by Megan Flint
Cy directed them further up the inlet, where there seemed to be less activity, and followed the shore. They spotted a deer grazing among the trees in a primordially undisturbed landscape. Trixie was in awe of their surroundings. After two hours of paddling, Cy steered them back into the inlet and towards a small island where he suggest they tie up. There was no dock, merely a pebble beach and some jutting rocks. He pulled the kayak out of the water while she was still inside and helped her out as if she were royalty descending a gang plank.
“I have a confession to make,” he said.
“Oh, what that?” Trixie asked, curious to know where this was going.
“I’ve actually been to this island before. It was sort of my destination today.”
“Didn’t you say something about wanting to explore this inlet?”
“Well, I haven’t been back here for a long time, so it is kind of an exploration. It was a long time ago when I was still a teenager.”
“So is this the same island?”
“Yeah, this is the place. It was more than ten years ago. My parents and I were visiting their friends who have a house along the inlet. They had kids who grew up here and went boating all the time. Playing on the water was second nature. There was a whole mess of them. They took me out to this island one night and we built a bonfire.”
“Sounds like a fond memory,” Trixie said as she began taking off her life jacket.
“You could say that. I was there with a bunch of older kids, so it was very exciting, but there’s more to it than that."
"I'm intrigued."
"One of the older boys brought a date along. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Freckles that wouldn’t quit. She pulled him away into the shadows after the fire got started. You cannot know how much I envied that guy.”
“Raging hormones and all. I can imagine.”
“At any rate, they were gone for a while. I ended up walking off by myself to take a leak and then spotted them on my way back. They hadn’t actually gone that far, maybe fifty feet away from the fire.”
“You little pervert,” Trixie teased, as she began taking off Cy’s life jacket for him.
“It wasn’t like that! At least not at first. But yes, I did end up watching them.”
“So did young Cyril have his hands full at the time?” Trixie asked, thinking she could tell where this story was going.
Cy reddened and looked away, staring off into the trees.
“He might have.”
Trixie tossed his floating vest in the kayak.
“Let me guess. You came when she did?”
Cy’s eyes went wide. “Aren’t you supposed to ask permission before reading somebody's mind?”
“Trust me, reading your mind was unnecessary for this part of the story. So this freckled-faced girl, she wouldn’t happen to be a ginger would she?”
Trixie already knew the answer. Cy was stunned by the insight.
“How did you know? Were you guessing?”
“No, but would it matter if it was? I like knowing what you want, especially when it’s me. If you ever see that girl again, pass along my thanks.”
Trixie reached down into Cy’s shorts and grabbed his member, only to find him in a stiffened curve. That’s was something else she liked. Cy was always ready for her before she laid hands on him. She pushed down his shorts and began to lightly stroke his prick.
“Is this how you handled yourself while watching them?”
Trixie gripped him harder moving the skin around his erection with her hand as she jerked him.
“Or was it more aggressive, like this?”
Cy hardened with her assertive approach, the head of his cock filling with blood. She bent over to suck on him briefly before standing up again.
“Now the real question is... what were they doing?”
Trixie understood now. This was all an adolescent fantasy finally being realized for him, but with her help. She was more than happy to portray the freckle-faced vixen.
“Not here. Up there,” he said, gesturing with his head.
Cy tucked himself back into his shorts, took her by the hand, and guided them off the pebble beach. The island was small, so they weren’t going far. Cy held aside bushes for Trixie as they climbed the rocky embankment. They reached a broad clearing in moments. There was a well-used fire pit surrounded by rocks in the center. A popular spot for teenagers no doubt. That’s what Cy was now, a teenager, running through a scenario that he had been playing out in his mind for years.
He brought them to a spot maybe fifty feet away from the fire pit, fell to his knees in front of Trixie, and sat back on his heels. She was prepared to do whatever he wanted. Cy wasn’t speaking, but that didn’t matter in a moment after a moment. He pushed Trixie’s shirt up and kissed her belly, exactly as she imagined him doing earlier.
“Now you’re reading my mind,” she said to him. “What can I do for you?”
“Be yourself for me.”
That surprised her. She had expected that Cy wanted to enact precisely what he witnessed that day. Trixie suspected this was merely his way of saying that he was more interested in her than his fantasy, or maybe he was bashful about asking for what he really wanted. If that was the case, Trixie would have none of it. Cy had brought her here on purpose. She was piqued by the memory privately playing out in his thoughts.
“You’re not getting off that easily. Tell me, what did that ginger-haired tart do that got you so riled up?”
“Well, it wasn’t what she did, so much as how she did it.”
“And how was that?”
“Hungrily.”
Cy really did want her to be herself, just in the same place where that older boy had been. He wanted to switch places with him across time and brought Trixie here hoping that would happen. Hungry she could do, easily. Trixie pulled off her shirt, dropped it on the ground, and fixed a come-hither stare at Cy. She unfastened the front eyelet of her bra and threw it off to one side as well. She didn’t care where it landed, so long as her focus never strayed from his brown eyes.
Trixie was channeling herself at that age, eager for experience, wanting the quiet boy in school to fill a chasm of desire that she only barely understood, She made her desire for boys so obvious that they couldn’t plead ignorance. Trixie never left any room for misinterpretation when it came to her lust. She had figured out at an early age not to take shyness in boys as rejection and instead worked actively to overcome it. They were never shy for long.
Trixie leaned forward and slowly pushed her shorts and panties down, locking eyes with Cy the whole time until she stood back up again. She stepped out of them nonchalantly, and stood before him, her mound near his face.
“Drink me,” she said.
Trixie ran her fingers through his hair. “I want your tongue inside me.”
Cy slung one of her legs over his shoulder and angled his head upwards, flicking her lips apart. She held the back of his neck for stability and squeezed his shoulder every time he did something that felt good, which meant she was squeezing his shoulder pretty much constantly. Her vision clouded and both eyes rolled back.
“For such a young boy, you sure know how to eat out a woman,” she said breathlessly.
“Practice,” Cy said, stopping only for a moment before spreading her pussy further apart with his mouth. He slipped a finger up her slit, and then a second, followed by a third. Trixie moaned at the tightness of their fit, but took them all until they disappeared inside her completely.
Trixie had been aroused long before they reached the island, so the blossom of warmth in her belly spread quickly. Cy increased the speed of his fingers with one hand, while reaching up to grab one of her breasts with his other. He pinched a nipple, lightly at first and then harder. She held his hand with her own, but then brought it up to her mouth to suck two of his fingers. A wave of dew burst forth from between her legs and trickled down his forearm. Trixie knew it was only a fraction of what she was capable, but no
w it was all about timing. Fingers were no replacement for what she really wanted.
She dismounted off his hand and Cy stood up only briefly enough to remove his shorts and boxers, which could no longer conceal his excitement. He lowered himself to the ground and pulled Trixie down as well.
“You’ll get dirt all over your ass,” Trixie said.
“I don’t care,” he said. “I want you on top of me.”
Rather than simply plunging herself around him, Trixie bent over his lap and caressed his cock with her tongue first, circling the mushroomed head. Cy was still very well manicured and so she made a point of playing with each one of his sacks while also stroking his organ. He throbbed in her grip, the veins pulsing against her fingers.
Trixie straddled his torso and reached behind her ass to grab his shaft. She teased the tip around her cunt, enveloping the head only for a moment, before driving back against Cy’s crotch and filled herself with his steel prick.
Cy grabbed her legs and spread them further apart on the forest floor until her clit rubbed more closely against his belly. Trixie helped the friction along, grinding her loins against his stomach muscles. Cy grabbed her ass and increased the force of Trixie’s circling hips. She found his rhythm and matched it, grinding her node to fullness. She couldn’t hold back after that. Trixie felt the electricity arc through her cavern and explode. She moaned as every part of her body from the waist down went numb. She was still in possession of her senses. Not the big release, but close.
“You do that too easily,” Trixie mused with her eyes closed.
“Maybe you’re just that generous.”
“Generous?” she said, opening her eyes lazily. “I’m the one having all the orgasms. If anyone is generous here, it’s you.”
“Maybe I’m just saving myself for another position,” he said deviously.
“Which one?”
“Turn around,” he told her authoritatively.
Trixie’s eyes flared at the commandment. She didn’t realize it until now, but she liked being told what to do by Cy. She liked that he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. If a contest were being mentally waged between Cy and Erik, that would be a huge point in his favor.
3. Once Upon a Fling
Trixie slowly lifted herself up off Cy's cock, relishing his length. She turned around into a reverse cowgirl position and arched her back to more prominently display her pussy. Trixie looked back down at him over a shoulder.
“Is this what you meant?”
“You know it is.”
Cy’s member glistened with Trixie's nectar as he guided himself up her ample mound. She took over after that, swiveling her hips in a counter-clockwise direction for a better show. He propped himself up on both elbows to get a better look. Men loved to watch themselves being milked for release. The position was hard to maintain for Trixie, especially right after releasing, but she found her second wind and kept going.
“Don’t take this wrong way, but you have the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen Trixie. You could hypnotize me with your snatch.”
“What makes you think you’re not hypnotized right now?” she threw back at him as beads of sweat ran down her flank.
“If I am, then you must be making me do this.”
Cy reached forward, cupped an ass cheek in each hand to spread them apart, and thumb-stroked both sides of her labia as they slapped around his length.
Holy mother of balls that feels good, Trixie thought, unable to think straight for a moment. I hypnotized the right fucking masseuse.
Cy sat up again and brought Trixie's back against his chest. He swung his legs around under him and placed her in his lap, still facing away. She shifted to crouch on the balls of her feet. Cy grabbed Trixie’s waist and together they bounced her up and down on his stabbing erection.
He was long, made all the more obvious in this position as Cy collided against the back of her sheathe. The repeated sting was enough to encourage a slow building explosion. The pain was incidental compared to the shocks of pleasure that discharged up her depths, beckoning Trixie to release again. Each thrust pushed her that much closer to spilling over. She was teetering on the edge of her biggest release. It could go either way at this point, that is... until Cy clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered.
Trixie’s eyes went wide as every muscle in her cunt quivered. Unable to moan out loud, the momentum of her orgasm had to go somewhere. Cy’s timing had been unintentionally perfect. How dare he steal her voice, she thought, and yet, how amazing at the same time! Her nethers swelled and gushed thick pulsing waves of honey, instantly coating his shank and both sacks.
There was no stopping now. She continued spurting watery streams as Cy muffled her screams, bursting out around his prick. Cy strengthened his grip, which only intensified her release. The backlash was too much and didn't stop coming for Trixie. She felt light headed. The world lurched and momentarily slipped away. She was gone.
Trixie regained herself, pounding up and down on his cock, an automated slave to her own self-serving desires. She barely noticed that her legs were on fire, still straddling Cy while holding herself in a squatting position the whole time. When the pain finally caught up to her brain, she slumped against his chest. Cy released his hand from her mouth and Trixie slid down his knees onto the ground until she was staring up at him past his saluting erection. She was utterly spent.
Cy was looking off towards the pebble beach where their kayak was tied up. He was still distracted! Did he even know what had just happened?
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I think we may want to get dressed,” he suggested. “I hear voices.”
“I don’t know whether to slap you or kiss you,” she answered.
He looked down at her and smiled fiendishly.
“What, did you come?”
She slapped him weakly. He laughed.
“I deserve that.”
“Not for the reason you think. That’s for not coming with me,” she pouted.
Trixie put her clothes back on and Cy did the same, except for his shirt, which he used to quickly wipe himself down before pulling on his shorts. As they approached the beach, they came upon three teenage boys and as many girls waiting with a cooler unloaded from their canoe. They weren’t surprised to see them in the least, but the eyes of each boy widened to the size of milk saucers when Trixie emerged out of the forest. Cy followed close behind, bare-chested, prompting the teenage girls to grin and titter among each other.
“It’s all yours,” Cy told the group, “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting long.”
“No sweat dude. You didn't have to rush on our account,” the tallest boy said, more than a little cheekily.
As they walked by the group to their kayak, one of the girls raised a hand in the air to Trixie.
“Nicely done girlfriend.”
She returned the high-five and leaned in closer. “You should see his ass.”
The girl closed her eyes and nodded sagely. “Oh don’t worry, we did.”
Cy and Trixie paddled away, barely able to contain their own snickering, and abandoned their island to the sextet of teenagers. Clearly it was still a place where kids went to get away from their parents. Some things never change, Cy mused. Trixie put her paddle down for a moment and turned around to face him. He had a smug look on his face. Cy's role-reversal fantasy had been recreated almost verbatim, right down to being ogled.
“You can do all the paddling for a while Mister Monk. One of us is clearly more tired than the other here,” she said, shooting a mocking scowl of condemnation at Cy.
“I would have finished,” he pleaded. “It’s not like I planned to be interrupted.”
“Oh I think there was a good deal more planned here than I realized. How long have you been keeping that memory in the forefront of your mind?” she asked.
“Pretty much since the day we met. It's like you were the older version of
that girl from so long ago, but all grown up and womanly.”
Trixie reached between the kayak cockpits with a foot and pressed her toes against his abdominal muscles.
“I’m glad I could be there for you, heartthrob.”
Cy rolled his eyes. “Those boys got an eye full of you as well, in both directions.”
Trixie shrugged. “There’s no harm in looking.”
“I still can’t believe you figured out where my kink for redheads started. I haven’t told anybody that story. I feel naked in front of you sometimes.”
“That’s an appealing image,” she said, smiling lasciviously.
Trixie was defaulting to flirtation again, while Cy was trying to express a meaningful emotion. She cautioned herself to be careful about that. She didn’t want to turn everything into sexual innuendo.
“I’m starting to realize that you’re very good at ferreting out my secrets Ms. Harridan. How about sharing one of your own?”
Trixie was still sitting on a really big secret. An almost seven foot tall secret to be precise. The right moment to bring up Erik simply hadn’t presented itself yet. Perhaps now was the time. Trixie was loathe to interrupt their weekend with any news that might spoil their mood. She loved the way Cy looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Telling him about Erik stood a good chance of snuffing out that spark, but he deserved to at least know they weren’t exclusive. Option two was looking more appealing.
“A secret? But I have so many Mister Foley,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes, “Where should I start?”
Cy looked off the way he did, flitting through his private thoughts, and then came back with a considered response.
“Okay. Here’s one for you. I know you’ve dealt with a lot of uptight guys, and that most of them were cast aside when you decided they either couldn’t handle your appetite, or your orgasms, or both. I get it. Now let’s assume I can handle anything you can dish out. It’s a bold statement, I know, but run with me for a second. That still leaves a lot of men out there eager to prove their worth. Do you still have time for them?”
