One Saturday afternoon a plan was made which saw me heading over to Lac St. Jean and a short but pleasant trail through the trees along the lake. As l...ck would have it this trail began at the far end of a local beach so yes a little viewing pleasure was anticipated. Little did I know but this happened to be one of the unofficial semi-nude beaches, bonus!The trail turned out to be infested with blackfly, a most obnoxious pest, needing no further prompting I opted for the beach, that’s my excuse. “What's a matter fat-boy! You're obviously a better swimmer than me, so why don't we have a little race so you can show off some more!” George wasn't fond of confrontation. But he remembered what Linda had said to him about not backing down. He had to do it. It was the chance he was waiting for. He climbed out of the pool and chose a lane. “What's the rules?” he asked. Rocko threw on his goggles. “One lap. Whoever finishes first is the better swimmer.” “That's it?” “Hey fuck you alright!. It felt VERY good and I now was panting into Mrs. Perkins’ open and very wet cunt. I knew that I was close, yet I also knew what was next. I tried to resist my primal need to orgasm, yet I knew that the punishment could be even worse if I made a mess and orgasmed without consent. I lifted my mouth off of Mrs. Perkins’ warm and wet center.“I’m close, Mommy” I announced, “May I, please?”“Absolutely NOT” she yelled back. “How close are you?” she added with a small chuckle.“VERY close, PLEASE.... She was aware she had a stream of fluid running across her butt. She assumed it was hers. She wondered how long could he fuck like this? Would it ever stop? Would he ruin her cunt if he came? She remembered looking into his eyes.They were blue, like hers. He was looking back into hers. She felt they had locked into each other in some metaphysical way. That somehow with her mouth locked open in a silent scream, he knew what she needed to stay on top of the mountain that he had brought her.