Midnight Moonlit Secrets

The water felt like silk against my skin as we waded in, the cool rush chasing away the sticky heat clinging to us from the grass. Greg led the way, his slim back cutting through the surface, moonlight glinting off the water droplets on his shoulders. Gina splashed in after him, her laugh echoing sharp and free, tits bouncing as she dove under and popped up closer to him. I hung back a second, watching them, that familiar pull in my gut—the same one from that first night when I'd caught him out here alone, stripping down and slipping into the lake like he owned the shadows. His body had hooked me then, all lean muscle and effortless grace, and now Gina was getting the full view. She surfaced right behind him, eyes wide, staring at his profile like she'd just discovered something forbidden.

"Fuck, Greg," she said, voice low and breathy, floating closer until her chest brushed his arm. "You're like... sculpted or something. That face, those shoulders—it's not fair." She reached out, trailing her fingers down his spine, and he shivered, turning just enough to give her that shy half-smile. I knew that look; it had melted me the second I saw it, his perfect jawline catching the light, eyes dark and inviting. Women fell for it—hell, I had, right there on the bank, pulse racing as he swam oblivious. Now she was under the spell too, her hand dipping lower, grazing his hip underwater.

He didn't pull away, just let out a soft hum, the water lapping at his chest. Gina's gaze dropped, mesmerized, and I could see the realization hit her again—his beauty wrapping around that secret we'd uncovered. She moved in, pressing against his back, one arm snaking around his waist. Her hand found him under the surface, cupping his entire package in one easy grab—dick and balls, soft and small in her palm. Greg moaned, a quiet rumble that vibrated through the water, his head tipping back against her shoulder. "Shit," he muttered, hips twitching forward into her hold.

Gina's fingers squeezed gently, rolling his balls while her thumb stroked the limp shaft. "You know, I'm usually all about the big ones," she said, her words carrying over the gentle waves to me as I swam up beside them. "Size queen through and through—guys hung like horses, you know? But yours... fuck, Greg, it's amazing. So small, but just right. Pretty, like the rest of you." She giggled, the sound light and teasing, and I joined in, nodding as I treaded water next to them.

"Agreed," I said, reaching out to trace his chest, feeling the rapid beat under my palm. "Tiny but perfect. Fits like it was made for this." We both laughed again, the sound mixing with the splash of our legs kicking, and Greg's face flushed, but his dick stirred in her hand, thickening just a bit. Gina kept working him slow, her other arm draped over his shoulder, lips brushing his ear. The water made everything slicker, her grip sliding easy over his skin, and he groaned deeper, eyes half-lidded.

"I want it again," I said, the words slipping out hungry, my own body heating up despite the chill. Gina's eyes met mine over his shoulder, sparkling with that same itch.

"Me too," she replied, giving him a playful tug that made him gasp. "Let's take turns riding that little dick. See who can make him cum first—loser owes the winner a full-body massage later."

Greg's breath hitched, but he didn't protest, just nodded, already half-hard from her attention. We raced then, not really racing but playful, shoving at each other in the shallow end where the bottom sloped up to a sandy shelf. Gina won the mock sprint, pushing me aside with a hip check that sent water flying. "My turn," she declared, guiding him down onto his back in the knee-deep water, the sand soft under him. She straddled his hips quick, her pussy hovering over his cock—now fully stiff at that adorable four inches, head flushed and begging. She sank down, taking him in one smooth drop, moaning as he filled her just enough, her walls clenching around the short length.

"Fuck, yes," she hissed, starting to rock, hands braced on his chest for leverage. The water sloshed around them, splashing up her thighs as she ground down, his dick disappearing inside her with every lift and fall. Greg's hands gripped her hips, guiding her, his abs flexing with the effort to thrust up. She rode him steady, circling her hips to rub her clit against his base, tits jiggling with the motion. "God, it's hitting right there—your tiny cock is owning me," she panted, leaning forward to kiss him messy, tongues sliding as she picked up speed. I watched from the side, fingers dipping between my own legs, teasing my clit while the scene unfolded. She was good, drawing these low grunts from him, his balls tightening already, but I knew his tells—the way his breath caught when things got visual, when an ass came into play.

Gina kept at it, bouncing harder, water spraying up with each slap of her thighs against his. "Come on, little guy, give it to me," she urged, squeezing around him, her moans turning sharp. He was close, face twisting, but she wasn't quite there—too focused on winning to edge him perfectly. I waited, patient, until she slowed just a fraction, then tapped her shoulder. "My go."

She lifted off with a wet slide, his cock bobbing free, slick and shiny from her. I didn't waste time—straddled him reverse, facing away, my ass cheeks framing his view as I lowered myself. His hands found my hips immediately, thumbs digging into the flesh, and I felt him throb against my entrance. Sinking down, I took every inch—short as it was, it nudged just right inside me, my pussy gripping tight. "Fuck, Emily," he groaned, voice strained, and I started riding, slow at first, rolling my hips to make my ass bounce for him.

The water made it slippery, my cheeks clapping lightly against his thighs as I picked up pace. I knew what he wanted—had learned it that first time by the bank, watching him stroke himself after spotting me. The visual did it; my ass, round and firm from all those summer runs, flexed with every drop, cheeks spreading just enough to tease him with the sight. Gina knelt beside us, her hand on my back, urging me on. "Look at that ass—fuck him good, Em."

I did, grinding down hard, feeling his cock pulse inside me, the head brushing that spot that made my toes curl. Less than a minute in, and he was done—his grip tightened, hips bucking up wild, and he came with a choked yell, hot spurts flooding me, his tiny dick jerking deep. Cum leaked out around him as I kept moving, milking every drop, my own pussy clenching in response. "Shit, yes," I moaned, riding through it until he went soft, slipping out with a gush that mixed with the water.

Gina laughed, loud and triumphant, splashing water at us. "That's more like the small guys I've been with—quick trigger." But her eyes were on my ass, still hovering over his spent dick, and she reached over, spanking me sharp on one cheek. The sting shot straight to my core, and I moaned, arching back into it. Greg twitched below me, his cock giving a little jerk despite being done, already leaking a fresh bead.

We noticed, both of us, and Gina grinned wicked. "Oh, he likes that." She spanked me again, harder, the slap echoing over the water, my skin warming under her palm. I yelped, then turned the tables, twisting to land a smack on her thigh—firm, playful, making her ass jiggle. She retaliated quick, her hand cracking against my other cheek, and I fired back, spanking her right on the curve where thigh met ass. We went at it like that, trading blows in the shallow water, laughter mixing with moans—her palm stinging my skin red, mine leaving pink marks on her. Each smack sent jolts through me, my pussy throbbing empty now, clit aching for touch.

Greg watched, transfixed, his hand drifting down to his dick without us seeing at first. The spanks kept coming, faster, our bodies twisting in the water—slap on ass, slap on thigh, the wet sounds filthy and rhythmic. Gina's breaths turned ragged, her nipples hard points as she leaned in to spank me again, and I felt the build in her too. But it was him who broke—eyes locked on our reddening skin, the way our asses flexed and jiggled. He groaned, hand pumping his softening cock just twice, and came again, untouched by us, ropes of cum shooting weak but insistent into the water, his body shuddering under the waves.

We stopped, panting, collapsing against him in a heap—Gina on one side, me on the other, our slapped skin tingling as the water soothed it. Greg lay there, flushed and wrecked, a lazy smile breaking through. "You two are gonna kill me," he muttered, but his arm draped over us both, pulling us close.

I kissed Gina's shoulder, tasting the lake on her skin, then nipped Greg's jaw. "Worth it. But next time, we make you beg for the spanks." As the moon climbed higher, the water settling around us, I figured this summer hole had seen enough secrets—though with his perfect little package and our endless games, we'd probably invent a few more before dawn.