Midnight Lake Serenade

The afternoon sun had barely dipped when I started plotting, my mind replaying that lake fuck like a loop—Greg's small dick sliding in so perfectly, our bodies slick and spent on the grass. Unsure if two virgins had ever stumbled into better sex, but damn, he was surprisingly good with that tiny thing, hitting spots that made my pussy clench just thinking about it. I wanted more, something to crank up the control, make him squirm. Rope. Simple, rough stuff from the garage, coiled tight in my bag. We'd meet tomorrow at the edge of the trail, clothed this time, like we were just hiking buddies. But I'd change that quick.

Morning came sticky-hot, the kind where humidity clings to everything. I threw on jeans and a tank top, no bra, the straps digging into my shoulders as I hiked to the spot. Greg was already there, leaning against a boulder in shorts and a tee, that beautiful face lighting up when he saw me. His eyes flicked over my body, remembering yesterday's ride, and I felt my nipples tighten against the cotton. "Hey," he said, stepping closer, voice low like we shared a secret. We did—his four-inch cock, now mine to play with.

I closed the distance, dropping my bag, and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss. Our mouths crashed, tongues sliding wet and urgent, his hands gripping my waist. He tasted like mint and nerves, body pressing into mine, that familiar bulge starting against my thigh. I backed him up step by step, steering him toward a thick oak at the trail's fringe, bark rough under my palms as I pinned him there. He broke the kiss, breathing hard, eyes dark with want. "Emily, what—"

"Shh," I murmured, nipping his lower lip, one hand slipping behind my back to the hidden bundle. Rope, coarse and brown, uncoiling like a snake in my grip. Before he could react, I looped it around his wrists, yanking them up over his head and securing them to a low branch. He tugged, surprised but not fighting, his beautiful features flushing as the knots bit in. "Trust me," I said, smirking, and he nodded, dick visibly twitching in his shorts. Easy. So fucking easy, this gorgeous boy putty under my hands.

I worked fast, stripping his shirt over his head, then shoving his shorts and boxers down in one rough pull. They pooled at his ankles, and there it was—his acorn penis, soft and small, barely two inches, nestled cute against his balls in the dappled light. I giggled, couldn't help it, the sight hitting that mix of hot and hilarious. Tied up, arms stretched, body exposed like a present, he looked ridiculous and perfect, skin goosebumped from the breeze. "Look at you, Greg. All trussed up with your little acorn dick out for the world. Bet the squirrels are jealous."

He shifted, cheeks burning red, but his cock betrayed him, thickening quick under my stare, pushing out to three inches, the head peeking pink. "Emily..." he groaned, voice strained, pulling at the ropes. I stepped closer, still in my tank and jeans, tracing a finger down his chest, over his abs, stopping just short of that growing shaft. "Please."

"Please what?" I teased, circling his nipple with my nail, watching his dick bob harder, veins starting to show. "You want me to touch this tiny thing? It's so eager already, like it knows it's helpless." My hand ghosted lower, brushing his thigh, then the base, feeling the heat radiate. He bucked his hips, a soft whine escaping, balls drawing up tight. I laughed low, pressing my tits against his chest through my top—the full weight of them squishing soft, nipples hard points scraping him. "Feel that? My boobs owning you already."

His breath hitched, eyes locked on where our bodies met, cock now fully hard at four inches, rigid and leaking a drop at the tip. I pulled back, turning slow, shoving my jeans down to reveal black panties hugging my ass. Bending just enough, I wiggled, the fabric riding up between my cheeks, giving him the view—round, firm, the kind he'd stared at yesterday by the lake. "Like my ass, Greg? Bet you'd love to grab it, but nope. Tied boy gets to look." I reached back, slapping one cheek light, the sound echoing, and his dick jumped, pre-cum smearing his thigh.

He was panting now, hips thrusting at air. "Fuck, Emily, untie me—I need..."

I spun back, dropping to my knees in the dirt, face level with that small, desperate cock. "Need this?" I wrapped my lips around the head, tongue flicking the slit, tasting salt and him. He moaned loud, body jerking against the tree, as I took him in deeper—easy, since he was so compact, my mouth handling all four inches without effort. I sucked slow, hollowing my cheeks, hand cupping his balls, rolling them gentle. His thighs trembled, ropes creaking as he strained. Up and down, wet slurps filling the air, my spit coating his shaft, dripping to his sack. "Mmm, such a good little dick," I mumbled around it, popping off to stroke him slick, thumb pressing the underside vein. "Fits perfect in my mouth. You gonna come already?"

Greg's head thumped back against the bark, groans turning ragged. I stood, teasing more—pressing my tits around his cock, the soft flesh enveloping it completely, sliding up and down in a makeshift fuck. The head poked out the top, flushed and wet, and he stared down, mesmerized, hips pumping helpless. Then I turned again, bending over fully this time, ass to his crotch, grinding back so his dick nestled between my cheeks over the panties. The friction made him curse, "Shit—Emily, I'm—"

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband, peeling the panties down slow, exposing my pussy lips, slick and parted, ass cheeks spreading. The cool air hit my wetness, clit throbbing as I bent deeper, rubbing his cock along my crack, teasing the entrance without letting in. That's when he lost it— a guttural moan, and hot spurts hit my skin, his small dick pulsing ropes of cum across my ass and lower back, some dripping down to my thighs. Fuck, he came untouched just from the tease, body shaking against the tree, spent and sticky.

I straightened, giggling again, wiping a streak with my finger and sucking it clean—salty, thick, all him. "Pathetic and hot. Couldn't even wait." Untying the ropes quick, I let his arms drop, rubbing the red marks. He slumped, catching breath, but as I mocked him—"Look at that acorn, already wilting"—his eyes flashed, and sure enough, his cock stirred, hardening back to full in seconds, pointing at me like a challenge. "Jesus, you're insatiable," he muttered, grabbing my waist, but I pushed him down to the ground, grass soft under us.

Straddling him, I yanked off my tank, tits bouncing free, then sank down on his dick—wet heat swallowing him whole, my pussy gripping tight from yesterday's memory. No easing in; I rode hard, hips slamming, his four inches spearing deep with every drop. "Fuck, yes," I gasped, grinding my clit against his base, the angle perfect. He thrust up, hands squeezing my tits, pinching nipples until I arched. The build was fast—pressure coiling, walls fluttering around his small shaft, and I came first, hard, juices soaking him as I shuddered, moaning into his neck. Didn't stop; kept riding through it, chasing more, his dick still rigid inside my pulsing cunt.

Second orgasm hit sharper, my nails digging his shoulders, pussy clenching so tight he groaned, but he held on, that surprising stamina kicking in. "Still hard? Greedy boy," I panted, lifting off, his cock slick and shining with my wetness, twitching in the open air. "Let's try behind." I flipped to all fours, ass up, spreading my knees. He knelt quick, gripping my hips, rubbing his dick along my slit—struggle at first, the angle making his small size slip off-target, poking my thighs, my ass cheek. "Come on, get it in," I urged, reaching back to guide him, finally feeling the head notch, then slide home—barely stretching, but the depth hit different, pressing my g-spot with every shallow thrust.

We found a rhythm, him pounding steady, balls slapping light against me. Fuck, it was the best yet—his small cock let him go fast without overwhelming, the position rubbing everything just right. I moaned loud, head dropping, pushing back to take him deeper. "Harder—fuck my pussy like that." The sounds were obscene—wet smacks, my ass jiggling with each hit, his grunts mixing with mine. So loud, echoing through the trees, we both froze mid-thrust, glancing around. "Shit, someone might hear," he whispered, but it only made me hotter, clenching around him, urging him on. "Let them—makes it better."

He sped up, hands spreading my cheeks, thumb brushing my asshole accidental, sending sparks. I bucked, another wave building, but we kept going, lost in the filthy grind. Sweat dripped, bodies slapping, his dick throbbing inside me like it could go forever. Finally, he buried deep, groaning as he unloaded again—hot pulses filling me, cum leaking out around his base. I followed, crashing over with a cry, pussy milking him dry, our mess pooling on the grass.

We collapsed, tangled and gasping, his softening cock slipping out, a trail of our mixed fluids down my thigh. He traced my hip, smirking through the haze. "Tied up and still came twice. You're trouble."

I rolled onto him, nipping his jaw. "And your tiny dick's my favorite toy. Next time, we invite company—see if it can handle an audience." His eyes widened, cock twitching faint against my leg, and I knew we'd chase that edge soon enough.