick, his balls slapping light against my clit. He groaned, deep and relieved, starting to move, hips snapping forward in short, eager pumps.

It picked up fast. Greg found his rhythm, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch me, while the other came down on my ass with a sharp smack. The sting bloomed hot, making me moan loud, pussy clenching around him. "Fuck, yes—like that," I gasped, rocking back to meet him, the wet sounds of skin on skin mixing with the lap of the water nearby. He spanked me again, harder, the crack echoing, and I swear I felt him swell inside me, that tiny dick punching deeper with each thrust.

Gina watched, transfixed, her breaths coming shorter, hand now openly rubbing circles over her skirt. "Holy shit," she whispered, voice thick, as Greg's pace turned frantic, grunts spilling from him with every slap of his hips against my ass. The embarrassment hit him quick—I could tell from the way he hesitated mid-thrust once, dick slipping out for a second, slick and shining with my juices. "Sorry—fuck," he muttered, fumbling to line up again, face burning as he pushed back in.

But Gina's shock melted into something hotter, her eyes darkening as she took in the way my tits swayed with each impact, the red handprints blooming on my skin. She stood up sudden, fingers hooking into her skirt's waistband, shoving it down her legs in one fluid motion. It pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out, kicking it aside, then peeled off her tank, tits bouncing free—full and perky, nipples stiff in the night air. Naked now too, she sauntered closer, dropping to her knees beside us, one hand reaching out to trace Greg's thrusting hip. "Don't stop on my account," she said, voice husky, her other hand diving between her own thighs, fingers circling her clit as she watched him fuck me senseless.

Greg's moans turned animalistic, pounding into me now with everything he had, the humiliation forgotten in the heat. I was close, so fucking close, walls fluttering around that perfect little cock, every spank sending jolts straight to my core. Gina leaned in, her free hand cupping my swinging breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me cry out. "You two are filthy," she breathed, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingering herself, matching our rhythm.

He came first, burying deep with a shuddering groan, hot spurts filling me up—quick and messy, his tiny dick pulsing as he unloaded. It tipped me over, orgasm crashing through me in waves, pussy milking him dry while I ground back, soaking his balls. Gina wasn't far behind, her head thrown back, fingers plunging as she rubbed herself to a gasping finish right there beside us.

We collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, the water lapping at our tangled limbs like it was in on the joke. Greg's spent dick slipped out, a trickle of cum leaking down my thigh, and Gina just smirked, wiping her hand on the grass. "Round two? Or does tiny need a breather?" she teased, and even as I laughed, pulling her in for a salty kiss, I knew we'd break him all over again before dawn.