0 comments/ 14537 views/ 9 favorites The Skinny Dippers Ch. 01 By: Ashson During the Christmas break my parents decided that we'd all enjoy a week in the country. I could have given them an argument on that but it wouldn't have done me much good, so I kept my mouth shut. Thus it was that post-Christmas I found myself visiting my beloved sister and her husband at their farm in the middle of nowhere. Still, there was one bright spot to it. My brother had a sister, Diana, and she was also visiting. She was twenty, give or take a year. I've never been exactly sure but my impression was that she was just a little younger than me. She was also blonde, with a pleasing personality, and a very pleasing face and figure. Typical male, I got quite a few kicks out of teasing her. She was always just a trifle slow catching on to sexual innuendo, only to start blushing a minute or so later when the innuendo sank in. This surprised me a little because the chances of her being a virgin I rated as somewhere between slim and none. Still and all, the holiday wasn't too bad. There always seemed to be something to do and there were several places within walking range if I wanted to go visit the neighbours. One morning I was up earlier than usual. Stuffed if I know what woke me but, seeing it was already hot, I decided to shower and dress, rather than loaf in the bed. Mind you, if it had been cold I'd have stayed right there until pried out. I wandered down to the bathroom and, just as I reached it, the door opened and Diana was standing there. She had obviously just had a shower and she was wearing a thin dressing gown that was clinging to her in all the right places. It wasn't done up, I noticed (naturally, lecher that I am), and Diana was holding it closed with one hand clutching the sides together. Now the polite thing to do would be to step aside and allow her to go on her way. That's not what I did. I ran my eyes over her, while she slowly blushed. If that wasn't bad enough, I reached over and gently pulled her hand away from where she was clutching the gown closed, opening the gown wide while I did so. I had suspected that she was naked under that gown and was delighted to find my suspicions were accurate. She was a fine and tasty dish. Her breasts, white and tipped with pink, stood out proudly, young and healthy and shapely and a magnet for male eyes. I let my eyes drift down, noting that she had a belly button piercing and that she was apparently in the habit of shaving certain areas. I was terribly tempted to check and see if she felt as smooth as she looked but wiser councils prevailed. "Very, very, nice," I said softly, as I drew her gown closed again. "Very soon I'm going to see you like that again, at a time when we have more privacy. Then I'm going to see if you taste as good as you look." She just gave me a nasty look and fled, blushing fiercely, and I sauntered into the bathroom. I suppose I could have tried to make a pass right then, she'd been at a hell of a disadvantage, after all, but it seemed to me that it would be rushing things. Besides, with the whole household in the process of waking up, we might have been interrupted at an inopportune moment. Diana shot through shortly after breakfast and I didn't think anything of it. I just assumed that she'd gone to visit one of the neighbours. Did I mention that her parents were also staying for the week? They were. Early in the afternoon Diana's mother came up to me. "Mike, Diana's gone over to the Fortescue's place and she seems to have forgotten that we're visiting the salon this afternoon. I tried ringing but no-one is answering. Could you be a good chap and go over and remind her?" Being a good chap and having nothing else to do I said that it would be my pleasure. It would be to. The Fortescues had a very lovely young daughter about Diana's age, undoubtedly the reason she was over there. I'd have two lovely young things to flirt with and make leading remarks to. I reached the Fortescue place and it looked deserted. Everyone out working the farm, I assumed. Still, I knocked, and there was no answer. In the quiet I could hear the sound of voices and made an educated guess that the girls were in the back yard. Probably in the pool, on a day like this. I wandered around to the back yard and sure enough, there were Diana and Maureen. Along with four other young ladies that I'd seen about, all around the same age bracket. Understandable. People of the same age and sex do tend to congregate together. There wasn't anyone actually in the poll when I rolled up, although I suspect that the whole damn lot of them wished they were. They'd been skinny dipping and I was suddenly standing in front of six young ladies, all of whom were stark staring naked. And I was staring all right. My eyes were almost popping out of my head. So much feminine flesh on display. And what could I do about it? Absolutely nothing. Talk about too much of a good thing. One or two standing there naked and I'd have been tempted to make a move, but not with six of them staring at me. When the girls first noticed me there were some squeals and rapid hand movement, but then they seemed to get a positive feedback flowing through the group. After all, there were six of them and only one of me. The muffled squeals turned into not so muffled giggling and the hurried hand bras and such vanished again. The rotten bitches were flaunting what they'd got and almost daring me to do something about it. What was worse they were eyeing me off, and I was suddenly feeling like a stud put up for auction. A strange and disconcerting feeling. Hopefully I hid my new found embarrassment. "Afternoon, ladies," I said. "I have a message for Diana. Her mother wanted to remind her about the salon visit this afternoon. She also suggested that it might be a good idea to answer your phones." There was a muffled giggle at that last bit, and a sotto voce, "Told you so," from someone in the group. "Message received," said Diana, staring brazenly back at me. "You can tell her I'll be along shortly." This was the same young woman who had been blushing so hard this morning? Isn't it amazing the confidence a bunch of friends can give you. "No need to chase him off, Diana," said one of the girls. "He can stay and talk with us while you get dressed." "There again," murmured someone else, "maybe he'd like to have a swim." "I'll pass," I said with a smile. Mainly because I'd be waving my feelings around for all to see. Fine, one on one, but I'd rather not in a group. "Ah, too bad," came from somewhere in the group. "You could have shown us your potential." There was a burst of explosive giggling at that and I had to just stand there and take it. I looked around at the girls, trying to put names to faces. Also trying to make sure I attached faces to other interesting body parts. One girl, Isabel, if I remember correctly, had a magnificent rack. "I'll tell you what, ladies," I said affably. "I'm making a careful note of your faces and before the holidays are over I'll make a concerted effort to meet each of you alone and show you my potential." "Our faces?" asked Maureen. "Was that what you were looking at?" There was some more giggling, and I took my leave, strolling casually away, while inside I was running like a rabbit. Diana rolled up and she and her mother went off to the salon to do whatever women do at the salon. Quite frankly I couldn't see any difference between when they went and when they returned, but the way Diana was waving her hands around I'd guess she'd had her nails done. Why on earth do you need to go to a salon and spend money to do your nails? Just trim them and maybe file them a bit. Not that I was stupid enough to suggest such a course of action. After dinner I suggested to Diana that we might take a stroll outside as there were a few questions I'd like to ask her about the young ladies she'd been with earlier. She giggled but agreed to go for a short stroll on the firm understanding that I didn't get up to anything. It was a very pleasant evening and we just strolled along, chatting about nothing much at first. Eventually I broached the subject of the other young ladies. "I know Maureen," I said, "and I believe the young lady with the generous endowment," patting my chest, at this point, "is Isabel. I'm not sure who the others were. Perhaps you could enlighten me." Diana swiftly gave me the names of the other young ladies but then I had to match faces to the names. I managed to sort it out. By this stage we were passing close to the barn. "That reminds me," I said. "Did you know one of the cats has a litter in the barn? She's got five kittens there." Not unsurprisingly Diana was keen to see the kittens and I moved into the barn with her following on behind. There were two loose boxes at the end of the barn, used when they wanted an animal to be kept in the barn for whatever reason. Both loose boxes had a fresh bed of straw and the right hand loose box also came equipped with a calico cat and five assorted kittens. Naturally enough Diana oohed and aahed over the kittens, handling them gently while the mother watched suspiciously. "Time to be moving," I said eventually. "We still have some things to do." Diana reluctantly abandoned the kittens and rose to her feet. She turned towards the doors but I turned her slightly, indicating the other loose box. "What's in here?" she asked, moving into it. "You," I replied. "This morning I saw your very attractive figure and I had to struggle to keep my hands to myself. This afternoon I saw your lovely body once again and it was a lot easier not to touch, what with the audience, but that didn't mean the wanting to touch wasn't there. Third time lucky is the way I see it. Please take off your clothes as I am really wanting to touch you." "No dice," she said, sounding indignant. "And you said you wouldn't try anything." "You didn't believe me, did you?" I asked, sounding surprised. "Very silly of you if you did. Do you need help taking your clothes off? I'd be delighted to be of assistance." "I'm not taking anything off," she retorted. "And just what do you mean by touch, anyway?" "I noticed that you have a nicely shaven mons," I said, smiling as she blushed. "I want to run my hand over it to see if it's as smooth as it looked. I want to taste your nipples and watch them pucker up and point. I want to run my hands over your body and feel the sheer femaleness of you." "Yes, and then I suppose you'll want to make love to me," she pointed out. "It would be very nice," I admitted, "but I wouldn't push you too far tonight. I can wait until you're a little more ready for some serious intentions." "And I'm supposed to believe that that is all you'll do if I take of my clothes?" "That depends," I said. "What does it depend on?" "How gullible you are. We both know I brought you into the barn so I could strip you and screw you rotten. We're both just pretending that we don't." Her mouth dropped open in shock, not believing I'd just said that. While she was trying to come up with a reply I started undoing her belt. "What are you doing?" she snapped, slapping at my hands. "Helping you get undressed," I pointed out. "If you don't want to help me keep your hands to your sides. Better yet, use your hands to undo my trousers. You might as well investigate what I'm going to give you." Diana was making feeble little protests and slapping at my hands but she wasn't trying to do up anything I actually undid. I undid her belt and the buttons of her slacks and then pulled her top loose and started lifting it up. "Arms up," I said as I pulled the top higher, to be met with a resounding no. Funny that. She said no, loud and clear, but when I took her elbow and lifted it her arm rose without any struggle, letting me lift the top over her head and off. She clutched her hands to her breasts but I had no objection to that. It meant they were out of the way when I turned her around and unhooked her bra. "Will you stop this?" she demanded as I turned her back to face me. "Um, no, I don't think so," I murmured, gently tugging her hands away from her breasts, gratified to see that she held onto the bra so it came away as well. I pushed her hands down to her sides and then lifted my hands to capture her breasts. Cupping them, one in each hand, I leaned down and sucked lightly on her nipples, one after the other. She gasped and protested, but not very loudly, and her attempts to push my head away from her breasts were not what you would call strenuous. When I lifted my head her nipples were rosy red, damp, and peaked, and quite ready for more of the same. Reaching down I started pushing her slacks down, making sure her panties went with them. "You can't do this to me," she said in this woeful little voice, but in that case she really should be trying harder to stop me. With her slacks and panties around her ankles I ran my hands up her legs, stroking the long full length of them, pausing to rub her mons along the way. "Still nice and smooth," I murmured, finally standing up properly. "I want you to lie down on the straw now." "I won't, and you can't make me," she snapped. "Really? Have you ever seen this little trick?" I cupped a hand under her chin while my other hand cupped the back of her head. Then I lifted slightly, so I was effectively controlling the movement of her head. I moved it to the side and down, laying her neatly on her back. Where the head goes, the body follows, and no real force is needed. I will admit that Diana looked very surprised to find herself lying on her back, but she didn't try to get up again. "How did you do that?" she demanded and I winked at her. "Very efficiently," I told her. "I'll show you the trick sometime." I took hold of her slacks and panties, pulling them off her feet, finding her shoes caught in the legs of the slacks, leaving her naked apart from a pair of socks. "Come on," she said. "You're not really going to try to have sex with me, are you?" "There is no try," I said, using my best Yoda voice. She blinked but she caught the reference and her lips quirked in a smile she tried to hide. "In that case, I suggest you make it 'do not'," she said sweetly. I stood, looking down at her, calmly undoing my trousers. When I pushed them down it was blatantly obvious that I was opting for the 'do' part of the quote. I took off my top and settled down next to her. It seemed only fair that I be as naked as her. My hands started wandering, touching her all over. Fingertips lightly feathering across her face, hands squeezing her breasts lightly and rubbing them around with my palm, her nipples rolling under my touch. Trailing my fingertips lightly over her tummy, watching her squirm at the delicate touch, until a hand settled firmly over her mons, sliding further down to cover her pudenda and squeeze lightly. She was on her side facing me, pushing her hands against me. I think this was supposed to be an effort to push me away but, if it was, she would need a lot more effort. Perhaps she was pushing in the wrong place. I caught hold of one of her hands moving it down to where it would be more effective. When I let go she pushed against me and her hand closed nicely over my erection, bringing a sudden blush to her face. Her hand stayed where it was, apart from a gentle up and down motion while she explored her prize. I took my time, feeling her body and treasuring it, stroking it and letting it know it was desirable. One hand stroked her breasts, teased her nipples, the other was exploring elsewhere. I rubbed back and forth across her lips, stimulating them. Little circular motions on her mound, pressing firmly against her, were sending the message deeper into her - I want you - and her body was responding. I could feel her lips pursing slightly, her inner lips expanding, pushing out to kiss the palm of my hand, leaving a wet streak as my hand moved across them. A little subtle pressure and Diana was lying on her back. My leg was stretched along hers, pressing lightly. A little pressure from my toe upon the side of her foot and her legs were steadily drifting further apart. I swear my cock felt so hard that I thought it was in danger of breaking. I moved over her, between her thighs, gently extracting my erection from her grasp, letting it hover above her. I leaned forward slightly, cock in hand, brushing it back and forth along her lips, lips which seemed to be reaching out for me. I suppose, strictly speaking, I should have asked for permission at this stage, but what the hell? I knew that I was going to take her and she knew I was going to take her. If she didn't want this she could volunteer the information. Not that it looked like she was going to volunteer any such thing. She was breathing hard and her eyes were riveted to where my cock was brushing against her, waiting for that first little push. I gave that little push and she gave a small gasp, her hips rising up to meet me, and that first push turned into a firm thrust, my full length plunging into her willing body. It turned out that Diana had no intention of being a compliant little puppet, content to lie there and let me work my will upon her. With that first thrusts her legs came up and wrapped around me, holding me tight, using her legs to help pull me in deeper, faster. It seemed to me that we hit our stride right from the word go, both of us clinging to the other and moving urgently against each other. I banged her hard and she was with me every inch of the way, pushing up to take me, and letting her appreciation be known. I was feeling quite glad that I'd jumped her in the barn rather than the house. She was so vocal that if we'd been in the house the whole household would have known what was going on. I'd push in and she'd push up, crying, "Oh, yes. More. Harder. Oh, fuck me, I need more." I almost felt as though I wasn't up to the task. Almost. What I did was settle down to give her what she desperately needed. I hammered into her, my own pleasure rising by the moment, while I strived manfully to build her excitement and arousal, trying to reduce her to a screaming heap, lost to all but me and the pleasure I was bringing her. I must say, with all due modesty, that I think I succeeded. I was still building up to my best when she climaxed, oddly enough losing her voice when she came, just shuddering and shaking beneath me. She regained her voice fast enough when I didn't stop taking her. I wasn't finished so as far as I was concerned, neither was she. First of all she was, "What? What?" as I kept going, then it was, "Aah, aah, aah," then back to the, "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me harder." I pushed on, my own climax not that far off. Fortunately for me, Diana was already so aroused that it didn't take much more work on my part to bring her back to screaming point. Or lack of screams, I guess you could say, as she went silent again as her second climax hit her. That wasn't all that hit her. My own climax washed over me and I spilled my load into her, shuddering and jerking as I gave my all. Then we both sank down, exhausted and satisfied. "This," Diana finally managed to say, "was a one-off. Don't get any ideas about repeating that little performance." "Pity," I said in return. "You were quite sensational. I think I could stand a repeat performance. Twice daily, would be best." "In your dreams," she murmured. I just smiled and laid back. Actually, if I was going to go hunting the other skinny-dippers I probably wouldn't have time (or energy) to take Diana again. Still, we would wait and see what happened. The Skinny Dippers Ch. 02 I suppose I should recap what led me to my latest little dalliance. I was on holidays (reluctantly) in the country with my parents, staying at my sister's place. Also staying there were my brother's family, namely his parents and Diana, his sister. When Diana went missing one afternoon, and wasn't answering her phone, I got tapped to run around to a neighbour's place to kick her butt back home. Figuratively speaking, of course. She was around twenty, with a very nice butt, and kicking it wouldn't have won me any brownie points. I strolled along to the neighbour's place expecting to find her in a gabfest with Maureen, the young woman she was visiting. Instead I found that she and Maureen had a bunch of other young ladies over and they'd all gone swimming. Naked. Have you ever suddenly found yourself facing half a dozen naked young women? Nerve-wracking doesn't come into it. I damn near had a heart attack on the spot, and thank god I was wearing jeans that were strong enough to stop my erection ripping right through the material. Have you ever heard of the cheer-leader effect? Apparently when you put a bunch of pretty young things together they all seem prettier and more sexually attractive. That effect was in full force that day. Not only that but, after their initial embarrassment, the girls played off against each other, flaunting themselves and daring me to comment. An idiot I am not. I looked them over fairly hard but I kept my mouth shut, apart from delivering Diana's message. Ignoring uncalled for innuendos I beat a gracious retreat, although I may have said something to the effect that I'd see them all again. Walking home I'd decided that not only would I see them all again but that I'd be doing my level best to see them naked, one on one. This littler oath, unfortunately, was hampered by a couple of little details. These were the simple facts that, apart from recognizing Maureen and Isabel, I had no idea who the other three girls were or where they lived, although I had seen them around when I visited the nearby shopping centre. I discussed the matter later that day with Diana, just evincing a general curiosity as to who the young ladies were. I did not tell her that I intended to look them up. Maybe she's just naturally suspicious of men and their intentions because she let drop that if I wanted to meet Isabel by chance I should take a stroll down a nearby lane at a certain time, as that was when she'd be riding home from work. It was just a coincidence that I happened to be strolling down that lane at the correct time the next day. Isn't it odd how these things work out? There I was, strolling along, not a care in the world, and along came Isobel in a manner that surprised me. This was the country and she liked horses. When I heard she would be riding home I naturally put these together and thought she'd be riding horse. Not so. She was riding a bicycle. How plebeian. Here I was trying to think up ways to coax her down from a horse and she was already at ground level. What a waste of effort. "Isabel," I said happily, holding up a hand to stop her. "How nice to see you again." For a moment she looked confused and then she blushed. Ah, yes, she remembered where I'd seen her last. It occurred to me that having seen a young lady naked gave you somewhat of an advantage, as long as you didn't push it. "Um, Michael, isn't it?" she asked. "Diana's brother?" "That's right," I said affably. "You've probably seen me around a couple of times. I noticed that you were in the group yesterday." She gave a little lady-like snort of disbelief, but also blushed again. "The way you were looking at everyone I'm surprised you could recognise a single person who was there," she gently derided. "Oddly, enough," I said with a grin, "apart from Diana, who I know reasonably well, you were the only person I really noticed in the group. The others were more of a cast of extras, if you get what I mean." "Not really. We were all, ah, dressed in the same fashion." "Oh, come on," I protested. "You've got to be kidding me." "What do you mean?" "You're saying you don't know?" I asked, giving her a look that was intended to convey disbelief. Isabel shook her head, looking slightly confused. I sighed. "Isabel, at the risk of sounding a trifle crude, you have a magnificent chest. The others were insignificant after I saw these." I reached out and lightly touched her breast, by happy chance my finger landing on her nipple. She blushed and pulled back slightly and I didn't try to maintain contact. "Really, Isabel," I said quietly, "with you standing there looking like the original for Venus de Milo, I'm supposed to notice lesser people? Um, there is one thing I should warn you about." "And what's that?" she asked, looking a little flustered. "It was rather crowded yesterday so I couldn't do what I would have liked to do, but I did promise myself that I would see your lovely chest up close and touch it." "What are you doing," she demanded, sounding slightly shocked. What I was doing was flicking open the buttons on her shirt. She just stood there, half standing, half sitting on the bike, while I flicked her buttons open, one by one. I eased the shirt open and contemplated the treasures within. "I," I told her, "am truly thankful to the man who invented bras with a front fastener." I gave her a chance to protest but she didn't take it. Or, at least, if she intended to, she didn't do it fast enough. I unclipped her bra and watched with admiration as the bra cups dropped away from her breasts, leaving them on display. Raising my hand I glided my palm across her breasts, barely touching them, but feeling her nipples rub against my hand. "You are magnificent," I murmured, ignoring her spluttered comment that I had no right to touch her like that. "Hold still for a moment," I suggested, stepping closer and placing my hand on her back. Then I leaned forward, kissing first one breast and then the other, changing the second kiss to a gentle sucking of the nipple before moving over to do the same to the one I'd only kissed. "Do you really think I was noticing what the others didn't have when you were standing there?" I asked, shaking my head ruefully. "They might as well have not been there, although I suppose it was fortunate that they were." "Why?" "Because it meant that I couldn't pounce on you and ravish you on the spot," I said with a grin, giving a nice rolling R to the ravish. "Even now you're fortunate that I'm a gentleman, because what I'd like to do is drag you off to a secluded spot, kicking and screaming, where I'd tear off all your clothes and have my wicked way with you, ignoring your feeble struggles and protests, ravishing you until you couldn't be ravished anymore." I looked at her and sighed. "But like I said, I'm a gentleman so I can't do that." She was blushing again and looking a little nervous and, I'm sure it wasn't my imagination, a little disappointed. "Anyway, hop off the bike for a moment," I said, holding the handle bars so she could dismount more easily. "Why?" she asked as she got off, a question she should have asked before she got off. "So I can kiss you before you go riding off into the sunset," I told her, kicking the bike stand down and leaving the bike propped up. Before she could protest I had an arm around her pulling her closer, while my free hand captured a breast. I was a trifle surprised that she hadn't thought to cover up again but I wasn't complaining. "Of course, I could always kiss your breasts again," I said softly as she pulled away slightly at the mention of a kiss, whereupon she relaxed and let me kiss her. I kissed her quite thoroughly, my hand playing with her breast while I did so. Finally I broke the lip lock, standing there smiling at her. She was looking a bit flustered but smiled back. "Ah, what are you doing," she asked. "Just undoing a few buttons so I can push these down a little," I said, fingers busily flicking open the buttons at the waist of her shorts. "It wouldn't be proper to strip you completely out here in the middle of the road so I thought I'd just push these down a little way." "You can't do that," she protested quickly, if a little too slowly, as I was already helping her shorts and panties slide down a little. "Why not?" I asked. "After all, I have already seen you naked. Once more won't really hurt. Um, why don't you kneel down?" I urged her down onto her knees and then onto all fours, kneeling beside her, my hands playing with her. One hand was massaging her magnificent rack while the other slid over her bottom and started massaging her mound. "You shouldn't be doing this. What if someone comes?" "How often do you get traffic on this road?" I asked. Apart from me and her I had seen no-one using it at all. "Not much until later," she admitted, "but you still shouldn't be touching me like that. "Quite right," I agreed, changing my position so I was now behind her. "This is a much nicer way to touch you." I eased her lips apart slightly and leaned forward, my freed erection out and ready to play. She stiffened slightly as she felt me press against her. "You can't do that," she said. "Oh, my god, you are doing it. Oh my god, it's coming in. You should stop that." I was pushing slowly forward, taking my time, my cock making its way along her passage. No matter what she might choose to claim, her passage was hot and wet and welcoming, my cock fitting snugly within it. Did you notice by the way that she didn't tell me to stop doing it? She was just insisting that I shouldn't. There were a few more calls to god, plus a rather surprised call of, "Well fuck me," when I slid all the way into her. Both my hands were around her and holding her breasts now. I wasn't starting to really take her just yet, letting her get used to what was happening. "Why me, you bastard," she grumbled. "Why didn't you go and jump Diana instead? She's staying at the same house as you. Oh. Maybe you already have." "Isabel, I would never admit as to whether I've been with a specific lady. Whether I have or haven't is no-ones business but mine and I would neither confirm nor deny. The same way I would never confirm or deny being with you. As to why you?" I squeezed her breasts, letting her draw her own conclusions. "Now if you're ready," I said, starting to move, "shall we proceed?" I was thrusting into her quite firmly, moving at a nice pace without rushing things. It didn't take Isabel long to catch on to my style and she was moving with me, rocking back firmly to meet me. What I did find odd was her commentary. "I can't believe you're doing this to me. It's broad daylight and we're out in public. This just can't be happening. Who jumps a poor girl in the middle of the street? Oh my god, I'm being taken out in the open. I've never done anything like this before." That last must have been referring to having sex in a public road, because this was certainly not the first time she'd ever had sex. She knew just what she wanted and was pushing hard to get it. When I moved one hand away from her breast she promptly reached for it to drag it back to where it belonged, but her running commentary never stopped. Mind you, it was interspersed with gasps and moans of pleasure, but god that girl could talk. I was starting to have serious doubts as to whether I should be doing this and actually paused after one thrust to ask if she wanted me to stop. I didn't get a chance to ask her. There was a protesting squeal and an indignant demand as to why I was slowing down. I gave an internal shrug and started driving in harder than ever. Physically, she lapped it up, bouncing off me with great enthusiasm. Verbally her litany of protest started up again. Next time I was going to wear earplugs. All in all, her verbal antics didn't detract from my pleasure, and seemed to add to hers. She was feeling daring and decadent, having sex in the open, and was enjoying the whole experience. I was actually able to use her talking to judge how she was feeling, her voice getting shriller as we continued, and she actually said that she was going to climax, apparently not believing that such a thing was possible under the circumstances. It was certainly possible for me and when nature tapped me on the shoulder (or to be accurate, kicked me in the balls) I just pulled out all stops and let it rip. Isabel's voice rose into a wordless scream of surprise and then she was shuddering and gasping as her own climax took her. Almost before we had finished Isabel was hastily tidying up her clothes, her face flushed, as she looked up and down the road. Then she was back on her bike, but just half sitting, half standing, not leaving right away. "How could you attack me like that?" she demanded. "Don't you dare tell anyone what you did. I'd die of mortification." Far be it from me to disappoint her. "My lips are sealed," I said, making a zipping motion, and she seemed satisfied. "Are you going to be chasing the other girls?" she demanded. "What other girls?" I asked innocently. "From yesterday." "Now, Isabel," I said gently. "Why would I want to go chasing second best? I'm not even sure who the other girls were." She seemed pleased with that answer. She seemed even more pleased when a car came barrelling down the lane. It slowed as it passed us, but didn't stop. "See," Isabel said indignantly. "I said people use this road. That was Mrs Caruthers. She'll be back this way in the next five minutes on some pretext to see if she can catch us on the side of the road having a wild affair. You just watch. I'm out of here." With that she was off, peddling away down the road. A trifle paranoid, maybe. I set off down, strolling along. Maybe not so paranoid, I thought, as Mrs Caruthers drove past in the opposite direction. Maybe she just knows her neighbours. I was now left with a bit of a conundrum. Who next? There were four more young lovelies at that pool party. Maureen, the twins, Debbie and Tricia, and finally Petunia, better known as Pet. Who the hell named their child Petunia? Did I trust to luck or go hunting? A good question, but one I was finding hard to resolve. The Skinny Dippers Ch. 03 My, ah, problem started when I was on holiday with my parents and I was asked to wander over to a neighbour's place to fetch my sister, who was ignoring her phone. I found her there with a number of other young ladies, skinny-dipping. I had quickly delivered my message and, being heavily outnumbered, beat a hasty retreat, but not before opening my big mouth and promising to meet them all one on one. This, I realised, would be a damn sight easier to do if I knew who the various young lovelies were. A little quizzing of Diana, my sister, got me the names of the various lovelies but not how I could go about meeting them. Apart, that is, from a suggestion as to where I might meet Isabel. I actually did meet Isabel and had a little chat with her, but I had no idea of where to find the rest of the girls. Well, that's not exactly true. I knew where Maureen lived but it would take more nerve than I've got to just rock up at her parent's house and try to seduce her. So, effectively, the whereabouts of the girls was an unknown. I did know their names, though. They were Maureen, the twins, Debbie and Tricia, and finally Petunia, better known as Pet. Not knowing where to hunt for them I shoved the whole thing in the too hard basket and went about my normal holiday activities. This was not to be taken to mean that I forgot about them. The day after meeting Isabel my mother decided to go shopping at the local mall. With nothing else to do, stranded out in the country the way I was, I decided to tag along. Big mistake. After half an hour of shopping I was shopped out and my mother was just getting warmed up. I told her I was shooting through and that I'd catch a bus back to the farm if needed, so if I wasn't back by the time she was ready to go she should go without me. Leaving the mall I crossed to the park next to it. It was quite an expansive park, continuing to the edge of the town. It occurred to me that if I strolled across it I'd be on the road home and could walk the ten kilometres to the farm in an hour or so. I might even get a lift along the way. The exercise wouldn't hurt me either. I strolled into the park. Now this little town was quite dead during the day, everyone either at work, home or the mall. I was a little surprised to come across a young lady also strolling through the park. I moved a little faster and caught up with her. "Morning," I said cheerfully. "Nice day for a stroll in the park, isn't it?" She glanced over at me, did a double take, went pale and looked pointedly away. "Go away," she said, and icicles formed in the air. I did my own double take at that. It also occurred to me that the young lady looked familiar. "Um, I think I know you," I said affably, ignoring the chill. "You're Petunia, the one they call Pet. I think I'll call you Petal. A much nicer description of you. You look as pretty and as delicate as a flower." "I don't know you and we haven't met. Go away." Boy. Talk about your tough audiences. "Yes, we have. A couple of days ago at Maureen's place. No way could I forget. You were all gleaming white, standing out from the throng, and I could barely take my eyes off you, you were so lovely." She flushed and glared at me. "And is that what you said to Isabel before you tried to attack her?" she asked. What you might call a 'say what?' moment. "Ay? Attack Isabel? That's a base calumny. I have never tried to attack Isabel. If you don't believe me, ask her. Apart from meeting her on the road yesterday I've never even spoken to her." "It was Isabel who told me," she snapped. "She said you tried to jump her when you met her riding home. She said that you were after all the girls you met at our pool party." "Right," I drawled. "So I see Isabel riding her bike and try to jump her in the middle of a public road, where traffic could come past at any moment. Like Mrs Caruthers, who drove past twice while I was talking to Isabel. Can you really see me taking that sort of chance?" Petal gave me a look that wasn't quite so severe. "But you did make a pass at her and you did tell her you were hunting all the girls from the pool party." "No harm in making a pass. I'm entitled to make them and she's entitled to catch them or let them sail on by. However, I definitely didn't tell her that I was looking for all the girls at the party. Even if I was, you'd have no reason to worry, pretty though you are." She was back to giving me nasty looks. Didn't she want to feel safe? "What do you mean by that crack?" she demanded. "I would consider it unfair to try to seduce a virgin, especially when I'll be going home in a few days, so set your mind at rest. Even though I thought you were the pick of the bunch and would love to taste you, I fully realise that you're off-limits." "Who told you I was a virgin?" she demanded. "Did Isabel tell you that?" "Ah, not in so many words," I admitted, "but it was easy to see what she was getting at. Don't let it worry you." "It doesn't worry me and she doesn't know what she's talking about," snapped Petal. "You shouldn't listen to a thing she says. She's just jealous of all other girls. Always running us down because she's got bigger boobs than us." Bigger boobs, indeed. That I had to admit. A double portion was allotted to that young lady. I should know. "You apparently listened when she said I attacked her," I pointed out. "Or did she say that? Did she, instead, make certain innuendos and let you draw your own conclusions?" From her blush I'd guessed right. I laughed at her. "Probably trying to scare both of us off, especially when I commented on how lovely you'd looked. She did mention something about small breasts but they certainly looked fine to me when I saw them. Um, I think you'd better hang on to that virgin tag for a while." "Why should I want to pretend I'm something I'm not?" she asked indignantly. "Self-defence?" I suggested. "From you, I assume?" "Well, if I'm the sort of person who'd tried and attack Isabel on the open road with Mrs Caruthers driving around then I'm capable of anything." "OK. I don't believe you tried to attack Isabel. You probably wouldn't have to. Fending her off is more likely. And you've got no reason to try and jump me in the middle of town." "A couple of minor corrections," I said. "We're in the middle of the park and quite secluded, for a start. And there was that littler matter of the pool party. Remember, you standing there all white and glowing, and me standing there with my eyes popping and wondering how I could taste the strawberries and cream." She blushed slightly. "Where do the strawberries come into it?" she asked, rather naively in my opinion. We'd continued strolling through the park as we talked but with that comment I stopped and turned her towards me. "Two pretty pink strawberries, just aching for me to taste them," I said softly, reaching up and placing a finger gently on one nipple. Hey, what can I say? She was wearing a thin top and her nipples left little bumps on it, making them easy to spot - and touch. She gave a little squeak and backed up a step. "That's not funny," she said crossly. "Wasn't meant to be. Look at me," I said, pointing to my head. "Can't you see my mighty mind is whirring full bore, trying to find a way to coax you out of that top so I can see those strawberries in their natural surroundings?" "Ha. Did you try that line on Isabel?" "No, I didn't. There's no-one around. Take off your top. I want to see you up close, not surrounded by a gaggle of giggling geese." "I'm not going to do that!" "Why not? It won't hurt you and there's no-one to see but me. It's not as though I'm asking you to strip." While talking I put my hands in my pockets, attempting to show her that I was no threat. She was tempted. Girls are just as interested in sex as men, although they tend to deny it. Having a man asking to see her breasts like this was exciting, and we were shielded by the trees in the park. "If I show you will you then go away and leave me alone?" "To be honest, no. If you take your top off I am going to taste you." I looked at her and shrugged. "I can't help it. I've been thinking about you and your breasts ever since I sprung you and the others at the pool." She was chewing on her lip, plainly considering the idea. I contemplated giving another little push but decided it would be counter-productive. I tied to wear a hopeful expression and left it to her. "Bloody hell," she muttered, glaring at me. "All right, but just for a minute and then it goes back on with no protests." "It's your decision," I said quickly, lifting my hands in a hands-off gesture. "Just you remember that," she muttered. Now that she'd decided she moved quickly, flipping her top off and then doing the same with her bra, apparently not needing to unfasten it. "Oh, my," I said softly. "Even nicer than I remembered." I reached out and cupped them tenderly, weighing them in my hands. Not overly large but very shapely, and her nipples were now pointing at me, showing me she was already slightly aroused. I gently rolled her nipples with my thumbs. "Let's just move off the path a little," I said, "just in case someone else does come along. I wouldn't want anything to happen that might embarrass you." While talking I was shepherding her off the path and onto the lawn and behind some bushes, showing true consideration for her feelings. Stopping as soon as were out of sight of the path, I bent down and brushed my mouth across one nipple, lips parted slightly so my teeth rasped over her nipple. Then my mouth closed over her breast and I gently sucked, teasing her nipple with my tongue. Lifting my head I could see she was flushed and breathing harder, and she didn't say anything when I transferred my attention to her other breast. Her minute quickly extended into a couple and she was still making no move towards putting on her top again. I stood back from her for a moment, unbuttoning my shirt. "Ah, what are you doing?" she asked. "Just undoing my shirt," I said matter of factly. "I want to kiss you and when I do I want to feel your breasts pressing against my chest." I pulled my shirt open and then gently tugged her towards me, her breasts mashing against my chest. I could feel her nipples as two hard little nubs pressing against me. Then I kissed her. Not bad as kisses go. She put some enthusiasm into it and there was a little bit of wriggling, causing her breasts to rub back and forth across my chest. I was rather furry, chest wise, and I wondered how it felt to her. Not that she seemed to have any complaints. Now my hands were naturally on her back, stroking it while I kissed her. It also seemed natural to slide my hands down across her bottom and back up. It wasn't really my fault that her dress rode up with my hands. It was just coincidence that the back of her dress wound up bunched at waist height while my hands remained at bottom height, resting on her panties. When we broke the kiss she looked at me. "Um, your hands," she said. "Oh, right. Shouldn't be there, should they," I agreed. I slid my hands up but they just seemed to want to slide back down again, this time sliding under her panties and closing over the cheeks of her bottom. "That better," I asked. "You know it's not. I don't want your hands in my pants." Which was reasonable, I suppose. So I pushed the panties down out to the way. "Do you mind?" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?" "Feeling a very nice bottom," I replied. I let my hands drift around to her front. "Ah, also checking to see if my memory was correct and you had this cute little landing strip just here." "That's enough," she said. "I think I'd better put my top back on." "Hold on," I said quickly. "There's no rush." I lifted the front of her skirt, letting her see that I was looking and admiring. "Just relax a little," I told her. "I just want to touch you. I'm not going to try to have sex with you. Even I will admit that that would be pushing it." I eased her down onto the grass, settling down next to her. Leaning over her I started tasting her breasts again while I let my hand wander around down below, tracing her landing strip and stroking the, ah, hangar that it led to. After a while I sat up, unzipped, and coaxed her to sit straddling me, her pussy just rubbing up against my erection. She emphasized that she wouldn't be having sex with me and I agreed that that was reasonable. I wouldn't, I assured her, try to take her. We kissed some more, her pussy rubbing against the length of my cock, and I could feel her heat and wetness. She was breathing quite heavily now, but I'm a man of my word and didn't try to stick it in. Instead I lay back, pulling her with me, so that she was lying on top of me. There was more kissing and more touching. A gentle tug on her bottom and she slipped a little higher along me. I could feel my erection resting between her legs, the business end pointing right where it wanted to go. It was only a matter of time. She adjusted her position slightly and suddenly her pussy was pressing down upon my cock. She froze. "Ah, you said you weren't going to actually have sex with me," she pointed out, speaking carefully. "No," I corrected her. "I said I wouldn't try to take you. I'm not. I'm just lying here. You'll find that you're pressing against me." She glared at me. "Don't be ridiculous," she snapped. "I wouldn't do such a thing." She put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up right, and the look on her face when she found she had swivelled onto my cock was a joy to behold. Not fully on, but she had managed to sink an inch or so into her before she could stop. She blushed very prettily. "You've started, you might as well continue," I suggested. She sat frozen for a moment, spluttering and trying to deny what had happened. She wanted to accuse me of doing it but we both knew that she was the one who'd slipped up. (Or on, in this case.) Mind you, I might have staged the scene so that this sort of accident could happen, but she had made that final move. Her main trouble was that she was aroused. Actually, she was not only aroused but a cock had already started its journey. She was giving me a very irritated look as she slowly sat up, letting my cock sink smoothly into place. "You planned this, damn you. No, don't bother trying to protest. You know you did." I lay there, watching her, but my hands did rise to cup her breasts. I squeezed them slightly, rubbing the nipples. "Go on," I said softly. "Do it." Her face changed to a look of concentration and she started to move, sliding smoothly up and down my cock. All I had to do was lie there and accept what was being done. Inactivity was not quite my style. I started pressing up to meet her as she moved and very soon we were banging along in fine style. I don't know who had been teaching her what, or if she just had a natural talent, but she would give this very disconcerting little twist every so often. The first time she did I thought I was going to come on the spot, but I got past it. Fortunately I was ready for it after that and could make allowances. Or as much in the way of allowances you can make when a young lady has straddled you and is bouncing on you in a very interesting way. Petal was making little sounds of appreciation as she bounced, thoroughly enjoying her efforts, her excitement plain to see on her face. Her arousal was complete and she was going for the prize. Her breathing was getting harder, she was gasping with the effort she was making, finally falling forward on top of me, bottom still bobbing up and down. I took her lying on top of me as my cue. Arms around her I rolled over, taking her with me, and now I was on top and being the driving force. So I like the dominant position. Don't most men? She was past ready, and I was driving in hot and hard, quite eager to spill my load, just trying to hold it until the last moment. She was making throaty little sounds, trying to hold herself together but losing the battle fast. I gave a slightly stronger push and she shattered, and I was only too willing to let go at the same time. We lay exhausted for a couple of moments and then Petal gave me a hard shove. "Get off, me you great oaf," she grumbled, and I obediently rolled to one side. We lay like that for a few more moments and then she sat up, frowning at me. "I," she stated, "am more inclined to believe Isabel now. You probably did try to jump her on the road." I opened my mouth to defend myself but she got in first. "Yes. Even with Mrs Caruthers driving back and forth along the road to keep an eye on you." "All I did was kiss you," I said meekly. "You. . ." I broke off at the look on her face, deciding silence was the wiser option. "If you dare say I jumped you I will strangle you," she said quietly but deliberately. "You probably planned the whole thing." "No, not really," I said with a laugh, "but I'm not sorry it happened." She gave me the evil eye for a moment, but then laughed as well. "Ah, well. These things happen," she said. "Just be aware that it won't be happening again." She started scrambling into her clothes and I tidied up my own. "I don't need an escort," she told me when were back on the trail. "Why don't you walk in that direction while I continue the way I was going?" I bowed to a superior force and headed off in that direction, even if it was taking me back to the mall. Maybe my mother had finished shopping and I'd be able to grab a lift home. The Skinny Dippers Ch. 04 I had been holidaying in the country (not by choice) and my ordeal was nearly over. I'm sure the country is a fine place for a holiday -- for other people. Me, I'll take the beach any day. Not that the country was without some unexpected attractions. I was asked to drop around with a message for my sister when she went to visit a neighbour. To be accurate, she was my sister's sister-in-law, rather than mine, but I'm sure you get my meaning. Anyway, when I dropped around I had an unusual encounter, a bevy of beauties skinny dipping. Six of them, including my sister-in-law. Subsequent to that I'd had an interesting chat with a couple of the young ladies who'd been at the pool party. I'd have liked to have had a chat with the others but didn't know where to find them. Bar Maureen, the neighbour. Trouble was, by the time I got up the nerve to go around and visit her at home she was out. Or not answering the door to me, anyway. Now the holiday had nearly passed, departure for home being scheduled for the next day. With a complete day of nothing in front of me I thought I'd go to the local town and look around. I managed to cadge my sister's car off her as she didn't require it for the day and she could borrow our father's car if she had to, and I drove in to town. I bummed around the mall for a while and then decided to have a cup of coffee. I found a coffee shop and grabbed a cup and then looked for a place to sit. There was a young lady sitting at one of the tables by herself and she looked familiar. I could have sworn that I knew her, but there again, I couldn't remember where from. I moved over to her table. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked, and she looked at me, looked slightly harder and then nodded, seeming amused. "Ah, don't get the wrong idea," I said cautiously, "but I feel I know you from somewhere. Have we met? I'm pretty sure we haven't because there's no way I'd forget you, but you still seem familiar." "No," she said, and it seemed to me that she was trying not to laugh. "We've never really met, although I have seen you about." I tried to sound her out, told her my name and didn't get hers in return. She just seemed mightily amused by me, which was a bit disconcerting. Everything fell into place when we were joined by another young lady. I looked up at her, blinked, and the answer smacked me over the ear. "I remember now," I said. "Debbie and Tricia. The two young ladies I was thinking of as the perfect hand. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." The twin who was already seated at the table blushed mightily, but the one who'd just rolled up laughed. "I'm Debbie. She's Tricia. You're Mike. We almost met at Maureen's pool party," she said. "Ah, what do you mean that we're the perfect hand?" "Ah, yes. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that," I said looking away. "Well, you did mention it," said Debbie, sitting down, "so give." "Six aces would be a pretty much unbeatable hand in anyone's game," I explained. "Um, when I saw you at Maureen's place I couldn't help but notice four matched aces of diamonds and two aces of spades. I had never wanted some aces so badly in my life." The girls looked a little puzzled so I gave a small explanation. "Um, diamonds are red," I said tapping my chest, "and between you, you had four beautiful aces." Tricia went even redder but Debbie just laughed. "Very clever. What about the aces of spades?" she asked. "Oh. I get it. Don't bother telling us," she added quickly." I had noticed at the pool party that the twins were not clean shaven, but had neatly trimmed and shaped little bushes. Guess what they looked like from a distance. "I have to admit that the pool party was a bit of an eye-opener to me. First time I've ever seen such a beautifully matched pair." "Uh-huh, you couldn't take your eyes off us," said Debbie. "The others were just background material for our scintillating presence." "I couldn't have put it better myself," I agreed with a smile. "Ah, I think you might have when you spoke to Pet," pointed out Debbie. "She said she saw you in the park and that you tried it on." "And I think Isabel mentioned something about how she stood out from the crowd," added Tricia. "She put it down to having a wonderful pair of knockers." Bloody gossips. Did they tell each other everything? I wondered just how much they had spilled. Still, it couldn't be too bad because the girls were at least talking to me. There again, it appears they might have said too much. "Tell me, Tricia, which do you think are tastier, strawberries or diamonds?" "Oh, strawberries, of course. Poor us. I guess we don't measure up to Pet's flavour." "I wouldn't know," I said, "but I'm quite willing to find out how tasty you are. Too bad we're in the middle of the mall. Be rather shocking for me to try to find out here." "Poor little diddums," mocked Debbie. "Striking out all along the line, aren't you. What do you say we take him home, Tricia, and just give a little taste? We've finished here, after all." Tricia blushed, apparently not being quite as brazen as her sister but nodded. "But a taste is all," she said quickly. The girls stood up. "Are you coming?" asked Debbie. In my pants, was what I thought. "Of a certainty," was what I said. We walked to the twins' place, it being quite close to the mall. Come to think of it, the whole town was close to the mall. It was that sort of town. We talked about nothing much as we wandered along. What did I think of country living? (Not much.) What was it like in the city? The two girls seemed to find the whole situation vastly amusing. They appeared to be of one mind without having to actually speak to each other. I don't know precisely what they were up to but they were certainly up to something. Once we reached the house they led me down the hallway and into what proved to be their bedroom. It was rather an odd bedroom, designed for twins. It appeared as though it had originally been two smaller rooms but the wall between them had been knocked down and reshaped as a large arch, leaving two matching halves, furniture and fittings wise. The differences between the two halves were the personal decorations, with these being tailored to match slightly different personalities. Now that we were in their bedroom the girls didn't muck about. Debbie calmly lifted her dress and started rolling down her pantihose. Tricia hesitated for a moment, blushed, and followed suit. Then it was dresses gone, bras and, finally, panties, leaving the two young ladies standing there, naked. As if on cue they both preened and did a slow three sixty turn, ensuring that I saw everything they had. "You like?" asked Debbie, both of the girls smiling happily. "What's not to like?" I asked, and even to myself I sounded slightly stunned. "That's nice," said Debbie with a little purr. "Do you want to know what happens now?" I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head slightly, my whole stance a question mark. "Now," said Debbie, reaching up to lightly stroke my cheek, "you piss of and get the fuck out of our house." If I was stunned at the sight of them naked you can imagine how stunned I was at that comment. "What the hell made you think we were easy?" asked Debbie. "Go on. Piss off." I was not amused. "A couple of small mistakes that I should point out before I 'piss off' as you so quaintly put it. For a start, I don't think that at any stage I implied that I thought you were easy. I did imply that I was interested but the choice to return the interest was up to you. I can't recall trying to pressure you. The second mistake is the big one though. You have obviously mistaken me for a gentleman." They looked confused for a second and during that second I pounced. Stooping I grabbed the pantihose they'd just taken off and then swept them both onto the nearest bed. I probably weighed about as much as the pair of them combined and what followed was just no contest. Figuring Tricia to be the follower and Debbie the leader I just pinned Tricia to the bed by placing a leg across her waist and concentrated on Debbie. I rolled her onto her tummy, hands behind her, and used the pantihose to tie her hands together. That was one leg. The other leg I twisted around her ankles, effectively tying her down. I won't say she was tied down very well or very tightly. A concerned wriggle would get her out eventually, but it would suffice for the time being. I pushed her to the side and turned to Tricia, using the second pair of pantihose to immobilise her. Standing up I looked down at my two prisoners who were using some rather rude language. I waited, and they finally shut up and glared at me. "I suppose you're going to rape us now," snarled Debbie. "Oh, please. How crude do you think I am? Right now, having sex with you is the last thing on my mind." This was true to a point. I had certain other priorities, but I will admit that having sex with them was on the list, even if on the bottom of it. "Then what the fuck are you playing at?" she demanded to know. "Well, in my opinion, you two have been incredibly stupid. You invite a stranger home, insinuating that there will be sexual delights, strip off and flaunt your bodies once you get home, and then tell him to piss off. Older women than you have got themselves into a dreadful amount of trouble over such shocking behaviour. You two are lucky. All you're going to do is get your bottoms paddled." "What!" "Your bottoms paddled. You know, like in naughty girls get spanked and you two have been naughty as well as stupid. I don't think you can really complain about getting a spanking when you consider what might happen." "You wouldn't dare." In answer to that I sat on the bed and hauled Tricia across my knee, bum up. "Watch me," I said. "In case you're wondering why I'm spanking Tricia first it's because if I spank you first you'd wriggle like crazy, possibly get loose, and try to stop me spanking Tricia. Tricia on the other hand will accept the spanking. Reluctantly, but she'll accept it. Once she's been spanked you'll feel honour bound to accept your own." "A slight flaw in you plan. I'm Tricia. You've got Debbie." "And you are telling fibs. I might not know you well but I can tell you apart." "You can't. We're identical. No-one can tell us apart." "I can," I said with a grin. And I could. Debbie was a lot mouthier than Tricia. If they both shut up I'd be stumped. "Shall we get on with this?" I suggested. Both girls said, "No," with a single voice but that didn't stop my hand from landing on Tricia's bottom. She squealed and squealed again when my hand came down again. I'd been correct about the lack of wriggling from Tricia. She was rather vocal, protesting the outrage on her person, but she didn't try to struggle. Her squeals did become a little shriller when I took advantage of her position to slap my hand down on her exposed pussy a few times. Debbie couldn't see that but she could tell from the tone of Tricia's voice that something was wrong. "What are you doing?" she raged at me. "Ah, isn't it obvious. There's Tricia. There's her bare bottom. Here is a smack for it. That's all, isn't it, Trish?" She acknowledged that was all, not game to complain about where the occasional spank landed. However, seeing that her bottom now had a nice red glow I rolled Tricia back onto the bed. "Your turn to enjoy the delights of a little discipline," I said, lifting Debbie and putting her across my lap. "Now you saw that Trish just lay there nice and quietly. See if you can do the same." She didn't struggle, which was a plus, and neither did she squeal when my hand landed on her bottom. That doesn't mean she was silent. She had a surprisingly choice selection of invective that she offered up to me. This got even louder when I made the mistake of slapping my hand down over her pudenda. Not that this stopped me from making the same mistake a second time. And a third, and a fourth, etcetera. Debbie's bottom and her pussy were rather red when I put her back on the bed. "There. That wasn't so bad, now was it?" I said softly. "Now I get to show you I can be a gentleman and also take you up on your earlier offer." "What do you mean? What do you think you're doing," protested Debbie. What I was doing was rolling her onto her tummy and lifting her bottom into the air, leaving her nicely presented. "I'm going to do the gentlemanly thing and kiss it better," I said. "Also I'll get to taste you while I'm doing it, as per your earlier offer." "What? Don't you dare! Don't you dare touch me there!" Too late. I was already kneeling behind her, head down, tongue probing at her lips. My tongue slipped between her lips quite easily. It's amazing how a little spanking can arouse a woman, especially if you're not being brutal. Fingers and tongue applied their trade, stirring up Debbie no end. She was hot and she was wet and, like it or not, she was fully aroused. I finally lifted my head. Debbie was breathing hard, muttering under her breath. Tricia was also breathing hard, and looking very flushed. "Your turn," I said to her. "Roll over and bottom up." "You can't do that," she protested. "I don't want you to. You mustn't. I'm sorry. We'll behave. Don't do it." For all her protest she still managed to roll over pretty quickly, lifting her bottom high. One touch was enough to confirm that she was already aroused. I went to work with hands and tongue, doing my best to drive her wild. Tricia was a very sensitive young woman, squirming and writhing under my administrations. She gave a very voluble protest when my tongue started poking around next to her clitoris though. All of a sudden she was all, "Ah, no, don't, oh my god, stop that, ah, stop it, you can't do that, god, what are you doing." Her voice was getting higher and higher, breaking into a small scream when she suddenly climaxed, shaking and shuddering. I let her be, standing up. I slowly undid my belt, with the two girls watching me like hawks. "Um, you said you weren't going to have sex with us," pointed out Tricia. "No, he didn't. He said it was the last thing he was going to do," corrected Debbie. "Did you really think he wouldn't try it on?" I slid down my trousers and undies and my erection leapt forth. "The question is which one do I choose?" That twin's unison struck again. They both said, "Me," at the same time. I suspect that they were both trying to protect the other but I was quite willing to take it to mean general acceptance. "OK. Both it is," I said agreeable. Tricia was still crouched over where I'd left her, recovering from her little climax. It seemed easiest to take her first. I was on the bed, kneeling behind her and driving forward before she really caught on to what was happening. She was hot and wet and my cock sank in with that first thrust, her bottom automatically lifting and driving back against me. Her climax had left her defenceless, and she was pushing back against me eagerly as I plundered her soft body. With Tricia so hot and ready I didn't even try to hold back. I drove in hard, the slap of flesh hitting flesh sounding like applause for what we were doing. Guttural little groans were coming from her throat as she pushed desperately to meet me, all hot and aroused and wanting. Quite frankly, after her first climax I thought she might reach her next one quickly, and I wasn't wrong. I could feel her getting there, and I did try to delay it, but it was too hot and too strong and she gave a scream, louder than for her first one, and was convulsing under me, her climax having free rein. Me, I was desperately hanging on for the ride, trying not to lose my equipment and my load. After all, I still had more work to do. Tricia shuddered and shook, finally calming down and settling on the bed, drained. I disengaged and turned towards Debbie. I rolled her onto her back and then reached down and pulled lose the fastening at her ankles. "You're letting me go?" she asked hopefully. "You're kidding," I said smiling. "If I don't take you while you're tied up and helpless you'd be terribly disappointed. No, I'm just releasing your legs so that I can get between them and you can see me dominating you." "You," she said with devout sincerity, "are a complete bastard." I just smiled, dragging her legs apart and moving between them. Then I tried to take her. I say tried because she wriggled. She was not taking my cock into her without even the pretence of a struggle. She wriggled and squirmed while I tried to make some headway. Finally I was able to part her lips long enough for my cock to make a partial entry. Then I relaxed, letting her wriggle. All it took was a little firm pressure and I found that Debbie's wriggling was slowly driving her onto my cock. I must have been half-way in before she caught on that she was doing all the work of impaling herself. She relaxed back onto the bed at that stage, glaring up at me. "You were doing that deliberately," she snapped. "You let me make a fool of myself." "Guilty," I cheerfully admitted, "but you did feel wonderful squirming around on my cock. Now relax and watch." Surprisingly enough that's precisely what she did. She'd put up her struggle and now she apparently felt that she was allowed to partake of what was going on. Her eyes stayed on me, watching as I slowly sank into her -- not helping, but no longer resisting. Once I was fully home I was watching her face and she lifted her gaze to mine. I slowly pulled back and moved in again, but now she lifted her hips to meet me. Slowly but surely we gained some tempo, and soon we were moving together quite nicely. The benefit of free legs now became obvious, with Debbie raising them and wrapping them around me, holding me tightly while I drove into her. There was one notable difference between the twins. While I had been taking Tricia it had been all self on her part, me being almost irrelevant to the pleasure she was getting. With Debbie, she was giving as good as she got, working hard to please me even as I was working to pleasure her. She writhed under me even as she pumped up against me, rubbing her breasts against my chest, wanting my hands on them and not afraid to ask. I have to admit that I wasn't reluctant to place my hands on her breasts and massage them, rubbing them, squeezing them to the same tempo of my cock driving into her. The internal pressure and pleasure was building up in me. I was almost ready, just waiting for Debbie to reach the right point. She was nearly there, I was sure of it. Sometimes I think women should have a little indicator that lights up when the right moment arrives. As it was I had to go by guess and by sheer desperation, not being able to hold back any longer. I hit my end run and really gave it to her, which, fortunately, was what she was waiting for. She climaxed even as I was letting loose, her passage closing over my cock and milking me for all she was worth. Then, satisfied that she had drained me to the last drop she relaxed, letting me drop away, spent. I would have been content to just lie there for a while but I was rousted up by Tricia yelling at us. Well, yelling at Debbie, I suppose. "Debbie, will you pull yourself together?" she was yelling. "Look at the time, damn you." Debbie did pull herself together and looked at the time and then looked at Tricia. "What time did mother say they would be home?" Tricia asked very sweetly, and I saw Debbie's eyes go wide. "Fucking hell," she gasped. "Get us untied and get the hell out of here. Our parents will be home at any moment." I untied her hands and she jumped over to untie Tricia while I was still pulling up my trousers. The Skinny Dippers Ch. 04 Then, still naked, the girls were propelling me towards the front door, arguing about which one would have first shower. I was pushed outside and the door closed with a bang, leaving me to find my way back to the mall. A sudden and surprising end to an interesting incident. Of the girls at the pool party I'd managed to have a chat with five of them. Maureen I would have to cross off the list for two reasons. One, I doubted that I could do anything even if I did find her today. Two, tomorrow we were going home. Ah, well. Perhaps I'd be dragged on another country holiday. Time would tell.