Epilogue
Mark climbed up in the very top of his parent's houseboat. It was moored in a
quiet, hidden cove of Old Hickory Lake right outside Metro Nashville. It was
just beginning to get light. The opening to the cove faced east. He had woke up
and decided to watch the sunrise.
The ice had only recently melted in the beer cooler. He plunged his hand in the
cold water to grab a beer for breakfast. He moved quietly as he climbed the
ladder to the roof. He did not want to wake the girls.
Mark looked out over the lake to see a flock of birds scouring the water surface
for breakfast. Mike thought that if the birds wanted, they could stop here for a
beer. The cooler had plenty. He would have to go over later to the marina and
get some ice.
Rick would be at the marina and he would join the three of them on the houseboat
for the rest of the Labor Day weekend. Then next week it was back to school.
Mark had to admit that having Rick join them would lessen the pressure he was
feeling. Mark's cock was sore, too much mouth, pussy, and ass. His own butt felt
a little tender from having Stacy's fingers inside for what she called a
"prostate massage." Having Rick there would even up the odds. No, it wouldn't
even them up but Mark and Rick would be closer to even.
It must have been some trip to Mexico. Before Stacy had left she had been
desperate to lose her cherry. She came back with no cherry and a working
knowledge of sex that far surpassed Mark's. Having anal sex was something that
sixteen year old boys like Mark dream about. During their three-person orgy, his
cock had been buried inside both of their butts.
Prior to last night, the only girl Mark had screwed was Stacy's friend Ellen
and that was a quick, down and dirty fuck in the backseat of his new car. Before
midnight, he lost count of how many times he had cum. He did recall reaching the
point where he was too exhausted to get a hard on. Then the girls had left him
alone. They were eating each other's pussy when he passed out.
Mark looked through the roof top plexi-glass window down onto the bed where the
girls were cuddled up. Consuela and Stacy lay there naked their arms wrapped
around each other. To Mark, they looked so sweet and innocent. The pair was
quite a contrast, Stacy with her golden blonde hair and Consuela with a full
mane of cold black ringlets. Both had shaved their pubic hair. They looked
absolutely angelic lying there asleep in the cabin.
Mark looked east toward the rising sun. If he and his cock were going to survive
this day, he knew he was going to have to find a way to distract Stacy and
Consuelo. One possibility was to boat over to his cousin's farm on the other
side of Old Hickory. Stacy had surprised him with her interest in visiting the
farm. She had asked about the animals and gave him a big hug when he told her
there were cows, pigs, chickens, horses, ponies and even several genuine Mexican
burros.
