Midnight Lake Secrets

The sting from Gina's spanks lingered on my ass like a promise, each cheek throbbing hot as I hauled myself out of the shallow water. The lake's edge was a mess of slick rocks and mud, but I didn't care—my skin buzzed, pussy still clenching around nothing after Greg's quick cum inside me. I glanced back at them, Gina's tits heaving as she treaded water, Greg floating there with that dazed grin, his tiny dick limp and spent between his legs. The moon hung fat and low, turning everything silver, but I felt charged, like the night had flipped a switch in me. I climbed the bank, water streaming off my body in cold rivulets, and dropped onto the grass patch we'd claimed earlier, the blades cool and prickly against my back.

I rolled onto my side first, facing them, propping myself on one elbow. Their eyes locked on me—Gina's hungry, Greg's wide and appreciative, like he was seeing me for the first time all over again. My body's no secret after the swim, but lying there nude, legs slightly parted, I felt their stares trace every curve: the slim lines of my athletic frame from those endless trail runs, my tits firm and peaked in the night air, the dark patch between my thighs still slick from the water and his cum leaking out. "Come on," I said, voice low and teasing, shifting to sit up fully. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, exposing my pussy completely—the lips swollen, inner pink glistening under the moonlight. "Gina, get over here. I need your mouth."

She didn't hesitate, splashing out of the water with a whoop, her own body dripping as she scrambled up the bank. Greg stayed put, waist-deep in the shallows, watching us like we were the main event. Gina dropped to her knees in the grass between my thighs, her hands sliding up my calves, thumbs pressing into the muscle. "Fuck, Em, look at you," she murmured, eyes on my spread pussy, where a trickle of Greg's load still seeped out. She leaned in, breath hot against my skin, and dragged her tongue slow from my asshole up to my clit, lapping at the mess like it was dessert. I gasped, head falling back, fingers tangling in the grass. Her mouth was relentless—lips sucking my folds, tongue flicking my clit in tight circles, then dipping inside to scoop out more of his cum, swallowing it down with a hum that vibrated straight through me.

Greg's gaze burned from the water, locked on us. I met his eyes over Gina's bobbing head, her dark hair spilling across my thighs as she ate me out. God, he was gorgeous—those sharp cheekbones catching the light, water beading on his chest, making his lean muscles gleam. Four days ago, I'd caught him skinny dipping here alone, that first glimpse of his beautiful body pulling me in like a magnet. I'd been restless, shy about my own emerging curves and that untouched ache before college, but watching him strip under the moonlight had ignited something fierce. We'd fucked that night, awkward and urgent, swapping virginities on this very bank—his tiny dick sliding into me for the first time, both of us gasping through the discovery. Now, as Gina's tongue plunged deeper, swirling around my entrance, I realized it wasn't just the thrill. I might love this beautiful, tiny-dick man. The thought hit hard, making my hips buck into her face, a moan ripping from my throat. His eyes held mine, dark and intense, like he felt it too.

Gina's fingers joined in, two sliding into my pussy, curling up to hit that spot while her mouth worked my clit. She was good—sloppy, eager, her free hand kneading my thigh, nails digging in just enough to sting. I kept my gaze on Greg, moaning louder for him, my tits heaving with each breath. "Fuck, Gina, right there—suck it harder." She did, humming approval, her ass up in the air as she knelt, cheeks still pink from our earlier slaps. But it was his stare that pushed me closer, the way his lips parted, breath quickening. I saw the shift in the water—ripples as he stood, his body emerging slow, cock rock-hard again at that perfect four inches, jutting straight out, head flushed and begging.

He waded out, water sheeting off his legs, eyes never leaving mine. Gina didn't notice at first, too buried in my pussy, but when he reached us, he grabbed her shoulder gently but firm, pulling her back. "Move," he said, voice rough, and she popped off with a wet smack, lips shiny with my juices. She twisted around, pissed for a split second—eyes narrowing, mouth opening to snap—but then she saw it: his hard dick bobbing inches from her face, and the raw look passing between me and him. Her expression softened, a smirk tugging at her lips as she scooted aside, still on her knees in the grass. "Shit, okay. Go for it."

Greg didn't waste time. He dropped over me, knees bracketing my hips, hands framing my face as he kissed me deep—tongues tangling, tasting Gina on his lips from where they'd brushed earlier. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down, his cock nudging my entrance. "Fuck me," I whispered against his mouth, and he thrust in—one smooth push, burying that short length inside me, stretching just right. We both groaned, my pussy clenching around him, still sensitive from before. He started moving, hips snapping steady, grabbing my ass cheeks full in his palms, fingers sinking into the flesh where the spanks had left me tender. The pull stung sweet, making me arch up, tits pressing against his chest.

We rolled then, passion taking over—me on top first, riding him hard, hands braced on his shoulders as I ground down, his dick hitting deep in short, perfect strokes. "God, your cock—feels so fucking good," I panted, circling my hips to rub my clit against him. He slapped my ass once, sharp and echoing, the crack making Gina whistle low from her spot beside us. I yelped, speeding up, cheeks jiggling under his grip as he kneaded them, pulling me down harder. Then we flipped again—him over me, missionary but rough, my legs hooked over his shoulders, folding me open. He pounded in, balls slapping my ass, one hand reaching down to rub my clit in tight circles. "Emily—fuck, you're tight," he grunted, leaning in to bite my neck, not hard enough to mark but enough to make me claw his back.

Gina watched, transfixed, her hand between her own legs now, fingers working her pussy as she knelt there nude, thighs spread. She was blown away, I could tell—the chemistry crackling between us, the way our bodies synced without words. We switched once more, me on all fours, Greg behind me, slamming in doggy with wet smacks. His hands grabbed my cheeks again, spreading them wide, thumbs brushing my asshole teasingly as he thrust. I pushed back, moaning loud, the angle letting his dick nudge that spot inside that made stars burst. "Spank me—harder," I begged, and he did, palm cracking down on one cheek, then the other, the stings building heat that coiled tight in my core. Gina crawled closer, her breath ragged, eyes glued to where we joined—his tiny cock disappearing into me, pulling out slick and shiny.

It built fast, that edge—his thrusts turning erratic, my pussy fluttering around him. "I'm close—cum with me," I gasped, reaching back to grab his hip, urging him deeper. He groaned, spanking me once more, the slap pushing me over. I shattered, orgasm ripping through me, walls clamping down as I cried out, juices soaking his dick. He followed right then, burying deep, hot spurts flooding me again—pulse after pulse from that adorable cock, his body shuddering against my back. We came together, simultaneous and intense, moans mixing in the night air, my ass clenching under his grip as aftershocks hit.

We collapsed in a tangle, Greg pulling out with a wet slide, cum dribbling from my pussy onto the grass. Gina stared, mouth open, her own fingers slowing between her legs. "Holy fuck, you two... that was intense. Like you've been doing this forever."

Panting, I sat up, Greg's arm around my waist, his beautiful face flushed and sweaty. The sky was lightening at the edges, first hints of dawn creeping in, painting the lake pink. We were all still naked, bodies marked with grass and handprints, the air thick with sex. I glanced at Gina, then at him, and it spilled out. "We have history. Met here four days ago—caught him swimming alone. We... swapped virginities that night, right on this spot." Greg nodded, squeezing my hand, his shy smile breaking through. "Yeah. She's the one who got me out of my shell."

Gina's eyes widened, then she burst out laughing, splashing water from her cupped hand over us. "No shit? You sneaky bitches. Well, welcome to the club—now we make this a regular thing." As the sun peeked over the trees, warming our skin, I leaned into Greg, wondering if this summer hole could handle the secrets we were just starting to unpack.