Oral Fixations

The week droned away, albeit never at an even pace. Now that I'd said it out loud to Blythe, I could sense that time in this town was not behaving itself. Minutes seemed like hours. Hours seemed like seconds. I could never tell exactly whether it was just me sensing it. Blythe had said she sensed it too, but I didn't get the impression it was startling her like it had me. Maybe she's just used to it. Maybe it's my lighting injury.

It wasn't exactly an unpleasant experience. Lilly and I were having the time of our lives, slipping deeper and deeper into a familiar and comfortable depravity that made me feel like a porn star. I certainly wasn't depressed about my circumstances. If anything, I found it puzzling, albeit disorienting.

I woke up Saturday morning with my dick still inside of Lilly, who was spooned against me and snoring contentedly.

"Hey sexy," I said, rubbing her shoulder gently. She rolled her hips and cooed.

"Morning, Stud," she replied, stretching out her arms and legs and yawning loudly. "Quarter till 8. Are you all packed up for the trip?"

"Yeah," I said. "I packed up yesterday morning before work. I figured I wouldn't have much time with all of my... Responsibilities around here."

"Good boy," Lilly said. She rolled her hips again, and I could feel my penis hardening again inside her. "Side fuck me good this morning before you have to get on the road. I'm going to miss my boy toy so much this weekend!"

I pulled her leg up a little and scooted to get better leverage, and I began to slowly pump her depths. She moaned. I loved this angle, the tension caused by her legs, and the way my pelvis met with the gentle curves of her tight ass made the sensation of penetrating her all the more blissful. The slick grip of her vagina was particularly pleasing along the top of my shaft as I slid in and out of her, tickling nerve endings I didn't know I had. I shuddered in anticipatory pleasure. Her hips bucked a little, protesting each time I slid out of her to push my way back inside.

"Oh! Yes! Glide that big cock in and out of Auntie's pussy, baby!" She said, purring softly.

"Does Aunt Lilly like feeling that dick stretch her out from this angle as much as I do?" I asked, provocatively.

"Oh fuck yes I do!" She squealed, faintly. Her hand drifted to her clit, and she rubbed herself in quick concentric circles as I continued to slowly work my way back and forth along my length.

"Cum with me, Lilly. I love it when we cum together."

"Oh God."

"Please, Auntie, cum on my dick while I fill your pussy with my hot cum."

"Oh fuck, Jack!"

"You can do it. Such a good girl. You know you want it. Break for me."

"Oh God, Daddy, fuck!"

"That's it!"

"Oh God!"

"Cum, you fucking whore!"

"FUCK!"

She shattered, her screams shaking the paintings on the walls. I thrust into her hard, fast, ruthlessly and her pussy clenched down on me like a bear trap. My vision whited out briefly, a flash of green light that I'd been seeing more and more frequently but that I'd started to write off. I swear I saw a light in the bedroom flicker on momentarily, but I couldn't be sure. Her wetness flowed all over my balls as my hot cum filled her cunt. We lay there breathless.

"Oh fuck, baby, you'd better clean off and get going! You've got to go seduce our little slutty third wheel today!"

"Relax, Lilly, I've got..." I looked at the clock. 10:45. 'Two hours?' I thought. "What the fuck happened to the time?"

Lilly giggled. "Time flies when you're fucking me!" She said.

"No kidding," I chuckled. I ran quickly to the shower and washed off. When I came out of the bathroom she stood up before me, naked, and pressed her beautiful tits against my chest.

"Go get Blythe addicted to that cock of yours, Stud. Then this summer's festivities can really begin!" She kissed me sweetly, and ruffled my damp hair.

I got downstairs at 11:02, my backpack and sleeping bag hoist over one shoulder and looking only a little like I'd just crawled out of bed. I stood at the corner out in front of The Strand for a few minutes. A little bit of commerce buzzed around me - bored husbands tapping their feet on the curb while their wives shopped for kitschy antiques in the shops around the courthouse; a stray black and white dog with shaggy fur looking at me sheepishly as he did his business on the courthouse lawn.

Before too long, a silver-grey Subaru pulled up in front of the cafe. Blythe rolled down the back passenger's window and smiled at me brightly, her hair done up in a cute bun.

"Get in, loser! We're going camping!" She yelled, giggling.

I tossed my bag in the back and got in the back on the other side from Blythe. Cassie and Jill smiled at me warmly from the front seats.

"Jack, meet Cassie and Jill. Girls, this is Jack." Cassie yelled "Hey" from the driver's seat as we rolled away from the coffee shop.

"Nice to meet you, Jack!" Jill said, reaching around to shake my hand. "Blythe has told us so much about you." My cheeks flushed faintly and I smiled.

We made our way around the town square to catch Edwards Street all the way to the highway leading North. I had only a faint sense of the geography of this place, and I really didn't know much at all about where we were headed.

"Blythe tells me we're in for some fun at the lake this weekend?"

"Oh yeah! That's right, you're not from around here," Cassie said. She was a fit, sexy young black woman, with raven black hair that came down just above her shoulders. Jill was slim, short, with blond hair and, from what I could tell at this angle, packing a nice pair of perky B-cups. She gave off more of a tom boy look than Cassie did.

"Lake Cagnard," Jill said. "It's not a very big lake, but it has a little tributary that used to run through Martin before meeting up with the River. The Corps of Engineers dammed the creek up in the hopes of using the lake as a reservoir, but it never really panned out. It's only about 40 miles north of Martin."

"Jill's parents have a little cabin right on the Lake!" Blythe said, grabbing my arm playfully to steer my attention to her. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. "Like I said, pretty primitive. No running water or electricity. But there's a little john boat with an outboard that will take us to a little dive bar party spot called Josey's on the other side of the Lake. It's off FM63 where all the college kids meet up to party."

"Nice!" I said, genuinely impressed with the plan.

"Yeah, I think we all need to let our hair down finally. Summer classes were a bad choice!" Cassie said, turning onto the highway and punching the accelerator.

We rolled on down the highway. The girls cranked the radio when Elton John's Benny and the Jets came on, and we all laughed as we tried without success to remember the lyrics and sing along. Blythe practically lost it laughing so hard when Jill screamed "Electric Boobs!" I turned to look at Blythe, her skin glowing, a stray strand of her dark brown hair flapping in the breeze, her round c-cup tits heaving as she giggled at the road trip shenanigans. I felt something stir in my gut. Not just lust for her looks, but something perhaps deeper. A longing. A sense of coming home.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat. Lilly had, as was her custom, kept me up late, and I thought a little cat nap in the car might help me charge up for the wild weekend these college girls had in store for us. I woke up as the Subaru eased off the highway and merged onto a rural route that took us through a swampy area thick with cypress trees and Spanish moss.

"Hopefully, some good dick at Josey's," I heard Cassie exclaim as I awoke in the middle of their conversation.

"Omg!" Blythe said. "Cassie, you and Jill are the worst lesbians ever."

"It's called bisexuality, Blythe." Cassie retorted.

"Nothing wrong with a good cock now and then!" Jill interjected. They all giggled, unaware that I had awoken.

"Besides, Blythe, you can't go around all week like a doe in heat talking 'Jack this' and 'Jack that' and 'Omg I bet he's hung!' and expect us to just sit there and not get our strange on too!"

"Shh!" Blythe said, slapping Cassie's arm playfully. I stirred in my seat.

"Hey sleepy head!" Blythe said, mildly horrified at the thought that I might have heard them. "Hope you got some rest on the drive, we're almost there!"

"Sorry I dozed off on y'all!" I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Jill's voice is enough to put anyone to sleep!" Cassie said teasingly. Jill punched her in the arm playfully.

We drove another seven or eight miles down the rural route before we reached a T intersection. Straight ahead, the paved road ended, and a winding dirt road snaked its way through a rural property before disappearing behind a thick grove of trees. The tires made a grinding sound as we transitioned from the pavement to the dirt, and we left a giant plume of dust behind us as Cassie navigated the car towards the grove. Soon, we'd cut through the other side of the tree line, and Cassie parked the car up against a quaint little wooden cabin nestled against the banks of the lake. The water was smooth as glass, surrounded on all sides by more of those ghostly cypress trees and curving mysteriously to the East on the horizon line.

I hopped out and opened the back trunk. I helped the girls carry their things inside - their sleeping bags and backpacks, a 40 pack of light beer, and two large coolers packed with ice and provisions.

"This is your room... Sorry, you're going to have to share with me," Blythe said, opening the door to reveal two bunk bends with no linens or pillows, just the wooden frame and the box springs.

"You weren't kidding when you said 'primitive,' I said.

"Yeah, we're going to be roughing it for sure." She replied. We tossed our sleeping bags on the beds. "Best not unroll our sleeping bags until we're ready to sleep. Less chance bugs get in that way."

I nodded in agreement and we turned around to unload the groceries and get acquainted with the place. There were only two bedrooms, neither very large, and a modest living area with a large leather sofa and three leather chairs beside an old fireplace choked full of cobwebs. Behind the sofa was a kitchen with a wood-burning stove and a small counter top for food prep. There was an outhouse out back. It looked as though no one had been in the cabin in a hundred years, and small odds and ends - a flashlight covered in dust, a rusted knife, a large hatchet by the door, suggested that whoever had been here last had just picked up and walked away, expecting to be back any minute but never returning again.

I finished unloading the groceries and packed about 12 of the beers from the 40 pack into one of the coolers and packed them down with ice. I grabbed a cold one and cracked it open, handing it to Blythe before reaching back in to grab another one for myself. Cassie and Jill were outside unloading some folding chairs to set out next to the fire pit next to the lake.

"I like it here!" I exclaimed, taking a sip of my beer.

"I'm so glad! I thought you looked like you needed a get away." Blythe said.

"Definitely! So, what's the plan?" I asked.

Blythe looked out the window to look at the fire pit. "Well, there should be a stack of firewood up against the side of the cabin. Can you be a dear and carry a bunch of it down to the fire pit and get it all stacked up so that we can have a fire later? I figured we'd gas up the boat and go over to Josey's after lunch, party there for the afternoon, and then head back here when it starts getting dark to chill around the fire."

"That sounds great!" I said. The idea of boating over to a watering hole on the other side of the lake made me feel a little like a Jimmy Buffet kind of pirate. I walked outside and turned around the corner to the see the stack of split firewood. There was a long strip of canvass with two nylon handles at either end that I used to load up the wood and carry it over to the fire pit. The air was alive with cicadas and bird song, and the lake remained still, reflecting perfectly the verdant shades of cypress and oak leaves and the sapphire sky above us. I stacked the firewood and prepared the fire pit. I stood up and dusted my hands off on my bluejeans as I turned to look back at the cabin. Blythe, Cassie, and Jill all spilled out of the cabin in their bikinis. My jaw dropped. I knew that Blythe was a hottie, but nothing could prepare me for seeing her perky ass in that bikini. The fabric of her top pulled taught across her nice round tits so that her nipples poked through the fabric. The girls walked up to me, and Blythe gave me a flirtatious smile.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She said.

"Huh?" I muttered in confusion. She giggled again.

"Oh, shit. Sorry." I said. "Good for you, Blythe!" My eyes now exaggerating the act of looking her up and down.

She shoved me playfully. "Lilly said you had a one-track mind!"

"Oh did she?" I said. Blythe bit her bottom lip and nodded.

"What else did she say about me?" I asked.

Blythe shook her head. "Not now. Later." She touched my arm again tenderly.

"Ready to sail, Captain Jack?" She asked, running over to the john boat.

I took a can of gas that Cassie had brought along filled up the engine. It took a few cranks, and I definitely broke a sweat from the effort, but soon the outboard roared to life. Cassie, Jill and Blythe stepped into the gin clear water of the lake and climbed into the boat, and I revved the motor to get us out in to the middle of the lake. The waters were teeming with life. Red eared turtles bolted from their sunning perches to dart through the water as we passed them by. Water moccasins swam along side the boat. I'm pretty sure I even glimpsed the tail of small alligator as it disappeared between the knotty roots of a cypress tree on the far bank.

"You ladies are awful brave to want to come out here and camp with all these creepy crawlies out and about," I said.

They all laughed. "Jack, we're country girls at heart!" Jill shouted over the rumble of the outboard.

"That's right," Blythe added. "And we live in the South. If we got freaked out by a few reptiles, we'd never get out and have any fun!"

We made our way up the lake until we saw the sign. "Josey's Provisions." The paint was faded along the wooden facade, and from a distance the place looked abandoned. But as we got closer, I saw a long dock extending out from the store, and already a small cadre of young people laughing and listening to music on the dock and on boats beached on the shoreline.

We tied off the boat along the dock and got out to join the party. Blythe led me inside where we bought four large Styrofoam cups of frozen margarita and a 12-pack of light beer and headed back out to find Cassie and Jill among the excitement. Jill had already found a group of folks blaring their radio around a keg of beer, and her tits fell out of her bikini as she attempted a keg stand - a sight that ingratiated us instantly with the locals.

"Fuck yeah!" one guy exclaimed while several women whooped in support. Jill lasted an impressive 30 seconds, belching with great amusement and she adjusted her swimsuit and pumped the keg to hand it off to Cassie for the next go round.

"So it's going to be THAT kind of a party," I said, chuckling.

"Looks that way." Blythe replied. "What, not your thing?"

"I'm all for having a good time. I just need to keep it together enough to get the boat back to camp," I said.

"Blythe! Your turn, bitch!" Cassie screamed, beckoning her to join the group. Blythe walked over and handed Cassie her frozen marg. She turned to look at me and winked.

"Hold me up for my keg stand?" She asked, biting that lower lip again.

"Sure!" I said.

I grabbed Blythe's skinny waist in my hands. "Ok, ready? One, two, three!" I lifted Blythe upside down, her hands grabbing hold of the beer keg while Cassie held the spigot to her mouth. The crowd chanted "One, two, three, four, five..." Blythe's skin felt incredible on my hands, and the warmth of her hips on my hands sparked a tinder inside me. Blythe made it 18 seconds before I noticed beer starting to dribble from her lips as she struggled to keep up. She shifted her weight, and I eased her back to Earth gradually. "Whooo!" She shouted, wiping her lips and turning to me as the crowd applauded her efforts.

"Thanks," she said, kissing me playfully on the cheek. "We make a good team!"

"Way to go, kid!" I said, putting my arm around her shoulder as we walked over to the circle with the rest of the spectators. I took the frozen marg from Cassie and handed it back to Blythe.

"Who you calling 'kid?'" She asked, feigning offense. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

We walked up the shoreline closer to the store, and saw some college kids playing beer pong. "Want to team up and smoke these amateurs?" She asked.

She and I went several rounds holding our own at the game. After defeating our third opponent in a row she spanked my ass.

"Young lady!" I shouted, mimicking her earlier indignation.

"You've got a nice butt for a coffee barista," she said. Her eyes twinkled as she said so.

The afternoon flew by like the drunken fever dream it was. As dusk fell on Josey's, more and more college kids from the nearby town poured into the parking lot or pulled up in little boats like ours. It felt like spring break, something I hadn't every fully experienced while I was actually enrolled at the University. Blythe and I danced playfully together on the lake shore. Laughing. Occasionally stumbling and having the other come to the rescue. Falling into each other's arms and loitering there for longer than necessary.

'Lilly was right about Blythe,' I thought. 'She's getting her freak on in front of me.' The thought made me strangely nervous. Despite Lilly's efforts all summer to prove to me that I had what it took in bed, I somehow felt this strange, burning need to not screw this up with Blythe. That sense appeared, at first blush, to be tied to Lilly's scheme - to turn Blythe into our confidante and playmate. To make the Strand into some sort of weird love triangle. But as the evening wore on and Blythe continued to let her guard down, I increasingly grew to forget about those concerns. I just wanted to be with Blythe, right here in this moment; hell, to drag this moment out, maybe to make it something more than a reckless summer.

The lights of Josey's flickered a couple of times, and then a loud pop as part of the sign's neon lettering blew out, sending a rain of sparks down onto the lake shore. The crowd gasped for a moment before realizing what had happened and going back to the bacchanalia. I went back inside the store to get a refill on my margarita. As I paid the cashier, a cute slim blond in a leopard print bikini strolled up behind me.

"Hey there! You're cute!" She said through slightly slurred speech. I turned to look at her, and she giggled and smiled as she gently swayed in line.

"Um, thanks!" I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

"I'm Shawna!" she said, offering her hand to shake mine.

"Nice to meet you Shawna," I said, "I'm Jack."

She held my hand in hers and eyed me up and down. "You like to party, huh Jack?"

"There you are!" Out of nowhere, Blythe's arm wrapped around my shoulder. She kissed me on the lips the second I turned to face her, her tongue passing my lips and tapping gently on mine. She broke the kiss and ran her fingers through my hair, her other hand on my chest. "I think you should get me out of here before I do something to you in public that'll get us kicked out," she whispered, loudly.

We walked out of Josey's and headed toward the dock where our boat was tied up. We passed Cassie and Jill making out with each other on a picnic table.

"Cassie, Jill!" Blythe shouted, "Jack is taking me back to the cabin. Y'all coming?" Cassie broke off the kiss with Jill to look at us.