Cassy giggled. “Well, with tits like yours, there’s a lot to examine! I think he’s kind of a tit guy. Most Swedish guys love big boobs since most Swedish women look like me.”
“You have adorable tits, Cassy. They aren’t as small as you make them out to be.” She ran her hands over the diminutive hillocks and swirled her fingers around Cassy’s cone-shaped areolas, turning the girl’s nipples into hardened points.
Cassy harrumphed. “Whatever.” Then she brightened. “Now that you’re on birth control, I bet you can’t wait for guys to start fucking you.”
Lilly looked away. “First, the doctor said it would take a few days to become effective. And second, just because I can have sex doesn’t mean I’m just going to jump in bed with some random guy.”
Giggling, Cassy said, “I bet you wouldn’t mind that cute guy in your math class bending you over. Oh, oh! Or there is that boy from last summer!” Cassy’s eyes were bright. “What’s his name?”
“Robby.” Lilly playfully slapped her friend’s shoulder then fiddled with Cassy’s nipple. She said, “I don’t know. They are both cute, but you all keep telling me I should be with someone older my first time.”
Cassy nodded then watched as Lilly plucked at her jutting bud. “There is nothing wrong with that.” Cassy’s eyes went big. “What if my dad and Uncle Lars fucked you at the same time?”
Cassy burst into guffaws while Lilly pretended to be disgusted. Then the images from Louise’s hotel weekend floated across her mind’s eye. She found that once the seed was planted, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She went home that afternoon to find the house empty and immediately undressed. She searched some porn videos and after trying a few different words and phrases, discovered the key words: double penetration.
Laying in bed, she played with herself while viewing a closeup of two thick cocks simultaneously pummeling into the woman’s pussy and ass. When her special place frothed with arousal, she paused the video.
Strolling naked through the house, she went downstairs, finding what she wanted in the refrigerator. She hummed and absently finger fucked herself as the microwave spent 30 seconds taking the chill off her new toy. Back up to her room, she hit play while circling her butthole with some lube. While working her wine bottle into her bottom, she pushed a thick zucchini inside her pussy and sighed with contentment. It felt wonderful.
But she quickly discovered it was difficult to replicate the timing and coordination she saw on the video; there were too many moving parts and keeping everything in place while attempting to piston each dildo left her unsatisfied. She eventually gave up, left the toys buried in her body and went to work on her clit with her electric toothbrush. The subsequent orgasm was monumental.
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A couple weeks later, the Vatspalts were saying goodbye to Uncle Lars, who would be heading home to Sweden the following Monday. They spent all Saturday poolside, naked and in and out of the warm water. They had barbecue and drank a lot of homemade sangria, which Lilly thought was delicious.
They played Marco-Polo, had chicken fights and wrestling matches, and judged each other on diving off the springboard. Lilly stole glances at the men’s cocks throughout the day, giggling when they bounced and flopped around as they frolicked. Her breasts did the same and she enjoyed knowing her second family took an interest in them. Six months ago she would have covered up with a sweatshirt to prevent people from ogling her tits and now she proudly showed them off.
Corn hole was a big hit and Lilly surprised everyone with her skill at tossing the little sack into the hole. The kids took lots of pictures and videos with their phones and swapped them between each other, often threatening to post the nude photos on their various social media channels. But Lilly knew it was all in good fun. The Vatspalts respected privacy and she trusted them all implicitly.
Late in the afternoon, Momma asked her to get some more towels from the pool house. Lilly waved to her lazily. “Okay, Momma. In a minute.” Fairly drunk and very relaxed, Lilly was sprawled face-down on a lounge chair. Uncle Lars was working sunscreen across her shoulders and back. He was firm as he massaged her muscles, which were sore from the rough-housing.
She loved being touched by him, but was trying to conceal her arousal by talking about yachts. When his hands came to rest on her bottom, her breath caught. Gently squeezing, he spread her cheeks open and rubbed the lotion between them with his thumbs. It felt wonderful and she smiled when he lightly pressed them to her butthole.
He asked, “You want some help getting the towels?”
Lilly giggled and squirmed her bottom against his fingers. “Sure, thanks.” Using his thumbs to open her tightness, she’d hoped he would push his finger inside. She had made good progress with her bottle and had learned to relax against the strain the glass created upon being inserted.
Instead, he pulled back and dribbled the sunscreen down the back of her legs. Nudging them apart before working the lotion into her skin, his thumbs moved deeper between her thighs, grazing her special place. He said in a low tone, “You’re wet.”
“I know,” she cooed. “Sorry.” She wasn’t at all sorry that he’d discovered her arousal and opened her legs further.
Prying the folds of her pleat apart with his thumbs as his fingers kneaded the lotion into her thighs, he said, “You have nothing to apologize for.” He chuckled. “It just shows that I am an expert when it comes to applying suntan lotion to a beautiful young woman.” His hands slid lower down her legs; stong fingers kneaded her thighs.
“You’ll get no argument from me,” she said softly. He rubbed her calves and then spent a few minutes massaging her feet, which felt amazing. He rubbed each toe and she never thought someone playing with her piggies could feel so wonderful.
“Hey you two,” Momma called. “Do you think the towels will arrive today?”
“Sorry,” they said in unison. Getting off the lounge chair, Lilly saw his cock was rock hard and stood at glorious attention. She couldn’t help but giggle. As they walked across the yard, she feld emboldened by the alcohol and took hold of his manhood. He didn’t protest and she asked, “After we get the towels, will you do my front?”
“Sure. My pleasure.”
Mine, too, she thought. She couldn’t wait to get back.
The pool house was generously sized and well furnished with day beds and even a small bathroom. It was bright and airy, with large glass French doors that looked out to the pool. The walls were lined with shelves and cabinets and were full of inflatable pool toys, spare bathing suits and the various items needed to keep the pool clean. The cabinets were also catch-alls for storage of all sorts of other things deemed not worthy of being kept in the house. “I’ll go high, you go low,” he said.
“Sounds like a good plan.” She knelt to look into a cabinet. They worked their way around the room in opposite directions, pulling towels as they went, and met at the far wall. He was standing over her, looking on a shelf, and she watched his gorgeous kuk as it proudly poked perpendicular to his flat stomach.
It was still pleasantly firm and only a few inches away. The shaft was serpentined with pretty blue veins and the pink head shown glossy with arousal. His hairless balls hung low, like ripened plums. It all looked utterly delicious and her stomach actually gurgled as she licked her lips; she suddenly realized she was physically hungry for his sperm. She recalled Momma’s comments at the cafe: ‘When a man’s penis is near your mouth, you pleasure him. There is nothing to question.’ Still, she felt the need to be polite. Looking up to him, she asked, “Uncle Lars, I want to suck it again. Can I?”
He smiled down at her, his large hand stroking her dark, wet hair. The tenderness of the moment caused Lilly’s special place to stir. He said, “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask.”
She didn’t really know how to say what she wanted but knew she had to try. Recalling their conversation on the yacht, she said, “This time, will you be the king?” He knew exactly what she meant and his handsome face grew stern.
“Stand before your king, my young maiden.” Lilly slowly stood, enjoying his eyes on her nakedness. He quickly took hold of her nipple and twisted. “Do not look upon me with your eyes,” he said. “You are not worthy.”
Wincing, Lilly quickly looked toward the floor. “I’m sorry your Highness.” He let go of her nub and it throbbed. She made a move to rub it and he slapped her hand away. She looked up at him and quickly looked back to the floor when she saw his disapproval.
“Turn around.” Lilly turned and faced the wall. Pressing her firmly, he crushed her breasts to it, then used his foot to nudge her ankles apart. His hands were upon her shoulders; squeezing, as if testing the freshness of a piece of fruit. He did this across her body, gently pinching and plumping; appraising. When he got to her bottom he swatted it and Lilly yelped in surprise. It was harder than she’d anticipated. “Your king demands you take hold of yourself and open them.”
“Yes, your Highness.” Lilly ran her hands over her ass and bent slightly so that now her cheek was pressed to the wall. Slipping her fingers in far enough to feel the ridges of her butthole, she pried her cheeks open. To her delight, her king got down on his knees and closely inspected her entrance. “Oomph,” was what came out when he pushed his finger inside her tightness. She felt the wiggle and then the thrusting and sighed. As his speed increased, she used her breathing techniques to relax. And then it was gone.
“Turn around.”
Lilly obeyed and was surprised when King Lars popped the finger that had been in her ass into her mouth. Lilly’s eyes went big and she made to pull away but the wall prevented an escape. Shaking his head slowly, he said, “Do not move, my young maiden, or you will be a sorry girl.”
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