Three? No way!” I could feel another finger slipping between my wet lips. “How many fingers do you have inside me?” I asked curiously.“Fou...,” he said with conviction in an almost taunting voice.“What?!?!?,” I said! “No you don’t!”“Shhhh shhhh,” he hushed as he stroked my ass and slapped it hard. “Just take it bitch,” he whispered. He started rotating his hand thumb up then palm down stretching my pussy in all directions. He wiggled and moved his fingers making me moan and drip even. "Yay! Lulu loves fun. But here is like totally boring today. Lulu wants to be fucked in Emerald Lake, that would be hot."The guy hesitated slightly. Emerald Lake itself was about three miles out of town and I heard that not many people were allowed to take women up there. He told me he wasn't sure if that was a good idea and that we could be just as naughty where we were. Luckily he was young and so still got excited whenever he had an opportunity for sex as opposed to the older men of the town. I'm 6' tall and still at my college playing weight of 185, with a full head of blonde hair, blue eyes and a package that has no problem enticing a slightly drunk woman to forget her inhibitions and throw caution to the wind. Back in college, I was always fascinated that when a girl heard I had 8" between my legs, she'd do almost anything to get me in the sack. Even better, the girls I slept with couldn't wait to tell their friends about bagging my big dick, so next party I'd have several new. "When Jennifer did not move quickly enough, the woman cracked the cane across her bare shoulders, forcing a cry from her lips. Her hands dropped to the waistline of the skirt, unbuttoning, unzipping, and the skirt fell to the floor, revealing white string bikini panties that barely covered her front and back."The position," the man said. "Assume the position and turn slowly around."Now there were more murmurs. The panties seemed transparent, and she felt her face grow hot under the men's.