Midnight Lakehouse Revelations

The sun crested the trees, turning the lake into a sheet of molten gold, and I couldn't shake the buzz humming through my veins. Greg's arm was still slung around my waist, his skin sticky with sweat and lake water against mine. Gina lounged on her side, one leg kicked out, her fingers idly tracing patterns in the grass near my thigh. "So, you in for more?" I asked him, voice casual but edged with that pull I'd felt since spotting him four days ago, slicing through the water like he owned the night. His shy nod made my pulse kick up. "Come back to the lake house with us. But if you do, you're staying naked the whole time. No clothes, no bullshit. Deal?"

He blinked, those sharp cheekbones catching the light, then grinned—slow and real, like he'd been waiting for the excuse. "Deal." Gina whooped, jumping up and grabbing our scattered towels, tossing them into a pile we left behind. We didn't bother dressing; the path back was ours alone, a winding trail through pines that scratched at the air with their needles. I took the lead sometimes, hips swaying just enough to feel their eyes on my ass—bare cheeks flexing with each step over roots and pebbles, the cool morning air teasing the cleft between them. Greg walked in the middle, his perfect body on full display: lean lines from whatever kept him moving, that tiny dick swinging soft and unashamed between his thighs, barely a pendulum but impossible to ignore. I'd been hooked from that first glimpse of him naked in the moonlight, body cutting through the dark like a secret, and now here he was, real and close.

Gina hung back a bit, her gorgeous curves bouncing with her stride—full tits shifting, ass round and marked from the night's play. She stole glances too, at his cock, at my back, her breath coming quicker when I paused to bend for a low branch, giving them both a clear shot of my pussy lips peeking from behind. "Fuck, you two are killing me already," she muttered, catching up to slap my ass lightly, the sting a quick reminder of her hands earlier. Greg laughed, low and easy, his dick twitching just from the vibe. The walk stretched out, maybe twenty minutes of stolen looks and half-jokes about getting caught, but no one covered up. By the time the lake house came into view—our rickety rental with its sagging porch and screens full of mosquito bites—we were all flushed, bodies alive under the climbing sun.

Exhaustion hit like a wave once we tumbled inside. The place smelled like pine and stale coffee, the king bed in the main room dominating the space, sheets rumpled from Gina and me crashing there before. We didn't talk; just collapsed onto it in a heap of limbs and skin. Greg in the middle, me curled against his side, Gina spooning him from the other. His warmth seeped into me, that beautiful chest rising steady, and I drifted off with the taste of him still on my tongue, wondering how the hell this had flipped my summer upside down.

I woke first, sunlight slanting through the blinds in dusty bars across the bed. Greg was out cold, mouth slack, but his tiny dick stood rigid against his stomach—full four inches, head flushed purple, a bead of precum at the tip. My pussy clenched at the sight, memories of him buried inside me flashing hot. I shifted down quietly, not wanting to wake him yet, and wrapped my lips around the shaft, tongue flat against the underside as I sucked slow. He tasted salty, clean from the lake, and I took him easy—mouth bobbing shallow since he was so short, cheeks hollowing as I swirled around the head. A low moan rumbled from his chest, body twitching, but his eyes stayed shut. Emboldened, I cupped his balls, rolling them gently while I worked him deeper, the whole length disappearing without effort.

Gina stirred then, her hand brushing my hip as she propped up on an elbow. "Starting without me?" she whispered, smirking, but her eyes were dark with want. She slid down too, joining me between his legs. We shared him like that—me sucking the tip while she licked the base, our tongues meeting slick over his skin. His moans got louder, hips bucking lazy in sleep, that perfect cock throbbing between our mouths. I pulled off to let her take a turn, watching her lips stretch around him, her hand fisting the root even though there wasn't much to grip. "Mmm, little guy's eager," she murmured against him, then dragged her tongue up to meet mine again. We kissed over his dick, sloppy and open-mouthed, swapping spit and his taste while he groaned deeper, fingers flexing in the sheets.

His eyes fluttered open just as his breath hitched—wide and dazed, locking on us with that intense stare. "Fuck—Em, Gina..." He didn't finish, body arching as we doubled down, me sucking hard while she tongued his balls. It hit him fast; he gasped, hands flying to our heads, and came in thick spurts—hot jets filling my mouth, spilling over my chin as I pulled back to share with Gina. She licked it off me, humming approval, and we watched him pant through the afterglow, chest heaving, dick softening quick but still twitching.

"Shit, that was..." He trailed off, but his recovery was stupidly fast—already half-hard again as he sat up, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, pussy sliding down his length in one go, both of us groaning at the fit. "You're so fucking hot," I whispered, grinding slow, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, thumbs pressing into the tender spots from last night. Gina watched, fingers dipping between her own thighs, then leaned in to kiss him—tongue deep, tasting himself on her lips. "Love this little cock of yours, Greg. Fills just right—doesn't overwhelm, just hits perfect."

He blushed but thrust up into me, making me gasp, and we found a rhythm—me bouncing steady, tits brushing his chest, while Gina's hand snuck between us to rub my clit. "Praise him more," she said, voice husky, taking charge like she did in the water. "Tell him how his body's insane—those cheekbones, that ass." I did, moaning it out as I rode harder: "God, you're beautiful—dick feels amazing, so tight inside me." He flipped us then, pinning me under him, pounding missionary with short, sharp strokes that nudged my g-spot every time. Gina straddled my face, lowering her pussy onto my mouth—wet and musky, grinding down as I licked her folds, tongue flicking her clit.

But she wasn't done directing. "Eat her ass, Greg—first time for you two, right?" He hesitated a beat, eyes flicking to mine for the okay, and I nodded, heart slamming. He pulled out, flipping me to my stomach, and spread my cheeks wide—cool air hitting my hole before his tongue did, warm and tentative at first, circling the rim. "Fuck, yes," I moaned into the pillow, pushing back as he got bolder, lapping flat and firm, dipping the tip inside while his fingers slid back into my pussy. Gina knelt beside us, spanking my ass lightly to urge him on, then grabbed his hair, guiding his mouth deeper. "Taste her—bet it's as sweet as that tiny dick of yours." He hummed against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core, and I bucked, close already.

We switched wild after that—Gina dominating, pushing Greg onto his back and mounting him reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank down, riding him with rolls that made her tits bounce. "Watch this, Em," she said, beckoning me over. I knelt behind her, licking where they joined—tongue on his balls, then up to her clit, tasting them both as she fucked him. He groaned loud, hands on her hips, that beautiful face twisted in pleasure. "Your cock's perfect for this—slips right in, lets me grind just how I want." I praised too, nipping her ass while fingering myself: "He's gorgeous, isn't he? Look at that body moving under you."

She came first, shuddering down on him, pussy clenching visible around his length, and he followed quick—pulling out to spray across her back, hot ropes landing on her skin. I dove in, licking it up while she panted, then pushed him flat again for my turn. Doggy this time, him behind me while Gina lay under, sucking my tits and fingering my clit. His thrusts were frantic now, dick slamming home, one hand spanking my ass in rhythm, the other reaching to thumb my hole where he'd just eaten it. "Cum in me—fill my pussy," I begged, and he did, groaning as he buried deep, pulsing inside with those short bursts that always felt so intimate.

Gina took over then, flipping me onto my back and scissoring against me—pussies grinding wet and slick, her dominating the pace with hips snapping hard. Greg watched, stroking himself back to life, then joined by eating her ass from behind while she rubbed against me. It was chaos—moans overlapping, bodies slick with sweat and cum, her fingers digging into my thighs as we chased the edge. I came hard, squirting a little against her, soaking the sheets, and she followed, grinding through it with a curse. Greg finished us off, jerking over our joined pussies, adding his load to the mess.

We collapsed in a sticky pile, breaths syncing as the room filled with the scent of us. Gina chuckled first, tracing a finger through the cum on my stomach. "Think this place can handle round three tonight? Or are we breaking the bed first?"

I smirked, pulling Greg closer, his tiny dick soft against my thigh. "Why choose? But if we do, you're buying the lube—my ass is next on the menu."