There’s not much to do in a small town but get into trouble.
Rusty and I have tossed beer bottles off of buildings, pissed on Old Lady Montgomery’s prized roses, and gotten into plenty of places we weren’t supposed to. So, when the word went around that the sheriff had closed off Beaver Lake with a big fence all around it, we couldn’t resist trying to get in to see what all the fuss was about.
Rusty thought it was aliens, so he be brought along his phone so he could take photos for the internet. I just wanted it to be a lake monster.
We parked the truck a little ways off the road. Luckily, the sheriff was just leaving in his car. He walked around the side with a pretty lady with long, black hair way past her shoulders and a breathtaking ass bulging against a wet police uniform.
I knew every lady officer in town and I would recognize an ass like that. She seemed mighty nervous. Her face kinda reminded me of Officer Wolcott. Good man. He’d always let us off with a warning. She was probably his sister. I’d have to ask him to introduce us. I could go to all night on an ass like that. Rusty had to adjust his trousers too.
Since the sheriff forgot to lock the gate, we didn’t need to even go over the fence. I’d been to Beaver Lake before. Good swimming, better fishing. We went around it a couple times. No nasty, bloated monsters or aliens. It was pretty boring.
So, I pulled off my plaid shirt and jeans. No better time to go skinny-dipping. Another place claimed by Rusty and Duke. I left my green boxers on and waded in. I was about to yank them off when the water started to feel weird.
It was kinda like a hot tub but not as warm. My feet slipped on something loose and I sunk with only my face showing. The feeling spread all over. I watched my burly legs wobble and shrink under the water. My arms melted too with all the hair washing off like dirt. My belly retreated till it was gone. I kept staring at my arms as my nipples puffed up.
“Holy shit, man!” Rusty gasped. He was still on the shore, half-dressed. My nips just kept growing and growing till a heavy set of titties jiggled on my chest. I could feel long hair spread over my right shoulder. My boxers felt strange. I was properly wet but looking at my soft body made me feel a warm kind of wet I’d never known before.
I caught a flash from Rusty’s camera, then another. “This has gotta be aliens! Damn, Duke! You alright?”
I shoulda been screaming bloody murder and fumbling around for my lost dick but my brain felt all fuzzy and nice. “I’m fine, Rusty. Gonna need some new clothes though.”
Looking at Rusty with his trousers off, I felt things I never imagined of him before. The bulge in his underwear looked ready to tear the seams. I stepped out of the water, my hips swinging in a sexy way without meaning to. My titties jiggled freely with every strut. “But first, I’d love to have some fun.”
I slid my changed underwear off and Rusty didn’t need more of a hint than that. Sucking him off came naturally. Riding his hard cock for an hour made me want for nothing else. I had my lake monster.
We got out of there before the sheriff came back and continued all night at Rusty’s place.
The next day or so, the fuzz lifted and I felt more like myself. The sheriff finally admitted some medicine company was dumping their waste in the lake for a kickback. He made sure I didn’t have no trouble, even got my name changed to Becky. It turned out Wolcott was the lady we saw with the magnificent ass. She was even down for an occasional threesome. Good lay.
With a clear head, I still didn’t miss my dick because Rusty’s cock in my dripping slit felt better than anything I’d ever had as a man. We still got into trouble a bunch for fucking in public whenever Rusty got hard.
There’s not much to do in a small town but ride a man’s dick.