Midnight Lake Secrets

The grass was still damp under my palms, sticking to my skin as we lay there in a sweaty tangle, the lake's edge lapping at our feet like it was trying to cool us down. Greg's chest heaved against my side, his spent dick soft and shriveled now, nestled against my thigh, a sticky reminder of how quick he'd blown his load. Gina sprawled on my other side, her tits rising and falling with these deep, satisfied breaths, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my hip. The air smelled like sex and wet earth, and I could feel the trickle of his cum leaking out of me, warm and messy between my legs. But fuck, I wasn't done—not even close. That restless itch I'd had all summer, the one that started when I first spotted Greg skinny dipping in this very spot, bare and beautiful under the moonlight, was roaring back louder than ever.

Gina shifted, propping herself up on an elbow, her eyes glassy from the joint we'd passed around earlier. She looked at me, then down at where Greg's tiny cock lay limp, and smirked. "You weren't kidding about him being fun to watch squirm. That little thing packed a punch for you, huh?" Her voice was lazy, stoned, but there was that spark in her eyes—the same one that had lit up when she first saw me drop to all fours and take him.

I grinned, rolling toward her, my hand sliding up her thigh to cup her ass, squeezing the firm cheek. "Yeah, but he's got more in him. Trust me." Before she could respond, I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine. She tasted like salt and the faint weed smoke clinging to her breath, her lips parting easy as I deepened the kiss. My tongue slipped in, exploring her, and she moaned softly into it, her body arching toward me. Gina had always been the bold one, the one who'd drag me out to spots like this hidden swimming hole, but right now, she melted under me, too buzzed and horny to question why I was suddenly the one leading.

I broke the kiss just enough to trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the skin, then lower, my hands roaming her naked body—tracing the curve of her waist, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled hard. She gasped, head falling back, but I didn't stop. Pushing her flat onto the grass, I moved down, settling between her thighs. Her pussy was still slick from her own fingers, swollen and pink, and I didn't hesitate—dove right in, taking her deep into my mouth. My tongue flattened against her clit, lapping slow at first, then sucking, drawing out these wet, needy sounds from her. "Fuck, Emily," she whimpered, her hands fisting in my hair, hips bucking up to grind against my face. I could taste her arousal, sharp and tangy, mixed with the faint grass stains on her skin. She was so responsive, thighs trembling around my ears, and I worked her harder, two fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her curse under her breath.

Greg watched from the side, propped on his elbows, his dick already twitching back to life despite the fresh cum still drying on his balls. But Gina was lost in it, eyes squeezed shut, too turned on from the show we'd just put on—me getting railed by this beautiful boy with his pathetic little cock—to clock anything off. A week ago, she'd been the one teasing me about being a virgin, back when I was just the restless girl sneaking out to watch guys swim naked in the moonlight. Now here I was, eating her out like I'd been practicing my whole life, and she didn't bat an eye. Too stoned, too distracted by how hot Greg looked, all flushed and spent, his slim body glowing in the dim light filtering through the trees.

I pulled back just as she started to tense, her breaths coming in short pants, on the edge but not over. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I crawled up her body, kissing her again so she could taste herself on my tongue. "Told you he'd be ready for more," I murmured against her lips, glancing at Greg. His cock was half-hard now, jutting out awkwardly from that gorgeous frame—barely four inches even when it stiffened, the head already flushing pink. "Tease him about it, Gina. Tell him how tiny that dick is, and watch him perk right up."

She blinked at me, still hazy, then laughed, low and throaty, turning her head toward him. "Hey, Greg—your little dick's already trying to hide again. What, need us to remind you it's the smallest we've ever seen? Pathetic, but kinda cute how it twitches when we talk about it." Her words were slurred just a bit from the high, but they hit him like a spark. His eyes darkened, hand dropping to stroke himself once, and fuck, it worked—his cock stiffened fully in seconds, rigid and urgent, veins standing out along the shaft. He groaned, shifting closer, clearly humiliated but rock hard from the taunt.

"See?" I said, nipping at Gina's earlobe as I stood, pulling her up with me. She wobbled a second, legs shaky from the almost-orgasm, but I steadied her with a hand on her waist, drawing her in for another kiss. Our tongues tangled, messy and deep, my fingers digging into her hips while the night air cooled the sweat on our skin. Greg knelt there, watching us, his tiny dick bobbing with every breath, precum already beading at the tip. I broke the kiss, spinning Gina around gently, pushing her forward until she bent at the waist, hands bracing on a smooth rock at the water's edge. Her ass stuck out, round and inviting, pussy lips glistening from my mouth, and she glanced back over her shoulder, biting her lip. "Greg," I said, voice firm, locking eyes with him. "You know exactly what to do."

He didn't need telling twice. He moved behind her, hands gripping her hips—firmer this time, like the teasing had lit a fire in him. His cock nudged against her entrance, sliding in easy with how wet she was, that short length disappearing inside her in one smooth thrust. Gina moaned loud, the sound echoing off the trees, her back arching as he bottomed out. "Oh fuck, yes—your tiny dick feels so good," she gasped, pushing back to meet him, her tits swaying with the first pump of his hips. He started slow, but it built quick, his pace turning sharp and insistent, balls slapping light against her clit.

I stepped closer, one hand on Gina's ass, spreading her cheeks a bit to watch him slide in and out— that little shaft stretching her just enough, her pussy gripping him tight. My other hand reached for Greg's ass, fingers kneading the firm muscle, tracing down to where his balls swung. "Spank her," I urged, and he did, his palm cracking down on her cheek with a sharp smack that made her yelp, then moan deeper. The skin pinked up instantly, and she rocked harder, praising him through gritted teeth. "Fuck, Greg—your little cock is perfect, hitting just right. Don't stop, you tiny-dicked stud—harder!"

He obliged, spanking her again, the rhythm syncing with his thrusts—slap, thrust, slap—her moans turning into these broken cries that made my own pussy throb. I leaned in, kissing Gina's shoulder, then her neck, murmuring against her skin, "You two look so fucking hot like this." My fingers dipped lower, teasing her asshole, circling the tight ring while Greg pounded away. She shuddered, clenching around him, and I switched, reaching around to play with his ass now—thumb pressing against his hole, just enough pressure to make him grunt and drive deeper. He was sweating, abs flexing with every snap of his hips, that beautiful face twisted in concentration, humiliation fueling the frenzy.

I moved between them, kissing Gina full on the mouth while my hands roamed—squeezing her tit, then pulling back to claim Greg's lips, tasting the salt on his skin. "You're both so goddamn hot," I whispered to him, nipping his jaw before returning to Gina, our tongues sliding together as she moaned into my mouth. "This tiny dick of yours is owning her—look at her shake." She was, thighs quivering, pussy soaking his balls with every plunge, and I kept up the ass play—fingertip slipping just inside Gina's hole now, then Greg's, alternating to keep them both on edge. The sounds were filthy: wet slaps, skin on skin, her loud praises mixing with his grunts. "Yes, fuck me with that little dick—it's the best, Greg, so fucking good!"

Gina came first, shattering with a scream, her body convulsing as she ground back, pussy pulsing around him. It pulled him over too— he buried deep, groaning as he unloaded, hot spurts filling her up, that tiny cock jerking with each pulse. Cum leaked out around him as he kept thrusting through it, messy and slick, and I pushed them both closer, kissing their necks, their shoulders, reminding them between breaths how perfect we looked tangled like this—naked, spent, alive.

We sank down again, Gina collapsing forward onto the rock with a laugh, Greg slipping out with a wet pop, his dick softening fast but still dripping. She turned her head, grinning at me through the haze. "You're full of surprises, Em. Where'd you learn to direct traffic like that?" I just smirked, pulling her in for one last kiss while Greg panted beside us, already looking like he might need another round of teasing to recover. "Guess college is gonna be boring after this summer," I said, and as the water lapped higher, I knew we'd drag it out till sunrise—tiny dick and all.