Chapter 39: Finger Lake

Clearing my throat as Cheryl let out a little moan, they looked up in surprise. “I thought I said you two weren’t allowed to talk to each other.”

Cheryl, always the smart ass, said, “We didn’t talk. I promise. Helen hadn’t gotten me to the point of needing to talk. And I know she isn’t there yet either. And you said we couldn’t be in a room alone together. There isn’t a room in sight right now.”

I shook my head in disapproval. “You know that is not what I meant. But I guess there is something to be said for living up to the letter of the law, if not the spirit.”

Helen pulled Cheryl’s bottom’s patch of fabric back over her slit. It did little to hide the form of the engorged outer lips and the coin slot they made. “So, we’re not in trouble?” Helen almost sounded sad in the asking.

“No, not this time.” I knew the answer was not what Helen was hoping for. “But I expect you two to live by the spirit as well as the letter from here on out.”

“Ok,” they said in tandem.

Helen then noticed Jane was not with us. “Hey, where is Jane? Is she in really big trouble, and is that why she isn’t here?”

Dorothy fielded that question: “Jane has decided by her recent actions. She is old enough and responsible enough to completely care for herself. Within that decision, she knowingly intends to distance herself from the family and her place in it. She is welcome back at any time. If she wants to acknowledge her place and do what that place demands of her.” I had to hand it to Dorothy. She made it clear to Helen without saying it that she had a place in their family. And it came with consequences if certain actions were taken.

“Oh, that sounds bad,” Cheryl said to Helen.

Dorothy responded to Cheryl’s assessment, “It’s not bad. Just a choice. She can choose to change her mind. But new requirements will be expected of her to show she truly has changed her mind and attitude.”

Helen was the first up and held a hand down to Cheryl, who had not bothered to replace Helen’s suit over her nipples. “Damn, that sounds way too heavy for right now. Come on, Cheryl, it is lake time.” Looking back at me, she said, “Oops, I didn’t mean to do that. God, I’m so bad.”

Cheryl shook her head and took Helen’s hand, getting up. Looking at me, she said, “God, she really is so bad.” She smirked at Helen.

“I think I’ll let that one slide,” I said, smiling. Helen wasn’t going to get her desired spanking. “In fact, for the rest of the time we are here, you two can feel free to talk to each other. When we leave, it is back to no talking.” I figured the two teens didn’t need to live in fear of violating their punishment and earning even more in the way of repercussions. Yet I didn’t think Helen had any such concerns.

Cheryl changed the subject rapidly as Helen pulled her out towards the water. “What took you two so long? Was it the stuff with Jane?”

I jumped in before she said another word, “You know that doesn’t concern you. So, are you sure you want to ask that question?”

Cheryl quickly shook her head no while saying, “No.” Again back to her original thought, she asked, “Did you hear that weird noise a few minutes ago? I swear it sounded like an alley cat was getting mauled by a bear.”

Cheryl’s ability to keep a straight face was astounding, or she truly didn’t know what was going on. I couldn’t tell which. I thought Dorothy was going to lose it, though. “Alley cat? How would you know what an alley cat getting mauled by a bear sounds like?” It was evident to at least me that Dorothy didn’t like being compared to an alley cat.

“I don’t. But what I heard was just what I imagine it would sound like,” she said over her shoulder. She still gave no indication she knew; I had fucked Dorothy until she screamed. Nothing more was said on the subject as the two girls dove into the sun-warmed water.

While the teen’s nubile bodies, with basically no clothing, were underwater and not able to hear, Dorothy complained. “I don’t sound like an alley cat. Do I?”

“Never really thought about it. But start taking those pills when you get back, and we’ll have to try that again. And next time I will pay attention to what you sound like.” My non-answer made Dorothy’s face light up. I would be screwing her again when she got home from her family vacation. And no one seemed to be fixated on Jane and why she wasn’t there, taking a load off her shoulders.

Seeing Cheryl was out pretty far, I called out to her, “Not too far out. You’re still learning.”

“I’m not as good as Helen, but I can hold my own,” Cheryl called back, porpoising into the water and showing off her new skills. She was much improved.

Before dropping her sarong and heading out to the water, Dorothy pulled my attention back to her. “Maybe you can listen a whole weekend long.”

“Maybe,” I replied, coming after her. I caught her a couple of steps into the water when she slowed down. The water was barely to her knees.

Grabbing her waist, I lifted her to toss her in. I saw her bikini bottoms were already wet between her legs. She hollered, squirming, “No! I get in slowly. It lets me get used to the water temperature.”

The wet spot between her legs was going to be a problem to explain if she was allowed to take her time. So, I said, “Not today you don’t.” I tossed the generally light woman two feet in the air and into deeper water. She came splashing down, fully submerging. It guaranteed the pussy juice-caused wet spot would never be noticed.

I went after her to do it again when I was mugged by two teens. They were excitedly squealing, “Do me ... Do me.” The double entendre was not lost on me.

Standing in the chest-deep water I threw the teenage leeches off me, dunking them when they got nearby. Together, their nubile bodies rubbed all over my back, arms, and occasionally shoulders. The girls were constantly stopping to readjust the bikinis. The tiny suits were not made for swimming and absolutely weren’t meant for playing in the water. Hard marbled nipples would rub up and down my back and occasionally on my chest as they climbed on me. Helen was much better about keeping her breasts covered the best she could with her mother around.

Dorothy too got in on the action. Though I’m not sure whose side she was on. Multiple times, when pulling one of the teens from me, she squeezed the girl’s breast. A few times I would have sworn she was rolling the bare nipple of the breast she had a hold of. Neither Cheryl nor Helen mentioned the grope. I figured they thought it to be accidental, also. But accidental or not, both girls stifled moans as their nipples were played with. Helen had been so bold as to bite my shoulder while climbing up my back. Evidently to assuage her need to groan loudly at her mother’s rolling her nipples. Dorothy covered up what she was doing by saying, “Off him. He’s mine.” I think she was going to end the statement there and then thought better of it and added, “I’m going to dunk him.”

There was ten minutes of fighting the girls off. The whole time I enjoyed their water-slick bodies gliding over mine in their basically nonexistent suits. I started tossing them backward from their armpits. I got handfuls of uncovered tits many times as I did this. Only Dorothy’s suit stayed in place as I tossed any one of the three females. Helen’s tits were the smallest of the bunch. Cheryl’s were slightly bigger but no less firm. Her areolas were much softer and stood out more, but again, their nipples had the same marble hardness and shape. I figured the hardness was purely due to Dorothy’s manipulation of them.

Their pussies too were different. I noticed a slight difference when they humped my thighs through my shorts. Now they scraped their fattened labia down my stomach as they wrapped their legs around me, trying to hold on. Helen’s pussy was a bit hotter than Cheryl’s, likely because her mom had played with her tits longer than she had with Cheryl’s. The fattened folds were basically the same, but Cheryl’s bottoms seemed to pull up through her lips, parting them more than Helen’s. It also strained the strings and bow on the edge, untying one side. Helen’s suit only moved to the side and became caught up in the crevice between her pussy lip and inner thigh.

The next time I threw Cheryl away from me, both the top and bottoms seemed to come partially free of her body.

As Cheryl struggled to get her suit back on fully in the deep water, Helen was right there to hold on tight, climbing up my body to try and dunk me. Only Dorothy did to Helen what the splashdown and struggling to stay attached to me had done to Cheryl. Dorothy quickly pulled on the top string of the tiny suit at the back of Helen’s neck. But not just that one. She pulled the bow free on Helen’s right hip and was in the process of undoing the one on the left when I tossed Helen away.

With both the teen girls overly worried with their suits, Dorothy, in the name of playing, had moved her bikini bottoms over like Helen’s. She began scraping her bared cunt lips on my covered dick, acting like she was fighting to stay attached. Her bikini top, unlike the teen girls, didn’t ride up, uncovering her nipples for me. She did that herself in a motion that was designed to be stealthy during one of her falls down my body after failing to dunk me. The next time she went to dunk me, putting her hands on my head and raising up, her uncovered nipples stroked over my cheeks. Failing to get me to go under, her nipples again brushed over my cheeks, and her clit was held tight to my abs as she fell back down my torso. She quietly moaned as her clit skipped and skidded against me.

It was my turn to pull on a string or two. I rapidly undid the two bows holding her top on. Her body pressed to mine. Dorothy failed to detect her top was no longer attached to her. The ones on her hips I was to find out were mostly undone by her. This became known when I reached under her underarms and tossed her. Dorothy went flying through the air like the young girls had. Only her top stayed with me, and her bottoms ended up floating next to her when she resurfaced. I had expected the top but not the bottoms to be floating free.

Recognizing she was completely nude and not just her bottoms were amiss, Dorothy put on the correct response to the situation. She acted embarrassed, and her tits that had been above the water were dunked back down under the surface as she left only her head above water. The act continued with her saying, “Oh shit, John, please throw me my top and look the other way. My whole suit came off.”

I threw the top at her while the two others laughed whimsically at Dorothy. Helen was the first to taunt her mom. “Why does John have to look the other way? Do you have something he hasn’t seen before?” Dorothy’s face fell at the unintended implication. Only to brighten quickly with the possibility of Helen knowing about our clandestine interlude.

Cheryl joined in, “Yeah, I’m sure John has seen breasts on a naked woman before. After all, he doesn’t look like a virgin or anything.” I wasn’t surprised when Dorothy hadn’t said “yes.” He’s seen mine while I was naked riding his hard cock. But I could see on her face she was thinking it.

Cheryl, not being anywhere near as good a swimmer as Helen, suddenly jerked around at nothing. She did it a second and third time. She slapped at the water over and over, saying, “Quit it, Helen.” That is when I noticed Helen was nowhere to be seen.

The brunette’s head broke through the water’s surface after her hand had. In her hand were both the top and bottom of Cheryl’s suit. She was far from the now-naked teen when she said, “Now he can see the breast on a naked virgin woman.”

Helen porpoised right as her mother said, “Helen Alexis, give that suit back to Cheryl.” Helen had likely not heard her mother as her head was underwater long before Dorothy had finished reprimanding her daughter.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get her back and more.” There was a determination in her voice that made me sure she would at least catch Helen. She, too, porpoised, which gave me and Dorothy a full view of her firm tits and tight ass as they raised above the water just to dip back down below the surface. Helen was laughing too hard and waving the captured mini bikini to get away from Cheryl. Cheryl had to hold onto Helen as she fought to get her suit back. In a quick turn of strategy, Cheryl had Helen’s top off and was working on the bottoms. Helen had let go of her prizes to fight off Cheryl’s hands. I saw the bottoms of Cheryl’s suit starting to drift away from them.

I warned the two. “You need those suits for your last day of yard work. If you lose one of them, you’re working naked. That means if either of you doesn’t have a full suit tomorrow, both of you have no suit.”

Cheryl swam as fast as she could to get the parts of her suit that had drifted a few feet away. She came back to Helen with her bottoms and Helen’s top in her hands. Helen grabbed the top that hadn’t floated away and started to hand it to Cheryl. Cheryl took it but whispered in Helen’s ear instead of handing over the top of Helen’s suit. Soon I saw Helen hand Cheryl the small patch of fabric that made up her bikini bottoms.

Cheryl, treading water, said, “These weren’t covering much anyway. But we want them for what little protection they give while working in the yard. So, I’m putting them on the shore where we can find them later. Which, I guess, means Helen and I are going to be skinny-dipping. You two feel free to join us.”

I was stunned at the decisive way Cheryl said it. Not so much a question but a statement of fact. Dorothy, too, was astonished at the statement based on her face’s reaction. She said, “That’s not appropriate while Mr. Wick is here.”

Helen rebuffed her mom, “What, Mr. Wick will see us naked for like a second at a time? It’s not like he hasn’t seen us basically naked for days. And if he was going to do something with us, he would have done it by now. When it wouldn’t have been in front of you.”

Dorothy thought on it a second, “True...”

Before the “but” came, Helen continued, “And didn’t you ever go skinny-dipping when you were young?”

Dorothy clearly didn’t care for the implication that she was old while I was around. “No. I’ve never. And I’m still fairly young.”

Cheryl joined in, “Then live a little. Be young and join us.”

Dorothy capitulated at the manipulation, “It does sound like fun.” She then stressed, “This once.” She turned to me, “If we do it. All of us have to. That includes you.”

Helen said, “Yeah, it’s only fair.”

“Helen,” I started, “what have I always told you two? Life isn’t fair. So don’t expect it to be.”

She rolled her eyes, having heard that before, “Fine. Then do it because it will be fun. You remember fun, don’t you?”

“Yes, I remember fun.” I had to appreciate her trying a new tactic. “So, you folks have fun. But there are some big fish in here, and I will look like a worm. Which would be no fun.”

Cheryl snickered, “Floating driftwood is more like it.”

Dorothy quietly said, “Lucky fish.”

I ignored Dorothy, instead concentrating attention on Cheryl. Talking with Cheryl was less fraught with unintended areas of conversation. “Cheryl, why would you say such?”

“Because it’s true,” she replied.

Dorothy wanted clarification not from Cheryl but from Helen. “And how would she know such?”

Helen leaned on what she knew wouldn’t get her in trouble with me. Though I could tell she was seriously debating it. Since breaking the rule would get her one hell of a spanking. “I don’t think it is nice to speculate on what happens at other people’s homes. Or as a guest, talk about what you see at the host’s house.”

She couldn’t have answered the question any better than she had. It didn’t answer the question and was polite in its non-answer. Still, I said, “Helen, you are not a guest in my house. You are family. So please, I would like to know.”

She again deflected nicely, “Then you should ask Cheryl. She said it. And I would be just speculating on why.”

I hated it when the girls used my own rules against me. Especially when they did it well. “Like she didn’t tell you.” Cheryl was almost all the way to the shore. The back of her slender, developing hourglass figure was still moving away from us. Her bare ass cheeks with basically no tan lines tightening and raising with each step were mooning us. I still directed my request to her. “You want to tell Mrs. Fields the reason for your comment.”

She tossed the two string-based suits onto a patch of grass where we had found them earlier. Turning to come back, the whole front of her nubile body was on full display. And the trickle of water running off her blonde hair down over her coned tits with their hard pinkish nubs was making everyone in the water salivate. I think everyone was imagining the delicious-looking points and their firm supporting grapefruit-sized flesh in their mouths. Then enjoying rolling the nipples with their tongues. All the while sucking and running their teeth along the silky flesh up to the pickled circles on top. Only to follow that with the kisses that would cross the flat stomach and over the cute oval that moved seductively with each sway of her hips. All leading to the one patch of flesh that was not kissed by the sun. But we all desired to kiss and run our tongues across, feeling the fine plumpness of the folds. And tasting the elixir of life surely present between them.

Seeing all eyes on her and likely the desire in them. She disregarded the implications and only said, “What?”

Snapping out of my own lust for the teen I called my ward, I repeated. “Do you want to tell Mrs. Fields the reason for your comment?”

Not at all flustered, she still acted apologetic for the knowledge. “It’s not like I’m looking, but you know the house has no doors.” As a way of an explanation to Dorothy, she said, “And that is my fault. I wanted to be able to hear John while he slept in his room while I was in mine. I liked the secure feeling it gave me when he first took me in, and I slept on the couch outside his room. So, in the morning when he is in his sleeping shorts, it is just kind of obvious even without looking.” She dove into the water, her tits shimmying a little before she was fully submerged.

For whatever reason, Dorothy hadn’t put her suit back on while we were talking. She had left the two parts in her hand. She had made up her mind to join Cheryl and Helen in their skinny dipping. She, like Cheryl, walked up the shallow water, more and more of her gorgeous body becoming visible. Her fine ass swayed and looked like that of a woman ten years younger. Even the two younger women were watching intently Dorothy’s emergence from the water. She tossed the two parts of her bikini on top of the tiny bikinis Cheryl had left.

The two girls were in utter shock at Dorothy’s prancing to the shoreline naked. I guess they didn’t think she would be so blatant with her nudity. That she would have skinny-dipped without ever letting any of us get a full view of her sexy body. Yet she was there, letting us all see how sexy she was. I saw out of the corner of my eye the two teens lean over and talk excitedly, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Suit dropped off; Dorothy turned, coming back to join the other skinny dippers. Her teardrop tits jiggled ever so slightly while her nipples had the same look as Helen’s. Seeing her bald lips between her legs in such close proximity to her daughter had me thinking about other similarities between them. It was uncanny how similar the two were. It would be easy to mistake one for the other in the water or from the backside, where the extra weight of Dorothy was not as noticeable. Even her thighs were proportional in shape, though slightly longer and bigger around.

Dorothy’s naked sashay back into the water even got her daughter’s attention and admiration. “Damn Mom, you’re a hottie. I didn’t know you looked that good. Hell, I won’t be able to bring guys home.” That statement got a death glare from Cheryl, which Helen didn’t respond to, and continued with her mother. “They’d be all over you instead of me. And when did you start to shave down there?”

“That’s not something to talk about right now,” Dorothy said in response to the question. She then turned the question back on Helen, “I could ask you the same question.” She blew past the idea she would be found hot by guys Helen’s age. She already knew that after being fucked by a whole little league team.

Cheryl piped up, “I asked her to.”

“Not your conversation, Cheryl,” I warned her.

“Oh,” Dorothy said knowingly.

Helen blushed at the innuendo that was clear in her mom’s “Oh.” The warning didn’t override the protection Cheryl thought was needed. The embarrassment her girlfriend was showing. “Yeah, for the new suits it was required, otherwise hairs stuck out.” Cheryl seemed to be trying to turn the conversation away from eating the young girl. She just didn’t seem capable of doing it. She had to add, “And other reasons.” It was likely to get Dorothy wondering about getting eaten by her.

Dorothy’s face registered some curiosity at the other reasons, though she knew her daughter and Cheryl were lovers. It may have been the spark that Cheryl seemed to want to ignite. Yet nothing came of it. Instead, the three of them floated around on their backs. The younger two’s cones had the nipples atop them pointing to the sky. The plumped-up labia made for sexy coin slots with water initially trickling down through their narrow slits. Dorothy’s slit looked just as delicious. Though slightly fuller and under closer scrutiny, you could see the almost fully healed bruising from the weekend before. But the water beaded up just the same on the curved folds as it had on the younger girls. The three looked so peaceful, but Cheryl, being Cheryl, had to stir the pot after a few minutes.

Helen was floating her arms out, her head back with her eyes closed. Her nubile body was soaking up the sun, and little by little, her legs opened as well, letting her pussy be kissed by the sun’s heat. It was the perfect position for what Cheryl had in mind. She went under a ways and stopped directly below Helen’s partially submerged twat, basking in the afternoon’s rays. I could see bubbles start curving around the folds that had been spread along with Helen’s thighs. The bubbles hugged the fatter folds as well as the fine ones. Many exploded into smaller bubbles when they hit Helen’s flesh.

There was a giggle that came from Helen the instant the bubbles started vibrating her folds. She let it go on for a few seconds. Her face radiated how much she enjoyed the stimulation of a touch without being touched. When the bubbles ended, with Cheryl running out of air, Helen reached down and tried to grab Cheryl but missed. A few feet away, Cheryl popped up laughing at the new game she wanted to play with her partner.

Cheryl did this many more times while Helen acted as if she wanted to float around relaxing. Each time she gave a half-assed effort at getting a hold of Cheryl before giving up. She then shot a wall of water from her hand at the blonde who was stimulating her. Cheryl only laughed at Helen’s perfunctory attempts at keeping her away. She turned like she was scared off, only to return back under Helen, blowing more bubbles.

Helen turned the tables on Cheryl. She did the same thing when Cheryl was tired of teasing her. Helen’s swimming accouterments were known to be better than Cheryl’s. She stayed deeper below Cheryl and could keep the stream of bubbles going longer. Cheryl seemed to like the stream as much as Helen had. She, like Helen, gave little in the way of objection to the exploding pockets of air. She giggled as well as moaned a few times when the breathed air passed through her fine folds. Her splashes, though, were less accurately directed at her tormentor. Her spray of water hit Dorothy as much as it did Helen.

When Dorothy splashed back, another splash fight started. But it was the two teens against the one adult. I was close enough to hear their laughter and parts of their conversation as they splashed. Helen was the first to mention the bubbles. “You’re going to have to do those bubbles again. It was really exciting and tickled in such a great way.”

Between splashes, Cheryl smacked Helen on her shoulder, “You’re such a tramp.”

Helen smacked back, saying, “Yeah, you wish. It was you that thought of it first.”

The splashing quickly died down, and Dorothy swam the short distance to the other two. Only her round butt broke the surface as she swam. The three huddled together, treading water with only their heads visible. They were all laughing and joking instead of splashing each other. The playing the two teens were doing while talking with Dorothy was kept out of sight and below the waterline.

I knew what they were saying wasn’t good for me. They kept looking back over my way, then talking low, motioning in different directions. The cabal of women seemed to come to an agreement and parted, each swimming in a way that appeared to keep me in the center of them.

Helen was the first one to disappear below the surface. And while I could see my feet looking straight down, the sun’s reflection off the water made tracking her impossible. Dorothy was the next one I lost sight of. Cheryl just kept swimming towards me with mischief on her face. My “Oh no, you don’t. You stay far from me,” did nothing to stop her. She kept coming at me, the grin getting bigger.

She said, swimming and watching me, “Are you going to treat me like a leper the whole time we’re skinny-dipping?” She said, before going under herself.

I was going to say yes, but she was already underwater. She went under my kicking legs. She stayed under me, blowing bubbles. I could feel the air bubbles travel up my legs and into the leg opening of my baggy swimsuit. Once inside my suit, many of the bubbles bounced off my cock as they passed. The rest exploded on my dick and balls. It was a uniquely new experience and made me rethink my attempts to avoid the naked females. But as exciting as it was, I feared what was to come up next. The gopher popped its pretty face up out of its waterhole behind me, just out of arm’s reach. “You women are incorrigible,” I said playfully, half laughing at the lot of them, and turned to swim to shore. Dorothy took hold of my foot before I could get two full strokes in. For some unknown reason, I found the whole situation whimsical. And the laughing and splashing at her reduced my ability to get free. And worse yet, she pulled me further out to the middle of the lake.

Dorothy had not solely put me in deeper water. She had moved me closer to the other two. The enclosed circle of females was much smaller, making a fast escape unscathed less likely. Cheryl was the first to climb up my back, her taut tits rubbing their points into my back. The water lubricated her slide down my back when I failed to go under from her climbing on me. I grabbed her hand that was around my neck and finagled her around to the front of me. When there, her tits skimmed over my chest. Her nipples kissed mine while her flat stomach glided along mine as we bobbed in the water.

Dorothy took the opportunity to replace Cheryl on my back. Her bigger tits were equally mashed into my shoulder blades and lats. Only the area they touched was slightly larger, and the points were not as tightly defined. But she too slid herself all over my back while she attempted to get me to go under. Or so I thought. Lost in all the sensations of tits and bald vulvas being wiggled up against me and the hands stroking over my skin was where Helen was.

It turns out most of the actions of the other two women were choreographed. They had my arms mostly tied up, which left me vulnerable to Helen’s task. She ducked under the surface and didn’t reappear immediately. I felt her hands go below Cheryl’s butt for a moment and yank on the string that helped hold on my swim trunks. When I tried getting to Helen’s hands, Dorothy and Cheryl held on tightly to them. Cheryl had to feel the suit being pulled over my hips. She gleefully said, “You’re going skinny-dipping, too.”

It turned out short of violently ripping off the two hanging on me; I was helpless to stop Helen. The real shock came shortly after. I could do little in the way of kicking to help in the treading water. Helen had my trunks around my calves, and the kicking I was doing made fully removing them difficult. This in turn left my steel hard-on sticking up in the water below Cheryl. At least when my trunks were first pulled down. After a couple of bobs in the water with Dorothy on my back and Cheryl hanging on the front, my dick was parting Cheryl’s labia. Each bob slid my head and shaft along her slit.

The first time it happened, her face lit up at the sensation. She grinned broadly but said nothing about my cock being so close to her cunt’s opening. She relaxed her hold around my neck yet wrapped her feet around me. They pushed Dorothy back; her bald vulva no longer rubbed along my ass; Cheryl’s ankles replaced them. Cheryl pulled her pussy lips tight to me, capturing my cock between our pelvises for a moment. It was a curiously daunting position she had put herself in. It created an instant where electricity was in every nerve ending where our skin touched.