Chapter Five
Cherry bolted upright in bed, though she wasn’t sure why.
The darkness creaked with night insects—harmless little crickets and fireflies. Why had she woken up with such a start?
That’s why: a scratch. A scratch at the door. What could it be? There were no bears in this area, and raccoons only went after food. Anyway, the scratching sounds were coming from high up on her door. It had to be…
“Phil?” Jumping out of bed in her silk nightie, Cherry swung the door open. “I knew you’d give in eventually.”
He stood there in dark blue swim trunks, with his red towel slung around his shoulders. “Want to go for a swim?”
Cherry dragged her fingers through her heavy hair, trying not to yawn. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. Does it matter?” The moonlight made his naked chest glow. With that wave of dark hair, he looked like a vampire. “I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking of…”
When he didn’t finish his sentence, Cherry asked, “Me?”
He stared at the pretty pink cherry blossom pattern of her short, low-cut nightie. “You.”
She should have been excited to find Daddy’s divorced friend hovering outside her cabin like a ghost, but she was so warm with sleep that all she wanted was to go back to bed. Wouldn’t it be nice if he could just climb in, wrap his strong arms around her, and fuck her senseless? But Phil would never bunk with her, not in a million years. Not with her parents one cabin over.
“Maybe another time,” she said. “I’m exhausted.”
“Oh.” He didn’t budge. “Please?”
Her stomach clenched. She wasn’t totally sure, but she kind of felt… scared? Of Phil? Why?
No, it wasn’t Phil she was scared of. He would never hurt her. It was more like she feared her feelings. Sex was one thing. She didn’t mind teasing him, but she didn’t want to like him. And, when she looked into his hopeful eyes, she realized she was starting to care. God, no…
“I’ll go on one condition.” Cherry grabbed her deflated raft, her beach towel, and a heavy-duty flashlight. “When we get to the beach, that bathing suit comes off.”
He didn’t respond, but when she jammed her feet into canvas sneakers and closed her door softly, he followed her down the dirt road.
“I can’t get over how dark it is,” he said when they reached the deserted beach. “There’s the moon and the stars, but that’s it. I’m so used to the ambient light in the city. I don’t think I’ve ever been somewhere the sky actually looks black.”
Cherry gazed up at the glittering diamonds above their heads. “It’s really pretty, isn’t it?”
“Just like you.”
How did she know he was going to say that? She tried not to smile, but she couldn’t help herself. It was a nice compliment, even if it was totally pathetic.
“Here. This needs to be inflated.” She handed him the folded-up raft, and when his face fell, she laughed. “Don’t panic, old man. There’s a pump you can use. You don’t need to blow it up.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” He let out a breathy chuckle.
“I’ve got better plans for that mouth.”
His breath hitched, and his chuckle grew more nervous.
“Do I hafta do everything around here?” Cherry unfolded the raft and gave Phil the hand pump. “Get to work, Muscles. We need to start swimming before the giant leeches wake up.”
“What?” Phil’s eyes shot open, wide as dinner plates. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Am I? I don’t know. Better get a move on, Mister. Unless that turns you on, getting sucked off by leeches. It probably does. Perv.”
Cherry held the flashlight on Phil while his trembling fingers plugged the hand pump into the raft. His muscles bulged as he blasted air between the layers of fabric. The raft was old, made of some kind of waterproof red canvas. Once inflated, it was comfy as hell and could stand up to anything.
“Wow, look at your arms.” Cherry slid her fingers across his skin. “I can feel your muscles working. It’s amazing.”
Sweat broke across his forehead as he pumped. She looped around him, watching from behind. The slight breeze locked silk against her thighs. Her nightie clung to her nipples for just a moment, and then let go. Just that little bit of sensation against her tits brought a gush of fluid between her legs. She had no panties on. Her juice slipped down her thighs. She brushed them together, feeling that slickness on her skin.
“How’s that?” Phil asked, squeezing the puffy raft. “Good?”
Cherry crept forward and tore down his swim trunks. “Very good!”
“Cherry!” He jumped in the air and covered his naked dick with the raft. “Learn some manners, will you?”
“What?” she teased. “You promised, remember? Kick off your shoes. It’s time for some skinny dipping.”
Tearing the raft from his hands, Cherry raced for the water. The shallows bit her ankles, feeling ever warmer as she plunged into the lake. She loved swimming at night. The daytime sun on her skin made the water seem cold. Moonlit air was much cooler, so the water felt practically tepid.
“Hey, not fair!” Phil cried, trailing her to the water’s edge. “You’re still wearing your thingy.”
Holding the raft with one hand, Cherry fell into the lake, staying underwater just long enough to thoroughly soak her silk. When she came up, the cherry-blossom fabric clung to her skin, caressing her tight nipples, her naked pussy and thighs. “Not fair?”
Phil’s jaw slackened as he stared at her not-quite-naked body. “Wow.”
His cock sprang out like a cuckoo from a German clock. He hadn’t yet dipped his toes in the water. He stood at the edge like he was afraid of the lake.
“Do you know how to swim?” Cherry asked.
“I don’t know how to do anything right now.”
“You don’t know how to do me?”
“Cherry…”
She jumped on the raft, arching one bare leg while letting the other hang over the side. Oh, the water felt nice against her sticky skin. “I thought divorced guys were supposed to be players. Why won’t you play with me, Phil?”
Splashing water across her breasts, Cherry floated on the lake, waiting for Phil to approach. What was wrong with this guy? Why wouldn’t he take the bait? She pulled her clingy nightie up her thighs, exposing her naked pussy.
That did the trick.
Racing through the shallows, Phil grabbed the raft and pulled it closer. Cherry held the sides, afraid she might fall off, but Phil had ideas of his own. Pushing her thighs apart, he dove between her legs. His mouth found her cunt in the moonlight, and he licked her like a werewolf.
Pleasure undulated through her body as her father’s friend licked her clit. This was the first time he’d really touched her, wasn’t it? Sure, he’d pissed on her and come on her, but he’d done all that hands-off. Now, they were breaking her mother’s rule.
Oh well.
“That’s good, Daddy.” She wasn’t sure why she’d called him that. She’d never called any other guy “Daddy” before.
It obviously freaked Phil out a bit, because he paused long enough for the raft to start sinking under his weight.
When warm water met Cherry’s bare ass, she tugged Phil’s hair. “What are you waiting for? Lick my clit or I’ll drown you in the lake.”
“Did you mean to…”
He looked up at her, but she pushed his head back down between her thighs. “Call you Daddy? Of course I did. Boy, you haven’t had sex in a while, have you? Girls call everyone Daddy now. It’s a thing.”
“Oh.” He gave her a look like he wasn’t quite sure if he should believe her, but Cherry hadn’t come here for a debate. She pushed Phil’s face against her pussy, and that did the trick. His meaty tongue spilled out of his mouth, finding her clit with no trouble.
“Hey, you’re good at this,” Cherry said, because it was true.
The red raft smacked the surface of the water as Phil devoured her cunt. She was so wet she could hardly tell where her pussy ended and the lake began. He must be swallowing lake water along with her pussy juice, but damned if she was going to let him stop.
His tongue sure knew what it was doing. He flicked her clit fast, teasing her with the tip, then pressed his face flush to her cunt, sucking her raw flesh into his mouth. Where did he learn that move? She’d have to use it the next time she found herself eating pussy.
She almost wished one of the drunk girls from the wash station was sitting on her face right now, rubbing her soft slash against Cherry’s tongue. What she wouldn’t give for a taste of pussy… any pussy…
“Kiss me. Right now.”
“Cherry, I don’t think…”
Pulling his hair, she used him for leverage, bringing his lips to hers. When they kissed, the tang of her pussy stuck at the back of her throat. She savoured her own musk.
Phil’s kisses were different than Brad’s. Brad sucked face—really. He was intense about kissing. She had to give in, let him take over. No arguments. With Phil, it was more sensual.
At first, he was slow. Passionate, with a gradual build. Part of her wanted to wrap her tongue around his like the snakes of a caduceus, but she trusted him. She waited out the writhing lip-lock because, actually, it felt really nice. Gave her a chance to really taste her pussy. The progression was so gradual she didn’t even notice their kiss had evolved until Phil’s arms were wrapped around the wet silk of her nightie.
When his face met her chest, he sucked her tits through the waterlogged silk, adding an extra dimension to that wet sensation. His mouth was almost too hot for her nipples to handle. They’d gone stiff with cold. When he wrapped his lips around them, the heat of his mouth made her shriek.
“Shhh!” Phil hissed.
“It hurts.” She yanked his hair. “Don’t stop.”
His hands found her hips as he suckled. So much for not laying a finger on each other. Eight fingers and two thumbs dug into her flesh as his mouth worked her into a frenzy. He splashed water across her belly as he struggled to maintain his hold without pulling her into the lake.
“Open your legs,” he grunted, like he’d finally broken out of his prison of resistance. His hands moved down her hips and pried her thighs apart. “I can’t stand it. I need to eat you.”
“Then eat me!” Like she’d argue with that!
But she knew his struggle was internal. A big part of him didn’t want to be doing this. Problem was, a more insistent part wanted it more than anything. And that part was getting bigger every moment.
When his mouth found her cunt, his lips locked on her like a vacuum. In fact, that’s exactly what it felt like when he started to suck: a vacuum. A vacuum with a tongue that travelled up and down her slit like a tiny tentacle.
Cherry gasped. “Are you… did you…?”
Was she imagining things, or was his tongue inside her snatch? Must be—she could feel it. He fucked her with his tongue while he sucked her off. It was beastly. She thought Phil was afraid of sea monsters, but it turned out he was one of them: a tentacled, cunt-sucking fiend that fed on innocent raft-dwellers.
The closer she tried to get to him, the more she slipped into the lake. Phil took over, lifting her legs and hooking them over his shoulders. Her head floated on the raft and her tits faced the sky. He sucked her pussy just above the water’s surface.
She floated in space, weightless. Her pelvis buzzed with that familiar pre-orgasmic sensation, but there was more to it this time. Her pussy lips felt distended and huge in Phil’s mouth, and she wondered what they must look like. She wanted to see, but she didn’t want him to stop. So she just watched the raw desire in his eyes as he wreaked havoc on her tight little snatch.
“Yes,” she whispered, trying to keep quiet. “Suck it, Daddy. Suck my fucking cunt.”
His eyes rolled back, like he got an insane amount of pleasure from those words.
“Fuck my pussy with your tongue, Daddy. You’re gonna make me come so ha—ha—harrrd!” Gripping his dark hair, she kept his face right between her thighs. When he tried to pull away, she tugged harder. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere,” he said, releasing his vacuum seal on her mound. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The lake splashed her pussy. The same water that felt warm against her belly felt cool on her cunt. When she glanced between her thighs, she nearly lost it. “Holy fuck! My pussy looks… looks…”
Purple? Engorged? Inflated beyond reason? Like it had been stung by a swarm of bees?
“Looks like dinner,” Phil said, before sucking her clit into his cruel vacuum-mouth.
Cherry squealed, dabbing her feet in the water. What had he done to her pussy? She thought he was the innocent one, but she’d never seen her cunt so swollen. She’d never felt her clit pulse the way it was doing now.
Wet silk clung to her tits as Phil pinched her nipples. That did it. She went over the edge, kicking and screaming. She twisted and turned against his face, trying to get away from his mouth. It felt good, but too good. She couldn’t stand another second.
When he wouldn’t release her, she found his shoulder with her foot and propelled herself off the raft. Landing in the water with a fierce splash, she let the lake soothe her aching cunt. Finally, some relief.
Holding her breath, she swam through the silent water. She didn’t know what direction she was moving in, but it didn’t matter. When she ran out of breath, she reluctantly resurfaced into the moonlight. The world above the surface was a different sort of quiet.
And there was Phil, lying on her raft. Her pussy pounded when she caught sight of his erection. He lay on his side, making room for her. Could their boat float with both of them on it?
Cherry climbed aboard, pulling him down. He grabbed her arm and she righted herself, holding very still, hoping they wouldn’t drown. The lake soaked their middles as the centre of the raft sunk below the surface.
Taking gentle hold of his cock, she placed it between her smooth thighs, like she was saving it for later. It hammered her swollen cunt, reminding her how much she wanted to feel him inside her. “Phil, I want to fuck you so bad.”
“We can’t, Cherry.” He traced a large hand over her wet hair. “Your mother…”
“What, you want to fuck her instead?”
“You know what I mean. Your parents didn’t invite me here to take advantage of their daughter.”
He kissed her forehead, and she froze against his lips. “You’re not taking advantage of me if I want it.”
“Well, what about your boyfriend? I’m divorced, free as a bird, but you…”
Arching back, Cherry looked Phil in the eye. As his erection pulsed between her legs, she suddenly saw something she hadn’t seen before. “Did your wife have an affair?”
His body tensed. “Why? Is that what your parents told you?”
“My parents didn’t say anything. You told me just now. I saw it on your face. She cheated on you, didn’t she?”
Phil set his hand on her arm and squeezed so hard it hurt. “You can’t tell anyone, Cherry. Even the kids don’t know. They’d never forgive Linda if they found out.”
“You should tell them, stupid. Then they’ll get mad at her and want to live with you.” Couldn’t see the forest for the trees, this guy. “Do it. You’ll be happy again.”
“It wouldn’t make me happy if my girls hated their mother.”
“Why? Don’t you hate her?”
Phil gave Cherry a tilted look, like he didn’t understand. And then he chuckled and said, “I’d almost forgotten how young you are.”
Ooh, them’s fightin’ words…
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that there are certain things an eighteen-year-old girl can’t understand about an adult relationship.” It was almost like he felt sorry for her. “There are family matters you never understand until you have kids of your own.”
Indignation cramped up her chest. “Shut up, Phil. I can too understand.”
The tension obviously got to him, because he rolled off the raft while she gripped the edges to stay onboard. When he surfaced, he grabbed the corner and started pulling it to shore. “Time to head back.”
“Fine,” Cherry said, in a way that would let him know she was still mad. “Tell me what you think I don’t understand.”
They’d drifted a ways out, but Phil quickly got to where his feet touched the ground. “When you have kids of your own... well, you’d never willingly hurt them. You’d do anything to keep them safe from harm, whether that harm is physical or emotional. It’s the same reason your parents are worried about us getting too close.”
“Fuck you!” Cherry slapped the surface of the lake. “It isn’t like that at all. Stop talking to me like I’m five years old.”
“I’m not talking down to you, Cherry, I’m being realistic. It’s only natural that I would have more in common with your parents than I have with you.”
Why would he say that? She didn’t want to hear it and, in fact, she wanted to punish him for saying it.
Turning herself around on the raft, Cherry took a swing at Phil’s ass. She struck it, open-handed, hitting the water and his skin. He whipped around to look at her, wide-eyed, like he wasn’t sure what had just happened.
“Did you spank me?”
Cherry felt her brow furrow. “So what if I did?”
“So it hurts!” Phil rubbed his hard ass as he pulled her through the shallows. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you to use your words?”
She wanted to stay mad, but she just loved the way his butt cheeks writhed as he walked her toward the shore. She asked, “Have you ever been spanked before?”
“You mean in a sexual setting?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed. “No, I can’t say as I have.”
She gave him a good wallop—hard enough to send a shocking blaze across her palm. Had it hurt him as much as it did her? She could only hope so as she struck him again.
“Okay, enough of that.” He shielded his ass with both hands, letting go of the raft as she lay on her belly. “I don’t like it.”
“I think you do.” She pointed at his dick as the water carried her out again. “Phil, come save me.”
She reached, and he took a few steps forward. When their hands locked, she pulled herself toward him. His cock was right there, bobbing on the water. If she just got close enough to put it in her mouth, he wouldn’t resist. What man could stop a blow job-in-progress?
Cupping his ass cheeks with both hands, Cherry wrapped her lips around Phil’s erection. Normally she’d have started off by licking his tip, just for a tease, but she was afraid this guy would pull away. She wouldn’t let that happen.
“God, Cherry, what are you doing?”
What does it look like I’m doing? I’m sucking your cock!
She wrapped her fist around his shaft hard enough to make him hiss. No way he’d escape. No way. Her other hand went below the water to grasp his nuts. They must have been cold or something, because they felt a lot tighter than they’d appeared the last time she saw him naked.
In a way, she couldn’t believe he’d actually peed on her. How dirty was that? Her cunt throbbed as water spilled across her belly. She gripped Phil harder.
“What are you doing to me?” His hand landed heavy on her head. “What a mouth!”
Her what-a-mouth sucked his what-a-cock as it pulsed between her lips. She took in as much of him as humanly possible, until her throat was stuffed. When his tip tripped her gag reflex, she held steady, breathing through her nose. Her eyes began to water, but she forced compliance. She opened herself to him, letting him fuck her throat as hard as he liked.
It hurt. She couldn’t deny that. But it hurt in a way that made her feel sexy, feel like a whore, like a slut. Her nose ran as tears streamed down her cheeks. She glanced up at him, but his eyes were closed. He’d taken her head in his hands, holding it like a melon, just plunging his dick into her mouth like she wasn’t a real person at all.
Cherry’s pussy pulsed against the silk of her wet nightie. She squeezed her thighs together, but that hurt, too. Everything had tipped from the height of pleasure to the dungeons of pain. Her pussy was too sore to touch. Her throat felt bruised and raw from Phil’s unexpectedly forceful penetrations. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Rolling off the side of the raft, Cherry clung to Phil’s dick with both hands. Underwater, she pulled him out of her throat. Without wasting a moment, she worked his shaft with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other. She rubbed his hot tip against her lips as she ran out of breath.
She surfaced long enough to hear Phil say, “Cherry, what are you doing?”
Without answering, she sunk beneath the surface, drawing Phil a little deeper while she jerked him off against her closed mouth. It felt good to have her throat to herself. Why had she let him go at her so hard? Why had she wanted him to do it?
His hands found her hair as it floated like seaweed. He ran his fingers gently through it, and then tugged at errant strands. He touched her shoulders, held them, held her in place. Her knees pushed against the sandy lakebed as she throttled his cock. It felt good in her hand, good and hard. What was it about a stiff dick that made her so damn wild? She’d do anything to get her hands on one.
When she realized she was running out of air and Phil was still holding her down, her body grew desperate and fierce. She pummelled his dick with her fist, squeezing the holy fuck out of his balls. This was it. She couldn’t breathe. She needed air.
Cherry struggled against Phil’s strength. Did he realize he was pushing her down?
Only the top of her head surfaced. He pressed her shoulders, back down, back down. But she had no breath in her lungs. She had to tilt her head back until her nose and mouth were both above the water. Gasp! She struggled for air, as much as she could get, as Phil applied pressure to her shoulders.
Now her lungs felt raw, along with her throat. But she went back for more, because she needed it. She needed to make him come. Working at a frenzied pace, she got his cock jerking in all directions. His thighs trembled, and she knew what that meant.
Taking just the tip between her lips, she tried to suck him off without swallowing too much water. His cockhead felt like silk against her tongue, and the actual silk of her nightie began to float up in the water, until the fabric met the base of his cock. She wrapped it around his balls like a cradle, and that’s what put him over the edge.
Phil blasted her with cum so hard she flew through the water, swallowing the first blast while streak after insistent streak followed her. His cum held its position underwater. It reminded her of jellyfish, the way it undulated with the undercurrent.
When Cherry popped up, they collapsed across the red raft, side by side, bare shoulders touching as their butts stuck in the air and their legs trailed in the lake. They laughed without looking at each other. They didn’t say anything for a while. Cherry’s throat felt red as a fire engine, but she didn’t tell Phil that. She didn’t want him to feel badly.
When he finally did speak, it was to say, “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Which part?”
“Any of it.”
Should she tell him they’d barely scratched the surface?
Nah, he’d find out on his own.
He’d find out when she snuck into his cabin the next morning to wake him up right…