The Lake of Love (Adult Novel 18+) (13 page)

‘Oh baby,’ I pushed my middle finger into her asshole.

It was so relaxed that I pushed my index finger inside as well. It was
obvious to see that she had been fucked in the ass before. I slowly began to
slide my fingers back and forth into her ass. I pulled them to the point that
they nearly fell out of her body before pushing them all the way back inside of
her. It was clearly a little too overwhelming for the beautiful young blonde.

Sheridan’s pleasing scream echoed off the walls, as her hips jolted
violently.

I continued to pump my fingers into her asshole and pussy, whilst my
tongue danced along the edges of her sensitive lips. Sheridan’s legs were
starting to become weak. She was practically doubling over from the euphoric
rush exploding like some sort of nuclear weapon within the depths of her tender
body.

After a moment she placed her hands upon mine and pulled my fingers from
her body.

‘Oh god, Charlie,’ she said between deep breathes. ‘You can finger my
pussy better than I can.’

She placed her hands upon the side of my face and signalled that she
wanted me to stand.

I got to my feet and looked her body up and down.

Her cheeks were a rosy red, but by god she looked liked the most
beautiful woman that had ever and will ever exist.

‘I have been dreaming about this all day,’ her fingers curled around the
long hard shaft of my dick. ‘You have such a big cock.’ Her hand began to jerk
in a very rapid motion. ‘When I use to fuck my old boyfriend,’ I forced my
tongue back into her mouth. We shared a deep passionate kiss, whilst her
fingers teased the tip of my cock. ‘I would dream of a cock this big,’ she
pressed her back against the bedroom wall. ‘Do you know what you are, Charlie?’
The tip of my cock was guided down between her legs. ‘You are a dream come
true.’ I pushed my hips forward. My eyes momentarily rolled back into my head
at the orgasmic sensation of being sucked inside of her.

Strong hands gripped the back of her silky thighs and without any real
effort at all I hoisted Sheridan up off the floor. Sheridan wrapped her hands
around my neck and pulled me against her, as my muscular body pinned hers up
against the wall. The feel of her tits pressing against my pectoral muscles was
fuelling the fire of lust within my soul. I carefully hooked the inside of my
elbows beneath her knees and forced her legs further apart. My cock slipped
further inside her widened pussy.

I began to roll my hips.

Loud pleasing moans ricocheted off the ceiling with each forceful thrust
of my thick cock up into her slender body. Now that we were far away from the
lake house, and our families, we could be a loud as we wanted.

‘Oh yeah,’ I groaned with pleasure. ‘You are so fucking hot.’

Sheridan giggled in my ear before screaming out.

In her position all she could do was remain suspended against the wall,
whilst my cock pummelled her pussy into submission. From the look in her ocean
blue eyes I could see that she was enjoying it too.

‘Talk dirty to me, Charlie,’ ordered Sheridan. ‘Make me your dirty little
bitch.’

Talk dirty?

I had never done that to a woman before. I wasn’t sure what to say.

‘You like being my private whore?’ I attempted with a groan.

‘Oh, fuck yeah. This pussy is all yours baby. I am your whore.’ Her voice
was starting to sound strained, as her breathing began to grow short and sharp.
I could feel the pressure between my own legs starting to rapidly increase with
each filthy word that left her young mouth.

‘I own your pussy, eh?’ I didn’t give her time to reply. ‘I own this sexy
pussy?’ I began to ram the entire length of my long hard cock right up into the
depths of the pussy. I was fucking her so deep that I could feel my balls
slapping against her soaking wet lips.

‘Oh god, oh god, oh god,’ she groaned in quick succession. ‘This pussy is
all yours. Is that big bad cock mine?’ All her muscles seemed to tense up, as
something beautiful blossomed within her body. ‘Please tell me your cock is
mine.’ She threw back her head and screamed wildly. I could feel the lips of
her pussy tightening furiously around the shaft of my throbbing cock. ‘I don’t
want, Rebecca, to have it. Tell me that it is mine.’

‘It is yours,’ my groan sounded like the howl of some wild and dangerous
animal. ‘Rebecca will never get to see my cock again. It only belongs to you.’

‘Yes!’ she dropped her head onto my shoulder. I could feel the sweat upon
her brow. ‘Charlie,’ she moaned sweetly into my ear. ‘I think I am falling in
love with you.’

I could feel my heart melting within my chest.

‘I have never felt like this about any other man.’ My cock rammed deeper
and harder between her soaking wet lips. ‘You are the only thing on my mind all
day long.’ The pressure between my legs was increasing at such a drastic rate
that had I been a refinery, alarm bells would be warning people to evacuate by
now. ‘Just thinking about you gets me so fucking wet.’ The edges of my world
began to blur away into the darkness, as all my consciousness and awareness
were being sucked down through my body to the overwhelming build up of energy
between my legs. ‘I fingered my pussy for over an hour today, but not even that
released the frustration I feel when I am not near you.’ My mouth fell open, as
dangerous tremors rocked my cock like the early warning sighs before the great
quake. ‘Tell me you love me too.’

‘I am addicted to you.’ I confessed. ‘I want you. I need you. I love you.’

My cock erupted inside her body.

A light that was brighter than the sun exploded within my mind.

A sensation so powerful that for a brief moment I felt as if I had lost
all consciousness completely rushed liked a wildfire throughout my very soul.
Further eruptions leapt forth from the tip of my cock, filling Sheridan’s pussy
with ridiculous amounts of nice warm cum.

‘Yes, Charlie.’ She screamed my name. ‘Yes. I love you too.’ Her hips
were squirming so much that my cock was threatening to slip from her body. ‘Don’t
stop!’ She ordered, but I could tell from the tone of her voice that not even
Sheridan could take much more of this. My body started to go numb right from my
head all the way down to my toes. Everything I had left went into one final
powerful surge of hard hip pumping action.

My hips rolled to a standstill.

For a very long moment I just stood there with Sheridan in my arms. There
was nothing I could do. My mind was still floating away amongst the clouds. A
length of time that could have been between thirty seconds or five minutes
drifted by before either of us had the strength to talk.

‘Charlie,’ Sheridan whispered into my ear. She wounded exhausted.

‘Yes?’ I replied in a low whisper.

‘Did you mean what you said?’ her words hung in the air for a moment.

‘Yes.’ I kissed her softly on the cheek. ‘I love you, Sheridan.’

* * *

I lay my head down against the pillow and held the cell phone to my ear. ‘Hi,
honey,’ I said into the mouthpiece. I was forcing myself to take long slow
breathes in through my nose and out through my mouth to maintain my focus on
the phone call. ‘I am really sorry but I won’t be able to make it back home
until much later tonight.’

‘Oh,’ I felt a ton of guilt fall onto my shoulders at the sound of
Rebecca’s disappointed voice. ‘I guess it can’t be helped.’ She tried to put a
brave face on it. ‘I can save your naughty surprise for a night when you are
free.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I replied.

‘Don’t be. I know how important this meeting is for the company.’ Rebecca
let out a sad sigh. ‘Don’t work too hard. I love you.’

‘You too,’ I replied and with that the phone line went dead.

I had now passed the point of no return. This was no longer an issue of
indecision or wondering what I wanted. I know exactly what I want in my life
and that is to be happy. I want something that gives me a reason to wake up in
the morning. I want something that brings a smile to my lips and a skip to my
heart just at the very thought of it.

I wanted Sheridan.

I glanced down my body towards the world’s most beautiful woman, as she
took my cock within her mouth. She had managed to take so much of the long shaft
down her throat that for a brief moment I thought you might swallow it
completely. I reached down and stroked a hand through her long flowing blonde
hair. At first I thought this was nothing more than a case of lust, but I was
wrong. My feelings for Sheridan go far beyond lust that it is not even funny.

I love her.

I believe that she loves me too.

And for the first time in many years I am actually happy.

Part Four: Frank’s Story

Chapter Fourteen: Rock Bottom

I picked the whisky bottle up off the night stand and poured the
remaining dregs into the bottom of my glass. How shit has my life become? I
grabbed the glass and held it to my lips. The warmth of the drink burned the
back of my throat as I downed it all in one go. My head instantly felt slightly
lighter and my problems felt a little less depressing.

The front door of the lake house slammed shut.

I let out a lonely sigh and headed for the window of my darkened bedroom.
I could feel myself moving a little unsteadily upon my feet. This must be what
babies feel like when they are attempting to take their first few steps. Pick a
destination and hope you don’t land on your face before you get there. With a
sense of triumph I reached the window, but the demon known as regret gripped
its clawed fingers around my cold dead heart. The others were all down below me
wearing expensive looking suits and rather revealing dresses.

I think I hated them.

My eyes locked upon the woman that I loved.

My heart cracked into a million pieces like a mirror dropped onto a hard
stone floor. I had ruined everything between us. I had destroyed the one good
thing I had in my life. I had lost Miranda. My soon to be ex-wife was wearing a
very elegant red dress. It highlighted everything that was perfect about her. It
displayed her beautiful hour glass figure, her large firm breasts, her swan
like neck and her unforgettable heart melting angelic face.

She was beyond beautiful.

And she was fucking someone else.

I couldn’t blame her. The reason she was leaving me was because I
couldn’t keep my penis in my pants. I just had a soft spot for a beautiful
woman. I love my wife more than life itself, but I am addicted to sex. It was
only a matter of time before she said enough was enough, but I never expected
her to be fucking another man when she was still married to me. I knew that she
was because of the way she always acted. When we lived together she was
miserable. I was constantly away on work and we both knew that when I went away
I would be in another woman’s bed. These days Miranda was happy. No. She was
more than happy. She was practically beaming with pure delight through the
smile she wore upon her lips.

I miss her.

I headed back to the bottle of whiskey.

‘Empty,’ I sighed. Could my life get any worse?

I opened the bedroom door. They have to have something down in the
kitchen.

* * *

A wave of satisfaction washed over me. Several bottles of wine were
chilling nicely in the bottom of the fridge. This was more than enough to take
my mind off of my shitty life. Suddenly a sound reached my ears. I cocked my
head to one side, as if that would somehow increase my ability to hear.

A woman was crying.

I closed the fridge door and followed the sound across the large open
planned kitchen. An archway led into the central hub of the house, which was a
ridiculously large living room. Rebecca was sitting on the cream coloured couch
with her head buried into the palms of her hands. It broke my heart to see my
friend crying. What made it worse was that my affections for Rebecca went
somewhat beyond friendship. She was my best friend’s wife so I could never
admit it, but I had always had a crush on Rebecca.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.

Rebecca nearly jumped out of her skin. ‘Frank,’ she let out a sigh of
relief. ‘You scared me.’ Unconsciously I looked Rebecca up and down. She was
wearing nothing more than a pair of ordinary looking jeans and a light blue
t-shirt. The t-shirt was so tight that for a moment I thought her large round
breasts were going to rip through the fabric. Rebecca’s beautiful long flowing
blonde hair hung at least five inches below her shoulder line. Her face was
perhaps the kindest face any man could ever hope to look upon, although her
cheeks were turning an interesting red colour at this moment in time. It might have
something to do with the empty wine bottle on the living room table.

‘Sorry,’ I replied. I headed over towards the couch. ‘What’s upset you?’

‘Oh, it’s nothing,’ it was clearly a lie.

‘Rebecca, we’re friends.’ I reminded her. ‘Talk to me.’

It didn’t take much to make her talk.

‘It’s, Charlie.’ Her bottom lip began to quiver. ‘I think he is having an
affair.’

Her words hung in the air for a moment.

How the hell did she know? But more than that how the hell did I tell
Rebecca that she was actually right?

‘What makes you think that?’ It was the only thing I could think of
saying.

‘He hasn’t been returning my calls.’ She slurred. ‘And he has been
working late.’

‘The business meetings have been running longer than we expected,’ I
lied.

‘Maybe so but what is his excuse for not having sex with me?’ she asked.
He wasn’t having sex with Rebecca? Was he mad? ‘But then again that is most
likely my fault,’ confessed the beautiful blonde. ‘When it comes to the bedroom
things between us are a little dull,’ she picked that last word carefully. ‘I
blame myself. Charlie was my first ever boyfriend and I used to be so shy.’ She
sighed disappointedly at the memory of her old self. ‘If only he had forced me
to do something different in the bedroom. I would have done anything to make
him love me. We could have had a much fuller sex life, but I was just so damn
shy.’

‘If it turns out that, Charlie, is having an affair,’ I explained. ‘It is
not your fault.’

‘But…’ she began to protest, but I cut her off.

‘Rebecca you are a really beautiful and amazing woman. Charlie should be
grateful that he has you in his life. Now I don’t believe for one second that,
Charlie, is having an affair so stop beating yourself up about it.’

‘You might be right.’ She conceded. ‘He is not the type of person to
cheat on me, but I tried to make things more exciting by buying a pair of
handcuffs and a,’ Rebecca blushed, ‘Dildo.’ A wave of pressure rushed down
between my legs. The thought of Rebecca using a dildo was perhaps the greatest
visual image I was ever going to have in my life. ‘He wasn’t even interested.’

‘Then he is stupid.’ I replied. ‘That is really hot.’

‘You think so?’ Rebecca smiled a cheeky smile. ‘I thought it was hot too.’

‘Have you used it?’ The question left my mouth before I could stop it.

‘Yes,’ Rebecca turned her eyes away from me. ‘It felt really good.’

Hardness was starting to set in between my legs.

‘You should tell him how good it feels,’ I forced my thighs together to
hide the bulge beneath my trousers. ‘I know for a fact it will turn him on.’

‘I might do that,’ she nodded her head. ‘But I am still so shy and
inexperienced. I just wish I had someone to teach me all the things I don’t
know. I would do absolutely anything to make, Charlie, love me more. That is how
much I love him.’

My brain switched off.

My penis took over.

Unconsciously I placed my hand upon the top of her thigh. Rebecca tensed
up for a second and turned her emerald green eyes towards me. I could see the
look of confusion within the windows of her soul. ‘Perhaps I,’ I slide my hand
further up the inside of her thigh, ‘could teach you.’ Rebecca swallowed down
the lump in her throat. For a half a heartbeat I could feel her opening her
legs and welcoming me in, but just as quickly as it started she slammed her
thighs shut.

‘No.’ I pulled my hand away. ‘I can’t do this.’ Rebecca got up off the
couch and disappeared out of the room.

Shit!

I let out a long and weary sigh. ‘I really am a scumbag.’

* * *

I lifted the bottle to my lips and downed a mouthful of the wine. This
was my favourite bottle, but tonight it tasted bad. I forced more wine down my
throat and let my head drop back onto the grassy shore of the lake. My head was
feeling so light that I almost felt like I could fly off towards the twinkling
mass of stars sprinkled against the canvas of deep space above me. The relaxing
sound of water sloshing against the bank of the lake did absolutely nothing to
calm my depressing thoughts.

‘I am such a fucking idiot,’ I felt like crying.

Not only have I ruined any kind of relationship I could have had with
Miranda, but now I had made a completely mess with Rebecca. How would I ever be
able to look her in the eyes again?

Suddenly a figure appeared above me.

My heart came to an abrupt stop within my chest.

It was Rebecca, but I had never seen her like this in my life.

She was standing directly above me with a foot placed on either side of
my head. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, as I followed her long smooth
legs all the way up. She was wearing nothing, but a pair of very thin pink
panties and a matching pink bra. Her large plump breasts were practically
spilling out of her top. Rebecca looked down upon me with those light green
emerald coloured eyes and smiled. ‘I need to talk to you.’ She said. I tried to
sit up, but found her foot upon my chest pinning me down to the ground. ‘Stay.’
It was not a request.

I did what I was told.

Rebecca stepped over me and slowly lowered herself down until she was
straddling my stomach. My eyes fell upon her delicious breasts. I could see her
nipples through the fabric of her bra. Never had I seen Rebecca act so calm and
controlled. Usually she was so shy and quiet.

I liked this new Rebecca.

She had a body to die for. It wasn’t slim or slender like some kind of
super model. It was curvy and soft, but in all the right places. It gave her a
perfect hour glass figure and breasts that would give the pope a hard on. I
tried my best to ignore the pressure between my legs, but it wasn’t working. It
was impossible not to get turned on when the woman you have always had a crush
on is straddling your stomach in nothing more than her bra and panties.

Rebecca took the bottle of wine from my hand and downed several
mouthfuls. Even that was getting me hard. ‘I have always fancied you,’ she
smiled that beautiful smile. ‘Even since we were in university I have had a
thing for you.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘I think it might be
something to do with your cheeky smile and boyish charm.’ Rebecca swigged on
the wine bottle. ‘Or it could be to do with the fact that you are so confident
that you can fuck any woman that you want too.’ She threw the bottle away and
looked me dead in the eyes. ‘I need your help, Frank.’

‘You do?’ I had to admit. I liked where this was going.

‘Yes.’ Rebecca shuffled down my body until she was sitting upon the top
of my muscular thighs. ‘When you said you would teach me I was a little
shocked.’ She began to undo my belt buckle. ‘The only man to ever proposition
me was, Charlie.’ The sound of my zipper being pulled down was like music to my
ears. ‘But I got to thinking.’ Unconsciously I lifted my ass up off the floor,
as Rebecca pulled my trousers down until they too were resting upon my thighs.
A large bulge was protruding up through my boxer shorts. ‘How many friends do I
really have?’ Rebecca tore down my boxer shorts with one hard yank.

My fully erect cock sprung up into the air.

Rebecca seemed to lick her lips at the very sight of it. ‘My only friends
are, Charlie and you. It is true that, Miranda, is someone I get on well with,
but I wouldn’t really class her as my friend.’ I sighed deeply at the feel of
her fingers curling around my hard shaft. Rebecca began to jerk her hand in a
slow deliberate manner. ‘So I asked myself who I should turn to in my hour of
need. I could only think of you.’ Butterflies fluttered wildly within my
stomach, as she cradled my balls within the palm of her hand. ‘I need someone I
can trust to teach me what I do not know. I need to practise all the things I had
dreamed of doing so that, Charlie, will fall in love with me again.’ I was
quickly losing my mind, as her hand jerked harder and faster than before. ‘Please
say you will teach me, Frank.’

‘But,’ I went to explain that Charlie is my best friend, but Rebecca cut
me off.

‘I know you fuck horny little sluts all the time.’ She could hardly take
her eyes away from the throbbing cock within the palm of her delicate hand. ‘I
need you to disregard the fact that you and I are very old friends.’ My cock
pulsed dangerously at the sight of Rebecca pinching her own nipple between her
thumb and forefinger through the fabric of her bra. She let out a very erotic
moan. ‘I need you to treat me like a whore and school me in the art of lust.’

Something snapped within my unconscious mind.

Never had any woman been so forward with me before.

It was intoxicating.

It was empowering.

‘Suck my cock,’ I ordered.

Rebecca’s eyes lit up like the sky on the fourth of July. She slowly
lowered her head down towards the tip of my cock, but I wasn’t playing. I
grabbed a handful of her beautiful blonde hair and forced her head down. ‘Oh,’
my eyes rolled back into my head, as my cock disappeared within her mouth. This
might have been the first time she had ever sucked a man’s cock, but she was
acting like some kind of starved animal. The powerful suction of her lips was
drawing all my awareness and consciousness straight down between my legs. Her
tongue was rolling and twisting around the rim of my tender cock. She was not
sucking my cock. She was devouring it.

‘That’s right, bitch.’

I gripped her hair tighter. Rebecca moaned, but did not resist.

‘Suck it harder.’ I forced her head down with all my strength.

I could feel her nose press against my stomach, as the very tip of my
cock pressed against the back of her throat.

I held her there for several seconds and then let go.

Rebecca sat up gasping for air.

My hands reached up and squeezed her juicy breasts. They were so big and
soft that I just wanted to put them in my mouth and suck them all night long,
but she still had a job to do. ‘Suck my cock, you dirty little whore.’
Rebecca’s lips broke into a smile. She liked it when I spoke dirty to her. ‘Oh
fuck,’ her lips sucked hard on the tip of my thick cock, whilst her hand jerked
rapidly along the throbbing shaft. Her free hand cradled and stroked my
sensitive balls.