A date by the lake

Nat had been complaining that we hadn't had a proper romantic date since the night I had treated her burning throat to hot chocolate and my rock-hard cock, so when a particularly lovely Sunday came around, I decided to surprise her with a day trip to the most beautiful lake in the area surrounding our home town.

The lake was a popular destination for people our age, especially couples. I knew it was going to be fairly crowded but the weather was just too nice to pass up. After getting off from our bikes, we headed down the path to the lake. Small groups of people as well as couples were spread out all along the lawn, and several naked people were playing and swimming around in the water. Luckily, we didn't have too walk too far to find a nice spot under a tree; we only had to make a small detour because there was an impossibly cute, tiny 18-year-old who was talking animatedly with her friends. I walked up to her group already stroking myself and almost immediately popped a few strands of hot juice over her face and upper body.

The part of the lawn we were sitting on was actually part of a small café a little bit further down the way, and in theory we could have called for a waitress to bring us a drink, but apparently they were slightly understaffed today -- which was probably not helped by the fact that a few yards away from us, a couple was monopolizing one of the serving staff. The two lovebirds were locked in a sensual kiss while the girl was holding the waitress' head firmly in place between her boyfriend's legs. All we could see from where we were sitting were a pair of flailing legs in an apron and an abandoned drinks tablet a few feet away.

After it became clear we wouldn't be served anytime soon, I decided to just fetch us something from the café. I joined the queue at the counter and looked up at the menu board. A large sign caught my eyes:

SUNDAY SPECIAL! Jizz into Samantha's cleavage, get your order free! BUT: You soil it, you buy it!!

I could see the appeal. Samantha was what you might call "buxom", and her apron did a good job presenting her goods to the customers. Almost everyone in the queue in front of me was taking advantage of the offer, trying to aim their cumshots into Samantha's cleavage as she leaned over the assorted cakes, donuts, and sandwiches presented there. Some had good aim and didn't have to pay Samantha as she handed them their orders, their cum slowly trickling out from underneath her apron. Most, however, couldn't control their spray well enough and were obliged to buy whatever their cum had landed on. When it was my turn, I took care that Samantha was leaning over a piece of chocolate cake that I thought Natalie would enjoy as I emptied my balls in her direction. My aim was okay -- my jizz hit Samantha between her voluptuous tits -- but I had put a little too much **** into it, so there was a decent amount of splashback onto the chocolate cake. I figured Natalie wouldn't mind the extra icing at all.

When I came back to our spot by the lake, Natalie had already gotten comfortable in her hammock, which she had hung up in a nice spot. She was naked and reading a book, and there was about half a litre of semen pooling on her belly from visitors who had apparently taken a liking to the sight of her hanging there.

Just as I had suspected, her eyes lit up when she saw the cake I brought her and began shining even more when she saw the extra it came with. I bent down over her, gave her a long, loving kiss, scooped up a large handful of the wet white goo on her belly, and smeared it over her face and into her hair. Soon enough, she was smiling contentedly, drops of half-melted chocolate mixed with a generous helping of semen still covering her whole face.

We didn't do anything spectacular that day; we swam, we dozed in the hammock, and we had some lazy sex while all around us, a group of preppy girls chased each other with super soakers filled with store-bought cum.

Nat grumbled about rich kids who could just afford buying premium jizz by the gallon for any occasion. "Y'know, when Emma and I finally came of age and got our traditional gifts from our parents, we didn't have any of that fancy-schmancy juice! And it's not like our parents were stingy or anything; no, our moms bought us a gallon each! Of course, it was the mass-collected stuff from anonymous milk men, but we were perfectly happy! And anyway, you need time to really grow into appreciating different sperm notes. You can't just turn eighteen and immediately start snobbing over the fact that a '29 Stockdill Black is just soooo much more rich and earthy than a '95 Shillito Flow. It's like bitch, maybe first go out of the house and guzzle some spunk from the Wills and Tobys in your neighborhood before you pretend you could tell a $56k Fitzsimmons shot from Angus the fat, hairy bus driver greeting you on your morning commute."

She went on like that for another ten minutes. I always thought she was obscenely hot when she got worked up over inconsequential stuff and started stroking myself off while listening intently. I had managed to get off two good shots -- one of them directly into her mouth while she was putting particular emphasis on one of her arguments -- before she finally calmed down and resorted to glowering at the increasingly slippery girls still running around us.

But when one of the girls tripped near us and accidentally pulled the trigger, showering Nat in cool, exquisitely flavoured semen, her entire demeanor changed in an instant. She briefly looked like she wanted to clobber the little slut, but when a generous dollop of the rich-kid juice -- the label on the cumgun said "Cavill Royal, '58" -- dropped from her nose onto her tongue, she fell silent, and her eyes slowly lit up. She took one finger and gingerly scooped the rest of the Cavill from her face, taking care not to mix it with any of the other cum strands already covering her, and licked it off, savouring every drop and quivering with delight. She avoided my eyes because she knew I'd never let her hear the end of it, but I was too busy being glad I had finally found a solid idea for an anniversary present.

Meanwhile, the preppy little cumrag that had started the whole situation had apparently taken her fall as an excuse to tap out of her friends' game for few minutes and catch her breath. She was lying between Nat and me, her auburn hair dripping small rivulets of artisanal jizz into the grass in the carefree manner only rich kids could afford. The fall had caused her schoolgirl skirt to hike up and expose her juicy ass and cunt beneath it. Since Nat was still in cum-tasting heaven, I idly started to push a few fingers into the little whore's tiny asshole. She turned around groggily, and when she saw me, she jumped a little, her asshole instinctively tightening into a hard grip around my fingers.

"Jon!"

"Mia?"

It was indeed Mia, my study partner Keira's bratty little sister, who had just had her cumming of age a few weeks ago. Little rich bitch, thought she knew everything about sex since the first freshman's cumshot hit her in the nose on Ceremony Day, I should have known it was her from the start.

"Hey Nat, remember Keira, my study partner that I told you about, who aced her oral exam while having two examiner cocks stuffed all the way down her throat? Well, meet her little sister, Mia."

"Oh hey, nice to meet you!" - "You too!"

The two girls launched into the ritual that had become the standard greeting between women over the last decades -- politely sampling each other's crotches, giving appreciative little sniffs and licks and finally dipping the index finger in the other's vagina and giving it a swirl. When they were done, Mia turned to me, gave my semi-erect cock a polite tug, jiggled my balls, and said: "Well, it was nice meeting you two, enjoy your date, I'm gonna go drown some sluts in fifty-dollar jizz!" And with that, she was off running after her shrieking friends, brandishing her cumgun.

When the sun started going down, most of the families and groups left, and only the couples remained. I lit a few candles and played my favourite quacking playlist on Splatify. We had a small dessert accompanied by the succulent HD sound of slurping throats being penetrated by throbbing cocks. Nat laid her head in my lap and cradled it against my dick, and we looked out across the lake together, the soft, wet glurk-glurk-glurk sounds emanating from my phone's speakers mixing with the sounds of the wildlife around us.

Shortly before we left, we were witness to a romantic scene playing out a few feet away from us: A very shy guy in his early thirties had finally worked up the courage to pop the question to his girlfriend, who had obviously seen the moment coming from miles away. She was looking up at him with heart eyes while he mumbled and fumbled his words. It was obvious that they were completely smitten with one another; nothing outside of their blanket seemed to exist to them. They noticed neither us watching them nor the group of slightly drunk jocks who had taken up position behind the girl. After she had finally breathed her "Yes!", they leaned their heads together and exchanged a long, drawn-out, sensual kiss, while her whole body shook from the **** of two giant cocks being thrust into her asshole at the same time. Natalie gently stroked my balls with a romantic sigh while she watched the couple; the guy was gently stroking his now-fiancées hair, who was purring into his arm while behind her, a dozen burly dudes groaned and grunted as they emptied their balls across her calves and her gracefully arched back.