A cool breeze caressed across Monty's chest, the hammock he lay on swaying in the morning shade, a good day for a ride. Most of the spring and summer Monty had hoped for these days, The store was closed, and it was a much needed day off from work.
He leisurely set into motion the days itenerary, Walk the dogs, shower,load the bike and freedom. Hardly an hour passed before his Harley was zooming down 1st street, past Ms. Wilson in her Sunday smock watering her plants, across Field boulevard where Dan Moorhead was shooting squirrels out his back door. Out on to the highway, look out lake he was on his way.
Monty slid his bike into a Hotspot station, top off the tank grab a six pack and ice them down in the saddle bags, just a day of cruising the curves of the lake roads and hopefully a few moments to peruse the talent along the beaches. About the time he was ready to pull out, the black jeep with all its might roared into the station,
Sammie stepped out of the jeep, casting Monty a "you want this grin" wrapped in a sarong from waist to knee, sporting a rebel flag top, barely covering her ample breast. "whatcha doing Monty" she cooed. "just grabbing some beer and cruising the lake" his reply. Another beauty circled the jeep, almost pleading to be stared at, her top undone, she merely leaned forward to expose her heavy cleavage. "well well, Sammie have you been hiding this man for yourself?' she jokingly quizzed her friend. Sammie took a breath and introduced the two, " Monty this is my friend Amber, we went to college together, Amber meet Monty an old friend of the family, we are still friends, right?" toying with Monty as she had so many times.
He was about to straddle his bike when Amber strided over to run a hand inside his sleeveless shirt sleeve."maybe you and I could compare some Sammie stories, I could use some male entertainment?"
Monty looked over his aviator sunglasses and nodded his approval, merely stating "I'll be seeing you around" Then with a turn of the switch, the pipes bellowing, Sammie approached, trying to tell Monty where the two nymphs would be at on the lake. He revved up the motor, drowning her out as he kicked in gear and sped away.
Amber was bouncing around Sammie now, explaining how she would take that man and make him her slave, that she did not know the tablefare was so succulent in these parts. Sammie gave her friend a scorned look, informing her that though Monty was a piece of work, he was bad news and she would be better off leaving well enough alone.

Back out on the bike, Monty was feeling alive, helmet off, wind ripping through his hair, the shaded lake roads taking him from heat to cool in mere seconds. He pulled into beach 1, not a huge crowd, several Moms and Dads, kids of all sizes, a few high school girls but nothing to draw his attention or affection. slamming his first beer, then back to the road. Up over the hill top view, down around slipback corner to the old rack quarry, undoubtedly there would be more to see here and there was. A large contingent of college kids had made this area their sanctuary, the aroma of last nights pot party still filled the air, beer cans and bottles littered the area. these kids had done themselves proud with last nights party, Barely clothed bodies were strewn around, not far from resembling the aftermath of a roman orgy. He eased the bike to a stop, shut it down and grinned, thinking to himself, I could have done this, I could have had one of these babes or more than one, if not for being shunned by the colleges for the trumped up rape. that could have been me lying there with my arm over that big assed redhead. the grin started to become a scowl.
about that time, the unmistakable sound of a jet boat shattered the silence in the quarry, No one had jet boats except the water patrol, quickly, nude bodies scurried around, collecting the empties, trying to make it look as if nothing had transpired the night before. The jet boat slipped into shore, grating against the sand bar, and out from behind the wheel came Sammies brother Mark, he walked stoically into the campground, kicking a few bottles, glaring at the nude girls trying to cover themselves, behind his mirrored glasses.

A stench of arrogance wafted from this man, he began his speech, like he had practiced it in front of the mirror many times before. Straight from the movie, "What we have here, is a failure, to communicate! Now I told you punks last night, a party would be fine as long as it was all cleaned up. Doesnt look like this is clean, now does it.?" the college kids made no reply, Mark pressed on, walking over to a very hung over young man, poking him in the chest, halfway yelling at him, when a little brunette came charging in to the rescue. For Fucks sake, Monty's 16 yr old sister Maddie, exclaimed to Mark. "Mark, we will get it cleaned up, no need in roughing up my boyfriend" Marks attention was shifted to Maddies hardened nipples, he reached out to poke her breast when Monty walked in behind him. "Officer" Monty barked, "if there is no crime scene, if no tickets are going to be written, I will stay and make sure this mess is taken care of" Mark turned on a heel and stared over his glasses at Monty. "should have known you would be apart of this, trash , all of you, get it cleaned up and be gone before I come back through" Mark hopped back in the jet boat and sped away looking over his shoulder, He would be back fast.

Monty grabbed Maddies arm. " Lil sis, what the fuck do you think your doing, Does Mom know where you are?" Maddie never answered, she walked up to her brother and hugged him, thanking him for helping out.
the majority of the morning was wasted, picking up bottles, used condoms and such, still Monty felt good about his good deed, not to mention a lot of the college girls gave him their numbers, Life was good.

Finally back onto the highway, down across deadmans bridge and into the state park portion of the lake. these curves were wicked, how he longed for a passenger, his mind quickly reinevented Amber setting behind him, her long legs wrapped around his waist, her hands and fingers tucked into his belt and waist band. Just two beers left, he would head up to 4 corners liquor store and resupply the day, but first he needed to drain the mornings efforts. As he eased into a curve he simply shout off the motor, coasting down into a shaded curve along a cove, gliding to a stop, setting the bike on its stand, he walked down to the underbrush, unzipping, then letting go. A snicker was heard, then giggling to his left he saw the waverunner, to the right of that Amber, she lay there on a big rock, naked, squirming, wriggling her hips tossing her head back, Her knees clamping inward, she was obviously enjoying her treats aand was oblivious to being watched. Monty could not contain his inquisitiveness, His cock was hardening , so he had to get closer, he reached a better vantage point and then saw what he had suspicioned, sammies blonde mane was face deep in Ambers bare pussy licking it the way a woman know s how to lick, an orgasm swept over Amber, as she attempted to muffle her scream of extasy. Monty was closer now, apparently his subconcius had moved him in, he began disrobing, his boots, his shirt then his jeans, he reached the waters edge, slowly moving towards the unsuspecting wanting women, Amber was first to see him, he held a finger to his lips to silence her, Sammie was dutifully licking and finger Ambers wet hot box when she shreeked at the touch of a calloused hand on her ass. Montys other hand clamping over Sammies mouth, He whispered in her ear "Do not scream, Im not going to rape you" she relaxed and spun in the water, a leg wrapping around his, her mouth covering his tongues entertwining, she wanted Monty like she had never wanted before, He seemed unimpressed, lifting her up then pushing away. Montys mind was on another, he wanted to fill Amber with his manhood, she was wet and willing, needing and he felt he could make her wildest dreams reality, He slid through the water, Sammie following, then like a snake slithered his tongue up out of the water across Ambers asshole, her body tensing and contracting, through her pussy lips his tongue traveled, over her clit, wrapping around it, sucking it outward as two fingers plunged into her heat, Hi cock growing evn more ridgid, he began to maove into her, when familar hands grabbed his shaft, not pulling away but guiding into Amber, Sammie was helping, she was giving aid in easing Montys veined cock into Ambers steaming pussy, first the head, then inch by inch the shaft dissappeared inside Amber, Sammie looking on with approval. they set into a rythym, each stroke becoming harder, Ambers whimpers were becoming louder, she began uttering words, " Fuck Me, give me that big cock, slam it into my wet cunt. Omy fucking God your gonna make me cum so hard, God Dman give it to me Cum inside me when I cum" Her back arched, shoving her pussy up onto his shaft, Her pussy felt good, another stroke or two and his release would be inevitable. Harder he pound into her, his head thrown back eyes closed, then at that moment when his cum began to churn up his shaft, Sammie lieing on her back in the water slid forward and sucked his right nut into her mouth while a finger slid into his ass, the cum seared from his shaft, the force was undescribable, Ambers body shook, her belly muscles rippling with contractions, her voice barely audible, Montys orgasm creating gutteral moans, animalistic, primal. the three remain static for a few more seconds, panting, Sammie gasping, Monty reveling in his conquest Amber basking in the attention she has just been the center of.

the jet boat roared into the cove, Monty sank into the depths, swimming under water to a safe distance. Mark, with all his cockiness snapped at his sister, "Sammie. you fucking little whore, get your clothes on and get off my lake, and take you whore lesbian with you." He turned the boat out to open water, and out of sight he sped. Monty stood, waved to the girls and then started ashore, to dress. Sammie swam towards him, asking him to wait. " When am I gonna get mine" she pleaded with a schoolgirl grin, Monty looked back at her, then over to Amber, "ask her how it was, I might not be up to your standard,, besides you always get what you want, but I am going to make you want for a while, tell Amber I will see her tonight."

It was easy to see Sammies displeasure, she smacked the water with her hand and swam back to the waverunner, dressed and yelled to Amber, " get your fat lesbian ass on , if your going with me"


Does Sammie have to high of standards, Is Amber a lesbian whore, Can Mark really be that big of prick

tune in next week, and see if the delivery man gives Amber or Sammie his tip..