The weekend of the reunion arrived. Everyone was milling around, saying hi to people they hadn’t seen since the year before, or longer. There were new partners to meet with some of the younger family members, and memories recollected for some of the older ones.
The sun was out, the water was warm, and everyone was having fun. Gina had run off with Becky; she was Gina’s cousin, but they were tighter than sisters and thicker than best friends. Those two could find trouble anywhere. As for myself, I took the time to go hide in the treehouse and observe from afar. After all the preparations and planning, I just wanted someplace quiet to relax. I laid out the pillows and blankets on the floor, then positioned myself in the sunlight coming through the open front wall. I let the sun bake my bare legs and chest as I basked in its warmth.
I must have dozed off, because I woke to a weight on my hips and a firm familiar warmth gripping my shaft. My eyes drifted open to see Gina, naked, steadily riding me. Her long even strokes milked me with tender hunger. I tried to reach for her, to run my hands on her body, to play with her nipples, but I couldn’t move my hands. I looked up and saw they were bound to a hook in the wall. Where’d that come from?
“UH-UHH.” Gina smiled at me devilishly. “Not today, Daddy. Today you are just going to lie there.” I had no choice but to comply. How did I end like this? Was I out that hard? Gina continued to rock, and grind, and gyrate, her wetness growing with each movement. Where did she learn to move like that?
She began to moan; it started as a little whimper, her hands on my chest as her grinding grew more intense. Soon, they became full moans of ecstasy, before turning into primal, guttural moans of pleasure as she slammed up and down on me.
“Shhh! You can’t be that loud,” I quietly exclaimed. “There are people around.”
She glared at me like a woman possessed, her face red and contorted in her orgasm. But she did not stop, not her moaning or her feverish tempo upon my rigid member. She continued to scream her moans of pleasure as my lap was flooded by a free flow of her juices that seemed to gush more and more with each stroke.
Just then, the trap door burst open and Becky popped her head in. “HEY!” she yelled.
I sat bolt upright, heart racing. I looked around. I was alone. What a vivid dream.
“What were you dreaming about?” Gina’s voice came from behind me. My heart jumped out of my chest.
“JESUS CHRIST! You scared the hell out of me,” I breathed heavily. “Why are you hiding in the corner? Weren’t you with Becky?”
Gina chuckled. “Becky went swimming, I went looking for you. I couldn’t find you, so I decided to come here and voila. You were dreaming something good by the looks of it,” she said, motioning to the tent in my pants, “and the sounds of it too. So, I decided to sit in the chair and enjoy the show. Until you jumped up, startling me.”
I gave her every detail of my dream. When I finished, with Becky coming through the door, she looked at me with tender eyes.
“Aww, poor Daddy, I know how to make you better.” She motioned for me to move, as she covered the door with the blanket, then had me lie back down. She untied my swim trunks and slid them off. She removed her bikini top and bottoms and positioned her body beside me. Both of us were completely naked.
“This is risky,” I warned.
“That’s why we’re on the door,” she continued, kissing my thighs; her hair gently licked at my flesh as she moved up. She kissed and licked my still rigid member, then moved up my pelvis, my abdomen, my chest, my neck, and finally landed with her lips on mine. I kissed her passionately, then continued to move her forward, as I kissed her neck, her breasts, her abdomen, her pelvis, and positioned her so she was straddling my face. I kissed these lips as well and devoured the sweet and fragrant nectar that welled within. I locked my left arm on her hip, then began to stroke her g-spot with one finger as I ran delicate circles on her clit. It did not take long for her to begin bucking and thrusting her hips, grinding her lips against my tongue.
Then it happened: she squirted a mighty flow down my chin and chest as I continued to lick. I locked both arms on her hips to keep her in place as I locked my mouth in place, suctioned to her clit and licking ferociously. She continued to buck and twitch, as her flow showed no signs of relenting.
“Break, break!” she exclaimed, trying to loosen herself from my mouth. I released her and she collapsed to the blanket beside me. I smiled, face and chest glistening with her juices.
“Are you okay?” I teased, running my hand between her legs.
“THZZZ,” was all she managed, electric bolts of sensitivity course through her body as she tried to hold my hand away, “Yyyup, yup, yup.” She nodded vigorously.
I lay and watched as she would twitch and hitch while the sensation slowly subsided.
“You good?” I asked, maybe a little too proud of myself.
“Yes.” She looked at me with determined satisfaction. “Your turn.”
She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top. The moment my cock brushed against her still dripping hole, she tensed, spasmed, shifted and paused.
“Not as ready as you thought?” I teased. She looked at me, more determined than ever, then eased me inside, fighting the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Once I was inside, she relaxed, the worst of the overstimulating sensation over. She leaned towards me and began to work my shaft in and out of her. Though not her plan, her body was quick to respond and began a series of climaxes almost immediately. Small at first, then building on each other.
“Your turn,” she whispered in my ear.
“It’s okay, get yours,” I reassured.
“Together.” She continued to move back and forth, not changing her rhythm. I looked at her, trying to verify her meaning. She nodded, then as if to punctuate her meaning, she quickened her tempo. I felt her muscles begin to spasm as the orgasm took control of her body. The rapid squeezing and jerking sent me spiraling, as I came hard, thrusting deep within her, holding her down on me as my own sensitivity took over.
She collapsed onto my chest, not allowing me to withdraw, as her muscles continued to spasm around me. We both lay there, covered in sweat and residual fluid from her explosive orgasm, regaining control of our bodies and breathing.
After a few minutes, Gina raised her head. “I think I’m ready for that swim now.”
I smiled and brushed her hair from her face. “I agree.”
