Cfnm Story Indian Lake by Katrina
Another great cfnm story from Katrina, this one is pretty long and is an absolute corker!
Back in the early seventies, me and my older sister “Beth� would occasionally go to the cabin we owned at Indian Lake during the summer. It was a two bedroom log cabin that my Dad and his buddies built back in the 50’s. It was located in a great spot about 50 yards from the edge of the lake. The only thing me and Beth didn’t like about it was the community showers at the end of the campground. Since I was only 16 and she was 21 (and terribly shy about our bodies), we weren’t exactly thrilled about showering in a big open shower room with no partitions. We would wait until everybody was gone before we would take ours. (and then we would still only shower one at a time).
Well since our parents weren’t doing anything next weekend, we decided to take Mom’s car and go to Indian Lake. Just one more weekend getaway before high school started back up for me, and the final year of college for her. Our Father was strict and kept us on a short leash, but our Mom was pretty laid back. She told us that we could start dating at 16, but if our Father ever found out that we did anything more than kiss, he would take away our trust fund, like he had always promised. Well, that was enough for us, because we wanted that money bad. Besides, as Mom always used to say to us girls, there’s more than one way to enjoy boys, you know.
Me and my sister never really understood what she meant by that, so that night, after my Father had went to bed, the three of us stayed up, drinking wine and watching Johnny Carson. We somehow got on the subject and Beth asked her what she meant when she would say that about “enjoying boys�. I guess Mom was the “straw that stirred everybody’s drink� back when she was in high school, because she told us about how her and her girlfriends would tease boys and get them to do just about anything for them. I said, oh yeah, like what ?
Well, you name it, she said, but I shouldn’t be telling you girls stuff like this, it’ll give you the wrong impression. You know I stayed a virgin until I married your Father, but we still had fun. Beth said, come on, just tell us one thing. Well, OK, one thing, but you can never tell anybody, or your Mother will kill you dead. (yeah, yeah, whatever)
Well, she said, me and my girlfriends knew where the boys would skinny-dip, and we would go down to the river and watch them. I looked at Beth and she looked at me, and at the same time we said, Jesus Mom !. I know, I know, she said, me and my girlfriends were all still virgins, but we were a horny bunch. Well, I said, come on, tell us more. Where did this happen ? She said, actually, it’s a special place right down the road from Indian Lake. There’s a beautiful river there that isn’t too deep and has a nice sandy shoreline
You mean the river we used to fish at ? That’s it, she said. In fact, if you go to the spot that we usually fish from and take the path to the right, you’ll come to a point where there is clearing with a big tree that hangs out over the river with a rope hanging off of it. Yeah, we’ve been there before, Beth said, we stopped there when we went canoeing last summer, remember ?. Oh yeah, I said, I remember, it had a campfire still smoldering from the night before.
Mom continued, you see girls, back in those days, all the boys skinny-dipped. It was something they all got used to doing from swimming at the YMCA. The guys swam naked at the YMCA ?, Beth asked, Yep, said Mom, they always swam naked, no matter where they were, and they never thought twice about it. Back in the 50’s, me and my sisters would go with Momma to pick up my brother sometimes, and all of the boys from our school and even their fathers would be walking around or swimming naked in the pool area. Momma always told us that we could look, but we couldn’t stare.
Me and Beth’s mouth hit the floor. Well, what happened to that tradition ?, I asked. Well, what changed it was the 60’s, and the equality for black people that came with it. After that, the YMCA started getting more and more black men to join, and that was it for us girls enjoying the sight of the opposite sex swimming naked, at least at the YMCA. When black men started swimming naked in front of all of us white girls, the white men who were set in the old ways got really upset. White fathers don’t take too kindly to allowing their little white daughters to see full grown black men naked.
I only saw one naked black man before they closed it off to us females, she said, but it was a sight I’ll never forget. Beth asked, well, is it true what they say about black men ?. Mom looked at us, paused a moment, and said, well, let me put it this way, It looked about the same size as a black baby’s arm. Jeez ! no kidding ?, I said. Yep, she continued, and I almost passed out when he walked by me with that thing swinging back and forth. I remember him smiling at me when he noticed the terrorized look on my face.
He knew I couldn’t stop watching him either, because he proceeded to give me a show, or maybe more like an education. He turned around and walked away from me, giving me a chance to get a good look at his tight, black buttocks. I stared at his muscular ass cheeks as he walked in to the men’s locker room and entered the showers. From where I was sitting in the corner of the pool area, I could see right in to the far corner of the men’s showers because the door was always propped open. Since all the men and boys were already naked, there was no since in worrying about privacy.
I remember seeing him walk over to this corner and turn on the shower head and slowly turn around, facing me. He looked over and smiled at me sitting in the corner about 40 feet away, watching him take a shower. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from watching this well built, naked black man lather himself up under the water.
He made sure I was watching when he reached down and grabbed his ridiculously huge, black penis and lift it up as he stroked it at me. I don’t think I was more than 16 years old at the time, sitting there by myself, in my little wool tartan skirt and white blouse, looking around to see if anybody else was watching this. Needless to say, I was beginning to feel very embarrassed knowing he was looking at me while I watched him masturbate.
My face got flushed with excitement and I started to feel light headed. He was taking a risk doing that in the showers, as anybody could have walked in on him, but obviously he thought the experience was worth it. I would look at him, then look away, and then look back, giving him parting glances. I could see his big black balls swing as he stroked himself before my innocent eyes.
Soon, I couldn’t take it anymore and I got up before anybody saw me watching him. I walked over to where my mother was standing and tried to regain my composure. She looked down at me and said, why don’t you go get your brother, he’s in the locker room. Oh my God, I thought, I have to walk through the men’s showers to get to the locker room !. Momma said, hurry up and get him, because we are leaving.
So I gathered up all of my courage and walked over and strolled in to the men’s shower room. There he still stood, the large naked black man, underneath the shower head. He had stopped masturbating and was just washing himself off. But as soon as I walked in to the showers, he smiled and turned towards me and started back up again. I froze in my tracks, mesmerized by his forwardness. Here I stood, a 16 year old white girl with my curly blonde hair, wearing my little school girl outfit, watching a naked black man, standing only 10 feet away, masturbating in front of me.
I watched what he was doing to his huge black erection for a few seconds until I became light headed. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then opened them back up, only to see that he had walked right up to me. I was frozen with fear. He was much taller than me obviously, so when I opened my eyes, I was looking straight at his huge black hard-on. I was so shocked that I think I went in to a trance.
I looked up in to his eyes and he smiled back at me. I couldn’t help myself as I stared at his massive black erection which pointed right at me, only inches from my face. I could see the black fuzz that covered his gigantic balls.
I remembered my 12 inch ruler in grade school and thinking his penis was easily that long, maybe longer. He began stroking it again, right in front of my face. I couldn’t believe he was so brazen and shameless as to masturbate in front of a 16 year old blonde, fully dressed schoolgirl. If any one saw us, we would have made the newspapers. He must have realized how curious I was and that I probably wasn’t going to tell anyone, because, to my wide-eyed surprise, he started stroking his penis faster and faster, and his chest started heaving, from him breathing deeper and deeper. He turned a little to the side, and let out a groan as white creamy fluid spurted from the tip of his penis. It shot out at least 2 feet on to the shower room floor, one squirt after another. He reached down with his other hand and gripped his balls, squeezing out all of his semen.
I can only imagine what my mother would of done if she saw this large naked black man jerking off his gigantic hard-on in front of her little daughter’s face. I looked down at the contrast of his black nakedness and my little white shirt and tartan skirt. The thought of someone catching us soon came to me, so I covered my mouth and ran in to the locker room to look for my little brother.
Obviously, I’ll never forget that day, as it was probably the most exciting sexual experience I had, growing up. Well, with that, Mom says, the wine is definitely getting to me girls, so I’m going to bed. Yeah, I thought, she wants to go to bed all right.
I told her that before you go to bed, she had to tell us about this swimming hole down by the river. She said, just go there with your boyfriends, they’ll know what to do. God knows the boys that me and my girlfriends all grew up with did. What do you mean ?, Beth asked. They will skinny-dip in front of us, without us asking them to ?! Well sure, honey, that’s what boy’s love to do, among other things.
Like what other things ? I asked. Well, … oh God, I can’t believe I’m telling you girls all this. OK, but this is the last thing I’ll say. Well, every once in awhile, one of the boys that was skinny-dipping would sneak away in to the woods. My girlfriends and I would sneak through the woods and follow him. We all knew he didn’t have to pee, because they did that in the river. No, see, a boy who sneaks off naked in to the woods, does so to be alone with his penis.
Oh my God !, I blurt out, you and all of your girlfriends would watch boys masturbate in the woods ?! My Mom just smiled back at me. Beth falls over and rolls on the floor and starts laughing hysterically. Pretty soon, all three of us are cracking up. Jesus Mom, you were so perverted ! Didn’t you ever get caught ?! I ask.
Honey, she said, some of the boys wanted us to watch, just like the black man at the YMCA !
She said, once, me and my three girlfriends got ballsy one day after cheerleader practice, watching several boys from our high school skinny-dip, when all of a sudden, one of the naked boys sneaks away in to the woods. We followed behind him and kind of sneaked up on him as he was laying flat on his back, naked and rubbing his penis. We all quietly stood around him as he masturbated with his eyes closed. He was so into it, he didn’t even realize we were all standing over him with our hands over our mouths. We must have stood there in silence for five minutes, as he pleasured himself in front of us.
As he was about to finish, Marcy let out a little snicker, and the boy opened his eyes to see us three girls hovering over him wearing the biggest smiles he’s ever seen. Well, it was too late to do anything because his stuff started shooting up in to the air. We clapped and cheered as he kept masturbating until he was finished.
To be continued…
