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Heat Wave

By: sherristone88



I still remember vividly the first time I saw him. I had waited anxiously outside the red door in the Bush Intercontinental Airport for more than an hour. Until now, he existed for me purely in photos, as a voice on the phone, and typed words across a screen. I knew only that he would be wearing a green t-shirt and jeans. I paced and worried, worried and paced, my eyes never leaving that door to Customs. God, would he approve of me?

We had met three months earlier on the Internet because I had made up my mind that I would never marry another American man. After spending time in the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland and having friends from England, I knew that either the Republic of Ireland or the U.K. would be the place for me, so I decided to browse through the AOL personals and see what England had to offer. There he was…a nice smile and big brown eyes. I sent him e-mail, and he replied. It wasn’t long until we were talking on the phone and falling hard for each other. Before he came to Texas, his first trip to America, we dabbled a few times in phone sex, but for the most part, we decided to wait for the real thing. And now, I was well aware that the real thing was about to walk through those double, red doors. Moments later, he did.

I called to him. He looked in my direction, smiled. I walked quickly to him, and he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek. Then we practiced small talk on the way through the airport and to the parking garage. 

My car was parked in a dark, rather deserted area of the garage. Inside the car, he leaned across and kissed my mouth for the first time. My heart raced. I had a summer dress on, and I felt his hand brush across my bare knee while our tongues touched. The day was hot, humid, and I felt perspiration start to trickle down my forehead. We pulled away from each other, eyed the empty garage around us, and then looked back at each other. He leaned toward me again, his hand caressing my arm, then my breast.

“Wait,” I whispered. I pulled the keys from my purse, started the car, and turned the air conditioner on. Too much of this without any air would surely kill us both! Moments later, we were well into it. 

His mouth moved from my lips to my throat, and any man who has ever been intimate with me knows that my throat is the key to my heart. Start there, and you will gain access to everything! I ran my hand across his chest and down to this belt where I fumbled a moment, then finally unbuckled the thing. Urgently, I pulled his shirt up and out of his jeans. I wanted to feel the warmth of his stomach, the hair across his chest. He leaned hard against me, his breath growing fast and shallow. I pushed him back against the door and planted quick little kisses across his stomach, my mouth moving ever closer to the half-open zipper. Lightly, I ran my hand across that wonderfully hard expanse that threatened to burst the seams of those jeans, and I felt myself grow wet from the desire to feel him inside of me.

He ran his hands across and through my hair, pushed my head down. I looked into his eyes and saw that he very much approved of me so far. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his briefs. And suddenly, there it was! That beautiful cock I had seen only in pictures was right before my eyes…and mouth. I wrapped my hand around it, applying light pressure. My mouth found his balls, sucked them in, first one, then the other, then both together. I heard him moan. As I pumped his cock with my hand, I moved my mouth lower, beneath his balls, and tongued his anus. I pushed his legs farther apart, running my nails lightly across his thighs. The goose bumps were my proof that I was doing everything right.

“God, please put your mouth on me!” he pleaded. I looked up into his horny, glazed eyes and smiled before poising my mouth over the head of his cock. I ran my tongue slowly around the tip.

“Is this what you want?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Oh, yes.”

I lowered my mouth around the head, suckled it gently for a moment, then more urgently. My tongue moved wildly up and down the head and over that sensitive place on the underside that lies just below the head. He was pumping my mouth hard now, and I could taste the pre-cum. Delicious! I pulled away from him.

“I want you inside of me.” He was in the passenger seat, so I reached across him and pulled the lever to lower the back of his seat. “Open your door,” I demanded. 

As he did so, I pulled my panties off and tossed them into the back seat. I slid one leg across him and out the door, my foot on the ground for leverage. I faced him, felt his breath on my face, my neck. He cupped both my breasts in his hands, and I bent over to kiss him.

“Fuck me!” I whispered into his ear.

He reached down between us, found my clit, and began to roll it between his fingers. “Like a little penis,” he said. “Someday I want to suck it into my mouth.”

“Someday,” I replied, as I found his cock and ran the head against the opening of my vagina.

“So wet and sticky,” he said.

“Yes.”

One inch at a time, I lowered myself onto that beautiful British cock, until it could go no deeper. I rested there a moment, still and silent, enjoying the way he felt inside of me. And then I began to rise ever so slowly, to the very tip, before thrusting down hard on him again. This time, I pushed down as hard as I could and began to rotate my hips, grinding into him. He fingered my clit furiously and found my anus with his other hand. My God! I wanted to scream. The danger of the being caught only added to the excitement of the moment.

I felt his head grow even harder inside of me, and I knew he was about to cum. Seconds later, he began to shudder, his cock twitching inside of me. It set me off, and I had my own glorious orgasm. For a few short moments, we rested in the aftermath, covered with sweat. 

“Long live the queen,” I said. 

“Only if it promotes tourism,” he replied. 

We looked at each other and had a long, hard laugh. That’s when I knew it was going to be one of the hottest Julys ever in my Texas history. 

Heat Wave



It was hot. Sweat dripped from my body. It was 102 degrees outside. My third floor apartment didn’t have air conditioning. All of my windows were open. I had five fans going, two of which pointed directly at my bed. I was completely nude and had even kicked off the sheet. 

I grumbled as I got up. The lights would only keep me awake more, so I ignored them as I walked down the hallway. The bathroom had a nightlight on, so that light made it easy to see the room. I slipped into the already filled bathtub, gasping as the cold water splashed me. The cold felt so good. I had left it filled for just this reason. I sat for a few minutes until I had little goose bumps. I stood up again and let the water sluish off of me. My nipples had gotten rock hard and for a second they ached. The hot air finally started to soften them. 

I ignored the towel and just let the cold water evaporate off of me. The nightlight was enough that I could look at myself in the mirror. At 5’9” I was a comfortable height. I looked most guys in the eyes. I was an aerobics instructor so I kept fit. My butt was slim and tight; my legs well muscled. I had childbearing hips as my Mom called them. My last boyfriend had called them fuck hips. Easy to grab and slam into. My breasts were bigger, but not saggy. I fit nicely into a C cup. My waist was trim and my belly rippled. I had worked hard so that I could see some of my ab muscles. Not quite a six-pack, but definitely getting there. During the Summer I keep my lower body hair free. I think it makes me look sleeker. Who am I kidding? It’s a hell of a lot easier to not have to worry about hair sticking out from bikinis if you don’t have any. 

I didn’t think I was pretty though I’ve been told so. I have high cheekbones. My nose is too small for my face, though some people prefer a “button nose.” My eyes looked Asian, long and slanted. My Dad still teases my Mom that I was the milkman’s kid for that. My eyes were blue while the rest of my family had brown. Another weird thing, I had red hair while the rest of my family had brown. Mom said Great-great-grandma was Irish. 

My entire body was nicely toned. It better be, I teach aerobics three times a day. It’s not bad money and the hours are flexible. Great for going to classes around it. I only have one year left until I have my Bachelors in Exercise Physiology. One more year…

The sweat forming on my body brought me back to reality. I was tired and hot. I just wanted to sleep, but so far that had eluded me. I dipped into the tub again and then headed down the hall to the kitchen. A nice glass of ice water would help. 

I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge door. It was only then I noticed him. I jumped and went to scream. I was suddenly slammed against the wall, a hand tight over my mouth. One of his arms was pushing my torso tight against the wall. His forearm was squishing my bare breasts. He was strong. Too strong. 

I heard an angry whisper…”What the hell are you doing? You’re gonna wake up…OH.”

Another man? Oh shit. I began fighting. I tried to kick out and hit his groin. Instead I hit my shin against his knee. I realized he was a lot taller than me. 

“Will you help me? She’s a feisty one!”

The other guy found a roll of duck tape. I heard the sound of it being peeled off and started fighting more. The hand on my mouth was released, only to slap me hard and cover my mouth again. I was stunned. That made it too easy for the other guy to duck tape my mouth. Then my wrists were pulled together and duck taped. I felt the circulation leave them almost instantly. I was turned around and Big Guy grabbed me around the waist, with my back to his stomach. He picked me up easily and started carrying me to the bedroom. I started kicking. It didn’t make a difference. I was dumped on the bed. I quickly tried to roll off. I was caught on my stomach with a knee on my back. I couldn’t move and I felt like I couldn’t breath either. 

“Nice of her to help us out by not wearing anything.”

“Yea. Did you see those tits?”

“Couldn’t help but see them.”

While they spoke I could hear their clothes being removed. I started crying. This was going to be bad. I was suddenly flipped over and my wrists held above my head. Big Guy flopped down on me. He was between my thighs and I could feel his cock poking my thigh. His stomach pressed against my mound. He reached up and caught one of my tears.

“No need to cry…don’t fight this and we won’t hurt you.”

I turned my head away of him and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard rustling in the room. I opened my eyes and saw the other guy going through drawers in my bureau. He just pulled them out, dumping them on the floor. He was smaller than Big Guy. His dark hair was longer. It looked greasy, but I think it was sweat. He looked Latino. Big Guy looked huge and Russian. Blond hair, blue eyes, BIG. If I wasn’t being raped I probably would have tried to go out with him. I tried to get a good look so I could identify them later. 

“Chica, you got any condoms? Or do you want to get preggo?”

My eyes widened in horror. I hadn’t even thought of that. Not having a boyfriend I wasn’t on birth control! Panic set in and I started fighting. I got my hands down and managed a good smack on the side of Big Guy’s head. His body still pinned me. My hands were grabbed again and slammed to the bed above me. I tried to scream but it was so muffled by the duck tape. 

“Really man, why you scare her like that?”

“What, you gonna spunk in her and leave the cops to find it?”

“No, but you didn’t have to scare her. Look in the nightstand. That’s where I keep mine.”

Big Guy had a free hand and was lazily rubbing circles around my nipples. Every so often he would pinch one, making me gasp. His smile told me he was enjoying it. 

“Found some!”

Huh? I didn’t have any condoms. Then I remembered my ex had left some there. I think I’ll call and thank him if I live through this.

I squirmed. Big Guy had leaned down and put his mouth on my left nipple. My entire body bucked. His mouth was so hot! I felt his tongue swirl and lick it. I felt my nipple respond by getting hard. He started sucking gently and I felt my nether region get moist. I started thrashing my head back and forth. No! This was not happening! I closed my eyes again, but that only made the feelings more intense. I opened them again to see Latino standing above me. He was smiling and stroking his rather large cock. 

“Hey man, you gonna need one of these…”

He handed Big Guy a condom package. 

“Thanks man. Here hold her while I get it on.”

Big Guy got up and Latino straddled my belly. He laid his cock on my chest between my breasts. He started squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. Then he grabbed both breasts and squeezed them together around his cock. He started sliding back and forth tit fucking me. 

OH my God! Heat…I realized Big Guy was licking my clit. His tongue was rough and… Oh God. I grabbed the headboard and held on tightly, fighting it…fighting the pleasure that swept through me. I tried to stop my body. I couldn’t. My hips started to buck, wanting more of his mouth. I was crying. How could I be enjoying this? I heard a chuckle as two fingers suddenly slammed into my pussy. I started cumming, violently. My hips bucked, my body tensed. Wave after wave…never this intense before. He was playing with that spot, rubbing, pushing with his fingers as his mouth assaulted my clit. I kept cumming, harder and harder. 

Suddenly the weight was off my chest, replaced by Big Guy. I shook my head as he slammed into me. I screamed. The tape muffled it. He was so big and I was so full. Heat, pressure, some pain as he was too big for me…but pleasure…of god…my body betrayed me. He started moving, his body leaving me…empty, open. He slammed back into me. It was almost a tease. He would pull out, slow and easy, leave me completely, and then slam back in, hard and fast. I didn’t know when he would be back. My body arched to him. I whimpered. He slammed into me, hard and tight and then just sat there. I tried moving myself, grinding against him. I heard his chuckle. Felt a wave of embarrassment flood me. He rolled over so I was on top of him. He held my body tight against his. My breasts pressed tightly against his chest hair. My nipples reacting to the scratching.

Cold…I felt cold against my bottom. I forgot about Latino! His hands spread something, wet, cold against my backside. What was he doing? The realization made me tense and start to fight again. Big Guy held me tighter to him. Latino was going to fuck my ass! I was shaking my head no, crying. He wasn’t stopping. Big Guy held my head to his shoulder like he was trying to comfort me. 

I felt pressure/pain against my bottom. Latino was trying to invade me. I tensed up more. Big Guy lifted me some, and then claimed one of my nipples with his mouth. The heat was distracting, but I couldn’t relax. I heard Latino gasping, almost moaning. His cock head pushed against me. Pushing, trying to force its way in. I couldn’t relax and the pain was almost unbearable. My body reacted and I tried to pull away. Big Guy held me tight. I was sobbing. I didn’t want this. 

“I’m sorry.”

Big Guy suddenly pushed on my shoulders. I was pushed back onto Latino, impaling myself hard and fast. I tried to scream. My body froze. I could barely breath. The two men held still, barely breathing. It was like they were trying to help me accept it. Then they started to move.

Big Guy started first. Lifting me gently. He rocked his hips and let me feel him moving. Latino reached under me and started fingering my clit. The pleasure and heat started returning. Latino started moving, slowly, steady. As one would withdraw, the other would impale. The pain began to leave and heat slowly built. Big Guy reached up and bit my nipple. That with Latino rubbing made me cum…hard. I stiffened, juices gushed out of me and I tried to cry out. I grinded myself against Big Guy and Latino pushed himself in hard. I was full. So full and so warm and…. I started to cum again. 

I felt both men moving, no real rhythm, just two men feverishly trying to reach their own ecstasy. I was caught up in it, moving grinding against both of them. My own orgasms building, fighting, until that wasn’t even enough. I wanted more. Both men were grunting, moaning, slamming into me. I was full and wanting more. Big Guy was devouring my breasts. Licking, sucking, biting. He went back and forth from nipple to nipple, squeezing, pinching. It was so intense and I was building more and more. I felt the peak and reached something so intense, pain, pleasure…I’m not sure what…I was lightheaded, choking in air…and then it was black.

It was morning…hot sticky, morning. I was on my belly. I was sore. I tried to move, to sit up and nearly cried at the soreness. My butt was on fire. My thighs sticky with my own juices. My wrists had deep red marks from the tape. It looked like the tape coming off had taken off skin as well. I lifted my fingers to my lips and felt the same thing on my cheeks. I gingerly rose and made my way into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw deep bruises on my breasts, my waist. Bite marks, handprints, and hickeys. I was covered in them. A handprint on my cheek from where I had been slapped. I went to turn on the tap water and saw the note.

“Had a great time. Hope you did too. Had a hard time leaving you. I’ll be watching you! -Lucien.”

Hmm…Lucien. I’ll be watching for you too.



Heat Wave



This summer has been pretty cool around here until the last couple of weeks before the Labor Day weekend. Unfortunately, the schools opened about the same time and the swimming pools and beaches closed because all the kids were in class. This isn't a big deal for my family since my kids aren't old enough for the swimming pools or beaches anyway. I did buy a small child's wading pool when my oldest one was about a year and a half old for such weather. 

Since it was the weekend, I hauled the pool out of the garage, filled it up and let the kids play in it all day Saturday. Normally, I drain the pool at the end of the day so that I don't have any accidents happen with one of the children, the neighbor's or mine. With this being the last weekend of the summer, I did the traditional grill out and stuff. I got a little busy and forgot to drain the pool that night. 

I finally remembered about water still in the pool late in the evening when I heard a splash outside the back window. In a panic, I ran out the door and around back. I was afraid that one of the neighbor kids had fallen in or something. Imagine my surprise when I got in the back yard and found a young woman floating on her back dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. It was dark, so I didn't recognize who it was at first. I was about to say something when she noticed I was there. With a startled scream, she sat up.

It was then that I realized that it was my other neighbor's daughter. She was only twelve years old when I moved in, just about to start maturing into the woman that I saw before me. I have watched her grow over the years, practicing cheerleading calls in her front yard, playing basketball in the driveway, dating the same boy for years, and finally graduating from high school this spring. She got herself an evening job waiting tables this summer and for the first time I got to see her coming and going dressed up in something other than gym shorts, sweats or a cheerleading outfit. She really did blossom into a pretty lady, and all the sports showed in a very slim and shapely figure.

My block sits on a hill. The yards are terraced so that for the most part, they are flat. Because of the landscaping, bushes, trees, and garages you can't see much from one yard to the other. It's great for a natural built in privacy fence without the restrictions of fences. The only problem though is that there is a street light smack dab in the center of the block, in the corner of my backyard, lighting up all the backyards on my block. One of my neighbors told me that many years ago, the neighborhood had a problem with someone breaking into houses and there was a city council member that lived on our block. Up came the light and the break-ins stopped. I always hated that light until that moment; it allowed me to see what would have otherwise been hidden by the dark. 

Being twenty years older than her, I never found myself attracted to her, or even thought of her sexually until that moment when she sat up. Her clothes stuck to her like a second skin. The light was dim, so I could just barely see the outlines of her areolas, and I definitely could tell that her nipples had been affected by the cold water and were poking out. She then stood up, and I could see the outline of her panties as both pieces of material clung to her.

I didn't know where to look. This was the neighbor girl after all and that it is pretty much what I thought of her: a girl, and as such I shouldn't be looking at what I was seeing. I did my best to look her in the eyes as I apologized for scaring her. I explained to her that I heard someone in the water and thought the worst, and I ran back here before one of the little neighbor kids drowned.

She in turn apologized for scaring me like that, and that she should have asked for permission first, but didn't think anyone would know.

I told her it was OK, and that she could continue if she wanted as long as she drained the water when she was done. 

I went back inside and I thought that was it. The next morning, the weather forecast was for another warm day, so I went to clean the wading pool and fill it back up. I found her bra lying there were she had left it the night before. I figured that somebody other than her would answer the door if I tried to take it back to her, and I definitely did not want to take it inside and have my wife get the wrong ideas, so I hid it in the shed. I could imagine trying to explain it to her father, "Excuse me sir, your daughter left her bra at my place last night," or my wife for that matter.

It was another long eventful day. I played with the kids outside, grilled lunch and supper and all the other fun things that you are supposed to do on Labor Day weekend. At the end of the day, I picked up the yard and was about to drain the pool when I thought about the night before. 

I had tried not to think about what I saw, but I do have to admit she has a hot body. Then, late in the afternoon, I saw her take off for work all dressed up, and I remembered how perfectly round her breasts were and how hard her nipples were. The swimming pool just brought back more memories, and I decided to leave the water in the pool. I figured that I would just keep an ear open for anybody getting in the pool. If she did get in the water, then maybe I could get another show; it was just looking after all, nobody could get hurt from that right?

It was getting fairly late in the evening when I saw a car park across the street. Looking out the window, I saw her get out of the car and walk towards the house. I kept an eye out the window on her and I saw her look around, and then walk down the driveway towards the backyard. After several minutes, I didn't hear any sounds of water, nor did I hear the sound of a house door closing. I got up some nerve, and quietly went outside, sneaking around back. To my delight, she was there. 

I quietly walked up to the pool and let myself be known. She didn't jump this time, but sat up with a big smile and said hi. To my disappointment, I couldn't see as much through her shirt as the night before. It was a button down and made of a thicker material only hinting at her hard nipples poking at the material. 

She stood up revealing that she had removed her pants. Like the night before, her panties clung to her like a second skin, and her pubic mound bulged a little bit, indicating that she wasn't shaved. Standing, she apologized again, saying that it was just so relaxing and that she hoped I didn't mind.

I told her no and that I had something for her. She looked at me sort of puzzled and I told her I would be right back. I walked over to the shed and got her bra. When I got back, she was lying on her back again with her feet hanging over one side. I found her pants and this evening's bra, and added the previous bra to her pile. She thanked me, telling me that she didn't even realize that she had left it behind. 

I was going to go back inside at this point, but when I got back, I noticed that the way she was floating was allowing the material of her panties to float as well, giving hints of what lay underneath. The street light didn't provide enough light that I could see much, but I sat down on the side of the pool by her feet and started up a conversation with her. It was just looking after all. 

I sat out there with her like that for about a half an hour before I decided it was getting late and needed to get back inside. She said she needed to go as well and started to stand up. In doing so, she brought one leg back in the pool and the other one remained on the ledge. I stopped what I was doing as I watched her legs spread, and her panties pulled tight. I know the lighting wasn't the best, but I got a quick view of the hair on either side of her panties. Then as she stood up, water got in underneath her panties and pulled them a little ways down. It was just enough for me to see the top of her pubic hairs. She quickly pulled them up and looked up at me to see if I had seen. I couldn't tell in the poor light, but judging by the expression on her face, she was probably turning two shades of red when she figured out that I had. 

I don't know if what she did next was intentional, but after she had her panties pulled back up, she turned around, bent over and grabbed her clothes off of the ground. This time it wasn't dark enough to hide the outline of her inner lips pressing against her panties. 

I just stared. I knew I should be moving; that I should be going inside. I knew that I could get in trouble if anyone caught me looking at her like this, but I couldn't help myself and just stared. My spell was broken when she stood up, said goodbye and walked away.

The next day was Labor Day and I spent the day at the park with my family. We got back in the early afternoon and with a little encouragement from the kids, I filled the pool up again; after all it would probably be their last chance until next summer. The end of the day came, and we went inside, without a second thought, I left the water in the pool, and the toys out. If she came by again, I wanted an excuse to go outside.

We put the kids in bed and kicked back for a relaxing evening watching some show on TV. I was to busy thinking of the night before, and listening for some sound of the neighbor girl outside to pay any attention to what we were watching. Finally, it was getting late and I had not seen nor heard any sign of her outside. 

My wife went to bed and I told her that I was going to put the toys away outside and I would catch up with her later. I walked around back hoping that the neighbor girl would be there, but I saw no sign of her. I picked up the toys and put them in the shed. I shut the door and was walking back towards the house when I saw her walking towards the kids pool. 

She was wearing a long tee shirt that went half way down to her knees. Because of its length, I was unable to tell what she was wearing underneath. It was made of a thin material, and by the way her nipples were poking through, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. 

She asked if it was OK if she went for a dip again. I told her it was alright, as long as she didn't mind me keeping her company. With a smile, she told me that would be all right with her. 

She sat down in the pool and leaned back. Up came one leg, and then the other as she hung her feet over the side. I was just getting to the pool when she did this and I watched as her shirt started floating up her body. I was expecting to see shorts, or hopefully a pair of panties again. But to my surprise, when her shirt got to the point where the shorts should have been, I only saw skin. Then when it got to where I should have seen her panties, I only saw pubic hair.

I looked up to see if she was looking only to see her eyes closed, and her head under the water. I looked back again, and just stared, trying to pay enough attention to tell when she came up so that I could look away. It was just looking right? It was only a few seconds before she came up for air, coming all the way up to a sitting position. I would say to my disappointment that I lost sight of her treasures because her shirt went back down, but instead I found out just how thin that shirt was. Her shirt clung to her like a second skin. Even under the street light, her shirt hid nothing. Unlike the two nights earlier, I could clearly see her areola as well as the nipples.

My dick started to get hard, and I tried to reposition myself so that it wasn't obvious. This is not an easy thing to do without going unnoticed when the person that you're trying to hide it from is only three feet away and sitting at eye level with your lap. Judging by the grin that she gave me, I'm pretty sure that my discomfort did not go unnoticed. 

She lifted one leg back into the pool, bending it and laying to the side. As you can imagine, this opened up the view to her lower lips and I just stared at her as she got comfortable, trying to decide were not to look. She started up a conversation about the weather and how she wished the pools were still open and that she was probably getting to old for them any way. Then we talked about college and what she wanted to major in, and what her plans for the future were. 

I did my best to look her in the eyes while we talked. I decided early in the conversation that this wasn't right and that I should be getting inside. I told myself that I would be polite and I stay until I found an opportunity to close the conversation. I don't know if I just wanted to look a little more, or if I just couldn't find the right moment. In reality, it was probably the hard-on in my shorts keeping me there. 

Then she leaned back into the water again, reaching up to pull her hair back. As she did this, she arched her back a little, lifting her ass off the bottom of the pool. Between the two motions, her shirt floated up to her belly leaving her naked from the waist down. This was the moment I was looking for and I should have left right then and there but some other part of me had taken control and left me sitting there staring at one of the most erotic sites I had ever seen. 

Next she sat back up, noticing where I was looking, a smile spread across her face. She started to stand up, but she slipped. I am pretty sure that it was intentional because she landed across my lap. She laid there for a couple of seconds and then looked back up at me. I knew she could feel my erection, and I knew what she was talking about when she looked back at me and commented that I must have liked what I was looking at. 

I was so stupefied by the moment, that I can't remember what my reply was to her. All that I remember was that the next thing I knew she had maneuvered herself so that she was sitting on my lap. 

The last part of me that knew this was wrong put up it's last little bit of a fight:

"What about your boyfriend?"

"We broke up when he went away to college."

"I'm married."

"She'll never know."

"You're to young."

"I turn 19 next month."

"I might get you pregnant."

"I'm on the pill."

"This is just wrong."

"No it isn't, you want me and you know it."

During the last of this, the other part of me that was winning had assisted her in removing my shorts. She had turned around and was now facing me. She had pulled my hands up and put them on her waist. She sat down, straddling my lap, slowly guiding my shaft into herself.

Oh what a feeling, she was tight and warm. I love my wife and she is without a doubt the best lover I have ever had, but this girl felt better. Maybe it was her youth, maybe it was all the high school sports she was in. Maybe it was just the first sex other than my wife's I had had in eight years.

She sat there for what seemed like several minutes. She sat on my lap grinding herself into me. We kissed, a hot passionate kiss, as our hands explored each other's body. We stopped momentarily to remove each other's shirts throwing them on the ground.

Next thing I did I would normally think was impossible, but I managed to stand up with her still wrapped around me. I walked us over to the grass and tried to lay down, momentarily breaking contact. Then I fucked her on the grass like it was the last fuck of my life. All thoughts of her youth were gone from my head; she had become a sex object laying underneath of me as I pounded away at her. 

It was only minutes before her legs wrapped around me again, pulling me into her, holding me still as she bucked from her first orgasm. When her body relaxed, we rolled over so that she was on top. For the first time I finally got to observe and enjoy the beauty of her naked body as she bounced on top of me. She definitely had the body of an athlete, well toned with a slight muscle definition. Her breasts were also small, but round and full, well matched for her frame. Her nipples were small and hard from her excitement.

She bounced away on top of me for several minutes before she came again collapsing on my chest. I took opportunity of the moment and let my hands roam her body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, her hard ass, and finally her firm and perky breasts. 

We rolled back over and went about it slow and gentle until I felt the sperm beginning to rise in balls. I pounded the last few thrusts as hard as I could before I came and then I went rigid as I shot my load into her. I went limp and laid on top of her waiting to catch my breath before I got up. 

This is when the part of me that was resisting her, the part of me that knew this was wrong took control again. I climbed off of her and told her, "This was a mistake."

"No it wasn't," she replied.

"This can never happen again." I said as I grabbed my shorts.

"Yes, you're right. You should climb in the pool and rinse off before you go inside."

I had my shorts in hand and was walking away when she said this. I had to admit it was a good idea. I wouldn't want to climb into bed with my wife smelling of another woman's sex. She was still lying in the grass when I climbed back out. 

"Even though this was wrong and it can never happen again, I just wanted to let you know it was good and give you my thanks."

"Your welcome," she giggled getting up and walking over to the pool.

...

That was a month ago and my guilt still hasn't let up. I find myself running into the house whenever any car pulls up next door in fear that it might be her. My guilt isn't so much that I cheated on my wife but more that I had fucked the little girl next door. I'm afraid that if she saw me again, she might try to start something up again and that people would figure out what happened that night. Or maybe I'm afraid that I might give in to her again if she did try. I know she is a young sexy lady now, but I still can't get the image out of my head of her shooting baskets the day we pulled up with the moving van.



Heat Wave



It was one of those summers when the days stretched out endlessly and people were happy for no particular reason other than the weather. Katherine always loved summer the best. Something about the heat always made her really horny.

In bed at night the heat was intense. She lay there naked, sheets twisted and discarded, dark curls sticking to her forehead, sweat pooling between her breasts, her hand never straying too far from her hot thighs as her mind drifted off into her favourite fantasy...

She was in a field, surrounded by far off blue hills. To her right was a farmhouse almost obscured by trees. The only noise was birdsong and the contented clucking of some hens picking about. She became aware that it wasn't just a field. It was a strawberry field, with dozens of rows of plants surrounded by straw. As far as she could see it was deserted.

She giggled like a young girl as she crept forward and into the strawberries, bending to pick some of the shining red berries. She shoved one into her mouth eagerly and began to walk slowly, bending from the waist, searching for the best fruit.

It was hot and actually pretty backbreaking work, she noted, as the sweat began to bead on her softly tanned skin. Looking about, she took off her thin jumper to allow the paltry breeze to kiss the hot flesh above her black push-up bra.

She began to gather the fruit in her skirt, happily popping every other one between her lips. Within minutes she had eaten several. Her lips and fingers were red and stained with the juice, and as she straightened up from crouching she sucked the sweet taste from her fingers, eyes closed.

She opened them to look straight into the eyes of a man standing before her, grinning not just a little bit lecherously.

She jumped a little. The man had obviously been enjoying watching her uninhibited display. Her reaction made his grin widen. He was quite entertained by her guilty expression, his sexy brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight at her.

He was naked from the waist up, wearing a brown gardeners uniform from the waist down. His body was well muscled with sparse chest hair and he was gorgeously grubby. She realised that not only was she stood in front of this actually-rather-damned-horny-looking stranger in her bra, but she was also giving him a teasing glimpse of her crotch by holding her skirt up with the strawberries inside.

Tearing herself away from his amused face she went to cover her breasts, and dropped the fruit onto the floor. They dropped down on their knees at the same time to retrieve them. Katherine became acutely aware of how close his strong tanned body was to her as he leant over her to reach one that had rolled away... then deep brown eyes met her dark blue ones in a smouldering gaze and the fight was lost.

He took her hand gently in his and kissed her fingertips, then her palm. She smiled, having expected more than such sweet simple gestures. His pants stretched over his thighs and she could see a reassuringly large lump growing at the top of them. She decided maybe he needed her to establish the pace. 'Very well,' she thought. 'I only hope he can keep up.'

The next second her thoughts were crushed, along with her breasts, as her handsome gardener pushed her down into the warm, sweet smelling straw and covered her lips with his in a luscious soft sensual kiss that just seemed to go on getting deeper and more urgent as he pressed his hard body into her soft one. She kissed him back hard, pressing her body to his to show her arousal.

He pushed her wrists above her head and held them firm. She felt herself begin to get slick as he unconsciously performed one of her biggest turn-ons. The next was the worst, she moaned and melted into the hot baked earth as his silky warm lips brushed the soft as rosepetal skin of her throat.

His mouth moved slowly over the stretched muscles of her neck and it became deliciously sensitised. When he started to bite softly it sent hot shivers down deep in her belly to her tingling pussy, and she gasped out loud, writhing beneath him.

His free hand began to wander over the full curves of her breasts, squeezing slightly and rubbing his hardness into her thigh, brushing his palm over the hard nub of her nipple through the bra.

Suddenly he made a violent jerking movement and she heard a snap. He had pulled her bra strap clean off its cup and was peeling it down away from her dark pink nipple, covering it with his mouth, but only breathing hot air over it for a minute.

She moaned, more in frustration than anything, as her breasts cried out for his lips. A light lick caressed the tip and she shuddered. He began to lick around it in torturously slow circles, then quickly devoured it, sending dizzying waves of pleasure all the way down her body culminating in her now wet and hungry pussy.

He delved in the other cup for her right breast and devoured the nipple like a starving man, holding her breasts up as he rubbed his lips over the soft velvet weight of them. Their eyes met again, hers glazed with desire, his alive with sex.

At last he spoke, a deep breathy whisper in her ear in an accent she couldn't place.

"Can I taste you?"

She didn't answer. She was already too busy urging him down with her trembling hands on the taut muscles of his shoulders. He began the tantalising licking again, over her hips and inner thighs. He was driving her wild and he knew it.

Getting desperate her fingers slid tentatively down towards her pussy. He stopped for a minute and breathed deeply, groaning softly as he watched her fingers penetrate her, coming out wet and shiny in the light, rubbing up over her clit. Her head fell back as she began a familiar rhythm. He shook himself and grabbed her hand, frowning at her in a devilish sexy way.

He placed her hand on his head, and her fingers wound into his glossy dark hair as his hot animal mouth moved closer and closer. She arched her hips to meet his mouth and he held onto them fast, holding her still as he began to kiss her trimmed pussy. He licked the silky wet lips, his tongue penetrating them to touch the tight hot aching bud of her clit, licking a small circle around it, teasing and nipping at her, only stopping now and then to taste her more deeply.

It was amazing; she was weak as a kitten.

She felt his hand groping to the side of them and looked up from the intense sexual spell she was under to see he had found a particularly large and juicy looking strawberry. He pulled back then crushed the strawberry above her swollen lips, sprinkling sweet juice, mingling with her own.

He set about sipping and tasting, finally holding her firmly then licking in soft rough licks over and over, her desperate cries echoing in the hot summer afternoon. Her orgasm built in her belly, white hot fire making her body tremble as it rushed through her limbs at the speed of light, her cries growing louder, regular.

Her lover raised his head and climbed up her body quickly, wrenching down his pants. His cock bobbed up immediately, impossibly hard, smooth and fiercely hot.

He grabbed her hips again and dragged her body to where he was kneeling. He positioned her facing him above his cock and she eased herself down the length of him, slick with the juices and hot, moaning as she was filled up completely. Holding her arms, he helped he ease back until her shoulders were on the floor, her back arched, him with a incredibly clear view of his glistening cock pushing into her depths.

They were both close now. The sex was urgent and rough, his thumb finding her clit as they moved as one, adding the last touch she needed to send her to ecstasy.

She shook and caught her breath and her climax rippled through her. The wet sucking vacuum of her pussy contracted around his bone hard shaft as he made his final jerking thrusts and lost control, spurting his hot cum inside of her. Her muscles milked him of his last drop, and they clung together for a moment, beating heart next to beating heart, before settling back, panting into the berry scented straw.

As her real life orgasm subsided in the dark night-time heat of her bedroom, Katherine smiled languidly, pressed her hot damp thighs together, giving her wet fingers a lazy suck. And she swore she could taste the ghost of strawberries in the sun...



Heat Wave



Miguel picked up his pace as he finished his last couple of laps around the track before he slowed to a walking pace. There were a few others on the track with him, mostly women but there was a man in high riding shorts and a tank top who was running sprints. Miguel thought about the possibility of pacing this man for sport but with this heat and humidity, even this late in the afternoon, it would be foolish. 

Running charged Miguel up, looking at other sweaty men in shorts with their strong muscled thighs working, moving gracefully. He often wondered what other joggers wore beneath their shorts or if he was the only one that used the inner lining of his shorts as underwear. His cock bounced freely on occasion, he'd see an ass in shorts that'd make him instantly hard and he'd have to adjust himself in the middle of his run. 

Miguel was infatuated with the man running speed work on the track as he cooled down and stretched. When Miguel sat down two lanes away from the panting man who had stopped his fast pace, Miguel looked up at him and his cock stirred. Thin, quivering thighs stuck out from thin black shorts as the man bent over to stretch his hamstrings, giving Miguel quite an eyeful of tight ass. 

Miguel stood up, walked towards the man and offered him the towel for his face. 

"Thanks man. I appreciate it. That's my last one." His panting between words indicated just how tiresome his speed work was. 

"My name's Miguel. I've seen you out here numerous times. You training for something?"

"Name's Kevin. I'm just a 5k man but you've gotta stay in shape during season, right?"

"Yup."

Miguel noticed Kevin's facial features as he examined the rest of his body. Kevin's small frame held plenty of definition beneath his tank top and shorts. The dirt on his shoes showed Miguel that Kevin did a lot of trail running. Miguel was sure he'd seen him before. 

"How about you? I've seen you out on the track doing speed work occasionally." Miguel's panting slowed as he patted himself off.

"I used to be a more serious runner but work has forced that to take a back seat. Now I rarely get out and when I can, it's out here."

"Peace and quiet among the roads and rubber eh?"

"Yup," both men chuckled. Miguel stood up, slipped off his shoes and threw them in his bag by the side of the track. Miguel's thoughts strayed as his mind twisted words. He'd like to see Kevin with just a rubber over his stiff erection. 

"Hey, you wanna go out and get something to drink after a shower?" Kevin's upbeat tone returned as he cooled down and chugged Gatorade from his sports bottle. Miguel watched droplets of the blue liquid run down the man's chin and his neck. He had to readjust himself before answering. 

"Sure, I live close by. We could meet somewhere."

"Or you could just use my shower. I have a Jacuzzi you could rest your legs in while I showered."

Miguel hoped for more innuendo in Kevin's words but figured it was just exhaustion from the workout. 

"Should we take your car?" Miguel scanned the near empty parking.

"I biked. What about you?"

"Black ford, over there." Miguel pointed to the F150 by the tennis courts. Kevin walked towards a bike that leaned against the fence, picked up the bike and carried it over to the bed of Miguel's truck. 

"She's all loaded up." Kevin said as he shut the gate. Miguel unlocked the doors and got in the cab, starting the truck as Kevin sat down. 

"Where to?"

"I'm just down the road in South Shore. Take a left at the first entrance and I'll get us in."

"Oh, off Masters drive?"

"Yup."

Miguel followed Kevin's directions and within two minutes, had pulled into Kevin's driveway. He looked at the beautiful front yard before his eyes gazed over the two-story house and sighed. His apartment was nice but the homes in this neighborhood were pricey. 

He got out, helped Kevin with his bike and followed him up the steps into his house. "If you'd like, the Jacuzzi is out back. Slip off your shoes and whatnot and get comfortable. I won't be long."

"Okay, thanks." Miguel walked out to the patio; the scent of Kevin's floral garden hit him instantly. Miguel admired the décor before turning his attention to the Jacuzzi. Kneeling down, he slipped his hand beneath the warm water and sighed happily. He slipped his shoes and socks off, sat down at the edge of the water and closed his eyes as the warmth calmed his aching muscles. 

A few minutes later, the screen door slid open and Kevin came out with two beers. He handed one to Miguel before sipping his own and setting it down beside them. "So, how's the heat?"

"It's wonderful. My legs feel better already." Miguel stretched out, flexing his muscles as he let the heat turn his otherwise strong thighs to jell-o. 

"Good. I always enjoy sitting out here with company or a longneck and relaxing after my run. Generally, after work this thing feels great."

"I can imagine. What do you do?"

"I'm a software engineer for Raytheon. Big VB, C++, Unix stuff. How about yourself?"

"I'm the guy that gets to wade through hours of code and fix bugs."

"Sucks to have your job."

"Sucks not to have my pay."

"Really." They clinked beers and took long sips before setting down empty bottles. "I'll get us another round in a moment." 

"Thanks." Miguel stretched his arms and shoulders before splashing more water over his legs.

"Well, have you been to a massage therapist?"

"Nope."

"I do that on the side."

"My body is so sore from all the extra lifting I've been doing." Kevin tried to stretch but instead stood up and slipped off his shorts, exposing pale naked flesh to Miguel and the humid summer air. Miguel looked upwards at the cock that jutted out in front of him before Kevin submerged himself in the Jacuzzi.

"I do this on a regular basis since I have my own backyard. Privacy is nice, ya know." 

Miguel forced himself to shut his mouth before he turned away. He closed his legs to hide his obvious erection, wishing he hadn't.

"You're not bothered are you?"

"No, it's not every day I hang around men who strip and show off their beautiful cocks like that."

"I was hoping for that sort of response. I've been big into nudity and you seemed like a pretty relaxed guy."

"I am. Hey, how about I massage those shoulders for you, work a little tension out?"

"Man, I'd love that. Lemme get us a few more beers."

"Okay." Kevin stood up and walked inside, aware that Miguel watched him as his cock bobbed as he walked. Miguel admired Kevin's ass as the door closed and he watched Kevin go into the kitchen. When he came back with two more longnecks, Miguel took one, sipped the cool liquid and set the bottle down as Kevin sank back in the Jacuzzi. 

"Let me get closer so you can work on my shoulders, Kev."

"Yeah, just like that." Miguel tried to conceal his erection better but Kevin backed into him anyway. Miguel went to work, massaging the tightness from Kevin's broad shoulders and working his way slowly down his back as far as he could go without readjusting himself. Kevin's satisfied moans let Miguel know how much he enjoyed the flesh work all while making Miguel harder by the minute. 

After a few minutes of Miguel's fingers working over Kevin's shoulders and collarbone region, Kevin slumped back against the concrete and laid his head between Miguel's legs. 

"Ahh, that feels much better," his relaxed voice showed a much warmer tone.

"Good. Just let the water and my fingers relax you." He worked over Kevin's skin further, moving his head and ridding the tension from his neck. "Wow, you're tight man."

"You're a fellow programmer. You know what it feels like to have all that stress bothering you while you're coding and your boss is needing those lines done ASAP."

"I sure do." Miguel knew that feeling all too well. He noticed Kevin's hand over his cock, making extra waves in the Jacuzzi and he smiled wickedly. After another few minutes, Kevin turned around and stared directly at Miguel's hips, eyeing him with fervor. 

"Can I pay you back for the favor?" Kevin licked his lips and Miguel's cock throbbed at the sound of getting head. 

"Well, I think something could be arranged. Let me help you decide." Miguel stood up, dropped his shorts and his cock sprang forward. Kevin eyed the dark skinned Latino's body, noticing the lack of tan lines. 

"Do you tan in the nude?"

"Yup." Miguel sat back down and scooted over the edge of the Jacuzzi so his cock and balls hung freely over the side. Kevin's mouth dropped, he licked his lips again and took Miguel's cock in hand. He tugged at his hairy testicles and Miguel sighed before Kevin's lips surrounded Miguel's cock. His skin tingled around his genitals; the skin on his scrotum began to tighten in Kevin's hand. Kevin ran his fingers behind Miguel's balls, feeling for the ridges as he slurped and sucked the cock in his mouth. Kevin placed his hand around Miguel's waist and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to him as his head bobbed and weaved on the pole in his mouth. 

He licked the head of Miguel's cock slowly at first, letting him moan pleasurably while letting his tongue play over the underside of Miguel's shaft. Kevin nipped each ridge and vein, making Miguel gasp with each bit of contact. 

Uttering something in Spanish, Miguel's cock twitched and quivered, his muscles tensed up as Kevin bobbed and pumped his own cock furiously in the Jacuzzi until the warm liquid filled his mouth, running down his chin as Miguel blew his load. 

When Miguel wiped the sweat from his brow, the smile that slowly slipped over his face showed Kevin just how satisfied his new Hispanic friend was. Kevin rapidly pumped his own cock, shooting cum in the water. 

Both men spent, Miguel slumped down into the relaxing water of the Jacuzzi, sitting next to Kevin. Miguel stared into the water, looking at the flaccid pink cock in Kevin's hand. 

"Do you feel any better?" Miguel broke their silence.

"Oh yeah man. I feel much better. More relaxed."

"Cool."

* * *

A week later, Miguel and Kevin jogged down a trail alternating between quick and slower pacing. Miguel took the lead, breathing heavily as Kevin chased him. Kevin's footsteps increased, pounding the rugged terrain below his feet as he followed Miguel, close behind. When Miguel slowed his pace, Kevin picked up his and both men breathed harder as they alternated for some time between quick and quicker until they both slowed down for a rest. Miguel's determination to keep up with Kevin surprised even him but the hot sex promised to him afterwards had him rearing to go another round. They'd met again a few days after their first encounter, going to a bar after work for drinks and ended up back at Miguel's apartment. Miguel loved fucking Kevin's tight ass, slipping his cock in and out of his hole to spurt hot come on his ass, using it for extra lubricant as Kevin jacked him off to another erection and second orgasm. 

That's when Kevin struck the deal with Miguel to see if he could keep up. The long legged Hispanic man scoffed at the thought at first until sex was thrown into the mix. Kevin came quickly as Miguel sucked his cock, noting that he'd never had anyone other than other white men suck him before. Miguel explained his unique talent as an appreciation for beautiful cock. Kevin couldn't agree more as Miguel slurped the last bits of come from him. 

After their run, both men were covered in sweat. The humidity had increased so much that it took very little time outside to break into a sweat and when the men got back to Miguel's truck, Miguel turned the AC on to cool them down before they left. 

"Hey Miguel, you wanna go hit a bar tonight?" The breeze picked up as the sun set. Kevin kept the door open to keep the windows from fogging up too quickly.

"Lemme shower first and we can."

"That sounds like a plan. Your place or mine?" Kevin wiped the sweat from his shoulders and chest before leaning back against the seat.

"Mine. You've got clothes at my place, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"What bar were you thinking of going to?" 

"There's one down on Nassau Road 1 that's new."

"You mean Raúl's." Miguel's eyes widened.

"Yeah, that's the name."

"Hey, I know the owner. He owes me a few favors. Maybe he can let us in tonight without paying the stupid cover. You know bands play on Friday nights." Miguel kept it to himself that he and Raul used to be fucking friends. 

"Oh, that's right. They've got some fuckin' blues band from Austin down tonight. 'Supposed to be a good show."

"Well we can catch that, have a few beers, come back, screw like dogs."

"Sure." Kevin admired his friend's complexion as Miguel took off his shirt and hung it over the back of his seat. When they got back to Kevin's, he slipped into the shower while Miguel cooled off in the pool for a few minutes before heading upstairs to shower in the second bathroom. 

An hour later, both men looked at themselves in a bathroom mirror, flashed lame smiles and met in Kevin's large kitchen. Miguel ran a comb through his short black hair, parting it slightly to the side in an adorable, 'come fuck me' fashion. 

When they walked into the club, a large bouncer greeted them, checking them for ID. When Miguel flashed his wallet, the bouncer eyed him carefully before a voice called Miguel's name from a distance. Raúl, a short stocky man called out again, "Hey Miguel! Jim, let them in. They're with me."

Jim nodded and all three men met up, shaking hands as Miguel introduced Kevin and Raul. 

"I hear you got a pretty jumpin' joint." Kevin ordered a beer as his eyes adjusted to the light and the pretty boy serving drinks. 

"Yeah man, we try." His thick accent made him slightly harder to understand. Deciding to make tonight more interesting, Miguel took advantage of his white friend's lack of bilingual skills. 

"Que tal, Raul. ¿Que haciendo?"

"Aqui no mas. ¿Que pues?" Kevin shook his head at the man's heavily accented

words.

"Vamos a visitar un amigo. Tal vez tendra ideas para recreación esta noche.

¿Me entiendes?"

"Naturalmente. Ya se." He glanced at Kevin, pointing to his mouth when

Miguel nodded his approval. "Pero, sabes que tengo que cerrar la tienda este

noche."

Kevin scratched his head and took a sip from the longneck handed to him by

the cute waiter. Raul led them to a table and they sat down as the bar

slowly filled with patrons.

"Que gacho," Kevin frowned. "¿Es possible que Jim nos haga el favor?

"Quizás."

"Pues, preguntale!"Raúl ordered a round of beers and the three drank while talking throughout the evening. Near 1 AM, Raúl excused himself and left Miguel and Kevin alone for a few minutes. Kevin leaned in closer to Miguel. "Hey, what were you tow talking about earlier?"

"Huh?"

"When we first got here. You two mumbled a bunch of shit in spanish. I don't speak the language."

"Oh, that. Well, we're gonna hopefully head back to my place and you'll find out." He spotted Raúl on his way back to the table. 

"Vale." The Mexican glanced at Miguel who nodded in response. 

Kevin held back a yawn on his fourth beer and Miguel took that as a sign for them to leave. "Listen, Raúl wanted to know if we were interested in coming back to his place to wind down." Miguel's eyes seemed to light up even in the dimly lit bar. 

"Sure. I'm game." Kevin knew something was up, besides his cock. He followed the two Hispanic men to Raúl's car, getting in the back seat of the little mustang. The new leather smell wafted to Kevin's nostrils as he enjoyed the ride down Egret Bay Blvd. It turned out that the large penthouse complex that both men passed daily was where Raúl resided. 

When they walked into the living room, Raúl removed his jacket, hung it neatly on the coat rack beside the door and offered the other men a seat. "Cerveca?"

"That I understand," Kevin nodded. Raúl handed him a Corona, popped two beers for Miguel and himself before excusing himself to his room. 

"Swanky pad he's got here," Kevin noted the décor of Raú's living room. He noted the big picture on the wall of the dogs playing pool, the expensive wine glasses hanging above the bar, and as he scanned the room, he came across the entertainment center, noting some of the titles of the films Raúl watched, including the numerous unmarked boxes.

"Good selection of movies," Miguel stood up, pointed to the large collection of gay porn. "He's got more porno than I've seen in a long time."

"Looks like a good choice, too. Some of these titles I haven't seen in ages." Kevin stood up, sipped his beer and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. The door in the back opened, Raúl came out, dressed in a satin purple and red silk robe that hung open loosely. 

"Looking over my movie collection, eh?" 

"Yup. Nice and large."

"I like it nice and large." He snickered and walked over to the French doors and opened them up. The cool night breeze flowed into the penthouse suite as Raúl stepped outside. 

"Hey, Raúl. I'm gonna catch a shower and relax."

"Go ahead man. Strip down, enjoy." The short fat man ended his statement with a loud laugh and Miguel disappeared in the back, leaving Kevin to get comfortable with Raúl. 

"Come, relax yourself amigo. Take a load off." Raúl's insistence couldn't be resisted as Kevin stepped onto the patio. The floral aromas reminded him of his own lush garden and it turned out that he and Raúl had similar tastes in their hobbies. They made small talk before Miguel came outside with a beer, wrapped only in a towel, his hair disheveled. Raúl let his robe fall open more as Kevin stepped closer, eyeing his cock in the patio light. Kevin's own erection stirred in his trousers at the site, and when he stepped closer, he swore he saw the glistening of precum as Raúl played with himself beneath the robe. 

When Miguel pinched Kevin's ass and undid the snaps on his trousers, Kevin let them fall to the floor in a pile before stepping out of them. He stood clad in his boxers and shirt, erect cock protruding from the slit in his boxers and Miguel grabbed him, startling him at first but when the Hispanic put his hands on Kevin's shoulders and began to massage them, Kevin relaxed. Raúl let the robe fall completely open now, sipping his beer as his cock jutted proudly out for the other two men to ogle. Kevin looked at the shape of Raúl's cock, fat and round, and gasped when Miguel's velvety lips sealed around his shaft. The towel that formerly was around Miguel's waist was now used to pad the wooden deck while Miguel worked his lips over Kevin's cock. Before long, Raúl worked himself to a faster pace, slipping a condom over his cock before Miguel coerced Kevin into a chair while he took him in his mouth.

Miguel felt the cold application of lubricant and he jumped, but relaxed quickly as Raúl slipped the head of his cock inside his ass. Miguel pushed back gently, moaning as Raúl filled him. Kevin felt vibrations from Miguel's moans over his cock and his balls tightened up while Miguel used his tongue to taste Kevin's precum. Raúl slid in fully with a grunt, thrusting slowly in rhythm with Miguel's movements. 

Miguel worked himself between the two men as Raúl grabbed Miguel's cock and jacked him off. Before long, all three cocks were quivering; Raúl shot his load first, coming with short grunts, groans and breathy Hispanic words. Kevin shot his load down Miguel's throat, calling out Miguel's name before Miguel's come soaked Raul's hand. Miguel swallowed every drop from Kevin's cock as another smaller load shot forcefully over his lips and face. 

When Raúl slipped out of Miguel, he removed the condom and threw it over the balcony as he reached for his beer and laughed. 

Later, all three men fucked again on the balcony, this time Kevin alternated between taking Raúl's cock in his ass and fucking Miguel's mouth again. What Kevin and Miguel didn't know was that Raúl's unmarked videotape had two new movie additions to it.  




Heat Wave



They would find out, meet again two weeks later and fuck again while watching the homemade porno while making another.



Heat Wave



I noticed them during lunch, around 12:27 or so. It was the middle of a heat wave and it was certainly getting to a lot of people. These two in particular were rather anxious to find shade, which is probably why I spotted them in an alleyway. They were kissing rather heatedly, their tongues wrestling with each other as their sweaty hands roamed all over each other's hot, sticky bodies. Normally, I'd leave a couple like this alone, but my curiosity got the better of me, so I hid behind a dumpster. Thankfully, it was brand new and hadn't been used. Shortly after coming to this conclusion, I looked back to the couple, to find that the woman had been stripped down to her panties by her lover. Her bare back - she had no bra on to begin with - was flat against the wall as she moved her head back and forth in pleasure, her long hair, stringy and wet from the heat, swaying with her movements. She was running her hands over her heat-moistened breasts, her nipples already thick and swollen.

When I managed to look downwards, I noticed that her lover was on his knees, lapping at her crotch like a puppy at his water dish. Her panties were already drenched, though whether from sweat, saliva or her own juices, I could not say. It didn't seem to make much difference to her, as she was moaning for him to continue, pushing his face deeper into her with each passing moment. At this point, my shorts were feeling rather tight and my body was aching to be free of this restriction, but, fearing the risk of getting caught by the couple or some random passerby, I ignored my own desires, for the moment.

He soon pulled her soaked panties down, revealing her wet snatch. With effort, I suppressed a gasp at the sight. Her lips were pulsing and glistening in the sunlight as she dripped like a faucet from her lover's slow, deliberate ministrations. She wasn't completely shaven, but had just the right set up to keep your attention. The woman's clit was throbbing, almost in misery from being neglected. The man soon took care of that, however, and attacked it, keeping within the slow rhythm he had set. With his lover's heavy breathing helping him, this was not hard. After a few more minutes of torturous pleasure, he moves his right hand around her ass and started fingering the tight hole within. This act drove the woman to her breaking point and she promptly sprayed his already wet face with her essence.

He stood up to kiss her as she rode her orgasmic high, covering her face with her own juices. As he did this, she grabbed at his pants with a ravenous need, as if she would go mad if they stayed on him one moment longer. He obliged, and the troublesome pair was removed, bringing his sweat-shined member to view. For the record, it was about an inch or so shorter than my own, but I suppose that's irrelevant. His lover certainly looked as though she would care less about such matters, as she quickly knelt down and licked at his cock, moaning in delight at its salty taste . She soon took it deep within her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth, taking the full length of him. She gripped his ass as she did this, making him thrust in her throat.

By this point, I had thrown caution to the wind and removed my own pants, stroking myself vigorously in time with her sucking. As her bobbing got faster and faster, he forced her to stop. She looked up at him in disappointment and confusion for a moment, before gleefully catching on to what he wanted. She turned, bent over and pressed her hands to the wall, presenting herself to him, unashamed and unconcerned about whoever may see. He wasted no time in taking her, thrusting in her hot pussy again and again. I watched from my hiding place as he fucked her like a bitch in heat, even calling her such, though she playfully barked in response. He soon put her back against the wall, holding her legs up and continued railing her even harder than before. Her moaning was loud and almost primal as her hips met his, splashing with sweat. 

Wanting a slightly better look, I peeked out further when the woman saw me. She looked straight at me, where I was...and what I was doing. I froze, hand on my throbbing dick, trying to decide whether or not to stay or slip away. Instead of act embarrassed, however, she shot me a mischievous, almost carnal smile and wrapped her legs around her lover, suddenly begging him to go deeper and harder. He did not see me - I would have ran if he had; he was quite buff and looked like a fighter - so he complied, banging her against that brick wall as she clawed his back. Strangely enough, she seemed to get pleasure out of me watching, as her gaze never left me. With no other recourse, I continued stroking myself in rhythm with the two of them.

She soon began moaning how close she was to cumming and he seemed to mumble in kind. I was feeling close, as well, but, of course, I kept quiet. Soon, the three of us hit our climax; the woman, releasing all of her juices upon her lover's cock, the man, filling her pussy with his seed and me, spurting my own cum upon the scorching hot ground below. The two began picking up after themselves, prompting me to grab my shorts and make my exit. As I did, I turned to glance at the couple one last time, managing to catch the woman mouth out something to me with a sultry grin: "Next time..."

Now, it's a scientific fact that a heat wave can cause illusions, even heatstroke. Even now I'm not entirely sure if I saw what I saw that afternoon. One thing is certain, however. This memory won't be leaving my mind any time soon.



Heat Wave



Hot.

Make that hot and bored.

For a fifth straight day the temperature hovered in the mid-90s. My room retained heat and gave no quarter even during the night.

My parents, the two greenest people on earth, refused to have air conditioning in the house. They even frowned upon fans because of the extra electricity they used. 

"Dress coolly and let your mind overcome your discomfort," offered Mom.

As if yoga or meditation could defeat tropical conditions. My summer job with a landscaper meant I was outside all day. I would drag my butt home and stay in a cool shower until I lowered my body temperature. Of course, my parents would get on me about wasting water. At least, I countered, I was not using hot water, which used energy to heat.

This weekend's forecast was the worst yet. The temps were predicted to hit 100. My parents opted to go hiking and camping in the mountains, where it would be cooler. They offered to take me, but I had to work on Saturday morning. Also, the thought of the three hour ride in a car with no AC was not appealing.

By one o'clock on Saturday I was home, showered and naked.

Without anyone around, I decided to just not bother with clothes. It was much cooler, well, it was at least much less hot. I was still baking.

My phone buzzed. I opened a text from Myra. She was at home and wondered what I was up to.

Myra is my best friend from grade school up to now. Although we attend different colleges, we still texted, talked and got together a lot. 

I texted her that I was just hanging around waiting until my blood boiled and finally put an end to my misery.

My phone rang and I answered.

"Hey, I hear it's hot."

"Myra, I wish I had your ability to identify even the most obscure fact."

"A natural talent," she retorted.

We chatted for a bit. 

"Hey, why don't you come over here? I'm sitting by the pool and it's not too bad. When I get too fried, I jump in."

"Sounds tempting," I said. "But it may be too much effort."

"What? Just ride your bike over. What else do you have to do?"

"Get dressed for one thing."

"Ooh, am I talking to a naked guy? This is getting kinky."

I laughed. Myra and I had always kidded around about sex, but never took any of it seriously. We each had dated others through high school and the first two years of college, but never drifted into a sexual relationship with each other. 

"Well, if you could see me dripping sweat from every bit, you probably wouldn't call it sexy."

"Every bit?" she said teasing me, "Even Mr. Dingleberry?"

When we were kids her mother used to call her brother's penis a dingleberry. Since then, Myra liked to make jokes using that term.

"Well, it's not dripping off him," I said. "He's resting on the floor and the sweat is just puddling there."

Myra laughed and said, "In your dreams."

"Hey, asshole, put on whatever and get over here. Besides, I'm bored. My brother and his girlfriend are gone to the mall and the parental units are visiting Granny. Have the place to myself. We could probably even sneak a couple beers."

Myra and I both were under twenty-one, but not unaccustomed to malt refreshments.

I pulled on a swim suit, t-shirt and sneakers and got my bike from the garage. I made it to Myra's house in a half hour. 

I pushed my bike around back and entered from the gate. I didn't see anyone and called out.

"Be right out," came a voice from inside. "Want a beer?"

"At least one," I shouted back.

I put my helmet on a table and peeled off my soaked shirt. Kicking off my shoes, I went to the pool and dove in. The water was not freezing cold, but refreshing enough to cool me. I was treading in the deep end, when Myra appeared.

"Make yourself at home," she said.

"You did invite me," I replied.

"Just kidding."

She was holding a tray with two beers and a bowl of chips.

I pulled myself out of the pool.

Myra set the tray on the table under the shade umbrella. She turned and looked me up and down.

"Zach, don't take this the wrong way, but you're looking hot—and not just because of the weather."

I did a mock body builder pose that made her crack up.

"Well, I've been working my ass off," I said reaching for the beer.

"Really?" she said. "Turn around."

I turned my back to her. Next I felt my bathing suit being jerked down. In a second my entire ass was exposed.

"No way, dude," Myra said laughing, "it's still there."

I put down my beer and pulled up my suit. I started chasing her. She ran, but I caught her in a couple strides. I hoisted her over my shoulder and trotted back to the pool. I pulled her down into my arms and then tossed her into the water.

She bobbed to the surface and I did a cannonball next to her, sending water cascading into her face.

We began a splashing war that lasted until we wore ourselves out. With the exception of her pantsing me, which she had never done before, it was like we were twelve again.

Climbing up on the apron, we looked at each other. She made a feint toward grabbing my suit. I reacted by pushing her away. My hands landed on her boobs. I felt the soft and firm mass under my palms. I pushed harder and she went flying back into the water screaming.

I walked over and got my beer. 

"Wow," I thought. "I just touched her boobs."

Myra was now standing dripping next to me.

"That was a cheap shot," she said.

"I thought you were going to pants me again."

"So that gives you permission to grope the goodies?"

I was worried I had offended her.

I started to apologize when she cracked up.

"I hope you enjoyed it at least."

"What there was to enjoy," I shot back.

"Prick," she said

"Cunt," I replied.

"Asshole," she continued.

"Twat," I said.

We kept this up until one of us could not think of a gross or sexual body part to offer as a retort. We'd been doing this routine since we were teens. 

Still laughing at how silly we could be together, we plopped down in recliners next to the pool.

"God, I miss you so much when I'm at school," she said. "There is absolutely no one who gets my humor. They look at me like I've got two heads. Zach, you make me laugh and that's why I love you."

"Not my awesome ass?"

"Well, I never saw it before today, but I guess I could add it to the list." 

We tipped beer bottles and relaxed. 

One of the great things about our relationship is we don't need to fill every second with talking. Sometimes we can just hang out and be comfortable with silence.

I looked over at Myra. She had on a blue two-piece. I guess it was accidently touching her boobs that made me consider her more as a woman than just a girl who's a friend. We were close to the same height, which makes her a tad tall for a girl and me a tad short for a guy. She inherited her mother's Italian looks of dark hair, almost black eyes and olive complexion. Myra is a runner and her legs are always toned and tight. She acquired a bellybutton piercing last year at college and it sets of her smooth stomach. Her chest is not large, but there is plenty to admire. Best of all is her face. She has a natural smile that showcases white teeth that benefitted from her father, an orthodontist. She's been my friend for so long that I sometimes forget she is a beautiful young woman. Today, however, was not one of those days.

She turned and caught me looking at her.

"What?" she asked. "Do I have spinach in my teeth or something?"

"Nah," I said. "You still look as geeky as ever."

"Fart head."

"Douche bag."

I offered to get us more beers. Returning I found Myra had put the recliner all the way flat and was lying face down. He top was undone.

I put the beers on the table.

"Getting some sun, I see."

"And you accuse me of overstating the obvious?" she said.

She reached under her chair and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen.

"Do my back, please"

I knelt next to her and squeezed some lotion onto her shoulders. I rubbed it in and let my hands glide up and down her back.

"Have you been working out?" I ask feeling her muscles.

"Been doing a lot of cardio and some weights," she said, sighing as I massaged her.

"Legs?" I asked.

"Please."

With my hands covered in lotion, I slid up and down her thighs and calves. She moved her legs slightly apart and I covered the insides of her thighs, but did not stray close to her sex parts.

"Mmm, feels good," she said.

I returned to her back and rubbed a few more times, my hands just touching the sides of her boobs.

I looked down at her butt covered with the bikini bottom. Maybe it was the heat or the two beers, but I lifted the waistband and looked inside. I gazed at the two white mounds. They looked perfect to me.

"Hey," she called out.

"Fair is fair," I said. "You saw mine."

"Yeah, but yours is a guy's."

"That makes a difference?" I said as I continued to hold up the bottom and admire her rump as she clinched her cheeks.

"Of course it does, dufus."

Although she made a point of sounding angry, she did not tell me to cover her back up.

"Maybe you might need some sunscreen there," I said half-kidding.

"Duh, I think the suit protects me enough," she said, but still not telling me to stop looking.

"Well, what if you didn't have the suit on...?"

Silence, but not like the comfortable silence of before.

Finally, Myra spoke softly.

"I guess I could stand to get rid of some more tan lines."

She lifted her butt off the recliner. I was frozen for a second, but then eased her bikini bottom gently off her butt and slid it down her legs. I tossed it on the ground.

I was staring at her naked back.

"Well, are you going to let my ass burn or what?"

I squirted two dollops on each cheek and began working it in. Her smooth ass was a wonder. It was both soft and muscular. All the years together, I had never seen any major part of her naked. Now, I was massaging a super nice ass.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Myra," I said as my hands ran over her cheeks, "you have a really nice ass. I mean for a complete fuckwad."

"That's so sweet coming from a dork breath," she said. "Zach, I think my ass is totally sun protected by now."

I let my hands linger on the white flesh. I then smacked her and sat back on my recliner.

"Jerk-off," she yelled.

"Ass-flasher," I said.

We broke up. She asked for her beer and I handed it to her. She rose up on her elbows to drink it and I could see the side of her boob hanging down, but could not make out the nipple.

She lay back down and we talked about school and just caught up on things.

"I'm getting toasted enough on this side," she said.

"Oh," was the best I could manage.

"Would it totally freak you out if I flipped over?"

"You mean with all your cootie parts showing?"

She laughed and said, "Yeah, all of them."

"I guess I could stand it. If I run in the house to puke, don't get mad at me."

She flipped me the bird and flipped herself over.

I know it's impolite to stare, but I could not help myself. Myra is fabulous naked.

She sat up and looked over at me. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined. They were white, round and rested proudly on her chest. Her dark nipples stood out from her tan colored areolas. Between her legs was a trim strip of dark curly hair. 

"God, Zach, say something."

"You've got tits," I exclaimed in mock horror. "And, you don't have a dingleberry between your legs. Oh my god, you're a girl."

Myra cracked up and threw the plastic bottle of sunscreen at me, bouncing it off my head.

I picked up the bottle and gave her my best impression of a lecherous leer.

"I can do the front as well as the back, my dear" I said.

"Toss it back, slimeball. I can handle it myself."

I threw her the lotion. She spread it over her breasts, making them bounce. She tweaked her nipples, I'm sure just to tease me. She covered her stomach and legs with lotion. She then glanced at me and slowly rubbed lotion into her pubic hair and all around her pussy. 

"Mmm, this feels so good. God, if only I had a real man to take care of me."

I pumped my chest and said in a deep voice, "At your service, my dear."

Myra looked me up and down and shook her head. 

"Come back when you grow up, little boy."

"Hey, who are you calling a little boy," I whined.

"The kid who's sitting there in a swim suit while a beautiful naked women is sprawled before him."

"You're not sprawled," I mock protested, "you're sitting up."

Myra laid back in her recliner, opened her legs slightly and ran her hands up and down her naked body.

"Uh, no fair. Now you're sprawling and making lewd gestures."

"Little boy," was all Myra said.

"Hey, Myra, you really want me to, you know, drop trou?"

"Why not?" she said. "It's not like we're going to jump each other's bones. Be a little daring."

I finished my beer and stood. Untying my suit I eased it down past my now erect penis and let it fall to the ground.

"Wow," said Myra, "I'll never call you a little boy again."

We both looked at my hard-on.

"Honestly, Zach, all these years we've been friends and you never let me know what you had. That's just not fair."

I stood still as she watched. I never thought she would be interested in what was under my pants. But, I was also happy that she liked what she saw.

"Well, we never played 'show-me-yours' before," I said.

"Not officially," Myra said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I know you almost broke your neck trying to look down my blouse a bunch of times and when I wear a skirt I can feel your creepy eyes trying to x-ray me."

"I'm offended that you think I would stoop to such behavior," I said. "I was just trying to see if you were inadvertently exposing some part. I could then caution you that there may be perverts who would take advantage of the view. Besides, you always wore a damn bra and I couldn't see a freaking thing."

"Right," she said. "Anyway, we've got all that behind us, or, in this case, in front of us."

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Let's swim."

We jumped in the pool and splashed around for a bit. I began to relax and my hard-on released its death grip on me.

After climbing back out, Myra looked at my now limp member.

"I like Mr. Dingleberry when he's not all in my face," she said.

"Technically, he was not in your face," I kidded. "But, if you want..."

"No thanks, Hairy Balls."

"Ouch, that hurts," I said. "I think it's rather masculine to demonstrate my high testosterone level by the fuzzy-ness of my heuvos. And, might I add that your grooming needs some attention, StubbleCrotch."

Myra laughed out loud, "Good one."

Running her hands over her shaved pubes, she said, "Guess I should have let Lady Gillette out for a walk in the garden today."

"Well, if you ever need a hand..."

Raising her arms, Myra said, "See, I already have two. Thank you very much."

"Just trying to be a friend."

We smiled at each other. It struck me we were talking and kidding each other just as we always did, only now we sat across from each other naked.

"After that plunge in the pool," I said, "I bet a lot of that sunscreen washed off. I think I should help you protect yourself."

"I think I need protection from you," she said.

Then, grinning widely, Myra tossed me the bottle and laid back.

"Serious?" I asked her.

"What? You need a written invitation?"

I knelt beside her once more. Squirting a pool of lotion onto her stomach, I smoothed some over her breasts. Feeling them for a fleeting moment before, while they were contained behind her bra, in no way compared to the sensation I was now experiencing. Her breasts were pliable pillows under my touch. I cupped each one, forcing her nipples to stand up. After releasing them, I let my fingers explore her areolas and nipples. Myra kept her eyes closed, but smiled as I rubbed her breasts. I knew I should stop, but I could not control my hands. I longed to take her nipple in my mouth. I started to bend toward her breast.

Myra opened her eyes. "Hey, there's more to me than a nice set of tits," she said.

I pulled back and spread more lotion on her stomach and the fronts of her thighs and shins. I was now at the crux, so to speak, of a dilemma. Do I touch her sex or not.

"Contrary to popular myth," Myra said, "it doesn't have teeth and won't bite you."

I dabbed some lotion on my hands and started rubbing around her strip. I let my fingers play through her tight curls and play along the rough stubble. I touched the insides of her thighs next to her lips. She spread her legs. I slid one finger along her slit.

"Ouch," I yelled.

"What?" she said.

"I know you said there weren't any teeth here, but you should have warned me I could get burned. That thing is on fire."

"Keep doing it, Gonad Groper, and you'll find some liquid to help sooth your pain."

True to her prediction, I soon found my finger covered with a strong-smelling wetness. I used some of it to cover her now partially exposed clit. Myra thrust up her hips. I made small circles around the hard bud and she groaned. I placed my other hand at her opening and slowly pushed a finger inside, while I increased the pressure on her clit.

Myra started pulling her nipples and urging me on through her thrusts. Adding a second finger, I slowly pumped in and out while keeping steady pressure on her clit. 

Soon, her breathing shortened and she let out a small cry. I could feel her vagina spasm around my fingers and more liquid flowed over my hand. Myra placed her hand on mine and eased me out of her intimate canal.

I looked at her as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. It was a sweet taste, made more so because it belonged to Myra.

"Probably didn't cool you off much," I said.

"Like I give a shit," she said and sat up to kiss me on the mouth. "Thanks, Zach, that was very nice. Also, very needed since I was seriously horny."

"My pleasure, and I mean that in every way possible."

We kissed again. Myra looked down at my hard-on.

"Lay back. Mr. Dingleberry needs some attention."

"Do you think we should?" I asked.

"Christ, you're thick sometimes, Zach."

Myra put a small amount of lotion on her palms and reached for me. She ran her hand up and down my shaft sending sensations flying through my body.

She cradled my balls in one hand and increased the tempo of pumping with the other. The fact that it was Myra jerking me off and the pure sensation of it made me rush quickly to the inevitable.

"I'm about there."

"Let it rip."

Myra pumped a couple more times and I exploded. I covered my chest and stomach through a series of five spurts. Myra kept working me until I was soft and the last drops nestled in my pubic hair.

She raised her hand to her mouth and licked the residue from her fingers.

"Not bad, Penis Breath. You must have a healthy diet."

I pulled her down on top of me and we kissed.

"Wow, what a show!"

We startled at the sound of a woman's voice.

We looked up to see a tall blond standing a few feet away.

"Sandra!"

"Hi, Myra. Your brother dropped me off because he had to swing by the office for a couple hours. Didn't know you were entertaining friends. I take it this is Zach."

"How long have you been watching," asked Myra as she stood and searched for a towel to cover herself. Of course, now I was openly exposed to this woman.

"Long enough to appreciate that you have one well-hung friend."

"Well, it's not what it looks like," said Myra as she wrapped a towel around her.

"It never is, sweetie," said Sandra kindly.

Sandra was dressed in yellow shorts with a white tube top. She was taller than Myra and appeared to have a full figure.

"Zach and I are just friends," Myra continued trying to explain.

"Myra, I think what you and your friend do is none of my business. I admire that you can feel free to enjoy each other. I won't tell your brother. He's kinda up-tight about some things. Like, he never wants to get naked around my apartment. I, on the other hand, could live without clothes. Actually, I like that this pool now seems to be clothing optional. I've been wanting to skinny-dip since I got here."




Heat Wave



Sandra pulled her top off revealing large, natural breasts. She dropped her shorts and panties in one motion, and stepped out of them. She had a closely cropped thin strip of blond that allowed her prominent sex lips to show.

She walked to the edge and dove in.

Myra looked at me and shrugged.

"Guess she must be suffering heat stroke or something and needed an emergency cooling off" I offered.

"Probably."

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Go for a swim."

"Brilliant idea, Semen Sucker."

Myra laughed and punched my arm.

"Don't get any ideas that this will become a regular thing," she said

"Define regular."

"Well, definitely not more than three or four times a day."

"I can live with that," I said.

"Hey, are you guys coming in? The water's fine."

"Actually," I thought, "everything is fine."

With Myra's hand in mine, we took the plunge.

####

MR. FIX-IT

The heat wave was making everyone crazy.

My girlfriend took the call from her sister and kept looking at me as she spoke. 

"I'm sure Brad would be happy to help," she said with a smile in my direction.

Sheila clicked off and said, "Caty is going out of her mind. You have to help her."

Sheila's sister was two years older and a relatively sane person. I was at a loss as to what was driving her crazy.

"What's up?"

"Her air conditioner died. Jerome is gone until the end of the month and she is not supposed to leave the house. She's wondering if you could go over and take a look. She tried calling a repair person but they're all tied up on service calls. She does not want to pay double for a weekend service visit."

Caty lived about 20 miles away. Her husband was a salesman who covered much of the mid-west. It was not unusual for him to be gone for weeks at a time. What really made matters worse is that Caty is six months pregnant. Her doctor has ordered her to bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy.

I'm Sheila's family's semi-official fix-it guy. I run a small electronics repair business and have always worked with my hands. In spite of my degree in electrical engineering, I prefer being on my own rather than in a large company.

"I can go take a look," I said. "Wanna come along?"

"I'm supposed to go over to Mom's tonight to decorate for Caty's baby shower. Actually, I was thinking of staying over there and we can finish up tomorrow. Would you mind going by yourself?"

I agreed. I grabbed my toolkit and threw it in the back of my truck. I thought I'd better bring some fans, just in case I couldn't get the AC working.

Sheila called Caty and told her I was on my way.

I pulled into the driveway about 40 minutes later. The traffic was heavy at this time on a Friday afternoon. I took my toolkit and knocked on the door.

Caty opened it and welcomed me in. The house felt like a sauna. Caty was red-faced and looked as uncomfortable as a person could. 

"Brad, thank you so much. I hope you can do something, because I cannot stand this for another minute. To tell the truth, before you arrived I was sitting here naked. I can't stand even the feel of these clothes. Please tell me you can fix it."

Caty was wearing a long maternity-style sun dress. I momentarily flashed on what her body would look like without it. Caty is pretty, blond and petite. She is still pretty and blond, but now her small frame is overshadowed by her protruding belly. Her face is slightly puffy, but I think most of that is from the heat.

I had my fantasies regarding Caty. Before she became pregnant, she had the tightest little body. Her smallish breasts always looked so tempting in the tight shirts she liked to wear. Like her sister, she displayed a full rump and shapely legs. She and I got along fine and we did a bit of innocent flirting. Sheila was always around and thought it was cute. The three of us shared a mutual attraction, but it was never more than a lot of double entendres and a slap on the butt now and then. It also didn't include Jerome, who was a bit of a jerk and often not around.

"Well, let me take a look. It may take a while."

I went out back to check the central unit. Their backyard was small, in keeping with the modest ranch-style house. It did have a pool. Jerome said they weren't looking for one when they bought, but they liked everything else about the place, so they accepted the hassle of maintaining the pool.

I pulled the cover and killed the power. I checked all the connections and looked for obvious problems. Finding none, I powered it back on. I soon discovered that the pump was not working. It was old and had probably just worn out. 

I turned it back off and went in to report to Caty.

I slid open the kitchen door and heard a shriek. 

I glanced at the naked back of my sister ducking around the corner.

"Oops," I called out, "sorry."

"Shit, I thought you'd be out there longer. I couldn't stand my clothes. Can you hand me my dress, it's on the floor by the island."

I picked up the light cotton garment and reached around the corner. A hand reached around and took it from me. In a moment she reappeared, now dressed.

"God, that's embarrassing," she said.

"It's ok, Caty," I reassured her.

"But you saw me naked."

"Just a quick glimpse of your back," I told her.

"Well, with the size of my ass these days, I'm sure it was more than enough."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're pregnant. You should put on some weight. And, don't go thinking that I'm saying you're fat. Actually, you looked beautiful."

Caty laughed. "Right. You're sweet, Brad. But, a jumbo butt is not beautiful."

"I guess you haven't looked in a mirror lately," I said grinning. "What I saw is not a jumbo butt. It was a great butt."

I realized I might have crossed the line with that last comment. I started to apologize but Caty cut me off.

"It's ok, Brad. Thanks for the compliment. They're in short supply these days."

I didn't press her on that last comment.

"So, what's the verdict?"

"Classic good and bad news."

She arched an eyebrow.

"Good news is that I discovered you have a blown pump. It's relatively easy to fix and not all that expensive. Bad news is I doubt I can get a part tonight. I may be able to find one in the morning, depending if the plumbing suppliers are open on a Saturday."

"Shit."

I thought she was going to cry.

"Hey, I wish I could do something else, but..."

"Oh, Brad, I'm not upset with you. I appreciate you coming out here. I know you're doing everything you can. It's just that I should be in bed and resting. But, it is so freaking hot in that bedroom, I can hardly stand it. Now, I may have to put up with this for another couple days if you can't find a part. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. That's all."

Her eyes teared up. I was tempted to give her a hug to comfort her. I think she sensed my awkwardness and walked toward me.

"Brad, I won't bite." 

I smiled and opened my arms. She rested her head on my chest and I gently squeezed her. She began sobbing openly.

I rubbed her back and could feel the heat emanating from her body.

I had no words, so remained silent and hugged her. I had never been this close to a pregnant body. I was amazed at how hard her stomach felt pushing against me. I was also a bit shocked to feel how big her breasts felt against my chest and the hardness of her nipples since they were only shielded by the thin cotton dress.

In a few minutes, she got herself under control.

She broke free and I kissed the top of her head.

"It'll work out, Caty. I promise you."

"Thanks. And, thanks for putting up with a hormonally challenged crazy lady." 

She ran her fingers through her short blond hair, damp with sweat. 

"God, I must look a mess. I think I'll rinse off. Then I'll make you something to eat before you go back."

"Take your shower, but then right into bed. I'll fix us some supper. You need to be off your feet. And, I brought some fans. I'm going to set them up in your bedroom. It may help cool it a bit."

She squeezed my arm and headed off toward her master bedroom.

I brought two window fans and one floor fan with me. I carried them into the bedroom. I could hear the water running in the master bath shower.

Their bedroom was in an ell at the back of the house and had two windows on opposite walls. I put one fan in a window and set it to blow in and the other across from it, set to pull air out. In this way, I created a strong breeze to pull out the hot air trapped in the room. I set the floor fan in a corner and pointed it at the bed. I adjusted it so it would oscillate and blow across the bed. I turned it on low. I thought the temperature in the room already felt lower.

The water in the shower stopped. I called out to Caty that I was in her bedroom. She opened the door with a towel held in front of her. Her hair was plastered to her head and she was dripping onto the bathroom floor.

"Hey, it feels better in here."

She walked into the room and crossed to stand in front of her bed. The artificial breeze from the window fans blew across her, while the floor fan raked back and forth, hitting her front.

She turned and let the breezes hit her back. Her entire rear was uncovered.

"Oh," I said.

"Sorry, Brad, but I need to cool off. You've already seen my ass, so I figure no harm done."

"Yeah, sure, no problem, Caty."

I was uncomfortable, but yet enjoyed seeing her undraped back. Her ass really did look good.

"Hey, would you mind grabbing a towel from the bathroom," she said.

I went in and pulled a dry towel from a stack on a shelf by the sink.

"Could you wipe my back off," she asked. "I can do the front."

"Sure, I get the least fun job," I kidded.

"Well, you said you liked my ass," she kidded back.

We both laughed. I began patting her dry. She took her towel off and was wiping her front at the same time. The fact that my girl friend's sister was now essentially nude in front of me caused a shift of my blood flow. I hoped my thickening dick would not show under my shorts.

I moved from her shoulders downward. I did each leg and then, after a few seconds' hesitation, dried her butt. Caty bent forward to dry the tops of her thighs. Her legs spread slightly and I caught a peek of her sex between her legs. 

"Can you reach around and get my shins and feet? They're so hard for me to reach them." Kneeling behind her, I dried each of her lower legs.

I knelt straight up and was looking directly at her pink rump. On a crazy impulse, that I should have resisted, I leaned forward and kissed her right cheek.

"Whoa," she said.

"God, sorry, Caty. I don't know why I did that."

"It's ok, Brad, I think."

"No, really, I'm sorry. It just looked so cute."

She laughed.

"Well, ok, I'll forgive you. I think this heat must be affecting all of us."

She looked over her shoulder at me.

"Cute?"

I nodded.

"You need to have your eyes checked."

With that she wiggled her butt and giggled.

I figured what the hell, and kissed the other cheek.

She laughed out loud.

"Make that having your head and your eyes checked."

She wrapped the towel around her and turned to face me.

She looked up at me with a strange look in her eyes. It was almost she was seeing something for the first time.

"How about I fix something to eat?" I offered.

"Sure," she answered. "I'm going to lie down. Think we can eat in here?"

"No problem," I said. "Want something to drink in the meantime?"

"Ice water would be super."

I went to the kitchen and fixed a tall glass of ice water. I returned to find Caty sitting in bed, with the just the sheet covering her. It was pulled up over her breasts and tucked under her arms to keep it in place.

She took the glass and sipped.

"Mmm, just what I need."

I left to see what I could make for a meal. I found some cold chicken and a plate of cold ziti. I decided on chicken salad and a cold pasta salad. I chopped some celery and mixed it with the chicken and mayo. I dressed the ziti with Italian dressing and chopped cherry tomatoes and olives.

I found some pita bread in the pantry and cut a couple pieces into quarters. Piling everything on a tray I headed back to the bedroom.

Caty was still sitting up. She looked hot, even with the fans blowing on her.

"How the hell hot is it outside?"

I told her probably mid-90s, even though it was after six in the evening.

I set the tray on the foot of the bed. 

"Brad, I hope you don't think I'm being a tease, but I cannot stand to have anything on me now. Would you mind if I took the sheet off?

"Caty, I should leave. Then you can be comfortable."

"Brad, I can be comfortable with you here. I just don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"But, you will be naked," I said.

"You know, it's kinda funny. Ever since I started getting huge, I have become less and less concerned about modesty. So, to put it bluntly, I don't give a shit if you see me naked. I can't stand any covering right now."

"But, do you think Jerome or Sheila would look at it the same way?"

Caty thought for a second and then picked up her cell phone.

"Hey, sis, how's it going?" she said.

After listening, she said, "Well, Brad found the problem, a blown pump, but he won't be able to do anything about it until tomorrow. He's rigged up some fans in my bedroom, and that's helping."

She listened to Sheila and laughed out loud.

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling. I'm sitting in bed with the sheet and I just want to have nothing on me. Brad said he should leave. He's concerned what you would think."

She listened and nodded.

"Well, he's going to try to fix it tomorrow. I was thinking he should stay here. It's silly to drive all the way back and forth."

"Sheila wants to talk with you."

I took the phone, "Hi, babe."

"So you're afraid of my sister's pregnant body?" she said in a teasing way.

"It's not her body, it's that it would be naked," I said looking at Caty.

"Brad, Caty has told me that she can't stand clothes in this heat. I never gave it a thought when you went over, but I don't have a problem with it. If it makes her feel better, then don't let it bother you."

"Ok, I guess."

"And, why don't you stay the night?" she continued. "You can get an early start tomorrow. It's really important that you get the AC working. You know this pregnancy is driving her blood pressure up. She needs to be cool and keep her feet elevated, if possible. You should offer to do all the chores. Ok, sweetie?"

"Sure. No problem."

After saying goodbye I handed the phone back to Caty. They chatted and then Caty put the pone down.

"So, did mommy say it was ok for you to sleep over and look at a naked fat girl?"

I laughed. 

"Yes," I said. "Seriously, Caty, I can just leave the supper here and go into the living room."

"Brad, I'm not trying to be provocative. But, I do not give a shit if you see me naked. I just want to be cooler. Besides that living room is an oven."

I nodded and lifted the tray from the bed. Caty pulled the sheet down exposing her breasts and round tummy. She kicked with her feet and the sheet bunched around her ankles. She asked me to pull it the rest of the way and I complied while balancing the tray in one hand.

"Welcome to Shamu of Kansas City," she said. She splayed her legs and let as much air reach all her parts as possible.

Her breasts appeared to be about twice the size that I imagined they were before. The nipples were huge and really dark. I had no idea the size or shape of her areolas before, but now they were large and also deep pink, almost rose-colored. Her breasts rested heavily on her chest. 

Her stomach was large and just dominated her small frame. Her naval was pushing out. I knew she had an innie from the times when she wore a two-piece bathing suit. He blond bush was thick and wide. I don't know if she never trimmed it or just abandoned the habit when she became pregnant.

"Pretty fuckin' gross," she said while making a disgusted face.

"Caty, you are beautiful. Simply beautiful. I wish you could see yourself as I do."

Caty looked away and began to cry.

"Shit," I thought, "I did not mean to cause this."

"Uh, Caty..."

She held up a hand and I stopped talking. She reached for a paper towel from the tray and wiped her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Caty looked back at me.

"God, Brad, I am really crazy these days. I know it's my hormones, but I can't control my emotions from one moment to the next."

I sat on the bed and took her hand. 

She squeezed hard and I smiled at her.

"Thanks," Caty says softly.

"For what?"

"For lying so well."

"Not lying, Caty. You are beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a woman look so, well, womanly."

Caty laughed and squeezed my hand. 

"Well, you should have seen me naked before I was pregnant."

My dick jumped at that image. My face must have shown what I was thinking.

"Oh, I didn't mean it to come out that way, Brad. But, I am grateful for your kind comments."

"Hey, don't go overboard. After all, I'm the one getting to see you naked."

We both laughed. Then she got a strange smile. 

"Go to the closet and on the top shelf there's a blue plastic box. Bring it to me, please."

I found it and brought it to her. She opened it and rummaged around and pulled out a large manila envelope.

She handed it to me. Grinning, Caty watched me open the envelope and withdraw a stack of color photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the one on top. Caty sat on a dark couch, her head thrown back and her legs apart. She was totally naked.

I looked up at Caty.

"Now, you can appreciate the before."

"You look fabulous," I said as I examined each photograph. There were full frontals, rear shots and some artistic partial nudes.

"Who took these?"

"Sheila."

I knew my girlfriend was into photography, but never knew she did nudes. I slipped the pictures back into the envelope and replaced it and the box.

Caty was sweating heavily. She asked if I could get her a couple more paper towels. After returning from the kitchen, I handed them to her. She folded them and lifting each boob, placed one underneath each.

"They just feel yucky and sweaty lying on bare skin."

She cupped each one and inspected them.

"Can you believe them?" she asked. "God, as you could see, I had nice little titties and now I have humongous boobs."

She offered so I looked closely.

"Well your, uh, your nipples look a lot different."

"Hell, yes," she said. "These things look like rubber daggers. The other thing is they've become super-sensitive." 

I continued to look.

"Wanna feel them?"

I must have paled.

"It's ok," she said

I did not move.

"I know it's weird," she said. "A couple months ago, I would not dare sit here nude or offer to have you feel my boobs. Since I've gotten big, I sort have a different relationship with my body. Obviously, it's still mine, but when your belly is just right out there, everyone is looking at your body. I guess I disassociate my inner self from my big body. I can't tell you how many times total strangers have placed their hands on my stomach and ask me how I'm doing. That freaked me out at first, but then I became less and less concerned. So, now I'm sitting here offering you my tit and it's no big deal."

I look at her large breast and say, "Well, I would never say it's not big."

She laughed and took my hand to her left breast.

I touched her nipple. It was hard and stiff. A soft moan escaped her lips as my fingers touched the dark nub. I lifted her breast and felt its heft.

"I guess they're getting ready for milk," said Caty

"Awesome," I said.

I hugged her and we sat side by side on her bed and ate our dinner.

After cleaning up and doing the dishes, I rejoined Caty in the bedroom. She said she was getting tired. It was around nine o'clock and still must be in the high 80s. I was drenched. 




Heat Wave



"Brad, you look done in," Caty said.

"Yeah, I am even more determined to get the AC working. You cannot live like this."

"Why don't you take a dip in the pool to cool off?"

"Well, I wasn't planning to stay over," I said, "so I didn't bring a change of clothes, let alone a swim suit."

"I'm sitting here bare-assed. Go skinny-dipping. The neighbors can't see you. I go all the time."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," she said. "I'll make a deal. If you go right away, I'll join you. It will cool me off and I can sleep better."

"Would that be ok with your doctor? Aren't you supposed to stay in bed?"

"She told me I could go in the pool for a bit. It's not like I'm going to be doing laps. I just kinda move around like a whale."

I helped Caty off the bed and we went out back.

She eased herself down the ladder. "Ooh, this feels so good. Hurry."

With only mild apprehension, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts.

"Maybe I should leave my boxers on," I said.

"Nope. I want you naked, just like me," Caty called from the pool.

I wondered if Sheila would agree with what I was about to do.

I dropped my underwear.

Caty looked at me unashamedly.

"Nice, Brad," she said. "Very nice. Sheila is a lucky woman—in so many ways."

I jumped in and immediately felt the relief from the heat. We moved around enjoying the feel of the water over our naked bodies. Caty asked if I could help her float. She lay on her back and I place one hand under her shoulders and another on her butt.

I gently moved her back and forth in the water. She grinned and relaxed.

"This feels so good," she says. "For the first time in months I feel light. It's great."

I looked at her breasts nestled on her chest, the dark nipples pointing straight up. The blond tangle between her legs is matted against her pubic area. I can make out her sex lips in the bright moonlight and the light from the pool. In spite of the innocent nature of our swim, I became aroused. I keep moving Caty through the water. After a few minutes, she asks to let her down.

I ease my hand on her butt down into the pool and she gains a foothold.

Her hand brushes against my erection.

"Oh, my," she says.

"Yeah, that happens when I'm looking at a beautiful naked woman."

Her hand travels the length of my shaft. "Well, I'll consider this a very "big" compliment."

I nod. Next, I did a surface dive and swam underwater to the deep end. Coming up for breath I turned on my back and did the backstroke. I headed toward Caty with my boner sticking up like a mast on a sailboat. 

Caty laughed as she saw me approach.

Then, I heard a familiar voice.

"I leave you alone for one night, and this is what I get?"

Sheila is standing at the edge of the pool.

"My boyfriend is naked with my sister," she said staring daggers at me. "And, he's flashing a boner."

"Sheila..." I begin.

"Not another fucking word," she said.

"And, you," she said looking at her sister who is standing in the shallow end. Her tummy and breasts reflecting the moonlight on their wet surfaces.

"Are you proud of yourself," Sheila said to her sister. "Flaunting your body to my boyfriend, getting him all excited—are you satisfied?"

Caty let her mouth form a small smile. "Well, I wouldn't say completely satisfied, and it doesn't look like Brad is."

I was standing in the shallow end and my erection was clearly visible.

"Well, I can only think of one way to resolve this situation," Sheila said.

She peeled off her t-shirt exposing her bare breasts. She quickly shed her shorts and bikini undies. She stood naked at the edge of the pool. I marveled at her toned body and the dark strip between her legs.

She dove in and surfaced between Caty and me.

She hugged her sister and they kissed cheeks.

Sheila turned to me and grinned broadly.

"You two planned this?"

"Caty called me when you were cleaning the kitchen. She told me I should come over. I knew she was going to try to convince you to go skinny-dipping."

Sheila pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips. My boner pushed against her stomach.

Slowly she kissed down my body until she was kneeling in the shallow water. She took my dick in her mouth.

"Sheila," I gasped, "Caty's watching."

Caty said, "Don't stop. I want to watch."

Sheila loves giving head and she is fantastic at it.

She was pumping me in and out of her mouth as Caty moved closer to us. Pulling on her nipples, she stared at her sister sucking me. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I looked down at my girlfriend. She broke away from my cock and said, "It's ok, Brad."

I played with Caty's breast, teasing her nipple. Caty sighed and used her own hand to play with her other breast.

I told Sheila I was close.

"Help him cum, Caty," she said.

Caty slipped her hand on my shaft and stroked me. Sheila pulled off and my first shot hit her forehead. She then took my head back into her mouth and swallowed as Caty kept pumping. Sheila drained me.

She pulled off, allowing my shrinking dick to relax. Caty licked the remaining cum from her sister's brow.

I didn't know what to say. My mind was trying to adjust to the erotic nature of what just occurred. I went from not knowing what to say to totally speechless with Sheila's next statement.

"Brad, it's time you helped Caty get some release."

"Release?"

"Yes," said Sheila. "It seems that Jerome has been a first-class shit. He's been absent more then he's around. He never touches her. Calls her a fat cow. And, now we've learned he has a girlfriend in Omaha. Caty's already engaged a lawyer. Jerome the Jerk will soon be history."

I was trying to absorb all this information as Sheila was helping her sister out of the pool. She led her to a padded deck chair. Sheila grabbed a cushion from a nearby chair and placed it at Caty's feet.

She beckoned me and I emerged from the pool. She told me to kneel.

"Brad, I've told Caty how good you are at oral. Now's the time to show her I'm not lying."

"You want me to..."

"Yep, Brad, make my sister cum. Because she's not supposed to have full sex, you can't fuck her now."

I heard Sheila emphasize the word "now". 

I turned my gaze toward the spread pussy in front of me. Her blond hair was still wet and her lips were slightly open. Looking up at Caty, I blew her a kiss. She smiled and spread her legs wider. I bent and licked her thigh from knee to her lips. She moaned and I repeated the action on the other side.

I worked my magic as Sheila had taught me. Caty responded and kept encouraging me. Finally, with two fingers just inside her pussy, her clit between my teeth, and my tongue flicking it, Caty let out a long, low sound and came.

I sat back on my knees and licked the remains of her orgasm from my lips. Sheila rubbed my head. Caty beamed at me as she peered over her enormous belly.

"Honey, you are the best fix-it man I know," Sheila said.

"Amen," added Caty. "I think we may have a lot of work for him in the coming days."

"You know, sis, I think you're right. I can't wait for you to experience the full special service package."

I was thinking that I was going to enjoy this heat wave.

###

THE QUARRY

Working for my uncle seemed like a good idea—at first.

I was in desperate need of spending money for the summer and funds to help pay my sophomore tuition and living expenses. The job market sucked so when my uncle offered to take me on, I jumped at the opportunity.

He owned a roofing company and was always looking for help. After the first hour on the job I understood why he needed workers. Being unskilled, it was my duty to help strip off old layers of shingles and then haul up the bundles of new shingles. Of course a perfect day for us was hot and cloudless. This summer that constituted all our weather. In fact, it was turning out to be one of the hottest on record. After the first day I wanted to quit, but my mom said her brother was counting on me. I dragged my sorry butt back the next day, and then every day after that.

I soon adopted the customary outfit of my fellow roofers—cut-off shorts and work boots. No shirt was required. I did layer on sunblock, but still after eight hours in the sun I was soon a deep brown. I also dropped twelve pounds and developed pronounced pecs and arms from lugging 80 pounds of shingles up a ladder.

At night I would crawl home, shower, eat and crash. So much for a social life.

Soon, it was the Fourth of July weekend with the holiday falling on a Thursday. Much to the shock of all the employees, my uncle decided to close for the long weekend. Naturally we would not be paid for the time off, but we would also not have to work. The thought of four days off was enough compensation for me.

My dreams of sleeping all weekend were shattered when my parents announced we were going to our grandparents' lake house. I tried to weasel out of it, but no such luck. This was my father's side of the family, so at least I would not have to deal with my uncle the roofer.

We left around five on Wednesday afternoon. I managed to doze for the hour's ride to the lake. We arrived to find other cars there. My dad's brother and sister and their families had already arrived. The lake house was huge and we were planning to bunk down in our usual large bedroom in the back of the second floor. My grandmother told us my cousin Ed and his wife, Heidi, their young son and the new baby were taking that room. My parents were shifted to a small single-bed room.

Grandma said I would be bunking with my cousin, Mel, and two of her friends. We would have the dorm-like room above the garage. Neither Grandma nor my parents thought it might be a little uncomfortable to have co-ed quarters. I think they probably still envisioned us as little kids.

Anyway, Mel and I got along fine. Mel is a year older than I am and I imagined her friends were her age. I just hoped they would not want to stay up all night yakking. I was thinking that sleep would be my main priority. I would soon find out how wrong a guy can be.

I carried my backpack to the loft. There were two bunk beds. The only open one was a bottom bunk against the wall. I made up my bed with the sheets piled there and left to go back to the main house.

I didn't see Mel and her friends. My grandma said they took a hike up toward the quarry. I told my parents I'd go looking for them.

It was only about a quarter-mile walk up the hill to the quarry. The old pit was long past its usual life and had filled in with water making a small spring-fed pond. Sometimes we'd swim here instead of the big lake.

I heard girls' voices and soon I came upon the tiny beach area. Mel and two other girls were each dressed in bikinis and sitting by the water's edge and talking. I called out and Mel jumped up to greet me. She gave me a hug and introduced me to Jess and Carrie. 

"Great to see you, Cal," Mel said. "How was freshman year?"

"Pretty good," I replied. "I managed to get decent grades and not become a complete drunk."

We all shared a laugh knowing how social life was on campuses.

"We were just going for a swim," said Mel, "Join us?"

'Uh, I didn't bring a suit."

"You can go in your undies," she said. "They'll cover as much as a suit."

After a pause she added, "Or, you could skinny-dip."

"Are you guys going to do that?"

"Nope," she said.

"Well," I said, "I'll just wear my boxers."

I was eager to swim. Although it was now almost dusk, the temperature was still in the 80's.

I stripped off my shirt and dropped my shorts.

"Jeez, Cal" said Mel, "have you been like working out? You're looking buff."

"Forced labor is more like it," I said and explained about my summer job.

"Well, it may be rotten work, but you're looking fine. And, that's some tan you've got."

Jess and Carrie agreed.

We decided to just take the plunge and ran in. The cold water made the girls scream and my balls shrivel. We swam out a bit and treaded water.

"It's freakin' freezing," said Jess.

"Oh, after a while you get used to it," said Mel.

"No, after a while you just get numb," Jess replied. "I'm getting out."

She swam toward shore and the rest of us followed.

The shoreline was steep and rocky. You had to feel your way along and then carefully step through the rocks. The water remained deep due to a sharp drop-off until the last couple feet. 

The girls climbed out first. Admiring three cute butts in front of me, I was enjoying being a bit of a voyeur. I was climbing up the slight slope and my boxers were down a few inches.

"Hey, Cal, better be careful or you might be putting on a show for us girls," called out Mel.

I tried tugging my boxers up and lost my balance. I fell back into the water and slid into the deeper part.

As I was making my way back onto the short shelf, I stubbed my toe and jumped up. My boxers, decided to stay in the water. I quickly covered my privates with my hands and turned my back to the girls.

"Nice Casper butt, Cal,' cried Mel.

"Yeah, that is about the whitest thing I've ever seen," added Carrie.

I dropped back in the pond and managed to reposition my underwear. This time I kept one hand on my waistband as I climbed out.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled.

"No need to apologize," said Mel. "Unfortunately, we didn't get to see much in front, but you have a sweet butt."

"Really," said Carrie. "I mean you look tan, but seeing how white your butt is makes it really stand out. I'd give it an eight."

"Hell, I'm giving it a nine," said Mel.

"Well, I guess I've not seen as many as you two, since I'm rating it a prime ten," said Jess. The girls laughed and exchanged fist bumps.

I was standing and just grinning like an idiot.

Mel looked at me and her expression changed.

"What?" I asked.

"Cal, those boxers are sorta' clingy."

I looked down and discovered my tan underpants had turned slightly transparent and clearly outlined what was underneath. You could make out my dark pubic hair and the outline of my shaft.

The girls stared and I blushed. Trying to make light of the situation, I said, "Remember cold makes things shrink."

"If that's a shrunken one, I'd hate to see it in full bloom," commented Jess.

"Not me," said Carrie.

The other girls looked at her in wonder.

"I'd L-O-V-E to see it in its full and non-shrunken state," she said with a wide grin.

The girls agreed and we all laughed.

I sat down and we talked for a bit, exchanging some background info and sharing stories about college.

The girls kept chatting. I said I might just take a nap. We lay on the large flat rock and enjoyed the late sun. Soon I drifted off.

I felt a hand on my leg. I was afraid to open my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Soon, another hand was on my other leg. Slowly the hands moved toward my waistband. Slipping fingers inside, the hands peeled down my boxers. They paused slightly as my pubes came into view and then continued to remove my underwear. Someone lifted my dick and I felt a set of warm lips engulf it. There were hands on my balls gently massaging them.

I snuck a peek through half-closed eyes to see Carrie sucking my erection and Jess reaching between my legs. Mel knelt at my feet watching, smiling and rubbing her breasts through her bikini top.

I heard giggling.

I opened my eyes to see the three girls still sitting a few feet away. They were looking in my direction and kept giggling.

"Phew," I thought, "that was only a dream." 

"What's so funny," I asked.

"Were you having a hot dream?" asked Mel.

"No!" I said. "Why are you asking me such a stupid question?"

She pointed to my bottom.

I looked down to see my still damp shorts completely tented. My erection was pushing against the cotton and you could easily make out the contours of my dickhead.

"Shit!" I cried. I grabbed my shirt from under my head where I was using it for a pillow and dropped it on my crotch.

"God, I'm embarrassed."

"Don't worry," said Mel. "Those things happen. It's not like we all haven't seen a boner before."

"Speak for yourself, slut," chimed in Carrie.

"Yeah," said Jess, "we are innocent little lambs. We have no idea what you're talking about."

Mel flipped them a double bird and they all laughed. All, except me. I was still hugely ashamed of my condition.

Mel then turned to me. 

"Cal, it's cool. None of us are shocked or offended. So, don't flip out."

I nodded, but kept the shirt in my lap. My erection was slowly subsiding.

Mel said it was probably time to head back. They got up and pulled on their shorts and t-shirts over their bikinis. They kept their backs to me and I was able to stuff myself back in my shorts and pull on my shirt.

We walked back to the cabin in time for snacks. Since no one was driving anywhere, we were allowed to have beer. We enjoyed a cook-out with lots of burgers and hot dogs. After we cleaned up, everyone piled into the assortment of motor boats, canoes and paddle boats that my grandparents kept tied at their dock. 

We joined a flotilla of other lake people in the middle of Deer Path Lake and waited for the fireworks. On the night before the 4th, the town set them off from the public beach at the south end of the lake. In a minute the first streak lifted and exploded above our head. We oohed and aahed throughout the half-hour display.

It was about 10 when we reentered the main house. I was tired and said my good-nights. Mel and her friends were going to stay up for a while and play Scrabble. I used the bathroom attached to the dorm and collapsed on my bunk. The room had a large overhead fan, but no air conditioning. It was still pretty warm. I opted to sleep in just my boxers. I hoped I wouldn't be giving another show of morning wood, but I was too exhausted to worry about it. I never heard the girls come up and slept soundly through the night. 

Thursday, July 4

I awoke around eight the next morning. True to form I had an erection. I glanced around to see that Mel was sound asleep in the bottom bunk across from me. I could see Jess with her back turned toward me above Mel. I assumed Carrie was above me. I breathed easier knowing I was not once again caught with a woody. Lying there I knew part of the reason was I hadn't had sex since I broke up with my girlfriend about three months ago. Working so much and so hard, meant I rarely had the energy to rub one off. So, I was seriously horny.

I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. My erection had subsided enough so I could pee. I thought I'd better get my shower in before the three girls monopolized the bathroom. I started running the water when I heard a knock on the door.

"Uh, I'm just getting in the shower," I called out. "Be out in a sec."

"Hey, Cal, can you leave the door unlocked," said a voice that I was fairly sure was Carrie. "Let me know when you're in the shower. I need to pee really bad. Ok?'

"Sure," I said. I unlocked the door and stepped into the shower stall and pulled the curtain closed. "All set."

I heard the door open. "Thanks. I don't think I could wait. You know all the beers from last night."

I thought this is a strange conversation. I'm naked and talking to a girl who's peeing just two feet away.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Hey, is that you in there?" came Mel's voice.

"Who?"

"You, Cal, you dork."

"Stay in for another minute, Jess and I also have to pee."

I could only imagine the three of them on the other side of the curtain. I got a little excited thinking that they were watching each other pee.

I heard the toilet flush and Mel called out. 

"Thanks, Cal. We can't wait to see you."

"Ok," I said thinking that was a strange comment.

I considered letting my hand work its wonders and relieve some of my pent-up sexual tension, but I felt awkward doing it with the girls just outside. Still, I managed a few strokes that made me thicken and feel a little tingly.




Heat Wave



I shut the water and peeked outside just to be sure the girls weren't waiting to surprise me.

The bathroom was clear, and that was the problem. The bathroom was completely clear; no towels, no rug on the floor, not even my underwear that I wore in. I was trapped naked in the bathroom.

I got out, dripping on the floor, and went to the door. I opened it slightly and stuck my head out.

The girls were sitting on Mel's bunk looking at me.

"Very funny," I said. "Now, you can give me a towel and my boxers."

"Nah," said Mel.

"What do you mean, 'Nah'?"

"Don't think you need them," she said.

"If I don't have them, what am I going to wear?"

"Just what you have on."

"Mel, I don't have anything on."

"Bingo."

The three girls stared at me behind the door and smiled.

"Really, you expect me to just walk out there naked? And, then what?"

"And, then we'll talk about it."

I was trapped. I was torn between being totally embarrassed and weirdly excited about being nude with them.

I figured maybe I could compromise. I covered my dick and balls with my hands and nudged the door open with my foot. I took a step into the bedroom.

My plan was to get to my bed and wrap something around me. I figured I could do that with minimal exposure. I think Mel sensed my plan and scooted over to sit on my bed while her two friends remained on hers.

"Not good enough," she said. "Drop your hands."

I was a mixture of fifty percent fear and fifty percent turned-on. Mel's last command pushed me over to the turned-on side. My dick began to swell. I figured what the hell and dropped my hands.

The three girls looked directly at my sex. 

"Wow, very nice, Cal," said Mel. "You sure have grown up."

"I like the contrast between his tan top and legs and the white of his middle. It makes his dick really stand out," said Carrie.

"I like it all," added Jess.

"Ok, you've seen everything," I said. "Can I have some clothes now?"

"How about turning around?" asked Mel.

"Then, will you give me something to wear?"

"Just turn around," was her answer.

I spun and gave them a view of my back.

"Those are the nicest buns I've ever seen," commented Carrie. "They look like white marble."

"Yeah, I want to feel them," said Jess.

"Cal, back up to us," said Mel.

I had lost my will to fight. Or, maybe I was just giving into my excitement of being the object of their interest.

I took a couple steps backward until I was positioned between the two bunk beds.

Jess ran her hand up and down my thigh and cupped my buns. 

I flexed for her. Climbing up and down a ladder several hours a day turned them into "Buns of Steel".

"Holy shit," she cried. "These are like freakin' rocks."

Both Carrie and Mel tested that assessment.

"Wow, that is so hard," said Mel.

"I like the little dimples," added Jess as she let her fingers trace the small indents on my cheek.

Their touches were affecting me in an obvious way. I was now officially semi-hard.

Carrie noticed and pointed it out.

"Hey, Cal," she said, "don't do things half-way. Let it rip."

I turned back around and faced the three girls.

Carrie reached out and ran her fingers up my shaft. The result was immediate.

"Nice," she said.

"Very," said Jess.

Mel looked at me and shrugged. "Sorry, Cal, but after yesterday we were all so curious. You have a really nice bod. Hope you're not too pissed at us."

I looked down at my erection, probably the hardest I've ever had. 

"Well, at least you know that shrinkage doesn't last forever."

That broke the ice and we laughed.

"Hey, is everyone decent?"

It was Mel's mom. The door to our room started to open.

I knew I could not make it back to the bathroom since I would have to cut across her line of sight. Mel pointed to the spot behind where the door would open. I dashed in that direction as Mel went to the bathroom and pulled the door shut.

"Morning, ladies," my Aunt Agnes said. "Have a good sleep?"

The door partially hid me. If she walked farther into the room and turned her head, I would be busted.

"Where's Cal?"

"In the bathroom," said Mel. "He's taking a shower."

"Didn't I just see you close the door?" her mother asked.

"Yeah, I had to pee and when Cal was in the shower I ran in. I was just closing it so he could get out."

"I don't know if that's a good idea to be in the bathroom when Cal is in the shower," her mother said. "Maybe you could work out a better schedule."

"You're probably right, Mom. We'll figure it out."

"Good. I wouldn't want to cause anyone any embarrassment."

The girls nodded and smiled. I stood there with an erection looking at them and wondering if anything could be more embarrassing.

"Well, when Cal comes out and you all get dressed, come down for breakfast. Your dad is making his famous Breakfast Fry. I ask you to be polite and put up with it."

"No problem, Mom. I think we all could do with some nice sausage right now."

I thought her friends would lose it. They each snuck a glance in my direction. I waggled my "sausage" for their benefit.

"Uh, sure," said Aunt Agnes. "See you in a few minutes."

She closed the door and Mel held her hand up indicating silence. After about ten seconds they could no longer contain themselves and burst out laughing.

"God, yes, give me some sausage," cried Carrie, holding her sides.

"Yeah, I like mine straight up," said Jess.

I walked over and joined in the laughter.

"God, I was so afraid your mom would turn around."

Mel looked at my hard dick and said, "Well either that would have killed her appetite or made her run downstairs for the biggest sausage she could find."

"Or, she could've grabbed this one," said Carrie as she took hold of my erection. "Ooh, I think she would like this one."

"Share, bitch," said Jess as she pushed Carrie's hand away and replaced it with hers. "God, this is as solid as his ass. Wanna' feel, Mel."

Mel looked at me.

"Not now, thanks. After all, it belongs to my cousin. But, I sure don't mind looking at it."

Jess stroked me for a few seconds and dropped her hand.

"We better get ready," said Mel.

The girls were wearing t-shirts and panties. They pulled on shorts, brushed their teeth, pulled their hair into ponytails and pronounced themselves ready.

"Uh, ladies, I think I should wear something for breakfast," I announced.

"Spoilsport," said Carrie.

Mel reached behind her and handed me my boxers. I pulled them on leaving a tent in the front. I found my baggiest pair of shorts and added an extra-long t-shirt that helped disguise my arousal.

We went down to enjoy the promised Breakfast Fry. Mel, Carrie and Jess made numerous and vaguely obscene gestures with sausages that I hoped no one else saw.

After breakfast my grandparents, parents and aunts and uncles decided to go to town for an antiques fair on the common. 

Heidi, my cousin Ed's wife, said they were just going to hang around the house and maybe take a swim. Mel said we would probably go back to the quarry after lunch. For now, she said we would hang out.

After the adults left, we all gathered on the big front porch for another cup of coffee. Heidi joined us and said she had to nurse her baby. She casually popped a boob out and the baby latched on. She kept up a conversation as if showing her naked tit to a guy was no big deal. After the baby fed, she held him over her shoulder and burped him. She left her boob exposed. She asked if we minded since she wanted it to dry.

Ed didn't seem to mind. Again, I was thankful for the baggy shorts and big shirt.

Mel said we should go upstairs. 

Once in our room, she turned to me and said, "How'd you like that tit?"

I shrugged, not wanting to admit how much it turned me on.

"I think he should show us how much he liked it," said Carrie.

"Great idea," agreed Jess.

"Guess I'll make it unanimous," said Mel.

"Hey, don't I get a vote?" I whined.

"Not really," my cousin answered.

"So, you just want me to whip it out."

Of course not," she said.

I was relieved.

"We want you to totally strip."

Short relief.

"I don't think so," I said. "Why should I?"

"Well, we like having a naked guy around," said Mel.

"Right," picked up Carrie. "We were reading on-line about this thing called Clothed Female/Naked Male. It sounded hot. Actually, it was hot earlier this morning when you were nude."

"Ok," I said, "I get what's in it for you. But, what do I get out of it?"

"It seemed like you were enjoying yourself this morning," said Jess.

"Or, was that huge boner just a mistake?" asked Carrie.

My "huge boner" was back in place. I thought about how I felt standing naked in front of them and having three attractive girls focus their attention on my nude body. It was one of the most exciting sexual things I'd ever done.

Still, I wondered if I wanted to repeat it and if it would still be so exciting.

"Maybe it was a little hot this morning," I admitted. "Why would I want to do it again?"

"I think you have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you," said Mel. "So, you can give in to it. We'll be your audience."

"Still not good enough," I said.

"Ok, how about this?" she said.

I looked at her and waited for her to continue. She looked at her friends and then spoke.

"Today is Thursday. The girls and I have to leave tomorrow. We have waitressing jobs and are on this weekend. If you agree to go nude the rest of the day, you can choose one of us to give you a hand job before we go home."

Jess immediately said, "Mel, we didn't agree to that."

"What's the big deal? Cal is just one guy and I know you've jerked off guys before. Besides, think of all the fun we can have with a naked guy at our disposal."

"Come on, Jess," said Carrie. "This will be a blast."

"So, what do you say, Cal? Are you game?" Mel stared.

"Well, I can't be naked all the time. I mean I can't walk around in front of the adults nude."

"That's fair. How about this? When the families are together, like meals and just hanging around, you keep your clothes on. Whenever we're in the room or if the adults aren't around, you must be bare-assed."

"And," interrupted Carrie, "he has to strip any other time we tell him, as long as your parents or grandparents aren't around."

"Good point," said Mel.

"And, do whatever we say or let us do whatever we want," added Jess.

"Yeah, that sounds like it could really add some fun to this," exclaimed Carrie.

"And, I get to pick one of you to give me the hand job?" I said.

All three nodded.

"And, that one has to get totally nude?"

"We never agreed to that," said Jess.

"Well, that's the deal. I want to at least some naked flesh. And, I get to do whatever I want to that person?"

"No fucking way," said Jess.

Carrie and Mel nodded in agreement with Jess.

"Sorry, Cal, it doesn't work that way," said Mel.

"Doesn't sound fair to me," I complained.

"Well, that's the way it's going to be," added Mel. "But, think of the fun you can have by having one of us strip and jerk you off."

"Well, I might agree," I said, "if I can strip the person myself. And, if you take one picture on my cell phone of me and the naked person standing together."

"What if you decide to post it somewhere?" asked Jess.

"I promise I won't. It's just for me. Anyway, I'd have to post myself naked, too. I don't want that all over the internet."

"Cal, go in the bathroom," said Mel. "We have to talk."

I went in and closed the door. A few minutes later, my cousin called for me to come out.

I stood next to them. 

"Deal,' said Mel.

She stuck her hand out and we shook. I also shook hands with Carrie and Jess.

"Ok, strip," said Carrie.

I removed my shirt and shorts. I hesitated and then dropped my boxers. I was no longer erect, but I was a little pumped.

The girls looked me up and down.

"I think I'm going to like this," said Carrie.

"What shall we do now?" asked Jess.

"Let's go for a swim at the quarry," said Mel.

The girls agreed. 

"Carrie, do you bring that satin belt?" asked Mel.

"Yes."

Carrie dug in her bag and pulled out a pink strip of satin.

"We're going to get changed, Cal, and you can't peek," said Mel.

She tied the strip around my eyes.

I stood and listened to the sound of clothes being pulled off.

"Jess, you really have the nicest boobs," said Carrie.

"Thanks, I like yours, too. I always feel mine are too big."

"Well, they are really full," said Mel.

"But, Mel, yours are perfect little peaches," Jess said.

"I love my nipples," said Mel. "I like pulling on them like this"

"That looks so sexy," said Carrie. "Look my nipples are all hard."

"Ooh, they do feel hard, Carrie, Look mine are too. Here, feel them." added Jess.

I knew they were doing this little show for my benefit. I admit it was working. I was imagining the boobs of each of the girls and their hands fondling each other.

Someone untied my blindfold and I viewed three young women dressed in bikinis.

"Let's go," said Jess.

"Just let me get in my suit," I said.

"Uh, no," said Carrie.

"No?"

"Remember our deal," she said. "You remain naked, unless we are with the adults."

"But Ed, Heidi and their kids are still here," I protested.

"I saw Ed taking the kids for a walk a few minutes ago," said Mel.

"What about Heidi?"

"She's probably taking a nap," answered Mel. "She said she is sleep deprived."

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the quarry," said Jess. "It's more private."

"You have to bring something for me to wear in case the adults come home before we get back."

Mel told me to get my bathing suit and give it to her.

The four of us headed down from our dorm and started across the lawn toward the path leading to the quarry.

We were crossing in front of the porch when the door opened and Heidi came out dressed in a two-piece and carrying a towel. We all froze in our tracks.

She looked at us, then pulled down her sunglasses and looked me up and down.

"I hate to break the news, Cal," she said with a broad smile, "but you are nude."

"Yeah, it's cool," said Mel.

"What gives?" asked Heidi.

Mel gave her a quick recap and Heidi kept nodding.

"God, I miss being so free," she said. "I never get to do fun shit like that any more. I'm like a settled down married woman."

"Come with us," offered Carrie.

"Tempting," she said, "but it would be a bit difficult to explain to Ed. He's getting more uptight the older he gets. So, I'll just stay here, get some sun and read a book. God, I sound like my mother."

"Too bad," said Mel. "If you change your mind, just go up the path and you'll come to the quarry."

"Hey, did you say that Cal has to do what you tell him?" asked Heidi.

"Yeah," said Mel.

"Well, I could use some help putting on sunscreen. Think Cal could lend a hand?"

"Absolutely," said Carrie.

Heidi asked me to get a lounge chair from the garage and set it in the sun. She spread her towel on top and sat on the edge.

"I think I'd like to get rid of some of these tan lines," Heidi said looking at me. 

I felt a lump in my throat.

Heidi tossed me the bottle of sunscreen and turned her back to me.

"Can you undo me, Cal?"

I stepped behind her and placed the sunscreen on the lounge. My hands were trembling as I reached for the strings that kept her top on. Pulling the back ones loose I reached under her blond hair and freed the tie around her neck.

The bra slid down and Heidi tossed it on the grass. I stared at her naked back. 

"Cal, I don't want to fry," she said. "How about some lotion?"

I squirted some sunscreen on her shoulders. She reached up and pulled her hair from her neck. I rubbed the liquid into her smooth skin and using some more sunscreen covered her back.

"Hmm," she sighed, "feels good. You have a nice touch, Cal."

I rubbed her shoulders some more. Heidi covered her boobs with her hands so I couldn't see anything.

"My back is fine, now let's get the rest."

She shifted around, her legs straddling the lounger and let her breasts fall free. Her large breasts swayed with the effort. She eased herself back, put her sunglasses on and smiled at me.

"Uh, you want me to..."

"If you wouldn't mind," she purred.

I think my hands were shaking. I squirted a dab in my palm, rubbed my hands together and moved them toward her breasts.

They were warm and lush. I had only met Heidi a few times before she had her children. I always thought she had a great bod, but childbearing filled out her chest. My hands could not contain the white and soft flesh. Her nipples immediately stiffened under my touch, which was only fair since my dick was now totally stiff. 

I worked the sunscreen into her breasts and reluctantly left them to administer to her stomach. As I neared the top of her bikini bottom, Heidi rolled it down, picking it up as she did so. I caught a glance of a trimmed blond bush. My dick was bouncing and enjoying itself immensely. 

I covered her legs, but resisted the urge to let my fingers wander onto the juncture of her thighs hidden behind the thin bathing suit.

"Thanks, Cal, that was great."

"My pleasure," I said accompanied by the groans of Mel and her friends.

"I can see it sure was," said Carrie.

Heidi again pulled her shades down her nose and looked directly at my boner.

"That really is lovely, Cal. And, you have a hot body. I like how fit you are." She let her hand graze my erection and her finger lingered on my tip.

Turning her gaze to the girls, she said, "Have fun. Mel, maybe later you can fill me in on the details of this weekend. I think I will enjoy imagining everything."

"Sure, Heidi," said Mel. "Hey, you can always stop by our room later tonight and see what's up."

They all got the pun and laughed.

"God, I'd love that," she said with a smile. "But, I don't think I could pull it off with Ed. I might try, but don't count on it. So, I'll wait for the full story from you. But, make it soon. Ok?"

"Promise," replied Mel. 

We set off for the quarry.

"God, I don't know if we can top that," said Jess. "You got bare tit from Heidi. She is freakin' gorgeous."

"Right," said Mel. "Don't you get it in your head you can feel us up that way. Remember, we're in control."

I just smiled and let my boner lead the way.

After our climb, we were all hot and decided to go in and cool off. We swam for a while. We climbed out and the girls noticed the cold water had once again worked its magic. I was not only soft, but also shrunken.

"Aw, he looks sad," Carrie said. She slipped her hand around my entire package. I enjoyed her touch and its warmth.

Jess and Mel spread out their towels. They lay on their fronts and reached behind to undo their tops.

"Carrie, if you can let go of Cal, maybe he can do our backs," said Mel.

Carrie removed her hand and kissed me lightly on the lips. 

She joined the other two on the flat rocks. As she untied her top, she rose up a bit and gave me a quick glance at her small breasts hanging down.

I knelt beside Jess and spread lotion over her back. I rubbed it in, giving her a light massage while doing so. She let me know it felt good. I did her legs. As I was finishing her thighs, I slipped my hand under her bottom and touched the outside of her small cheek.

"Cal, I think I don't need any sunscreen there," she said. I slowly slid my hand back out, but thought about how smooth her butt is.

Next I did Mel. I didn't take the same liberty with her. 

Finally, I moved to Carrie. I probably picked up the strongest sexual vibe from her. Her little flash before only served to strengthen my intuition that she was ready to play.

As I rubbed the lotion onto her back, I let my hands slide down and touch the sides of her boobs. She did not react negatively, so I continued to move my hands up and down her sides, letting my fingers slip lower until with the last stroke I felt one hard nipple brush against my fingertip.




Heat Wave



Carrie had the smallest chest of the three girls. I'm a guy so I like all tits. Although Jess' were awesome, I really was attracted to Carrie's. She had a sexy way about her. With her tight tummy and long legs, she looked like a beach volleyball player. So, having small boobs was in no way a turn off.

I trapped her nipple between two fingers and squeezed it. Carrie responded by pushing her thighs together. I was sporting major wood again.

"Hey, what the hell are you two doing over there?" asked Mel.

I pulled my hand away and said "Nothing."

"Well, all that nothing has you with a pole sticking up from your lap."

I quickly covered Carrie's legs and then stretched out on my own towel. 

As I lay on my back, I said out loud.

"So, is anyone going to help me with sunscreen?"

Jess said, "I think it might be more interesting to watch you put it on yourself."

"Yeah," chimed in Carrie, "especially in some places."

"I absolutely agree," added Mel. 

Carrie tossed the bottle of sunscreen onto my stomach. She ran the back of her hand along my boner and said, "Be sure not to miss a spot. You might want to add several layers."

I used some lotion and began stroking. It felt so good, I couldn't stop. I was rapidly rushing to a climax when Mel spoke up. "Don't come, Cal. Save it for later."

"No fair,' said Carrie, "I want to see him cum now."

"Yeah, me too," said Jess. "I never saw a guy jerk off before. Let's have him finish. I'm sure there will be more left for later."

Mel agreed.

I kept pumping and was seconds away from exploding.

"Where shall I come?"

Carrie knelt up, leaving her top on the ground.

I looked at her pert titties and eraser bud nipples. 

"Come on my boobs," she said as she lay on her back.

Jess and Mel gasped.

I moved close to Carrie and stroked hard. My balls clinched and I shot a stream of white that landed slightly below her boobs. I redirected my dick and covered both boobs with my next two shots. I felt a hand slip between my legs and cup my balls. Jess was milking my sack. I let out two more spurts, one landing on Carrie's cheek and the other on her chin.

"That was hot," said Jess as she gently fondled my balls. She was kneeling behind me and I became aware of her bare nipples pressing into my back. She ran her hand up my shaft and captured some of my cum that was running down. She pulled her hand away and I heard her say, "Mmm, tasty."

"If you really want to taste it," said Carrie, "come clean my tits off."

As she spoke she wiped the liquid from her chin and cheek and sucked her fingers clean.

Jess and Mel moved over her and bent to lick her breasts clean. They each finished by pulling her small nipples with their teeth.

Both girls kept their own boobs covered with their hands as they bent over Carrie.

I was sitting on my haunches overwhelmed with the experience of jerking off in front of them and watching them kiss their friend's boobs.

Mel said we all should swim. She and Jess put their tops back on and went in.

I helped Carrie stand. She looked at me and then moved in to kiss me.

I slipped my hands around her and cupped her small ass, pulling her tight and feeling her boobs press into my chest.

"That was awesome," she said.

"Yep," I replied.

We broke apart. Emboldened by her behavior, I pulled the front of her suit out to look inside. She had the narrowest strip of dark hair that led my gaze to her full labia. My dick sprung back up.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Very much."

"Why don't you give me a call when you're back in town?"

"Definitely." I released her suit and she ran toward the water as I followed.

The water felt warmer today and we swam for a bit. Horsing around I was sure all three girls, including my cousin, helped themselves to generous gropes.

We got back out. As Carrie and Mel were drying off, Jess lifted her top and flashed me. Her boobs were big and white. I longed to grab them, but she pulled her top back down and blew me a kiss.

We stayed at the quarry for a few hours. I had to remain nude on the path going back down. About half-way down, we saw someone jogging up toward us. I asked for my suit, but no one made a move. As the jogger neared, we saw it was Karen whose family had the next camp. She was a year younger than me. She recognized Mel and started to wave when she noticed I was nude. She stopped in her tracks.

"Hi, Karen," said Mel. "This is Carrie and Jess. I think you know Cal."

"I don't know what's going on," she said, "but this has now officially become my favorite jogging path. And, Cal, that is a wicked awesome boner." We laughed and she resumed her run.

As we neared the house, Mel ran ahead. She returned to tell us that the adults were home. I slipped on my suit.

We spent the rest of the day lounging around, eating and visiting with the family. Heidi caught my eye and winked a couple times. Dinner was ribs on the grill. After we cleaned up, we played Monopoly for a while. I said I was going to bed. Jess said she was going up too. The others promised to be there soon.

I wondered if after our adventure at the quarry if the deal was still in place.

Once inside our room, Jess told me to strip. I complied. She fondled my soft dick and kissed me on the lips. 

"You're being a good sport," she said.

"Well, now that my embarrassment is over, what's not to enjoy."

We agreed I could use the bathroom first. After taking care of all nightly chores, I opened the door to our bedroom. Jess had her back to me and was standing in just a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Her ass was mostly in view as well as her crack.

I whistled admiringly.

Jess glanced over her shoulder and smiled. She reached for her t-shirt resting on the top bunk.

"How about a quick peek," I asked.

"I already gave you one."

"Come on," I said. "I've been naked and let you guys play around. One little flash couldn't hurt."

"If I do, you can't tell Carrie and Mel."

"Promise."

Slowly Jess turned to face me. Her breasts swayed with the effort. I loved their look. Big, round and white. Her nipples hardened as I stared at them. She cupped her boobs and held them up for a few seconds. She then grabbed her t-shirt and ran into the bathroom. The sight of her bouncing boobs will stay with me for a long time.

Carrie and Mel arrived in a few minutes.

After Jess rejoined them, we sat around and talking about our day. 

"So, I guess it's my turn," I said.

The girls looked a little nervous. "You don't have to do anything more, Cal," said Mel.

"Oh, a deal is a deal."

"Ok, which one?" asked Carrie.

In my mind I reviewed my options. I had seen Carrie topless and snuck a peek under her bottom. Twice I got to see Jess' amazing tits.

I smiled broadly and pointed to Mel.

She turned white. I think she always imagined that I would pick one of her friends.

"Cal, are you sure?"

"Definitely. And, remember this was your idea."

"Sounded good at the time," she said weakly.

"Ok, I'll play along. But, Cal I cannot jerk you off. We're cousins and that to me would be crossing the line."

I knew she was right. I still wanted to see her naked.

"Ok, here's the new deal. You will be naked, but don't have to touch me."

She sighed in relief.

"On two conditions," I added.

"What?"

"Carrie and Jess strip you."

She looked at them and they all smiled. 

"And?" she asked.

"One of them has to volunteer to give me head instead of a hand job."

Silence.

"Hell, I'll do it," said Carrie.

"Really," said Jess.

"Yeah, it'll be fun."

"And, we get to watch?" asked Mel.

"Only if you want," she said smiling and knowing they do.

I asked Mel to walk to the middle of the room. Carrie and Jess stood on either side of her.

Carrie unbuttoned her blouse and Jess pulled it off. Jess knelt and undid the snap on her shorts and lowered the zipper. From behind, Carrie eased them past Mel's hips and to the floor.

Now I could see no more than what a swim suit would reveal. Carrie stood behind her and unfastened Mel's bra.

Jess slipped the straps over her arms and it slid away. Carrie reached around and cupped Mel's tits, preventing me from seeing them.

"Want to see your cousin's boobs, Cal?"

I nodded. She was now massaging Mel's boobs. Mel had her eyes closed and licked her lips.

She pulled her hands away. I stared at Mel's pretty breasts. Her rose-colored nipples were standing out from her darker areolas. Carrie reached around and pulled on her nipples making them stand out even more. Mel's breasts were a good size and the white skin was smooth with pale blue veins visible.

Jess tugged Mel's panties and pushed them down. She had soft brown curls that were shaped into a neat strip. Jess ran her fingers through the curls and kissed Mel's hip. She then ran her hand up and down Mel's slit. Mel closed her eyes and groaned.

With guidance from Carrie, Mel turned around. I loved her butt. Jess moved her hands between Mel's legs and pushed them apart. Carrie then gently pulled Mel down, bending her from the waist. I could see her sex lips from behind and thought they looked wet. Jess spread Mel's cheeks showing me the pink star. She then spread Mel's lips showing me a moist and pink set of perfect lips.

Mel stood and turned to face me. She was flushed and her breasts heaved with her breathing. She smiled.

"You're beautiful," I said.

"Thanks."

Carrie moved to me and dropped to her knees. She extended her tongue and swirled it around my tip. I groaned out loud. Mel and Jess stood next to Carrie and watched as she slowly took all of me inside. She began moving her head up and down, while using her tongue and teeth to excite all my nerve endings.

I looked at Jess. She had one hand jammed in her panties. I was sure she was inserting at least one finger in and out of her sex. Her other hand was pinching her breast through her t-shirt.

Mel was now slowly caressing her slit and clit.

I started pumping Cassie's face and could feel my dick hit the back of her mouth. 

I knew I could not last long and told Carrie I was close. She winked and sucked harder.

I was just about to explode when the door to our room opened. We all turned to see Heidi.

She quickly stepped in and closed the door behind her. She looked at Carrie with my dick in her mouth; Mel naked and covered with a slight sheen of sweat; Jess with her own hand buried in her panties.

"Well," she said with a smile, "they say that the Fourth of July is all about the fireworks. I have a feeling some are just about to go off." She pulled her top off revealing her full breasts.

As she started walking toward us with her hand on the drawstring of her sweatpants, I knew Heidi was quite right.



Heat Wave



Brian was hot. Brian was extremely hot. The kind of hot that made your underarms damp and your cheeks flushed and nasty sweat drip from your brows. It was for this reason why he couldn't fathom why Freddie, in the midst of a heat wave, could even consider having sex.

"I said no, Bulsara," Brian snapped. Freddie's face formed into a disappointed pout and Brian had to turn his head away.

"It's too bloody hot."

"Not nearly hot enough, I don't think," Freddie murmured, and stood from the couch and turned away.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked. He brought his book down to his chest and quirked a brow at Freddie's retreating back.

"Shower," Freddie said, simply.

Brian nodded and lifted his book back up. He'd already taken four showers that day, and while the thought of taking another one was quite appealing, the consequence of wetting and drying his hair so much in a single day was not.

Brian settled further into the comfort of the sofa, removed his finger from the page he'd been holding, and continued to read.

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"Brian?"

"Hmm?" Brian hummed, and set the book back on his chest. His eyes were heavy behind his lids, and his neck had gotten rather stiff. Brian briefly wondered how long Freddie had been gone for.

Brian looked up, ready to ask if Freddie wanted lunch, and dropped his book to the floor.

"Well?" Freddie said slyly. "Is it still too hot?"

Brian stared, dumbstruck, as Freddie walked across the sitting room, naked as the day he'd been born.

He placed himself in the single sofa opposite Brian so casually that Brian wondered if he'd forgotten he hadn't any clothes on.

Freddie stretched, slowly and languidly, and Brian couldn't help but stare as the muscles in his arms tightened as they moved over his head, and how his stomach stretched when he brought them back down.

"Freddie?" he said again, hoarsely.

"Oh, don't mind me," Freddie told him seriously. "It's a bit hot for clothes, don't you think? I figured I'd be cooler this way. You don't have to stop reading on my account, Brian."

Brian nodded, but made no move whatsoever to retrieve the book he had dropped.

He watched as Freddie moved further into the couch, dripping water, no doubt, into the plush cushion. Freddie's skin—a rich almond color that made Brian want to lick it all over—glistened from the bath water. Beads of water moved down his tanned skin, forming shiny lines over every inch. Brian had a sudden urge to suck him dry.

"Mmmm," Freddie sighed contentedly. He moved his hands over his stomach and rubbed, and Brian watched in heated fascination as his legs parted, revealing Freddie's beautiful semi-erect cock.

He realized what Freddie was doing: Freddie was trying to seduce him. Brian should have, on all accounts, picked his book back from the floor and made a point not to watch Freddie's display of... indecency, but for the life of him he couldn't find the strength to look away.

Freddie's hands continued to roam over his body. They moved over his neck, glided across his collar bone, massaged his strong chest. His fingers brushed his dusty nipples, nails scraped over the sensitive skin, and when he pinched both hardened buds simultaneously and moaned, Brian nearly moaned with him.

Brian watched, hungrily, as Freddie's hips began to move along the sofa. His cock— wet from the water or needy pre-cum; Brian didn't know—had risen so high that the very head was brushing Freddie's navel. Freddie arched off the soda and slid his hands down to his bellybutton, going further down still until his fingers were tugging at the dark pubic curls and his hands were rubbing the inside of his upper thighs.

It was almost Brian's undoing when Freddie's hand clamped over his cock and began to stroke.

"Enough!" Brian found himself saying—or croaking, he couldn't quite tell. Freddie paused from his ministrations and lifted a brow at him.

"What's the matter, Brian? It still too hot for you?"

Brian growled at him, so aroused he could barely see clearly and irritated that Freddie had this much power over him, and shot up from the chair and moved towards him.

"Let go of your cock, Freddie," he ordered.

Freddie flashed him a curious smile and let go.

Brian's cock was throbbing. The urge to come was so painful that he had half a mind to turn Freddie right over and fuck him raw. Or have Freddie fuck him raw; it didn't really matter. But Brian didn't want that—not yet. He wanted to taste Freddie first, wanted to smooth his hands over the wet skin, wanted to nibble on his soaked flesh. He put his hands on both arms of the sofa and sank to his knees, then knocked Freddie's hand away from his groan.

"Brian?" Freddie breathed, and sounded a little uncertain.

Brian didn't answer him. He lowered his head and took Freddie in his mouth, feeling all at once relieved that Freddie's taste was finally on his tongue, and even more turned on by Freddie's gasp of pleasure. He retracted one hand from the sofa and used that one to hold Freddie's hips down, and the other one to stroke what he couldn't engulf with his mouth.

Freddie made the most delicious sounds as he worked him. Every time Brian's teeth scraped over his leaking slit he'd hiss. Whenever Brian ran his tongue along the underside of his cock, put pressure on the long vein that pulsed there, his breath would hitch; when Brian hollowed his cheeks and swallowed and hummed he would groan; when Brian licked and nibbled and thrust his tongue underneath the foreskin he would whine; when Brian tugged and fondled the reddened-cock, Freddie would arch upwards and grunt loudly. Everything Brian did was rewarded by the most erotic sounds he'd ever known, and they'd run straight down from his ears to his dick. When Freddie began to pull upwards from within Brian's palm he let go of Freddie with a pop and licked his lips.

"Brian," Freddie whined desperately. His hips were rising on the sofa, more than likely desperate to have his cock back in Brian's mouth. And as much as Brian would have loved to take Freddie back in his mouth and suck him until Freddie's cum was flooding down his throat, he had better plans.

Brian lifted himself from the floor, ignoring the tension in his knees from being on them so long, and began to unbuckle his trousers.

"Turn around, Freddie. I want you on your knees."

Freddie nodded hastily and all but scrambled up, nearly toppling off the narrow sofa in the process. Brian undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, then footed them off. He hooked his fingers into the top of his briefs and pulled them down, then hissed as his erection bobbed free. He was so fucking hard.

"Lube," Brian groaned as soon as he removed his underwear. His legs were trembling so hard he could barely keep himself up. "We need lube."

"Fuck lube," Freddie hissed, and turned his head around to glare at Brian. "You get over here right now and fuck me, Brian, or so help me God."

"Lube," Brian repeated, unable to form the entire sentence. Freddie was practically humping the back of the sofa and Brian could hardly think straight with the fog that rolling around his head. He wanted—no, he needed Freddie so fucking much it hurt.

"Please, Brian," Freddie panted, and pushed his arse out. "Please. Christ, please just fuck me!"

Brian groaned, all apprehension of possibly hurting Freddie gone from his mind, and moved forward. Brian held one hand at the mid-section of his cock, the other on Freddie's left hip, and pushed in.

Freddie let out a moan that shook Brian to the core. The heat, the pressure, the absolute tightness of Freddie's arse was almost his undoing. Unable to hold back—not that he'd had any inclination to— Brian continued to push until his pubic hair was brushing the top of Freddie's crease. Shakily, because Freddie just felt so fucking good, Brian pulled out and shoved his cock back in, enacting a grunt of pleasure from the both of them.

He continued to work his way inside Freddie until he found the spot that made Freddie's back arch and his head snap back and a sob rip from his lips. Knowing where to hit, Brian turned and angle and held his position, then continued to thrust and plunge into Freddie so hard that the sofa continuously kept skidding forward. Brian slammed and slammed and slammed, until the heat that had been pooling in his stomach flared throughout his body and he was cumming so fucking hard the world had gone white.

He stood there, momentarily struck by the power of his orgasm, until Freddie let out a moan, spilling himself over the sofa. He'd been so lost in his own ecstasy that he hadn't even realized Freddie had been beating himself off.

"Fucking hell," Freddie panted, and slumped forward into the sofa. Brian could only nod, hands firm on the sofa to prevent him from falling.

After a while Freddie managed to turn around, and leaned back. His cum was smeared on his stomach, above and around the sweat that had formed and the water that had been. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed a cherry color, and his lips so bruised from biting that they'd all but swelled.

Brian thought he looked absolutely adorable.

He bent down and pressed a kiss on Freddie's lips, and Freddie sighed in appreciation, licking his own tongue over Brian's in response.

Brian slumped to the floor next to Freddie's feet and leaned his head on his Freddie's knees, completely worn out.

"So," Freddie said after a few moments of comfortable silence, "Was that still too hot for you?"

Brian swapped Freddie on his leg and muttered, "Prat", unwilling to let Freddie know that it had, in fact, been just that.

Freddie laughed. "And you love me for it."

And really, Brian did.



Heat Wave



It's not the first picture I have been sent by a randy guy who's online with nothing better to do but try to get a response of any kind, preferably favourable and with a happy ending. And I am not typically visually keyed, being female and more moved by the written word, or at least the spoken one. But damn. Is that what it is like to be a guy? You see something and immediately your unruly body is telling you it WANTS and you had better be seeing to it tout de suite. This puts lie to every instance where I have been unmoved by random body part pictures sent over the interweb to my inbox. I admit it has been a while, a very long while in fact, since I have even thought about sex; having it, wanting it, doing it, anything related to it. And even longer since I have been willing to phone it. It surprised me, the strength of my response. 

My hands were shaking, my knees were weak, and my pussy so fucking wet I was amazed I could still drip like a damn faucet having written those days off several years ago now. Is it true that years without sex makes us virgins again? I swear I felt like one, alone in my room with the phone (sadly camera-less) clutched in one hand. The other was busy, yes I admit. 

Oral fixation has always been my friend, and my lovers' as well. I like to taste; I like to lick and nibble and suck and swallow and experience the world between my lips. I will also admit it is a bit of a power-rush, to have my lips clamped around the most important thing in a man's world, his cock between my teeth. Oh, I only bite if asked very nicely. And I have been. You can imagine my wicked grin here. 

What I wanted, what spun through my brain when I saw the picture, surprised me with the visceral power of it. I wanted that musky taste on my tongue, wanted to feel the strong throb of pulse against my fingers as I stroked and guided that cock into my mouth, wanted to suck that suddenly beautiful cock until I heard breath catch and felt fingers fist my hair and tug me off so you could kiss your taste on my tongue and fuck me hard and hot and unstoppable until we both came so hard we saw stars from lack of oxygen and sheer overwhelming greed of wanting to erase the rest of the universe except the sensation of skin on skin and hands stroking and mouths tasting and pulse pounding in time with the slap of flesh against flesh. 

In calmer moments I might want smooth, silky movements of bodies and a slow sinking in of sensations as we explore and experiment and discover. But not in that moment. In that split second I was reminded that I am in fact younger than I feel most of the time and still have blood pulsing in my veins, and it is hot with want again, as if the hiatus of years was wiped out by one picture, such a simple common occurrence in this age of instant communication and even more instant gratification. 

I want to run my hands over your chest, shoulders, belly, thighs, back, map your skin and discover every hill and valley as if I needed to navigate you blindfolded. I want to test the texture of your skin with my cheek, my hair brushing against you lightly, flickers of sensation as you lie back and let me explore to my heart's content, letting me taste the soft skin behind your ear, stroke my fingers lightly up the inside or your thigh, tease along the length of your hardening cock but not quite paying the attention you would like, not yet anyway. I want plenty of time to make my way there. 

I want to taste your kisses, tongues exploring each other, lips soft and teeth opening to drink one another down. I want to hear you tell me what you like, your mouth right on my ear so I can feel your inhale as you detail just what you like and how you like it so I can do my best to give it to you, to touch you and stroke you and taste you and take you in all the ways that will make you growl and groan and come for me. 

I want your hands on my skin, opening me and stroking and coaxing and bringing me so close to climax I beg for it and then starting again as you whisper to me your desire, as you bring me again to that peak with your fingers inside me and then take me, slide into me with that marvelous cock as I lock my ankles in the small of your back and my tight wet pussy pulls you deeper. 

The want I felt in a split second encompassed all that, lightning fast. I nearly lost the power of speech with so much white hot want in my blood. All from one simple picture that wouldn't have ever flicked my switch a dozen years ago. 

You are a man of firsts for me, my darling. The first to elicit a physical response from visual stimuli, the first I ever wanted to call just to fuck on the phone, the first I have wanted to ignore the prerequisites of friendship and clear boundaries for in favour of simple lust. By gods I think you might be the first true lust of my life. That is a pretty damn amazing birthday gift to give me. Though the wisdom of rediscovering that I have a libido at this late date might be lacking. It makes me laugh in delight nonetheless.