It Started At The Water Park

My half-sister Cindy and I are in our forties; so are almost all our friends. We're way past the teenybopper phase of life, that's for sure. Cindy has cultivated a group of female friends and I am at the fringe of that group: I'm not the center of attention, just a hanger-on at this point.

She got a carload of us together to go to a Nashville-area water park.

Cindy is a strawberry blonde with big shoulders and really stocky-looking with big round glasses. That day she was wearing a modest one-piece bathing suit. She calls it her "lucky swimsuit" because she met both of her ex-husbands while wearing it. It's old and she's had to patch it a few times, but she refused to get rid of it.

We do all the rides and are ready to leave, but Cindy insists on one more go down the big waterslide. Then another last ride. Then another last ride. Then she promised this next ride will be the last "last ride." I don't think she meant it, but she turned out to be right.

About a third of the way down the slide, her suit snagged on something (or maybe it was just caused by the poor condition of her swimsuit) and it began to fall apart. She was desperately trying to hold on to her glasses and maintain her dignity at the same time and wasn't very successful. Her one-piece ripped into four pieces and she was careening down the slide out of control screaming bloody murder all the way.

She lands at the end of the slide, totally naked and spread eagle. Her thick black bush was on full display. Some old guy was right there and used his phone to take some candid shots. The crowd howled with laughter.

Me and some of the others ran to her and wrapped her in our towels so that we could get her to the car. She was furious.

"I have never... NEVER!... been so humiliated in my whole life!"

"It'll be hard to top that, that's for sure," her friend Crystal said.

Later, everyone but me was gone and we were talking at her kitchen table. Cindy was still mad at the world, but she had calmed down by then.

"Did you enjoy getting a good look at my pussy?" she asked me.

"Me? No! What are you mad at me for?"

"You could have done more to help than you did."

I told her about being the first one there with a towel to cover her up, but that didn't seem to matter.

Next party she had, I asked her to help me out with Crystal, put in a good word for me, that sort of thing. Took some convincing, but I got a date with Crystal the next day, Saturday, to take her antique shopping. I figured since she loves antiques that would be something she'd like to do.

I pick her up and she wants to stop at an ATM and get some cash. She gets a big wad of bills and off we go.

We get there and she buys a kitchen chair, some 200-year old books, a couple of old canning jars, an old doll, and a V nickel that she paid eighty bucks for. (I asked her what she was gonna do with the nickel and she said, "I'm gonna glue it to my refrigerator door.")

Doesn't sound like much of a haul, but she paid over six hundred bucks for all that junk.

At one point during the shopping, I hugged her and we had a long kiss. It was great. I really felt good about the way things were going.

I took her home, helped her unload her crap out of the car, and she says, "I'm sorry, Vince, but I don't think us dating is gonna work out. I had a lot of fun, though."

"Uh, uh, okay. Call me if you change your mind." And that was that.

So I'm all bummed out and headed home. It was my turn to be mad at the world. My phone rings and I don't recognize the number. I almost didn't answer.

"Hi! This is Amanda." She's a big blonde, almost my height, and is a regular at Cindy's parties.

"You wanna come over and watch a movie with me at my place? We can order a pizza and I got some cold beer."

Almost said no, but decided to go.

About halfway through Casablanca, she asks me if I'm wearing underwear. I told her, "I never wear underwear."

She unzipped me, took out my penis, and began giving me slow oral sex. After a while she said, "Let's go to the bedroom."

We went at it all weekend. I didn't have to work Monday, so we kept on going. I didn't leave until early Tuesday when I had to go home, change clothes, and get ready for work.

For about two months, we were together in every sense of the word almost every day. Really hot and heavy stuff. I spent a lot of money on her during that time.

Meanwhile, Crystal complained to Cindy about how I go directly from her to Amanda immediately. Cindy told her, ""What do you care? You told him you weren't interested."

Me and Amanda weren't in love or anything maudlin like that. Eventually Amanda tells me it's time to move on. I was okay with that. I liked her, but the relationship wasn't built to last.

Couple of weeks later at a party, I overhear a conversation Amanda has with Cindy.

"I got this new guy. His nickname is Steakhouse."

Cindy says, "Steakhouse?"

"Yeah. His real name is Tyrone Brown but everybody calls him Steakhouse. Here's how he got the nickname." She shows a picture from her phone to Cindy.

"That's a big piece of meat. I don't think I could accommodate anything THAT big."

"He brags that it's a foot long, but I measured it while he was asleep. It's only eleven and a quarter."

Turns out Tyrone has a friend and Amanda sets it up for them to double date on Saturday. As usual for her parties, I help Cindy get things set up. I mowed her yard and helped her get the pool ready.

I sneaked back later to watch the festivities. There's some thick shrubbery near the pool and it's perfect for someone with voyeuristic tendencies.

Saturday night, Cindy's got a new one-piece swimsuit on and her big round glasses. Amanda is wearing a bikini that Tyrone/Steakhouse picked out and it covers almost nothing. It was not flattering at all for her big-girl body type.

Tyrone is a black dude about 5'9" and a buck-seventy. His friend Roscoe is about the same. Everybody's on their second beer when Tyrone makes his move and takes off his trunks. Roscoe does the same. They go up to Cindy and start peeling off her swimsuit. She's reluctant at first, but goes with the flow. Amanda starts going, "What about me?" but no response.

Once Cindy is naked, Tyrone starts bending her over.

Cindy said, "I don't think I can handle...OOF!" as old Tyrone rams it home. He's going at it with long slow strokes and then Roscoe takes his dick (looked like six inches or less and really skinny) and puts it in Cindy's mouth. While they tagteam her, Amanda keeps saying, "What about me?"

After a while, Tyrone pulls out and he's semi-erect. He goes over to Amanda and tells her to open her mouth.

She wanted him to at least wipe off first ("I don't want to taste her pussy," she said), but he makes her swallow it as-is. I was amazed that she was able to take the whole thing all the way up to his nutsack on her chin.

That went on for a while until Roscoe asked, "Are you ready?"

They pulled out at the same time and started stroking themselves until they nutted all over Cindy's face, glasses, and hair. It was a mess. It was like a train wreck, I couldn't look away.

Tyrone and Roscoe put their swim trunks back on, high-fived each other, and left. They didn't even give Amanda a ride home. She kept asking, "What about me?" as they walked off and left her.

I waited a while and then slipped away. I showed up about an hour later at Cindy's door. Cindy had showered and had a robe on. I expected her to be upset, but she said she had fun. Whatever.

She gave me a hug and just to mess with her I said, "You've got some white stuff in your hair."

She said, "Uh, must be some shampoo I missed. I'll go take care of it."

I gave Amanda a ride home. She was self-conscious about all the skin she was showing and I told her, "Too late to worry about that. I've seen everything you got. How's it working out with your new boyfriend?"

"There are pluses and minuses, I guess. You treated me a lot better than he does, but he does have a bigger dick. MUCH bigger. Sorry."

"And that's all that matters to you, right?"

"Pretty much."