Lactating Lake Resort MILF Prostitutes Herself

Full-time residents in lake resort towns can develop love-hate relationships with the tourists and seasonal residents who they rely on for their survival.  The local economies in those areas are dependent on the whims of the real estate market and the vacation spending of those visiting the area.  That is especially true for lake resorts in areas with harsh winters, where the summer seasons are short.Those typically small lake towns have rather noticeable class distinctions, with real estate companies, banks, some resort owners, and other business owners at the top of the food chain.  Most of the locals are subsisting the best they can, as either low-paid employees for those businesses, or by eking out a living on their own, with fringe services, such as providing firewood for the seasonal owners.My name is Emma, and I grew up in just such a lake town in Northern Minnesota.  I’m married now, and moderately comfortable as the wife of a resort owner, although I do supplement our income with my own activities.  Some resorts aren’t as successful as others, and I learned to give of myself to help us be successful.  I will start out by describing my childhood, so you’ll better understand my later motivations.  My father was a small contractor, more of a handyman really, who helped seasonal owners maintain their properties.  The contracts weren’t very lucrative, since there was a lot of competition from other locals to provide those services.  For that reason, my mother also worked as a maid at one of the local motels.  My older brother, Cole, and I would have to mostly fend for ourselves during the busy summer months, living in our mobile home not too far from the lake.  We played in the woods and sometimes walked to the small library in town, and at first, I didn’t realize how poor we were.  Our town is so small that all the kids in the area go to the same schools.  It wasn’t until I got into middle school that I started to notice that some of the kids were dressed better than I was, and I realized that they looked down on those of us who were less fortunate.  I was also starting to pick up on some of my parent’s complaints about wealthy home owners and vacationers not treating them very well.My parents got into fights sometimes when they thought Cole and I couldn’t hear them.  It was always the same fight, with Dad accusing Mom of fucking the motel owner, and Mom denying it.  I was young and naïve at that time and didn’t know what to believe.  I remember thinking that it might have been happening, though, since she is very pretty and well built.  As I grew older, I realized that might be another example of how a well-to-do motel owner was taking advantage of his less fortunate worker.So, there I was, at the young age of fourteen, starting to understand and lament the social and economic disparities in our area.  That made me want to work hard in school and to support our family any way I could.  I looked and acted mature for my age, and it didn’t hurt that I’m also pretty.  So, I was able to get a job at a small resort on the lake, that is only a fifteen-minute walk from our trailer.That resort started out as a fishing camp, decades before I was born, but over the years they added rental cabins, a bar and restaurant, and a full-service dock where boaters could fuel their boats.  The resort also has a small beach, where their vacationing guests enjoy swimming in the cool, clear water.I could legally work in Minnesota at the age of fourteen, but they paid me in cash to avoid the payroll taxes.  I learned how to clean the cabins, change the linens, and helped around the dock.  That’s where I got an even better sense of just how much money those seasonal owners have.  Their boats are huge and powerful, and I would sit on the dock as they roared back out into the lake, wondering how they could have enough money to afford them.The owners of the resort were in their sixties, and their grandson, Austin, who lived with his parents Akbatı escort in Minneapolis, stayed with them for four weeks every summer, helping out as well as having fun.  He is two years older than me, and we became best friends.  Our friendship was platonic, though, at least until the summer when I turned sixteen.  I had developed physically since he saw me that previous summer.I’m five feet and six inches tall, and weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds at the time, with a beautifully-shaped, curvy ass, and firm, 34C breasts that looked big on my slight frame.  Austin could barely keep his eyes off me.  His grandparents also noticed the change in me and my effect on others.  The owners no longer wanted me to clean the cabins, and instead had me sometimes work as a waitress in the restaurant, but mostly on the dock fueling the boats.  They noticed how the men were attracted to me and knew it would be good for business to have me on the dock, drawing customers away from the other fueling docks on the lake.  They also bought me tight, high-rise bikini shorts and tight midriff t-shirts to wear, with the name of the resort emblazoned across my ass and the front of the t-shirt.  They asked me to go pantiless and braless too, and I know that my swaying and giggling tits got the men’s attention.I enjoyed the attention and comments I got from the men, and it made me feel so grown up.  Some of the men were older, in their fifties I guessed, but many were in their late twenties and thirties.  There were also many college-aged boys who were using their parent’s boats, and they were always flirting with me and trying to get me to party with them after I got off work, even when they already had girls with them.  There is a little cove with no homes along the shoreline, where those younger groups, including some in their late twenties and thirties, tied their boats together and partied.  Everyone was drinking, and the rumors were that a lot of the girls got naked and had sex with the boys.  I learned later that their activities were like those shown in those ‘Girls Gone Wild’ videos.   My parents knew that I was making good money at the resort, when I included the generous tips from the men, but I had to launder and store my shorts and t-shirts at the resort, so they wouldn’t know that I was parading around half naked in front of those men.I hadn’t had any sexual experiences before that summer, but it didn’t take long for Austin to take my cherry.  He had been back for only a week, that summer I turned sixteen, when we were out in the boathouse drinking beer after work.  It was easy for him to sneak beer from the storage area behind the bar, and that was the first time I had any alcohol to drink.Austin was eighteen that summer, and was going into college in the fall, so he seemed so grown up to me.  We were sitting on the cushioned back seat of one of the boats moored there.  After the second beer, I was feeling very relaxed, but not actually drunk.  That’s when he turned to me and said, “Wow, Emma, you are absolutely beautiful.  I see the way all the men look at you, and I can’t blame them.  I would really love it if we could be more than just friends.”He was staring into my eyes and moved in to give me my first kiss ever.  It was a little awkward at first, but I quickly learned to kiss him, and responded in the same way when he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  Our passions rose quickly, and before I knew it he was massaging my breasts and pushing me back on the seat.  That’s when it dawned on me that he intended to fuck me, and I was so turned on that I wanted it too.Austin pushed my shirt up and over my bulging breasts, and before he leaned down to suck them he said, “Emma, your breasts are just perfect, just like the rest of you, and I want you so badly.  Have you ever had sex before, and are you on the pill?  I’m sorry, but I don’t have a condom with me.”He began sucking my right areola and nipple Aksaray escort bayan as I responded, “No, Austin, you will be my first.  I’m not on any birth control, but I want this, and I think I’m in the safe part of my cycle.  Please take it slow and be gentle with me.”Austin took my hand and placed in on his crotch, as he continued sucking my breasts and began rubbing between my thighs.  I had never felt a cock before, but I saw my brother a few times accidently when I barged in on him in the bathroom.  The lump in his shorts was growing, and he was breathing harder and harder.  He reached down to unfasten and push down his shorts and underwear, and then pushed my bikini shorts down.Since having sex was all new to me, I was surprised when he pulled away momentarily, before turning around next to me, in what I would learn is a sixty-nine.  He looked at my thick, bulging vulva, covered in neatly trimmed, brown hair, and said, “Oh fuck, Emma, what a pretty pussy.  I’ve just got to eat you.”I had heard of oral sex before, but nothing could have prepared me for the great feeling of him sucking my pussy.  His dick was in my face, and it is what I would learn is a kind of average five inches long, and of normal thickness.  I wanted to return the favor to him, so I took his dick into my mouth and began sucking him.  I felt so naughty and at the same time exhilarated to be having sex for the first time, although I was apprehensive about him fucking me.At that time, I had no knowledge of how fast boys and men could cum when they are excited, so I was surprised when after sucking one another for only about three minutes, he pulled away.  He pulled me up and laid a towel down on the seat, before pushing me down on my back, and saying, “If this is really your first time, we sure don’t want to mess up the seat.”Austin moved on top of me and pressed his hard dick to my wet labia.  Then he kissed me, and I tasted my pussy on his lips.  He pressed his dick through my puffy labia, until he felt the resistance of my hymen.  That’s when he broke our kiss and said, “I know from experience that it is less painful for you if I go in quickly.  Are you ready?”I shook my head ‘yes’ and pulled him down to kiss me, as I braced for his insertion.  He pulled back and then penetrated me in one quick stroke.  The pain was intense for a few seconds, but not overwhelming, and he held still in me as I got used to his dick being inside me, as the pain subsided.  Then he began slowly thrusting in me, until I felt that he was all the way in.  I would find out soon thereafter that I was fortunate to have my cherry broken by a smaller dick like Austin’s.That initial pain turned into pure pleasure as we kissed, and he stroked me.  I didn’t want it to end and felt like I was close to having my first orgasm from being fucked, when after only about three minutes, I felt his dick throbbing in me as he moaned, “Oh fuck, oh shit, Emma, I love cumming in your pussy.  My girlfriend back home would never let me fuck her bareback.  You better be on your safe time, or we could have just made a baby.”He stayed in me for a few more minutes, slowly stroking me with his softening dick, and then stood up.  I saw the remnants of my blood on his dick, and the towel was stained with my blood and his cum.  I wiped my pussy and his dick with a clean part of the towel.  Austin seemed to be a little subdued after his ejaculation, but we were soon drinking and talking again.I was so happy when I went home that night, thinking about my first experience fucking Austin, but I also started to realize how reckless I had been to let him fuck me without either of us being protected.  And for some reason, I liked being fucked bareback that way, and feeling the cum shooting into my pussy.  So, on the way to work the next day, I stopped by the small women’s clinic in town.  A female nurse practitioner examined me, and she could tell that I had just Escort Ankara had my hymen broken.  It was a little embarrassing, since I had met her previously at a school event I attended with my mother.  She assured me that my visit to the clinic was confidential and congratulated me on having the good sense to get protected from an unwanted pregnancy.It would take seven days for the birth control pills to be effective, but I knew that I would be in my safe period until then.  Austin and I fucked almost every day after that, and sometimes more than once, whenever we found the opportunity to be alone in the boat house, storage room, or one of the empty cabins.The more we fucked, the more I liked it, and I also liked the way Austin always ate me out after we fucked.  I would have thought that was a kind of gay thing to do, but he enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed cleaning his slimy cock.  We were developing strong feelings for one another, much more than just lust I thought.  And as much as I enjoyed his dick, I would soon find out all men are not created equal when it comes to cocks.I really missed Austin when he went back to Minneapolis, after our constant fucking, but my new awareness of my sexuality and horniness made me a prime target for some of our customers.There was one of our customers, Adam, who fueled a cabin cruiser every three days or so, and he was always flirting with me and asking me if I wanted to party with him and his friends.  I asked around and found out that he was in his mid-twenties, and at the lake in his parent’s cottage, using their boat, before starting a new job in Minneapolis.I finally agreed to go with him one day, when I was getting off work early.  I didn’t know at the time that he intended to fuck me, but I sure didn’t mind when I found out.  I loved everything about being around and on those boats.  They are so clean, and the smell of the fresh air on the lake, the feel and smell of the upholstery, and even the low rumble of the inboard engines, were a turn-on for me.He was alone the day he picked me up at the dock, and we immediately headed over to the party cove.  He opened a beer for himself and offered me one on the fifteen-minute cruise to the cove.  He smiled when he handed it to me asked, “Are you even old enough to be drinking this beer?”I had assumed that everyone knew that I was only a teenager, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.  I gave him a coy smile and answered, “No, sorry, Adam, I just turned sixteen this summer.  Is that a problem for you?”He laughed and replied, “Hell no, it’s not a problem for me.  You’re hotter than hell and look like you’re all woman to me.  I’m just glad that the age of consent is sixteen in Minnesota.”I was wearing my outfit from work and knew that I looked good and sexy.  It was obvious then that he intended to fuck me.  I tried to act naive and teased him a little by asking, “Why does it matter about that consent thing?  Do you have something more than just a boat ride in mind?”He looked me up and down, and answered, “Just relax, sweetie, I think you’ll enjoy the party.”It was a warm, sunny day, and there were already a dozen or so boats in the cove.  We anchored and tied up next to a boat owned by Jerry, an older friend and neighbor of his parents, who looked to be maybe forty years old.  Loud music was playing, and everyone was drinking on the boats.  There was a pontoon boat in the middle of everything where some college girls were drunk and already had their tops off.  It was fun watching them dance around, with their breasts swaying and bouncing, as Adam and I drank our beers.  He gave me another one as soon as I finished the first.Jerry came over to talk with us for a little while, and he looked me over before saying, “You weren’t lying about this pretty, young thing, Adam.  Are you sure that she’s old enough to be out here with these raucous goings on?”Adam seemed proud to have me with him and responded, “Yeah, no kidding, man.  I’ve been watching her and trying to get her attention for a couple of weeks now.  I’ve seen her hanging out with her boyfriend, but he left yesterday.  She tells me she’s legal, so no problem with that.”Jerry went back to his boat about the time I was finishing my third beer, and I was feeling no pain. …