The antique shop was going nicely. Tourist season hadn't really begun, and they weren't very busy, but things looked good. Ann took off a few afternoons a week, and so did Tom.
One afternoon, while Ann was alone in the shop, Phil Apple came in to see her. Later, Tom told her that he had seen Phil that day as he was walking down to the stream to do some fishing, so Ann knew that Phil came to the shop to see her alone.
"Did Tom tell you that we seem to have had a voyeur at our place?" he asked.
"Tom didn't want to tell me, he was afraid I'd be worried," Ann said, trying to keep calm. "Betty finally mentioned it to me."
"Well, I certainly don't think you should worry, but maybe you should keep your shades down," Phil said.
Ann didn't say anything. She wondered if Phil was keeping his shades down now, though.
"Left muddy hand prints all over the house. What a mess," Phil said.
"Maybe he saw something that was so exciting he forgot about leaving evidence," Ann said, surprised at her courage.
"Could be. Could be," Phil said with a sly smile.
Rather than be afraid of being accused, Ann was rather enjoying this game of cat and mouse.
"Are there really such wild goings on at your house?" Ann asked.
Phil didn't say anything. He smiled, strolled around the shop and picked up a few items to examine.
"Were you really peeking through that keyhole at the Taylors' when I walked in on you?" he asked.
Ann realized how brave she was getting when that question didn't fluster her.
"What a question," she said. "I told you, I tripped."
"Was it Sarah you were peeking at?" Phil persisted. "She told me that she fucked Arnold Burns that night."
"She told you?" Ann asked in mock surprise. She would have been angry with him for not believing her if he hadn't offered that bit of information.
"Oh, sure. We have no secrets from each other," Phil said.
"That's very commendable," Ann said.
"Well, anyhow, the reason I came in was to invite you and Tom to a gathering at our house Friday evening," Phil said. "Sarah was talking to Betty the other day, and she suggested we invite you. We were glad to, of course."
"I see," Ann said with an expression of understanding. She wanted Phil to know that she knew the scare. "I'll talk to Tom. I'm sure he'll want to come."
"Fine," Phil said. "Give us a call to let us know."
When he left, Ann shivered with excitement. All her dreams of weird sex would come true if she could convince Tom to go to the Apples' orgy, and she would have to talk him into it.
She hadn't gotten abound to talking to Tom about the invitation the next day when she took an afternoon off. She decided to go for a walk around the lake and think about the best way to approach Tom with the topic.
She went to the diner with him for lunch before starting out. Betty waited on them and made small talk, but didn't mention anything about the party Friday night. It seemed strange to Ann to be so nonchalant with the little chick after the time they spent in bed together, but with Tom there, they had to be discreet.
When they left the diner, Ann told Tom that she was taking the car and would pick him up at closing time. She couldn't wait to get away by herself and think things over. Also, it was a beautiful day and the lake would be the perfect place to spend it.
She drove to the lake and parked at the side of the road. There was a path along the edge of the water, she'd heard, and she began looking for it among the dense foliage. Finally, she found a break in the bushes and a dirt path leading into it. Ducking her head, she went down a slight bill into the woods.
It wasn't nearly as muddy as the ground behind her house had been a week earlier when she'd muck over to the Taylors'. She came to the shore of the lake at a beautiful spot where she could see the whole lake and the cottages on the opposite bank. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down, and Ann was filled with the calm peace of the spring day.
She pulled a bud from a tree and studied the little leaf curled up within. The sun was warming her from above and below as it reflected from the still surface of the water. Ann strolled along, taking in the beauty with all five senses.
Kids were still in school, the summer people hadn't come to their cottages yet and it was the middle of the week, so there were no men fishing or boating. Ann couldn't see a sign of life anywhere. Being alone like that made her feel like taking her clothes off to let the sun caress her whole body.
She found a nice spot on the rocky bank where the sun was shining into a hollow that seemed to trap the heat. In a minute, she was naked and lying on a smooth rock, facing the sun so it entered her thighs and warmed her pussy. The light coming through her closed eyelids was bright red. Her body seemed to melt in the embracing heat. It wasn't long before she was too hot.
She loved to swim and thought it might be fun, but when she stuck her foot into the water she found that it was still very cold. So rather than jumping in, she lifted handfuls of water and splashed them over her. That felt wonderful; the water cooling her as the sun warmed.
She had come to the lake to think about talking to Tom regarding the invitation to the Apples' party, but she had completely forgotten about that in the bliss of being in that spot on such a gorgeous day. Pouring handfuls of water over her white tits and thighs was more important at the moment.
As she grew used to the cold water, she was able to dangle her feet in it, but only for a little while. She spread out on the bank and lay an her belly, her head resting on her folded arms, and she looked at the water while the sun dried her.
This day made the move to the country worthwhile even if nothing else worked out, she thought. But then the peacefulness was broken by the sound of voices. Ann listened and hoped they would go away, but instead, they got louder. She thought it sounded like young boys.
"I don't care if I do get caught," one of them was saying. "Who could sit in school on a day like this?"
So that was it, Ann thought. A couple of hooky-playing boys. She couldn't blame them for not wanting to go to school, but she wished they had found a different spot to play hooky in. The voices came closer, but Ann just lay there hoping that they would pass by without noticing her. She was off the path and down the bank, so unless they wanted to come right to her spot they wouldn't see her.
Ann perked up her ears to follow the voices. They seemed to pass her, but the voices didn't fade out like she expected them to. The boys must have gone past her little cove and gone down to the water just beyond. A jetty of rock hid her from them.
Ann resigned herself to sharing the lake with the boys. After all, young boys were among her favorite people. As she listened to them, she heard the same sort of talk that boys used when she was a schoolgirl.
"I'd rather fuck Mrs. Bradley," one of them was saying. "She has the biggest tits of any teacher."
"Yeah, but I'd still like to fuck Miss Brown," the other kid said. "She probably blows, too. A friend of my brother's took her out once."
Ann couldn't keep from smiling as she realized that these kids were so obsessed with fucking. But then, who wasn't? She was. The Apples were. Betty was. It seemed that sex was a constant preoccupation of the human race.
Rocks began flying out over the water from where the boys were. Ann saw the flat missiles hit the water, leap up and hit again and again. The boys had a contest to see who could get the most skips from one rock.
Since Ann's solitary reverie was ended, her thoughts began to turn to the boys. Her brain began working on an interesting way to amuse herself. She would love to watch them swimming naked, but that wasn't likely with the water so cold. Maybe they would jerk off. That would be great to watch, but it wasn't likely that they would suddenly pull out their pricks and flog them, unless she gave them something to get their young cocks stiff.
Ann knew that it wouldn't take much to get those kids raving with horny lust, but what could she do? If she could get them to notice her lying there nude, that might do it. But if they stumbled on her now, they would realize that she'd heard their voices. She could wander over near where they were, but it would be hard for her to pretend not to see them.
It seemed that the only way she could show off her naked body to them would be to jump into the water. But that didn't appeal to her. The more she thought about it, though, the clearer it became that that would be the only solution, and it would be perfect.
She could suddenly splash into the water and swim around. The boys, noticing her nakedness, would hide so as not to scare her away. Then she could climb out, grab her clothes and pretend to leave. But she would double back through the woods and watch their reaction to the display of a gorgeous, nude chick.
Ann got very excited thinking about the plan, and the only drawback was the cold water. She remembered how it felt on her feet, and she didn't know what would happen if she jumped in water that cold. But she was a good swimmer, and she would only stay in as long as it took to give the boys a good look at her body.
Ann had gotten so excited about the plan that she would have to go through with it come hell or cold water. There hadn't been any rocks skipped in a few minutes; the boys were talking again, and she could have just walked to the spot and have been unaware of their presence.
Before she had a chance to think about that cold water any longer, Ann got up and prepared to dive. She bent her knees, then straightened them suddenly, propelling herself out over the lake. She entered the water gracefully and smoothly, and her first thought was how the boys would suddenly jerk their heads around to see what had made the splash. Her second thought was that the water was even colder than she'd imagined it could be.
Her head and shoulders popped above the surface, and she gasped for breath, but the water had made her whole body so tense she could hardly draw a breath. She floated on her back, moving her arms and legs rapidly. Her skin had seemed to shrink several sizes as goosebumps covered her, making it even harder to breath. She knew that she was giving the guys a good look at her floating tits and slightly submerged pussy, but she didn't know if she was going to live to enjoy the planned results.
Suddenly, she flipped over on her stomach and began stroking. She had to get out of that frigid water as soon as possible. When she thought how her perversions had subjected her to the danger of embarrassment before, it seemed like nothing compared to the danger of drowning that she felt she was in at that moment.
She still couldn't breath properly, and trying to swim fast made matters worse. Water got into her mouth, then she swallowed a mouthful. That scared her, and as she gulped a breath, she inhaled some water. Now she was no longer swimming, but merely thrashing around wildly, trying to keep her head above the surface.
Opening her mouth to call for help, she swallowed more water and no sound came out. She knew that she should try to keep calm, but the suffocation she was already feeling took over and she was helpless. Now she couldn't even keep her head out of the cold water and she began to relax. She thought about Tom and how sad he would be without her.
Then she felt a hand grab her by the hair. She was barely aware of her head coming out of the water, but then she realized that she was being held around the head and moving toward the bank. Rocks bumped her ass, and she found the bottom of the lake with her hands and feet. It was the greatest thing she'd ever felt.
Hands were clutching her and carrying her ashore. As she lay on the ground, gasping and coughing, she felt a mouth on hers, blowing air into her. She was thanking her lucky stars that one of those boys was a good swimmer. She pushed his head away; the effort to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation was actually interfering with her breathing.
She looked up and saw the two boys looking down at her with horror on their faces. She was already beginning to relax because she knew that she was safe, but the boys had had a scare, too. The firm feeling of the ground under her and the sun warming her dissolved the terror of almost drowning, and her original thoughts began to return. As she filled her lungs with huge amounts of air, she noticed that the boys' eyes began to wander over her body. She hadn't planned to give them such a good view, but it would work out to her advantage.
"T-thanks," she said to the boy who was kneeling near her. "I didn't realize it was so cold."
The boy was very good-looking, with long hair and dark-brown eyes. He had stripped to his shorts and was dripping water on her from his hair. The other boy was standing beside his friend, and they were both covering her with hungry glares.
Ann lay there with her tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. When she was breathing more or less normally, she asked one of them to get her clothes.
The boy standing above her began to move in the direction from which Ann had jumped into the water, but he moved slowly, reluctant to take his eyes off the exquisite sight of Ann's body. Finally, he ran to get her clothes and was back in a few seconds.
Ann sat up, feeling her big tits settle on her chest with a quiver. She noticed a big lump in the wet shorts of the boy who had rescued her.
"It's a good thing you boys were here," she said as she took her panties in her hand. "You saved my life."
The boys didn't say a ward. Ann could tell that they thought they should give her some privacy while she dressed, but she knew that they were powerless; held in the spell of teenage horniness. And she was glad they stayed. There was nothing better for getting her mind off her near-disaster than sharing those kids' lust. She thought of fucking them; it would be a good reward, but she couldn't give up the chance to watch them jerk off. The sight of her naked body stretched out before them would have to be reward enough.
Ann stood and put one foot into her panties. She felt her twat open slightly as she lifted her leg, and saw the boys' eyes move to her hair-surrounded lips. She felt slightly dizzy, so she sat down again, leaving her legs spread.
"I guess I'd better rest a little longer," she said, holding her head in her hands.
She could have gotten dressed if she really wanted to, but she could use the rest and, most important, she was enjoying the boys' horny gaze on her and wanted them to be in a lustful frenzy when she left them.
"Are you sure you're all right?" the undressed boy asked.
"I will be in a minute," she said.
She asked the boys their names, and told them not to mention this to anyone. She didn't want Tom to hear that she'd almost drowned herself.
After a few more minutes of deep breathing, sunshine and the boys' gawking eyes, she was ready to go. She put her other leg into her panties and pulled them up tight against her twat. She knew that the white nylon was letting the dark patch of her pubic hair show through, and she imagined the boys saying goodbye to her cunt to themselves.
Then she stepped into her tight jeans and pulled her jersey aver her head. When she was all zipped and buttoned, she gave each boy a hug and a kiss, then said thanks and goodbye.
As she left them, her heart began beating harder again as she put her plan into action. She walked along the path the way she had come until she was sure she was out of sight. Then she ducked into the woods and made her way through the trees and bushes back to the boys.
She went slowly and as quietly as she could. Stopping to listen every few steps, she kept moving in the direction of the voices she could barely hear. She could see the water, then the boys' heads could be seen through the branches of the trees between her and them.
Creeping carefully a little closer, Ann found a free with some low branches that would make it easy to climb. As silently as she could possibly move, she climbed up the tree until she could see the boys pretty well. They were still sitting where she'd left them.
"Yeah, as soon as I realized she was going to live I wanted to jump her," her rescuer said. "Too bad she wouldn't let me give her a little more mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
"I would have liked to give her cunt mouth-to-mouth," the other boy said.
Then the boy with is clothes on pointed to his friend's crotch and laughed. Ann looked closely and saw that his hard cock was peeking out of his wet shorts. The boy laughed too, and pulled his cock out the rest of the way.
It was a beauty, Ann noticed, and she hoped he was going to do something with it.
"It'll probably be hard for months now," the boy said.
"I think I'll take a piss," the clothed boy said, and walked toward where Ann was hiding in the tree.
She froze in fear of being caught spying, but the kid didn't get that close. He stopped near a clump of bushes on the other side of the thick trunk of the tree Ann was in. She could peek around and see him, though, and she could still see the boy at the water's edge.
The dressed boy pulled out his prick, but Ann could see he wasn't going to piss. His prong was stiff and hard. He wrapped his fist around it. Ann was thrilled that her plan was going to work perfectly. The boy in the wet shorts moved from where he was and went behind a bush so his friend wouldn't find him when he returned. He pulled off the wet shorts and stood naked with his prick thrust out. When he grabbed his cock, Ann had a good view of two jerking-off teenagers.
The boy closer to her was pumping with a steady rhythm, and looked strange with all his clothes on, but Ann could see the pink head of his cock as he jerked it.
The naked body offered a better sight for Ann's perverted needs. He was standing with his hips forward and his back curved. Ann could see his balls swinging at the base of his cock as he moved the loose skin back and forth over the bone.
Once again, Ann was gasping for breath, but this time it was due to lust rather than suffocation. The boy made such a perfectly erotic picture that Ann wished she had taken her pants off before she'd climbed the tree. She leaned her crotch against the tree trunk and moved her hips slowly back and forth, but any real pussy-play would have to wait.
The boy nearer her was breathing loudly enough for her to hear, and the sound was making her wish she had a finger up her cunt. His hand was moving faster and faster, and Ann didn't want to miss seeing the gism jump, but she wanted to keep her eye on the other bid, too.
The naked one was putting on a good show. His hips had begun to pump in opposition to his fist and his head was thrown back. He was pumping slower than his friend, so Ann shifted her gaze back to the boy nearer her. He seemed to be in a hurry. His whole body shook and Ann heard him groan.
When the white gobs of gism began flying, Ann almost fell out of the tree with longing. But she held on and ground her crotch on the trunk. The boy stopped pumping when he ran out of ammo, wiped the tip of his prick on a leaf and put his cock back in his pants.
Now the other boy was speeding up. He used a much more violent stoke than his friend and was more fun to watch. His legs trembled and his whole body shook. As he neared his climax, his buddy came back to where they had been and found his friend missing.
Then he walked to where his buddy was still jerking off. Now the naked kid had two onlookers. Ann saw him shoot, his gin landing on a rock where it glimmered in the sun. His hand kept pumping for a while even when the gism stopped coming. Then he bent down and picked up his wet underpants. After wringing them out, he wiped his prick on the wet cotton. His friend discreetly retreated.
The boy who had saved her joined his friend and got dressed, leaving the wet shorts off. The boys seemed to be avoiding each other's eyes, Ann noticed, and thought that it was too bad they seemed ashamed of having jerked off. But Ann felt good to know that both guys must have had her body in mind while they'd stroked their joints.
"Let's go around to the other side," one of them said. "Maybe there'll be another chick who needs saving."
Ann stayed where she was in the tree until the boys were out of sight. Then she scrambled down and unfastened her pants. She stuck her hand down in her undies over her cunt and squeezed. The sight of those kids jerking off had made her almost as dizzy as she had been when they pulled her out of the water.
Then she had a kinky idea. She went to when the boy had stood near the bush and looked for his spewings. There, on the branches of the bush, hung his gism in stringy splendor. Ann reached out and lifted the still-warm slime. The feeling of that precious fluid on her fingers thrilled her and made her cunt cry out for the stuff.
She stripped her pants off and brought the cum-smeared fingers to her cunt. Crouching to spread the lips, she smeared the slippery stuff in her pink crack. It made a perfect lubricant to rub her clit with. Then, as she felt desperate lust take control, she walked to where the other kid had left his cream. She walked in a sort of waddle because she didn't stop rubbing her twat with the gism-covered hand.
She didn't have any trouble finding that second reservoir of sperm. It shone like pearls on the rock where the boy had stood jerking off. Ann looked down at the beads of boy-juice and kept rubbing her cunt.
Her mouth watered as she wondered what would be the best way to enjoy that syrup. Watching the boys jerk off, then rubbing one of their loads into her twat, had made Ann a wild bitch in search of more thrills. She was already shaking with the passion that had resulted from those events, and her mind was geared to kinky pleasures.
So, keeping her gism-soaked hand busily massaging her twat, she got down on her knees and bent over. She brought her face down to the white treasure on the rock and stuck out her tongue. She could picture herself there in the weird position, and as she did she got even more excited.
Her tongue dipped into the largest glob of spilled cum, and the flavor immediately gave her a rush of perverted joy. She stirred the thick stuff with the tip of her tongue, thinning it with her saliva. Her slippery fingers were wiggling around in her cunt with frenzied activity as she pursed her lips round the puddle and sucked it into her mouth.
Then she sucked all the smaller gobs up too, until she had a mouthful of gism. The sun had kept it warm and it could have been pumped directly into her mouth from an exploding prick judging by the feel of the mess on her tongue.
When Ann lifted her head there were little wet spots of gism around her mouth, but she had managed to get most of it into her mouth, where she rolled it around and strained it through her teeth.
Her lust was building to the point where she wasn't aware of anything but the intense rapture filling her. Pure pleasure radiated through her from the vibrating clit to her reeling brain as the gism in her mouth and in her pussy helped launch her into orbit.
Her orgasm burst in her. She opened her mouth to moan, letting some of the gism she'd been eating run down her chin. Then she swallowed the remainder. Finally, she toppled over and lay on the rocks, jerking in spasms of sexual insanity.
When Ann pulled herself together, she washed her cunt and hands in the lake and picked up where she'd left off. She spread out in the sun and relaxed. After an orgasm she was always able to take a nap, so she did. When she woke, she began wrestling with the problem of getting Tom interested in going to the Apples' orgy.