In the summer of 1971 (the summer before I discovered “The Temple of Onan”), my parents hired a 17-year-old young woman named Donna to help supervise the kids in our family during the vacation at our lake place. She was to be in charge when my parents left for a trip to Europe and some adult aunts and uncles were there as well.
Donna had a kind of hard look to her face, but she was a knockout in her bathing suit and I was jacking off to fantasies of screwing her usually a couple of times per day at least. I even got a good 15-20 second look at her through a knothole when she changed into her suit in our cabin - nice firm tits with long nipples much bigger than those of the girls my own age who I’d fooled around with and a really big bush. After I saw that, I jacked off to the memory of her even more. Although she had no sexual interest in a just-turned-15 kid, she kind of enrolled me into a good cop-bad cop routine with respect to my siblings and step-siblings when my parents left and gave me lots of slack when enforcing the rules my parents had specified.
One night there was a dance at the local community centre with a live band from the nearby town. Every older teenager in the area was going and Donna was told by the aunts and uncles that since she was such a help with their kids, she should go and they would hold the fort at the family cabins. I was reading in my room late that night when my 14-year-old cousin excitedly knocked at our door and told me that Donna and some guy from the dance had snuck down to our docked motorboat after the end of the dance and that we should spy on them from a nearby treed area just off our beach.
My cousin was a nice enough guy, but a total nerd who kind of hero-worshipped me because a) I’d had a few experiences with girls and b) I ejaculated when I jerked off whereas he was still a dry cummer. We worked our way into the copse where we were able to get a decent view in the moonlight of Donna and her friend seated in the boat from the shoulders up. We dropped our cutoffs and quickly rubbed our cocks to hardness. He asked me to tell him what Donna and the guy were doing after they progressed from kissing.
“Hmmm…looks like he’s undoing her top and feeling up her tits…I think they’re undoing each other’s shorts to grope his cock and her cunt…wow, her head is ducked down and you can see his hand on the back of her bobbing head…she must be sucking his cock…now she’s sitting up again and he seems pissed she won’t let him cum in her mouth…now I think she’s jerking his cock…you can see her shoulders and upper arm moving and look how they’re totally focused on looking at her hand in his lap…he’s throwing his head back…he must be shooting his cum…”
At that point, my cousin whispered that he was cumming as he speed-stroked his mostly hairless cock. He quietly grunted in pleasure and, as he said, his orgasm was dry. Donna and her friend stood up in the boat and started adjusting their clothes. I got a couple of seconds view of Donna’s boobs and lost it. I kept up my steady jacking, my cock well-lubricated with pre-cum, and shot a big, juicy load onto the leaves of some wild shrubs. I almost fell over as the throbbing pleasure coursed through me from my perineum outward. My cousin stared slack-jawed at the cum dripping from the plant leaves and the end of my cock. “Wow,” he whispered, “look at all that goo!” Then Donna got out of the boat and went to the side of the dock where she washed the guy’s cum off her hands. Cousin and I got our cutoffs up and quickly made our way back to our cabins.
Donna came in a few minutes later, asked if things had gone OK in her absence, said good night, and went into her bedroom. I read for a while and finally turned my light off. Maybe five minutes later Donna left her room and went into the bathroom. I got out of bed and pressed my ear to the bathroom door. I could hear Donna softly moaning as she masturbated and her sharp intake of breath as she came. I quickly got back into my bed and enjoyed yet another cum courtesy of Donna, as I jacked myself off yet again to the memory of her and the guy.
Unfortunately Donna didn’t return the next summer as she got a job related to the university program she was in. Damn!
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