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Fool by the Pool
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Fool by the Pool Mom and Dad had gone out of town for a week, as they have several times since my sister Lory turned eighteen last year. A year older, I'd already passed the magic age they'd set in their minds as the qualification for trustworthiness, if not exactly maturity. This time, they were off to Hollywood to see the stars. Lory and I had the house to ourselves, but I'd already decided to spend the weekend at Gail's place. Gail and I have been friends for three years and more than friends for two. I had no doubt but that she'd be as eager as ever to give me a blowjob or let her fuck her in the ass. Only her pussy was off-limits, she'd told me (several times); she was saving that choice bit of tender, juicy meat for her wedding night. "You'll get it, Jimmy," she'd promised me, "but not until then." I probably could have pushed it, but there was no need. If the truth were to be told, I preferred her ass to her cunt, anyway. Not only was her asshole tighter and her rectum deeper than her twat, but fucking her butt also wasn't going to get her pregnant. It remained to be seen as to whether we'd wed (we probably would), so why risk fathering a by her until it was a sure thing, especially when Gail's ass was more than a merely an adequate substitute pussy. I was on my way out the door when Lory told me she was planning to have her girlfriends over for a weekend-long pool party. "I was going to ask you about it, before you told me you're staying over at Gail's apartment, but, now that you're not going to be home, I know you won't mind." "Of course not, Lory." I kissed her brow. "Have fun." She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Jimmy." "Who all is coming?" I asked, trying to sound casual. She'd turned to leave, but she stopped. Turning to face me, she smiled. "Kathy, Virginia, Celine, and Bette. You know, the usual." Oh, yes, I knew, all right. Growing up, I'd fantasized more than once about fucking each and every one of them. They'd come to our house many times, and I'd seen all of them, throughout their teens, and before, wearing a variety of bikinis. How I'd longed to catch one or more of them naked. I'd stayed up late at night, hoping and praying they'd sneak out, after my parents had gone to sleep, to risk a quick swim in the nude. They'd loved our family pool so much that Mom and Dad had called them The Mermaid Club. I'd referred to them simply as The Pool Fools. "Oh. Great. Well, have fun." "You, too, Jimmy." "Oh, I will," I said. "With a girl like Gail, I'll bet you will, brother dear," Lory teased. "What's that supposed to mean?" She smiled. "You know what it means: be careful; wear a condom." "Lory!" I'd pretended to be shocked and, in doing so, found that I really was shocked. It was weird hearing my little sister caution me about the need to wear protection. She giggled. "Bye, big brother." I watched her sashay down the hallway to her room. She was wearing a baby doll nightgown, and she looked cuter than hell. Of The Pool Fools, my sister was the hottest, no doubt about it. I drove halfway to Gail's place before parking my car in a secure, all-night garage. Pocketing my keys, I caught the bus home--I sure as hell had no intention of staying at Gail's apartment, not when The Pool Fools were spending the weekend at my house!  I let myself back into the house through the servants' entrance, taking the back stairs up to my room, the balcony of which overlooked our swimming pool. It's a large, "L"-shaped pool with an artificial waterfall. Artificial boulders, large shrubs, and tiers of flowering plants and bougainvillea enclose it on three sides, offering complete privacy, since the fourth side opens onto a walled-in walkway that leads from the backdoor patio to the pool deck. The only view of the water is from my balcony and Lory's, both of which extend fifteen feet from the rear wall of the house. I eased open the sliding-glass door that admitted me to my balcony, and crept forward, softly, to ensure that I didn't disturb anyone who might be in the pool, not that there was likely to be anyone in the water--the house was quiet, and, as far as I knew, no one was home but Lory and me. It seemed unlikely that her girlfriends would have arrived this early, if my sister had called to invite them yet, which, knowing last-minute Lory, she hadn't. Because of the splashing of the waterfall, I couldn't hear anything else, such as paddling or swimming sounds, so, when I looked down, into the pool area, and saw my sister completely naked, my eyes bulged from their sockets, or certainly seemed to do so, and I felt weak in the knees. I knelt, at the rail, and peered down, through its slats at the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen, before or since--my sister Lory, her glorious figure marble smooth and milky under the full moon that moved among the early evening's stars, and, my heart pounding, my mouth dry, my pulse racing, and my cock and balls rising, studied the elegance of my sister's naked body from afar, a secret admirer who felt as blessed by the sight that chance had offered to my eyes, after all these years of dreaming about what my sister looked like without clothes, as Pygmalion must have felt at the sight of his dream girl, Galatea. Lory was standing with her back toward me, and my eye traveled down, from her golden mane of hair, cascading over the gentle slopes of her smooth shoulders, along the inward-bowing curve of her spine, past the dimples at the tops of her buttocks, to linger on the full, firm, round bottom that flared from her narrow hips, sleek and lovely, before merging with her firm, shapely thighs and her tapering calves. My God! but my sister was gorgeous! I wanted, desperately, to view her from the front, too, before she dove into the pool for her swim. She started toward the pool, but stopped, as if she'd forgotten something. She turned, starting for the back of the house, and I ducked, drawing back, lest she happen to glance up and see me hunkered at the side of my balcony, looking down at her. She never once looked in my direction, though, but hastened into the house. In the brief few moments she'd faced me, though, I'd had a glimpse of the perfection of her breasts, which were as full, high, round, and splendid as I'd imagined; her flat, slightly concave tummy; the tiny cleft of her girlish, shaved sex; her narrow waist and hips; and her long, well-shaped legs. My cock was rigid, and my balls were high inside my tightly drawn and risen scrotum. She was gone for several minutes, and I had begun to think that she'd changed her mind about her swim when, finally, she returned, offering me another view of her swiveling hips, her round, firm fanny, and her lean, well-toned legs as she walked to a white wrought-iron table and set her cell phone there, where it would be close to hand. She'd forgotten her all-important means of communication, which is why she'd gone back into the house. Maybe she'd misplaced it and had had to search for it for a few minutes, which would explain why she'd taken a while--an eternity, it seemed to me--to return. Now, having fetched her phone, she returned her attention to the swimming pool. Walking to its edge, she sprang from the lip of the deck, flinging herself horizontally, out, over the water, and I rejoiced at the flexing of her thighs and calves, the bending of her waist and the bowing of her ass, the straightening of her spine, and the spill of her boobs beneath her as she launched herself out, over the water. She seemed to hang forever in the air, and then, some ten feet or so into the pool, there was a loud splash, a white plume of water, and my sinfully beautiful little sister was lost, momentarily, to sight, beneath the rippling surface of the pool. When she came up again, spluttering, her glorious body bejeweled with beads and streamers of water, bright in the flickering flames of the electronic torches that illuminated the night--or at least that tiny bit of it that surrounded our pool--and wiping her wet blonde locks from her streaming face, her breasts shimmered with droplets of water, and her nipples, I could tell, even from my balcony, were stiff and swollen. Although the pool was heated, it was only May, and the water's temperature, although not at all unpleasant, was obviously cold enough to have worked this special magic on Lory's nipples. Yes I couldn’t help but admire my sister’s near perfect form. I kept reminding myself, “She’s still your sister Jimmy!” She'd dived into the three-foot-deep section of the pool and the water concealed her groin, her thighs, and her lower legs, but I could see her perfectly well above the waist, and, of course, my eyes stayed on her fabulous breasts, admiring my sister's perfect tits. If I stared at nothing else but these spectacular orbs of sleek, soft-firm flesh with their jutting nipples and swollen areolas for as long as they were offered to my view, such focused attention would not be enough, even if it were to last days or hours instead of the few precious minutes it seemed more likely to endure. A chorus of shrill giggles and a commotion in the yard below stole my attention from my own half-pleasant, half-miserable state as I first heard, and then saw, the other Pool Fools, Kathy, Virginia, Celine, and Bette, enter the pool area, having paraded themselves through our house--Lory had obviously left the front door unlocked for them--and file onto the deck, each and every one of them as astonishingly naked as my sister! That was what had taken Lory so long to retrieve her phone; she'd used it to invite the other Pool Fools over before returning to the pool herself. Or maybe she had already invited them, but had called them back to advise them that she was the only one home, so they needn't bother with a swimsuit, even one as brief as a bikini! They'd certainly changed since their teenage years, just as Lory had changed; there was no doubt about that! Nevertheless, I recognized each of them. I marveled at how Kathy Reynolds had transformed from a thin waif who'd lacked not only tits but even the possibility that, one day, she might develop them. She now had the biggest rack of any of the other Pool Fools and bigger than most women in general, a pair of 38- or 40-inch double-D's, I'd estimate. They weren't saggy, though; they were as firm and high and tight as any of the other girls' smaller boobs. They just had more bounce to the ounce, that was all. Kathy's ass was firm and tight, too, and it made my raging hard-on rage all the harder, as did the sight of her trim, heart-shaped pubic bush. Virginia Hall had been a tall, willowy little filly with curly auburn locks; small, but respectable, boobs; narrow hips; a compact, rather boyish ass; and lean legs. Like the other girls, now that she'd turned eighteen, Virginia, or "Virgil," as her friends called her, was statuesque, with brownish-red hair, no longer curly but wavy, with still smallish, but respectable boobs, capped with small nipples, a fuller ass, and shapely legs. She'd grown up splendidly well, indeed! Celine Carter had been a mousy little tart with mousy brown hair, big fawn's eyes, medium-size boobs, and a cute, round little ass. Now, she had rich, luxuriant hair, hanging in big spiral curls, like thick springs, alongside her heart-shaped face; Bambi eyes, dark and framed by thick, luxurious lashes; a tiny nose; boobs that were proportionate to her petite stature; and a leaner, shapelier bottom. Like the others, she had "aged" well. Time--the little of it that there had been between adolescence and young womanhood--had also been wonderfully generous to Bette Connors. Before puberty, she'd been a platinum blonde, and she was one now, too, having lost not one silver strand from her white head of hair, which shone as if it were really silver silk; her small bosom had swelled to generous proportions; and her breasts were now full and firm, high and round, sleek and soft. Her hips were a little wider than the other girls', as if nature had intended her more for reproductive use than for pleasure, but her waist was trim, her buttocks round and firm, and her legs shapely if a bit fuller than those of her slimmer friends. All of them but Jane were shaved below, and they were all beautiful young women. I'd have been proud to fuck any one--or all--of them, but none was as pretty as my sister, Lory. They never had been, and the never would be. The giggling goddesses, having assembled on the pool deck, set their cell phones alongside Lory's and joined my sister in the pool. I was disappointed to see so many beautiful buttocks and lovely twats disappear under water, but their breasts, at least, remained on display, and now, instead of just my sister's boobs, I had four other pair to ogle. The ladies formed a circle, still giggling, and a couple of the girls began to shriek as their playmates splashed them. Bette caught Virginia as the statuesque nymph sought to shove a volume of water off the surface of the pool and into the more muscular woman's laughing face. They grabbed one another's wrists, struggling for a few moments, teetering and tottering from one side to the other, until Virginia lost her grip and went under, Bette helping her down with a playful, but forceful, push of her hand upon Virginia's head. The others shrieked their mirth. A few moments later, Virginia resurfaced, spluttering water, and another chorus of shrieks sounded the others' delight. All the while, the women's boobs bounced and swayed, and it was the dance of the titties that held my gaze more than the Pool Fools' shenanigans. They spoke, but their words did not convey themselves to me as well as their cries and giggles did, so it was not until Celine bent, allowing Kathy to climb aboard her back and Lory climbed upon Bette in the same manner that I realized they'd been suggesting a fight between mounted riders. I certainly approved (not that I'd been asked my opinion), because, in addition to their bouncing boobs, I'd now also be able to watch Kathy's and Lory's buttocks whenever their steeds turned so that I could see these parts of their respective riders' anatomies. Warily, the human horses approached one another, their riders eyeing one another with equal caution. Back and forth, in half and full circles, the cautious fighters stalked one another, Virginia watching the contest intently from a few feet away. Perhaps, I thought, they'd named her their judge or referee, either of which position I'd have been delighted to fill. Lurching forward, with Kathy holding on tightly, Celine tried a broadside attack against her opponents, but Bette was much too solid and immovable an object to be so easily overcome, and Lory, seizing her opportunity, clasped her arms around the other rider, tugging hard. Kathy tried to rectify her miscalculation of her adversary's strength by withdrawing, but, despite Bette's greater size, the Amazonian woman was able to keep pace with her opponent, allowing Lory to maintain her embrace and to continue to pull upon Kathy. The water rose and fell at their sides, great waves washing across the pool. Celine continued to backpedal, but Bette pressed the attack, and Lory was able, at last, to wrench Kathy from her bareback perch, dismounting her, and the fallen rider plunged into the water, a terrific splash arising at the point of her entry. Virginia stepped forward, raised Bette's and Lory's right arms in victory, proclaiming them the winners of the contest, and, then, as I watched, disbelieving my own eyes, Virginia planted an open-mouth kiss on Bette, who returned it! The women's mouth remained locked together for at least a minute, their tongues twirling and swirling about one another in a wild, double maelstrom of what was obvious passion of a sexual--and, indeed, a lesbian--sort. I was truly shocked. I'd known these women--as acquaintances, if not as friends, at least--since they were but six or eight years old--for a decade, if not longer--and never had I surmised, or even suspected, that they--or that two of them, at any rate--were capable of lesbian passions toward one another. Never had Virginia or Bette said or done anything to so much as to suggest that either of them entertained such feelings for one another, and, yet, clearly, they had such feelings for one another and were quite capable of expressing them sexually. Young women did not kiss as Virginia and Bette were kissing had they not had a great deal of practice in doing so--and with other women, not just men. Indeed, the way these two young beauties kissed one another, I wondered whether they'd ever been with a member of the opposite sex at all! Although I'd not touched my genitals, I saw that a drop of cum had formed, as if of its own accord, at the tip of my cock, which was not--and had not been, for some time now--its customary pink color but a dark, ripe purple, and my aching balls felt as if they must either ejaculate or dissolve. More than all the tits in Asia, I wanted--I needed--to take my poor prick in hand and deliver it from the cruel and merciless passion that gripped it, as it also gripped my balls, but I resisted, refraining, and made myself content, even when I was not, by any means, content, merely to watch and to enjoy the visions of loveliness--and, now, with the lesbian kisses--of decadence that presented themselves to my fortunate gaze in the play of Lory and her childhood friends. Shock upon shock! My penis actually spurted a streamer of semen, independent of any manual encouragement of mine, and very much against my will, and I felt another surge waiting to spend itself, at the least urging of my loins, as I saw--saw, but could not believe--my sister bow, to receive the same open-mouth kisses that the referee had earlier bestowed upon Lory's partner, and accepting them, I saw, with the same rapt and intense eagerness with which Virginia and Bette had pressed their kisses upon one another only a few moments before. My sister's face wore an expression of absolute bliss as her tongue licked Virginia's oral appendage and swirled about the interior of the statuesque woman's mouth! My cock convulsed at the sight, and another volley of sperm sought to find release, but, gripping my penis hard in my fist, I squeezed the pulsing organ with all my strength, and kept the pressure on, chocking back the issue, until the urge to ejaculate subsided and my member had, in fact, softened a bit, although it continued to stand upright, rigid and thick with passion and desire. This hadn’t happened since I lost my virginity to Lee Anne To show that there were no hard feelings, perhaps, the lesbian lovers, my sister Lory among them!, kissed the losers as well, after Celine and Kathy had kissed each other, and all the kisses, between all the parties, were administered in the same way, which is to say, in the French fashion. There was more giggling, more talk, and more laughter, as the young women climbed out of the pool, dripping wet and beautiful in the light of the flickering lights of the faux torches. They placed their hands on one another's shoulders or around each other's waists, and some kissed again. Hands roamed over buttocks, tweaked breasts, and gave playful flicks of the fingertips to stiff or stiffening nipples, and then the ladies, gathering their phones, went back inside the house, and I was alone on my balcony, my cock as rigid as a column of stone and my balls about to explode inside the sac of my tight, risen scrotum. At last, desperately, I grabbed my erection, and, in doing so, I came, instantly and profusely ejaculating my warm, viscid semen everywhere, or so it seemed. Breathing raggedly, I went inside, sperm dripping from my cock, down my thighs, and onto the carpet, to my bed, where, recalling the images of The Pool Fools' breasts and cunts and asses; they way their glistening bodies had shimmered, wet with water; their open mouths sealed upon one another; and their playful hands clutching buttocks, squeezing breasts, and tweaking nipples, I masturbated, quickly achieving another orgasm--or series of orgasms--and ejaculating even more copiously than before, so that my chest, my belly, my pubes, my cock and balls, and my thighs were smeared with the warm, white spending of my loins. Lory and her friends, Kathy, Virginia, Celine, and Bette, had left the pool and gone into the house, which meant that they were probably in Lory's room, although they could be in the kitchen, the billiards room, the games arcade, or the TV room. As far as that goes, they could be places wherein men seldom, if ever tread, such as the library or even the conservatory. For that matter, they could have donned some clothes and gone shopping. With women, one never knew what they might find fun or where they go. One thing seemed certain, though. Sooner or later, they'd end up in Lory's room. After all, whether they called their little get-together a weekend pool party or a sleepover, the ladies had to bed down some time. Not knowing where my sister and her friends were or when--or, really, whether--they'd visit Lory's room, I decided I'd better waste no time. If they got naked, made out, or started to dive into each other's muffs, I wanted to catch as much of the action as possible. I could even whip out my dick and masturbate as I watched, as long as I was careful not to moan or groan and alert them to my presence. Cautiously, I stepped onto the rail that shirts the outer edge of my balcony--the one closest to the roof on Lory's side of the back of the house. Gingerly, I tested the rain gutter, hoping it would bear the additional weight I'd put on since my boyhood years. What had I weighed as a twelve-year-old? A hundred pounds, maybe? I was almost double that weight now. The gutter had held me then, but that didn't mean it wouldn't buckle, or even fall--and me with it--as I attempted the same feat with it, seven years later. I placed both hands on the gutter, and my body swayed. My right foot kicked out into the air, and I nearly lost my footing completely. For a second, I knew, just knew, beyond a doubt, that I was going to fall and break my neck. A quick swing and I was on the balcony. I closed in on the sliding-glass doors, and, sure enough, Lory and her girlfriends were gathered together on her oversize king bed--Lory, Kathy, Virginia, Celine, and Bette--and they were all naked! My heart beat wildly, and my pulse raced. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, because not only were the women nude, with all the glory of their beautiful bodies on display, in a well-lit room, but they were also going at each other, Lory licking Kathy's cunt while Kathy lapped at Celine's pussy, and Virginia fucking Bette with a strap-on dildo that looked longer and thicker than my own manfully erect penis. My own cock was rock hard, and my balls were high inside the tight, risen pouch of my scrotum. The tip of my penis felt moist, and I had little doubt but that a dewy drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, had seeped from the meatus at the end of my purple, swollen glans. After jacking off in my bed, I hadn't bothered to shower. Instead, I'd just slipped on a pair of silk pajama bottoms. Now, through this soft, sleek material, I rubbed my cock and stroked my balls, aching for relief. The sight of Virginia going after Bette with the strap-on dildo the statuesque, brownish-red-haired woman wore did nothing to alleviate the sexual tension I was under. Positioned upon the Oriental rug beside Lory's four-poster, Bette was on her elbows and knees, with her thighs spread, and the platinum blonde whose build had made me think that nature had more of a reproductive than a hedonistic purpose in store for her had a lavender dildo the size of a police officer's baton jammed up her beautiful, pale ass. The artificial penis projected from a ring fit into the front of the harness that Virginia wore strapped around her hips and upper thighs, and the tall, imposing beauty worked the phallus as if it were made of flesh instead of silicone and supplied with nerves that could feel the tender, intimate depths of the rectum it reamed and plowed. My incredulous gaze went back and forth, ping pong fashion, as I watched mouths kiss pussies, lips lick clits, and teeth pull gently and playfully at labia, drool trickle down chins, cunts flood themselves, bodies writhe and thrash, and the lavender dildo slide and glide back and forth within the circle of the anus it impaled as it alternately drove deep into the ravished woman's rectum and withdrew for another plunge as violent and as relentless as the previous lunge. I was watching a lesbian orgy among my sisters and the girls, now women, whom she'd known since the earliest years of her elementary school days. It was hard to believe, even with the evidence undeniable before my eyes, that these young women--one of whom was my own little sister--were the same little girls I'd seen in ponytails and pigtails, one wearing braces while another worried that her freckles would never fade (they had), and a third was concerned that her breasts would remain the size of beestings (they were bigger than any of her peers'  . Now, all grown up, here they were, having their pussies eaten, being fucked, eating pussy, or fucking. It was incredible.As my own cock and balls attested, it was also sexier than hell! The girls finished the mini-orgy and taking turns, went to the bathroom for a shower. I couldn’t take it anymore and began to jerk off right there on the balcony. Normally it takes 5 to 10 minutes for me to cum but my balls were so fucking full that I shuddered within a moment and a jet of cum shot out across the balcony and splashed on the sliding glass door. That was when Virginia saw me standing there with my dick in my hand. She smiled and held a finger to her lips to tell me to hush, then pointed down to the pool in the back yard. I immediately grabbed the gutter and swung back to my balcony as soon as I put away my cock. A few minutes later Virginia and I were looking at each other by the pool. I was looking at her chest and she was eyeballing my crotch like a hungry wolf. Our lips then met and we passionately kissed. Our tongues gradually went from making slow passionate love to each other, to out of control hysteria, as we held each other even more tightly. Our faces were soaking wet from all the saliva exchange, my fingers were now digging deep into her ass, her legs were wrapped around me, and she was squeezing my waist with her thighs as hard as she could. I then reached around and touched her crotch with my fingers for the first time ever. It was also soaking wet, and I felt pre-come ooze out of my hard cock. My touching of her cunt seemed to skyrocket her level of excitement. "Fucking taste me," she instantly demanded. As I let go of her, she aggressively rolled onto her back and I crawled down between her legs. I placed the tip of my tongue on her cunt lips, then slowly licked upward. At that moment, Virginia's whole body greatly tightened. She threw her head back on a pillow, closed her eyes, and her mouth hung open in ecstasy. It took every bit of strength she had not to scream. I'd heard different things, good and bad, about the taste of cunt juice. But at least the taste of Virginia's didn't bother me at all. I slowly explored her cunt with my tongue, all over, inside and out. She breathed very deeply and was clearly in a state of extreme euphoria. At first, my licking was just random exploring, and as much as she seemed to enjoy it, I was content to slowly take my time. But after about three minutes, the tip of my tongue stumbled onto a bump that she later taught me was her clit. The moment my tongue touched her clit, Megan released a very loud gasp, then urgently whispered "Oh shit, keep licking me there." At that, I started slowly and lightly gliding the tip of my tongue around her clit in circles. Within a few seconds, I realized that I'd found her most sexually sensitive spot. Her body was now extremely tight and she whispered "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" over and over. Virginia repeatedly saying "Oh shit" made me even more hot. So did her squeezing my head with her thighs, and getting tighter the more I licked her. About three minutes into licking her clit, I started trying other licking patterns, such as up and down, left to right, and completely random licking. A couple of minutes later, she started trembling, so I grabbed her left thigh with both hands and pushed it back toward her upper body. That held her in place as my licking intensified. She continued to lose more and more control of her body. I felt her trying to shake violently as she was filled with extreme pleasure and kept whispering "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," which she went on to say several hundred times over the next few minutes. After a few more minutes of licking her clit and holding her down, something suddenly changed. Her level of pleasure seemed to skyrocket and her repeated whispering of "Oh shit" turned simply to loud gasping. A couple of seconds later, she had an amazing burst of strength, pushing me upward with both of her hands. She then very aggressively sat up with her mouth wide open but making no sound, and her eyes shut as tight as can be. Grabbing me by the hair, she grunted in my left ear "Come on you fucking ; fuck the shit out of me doggy style." She moved onto a chase lounge by the pool and I moved behind her. Still not exactly knowing what I was doing Virginia grabbed my cock and practically dragged me into her sloppy wet pussy. I immediately wrapped my right forearm around her thighs and began fucking her hard and fast. The lounge chair shook violently beneath us. Doggy style allowed me to penetrate her deeper. I moaned and groaned with each thrust. Virginia twitched and moved like an animal under me and for the life of me I didn’t think I could cum again so soon after splashing the glass door upstairs but I did! The fire build up in my balls was fucking amazing as I rammed myself into her from behind. She suddenly screamed out and I felt a sudden splash of heat covering my sack and then…then… MOTHER OF GOD! This was SO much better than jerking off………. A few seconds after my orgasm ended and I stopped pounding her, she immediately collapsed onto her front and rolled onto her right side looking up at the balconies above. I could hear whistles, laughter and clapping hands coming from up there. OH SHIT! “Did ya cum Virgil?” The sound of Celine’s voice carried above the applause. I looked around and then up. My sister and the rest of the Mermaid Club was practically hanging off the balcony watching Virginia and I fucking our brains out! “Oh Fuck,” I said, “Now what am I going to do?” Virginia laughed and said, “Jimmy, tonight’s your lucky night you little bastard.” My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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Sex anywhere in water whether it's a bathtub, shower, hot tub, pool, lake or ocean is HOT. One of my favourites is in the shower -the options and possibilities are endless! 
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When was the last time you had sex by the pool? Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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