At the Lake Part 1 SeXStoRY

Terry was 13, 5'5" tall, 120 lbs of muscle and had just landed his first summer job at a marina on a State owned lake. The boss was a man named Jim who operated the marina on a contract basis for the State Parks Department and was joined in the operation by his wife Nancy, who ran the snack bar and rental counter; his son Paul (age 19) who performed outboard motor repair and general maintenance; his daughter Jane (age 16) who helped her mother with the counter work; Don, the lifeguard and two other boys who worked only on the weekends, (Jeff another lifeguard, and Tom who helped Paul with general maintenance) and now Terry the "Dock Boy". The park was medium sized and included 250 campsites, a bathing beach, 150 rental fishing boats, 16 rental cabins, and a large picnic area. The lake was 11 miles long and although built as a flood control facility, was one of the best fishing lakes in the state. All of the cabins and campsites were full every weekend and usually all of the boats would also go out on rental to middle class, blue collar workers who frequented the park. Some families would spend the entire summer at the park, with the fathers commuting on the weekends. Camping fees were inexpensive and the k**s had lots of things to keep them busy. Although surrounded by youth camps and private cabins, no structures other than the marina and a couple of camp buildings were visible from the water, so to a person on the water, the lake looked 'natural'. As the "Dock Boy" Terry's job included cleaning all of the rental boats when they were returned by patrons, selling bait, gas, and on weekdays, mowing grass throughout the park and helping Paul empty the trash cans in the park. Don also was expected to help with the mowing and trash collection on Monday - Wednesday mornings before the beach opened. Terry's parents had a travel trailer which they parked in a back portion of the park maintenance area and this became Terry's home for the summer. Except for the weekends, he stayed there alone, sl**ping in the trailer and eating in the snack bar unless he felt like cooking his own meals. His parents were close friends of Jim and Nancy and they trusted his boss's assurance that he would keep him out of trouble. Terry's parents also had a 14' fishing boat they kept docked at the marina, which Terry used to get in some fishing himself on his Tuesday-Wednesday day's off, as well as to provide transporta- tion if he wanted to visit friends around the lake. Jim and Nancy treated Terry like a son and Paul like a little b*****r, but for some reason, Jane had always been antagonistic towards him; treating him like a pest barely to be tolerated. Terry had never done anything against the girl, in fact he always looked up to her (both physically and mentally). Jane was a classic "amazon", tall at 5'10", long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body which could stop trains; on top of that, she was very smart having never gotten anything but straight "A's" in school. Paul was a jock at 6'2" and 230 lbs of the biggest muscles Terry had ever seen; he was also less than brilliant when it came to school work, even though he attended a small college. Were it not for his athletic scholarship, he probably would not have even been admitted to the school, due to poor grades all through high school. On weekends, Terry spent all of his time working on the docks and was kept busy from early morning till late in the evening. There seemed always to be a customer wanting bait or gas or boats to be washed following their return. Most of the boats would be rented 4-6 times every weekend, so the workload was heavy. On weekdays however, he spent most of his time riding a mower, knocking down the 140 acres of grass in the park. The other boys handled the trash collection and heavy work and told Terry to keep mowing while they made the rounds with the pickup truck. They said he was too small to handle the trash cans, but Terry knew they were spending a great deal of the time they were gone, drinking beer or chasing the girls in the campgrounds. That was OK with Terry, since he didn't like lifting the heavy containers or dealing with the smell emanating from them anyway. He was content to handle the mowing and let them have whatever fun they could extract from that 'grungy' work. Working on the docks and mowing grass was hot work and Terry's normal working attire was a pair of cut-off shorts or swim trunks and tennis shoes without socks. He quickly acquired a deep tan which was the envy of most of the k**s in the park (especially the girls), and his hair bleached out to a pale blonde. He also found that his balls cooked when he wore cotton jockey underwear under the shorts, so he usually did not wear any. One of the benefits of doing the mowing however, was the fact that most of the girls in the park would sunbathe on the beach in the morning when their fathers, b*****rs and in some cases boyfriends went fishing on the lake. This included the boss's daughter Jane who filled her bikini to maximum capaci- ty. Every time Terry saw her on the beach, he marveled at her incredible body, especially her long legs which seemed to go on forever. Her ass and tits were firm and made his cock hard every time he even thought about them. It was not uncommon for Terry to have a hard-on the entire time he was cutting the beach area, with anywhere from 15-100 young women laid out in non-existent swim suits before his eyes while he worked. The fact that some of the girls would flash their tits at him while he worked and sometimes give him an 'inadvertent' glimpse of pussy hair or ass cheek did not help his hard-on in the least and usually ended with him going to his trailer to jerk-off during his lunch break to relieve the pressure in his groin. They knew damn well the effect they were having on him and grew bolder as the weeks passed. In addition to Jane, there were two other girls who frequented the beach and were staying the summer who caught Terry's eye. Debbie, a girl his own age and about the same physical size as himself, with long brown hair that reached almost to her ass and green eyes that grabbed hold and would not let go. Debbie was flat chested but had a personality and constant smile that Terry really liked. The other was Tracy a beauty at 5'7" with strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes with a firm athletic body and breasts about the size of softballs. Tracy was a year older than himself and apparently a close friend of Jane's. Terry's trailer did not have a shower nor did the park except in the regular camping area, so he would clean himself by going to the beach at night and taking a bath in the lake. Nancy, let him use her washer to clean his clothing which were then air dried on a clothes line. One day while doing his laundry, he noticed several pairs of frilly panties in a basket of dirty clothing in the laundry room. He inspected a pair and deduced from the size that they were Jane's rather than her mothers. Terry held the panties in his hands and liked the feel of the soft material against his skin, then gave them a tentative smell and could smell a mixture of Jane's perfume and her womanhood in the crotch of the garment. This excited him greatly, he immediately got hard, just thinking that these panties had touched Jane's pussy. Searching through the basket, he found a pink matching bra and proceeded to feel and smell it also. Making a rash decision, he stuffed the panties and bra into his pockets when he left and took them to his trailer where he hid them under his bed. That night after returning from his bath, he dug them out and masturbated, with the smell of Jane's body under his nose and fantasized about making love to her. After his orgasm, he put the panties on and thrilled to the feel of them as they passed over his legs and then rested on his ass and against his balls. Liking the feel of the panties, he decided to try on the bra which fortunately for him was the type with the front closure. When the soft nylon contacted his nipples, they immediately became hard and soon he was masturbating again; he went to sl**p that night wearing Jane's undergar- ments and dreamed of her lovely body. The following day, while mowing in the Camping Area, he saw clothing strung out to dry behind Debbie's parents trailer and looked closer as he cut the weeds at the back edge of the lot. Hanging on the line were 6 pair of dainty panties, which had to be Debbie's since her mother was not there that week and only her father and b*****r were at the lake. Again, in a rash move, after determining that no one was watching, he pocketed a pair of black nylon panties and then continued mowing as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Over the next two weeks, he managed to collect two more pair of Jane's panties and a dozen from clotheslines in the camping area, in each case he was able to identify the owner, which made his fantasies more vivid as he used them to masturbate. On his days off, Terry would take the undergarments in a duffle bag to his boat and go to a "Secret Place" he had discovered several years before, at the back edge of an old Boy Scout camp, where there was a clearing overlooking the lake. Here, he would sunbathe in the nude and jerk-off, rubbing the garments over his body and thrilling to the feel and smell of them. None of the girls noticed their missing garments except Jane, who was now short of 3 pair of panties and two bra's. She complained to her mother, but neither knew where they had gone. Terry overheard part of this conversation and decided he had better return her clothing, the next time he did his laundry (except for one set!). Terry also stopped his thievery for the time being, just in case the girls started talking to each other and compared notes. Little did he know, that they had already done just that, after he had acquired the second bra from Jane. The girls arrived at the conclusion that someone was stealing their clothes; the question was who? They set several traps over the next week in hopes of catching the thief, but since Terry had stopped, they were unsuccessful in their quest. True to his decision, Terry placed all of Jane's clothing back in her laundry basket the following Monday when he did his laundry, except the pink set he had originally stolen. Jane, it seems was the next to use the laundry room and noticed the return of one particular pair of red panties she had been missing. Checking with her mother, she found that Terry had been in the room about an hour earlier doing his clothes. She said nothing to her mother, but believed she had found the culprit. Now, the question was what to do about it? Jane knew that Terry took a bath each night at the beach, so she recruited Tracy, Debbie, and another girl named Susan (who was also missing a pair of panties) to help her. When Terry left the trailer, Debbie and Susan followed him to the beach, while Jane and Tracy searched his trailer for the missing garments. Terry left his shorts, shoes, and towel by the lifeguard tower and entered the water nude with only a bar of soap. The girls saw his ass reflected in the scant available light and wondered that it was not milk white, but looked somewhat tanned, and giggled to each other from their hidden vantage point. Meanwhile, Jane and Tracy had struck "gold" in the trailer, finding not only their own missing clothing, but all of the others as well, in fact more than they previously knew was missing. They gathered up the assorted panties and bras and proceeded to the beach area, where the other girls were hiding. "Where is he?" asked Jane and Susan pointed towards the water. "His clothes are by the tower," offered Debbie, who saw the large bundle Tracy had in her hands. "He had them all," Jane told the girls, "Including my best bra and panties set...I'm going to kick that little pervert's ass!" Her mind made up, Jane got up and walked directly to the lifeguard tower and picked up Terry's clothing and towel, took them to Susan and told her to take them back to the campsite used by her father. Jane then told the other two girls to come out and all three stood in plane sight on the beach by the tower, waiting for Terry to return. They didn't have long to wait before Terry swam back to shore, as he started to come out of the water, he looked up and saw the girls and immediately lowered himself back in to cover his nakedness. "Uh...Hi girls, could one of you throw me my towel?" "What towel?" replied Jane, who was standing with her arms folded over her breasts. "The one beside my clothes, at the base of the tower," Terry offered. "Nope...Nothing here at all," Jane said with a wide smile on her face. Debbie stepped forward with a pair of her panties dangling from her index finger and said, "Perhaps you would prefer these." At the same time, Tracy threw the rest of the stolen clothing onto the grass and said, "Or These You Little Pervert!" "Oh SHIT!" Terry muttered to himself, he had been caught and was in for it now. Jane walked to the edge of the water and looked directly at Terry, "Come out here now," she said. "I can't," Terry almost cried, "I...I don't have any clothes," he replied. "Come out, or I'll have to come and get you, and if I do, I'll beat your ass raw!" Terry looked at the beautiful girl on the beach and the other two behind her, but just couldn't f***e his body to move. Without further word, Jane walked into the water and out to his position, which was just below her crotch depth and grabbed his left arm. The feel of Jane's hand on his arm shook Terry out of his state of shock and he immediately attempted to pull away and escape, acting in a panic. Jane was not only bigger, but much stronger than Terry and maintained her grip. Terry's attempt to flee however, pulled Jane down into the water, and now she was really mad. "Listen you little shit, your coming with me, and now your REALLY going to get it for getting me wet!" Jane spun him around and holding him in a hammer lock on the left arm and by the hair with her right hand, she f***ed him to walk towards the shore. As soon as he was at the edge of the water, the other girls also grabbed hold of him and the three f***ed him up to the lifeguard tower and pressed his back against it. Terry was now standing completely nude in front of three girls he had fantasized about fucking, but who were now holding him spread eagled against the tower. While the other girls held his arms, Jane looked him over and grabbed hold of him by the balls, squeezing them in her right hand. "You had your chance, buddy, now you will do as your are told, or I will twist these right off." Tears were now flowing down Terry's cheeks, as he fought the pain caused by Jane's clamp hold on his balls. "Please...Please, don't...hurt me," he pleaded to the girl, "I'll...I'll do what ever you say." "Tie his hands with the rope on that ring buoy," Jane told the other girls, who seemed eager at the thought of getting back at the panty thief. They tied his hands together and then threw the rope over the seat, pulling his arms high over his head and forcing him to stand on tip toes. Jane released her grip on his balls and turned his body back and forth inspect- ing him, then turned him ass outward and had the girls secure his feet to the legs of the tower, spreading them wide. With Terry now firmly secured, Jane moved in behind him and ran her hands over his back and ass, squeezing the cheeks, then reached underneath and grabbed his balls again and pulled them back between his legs, with a jerk. "Arghhh...." he cried and his whole body trembled with fear of the girl behind him. "Now little Shit, I would like an explanation of why you stole our underwear and what you did with it," Jane said in a stern voice as she clamped down harder on his balls. "Please...Please, Jane I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to be nearer to you..." Terry choked in reply, "I...I, smelled them, and...stroked myself with them....and...fantasized about you while I masturbated," he whispered as he openly cried and his body shook with a combination of fear and pain. "Well now, that IS interesting," said Jane as she eased the grip on his testicles. Tracy, go get a switch for me, please." "Sure thing Jane!" the girl replied as she ran towards a stand of trees back from the beach. Turning to Debbie, Jane explained, "First we must punish him for stealing our clothing and for refusing to get out of the water, and for getting me wet. Then we can deal with these SEXUAL problems of his." Debbie shook her head in agreement as Jane considered how many strokes with the switch he deserved. Just then Tracy and Susan returned and Tracy handed Jane a 3' long switch she had procured. "I think 5 spanks for each article of clothing are in order to be deliv- ered by hand, AND 10 strokes with the switch for refusing to come out of the water AND 10 strokes with the switch for getting me wet! Terry's mind raced as he did the mathematics necessary to determine how many times they were going to hit him..."OH SHIT," he thought, 85 spanks (17 articles of clothing) plus 20 with the switch.