Marci and Tom had been seeing each other for four weeks as the Fourth of July holiday approached.
Marci had always gone to her family’s Lake Tahoe cabin with her parents and siblings, and their families.
“I have something important to ask you, Tom,” said Marci. “Would you like to go to Tahoe with me over the July Fourth holiday? You’ll meet my entire family. My kids, my parents, my siblings, and my nieces and nephews.”
“That sounds like fun,” he replied enthusiastically. “What are the details?”
Marci laughed, “Well, we’ll be sleeping in a room with my sister and her husband. Is that a problem?”
“Not for me,” I told her.
“My parents have a room of course. Then there is a small room with a queen bed and a bigger room with two queens. My siblings and I rotate on who gets the private room. The kids will be in sleeping bags in the living room or outside on the covered deck.”
Marci explained the details of a typical July Fourth holiday at their family cabin. Usually, most of the family spends four to nine days in Tahoe depending upon jobs, the kids’ schedules, etc. A full week was no issue for Tom since he would still be off school.
“Meeting everyone at once can go one of two ways,” Tom laughed. “Either really great or really bad.”
“Oh, stop it,” she said. “Just be the guy I’ve known the past three weeks.” After a short pause, “You know, we’ve seen each other sixteen of the last twenty-one days.”
“I knew it was almost every day,” said Tom. “I think we mesh really well.”
Smiling, “So do I,” said Marci.
As the week approached Tom wanted to make a great impression on the entire family. He learned that the family likes to hit the beach during the day, cook meals at home, and play board games at night. While there is a TV, Marci’s parents frown on it during the evening, preferring to listen to music while playing cards or games.
Marci told him that the three siblings took on the cooking duties in the evening, with each one in charge of two or three dinner meals. This year, with every one of the third generation bringing a “significant other”, there would be twenty total people.
Tom found an old notebook and had Marcy draw out a family tree so he could keep everybody straight. Then he asked her questions about each person: age, job, college, hobbies, etc. Marci gave him as much info as she knew about her niece‘s and nephew’s significant others.
“I tell you what, I’ll plan and cook two of our three meals. You can be my sous chef those nights, and I’ll be yours on your night. Deal?” he asked Marci.
“That sounds great,” she replied. “I’ll have to read the text thread to see what nights we have and if anyone has signed up for anything specific.”
“OK. One night I’ll bring premade lasagna and the other night I can grill tri-tip,” Tom said.
“Lasagna? Like those giant Stouffers from Costco?” she asked.
Laughing, “Hell no! I make a great homemade lasagna. I’ll make them this weekend and freeze them, then thaw them in Tahoe,” he replied. “Both nights we can do a simple green salad, and I’ll do garlic bread too.”
“Oh, wow, my family is going to love you,” Marci said with a giant smile.
“That’s my plan,” deadpanned Tom. “Now come here!”
Marci walked from his living room into the kitchen, where Tom had just finished making margaritas with fresh lime juice.
“MMMM, this is tasty! What’s in it?” she asked.
“It’s top secret,” he said laughing. “Tequila, fresh lime juice, agave nectar, and a splash of cold water. And only served on the rocks.”
“How long until the chicken enchilada casserole is ready?” Marci asked.
“Twenty more minutes in the oven, and then at least ten to rest and set up,” he said.
“Perfect,” she said. “Why don’t you go into your bedroom and get naked. I’ll be right there.”
Tom couldn’t move fast enough, racing down the hallway to his master bedroom. Marci stopped in the hall bathroom and soon entered his room in her birthday suit.
“Thirty minutes, right?” she asked.
“More like twenty now,” he said, looking at his watch.
“Just enough time for a quickie,” she giggled. “I want you to pound me from behind. I want it hard and fast.”
“Sounds great. On the bed or standing on the floor?” he asked.
“On the bed,” Marci confirmed.
She positioned herself on all fours, with her head down and her ass up. Tom got behind her and started caressing her ass and the back of her thighs. He then dipped a finger into her moist slit and explored her box, slowly pushing his finger deep into her shaved pussy.
“Ohhh, damn, that feels good, but I want your cock, babe,” she moaned.
Tom slowly removed his finger and rubbed his dick head up and down that same moist slit. Marci was primed, and her pussy was getting wet. He pushed his large mushroom crown into Marci.
“Damn, you are so warm and wet. I love your pussy,” he said.
“You better love my pussy,” giggled Marci.
Tom remembered her wish, to be fucked hard and fast. He quickly built up a nice thrusting pattern with both speed and power, slamming his pelvis into her full ass as he laid the wood to her beaver.
SLAP! echoed in the room as Tom spanked Marci with one good whack. “You want it hard and fast? I’ll give you hard and fast!” he told her. And then another SLAP!
As he pounded her, Marci turned her head back to look at her boyfriend of three weeks. She held a handful of sheets in both hands as she was inching up the bed with every few thrusts.
“Give it to me, babe! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Marci panted between thrusts. “Make me your bitch!”
Tom felt it first. Marci’s pussy walls began to quiver around his manhood.
“Oh shit, I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Tom,” she mumbled.
Tom kept bucking his hips into her plump ass as Marci’s legs began to shake. “I’m real close,” he said.
“Shoot your load in my pussy. C’mon, Tom, fuck me! Gimmie your cum!” Marci yelled.
Just as her legs gave out Tom grunted and pulled on her hips, shooting blast after blast into her box. Marci was now flat on the bed and Tom was still thrusting inside her as he rode out his orgasm.
“Holy fuck! That was hot!” he exclaimed.
Marci was now giggling like a hyena. “There ain’t nothing wrong with a good down-and-dirty quickie every now and then.”
“No, there is not,” Tom told her as he rolled off her back and ass.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! went the oven timer in the kitchen.
“Shit, I’ll go take out dinner and be right back,” he said.
The new couple cleaned up in his master bathroom and were very playful with each other, kissing and caressing the best parts of the other’s bodies.
They enjoyed dinner and watched a movie to finish the night off. Marci spent the night as they had plans for a Sunday morning walk and yoga session.
**
Fourth of July this year was on a Tuesday, so the plan was for most of everyone to arrive sometime on Friday, with a few of the third generation arriving Saturday. Most would be spending a full week in Lake Tahoe.
As the day approached, Tom was getting nervous as he and Marci were really connecting in all aspects of their life. Both had kids out of college, owned their homes outright, had great pensions, and planned on retiring in five years. He wanted to make a great impression on Marci’s family, especially her twin kids, Brock and Breanna.
Marci was able to get both Thursday and Friday off from work, so she wanted to go up to Tahoe on Thursday, beating the Friday holiday traffic. “I want to leave by 10 am. Unpack your SUV, and then go to lunch at The Beacon,” she told him, mentioning a popular restaurant located right on the beach at Camp Richardson in Tahoe. “My brother Juan and his wife, Susan, should arrive about 3 pm, and we’ll be the only four there Thursday night.”
**
Everything went as planned on Thursday morning and as they finished bringing everything into the modest cabin, Marci said, “I want you to fuck me before lunch. This will be our only chance all week, probably.”
“Sure,” Tom laughed. “I’m always ready to get naked with you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be able to suck your cock during the week. Probably when we use the shower and bathroom at the same time.”
“Really?” Tom asked. “We’re going to use the shower and bathroom at the same time? What about your kids? And your family?”
“We’re adults. The kids are adults. Besides, that’s the way we’ve always done it. Each adult couple uses the bathroom together for showers and the sink. Then the girls go to our rooms to dry our hair and put on makeup. It allows everyone to get ready rather quickly,” she explained.
“Very organized,” said Tom.
**
Over the next few days, Tom met all of Marci’s family. While her son, Brock, was a bit protective of his mother, her daughter, Breanna, was very positive towards Tom.
“I could hear it in my mom’s voice the past few weeks, but seeing you two together really confirms it. You make my mom happy. Thank you. She hasn’t allowed herself any joy since my dad died of cancer,” she told him on the deck while they were alone.
“Well, I’m happy to hear that you notice it,” Tom said. “We really do click well.”
“And you met at a brewery?” asked the daughter.
“Yes,” laughed Tom. “I was by myself, and I asked her and Susan if I could sit at their long picnic table. A bit later I offered to buy them a beer for crashing their table. The next thing I knew, we were going to pizza.”
“So why my mom? Susan is cute too,” Breanna asked.
“I had been flirting a bit with your mom. When I asked for one of them to help carry our three beers, your mom jumped up,” Tom explained. “And Susan was being kind of pushy. When I asked your mom to dinner Susan said yes for her.”
“That is so Susan!” exclaimed Breanna.
“You asked why your mom. All I can tell you is we had instant chemistry. Besides, look at her, she’s really cute. As we’ve gotten to know each other we have a ton in common. Plus, we have the same retirement dreams.”
**
The week in Tahoe went as planned with Marci’s large family and Tom seemed to hit it off with everyone. They did just about everything possible: hiking, biking, kayaking, and even rented a large party boat and went to Emerald Bay one day.
As the week was ending most of the young kids were heading back to their areas on Thursday and Friday, and Marci’s siblings and parents all made plans to leave on Saturday by 2:00 pm, before the Sunday traffic jam going back towards Sacramento.
Marci “volunteered” to wash all the sheets and towels on Saturday after everyone left, allowing her and Tom alone in the cabin Saturday night. As Tom listened to her talk with her siblings and parents, he knew exactly what she wanted.
**
Saturday morning everyone stripped their beds and piled towels after their showers. As soon as the last adult was done, Marci started doing laundry while the other adults did some minor cleaning around the cabin. Tom helped the men put the majority of the patio furniture down under the deck, put away the horseshoes and giant jenga, and emptied the trash into the bear-proof dumpster.
By 1:30 pm the last of Marci’s family had left for home and Marci and Tom had eighty percent of the laundry done. Tom suggested a late lunch at the Beacon so they could enjoy the band playing outside and have a few drinks.
The lovebirds stumbled back into the cabin about 7:00 pm after a full afternoon of margaritas and dancing. When Marci got into the living room she dropped to her knees.
“Come here. I want to suck your cock,” she said.
Tom smiled, “That’s funny. I want you to suck my cock too.”
As he approached her, he held out his hand, “Stand up.” He proceeded to kiss her passionately. “I had a great time meeting your family. They were so welcoming. Thank you for inviting me.”
Marci now smiled. “Everyone loved you,” she said. “Tom, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
The two stood in silence for about three seconds.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” told the cute curvy Latina. “I know we’ve only known each other a month, but this just feels so right.”
Tom leaned down and resumed kissing Marci. They were soon naked on the couch. He was licking and sucking her big breasts as she stroked his cock.
He started to giggle a bit.
“What’s so funny?” Marci asked.
“That large double lounger out on the deck. I want to fuck you out there tonight,” he told her.
Marci’s parents had upgraded the deck furniture the summer before and had two of the bed-style reclining loungers for two people. This was where some of the younger generation slept in their sleeping bags the past week.
“I like that idea. Let’s go,” Marci said. Clearly, the margaritas had guided her decision.
“It’s not dark enough. Won’t the neighbors see us?” Tom inquired.
“Only if they’re out on their deck. Let’s look outside,” she said.
They opened the double French doors and looked at both neighbors and their outdoor lights were off. Thankfully, this subdivision had large lots and both neighbors were about eighty feet from their cabin.
Marci and Tom moved out to the double lounger and resumed making out and engaging in the beginning stages of foreplay. Soon Marci was sucking his cock and massaging Tom’s balls, causing him to moan slightly.
“Oh, babe, that feels so damn good,” he whispered. After about ten minutes of her expert licking and sucking he told her to stop.
They switched positions and Marci had her legs draped over his shoulders as he licked her honey pot. It didn’t take long for Tom to bring her to orgasm. After a few minutes of cuddling Marci climbed on Tom’s torso.
“I want you to suck on my big titties while you fuck me in cowgirl. I want to cream all over your cock and you to blow your load in me,” she said with a straight face.
Tom liked what he heard. “I love your plan.”
For fifteen minutes Marci rode, ground, and bounced on Tom’s manhood as he kissed, licked, sucked, pinched, and savored her big brown boobs.
“I’m so close. Faster,” she whispered between heavy breaths.
“Me too. Cum with me, Marci!” he exclaimed.
“Yes! Yes! Faster! I’m cumming!” Marci yelled into the quiet Tahoe night.
“Me too!” said Tom.
The two lovers both climaxed at the same time. Marci’s pussy quivered for a good minute as she lay motionless on Tom. His cock finally shrank and slipped out of her wet sloppy pussy. A river of mixed cum flowed from her pink pleasure palace onto his pubic area.
Marci dismounted his waist and noticed the puddle of spunk. She moved on the lounger and began licking and slurping up their sex fluids. “Mmmm, that’s tasty. Want a taste?” she asked.
“Sure,” Tom said. He was still trying to catch his breath.
She licked and slurped a bit more and the two kissed passionately, allowing Tom to taste the mixture of his man-milk and her pussy cream.
“You’re right, that is good. It tastes like sex,” he joked.
They were now a sweaty mess and agreed a shower would be best. While the cabin shower is a bit small, they had fun washing each other in the warm water.
The couple went to bed, watched tv, and fell asleep. In the morning they packed up the SUV and returned to Elk Grove.
End Chapter 2
