Bisexual Beach Reads: 6 Sizzling Summertime Novels and Novellas

CHERRY

~an erotic novella~

by

Giselle Renarde

Cherry © June 2014 by Giselle Renarde

Cover design © 2014 Giselle Renarde

First Edition by eXcessica publishing

Chapter One

I hate you both!

Mom snickered from the front seat. We know, Cherry. We’re comfortable with that.

It’s not funny! Cherry tried texting Brad, but her stupid phone wouldn’t respond. What the fuck, guys? I don’t get any bars out here.

Watch your language, Daddy said, without looking up from the road.

Oh, don’t be so hard on the girl. Mom turned around to pet Cherry’s knee. That’s how eighteen-year-olds talk these days. Just go with the flow.

Cherry swung her legs up on the back seat, away from her mother’s touch. Mom looked so hurt she almost apologized. Almost.

In truth, she wasn’t mad at her mother. It was Daddy who said Brad couldn’t come on their camping trip. She totally would have understood, if Daddy hadn’t invited stupid Phil to come along, just because the guy was going through a rough divorce.

So what? That was Phil’s problem, not theirs. Couldn’t the guy just buy a Camaro and hire a hooker like every other middle-aged man on the planet?

Her phone buzzed. One bar. Just one! But that was enough to let a text through, and it was a message from Brad:

If ur not back to see my band on Friday wer done.

Mom! Cherry passed her phone to the front seat. We can’t stay until Sunday. Brad’s gonna divorce me if I’m not at that concert.

He can’t divorce you if you’re not married, Daddy said. "Wait… you’re not married, are you? Sometimes your mother neglects to tell me these things."

Sometimes you neglect to listen, Mom shot back. "Cherry, if Brad’s breaking up with you just for missing one gig, then… kiddo, I hate to tell you, but…"

That boy’s not good enough for my girl. Daddy loved to tell her that. He told her all the time.

But it’s important, Cherry said, snatching her phone back from Mom. They’re playing the Grand Re-Opening of The Moose. It’s gonna be on the radio and everything! I have to be there.

Honey, it’s a three-hour drive back to town. Mom reached for her knee, and this time Cherry allowed it. She needed consoling. We booked this trip six months in advance, and it’s not like your father and I have an easy time coordinating our vacation days. We’re staying until Sunday. Brad’s just going to have to be understanding.

Understanding? Not Brad’s strong suit.

But he’s gonna break up with me. He really will this time.

Well, Daddy said. Maybe it’s for the best. When you start school in September, do you really think that good-for-nothing’s going to dote on you?

Yes.

What about when you need to study for a chemistry exam and he wants you to chill with the band?

I’m not taking chemistry, Cherry said, trying not to laugh. And don’t try to be cool, Daddy. It’s just not you.

What? I’m a cool guy. He plucked a cassette tape from the dash. See? Got rid of all my old eight-tracks.

You’re so lame, she said, but chuckled. What’s an eight-track?

* * * *

Rightfully, the woodland cabins belonged to the Parks Authority, but every time the family pulled up to them Cherry felt like she was coming home. On one hand she wanted her phone to work and she wanted to fuck her boyfriend, but on the other hand… well, she wanted it to be the past again. In the woods, she felt like a little kid. Nobody to impress, just her, her parents and the nosy raccoons.

Except it wouldn’t be just Cherry and her parents this year. Phil was coming.

Stupid Phil, Daddy’s lame-ass friend. They’d been besties in the nineteen-hundreds or whenever, back when they were growing up. They kind of stayed in touch after high school. Cherry used to play with his daughters when they were really little and would go visit them for Chanukah. At the time, she thought they were the only family in the world without a Christmas tree. She was so stupid back then.

It made Cherry kind of sad, when she thought about his daughters now, fourteen and sixteen, with parents getting divorced. Mom said the girls both wanted to live with their mother, and that made Cherry sad for Phil, too. He must miss them so much.

Daddy? Cherry asked as they unloaded the car. When is Phil coming?

Should be later today.

Hmm.

And no more complaints about it, Mom said. He’s coming and that’s that.

When did I complain? Cherry shouted. She didn’t mean to shout. Sometimes things just popped out of her mouth before she could think, and after the fact she felt like she should apologize but she didn’t know how. It’s fine that he’s coming. Rough divorce. Whatever. Which cabin is mine?

You can take that one, there. Daddy pointed to the cabin on the right.

It was pretty small, but this was the first year she didn’t have to share with her parents, so she wasn’t about to complain. She brought her luggage inside and tossed it on the ground, letting the door slam behind her. Felt good to stretch her back after that long car ride.

There wasn’t much to the cabin: a bed, a little table built out from the wall, a wooden chair, a window looking out on the woods. It was more like a glorified outhouse than an actual cabin, but she loved the smell of wood—sort of rainy, like the seasons were trapped in its timbers.

Cherry looked at her phone. No service. She stepped out of her cabin. Still none. She knew there wouldn’t be any cell reception in the woods, but she thought she’d try, anyway.

Where are you going in your flip-flops? Mom called out.

Taking my phone for a walk.

Want company?

No.

You won’t get any bars out here, Daddy said, but she just waved as she wandered down the dirt road.

The park was familiar in the same way a dream feels familiar—like it’s real, but it isn’t. The grounds were divided into sections for quiet camping (sites with no electricity), sections for trailers and RVs (sites with electricity), and a few cabins like theirs, which were permanent structures you could rent by the week.

The one thing all sites had in common was that they were recessed into the woods, surrounded by trees, so even though you had neighbours, you felt all alone. It felt good to get back to nature, even if that meant leaving Brad.

Her stomach sunk when she glanced at his last text. She kept torturing herself, reading it over and over. The thing that probably bugged her the most was that she wasn’t as upset as she should be. Maybe Daddy was right. Maybe if Brad broke up with her, it wouldn’t be end of the world.

And then she scrolled back and back and back, until she found something that changed her mind: sexts from Brad. That’s what kept her coming back to him: he made her so goddamn horny. All she had to do was think about him and her pussy got all raw and pulpy.

As she read all the nasty things he wanted to do to her, she couldn’t hold back. Ducking into the woods, she cut through a thick patch of underbrush. Hopefully no one would be able to see her when she kneeled on the moss-covered stump. If she didn’t touch herself soon, she was going to explode.

Pull up that short skirt and find your itty bitty thong.

It’s pink, Brad—your favourite.

Your pussy’s all hot and throbbing.

It is, already.

My fingers rub your clit harder harder harder.

I’ll do it for you, just this once.

You want me so bad.

Yes.

You tear at my jeans, girl. You grab on my cock.

So hard, baby. Your cock wants to fuck me.

All of me wants to fuck you. That pussy. That ass.

You wanna fuck my ass?

Oh yeah. Let me at that tight little hole.

No way. Not in this lifetime.

Yeah im geting in there. Just watch me.

Im too tight. Ur too huge.

You want it.

I want ur dick? In my ass?

You want it.

Maybe.

You know you want it.

Maybe if you push me down and pin me to the ground and give me no choice.

Is that how you want it?

Yes.

Cherry’s finger slid easily over her shaved cunt, making her gasp every time she struck her swollen clit. The woods were very quiet, which made her feel especially conspicuous as she stroked off. Where were the chipmunks nattering in the trees? Where were the songbirds? Why weren’t the forest creatures warning each other of the danger in their midst?

Rotten bunch of voyeurs. The robins and squirrels and foxes and bears were all watching her, weren’t they? Ogling her tits as she pulled up her top, salivating over her juicy pussy.

Dropping her phone, she pressed a nipple between her finger and thumb. She pinched until it hurt, imagining her hands were Brad’s. Imagining he was right there behind her, bending her over this stump, fucking her unforgivingly. Fucking her pussy.

And then he’d pull out, wouldn’t he? He’d try to get in her ass. Pressing his swollen cockhead to her hole, he’d force the pucker. She’d squeal and writhe, and he’d grip her tighter. He’d say, Calm down. It’s okay.

She’d say, No, I don’t want to.

He’d say, Sure you do. Just hold still.

And he’d push harder, he’d ram against a hole that didn’t want him there, and she’d struggle not to cry. Why didn’t he understand? It hurt so damn much…

Tires crunched gravel along the roadway. Muffled music blared through the woods. Cherry froze.

Pulling her top down to cover her tits, she watched through the trees as a dark car passed by. There was something really rude and cocky about making so much noise in the middle of a campground, but her pussy kept pulsing against her palm. She was too close to climax to feel overly irritated.

When the car was gone and the woods fell silent, she pulled up her top and stared at her nipples. It was too hot out for a bra. Anyway, she didn’t like them. She preferred her tits bare, just like her pussy.

Pinching her nipples, she stroked her clit. Her thighs shook. God, was she ever wet down there—like she’d just had the world’s best purr job. She could probably fuck a tree trunk, if she wanted to.

She imagined herself riding Brad’s dick while she played with herself. No, that image wasn’t doing it for her. She pictured the hot forest ranger who’d signed them into the park. No, he was a little too ruggedly perfect for her liking. What about her Calculus teacher? Her volleyball coach? Somebody! Anybody! Who could she fantasize about?

Phil?

God only knows why he came to mind. She hadn’t seen him in a million years, and she remembered him as kind of a loser, but all she had to do was imagine his cock lodged inside her and… oh yeah. That’s the spot.

Cherry bounced so hard on the tree stump that her butt met its pillow of soft moss. She worked her pussy hard while she pinched her nipples, sending strings of electricity from her tits to her clit. Felt so good, so good…

She bit her tongue, but she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering. Her body screamed and writhed. This orgasm took her over like a spirit possession. Wow! She could practically feel Phil’s dick pounding inside her, spilling its seed into the depths of her pussy.

Her legs shook. Her calves cramped. She folded in on herself, until her bare tits met her naked thighs. With her hand trapped against her hot cunt, her body convulsed like she was throwing a fit. A silent fit, though. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come to her rescue, thinking she was in trouble.

Cherry’s fingers were slick with pussy juice when she slid her hand out from between her sopping wet thighs. She was so exhausted she thought she’d fall over. Too bad she couldn’t just collapse on this mossy trunk and cuddle up under a blanket of dried leaves. Not that this hot weather opened itself to cuddling. Maybe when she got back to the cabins she’d change into her bikini and take her blow-up raft down to the lake.

But when she arrived back at the site, there was a brand new black convertible parked beside her parents’ car.

When you said cabin, I didn’t realize it was going to be so… rustic.

There he was. That was Phil.

Cherry wouldn’t have recognized him if they’d passed each other on the street. She wasn’t exactly sure how she recognized him at all. He used to be so nerdy, with big glasses and terrible dad-like clothes. But now…

Well, now he was dressed kind of like Charlie Sheen’s character from Two and a Half Men: khaki shorts, bowling shirt, dark hair sort of spikey, but not in a stupid way. He looked good… so good.

Cherry’s pussy throbbed when he glanced in her direction. A bit of a smirk crossed his lips, but it disappeared when Daddy looked at him and said, Phil, you remember Cherry.

This is Cherry? He took a step forward and stuck out his hand. It’s been a while, eh, kid?

Sure has. Her fingers were sticky with pussy juice, and she hesitated. I was just thinking about you, actually.

He raised an eyebrow, and her cheeks got all hot. Cherry hoped to hell her dad wouldn’t notice.

Cherry, Daddy said. Don’t be rude. Shake the man’s hand.

Taking a deep breath, Cherry pressed her sweaty palm to Phil’s. When he tightened his grip, she did the same, feeling her slick juice gliding against his skin. It was so obvious.

Phil looked down at her hand, and then down again, until his gaze focused squarely between her legs.

He wanted her. It was sooo obvious.

Chapter Two

Cherry pulled her hand out of Phil’s grasp and hid it behind her back.

What’s wrong with you? her father scolded. Learn some manners.

Sorry. Cherry wiped off sweat and pussy juice on the butt of her skirt. There was a bee. It landed on my hand.

That’s true, Phil said. It did. I saw it.

Daddy explained to Phil, Cherry’s allergic to bee stings. If you ever see her without her epi-pen, you make sure she goes and gets it.

Daddy! Cherry whined. Why did he have to embarrass her like that, drawing attention to her stupid flaws? It’s no big deal.

Oh yeah? How about when you get stung and suddenly you can’t breathe? Will it be a big deal then?

This was so humiliating! Spinning around, Cherry stomped toward her cabin. I’m going to the lake.

Alone? her father called as she opened the door.

Yes, alone. I’m not eight years old anymore. I’m an adult and I’m perfectly capable of swimming without supervision.

As her foot crossed the threshold, she heard Phil say to Daddy, I can go with her, if you’re busy unpacking.

Her pussy throbbed as she undressed in her cabin. As soon as she realized she was hot for Phil, her stomach clenched with guilt. What about Brad? The guy who was supposed to be her boyfriend? What would he say if he found out she was perving over some old dude, some friend of Daddy’s? He’d freak out. He’d dump her for sure.

There were no mirrors in the cabin. Cherry gazed down at her naked body before putting on her swimsuit. She kept in shape for Brad. She wanted to please him. Brad liked her pussy bare, so she shaved it. Anything for him.

Her clit protruded, hot and wet and red, from between her pussy lips. It always took a while to calm down after she’d gotten herself off. What would Phil think if he saw her like this?

No—stop it! Cherry slapped her pussy, and it stung even more than she thought it would. Good. Hurt. You’re not supposed to think about anyone but Brad. She slapped herself again, hissing with the pain of it. Stupid pussy.

Digging through her luggage, she found a bikini: white, dotted with fat red cherries. She slipped it on. With her pussy all clean and bare, she didn’t have to worry about anybody looking there. Too bad her boobs weren’t bigger, though. She bent forward, trying to get more cleavage, but her bikini top wasn’t a push-up bra. Her boobs just sat against her chest like two little cones, pointing straight out. They were so boring.

What else did she need? Beach towel, sunblock, flip-flops, shades… oh, her epi-pen. Yeah, Daddy was right. She stuffed it in her tote bag and burst out of her cabin.

Mom stood by the car, fanning herself with the park guide. Oh god, she had a swimsuit on, too! Don’t you think that bathing suit’s a little skimpy?

Don’t you think yours is a little… not skimpy enough? What’s with the skirt thing?

Trust me, kiddo, nobody wants to see these thighs.

The third cabin opened, and Phil sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. His swim trunks were dark blue, and the towel tossed over his shoulders was red. It was a bath towel, not a beach towel, and that seemed weird, but it was only a momentary distraction from his bare chest. Had she really gotten so used to Brad’s lanky body that she’d forgotten what grown men looked like?

Hey, Cherry—cherries! Neat! Ready to hit the beach?

She must have looked guilty or looked at her mother or something, because Phil’s gaze shot in that direction. Mom tilted her head and gave him a suspicious smile.

Oh, Sylvie… Phil chuckled, but he sounded nervous. Hey, didn’t see ya there. You’re coming too?

Mom grinned without parting her lips. Anything to cope with these hot flashes. God! It’s like the devil’s frying pan.

Whose car are we taking? Phil asked.

Cherry laughed. Nobody’s. We’re walking. The lake’s only, like, ten minutes away.

Ten minutes? Phil seemed puzzled.

How can you be so fit and still complain about a ten-minute walk? Mom asked.

Obviously Cherry wasn’t the only one who’d noticed how buff the guy had become.

I use the treadmill at the gym, Phil said.

Ugh, I hate gyms, Mom said. Everyone’s so firm, with their hundred-dollar yoga pants and their toe-sneakers.

Yeah, gym bunnies are total posers. Cherry followed her mother and Phil onto the dirt road, feeling like the kid trying to join the adult conversation. I’d much rather be outside. I jog around the neighbourhood, sometimes in the ravine.

I don’t want you jogging there alone, Mom scolded. It’s dangerous. You never know who’s down there.

Suitably chastised, Cherry hung back. Why did her mother always have to embarrass her like that? Although, she was kind of glad Mom decided to tag along. Being half-naked with Phil, she probably needed a chaperone. She really didn’t want to be attracted to the guy. It wasn’t fair to Brad.

Stupid Brad…

By the time they got to the lake, Mom had sweat dripping down her face. Excuse me, you two. I need to hit the water.

Ugh. Cherry folded her arms under her boobs while her mother sprinted toward the lake. I hope they find a cure for menopause before I get like that.

Phil chuckled as she spread her towel out on the sand. It’s a part of life.

"Hot flashes? Night sweats? Personal dryness? Cherry plunked herself down on her towel, letting her toes play in the warm sand. No thanks."

Phil stood beside her, which was kind of awkward because her face was nearly aligned with his crotch. She tried to not stare. She looked at his ankles, instead. His legs were moderately hairy, but not in a bad way. His chest wasn’t very hairy at all, and Cherry couldn’t help wondering if he shaved it just like she shaved her pussy.

God! Why was she thinking this way? Why couldn’t she just pretend he was her uncle, or her father? Her stomach knotted as she tried to suppress her attraction.

Why don’t you sit here on my towel? Cherry heard herself asking. You can put on sunblock for me.

Oh, I… Phil’s face turned bright red, zero to crimson. I don’t think I… I’ll just get sand in it, then you’ll be itchy all day.

Cherry looked out over the water. She’d lost sight of her mother. You don’t want me to burn, do you?

He didn’t answer. That’s when she knew she had him in her snare. She felt ridiculously guilty as she handed him the sunblock, because she knew this was wrong, but she kind of didn’t care. And, somehow, feeling bad for tempting Phil made her feel good about herself. It didn’t make any sense, but that’s how she felt.

Phil’s body heat blazed against her back as he knelt behind her. Do you think you could…?

She glanced over her shoulder to catch him fumbling with the sunblock. Do I think I could…?

He chuckled, red-faced, like he was scared of her or something. Just lift your ponytail so I can get your back?

Oh. She giggled, even though she wasn’t usually that kind of girl. Yeah, sure.

Twisting her rope of sandy-brown hair around her hand, she held it in a fist on top of her head. She felt like a pin-up girl in this position: kneeling on a towel, the sun glinting off the golden beach, toasting her skin. Her nipples peaked as she stuck out her chest. There weren’t any boys her age around, not that she could see. Just families building sandcastles and playing in the water.

I forgot my raft.

Hmm? Phil still hadn’t worked up the courage to touch her. What did you forget?

My blow-up raft.

For a second there, I thought you were going to say blow-up doll. His slick palms landed firmly on her shoulders.

Eww! Yeah right, like I’d have one of those.

He must have forgotten he was afraid of her, because he rubbed the sunblock in pretty forcefully. I guess if you’re desperate enough…

What about you, Phil? Cherry tugged on her ponytail so hard it hurt. Are you desperate enough to fuck a blow-up doll?

Cripes, Cherry! It sounded like he was choking on her name. Next time warn me when you’re about to say something like that.

What? She shrugged, bouncing his hands against her shoulders. We’re all adults, here.

Adults have a little decorum when discussing their sex lives. His hands landed flat against her back, one on either side of her spine. They’re not crass about these matters.

Sure they are—well, some are. Maybe not you or my parents, but some people aren’t ashamed about being horny. Sex is totally natural. I hate it when people act like you’re evil or whatever just because you like screwing.

Phil’s hands slid down Cherry’s back, tracing creamy lotion almost all the way to her ass. He stopped when his fingers met her bikini bottoms, and turned his hands so his palms pressed into the small of her back.

Her clit pulsed like a second heartbeat. It was still hot and throbbing from masturbating on the tree stump, but now her pussy felt even warmer, even wetter. She spilled juice clear across the gusset of her cherry-patterned panties.

Did you do my whole back? she asked, breathless, wanting more.

He cleared his throat. No, not yet.

You can put your hands underneath the strings, she said, and then got a better idea. Or I could undo them.

Where’s your mother? he asked urgently, like a teacher surprising the class with a pop quiz.

Suddenly, Cherry felt panicked. I don’t know. Swimming.

Can you see her?

Yes. Not really. Should I undo my bikini strap?

Leave the top part done up. He must have meant the halter around her neck. Just untie the part around your back.

There was so much they’d left unsaid, so much Phil would probably never say, never admit. His reluctance made her punchy. Ever since she was fifteen years old, she liked making older men uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure why.

You undo it, she said.

His palms pressed harder against her back, until they started sliding around her sides. Her pussy pulsed as his fingers wove together, cradling the slight curve of her belly. He’d moved closer without quite touching his front to her back.

Was that his nipple? Maybe a wisp of chest hair? Something touched her. Could have been the strap of her bikini top, but she’d prefer to think it was part of Phil.

Maybe there was a part of Phil hard as steel, just for her. Maybe part of him was throbbing just like her clit was throbbing. Part of him was hot and ready, just drooling to get a crack at her juicy cunt.

Was he thinking about her cunt right now?

Oh yeah. For sure he was. How could he possibly think about anything else? Well, maybe her boobs.

Reaching back, Cherry pulled the cherry-patterned tie. Her top came loose at the bottom, hanging from the halter ties around her neck. He traced his hands up her belly, until his thumbs rested just beneath the base of her bikini top. The stretchy bathing suit fabric waved in the breeze, brushing her hard nipples just lightly enough to arouse a tempest in her belly.

Can you… She could barely breathe, but she needed to feel his hands on her breasts. Can you put sunblock on my chest?

Suddenly, his hands were gone. I don’t think so, Cherry.

Her clit throbbed so hard it felt like a dick. This must be what it felt like to have an erection.

They’d parked themselves right up against the brush, where weeds gave way to forest, so nobody could see. And even if they could, Cherry didn’t care.

Maybe I’ll sunbathe topless. She sat up, reaching for the halter ties.

No, please don’t.

Why? She worked her fingernails into the knot. There’s no law against it.

I’m not talking about laws, Phil stammered. I’m talking about… oh god…

Cherry let her bikini top fall into her lap, and watched Phil’s jaw drop. His pure unadulterated lust made her nipples tingle.

My little pink tits are getting so hot, Phil.

He looked desperately around the beach, taking her bikini top in his shaking hands. Put this back on before someone sees you.

No! She cupped her little breasts with both hands, flicking her pointed nipples with her thumbs. The way you looked at me when you shook my hand, it seemed like you’d want to see me without any clothes on.

Are you crazy? We’re in public. There are little kids playing in the sand.

They can’t see. I’m turned away.

He tried to tie her bikini top around her neck, but got flustered and let it slip from his hands. Damn it!

Aren’t you gonna rub me with lotion? The sun’s burning me.

I can’t, Cherry. He grabbed the sunblock, splattering the cool white stuff across her breasts. Here. You do it. I… I can’t…

Maybe he was afraid of touching her, but he certainly had no problem staring at her tits. His swim trunks tented as she rubbed the sunblock into her pale skin. What do you think of my freckles?

What? I… don’t know. What?

My freckles. She traced her fingers across her chest, up closer to her neck. I used to hate them when I was a kid, but I think they’ve faded since then. What do you think?

I don’t know. He looked back and forth across the beach, like a poor little bunny rabbit on high alert. Can we stop talking about this, please?

Why?

Cherry pressed her breasts together as she rubbed sunblock into her skin. Phil couldn’t take his eyes off her tits as she flicked them, and it made her feel like a witch, like she’d cast a spell on him.

What about my back? Sliding her legs under her, Cherry moved until her knees touched his. Leaning forward, she hooked her chin around his shoulder. Here, do my back.

Stop it. He jerked away, but she dug her chin into his back.

Pressing her slick tits against his chest, she said, You want me to burn? Do my back!

When he grabbed her arms, his hands were gritty with sand. Get off me. I mean it. What if your mother…?

Cherry! Phil!

Uh-oh. Cherry whipped her head around, sheepishly grabbing for her bikini top. Hi Mom. How’s the water?

Her mother’s lips pinched tight. She looked like she was about to explode. What do you think you’re doing?

Nothing, Mom!

Sylvie, it’s not what it looks like… Phil shot up so fast he tripped over Cherry’s towel, splashing sand across her sticky skin. Oh shit! Sorry about that.

When he bent to clumsily brush it from her thighs, Mom shouted, Get your hands off my daughter!

All hell broke loose. Cherry couldn’t keep track of what Phil and her mom were saying to each other. They talked over one another, madly trying to be heard.

Keep your hands off my daughter…

I swear I never touched her, not like that…

I know what I saw…

It was only sunblock…

Everybody shut up! Cherry stood in the sand, frantically tying her bikini strings. It wasn’t Phil’s fault.

Mom and Phil both turned to gaze at her, gobsmacked.

I took off my top. I tried to kiss him. He didn’t want me to, Mom. He told me to stop.

Phil didn’t say anything, just looked down at his sandy feet.

"Cherry, why? Why on earth would you go after a man who’s as old as your dad?"

I don’t know. That was the truth—she really had no idea. I’m sorry. Maybe I was just trying to get back at Brad for being such a dick, and Phil was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It won’t happen again.

Mom glanced quickly at Phil, and then looked back to Cherry. You promise? Never again?

I swear. Cross my heart. She pressed her palms together, pleading. Don’t tell Daddy…?

Yeah, Sylvie. Phil bowed his head. He had one leg crossed in front of the other to hide his huge boner. Hugh doesn’t need to know about this. The girl made a mistake, that’s all. You remember what it was like to be eighteen. Sometimes you do something that’s just plain… stupid.

Hey, I’m not stupid.

Mom let out a cackle. "Yeah, well… both of you keep your hands to yourselves and this’ll go no further. Capisce?"

You have my word, Sylvie. I will not lay a finger on your daughter.

Cherry bit the inside of her cheek. Yeah right…

Chapter Three

Fuck. The bathroom door was locked, and Cherry could hear her parents giggling. Gross, guys. Where am I supposed to pee?

Not that they could hear her. Not that she wanted them to. It was pretty awkward, sharing one bathroom with both her parents and the man she’d promised to keep her hands off. Phil’s cabin didn’t have a devoted bathroom, and neither did hers. Mom and Daddy’s was larger, and it had a washroom off the back with its own separate entrance, so Cherry and Phil didn’t have to go through the front door.

What a couple of old pervs, fucking in the shower when other people have to pee. Cherry stomped away from the cabin, toward the thick cover of the woods. She had on nothing but canvas sneakers and her robe because, hell, it was the middle of the night. Who was going to see her?

The nearest public washing station wasn’t too far away, but the forest was considerably closer. If she planned to work in a provincial park after university, she should probably get used to peeing in the woods.

Hiking up her pink satin robe, Cherry pressed her back against a tree. The bark dug into her skin as she shimmied so close to the forest floor her ass nearly touched the ground. Squatting, she opened her legs. Holding her robe up over her tits, she stared between her thighs as her shaved pussy lips opened to reveal the glistening pink in between.

She’d been wet all day. After that whole thing with Phil, all she could think about was his fat, throbbing cock. God, she wanted to touch it. Well, she wanted to see it first. Sure they’d made that promise to her mother, to keep their hands off each other, but Phil didn’t really think she meant it… did he?

Her pee seemed reluctant, even though she really had to go. Tapping her pussy, she said, Come on, stupid. I don’t have all night.

That slight bit of pressure did the trick. Her piss sparkled in the silvery moonlight, which gleamed through the treetops. Cherry had never really watched herself pee before. It was kind of fascinating, the way her water surged across the forest floor, hissing as it left her body. She almost wanted to reach out and stick her fingers in the flow.

Is there a problem with the bathroom?

Cherry’s chest clenched and her back locked against the tree. Her pussy clamped so tightly her urine stopped, even though she still had that itchy gotta-pee feeling in her pelvis.

Covering her naked pussy with her robe, she hissed, Oh my god, Phil! Were you watching me?

No, no. He didn’t move, at first. When he did step forward, all he had on were blue and white striped boxer shorts. I tried the bathroom door and it was locked, then I heard you.

Cherry covered her face with her hair. This is so embarrassing. You saw my pee!

Don’t be embarrassed. Hey, some guys like that sort of thing.

What, watching girls pee? Yeah right.

Really? He laughed. Sophisticated woman of the world, and you’ve never heard of watersports?

He probably wasn’t talking about Marco Polo, but Cherry didn’t want to look stupid, so she pretended she knew what he meant. Sure I do. My boyfriend Brad and I did that stuff all the time.

Oh yeah? Phil’s breath was so laboured she could hear every shallow inhale and desperate exhale. What did you do, exactly?

Oh god, he was gonna catch her in a lie. He… watched me pee?

Phil took another step forward. Now his face was obscured by shadows, but his chest shone in the moonlight. Just watched?

Yeah. Cherry swallowed hard. Why, what else could he do?

I don’t know. Another step forward. Phil’s sandals nearly met her sneakers, but at least she could see his face now, if she looked waaaay up. Some guys piss on girls.

They do? Cherry shouted.

Shhh! Keep your voice down.

Her belly flip-flopped. I mean, I knew that.

Well, I don’t know how many couples actually do that in real life. It’s one of those things you see in porn and wonder about. Certainly it’s something I’ve never done—but things I’ve never done could fill a phonebook.

Even if the idea of getting pissed on kind of squicked her, it really turned Cherry on to think she could give Phil a first. She’d have thought a guy his age would have done everything under the sun by now. Obviously, his wife wasn’t into anything kinky.

Opening her pink satin robe, Cherry asked, Do you want to pee on me, Phil?

His eyes opened wide when she showed him her naked body. What are you doing? Close that up before someone sees you.

Who’s gonna see me?

Your mother, for starters. We made her a promise, in case you’ve forgotten.

Mom said we had to keep our hands off each other. Pressing her back against the biting bark, Cherry pushed her knees open wider, giving Phil a better look at her naked pussy. Your pee’s not your hands.

Why was the idea of getting pissed on suddenly the world’s biggest turn-on? Three seconds ago she thought it was gross. Now she’d give up her laptop for a week just to feel his hot pee running down her skin.

Cherry, I’m here as your parents’ guest. I’m not about to spoil my friendship with your father by… doing what you’re asking me to do.

But you want it, she prodded. At least admit you’re kinda curious.

Phil turned around to make sure the coast was clear. Their site fell silent, except the crickets and the heavy sound of their breathing. Cherry’s breasts heaved, and when he turned to look at her again, that’s where his gaze landed.

In a whisper, he said, You have no idea what kind of dirty things I’d like to do to you right now. But you’re eighteen, Cherry. You’re my friend’s little girl. You grew up with my daughters! And, all that aside, I assured your mother I wouldn’t.

Cherry parted her pussy lips with her fingers. So?

"So?"

Yeah. She shrugged. Who cares about all that? If you want to pee on me, just do it.

His jaw dropped, but his gaze softened. She was getting to him. The simplest approach was always the most effective.

Where? she asked. Did you want to piss on my pussy? Or should I turn around so you can go on my ass? Is that what you want, Phil? A river of piss down my ass crack?

Never in a million years did Cherry imagine she’d be saying these words to anyone, let alone Phil.

No, don’t turn around.

Why? You don’t want to piss on my asshole?

He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How can you say stuff like that? When I was your age I don’t think I even knew what a blow job was.

Cherry laughed. Yeah right.

You think I’m joking? Go ask your dad.

Eww, Phil! She shivered. Don’t talk about Daddy at a time like this.

A time like what?

A time when you’re about to piss all over me.

He stood very still, and for a second she was sure he’d turn around and leave. And then he said, I really need to pee.

Yeah? Cherry spread her pussy lips wide. She still had to go a bit, but it wasn’t coming out. So what are you waiting for? Piss on me.

Phil didn’t even look at her as he pushed his boxers down to the ground. Looked like he was staring at something above her head, or maybe the sight of her just made him feel too guilty. He was betraying her parents by doing this. So was she, for that matter—she’d made a promise to her mother.

But that didn’t stop her from staring unapologetically at his dick.

Wow, he was pretty hefty in the cock department. Bigger than Brad? Her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) had a dick that looked pretty big, but maybe that’s because Brad was so scrawny. The only fair way to judge would be to get Phil’s cock in her cunt—and fat chance of that happening tonight. She was good, but she wasn’t that good.

Are you sure about this? Phil asked. I feel like such a letch, even thinking about it.

Shut up and piss on me, stupid.

I’m trying! I’m nervous.

She was nervous too, but she’d always been good at coming off cool. Just relax, okay? Will it help if I go first?

His gaze found hers, only for a moment, before falling to her bare breasts. I thought you went already.

I still have to go.

Okay, good. You start.

Easier said than done. Giving her weight to the tree, Cherry closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her pussy muscles gave up enough to let out a few drips. Those drips turned into a torrent of piss.

She opened her eyes just in time to see Phil’s stream strike between her tits. That wasn’t at all what she’d expected. She thought he was going to pee on her pussy. For some reason, that would have felt more normal than this.

His pee splashed against her skin, sending sparkling little droplets across her breasts. The stream coursed down her front like a waterfall, pooling slightly in her belly button before flowing between her legs.

When Phil’s piss landed between Cherry’s thighs, suddenly she knew why people liked this so much. Her clit was hot, but his pee was hotter. Her pussy was wet, but nothing compared to Phil’s piss.

As the last of Cherry’s stream dripped to the ground, she reached between her legs.

What are you doing? asked Phil.

I can’t help it. She touched herself while his piss flowed against her cunt. I have to.

Phil’s pee splashed against her thighs as she rubbed her clit in a frenzy. She knew she could get off fast. She was that turned-on, and had plenty of pent-up arousal from Phil’s earlier touch.

Cherry, stop it, he said as he pissed between her tits. You can’t do that out in the open.

"But you can do that? She tried to laugh, to make a point, but her body was too overtaken by stimulation. Anyway, we’re not out in the open. We’re in the woods in the middle of the night."

Not far enough in the woods. His stream dwindled, and he took a step closer so the last few drops landed like liquid diamonds against her nipples. This was such a dumb idea. If your parents opened the bathroom door right now…

Why would they? Cherry worked her clit like mad, panting, barely able to speak. They’ve got their own door… oh god… that leads into their… god, that’s good… into their cabin.

Her wet belly rippled as her thighs tensed. Tree bark dug into her back, carving an easy path through her satin robe. When her arched feet started to cramp, she flattened them against the forest floor.

Would you believe I’ve never seen a girl touch herself before? Phil’s dick hardened in his hand. Not in real life, I mean. In cam-girl porn, sure, but never live in person.

Cherry didn’t answer. Her ears were ringing. It was a wonder she could hear him at all. Her pussy throbbed, wet and pulpy, as she mashed it with her palm.

You’re not too dainty about touching yourself, are you?

What a weird question. Why, are you?

No. Phil wrapped his fingers around his stiff dick. His fist moved ever-so-slowly the length of his shaft. I just figured girls would be… you know…

What? Cherry scoured her clit with one hand, grasping her breast with the other. Holy fuck, I’m almost there.

I thought girls would take their time, sugar and spice. But you’re really going at it, Cherry. His fist moved a little faster. Actually, if I’m honest, I never thought girls did this at all, except if a guy was watching.

Ha! Cherry worked her pussy harder. Not just her clit. She smashed her flat hand against her shaved cunt, and not just because a guy was watching. Because, god, she wanted to come…

Phil gripped his cock so tight the tip swelled red. You’re all wet with my piss.

Yeah…

I’ve never done that before.

So you said. Cherry spanked her snatch, sending tendrils of electricity throughout her body. Have you ever jizzed on your wife’s tits?

This time it was Phil who laughed. Yeah right.

When she smacked her cunt, her thighs trembled. It was getting harder and harder to maintain this squatting position. Though the tree bore most of her weight, her ankles hurt and her calves were starting to clench.

Fuck! Her pussy clamped, and dirty words spilled from her mouth. I love playing with my pussy, Phil. I love masturbating my dirty little cunt in front of you.

Shhh! Your parents will hear.

I don’t give a fuck. She scoured her clit until it throbbed so raw and hard that her thighs snapped shut. Oh god, I’m coming so hard!

Keep quiet, he hissed. I mean it, Cherry. Shut your mouth.

I can’t. It’s too good… too…

Phil’s hand landed hard against her lips, cupping her mouth closed. She could smell him now: sweat and musk, dirty and clean. But his other hand still throttled his cock, moving faster the closer he came to her naked skin.

Come. She spoke into his massive palm. Come on my tits.

Her fingers moved against her swollen clit. She couldn’t stop, even though she’d had too much already. Even the slightest motion made her jump. When Phil came, would he feel as good as she felt now? Did orgasms get better or worse with age?

The muscles in Phil’s arms tightened. Same with his chest. He threw his head back and said, I can’t believe this.

White cream blasted from his cock, landing hot on Cherry’s neck. My tits, Phil! Aim lower!

He probably couldn’t understand her, with his hand cupped over her mouth. Another shot splattered her neck before the first one had even started rolling down her chest. By the time the third spurt found her skin, the first two had added to the slick coat of sweat and piss on her small breasts.

Phil rocked forward, letting go of her mouth just in time to catch himself against the tree. His other hand was still wrapped around his dick. He wasn’t letting go.

Warm jizz slid down Cherry’s tits, turning her pink nipples white. He might as well have fucked her. She could feel him everywhere, all over her skin. His piss was still wet on her thighs, still pooled in her belly button. His cum traced gooey paths down her chest. The smell of him on her… god, she was like a dumping ground for human aromas.

Hey Phil. She touched her fingertips to his thigh, and felt giddy about laying a hand on him. Let’s go swimming!

He chuckled quietly and said, Cherry, it’s after midnight.

So what? Are you afraid of sea monsters? We’ll take a raft.

No, Cherry. He looked down when she looked up. It’s time for bed.

Please? Her voice got all whiny and high, but that usually worked with Daddy. Pretty-pretty please-please?

Cherry, no. Sometimes what we want doesn’t matter. Sometimes the answer is just no.

"But I’m all covered in piss and cum. Your piss and cum, in case you’ve forgotten."

In that case, I guess you’ll have to take a shower.

Pushing himself away from the tree, he found his boxer shorts and shook off the pine needles.

Why are you being such a dick? Just come to the lake with me. No one will see us.

He looked defeated, like he wouldn’t let himself have what he really desired. That sad expression calmed the rage of rejection swelling in Cherry’s cum-soaked breast. Maybe she’d insisted on enough for one day. It was a big accomplishment, getting him to piss all over her, jerk off in front of her, and come on her skin.

Tomorrow she’d make him do more.

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