The Gazebo's Eye

Continuing "Eighteenth Birthday Suits" and "The Invisible Line"

I started out in my kayak the next day with an attitude that could not have been more optimistic. The sun shone, waves sparkled, warm breezes carried the scent of flowers, and the world was full of hot chicks who lusted after my body. More specifically, I had initiated one of my water girls into the the world of orgasmic pleasures the day before. The parting words of her equally gorgeous friend had been "My turn tomorrow."

They stood me up. I was at the meeting point in plenty of time, early, but their boat never appeared. I waited for well over an hour past the agreed time, whipping myself mentally for pushing things along too fast the day before and scaring them off. Finally I headed home, not having ambition for more of anything that day.

That took me by an old wharf that was usually deserted. There were two people sitting on the end of it, and they stood up immediately when they saw my kayak. They were in street clothes, but their shapes looked familiar. I immediately headed towards them and they sat down to wait for me.

It was Karen and Annie. "We didn't want to stand you up," Karen apologized. "But we couldn't get the boat. It belongs to my uncle, and he decided to take it on a trip at the last minute."

My gloom lifted. "We can't do anything here--too public," I said.

"We have a plan." Karen said. "We're house-sitting for them, my uncle and his wife, while they're using the boat. You can meet us there. You can paddle there, only about a mile from here. There's a complication, though. They have security cameras, and we have to be careful to avoid them."

They told me how to find the house. They would be sitting on the porch looking down on a dock, but that was all covered by a camera. I could paddle by, pretending not to know them, then pull in a little further along where there was a grassy spot. I could hide my kayak in the bushes and follow a short trail up to a gazebo with a hot tub and deck. They would meet me there.

Their directions were good, and in a half hour I passed by the house and gave them a friendly wave, like I would to any cute chicks. I found the grassy spot and a good place to conceal my kayak and headed up the path. I found the gazebo and peeked inside, and sure enough, there was a hot tub. Then I looked again, carefully. There was a small suspicious box up in the ceiling near the lights. I went around to the other side and looked again. Yes, I thought. That is a camera.

The girls came down the path, carrying a stack of towels, but I stopped them before they went in. "There's a camera in there."

That stopped them short. "Are you sure?"

"No. But it looks like one to me." I was pretty sure it couldn't see us through the windows of the gazebo, so I pointed it out to them.

Karen plunked down on the deck. "You mean they could have been spying on us before now."

"I suppose you don't bother with clothes when you use the tub," I said.

"Maybe that's why he's always so nice to you." Annie said. "You wrap him around your little finger. He lets us use the boat and the house and gets a peek now and then. It's a little gross, and I don't suppose he wants his wife to know..."

"There's more to it than that," said Karen.

I had a much more immediate concern--where we would find a comfortable spot away from spy cameras. The deck seemed OK. It was screened from the house by the gazebo, and the other direction was pretty much impenetrable swamp. It was as good as the deck of a boat, as long as we stayed outside. There were even yoga mats.

"Screw your uncle, Karen," I said. We don't need the tub. Didn't you promise me something yesterday?

She took a deep breath. "Yes, you're right. It's a beautiful day. Who wants to go indoors?" Then, "You're looking spiffy today. Did you have a good day yesterday?" She knew very well that I had.

Both girls were dressed alike, in short cutoff jeans, plain white t-shirts, and no bras of course. All I was wearing was my swim trunks from the kayak, loose-fitting boxer-style. We laid out towels, like on the boat. Karen sat cross-legged on one, as before. "Where were we?" She said. "You stand here," directing me to the spot in front of her.

She pulled my trunks down and off. And faced me critically. "It was bigger yesterday," she said.

"You could help with that." I said.

"Maybe I could," she said.

She reached down for the bottom of her shirt, lifted it over her head, and tossed it to the side. That helped. She undid the snap on her shorts, unzipped them all the way, and spread the sides. She kept the shorts on, but there was no underwear beneath them. That helped too. She leaned forward, took my penis with one hand, and raised it to her mouth. Gingerly, she licked the tip, then popped it in her mouth, continuing her tongue work out of sight. Then she popped it back out to examine her/our progress. We could both see she was on the right track. She continued, working us both into high arousal.

Annie came over too, respectful of the fact that it was Karen's day, but she wanted her hands on me too. She explored my scrotum, and I had to warn her to be gentle. It looked like it was the first time either of them had gotten close to a hot cock and pair of nuts. "Be gentle with the crown jewels," I told them. "With the shaft, you can be a little rougher. It likes attention from hot babes." Karen gave my penis a tentative slap from the side, then a harder one. It responded with a stiffening jerk. Annie had to try it too.

"You overwhelmed me yesterday." I told them. "I wasn't expecting such a sudden change in the rules. I lost control of myself. Can you blame me?" I said, looking from one to the other. "But a young and healthy guy like me really should be able to control himself better and might be able to serve both of you together." They looked at each other.

All of a sudden, Karen's face became serious. She sat back and said, "I'm not a virgin."

Annie looked at her in surprise. "I was raped when I was 14," said Karen. "I've never told anyone. Haven't you noticed I'm scared?"

I sat down. "I'm so sorry." I said. "I did notice. Who did it?"

"That doesn't matter, but watching you and Annie yesterday did so much to help me. I realized it doesn't have to hurt, and it can be joyful and sweet." She sat a moment. "Do you remember me taking your hand and placing it between my legs when you moved over to Annie?"

"Yes," I said. "I couldn't. My mind was too blown by seeing Annie naked in front of me. I'd fantasized about that moment since the first time I saw you when her towel came off, and there she was. I didn't have any neurons left to do you justice."

"I know." Karen said. "I used my own hand, though, and while you were with Annie, I was having the most wonderful orgasm myself, watching and copying what you did to her with my own fingers, all except the last bit. I want to watch you again."

Annie and I looked at each other. Neither of us had any objections, but...

Karen said, "But not yet. First I want you to do me like you did Annie yesterday, and if you can last to do more with both of us, that too."

Karen's revelation about rape had killed my erection, as both girls could see. "Poor Karen," I said. "I'm so sorry for what was done to you back then. Let me give you a back rub."

She rolled over on her towel, and I began.

She had a wonderful back, and I gave it all my attention, but there were her breasts too, pushing out the sides, and the lovely neck, which needed a kiss, and after a few minutes my hands were bumping against the top of her pants. She rolled over, looked up at me, and said, "Take it off. You may look and touch and do whatever you like with me and pump me full of your cum when it's time for that."

When I pulled her shorts off her feet, her legs did not pinch together like they had the last time but spread easily and naturally at my touch. My tongue went to her pussy, and she sighed. She was amazingly responsive. I soon had her rolling and moaning and approaching a climax. When it came, she pulled my head convulsively to her pulsating pussy and held me there.

As she finally subsided, relaxing her hold on my head, I slid up on top of her to press my chest against her breasts and my mouth to hers. She folded her arms and legs around mine, and we lay there, blissfully satisfied, for a little while. Then she took her legs back from around mine, and her pussy started to move against me, just as she had watched Annie do the day before. I joined in for only a few passes, then I sat back, breaking contact.

She looked up at me in surprise. "You are so amazingly beautiful," I said. "I want to look at you and see us joined, and...." I didn't know how to say it.

"After what you told us... you being raped... I don't want you to think I'm forcing myself on you, even a little bit, or associate me with whoever it was, whatever he did. This first time, will you fuck me, not me fuck you? I want to watch you taking me, and you can be in control, and I can be sure it's what you really want.

"Show me how," she said.

She didn't really need any showing. I lay back on top of her and rolled us both together so she was on top of me. She sat back on her knees, and I pulled up and then back so my cock was straight up against the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She understood.

Without a pillow for my head, I had to crane my neck to see her properly. "Annie," I said. "Could you help? Come be my pillow. You can watch with us."

Maybe she worried she might be intruding. Karen's eyes told her it was OK, and she came around to kneel behind me. With my head in her lap and those lovely soft thighs supporting me, she pulled her shirt off and leaned forward to give Karen a light kiss, then one for me.

The sheer athleticism of those two bodies suddenly pushed an image into my head of both girls standing in one-piece swimsuits on blocks like Olympic champions with their breasts compressed by the tight-fitting suits, but every other major and minor curve of their bodies accentuated. I almost laughed at the reversal of reality and imagination. Many a young man at their swim meets watching what I imagined must have lustfully imagined what I was then doing.

Karen pushed my cock forward with the lips of her hot, wet pussy, slid back and forth on its underside a few times, and then raised herself a little more and let my tip slide between the lips. She wiggled her hips to help the tip orient and lowered herself onto me. I watched my shaft slowly disappear behind her dark triangle, reappear again wet and shining, and then disappear again in a slow but accelerating rhythm.

Soon she had taken it all and was pounding herself against me with heaving breasts; then she paused, pressing tight against me for a few seconds. Slowly, she raised herself up until it was only my tip directly against her clitoris. She rolled them together, her entire glorious naked body writhing in ecstasy as he balanced on the tip of my penis directly before me.

Once was not enough. She continued up, down, and with variations, and Annie's gentle hands stroked my head and sides. Finally Karen laid her exhausted body forward against me and rested. Annie's hands moved from my sides to stroke Karen's hair, and my hands cupped Karen's gorgeous breasts.

With Karen controlling the rhythm, it had been possible for me to moderate my own arousal. I was not at all ready to quit, but we rested. Then Karen lifted her head. "I'm not done with you--I get to finish you off, but can I see you do Annie again?"

It took Annie a second. Then "Yes!" she said enthusiastically. She dumped my head from her lap, crawled around beside me on all fours then held still, breasts hanging down and ass, still wrapped in tight denim, raised conveniently nearby. Her suggestion was clear.

Karen sat up too. "Cool," she said. As if to make it official, Annie, keeping her pose, reached up and unsnapped her shorts.

Those cutoff jeans liked where they were and resisted removal. It was tug one leg down, then the other, then the waistband, inch by inch exposing the delicious flesh underneath. The tussle was worth it. As I was admiring, Annie gave a little slap with her hand on the floor, so I did the same to her naked backside. She wriggled happily, pinching her labia together in anticipation, then presented her other side. I slapped that too, bringing a repeat wriggle. "Again, harder," she said as both sides flushed a delightful shade of pink. I repeated, this time with both hands at once, and before she could do anything else, I was inside her, deep inside her pussy, pushing her body forward on her elbows.

My entry was sudden and violent, but Annie was ready and expecting it. Both of us exhaled sharply/grunted/groaned/moaned, and I felt her pussy clamp tight around me as if it would never let me out again. It did relax, though, and I pulled back slowly, carefully, almost too far then rammed in again, bringing another unladylike grunt from her as the front of my legs slammed into her backside. I kept myself under control and modulated into a rhythmic thrusting, watching her rise to an epic orgasm. She dropped her face onto the floor as it subsided, cradling and rubbing her breasts with one hand.

There was a flurry of activity on my left, and then there was Karen, haunch-to-haunch with Annie, almost touching, and in the same pose, her double.

I switched to Karen, but my right hand, instead of leaving Annie entirely, found her pussy. It was a game. I counted some number and pattern of thrusts in one girl, mirroring the pattern with my fingers in the other. Then I'd swap and repeat. Fingers or cock, each girl got her share, and I was possessing both, pleasing both, three of us together in a single tumult of passion.

Finally I knew it had to be the last round. I planted a departing kiss on Annie's back as I drew out of her the last time. I moved behind Karen and entered gently, then built slowly and inexorably to a roaring climax. When my pulsing finally stopped, I collapsed down between them, lying exhausted on my back. The two sweet girls turned to face each other with me between them. A pair of legs wrapped themselves around each of my legs, pressing a wet pussy up against each side of my hips. They joined hands behind my neck and over my chest and pulled us together, sandwiching me between their breasts. They kissed each other, then me, and we rested.

Annie dressed, went to the house, and returned with food and drink. We sat talking, getting to know a little more about each other, and I was turning things over in my head. I looked at Karen and said, "It was your uncle, wasn't it, when you were 14?"

"How did you guess? Yes, it was," she said. "I've never been sure what would happen if I told, and it gives me a handle on him. He does what I tell him."

"The spy camera puts a little different light on it, though."

"It does, the bastard." Karen didn't ordinarily talk like that.

The three of us settled on a plan. A few days later, after her uncle returned from his boating trip, we visited him in his office. I had put together my best imitation of a lawyer costume, and they both dressed in neat, businesslike outfits. He was alone.

"Karen has told us about you raping her four years ago." I told him. "She had elected to keep quiet about it until now because you seemed to regret your crime, and exposing you would have been painful for her family. She thought you had learned a lesson."

I let the shock of that work on him for a while, and he turned very red. "Then they discovered the camera over the hot tub. You have been spying on these two young ladies when you had offered them every expectation of privacy. You may deny that, but you would have a hard time convincing anybody the camera is there for any other purpose. I have seen the camera myself through the gazebo windows, and I have photographs of it. Also, though we wouldn't be able prove this last bit unless you have been very foolish with recordings, you probably made illicit videos of both these girls when they were underage and nude. I advised having your computers seized, but they hold hope of a private resolution."

It was Karen's turn. She spoke slowly. "You will make a gift of your boat to me. The title will be transferred to me, and the papers in the cabin. You will have it serviced, full of fuel, and in top condition by Friday. There will be 20,000 dollars in cash in a box in the cabin."

Annie spoke. "That will keep me quiet too, unless you do something else." Before he could say another word, we stood up and left.