Author's Note:
Listen. I've been promising this story for a long time. There's a pretty good chance it won't satisfy the various teasers and mysteries that appeared in earlier stories, but I'm okay with that. This is a sequel to Another Week On the Lake, which was a sequel to A Week On the Lake. The story also features characters from Lucky Cable Guy and Connor's Senior Year.
I hope you find this belated and oft-promised sequel entertaining. As always, my stories contain a lot of unrealistic sizes and abilities and that sort of thing and also a fair bit of dudes sucking cock in the group sex casserole, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help yourself to as much food as you like, and have a safe journey, no hard feelings. Otherwise, come with me."
Interlude
James, summer of 2002
Part of my mind had demanded that I regard Rebekah as a dream, but the changes to my body were not a dream, and Veronica was not a dream. At least not in same sense. Veronica was, in fact, a dream to behold, and to touch, and to kiss, but I'm getting ahead of myself a bit.
Rebekah left me alone in my house, still naked. I was beginning to wonder if my cock was ever going to go flaccid again. Should I call my doctor, because it had been way more than four hours. I jacked off in the shower twice and finally distracted myself with work long enough to forget about it. Later on I peed and realized I wasn't hard, but sweet Christ I was still fucking huge. My flaccid member was bigger than it had ever been with an erection. Thinking about being hard made me hard, so I jacked off again, and my third load of the morning was thick and prodigious, as though I'd been holding it for a week.
I looked at her note again. A woman named Veronica who I was supposedly going to marry. Or who a guy named Luke was supposed to marry. Rebekah wasn't even sure about her own name and she definitely didn't seem to know mine.
After I got enough work done to stay on schedule with my most important client, I drove in to town for a late lunch at the bar, glad to see Sam working the bar and her husband Bill on the grill. The place was almost empty, other than David, a regular, and a gorgeous black woman I'd never seen before. She looked like she was around thirty years old, but I could have been off by five years in either direction. I tried not to stare at the way her dress showed off her enormous boobs, instead turning to Sam to order a beer and a burger, but being greeted with a view of Sam's wonderful cleavage instead. My cock lurched on its own and I quickly took a seat so it would remain hidden under the bar as it expanded down the right leg of my jeans.
Sam caught me looking and smiled. She was in her early twenties, I knew from bar top small talk that she had graduated from college two years ago and now she was running the bar for her uncle. Her parents owned the towns only grocery store and gas station. She'd married her high school sweetheart upon her return to town, and she seemed genuinely happy with the choices that had brought her back to the little town she'd once dreamed of leaving. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and a stunning figure.
I greeted David by tapping my beer bottle against his and he motioned to the TV and rolled his eyes at the score of the baseball game.
I turned the other way to find the strange woman looking at me. "Hello, I'm Barbara," she said. "I just moved in to a house up at the lake."
"Me too," I said, shaking her hand. "I'm James. I've actually been here about six months, but I'm new compared to these guys." I motioned with my head toward Sam and David.
She explained which part of the lake her house was on, and I realized it was just a few cabins up from my own. "Welcome to the lake, Barbara," I said. We tapped our beer bottles together and she smiled at me with mischief in her eyes.
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Chapter 2
Will, two weeks before the Lake
When Becky and I got off the plane we found Leanne waiting for us at the baggage carousel. She smiled a dazzling smile and her green eyes made my knees week before she pulled me into a hug and kissed me hard, her tongue snaking into my mouth. Then she repeated the greeting for Becky, and my cock quickly expanded in my pants. I had to hold my travel bag in front of me like I'd just peed my pants to hide my obvious erection.
"I'm your ride," she said. "Plus I just wanted to see you." She smiled up at me and kissed me again.
Becky grinned.
You're going to end up adding a new member to our little group.
she said over the bond. In the background, Eva and Kaylee and Jack and Sophie immediately recognized the taste of Leanne's kiss and how badly I wanted to fuck her. My other lovers were hundreds of miles away now, but the bond had not been muted by the distance.
"We're going to stop back at HQ to meet Sabrina and Dan," Leanne said as she started driving away from the airport. "Then we can go check out the beach houses and we can probably all grab dinner down at the beach if everyone's up for it."
HQ was on the seventh floor of a huge old restored mill building in a small city about a half hour's drive from the airport. It lay on the edge of the river in the town's charming downtown area. Leanne drove her car around the back alley along the river wall and into an underground parking area. "Matt and Rachel inherited the entire building from their parents like twenty years ago," she said as we rode a large freight elevator slowly from the basement to the seventh floor. "But now it's owned jointly by the company."
The company was the production company Leanne had been performing with for the last few years. She was easily their most famous individual performer, although the company was more broadly known for their group sex productions. I'd been jerking off to their videos for years before I ever visited the Lake or met some of the performers. It was a performer-owned operation, and they did well.
"We might have a few people shooting a scene this afternoon, so we'll just have to be quiet and stay out of the way," she said. "We normally don't work on Fridays, but we have a couple newbie auditions."
The elevator doors opened up and down instead of two parting sides, and outside the main doors was a cage door that also opened upwards. It had to be hundreds of pounds, but it was on weighted pulleys and opened easily under minimal effort from Leanne. Right outside the elevator, Becky and I immediately recognized one of the newbies.
"Connor, holy shit!" I said, before meeting him in a hug and smacking him on the back. "What are you doing here?"
Connor had been something like Kaylee's boyfriend last year at the lake. He was from her hometown, and had traveled farther to be here than we had. With him was another tall guy his age, and two gorgeous young women, a tall platinum blond with bigger tits than Becky and a short, dark-haired babe with almost the same exact build as Eva, a nice big round bum and huge heavy tits.
"We're going to see how the pros do it," he said, patting my shoulder before turning to give Becky a hug. Becky smiled at him and kissed him and the bond told me she had a fond memory of his cock at the bonfire orgy.
"That's right, I've seen some of your stuff," I said. "You guys are all pretty close to pros yourself."
"That's mostly thanks to our director," the stunning blonde said. "Hi, I'm Madison." She reached out her hand and Becky and I shook.
