Lake Chuggabiggaone
My family used to go up to the lake every summer. Some of my best times as a young girl were spent up there. We had a cabin up there. It wasn’t much. Heck, it was little more than a shack, but it was right there on the lake and Molly and me, we’d go swimming every single day.
The family doesn’t go up there much anymore. Times got tough, and pa had to sell the cabin, and we tried going back a couple of times, but campgrounds just weren’t our style and it just wasn’t the same, so we never went back again, and I thought it was a part of my life that was closed forever.
That shows just how wrong I was.
When I finally went back to Lake Chuggabiggaone, it was just Molly and me. Ma, she’d gone all crazy like, and pa, he wasn’t spending much time at home anymore. I think Molly and me both knew why, but Molly never wanted to admit it, and me, I wasn’t about to force the issue.
Me, I’d moved off the farm and I’d moved into town. I suppose ma and pa always kind of expected that. I really never was cut out for farm life like Molly was. Still, they hated to see me go, and in a way, I hated to go, too, but I knew it was for my own good, but the thing I hated most was leaving Molly there all by herself. I hoped she’d find a boy she could settle down with but I was afraid she wouldn’t.
So one day, I get this call from Molly and she’s all excited, and she says, “Geri, guess what. You’re never going to guess what happened.”
“What happened,” I asked.
“Just guess,” Molly said.
I’ll admit it. I was just a little bit tired. I’d been out all night, and I wanted to go to sleep. “You already told me I wasn’t going to be able to guess it,” I said with a yawn, “so why do I have to guess?”
“Because I want you to.”
“Molly!”
“Just guess.”
“You, um, you won the lottery.”
“Nope. Guess again.”
“Molly!”
“Guess again.”
“Come on, Molly. I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”
“Just guess again.”
I shook my head which was stupid because Molly wasn’t there to see it. “You, um, you got a new car.”
Molly snorted at that. “Yeah, right. Be serious.”
“You told me to guess.”
“I know. Okay, guess again.”
“Molly!”
“Just one more time.”
“You, um, you met a boy.”
“How’d you know?”
“How’d I know what?”
“How’d you know I met a boy? Did mom and dad call you already?”
“Nobody called me. You asked me to guess so I guessed. So what’s his name?”
“What’s whose name?”
Yep. I hate to admit it, but sometimes my sister can be like that. “The boy,” I said. “What’s his name?”
“Oh him. His name is Carl, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you.”
“What did you want to tell me?”
“Carl’s taking me on a trip and he said you can come, too.”
“Molly. Why would I want to go on a trip with you and your boyfriend?”
“Huh?”
“Why would I want to go on a trip with you and your boyfriend?”
“Oh. Because he’s taking us to the lake.”
“What lake?”
“The one where we used to go when we were kids. You know. Lake Chuggabiggaone. I told him all about it, and he said he’d take us. Isn’t that cool?”
Cool wasn’t exactly the word I would have used for it.
“You are going to come, aren’t you,” Molly asked.
“Why do you want me there,” I asked. “Wouldn’t you rather be there with just your boyfriend? I mean, hey, it kind of seems like I’d just be in the way.”
“No, you won’t,” Molly said. “I told him all about how we used to go there when we were kids and he said he wanted you to come. You just gotta do it. Please say you’ll come.”
I’m not sure what it was but there was something in her voice. It was almost a pleading and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was another reason Molly wanted me there. Molly wasn’t nearly as experienced as me and I couldn’t help wondering if maybe she needed me there for advice or girl talk or soemthing.
“Come on,” Molly said. “It won’t be any fun if you’re not there.”
Great, I thought. My sister wanted a chaperone and she’d picked me to do the job.
“Come on,” she said again. “I want you to go.”
And that was exactly how it happened. Before I knew it, I was being roped into going on this trip with my sister and her boyfriend and I absolutely hated it.
Actually, to tell the truth, Carl wasn’t a bad guy. He was kind of a quiet guy which made him a lot like Molly so I could see what she liked in him almost from the beginning. He was a tall guy with red hair. He wasn’t real muscular. Wiry, I suppose, is what they’d call someone like him, but he had a nice face, and to tell the truth, I kind of liked him right from the get go.
Of course, having said that, I need to make sure you understand. He was a nice guy, but he wasn’t really my kind of guy, and besides, I was the third wheel, remember. It wasn’t really all that important if I liked him.
I suppose I should say a little something about where the lake gets its name from. Round about these parts, there used to be a band of Indians called the Chuggas. Legend has it that the Chuggas were a matriarchal society and that while they were a peaceful tribe, they were never overrun by any of the other neighboring and more aggressive tribes but that somewhere along the way, the tribe just seemed to fade out of existence and no one really seems to know where they went.
As the legends go, the lake was a sacred place to the tribe and so it was named in their honor. In fact, as you drive up to the lake, you can even see a sign with a Chugga woman holding something in her hand. I always wondered what that something was.
It was a long drive up to the lake and by the time we got there, night had already fallen so Carl drove the three of us right to the cabin and in no time at all, we were asleep.
It was the middle of the night and I heard someone calling my name or at least, that’s what I thought I heard, but when I listened, I heard nothing but crickets. Great, I thought. Long drive up here and now I couldn’t sleep. This was just great. I laid back down to go back to sleep.
I was almost asleep, too, when I heard it again, or maybe I didn’t. Even to this day, I’m still not sure. All I know was someone was calling out to me.
I thought it might be Molly but I knew she was asleep because I could hear her breathing in the bed next to me and I was pretty sure it wasn’t the boyfriend because I was pretty sure it was a woman’s voice.
I still wasn’t going to answer it though. I mean hey, like I said, we’d driven all day and I was tired.
And yet, even as I settled myself back down, I was sure I could hear it again.
Suddenly, I was in a cave. It was a big cave and the cave was dark but it was lit by torches and while I couldn’t see them all that well, I knew there were women all around me, women watching me in the flickering torch light.
“So you’ve come to us at last.”
The woman who spoke was standing in front of me. Why I hadn’t seen her before, I do not know, but she was a beautiful woman with bronzed skin and black hair and she was just as naked as I was. “I don’t understand,” I said.
“I said you’ve come to us at last.”
“Do you mean to say you were expecting me?”
“Of course.”
“But I don’t know you.”
“That’s not important. What is important is that we know you.”
I’m not sure why I was talking to what was obviously some kind of hallucination but not talking would have seemed wrong. “I think you have me confused with someone else.”
“We are not confused.”
“Yeah right,” I said.
“We are not confused,” the apparition said.
I found myself staring into her eyes and I found myself unable to look away. Her eyes held mine and I had to look back.
“We are not confused,” she said again.
“Okay,” I answered back. “You aren’t confused.”
“We are not confused.”
I was about to say all right, that I got it, that she wasn’t confused, but that was when I felt it. It was hands on my legs. Women’s hands. Women’s hands that were stroking my legs. I tried to look down but I couldn’t.
“We are not confused,” the woman in front of me said, “and soon, you won’t be confused either.”
Those hands had started at my feet but they were moving up. Over the calves and over the knees and then they were on my thighs and they were moving higher still and still, I could do nothing but look straight ahead.
Those hands were on my ass and then they were sliding between my legs. I shouldn’t like this, I told myself, and yet, I knew I did.
I knew what those hands wanted. They wanted me to spread my legs and I told myself that I wasn’t going to do it, that I wasn’t going to give into them, but in no time at all, my legs were spread and I felt a tongue pressing in between my legs, and all the while, I could do nothing more than look straight ahead.
In spite of myself, my treacherous, little pussy was surrendering to that tongue. I tried to stop myself, but I could not. My pussy got wetter and hotter and I couldn’t help but moan.
“We are not confused.”
I couldn’t help it. I was going to cum. I wanted to tell the woman, “Fine.” I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t confused but I couldn’t even do that.
“We are not confused.”
I couldn’t help it. I came. I came hard.
“We are not confused, sister, and soon, you won’t be either.”
I was back in my bed and everything was the way it had been before, except ...
I let a hand slide down inside my panties. Yep. Just as I thought. I was wet. I was very, very wet, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.
The memories of the previous night’s activities seemed to fade with the morning’s light. It’s true what they say. You can’t really go back again. The things that Molly and me did as kids, they just didn’t work for us as adults, but there were other things we could do.
Like we could go shopping.
To his credit, Carl didn’t object to much when Molly and me said that was what we wanted to do so in no time at all, the three of us were in a little lakeside village, going through the shops that catered to tourists like us.
There was this one shop. I wasn’t sure what it was about it, but almost from the moment I saw it, I knew I had to go in. “Real Chugga artifacts,” the sign outside proclaimed. Yeah right, I thought. Probably made in China, but still, I had to go in.
There was an old woman inside, and like I thought, most of the stuff, looked like it was knock-off stuff, but the old woman, she seemed to take an instant interest in me. “Aw, my dear,” the woman said. “What can I interest you in?”
“I’m just looking,” I told her.
“Nonsense,” the old woman said. “A lovely lady such as yourself, you must want something, something authentic perhaps.”
“That would be nice,” I told her with a smile even as I looked expansively around her shop, “but all of this stuff looks to be, well, I hope you don’t mind my saying it, but it looks like knock-offs.”
“Of course, my dear, but then that is the trick, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“To find the authentic from amongst all the rest.”
Suddenly, I got this feeling like I was suddenly being tested.
“Go ahead, my dear. Make your selection.”
I looked around the shop and I couldn’t help but feel that there was something here, something that was authentic but there was so much crap. Still, I couldn’t help getting past the fact that there was something here.
I’d almost looked over the entire store before I found it. It really was little more than a stick but there was something about it, something that seemed right. “How much is this,” I asked.
The old woman’s eyes twinkled as she looked at me. “For a customer like you,” she said, “it’s on the house.”
Molly thought my stick was stupid and I could tell Carl didn’t think much of it either but I didn’t really care what they thought. There was something about it that I knew I liked.
By the time we got back to the cabin, we’d decided that the three of us were going to go swimming in the lake and then Molly and me were going to get some sun and somewhere along the way, my trinket from town got set aside.
It wasn’t until much later when I picked it up again. The three of us had decided that we were going to go out for dinner and not surprisingly, Molly was running late again and just to kill the time, I started to look it over.
There were markings on it, I realized, and the more I held it, the more I was sure, it was supposed to be held a certain way. Carl was watching me play with the stick and he grinned as he watched me. “You got that thing figured out yet.”
I hardly paid him any attention because I really did think I was figuring it out.
Carl looked at his watch. “We really should be going,” he said.
As if I was the one who was delaying us. It did little good to tell me and besides, now that I was working with the artifact, I was ready to try something out.
I pointed the stick thing at Carl’s crotch.
“Hey,” the man said. “Hey. What are you doing?”
I knew exactly what I was doing. I was getting Carl’s cock hard.
“Hey,” the man groaned. “Hey.”
I wasn’t sure what was coming over me but I knew what I wanted to see. “I want to see your cock,” I told the man.
“But I ... but your sister—”
“You let me take care of her.”
“But I ... but I—”
“I think you better get your cock out while you still can.”
For a moment, the man seemed to be about to say something else but he seemed to change his mind at the last moment and then he was opening his pants and he was taking down his slacks and his underwear.
I couldn’t believe it but Carl was totally hung. “Why don’t you play with that for me.”
Once again, for a moment, it seemed as if Carl was going to say something else but instead, he did just what I told him to do and it made me hot just watching him stroke his hand up and down on his cock.
“I’m read—What the hell are you doing!?”
That, of course, was Molly. “You keep doing what you’re doing,” I told Carl, and Carl did exactly what I told him to do.
“Geri, what are you doing?”
I pointed my stick thingy at Molly and I watched Molly’s face go blank. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before,” I asked.
Molly shook her head.
“I think it’s time you learned how, don’t you?”
Molly nodded and that’s when I knew. I mean, Molly’s my sister and all, but she’s not nearly as adventuresome as me, and if she said she wanted to suck cock, then that meant she had to be under my control.
“Get down on your knees.”
Molly got down on her knees.
Okay, I’ll admit it. Molly had gone all out to make herself look nice for her boyfriend. I could tell that. I mean, it’s not like she’s not normally a good looking kid, but this time, she’d tried to make herself look super cute, and here I was, I was going to mess it all up, and yeah, I felt kind of bad about it ... for about a second or two.
I looked over at where Carl was still playing with his cock. “I think you can stop that now,” I told him. “I’ve got something better for you to do.”
The man just stopped and waited. Sheesh, was I going to have to tell them everything they needed to do? On the other hand, was that such a bad thing?
I looked at Carl and pointed my Chugga stick thingy at him. “I want you to fuck her face.”
Remember how I told you Molly’d gotten herself all made up?
Well, Molly hardly ever wears lip stick. To tell the truth, she really doesn’t need it, but that night, she was, and that night, her lips were a bright red, and to tell you the truth, I can’t tell you just how hot it made me to see that big, fat cock slide in between those bright, red lips.
For someone who’d never sucked a cock before, Molly seemed to know what she was doing and she seemed to be enjoying it as well. I didn’t have to ask Carl if he was enjoying it. From the way he was grunting, that much was obvious.
I knelt down beside my sister and I kicked myself for not having Molly take her dress off first. It would have been fun, I thought, to see her there in her bra and panties as she sucked away on that cock. Still, that wasn’t why I was down there.
I knelt down next to my sister and I ran my hands through her hair. “You like sucking cock,” I told her. “You like sucking it a lot.”
She didn’t say anything but then I hadn’t expected her to. After all, it’s kind of hard to say anything with a mouth full of cock. Still, instinctively, I knew that her mind accepted whatever it was that I had to say.
To this day, I can’t tell you if my thoughts that night were entirely my own or if I was being guided by some other force but I do remember thinking that Molly needed to loosen up more and I definitely remember whispering in my sister’s ear.
“You like sucking cock,” I whispered. “You always have and you always will, and the more you do it, the more you like it.”
I remember hearing Molly moan as she sucked that cock but I wasn’t done.
“He’s going to cum,” I told her. “He’s going to cum in your mouth and you’re going to like it. You’re going to like it. You like to swallow men’s cum and the more you do it, the more you like it.”
Molly didn’t say anything but then she didn’t have to. I knew she’d heard me and I knew she knew she knew what I said was true.
I looked up at Carl and I stood up. There was no need to whisper anything in his ear. I just stood and told him what he needed to know. “You’re going to cum,” I told him. “I want you to do it and I want you to know when you do that my sister gives the best head.”
Carl nodded.
“I want you to do it,” I told him. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my sister’s mouth.”
The man groaned and in the next instant, I knew he was doing exactly what I’d told him to do.
I’d looked back at Molly just in time to see it happen. I still liked the sight of his cock disappearing in between her little, red lips but when Carl started to cum, I saw Molly’s eyes widen and just from the way she looked, I knew she liked it.
I suppose I could have let it end there and there was a part of me that said I should but I couldn’t help feeling just a little left out. Watching the two of them had left me feeling more than a little bit horny and I knew what I wanted.
Carl’s cock had slipped from Molly’s mouth and I could see him softening up just a bit and I knew that wasn’t going to do. “You keep that hard,” I told him. “Keep it hard because before the night is done, you’re going to fuck the both of us.”
I have to tell you, I really loved the way Carl’s cock got just as big as it ever had been and considering what I’d just seen my sister do, well let me tell you, I was pretty damned horny and as far as I was concerned, we weren’t going out for dinner anymore. As far as I was concerned, we were definitely eating in.
I couldn’t wait to get out of my clothes and almost as quickly, I was on my hands and knees. I knew Carl was eying me from behind but I made sure I wasn’t watching him. I didn’t want to know when it was coming. I wanted him to surprise me.
And surprise me, he did!
I mean, I probably shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, really, I shouldn’t have. I knew how big his cock was. I’d seen Molly trying her best to take as much of it as she could, but seeing her do that and having me take it were two entirely different things and I couldn’t help but moan as he made me take his cock.
Made me maybe wasn’t exactly the right words for it because it makes it sound like I didn’t want it, and believe you me, I most certainly did want it.
He was taking it slow with me which most definitely was a good thing. After all, I needed time to adjust to the feel of him inside me, but I was definitely getting there, but that was when I looked up and saw Molly standing there.
She was holding the Chugga artifact but I wasn’t concerned. I didn’t think she knew how to use it and even if she did, so what.
She was saying something and she was pointing the thing at me but the weird thing was even though she was speaking, it was like I couldn’t hear the words.
But then I didn’t really have time to pay attention to what Molly was doing. After all, what Carl was doing between my legs, now that was what really had me interested and I couldn’t help but moan yet again.
I was going to cum. I knew that. I was going to cum I was going to cum hard. It was just a matter of time.
I could feel Carl’s hands on my ass and I couldn’t help but moan. I needed to cum and I needed it bad.
I was getting desperate. I still had no idea what Molly had done to me or heck, if she’d even done anything at all but all I knew was I needed to cum and the longer I had to wait, the more desperate I got. I needed to cum and I needed it bad.
I heard the man groan and that’s when I felt it, his cum between my legs and I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe how good it made me feel. I couldn’t believe how it made me want even more.
That night, I had another dream. Once again, I was in the cave and once again, I was looking back at the woman from that I’d seen the night before.
“You have done well,” the woman said, “and you shall be rewarded.”
I was about to ask what that meant, but really, I didn’t have to ask. I could already feel it building in my pussy. Building, growing, overwhelming me. I came hard and then I came again. I came harder. I was being overwhelmed and I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep on happening.
The next day, for Carl and Molly, it was as if it had never happened. Well almost. To this day, Molly tells me she can’t get enough cock sucking and she says that’s made her a very popular girl and I’m sure it has, and Molly tells me the more she does it, the more she likes it.
As for Carl, he and Molly are still dating so he’s off limits to me, but from what I hear from Molly, he still has a really, hard cock and all I can say is, lucky girl.