Chapter 7
The four of them walked very nonchalantly over to the Gildsteens so as not to arouse any suspicion among the neighbors. For, even though the suburbs were known to be a hot bed of illicit sex it was still taboo to parade that sex around unashamedly. And that goes double when two of the participants are only teenagers and when the other two involved are a young married couple.
"Let's see, I know I have the key here somewhere," said Ben as he searched his pockets trying to find that small metal item.
"Maybe you left it in another pair of pants," suggested his wife who was standing right behind him, tapping her foot with impatience. More than anything she wanted to get into that pool and screw Mike in the water.
"No! I know it's here somewhere," continued Ben.
"Why don't I just leap over the fence and open it up from the inside?" asked Mike.
"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Cher who was hot to get Ben's big dick up her ass hole. Of all the various methods of stuffing a dick into an ass hole, doing it while swimming was the best.
Before Ben had a chance to object Mike leaped up on to the top of the wooden fence and dropped down on to ground on the far side.
"Boy, is it pretty!" they all heard the boy shout from the inside of the yard.
"Well open the gate and let us in!" shouted back Mrs. Smithfield.
"Will do!" They heard him fiddling with the lock's mechanism. The bolt slid back with a metallic sound and the gate swung open.
"Come on in!" said the boy, smiling. "The weather's fine!" The trio which had been stuck on the outside wandered into The Gildsteens' backyard which was dominated by a large swimming pool. The water, rippling slightly from the soft warm breeze, glittered in the sunlight.
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Cher, "I can't wait to dive in!"
"Go right ahead," said Mr. Smithfield.
Cher quickly stripped off her scanty clothing and stood before the blue-green water in her birthday-suit. The scene was very idyllic, thought Ben to himself. There was the young nymphet, stripped naked, young tits bobbing, narrow waist bending for a dive, a richly matted pussy creaming between her legs.
With a sudden jump, Cher flung herself into the crystal clear water head first. Down and down she went until all that could be seen of her was a flesh colored blob far below the surface.
By the time Ben had his clothes off, ready to join the nubile teen under the waves, she had resurfaced. Her head was bobbing about. Her tits, even as small as they were, seemed to be floating on the surface like two small inner-tubes.
"Isn't anybody going to join me?" she called to the people standing on the concrete deck. "I see Mr. Smithfield is ready!" She looked over his handsome naked form: his big chest, his hairy arms and legs, his very long dong that hung between his legs.
"Well I'm going to!" said Rita, who had been a little embarrassed about taking off her clothes in the out-of-doors. That was just an old hang-up she realized, for nobody could see her back there except the other three members of her party, and they had all fucked her!
Rita took off her clothes and laid them out on a chaise-lounge made of plastic-weaving over a metal frame. First she took off her shirt revealing her large globes. They looked bigger than normal, but that was probably due to the sunlight. Rita realized that this was the first time her tits ever saw the sun in her whole life.
"I hope they don't burn," she commented, "you know that they are pure white and don't have any tan on them to protect them at all. Wouldn't it be awful if they started to blister."
"Why don't I smear some of this suntan lotion on them?" asked Mike who already had the brown plastic bottle in his hand. "This stuff is really very good."
"Sure, why not?" she said. "I'd rather have oily tits than burned ones, if you know what I mean?"
"Sure," said the teenager, "I spread it on my balls whenever I'm skinny dipping. I don't know what burned tits feel like, but I know that burned cock is more painful than a bee sting!"
"Spread it on!"
Mike squeezed a big glob of the white cream out into the palm of his hand. He pressed his hand directly to the tip of her left breast.
"Oooo! That stuffs cold!"
"But it feels sooo niccce!" countered Mike as he began to smear the cream all over the extra-soft skin of Rita's orbs. He could feel the scrumptious flesh yield to his lightest touch, he felt the nipples grow hard as little unripe berries.
"Oh Mike," she cooed feeling his hand swirl all over the powdery exterior of her gland, "let's fuck. Let's fuck quick!"
Mike pulled her in close to his youthful body. Running his slippery hand down the belly of her, he easily slid it into her pants. With a fast motion he opened them and they fell to the ground.
His hand, still covered with the slippery cream, touched the top line of her pubic region. Her pelvis shuddered knowing that pleasure was so close.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me please!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield!" he whispered back to her while his hand found its way between her legs. She stood with her legs slightly akimbo so that he could drive his fingers deep into her pussy, or in to her ass, at his whim.
"How about if we do it on the diving board?" asked the boy.
Rita had seen the board when she first came into the backyard but did not think anything about it at the time, but now that Mike wanted to fuck on it, she gave it a good glance.
It was a medium high board, pretty far off the water for just a backyard swimming pool. One had to climb up a number of steps to reach it.
"Looks a little scary," said Rita not sure that this was a good idea for an older woman. It might be alright for a teenager, but not for someone in their twenties.
"But it's perfectly safe. And the bounce is something else! Besides, there is no experience like fucking high in the air. I personally think that there should be prostitutes in airplanes!"
"And what does a good looking boy like you need with a prostitute?"
"Ah gee, Mrs. Smithfield, I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that I would like to fuck in an airplane sometime. Those stewardesses really turn me on!"
"OK, OK, we'll make it up on the high board," said Mrs. Smithfield giving in to her better instincts.
"Hot Cha!" shouted Mike as he began to quickly remove his clothes. Rita was already stripped bare.
They walked over to the board while they watched Ben and Cher frolicking in the water. Ben kept trying to grab hold of the girl's sharp nipples with his teeth. But every time he would get close, the girl would dive under the water and bite his nuts.
When the couple got to the ladder Rita went up first. Mike followed only two rungs behind so that his head was even with her ass as she made her way upwards.
As they ascended he kept thrusting his tongue into her deep, pale white buttocks. It felt so good to Mrs. Smithfield that she stopped half way up and just spread her legs as far as they'd go considering the narrow ladder.
"Eat my ass!" she said as she leaned back. They were half way up, maybe ten feet off the ground.
"My pleasure!" said the boy, who was hanging like a monkey just below the woman. Right in his line of view was her blonde twat, and just above that swollen organ was the chocolate colored hole of her ass. Together, they made up sort of a double-eye. Two holes very close together.
His arms bent and brought his face up to her ass-mons. His own face cheeks pushed their way into the cleft between her ass cheeks. It was warm and moist in there!
"Sticking his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go, and tightening it up so that it became like a pseudo-cock, he touched its warm, softness to the brown bulls-eye.
"Eeek!" she screamed at the feathery touch as if she had just seen a mouse.
Mike could taste her female flavors that coated the downy hairs that resided at the bottom of the white nylon. His pearly teeth nibbled at her soft tissues that composed her saucy rear end.
"What a fanny!" he exclaimed while his lips explored the various depths of her ass. But all and all he enjoyed very much servicing her behind, her tiny shit hole!
At first he just let his tongue spin around the exterior of her wrinkled orifice as if that hole was a small record and his tongue the needle that was playing it. But he wanted, at last, to dive in to that meaty hole, to till the rich, thick soil with the plow of his oral probe.
Lapping at the spot with big juicy licks of his tongue, not unlike the way a dog happily laps at his master, he tried to soften it up, tried to get it to release its buried treasure.
"It tastes so good!" he said though his words were muffled by the baffling of her ass cheeks.
"And it feels even better!" said the woman who was hanging off of the ladder with her hands, so that she was at a slight angle with the ground. This position gave Mike a great shot at her beaver!
"Try to relax Mrs. Smithfield," said the boy, "I'm trying to get my tongue to penetrate your ass!"
"I know, I know!" said the woman with a laugh.
With a pulsing pressure the boy banged the strong tip of his tongue against the closed door of her rear hole over and over. And even though he did not gain immediate access, it was still a thrilling feeling, particularly for Mrs. Smithfield, who was feeling very free and uninhibited hanging from the ladder and being eaten out.
"Lick me! Lick me Mike!" the pleasure-seeking woman shouted and she didn't much care if the neighbors could hear her!
With long sensuous licks Mike did his work. With spittle running out of the corners of her mouth, he politely slobbered over the full butt of the hanging woman.
He could sense that her hips had begun to gyrate round and round, and that the thick tissue of her rear-end was shuddering lightly. Again and again he slurped at the dunghole trying to get it to open, but in vain.
As a last resort, he sealed his lips around that hole and sucked it in. And he sucked hard!
"Yeeoow!" let loose Rita, "What are you trying to do, make me shit in your face?"
But, what ever it was that it felt like, it succeeded doing exactly what Mike wanted: opening that pinhole up so that he could insert his hot tongue.
Not losing a moment, he once more tightened up the muscles in that pink instrument, and shoved it in!
"Oh Lord! Oh Lord!" did Mrs. Smithfield ring out when she felt that animal-like organ worm its way into her most-closed of all holes.
Mike just smiled to himself and kept ramming that tongue of his further and further up into her vitals. Deeper and deeper his stiff oral organ went in a never ending search for the bottom of that bottomless pit.
Rita, meanwhile, was turning into some sort of human-jelly just from the feeling of a living, tasting tongue, deep up her ass. It became hard for her to keep her hold on the ladder, she experienced a sense of vertigo, but the boy did not stop his digging into the confines of her rectum.
"Stop it, stop it!" said Rita, but she was so weak from the ultimate pleasure of the experience of it, that she could not continue the climb upwards. And she could not climb back down, for that would only force her ass further into his mouth. Oh that wonderful mouth! So she just hung on and took it!!
With a cruel slow pace, Mike withdrew his probe from her ass. She felt it slip out and was both happy and sad to feel it go. She wouldn't have minded him licking her out, if it was only in a place where she didn't feel in such perpetual danger. Like in a big bed. But up here on the ladder, stark naked and nowhere to escape to, the tongue that had been twitching deep in her soul, was more than she could handle.
"I think I better get all the way up while I can!" said Rita.
"I think you better. And don't worry about having enough strength to get down again. All you do is jump!"
"What makes you think that I'll have enough strength to swim after I jump, wiseass?" retorted Rita.
It was not too long before they were both comfortably perched on top of the high diving board looking down at the blue pool below them.
"What a pretty sight!" exclaimed Rita when she saw what her husband was doing to that teenage girl, Cher. They were in the shallow end of the pool with Ben standing up. The water came up to his stomach.
In front of him, and lying so that her torso was being kept afloat by an inflatable mattress, was Cher. She was lying chest down with her ass stuck up in the air; her feet were hanging down into the water. Ben had his long dick stuck up the girl. He was walking around the pool, pushing the girl before him. They were both laughing loudly.
"Well here we are!" said Rita, "now what do we do?"
"We could just watch your husband fuck the crap out of Cher. That's pretty entertaining."
"You'll have to do better than that if you want me to stay up here," said Mrs. Smithfield while she shaded her eyes from the sun.
"I wouldn't mind just fucking you," said the boy. "How about if you lay face first out on the board with your tits hanging out over the end. Then I'll come in from the back. You'll feel like you're being screwed in mid-air!"
"If I don't have my ribs crushed first, you mean!" replied Rita. "How about if I just get into the normal, every day position and you just get up there between my legs and shaft me. I sort of like that position no matter what they say. It rubs my clitty the best."
"Fine by me Mrs. Smithfield," said the teenage boy. He was lightly stroking his own cock, priming it, getting it hard.
Rita tipped backwards on the board so that her head was about one inch from the end. Standing up over her, Mike looked down at her. On either side of the creamy form of the lady there was water, though that water was fifteen feet lower.
"You sure are a good looking broad!" said the boy. Rita looked up at the standing youngster. His cock, since it was sticking out towards her, due to the trick of perspective, seemed enormous.
"I wish you would hurry up and screw me. That cock of yours is making me hungry."
"Hungry?"
"Hungry for some meat ... between my legs!"
"Yes ma'am!"
As Mike kneeled down before the horny woman, looking not a little like a savage bowing before the white goddess, Rita lifted her legs up to her chest so that her cunt and ass were brought out in full view.
Mike placed the slippery thick tip of his pecker right in the middle of the pink gash which he saw open between her legs, In this position, her cunt looked very much like a flower just beginning to open. A mixture of honey and pollen coated the bud.
With his stiff staff in place he fell forward on to his hands. They carefully held on to the side of the board. Under the two of them they could feel the springiness of the platform on which they were about to fuck. With every one of their motions, the board seemed to amplify it three or four-fold.
"This is going to be fun!" cooed Rita as she felt the bounce. "This is better than a water-bed!"
"You can say that again."
Inch by inch Mike was allowing his penis to be drawn into the pink, lush folds of the woman's cunt. He could feel the swampy juiciness coat his sinking tool. A lot of lubrication, he thought, for such a small hole!
Once Mike was half way in Rita lifted her legs up and wrapped them carefully about the boy's back. She was careful not to do it too fast, as any quick motion might throw them off of balance and they would go tumbling to the water below.
"Get it all the way in there!" said Rita who was lightly juggling her hips back and forth so that his pecker would slide in fast. There was a longing from deep inside of her to have the boy's seven-incher all the way up her cunt.
"Calm down," he said to her, "I have my own methods, and if they're mad, well ... too bad!"
"Oh yeah!" and she gave her hips a quick upward snap which sent his boyish tool deep into her womb. "That ends that argument!"
"I guess it does," he said quietly. But he was hardly in the mood to quibble, not with his cock luxuriating in the thick pussycream of Rita's twat.
At first he did not move at all. Just lying there they could feel the natural twitches of their respective organs. These ultra-small movements were enough to keep Mike hard and Rita frothing away.
"Ah, Mrs. Smithfield," said Mike stroking the hair on her head, "what a lovely summer this is going to be!"
"What a lovely summer it is!" corrected Rita.
Mike let his hands wander down to her knockers. They were still slick from all the suntan lotion that he had spread on them earlier. Finding her nipples, he crushed them between his fingers. They gave the way jelly-beans gave when crushed.
"Mmmmm!" said Rita as the boy continued to play with her globes.
"Suck them, suck them for me!"
Mike didn't need to be asked a second time. His head was down on her jugs like lightning, licking, biting, sucking, flicking. Of all the parts of her tits, the part that he liked the best was the under-belly of her balloons, just where they touched her lower ribs. He ran his finger along the crease, felt its smoothness, its velvet surface. Lowering his mouth he let his tongue slide along that lower ridge. Rita sprawled out below him: it may not have been the kind of feeling that brings about an orgasm, but it sure did feel damn good inside!
Mike left his hand down there, but moved his lips back up to the lady's nipple. With small kisses he out-lined her areola. There were small, lesser bumps, which circled like satellites the big bump of her nipple. Each one of these smaller pimples received a kiss in its turn.
"Oh, Mike! Your lips are so hot! They're burning my tits!"
At first he couldn't understand, and then it dawned on him.
"I think what is happening is that the nipples got burned by the sun, so that they are super-super sensitive. I'll be careful. I know, I have a cure!"
He worked up a big wad of spit in his mouth. Holding his head about an inch above the top of her pink nub, he spit out a big glob of his saliva. It dripped out of his lips and landed with a plop dead on target. Now her tit glistened with a big drop of the boy's mouth juice.
"There, now, doesn't that feel better?"
"Actually it does," admitted Rita. The boy's spit seemed to cool the burning nipple off. He did the same thing to the other mound-tip.
Though they were both concentrating on her tits, their genitals had been speeding up the slow grind they were doing. It was getting towards that critical speed where everything else is forgotten. Rita had already tightened the grip her legs had around Mike's back.
The pubic jungle which lay between their legs was a sweaty, swampy mess. It was hot and electric, it was shooting off sparks and sending nerve-shots up to their various brains. Both of their hips were now undulating.
And with each vibration, with each shudder, twinge and scrunch, the elastic board beneath them twitched three times, slapping them from the bottom.
"It's hard to get your timing correct," said Mike in one of his famous understatements, "but once you get the hang of it, it is dynamite."
Little by little did they time the swinging of their pelvises to the oscillations of the diving board. They could feel the wind blow over their hot bodies as they shook up and down, fifteen feet above the cool waters of the pool.
In and out of Rita's puffy quim did Mike's cock glide. On a perpetual quest for satisfaction, the cock never once broke its stride.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me hard Mike!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield, anything for a neighbor!"
Into the dewy hole the boy's penis would drop and then return. The cunt's vulva would follow closely the motion of the boy's prick, expanding for the thick tip, narrowing for the long, shiny shaft.
His hands slid down so that they were holding on to her lush buttocks while his cock continued to drive piles into her juicy slot. The bouncy board below them was flopping up and down with such violence that they were in danger of being hurled into the air like two flapjacks.
"Here I come Mike, here I come!" screamed the woman in a manner which indicated how close orgasm is to insanity.
"And here I come too!" screamed back Mike.
In perfect unison that shook windows, they screamed out:
"UHIEEEEEE!!"
Mike's hips flailed away with no sign of being tired or exhausted as each new spasm let fly another wad of thick, milky cream into Rita's hole.
With each new splattering of the boy's sperm, her body writhed and squirmed as if a needle had been driven into her cunt rather than a stream of boiling hot liquid. But it was pleasure, pure pleasure and she continued to scream about it at the top of her lungs.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Fiery wad after fiery wad went scooting into the flaming vortex of Rita's hot cunt. It did not take very long before the cream started to spill out of her vagina and land in large puddles all over the board. Her legs, which were still wrapped around his back, were twitching like frog's legs that were subjected to electric shocks.
And still more cream sputtered out of the boy's pisshole. He could feel it welling up in his balls and then making a mad dash for the end of his pecker. His penis would enlarge itself, almost as if it was a puff adder getting ready to strike, and then spit forth its venom with a viciousness that was startling.
Again and again his hips banged down on the girl. And every time he came down, the board would bounce about a foot in either direction. It was only the fact that his hands had moved from Rita's plump rear end to the edge of the board that kept them from being flung into space and then down into the water, maybe to land on Ben and Cher.
At last his balls spit out the last of the gism. There simply was nothing left. Like a clock running down or an engine running out of gas, his hips ground to a halt.
Rita too had had enough. If one could count the orgasms she had, perhaps it was closer to fifty than ten.
Mike lifted himself off the spent woman. His cock had re-assumed its everyday appearance: a soft, flabby thing with a big purple head hanging down. Sitting down between Rita's legs he looked at the mess her cunt was.
"Has anybody ever told you that you have the creamiest pussy in the whole damn world!"
"As a matter-of-fact my husband told me that just this morning. If two people say it's true, it must be!" She put her fingers into her slot just to feel how gooky was. The only cunt she had to compare with it was Cher's lovely little twat. It was true, though it often got damp, it never got THAT damp. "I wonder if that's why Ben married me, because I have a real sopping hole?"
"I would rather doubt it," said Mike reflectively, though of course I don't know him as well as you do. But judging by how he's going after Cher down there, I doubt that wet pussy is all he has on his mind!" They looked down from their perch at the two frolicking people below. Ben still had his cock deep up the soft anal passage of the fourteen year old, though she was no longer on the rubber raft. She was swimming, paddling with her arms to stay afloat, though the cock that was thrust up her ass was keeping a good deal of her above water. At least she would miss it if it was gone.
Every so often, the young lithe girl would spin over on to her back and do the back stroke for a while. This action needless to say, had a rather interesting effect on Ben's inserted member, which didn't turn over. The effect could be called corkscrewing.
At that particular moment Cher was on her back and looking into the sky. She could see the couple up on the diving board looking down at her. Her small tits bobbled a "hello."
"How you two doing?" called down Rita, her pendulous tits waving back and forth over the end of the board.
Ben turned around so that he too could see his wife and Mike high above them. "Just fine, just fine!" he called back.
"How do you like Cher's ass?" asked Hike in a shout.
Tender as a good piece of roast beef," he answered.
"But I can't figure out why he hasn't come yet," pouted Cher. "I've tried everything I could think. My tail is tired out from flicking back and forth!"
"You know what it is," said Rita, "it's that the cool water keeps his temperature from boiling over. His sperm just doesn't have a chance to get really steaming!"
"I suppose that you're right," called back the girl, "but still it feels pretty good to be fucked in the water like this!"
"I agree!" said Ben who rammed his cock in and out of her small asshole a few times just to show off.-"There's protection down here too!" said Cher, "if he gets carried away I can splash water in his face!" Which is what she did. He tried to back away from the spray of cool liquid, but his pecker was caught in the tight orifice of the teen.
"Stop it! Stop it! I'll be good!" Ben said.
"That's amazing," Rita exclaimed, "that's the first time I ever heard him give in to a woman, let alone a girl! I think that this new morality is doing him some good."
"Let's climb down and join them," suggested Mike who was getting another hard-on from watching the two fucksters down in the water.
"I'm with you!" but before she had even time to wink, Mike had stood up on the board, took both of Rita's lovely hands and flung himself, and pulled Rita, off the board.
There was a long second as the two fell through the still air before they hit the wall of clear water that lay beneath them. During those seconds Mike gathered Rita up in his arms so that when they hit the H20 they were as one large cannon ball hitting a lake.
A huge umbrella of water splayed out around them and they quickly sunk under the mirror-like surface. Naked and flailing about the two bodies passionately kissed and felt each other's genitals in a rush of excitement.
At last they rushed to the surface to breathe into their lungs the air they so badly needed.
"Golly!" said Cher, "we thought you had drowned or something you didn't come up for air in such a long time!"
"No, we're quite all right, really!" replied Rita with a breathy sound to her sexy voice. "We just stopped off for a quicky!"
Mike and Rita were in the deep end of the pool so that they had to swim to stay afloat. When Rita swam the crawl her two tits hung down into the water like big sunken ships. When she did the backstroke, they lazily flopped about this way and that, the nipples shimmering with her slightest movement.
Mike's dong was similar to Rita's bazooms. When he swam with his butt to the sky, his cock would hang down into the water looking like fish bait. When he swam on his back, his pecker would flop all over the place on his lap. It looked like a fish that was caught and was lying around on the top of the deck.
But for the moment he was swimming around on his stomach, trying to cool down his body from the bout of sex he had up on the board. Unexpectedly he felt someone nibble at his hanging tool.
He could feel his cock entering a warm orifice that felt even warmer than it normally did because of the cold water his cock had been in just a second ago. He knew that it was Rita under there, and he could feel her little teeth biting into the worm-bait!
Swimming into the shallow end with the woman swimming under him was no easy task, but he managed to do it before she just bit his ding-a-ling off. Once in the shallows he stood up.
Huffing and puffing Rita surfaced, her head streaming with water!
"Oh! It's you!" she said pretending that she hadn't known.
"Look what I caught Mr. Smithfield," said Mike holding up Rita's head by her long hair. "Don't you think we could use her for dinner tonight. I always sort of liked fried girl-fish!"
"Me too, me too!" laughed Mr. Smithfield. "Fried in butter is the best!"
"Well look what I caught," said Rita just to get back at them for making fun of her. She quickly reached under the water and picked up Mike's pecker. "I caught a little squid!"
"That's OK," moaned Cher, "but I still have a squid up my pussy!"
Which was quite true, Mr. Smithfield still hadn't come, but he had moved his penis from her rear hole to her frontal hole in hopes that he would be able to spout off a little quicker in there.
"You mean you're in her cunt now?" asked Mike.
"Yeah, I moved a little while ago. This hole is just as nice as the other. Though her asshole is a little meatier!"
"If you have her front hole, how about if I take her rear hole? She'll just have to sit up and hang on to your shoulders. I'll come in from the backside."
"Fine by me," said Ben, "but that does sort of leave out Rita."
"That's OK fellas, so long as you do the same thing to me after awhile. Anyway, I'm interested in seeing this! Two cocks up one girl! I'll masturbate over in the corner."
"Mrs. Smithfield, why don't you look up in my towel, I think you'll find something rather pleasant there," said Cher.
"Really? What's that?"
"Go look."
While the two men got into position with Cher sandwiched in between them, Rita got out of the pool and found Cher's towel. In it was a little opaque plastic bag. With a great deal of curiosity she opened the bag. Inside was something that looked like a big flesh colored carrot. "A vibrator!"
"I thought that it might be fun for you to use under the water. You might want to just swim around with that thing between your legs, stuck up your twat!"
"That's real nice of you Cher," said Mrs. Smithfield as she fiddled with the gadget. When she turned the bottom it started to buzz. "Wow! Even holding it in my hand it puts out quite a nice feeling. Are you sure that if I go into the water with this thing that I won't electrocute myself?"
"Oh I'm positive, I use it in the bath-tub all the time. It's a special under-water model designed for deep sea divers who have to live under the ocean for weeks on end!"
Mrs. Smithfield lightly touched the device to the outer lips of her cunt. She could feel those membranes shuddering rapidly with the touch of that plastic pleasure stick. "Oooo, it feels so nice!"
"Wait until you get into the water!" called out the girl who was now being entered from the back by Mike.
Mike's tool found that Ben's tool had already pretty well loosened up Cher's asshole. Into the nutty orifice Mike's pecker easily slid.
"Does that ever feel neat!" said Cher, "it feels like there is one long long cock in me that comes in through my cunt hole and out through my ass! I can't wait until you two start swinging!"
Little by little the two men's hips began swaying back and forth with the teenager trapped between them. In a way that reminded one of two men pounding in a railroad spike, Mike and Ben hammered away at Cher.
First, Mike's cock would ram its way into her tender little anus. At the same time, Ben's pecker would wind its way out of Cher's twat. Then second, Mike's cock would slip out of her tight asshole back into the cool water, but leaving his knob still planted in the fertile tissue, while Ben's prick would slam its way into her cunt.
"Oooo, Ahhh, Ooooo, Ahhhhh!" was all that Cher could say as the two men batted her between them.
Faster and faster did their hips swing back and forth, and tighter and tighter did they crush her frail body between them. As the two of them sped up their pace, Cher held on tighter to Ben's shoulders and tightened the grip her legs had around his back. She pushed one of her heels into the man's butt.
"How does this feel to you?" called Mike over Cher to Ben.
"Feels fine my boy, feels just right. You have a nice steady swing there, I'm sure now that you've been doing all right by my wife."
"Your wife does all right by herself!"
"What do you mean?"
"Just look over there!" said Mike pointing with his chin. There, swimming around on her back in the deep-end, was Mrs. Smithfield. Out of her cunt, which just cut the surface of the water, came the thick back-end of the vibrator. She was moaning and whimpering as she floated around.
"Sure looks like she is enjoying that toy you gave her Cher," said Mr. Smithfield.
"That's no toy. That thing is POWERFUL!"
Though she couldn't hear their conversation, Rita would certainly have agreed with her. The electrified dildo buried itself easily in her damp, slippery cunt. Acting like an egg-beater it whipped the lush hole into a frothing swamp of womanly suds. The outer walls of her cunt were relaxed by the steady vibrations of the lady's helper while the inner walls were stimulated to the point of painful abandon. It was more than any cock in the world could do. In fact, it felt more like ten thousand butterfly wings flapping away gently at the inside of her vagina.
Still, the electric buzz of the tool penetrated right to the bone. Deep in her pelvis she could feel that steady sound, that drilling sensation. The effect was a steady stream of sexual impulses that went rushing to her brain.
With the vibrator between her legs she felt a little like a motor boat scurrying around the surface of a small lake. Though her eyes were open, she couldn't focus on anything, for the pleasure was overwhelming. Immersed in the feeling between her thighs, she became nothing more than a large floating orgasm!
"Just look at her go!" shouted Mike. "She's flopping all over the place like she can't control herself. It's a wonder that she can stay afloat!"
"I think that the flopping around is exactly what's keeping her from sinking," retorted Cher.
"That thing must feel pretty damn good," Ben said as he watched his wife in utter passion, wishing that he could feel that kind of ultimate sustained pleasure.
"Damn right," Cher blurted out, "sometimes I sit for hours in the bath tub with that thing lodged between my legs. The only thing that makes me stop is that I get all prunie from the water. Or sometimes my mother might want to use the bath tub to wash out some of her nylons."
"What if some one else wants to use the bathroom, like just to go the toilet?" asked Ben.
"Oh they do all the time. They just come in and do what ever they have to do. Usually they watch me for a while. I know that my father beats off watching me in the tub all the time. I must be quite a sight!"
"Well, we sure are a sight right now, that's for sure!" said Mike. "Just think if any of the neighbors saw us this way! Mr. Smithfield with his thick dick up your cunt, and my long slim one up your ass. And you sandwiched in between holding on to Mr. Smithfield like a little hot-assed monkey."
"And all of us flailing away in a swimming pool! Woowhee!"
Mike's hands rested on Cher's ample butt. His fingers dug into that soft white flesh of which they were composed. Pulling the mons apart he could slip his rod even further up her rectum than he thought possible. Somehow the water of the pool helped him in reaching deep depths in her shit-hole.
His face laid against the back of her head. Her long hair flowed down her back and was caught between his chest and her broad back. Something about the way the young girl smelled drove him to a region of insanity where his prick felt as sensitive and discerning as a finger.
With his pecker he could feel the inner surfaces of the girl's simmering ass. He could feel the rubbery membranes and the way they stretched for his buried prick. Inside of her, he could feel every last tremble and tremor of her innards as she sped towards orgasm, what with the two cocks sunk into her flesh.
Ben too was having the time of his life with his prick wolfing at the door to her cunt. In and out, in and out he slipped his massive torch, thrusting it into the molten madness her small quim had become. It was still a little hard to understand how such a big dick got into such a tight corner, but there it was, and it felt damn good to both of them.
Cher, who was stuck between the two men with no way what so ever to escape, (if she ever wanted to), was having the best of both worlds.
Up her ass was Mike's slick member with all its flush of youth and vigor of teenagehood. While up her twat was Rita's husband, with his fat experienced donger doing acrobatics in her tight canyon!
In and out, in and out, the two men alternated as they screwed the fucking daylights out of the girl. Both had lost their control and were operating only off of what their balls were telling them. Faster and faster, harder and harder they bashed their pelvises against the sensitive skin of the child. They could not stop, even as their nuts swung slowly through the water between the crotch of the girl like the two pendulums in a coo-coo clock.
Cher was the first one to crash over the border to ever-lasting happiness. Her tiny fingers bit onto the neck of Mr. Smithfield and drew blood.
"AAAAYYYYUIIEEEE!!" she screamed out as her insides turned to lava. Each and every one of her holes began to palpitate whether it was stuffed with a cock or not. Each of her muscles tightened, and then tightened further so that when release came, she felt like a rubberband snapping back into shape. But immediately after surmounting one orgasm, a second climax began building. Soon, she was crashing over that precipice, and then again and again.
Meanwhile, all the time, the two men didn't let up one iota. On the contrary, to have a young girl squirming in delighted zeal between them, was such a turn on, that both of them speeded up their respective plunging.
"Faster! Faster!" screamed Cher who found the two cocks to be better by far than just one. "Faster! Faster! Faster!" she screamed with urgency in her trembling voice.
With a stomach that was all flutters, with a mind that was a swirl of colors, with tits that were shimmery sensuous glands, Cher came again and again between the two men.
"I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!" let out Mike. Having a nubile nymphet floundering around on his penis was just more than he was able to resist. He moved his hands from her ass and placed them squarely on her young, sharp breasts, so that he could feel her hard nipples in his palms.
Slamming his pecker into her softened shit-hole a mile a minute, swirling the waters around both of them into a troubled turbulence with while foam lapping at both their bodies, he could feel the hot sperm in his balls begin to bubble over!
"SSSSHHHHIIHTTTT!!" the boy bellowed out as the cream rose up his cock-length and went shooting out his tip in long wicked streams. They burst like bombs inside the girl's sweet rectum, filling that channel up so that the hot cream came flying out of her hole even as he pumped more in.
One, two, three major spurts went flying from the boy's living gun into the tender wrinkled hole of her rectum. As she felt the stuff zing in, she rotated around her soft buttocks so that her butt pressed his balls between her ass and his legs. This had the effect of squirting out his gism in double load-fulls.
Four, five, six more spurts came winging out shooting that much more warm, gluey, white come into her asshole. She felt every wad as it splattered against her insides. With every shot she cringed, with every shot she came again!
The only one of the trio not to come was Ben, but the sudden climaxing of Mike, and the overwhelming response that Cher gave to that orgasm, threw Ben into the climactic state himself.
"FFFFFUUUUKKKKKK!" Ben screamed forth as he felt the burning juice that had been stored in his balls come sizzling up his tubes and go flying into the swampy cunt of the girl.
His whole being tensed for the first explosion, and when it came it nearly knocked him over. He threw out his hands and grabbed hold on the girl's shoulders to keep himself from falling over backwards and sending his seed flying, uncaptured, into the air.
But his second shot, like his first, raced into her womb and flattened out against the back wall of her vagina. She could feel it hit, and she jerked mightily when it happened!
Again and again his hips shot out, and again and again his pecker expelled another hot load of come into her tasty orifice. His hands held on to her strong, youthful flanks that were wrapped around his waist. Her clitty was being pressed with strength against the upper part of the root of his manhood!
He shot out at least ten good, thick blobs of gism before his balls lost their force. The rest of his goo spilled out the pisshole with less oomph, but with the same relieving sensation. Cher's head rolled back and lolled around on her long neck. She, like the two men, was completely spent!
Mike jerked his cock out of her tight asshole and fell back into the cooling water, which acted like a balm on his tired, sore muscles.
Ben then followed suit, leaving Cher to flop into the water by herself. All three of them just floated around, trying to catch their breaths and regain their composure.
They all became aware of the high pitch shrill at the same time. All three sets of eyes looked towards the sound. There was Mrs. Smithfield caught in a corner of the pool, the vibrator still buzzing away full tilt. Out of her mouth was coming a steady scream.
"Golly!" exclaimed Mike, "she looks like she's being fucked by three elephants rather than just one small vibrator!"
"That's no small vibrator," objected Cher who knew all too well, "that device is called "The Big Bomber," and that ain't half of what it's really like!"
Cher swam over to the floundering woman and grabbed on to her silky legs. She had come over just to remove the vibrator from Rita's quim, but once she held the orgasmic girl in her arms she got some other ideas into her head.
The teenager swam around to the side of Rita, so that she was parallel with her large balloon-like titties. Using her mouth, Cher touched the very red tips of Rita's globes. She sucked into her damp, red orifice the red bead that was sticking out the top of the pure white breast, and flicked it back and forth with her tongue. The already hard nub got harder. Rita went into a frenzy!
Keeping her agile lips directly over the cherry red apex of Rita's tower, she let her left hand swing under the floating woman and come up into her lush, full ass., Fingers well practiced in the art of seduction pried open Rita's ass-mons and inserted one of her fingers into the fruity hole at the bottom of that alabaster valley.
Arching her back nearly into a semi-circle Rita accepted the stiff finger. She actually had little choice; she was coming so hard and so often she did not even have the strength to pop the vibrator out of her cunt!
Deep into the doughy rear hole of the married woman did the high school girl's finger probe. With her other hand she held up Rita's head, as the intensity of the orgasms Rita was having made her thrash about like a drunk yo-yo and Cher was a little worried that Rita would not be able to remain afloat.
"AAARRRRGGGGG!!" shouted Rita over and over as wave after wave of climax shattered over her wracked body. Her blonde hair was like a floating halo all about her face.
"I think I better take this thing out of there!" said Cher at last, though Rita couldn't hear anything but the roar of blood in her ears.
With deft fingers Cher took the end of the sunken vibrator and pulled it free. Almost at once the dreadful thrashing of the woman stopped as if she was an electric appliance herself and somebody just pulled the plug.
Slowly her eyes were able to re-focus, slowly her breath returned to normal.
"Thanks," she at last said to the girl who was still holding the buzzing object. With a click, Cher turned the base 90 degrees counter-clockwise and turned it off.
"You're welcome. I wasn't sure if you wanted it in or out."
"I guess I wanted it both ways," said Rita, "it's just so god damn intense, that it is hard to take for long periods of time. But on the other hand, it feels so good, I didn't want it to stop. I'm glad that you took it out because I just couldn't have made that decision myself. I'm glad that you did, otherwise I would have been out here at twelve tonight still coming like a house afire, if you know what I mean!"
"Do I ever!" said Cher, "do I ever!"
"Did you three finally get off?" asked Rita. Looking around she saw Mike and Ben up on the deck of the pool sunbathing in the nude.
"We sure did! We all came together in one big display of fireworks. My cunt is still full with cream; not even this pool can wash that much away. And my rear end is tingling!"
"Sounds mighty good," said Rita who was treading water. "I think I better get out of the water though, my hands look like the outside of raisins!"
"And your lips are turning a little blue!"
"They are? Well I have some lipstick in my purse."
The two girls flipped themselves out of the pool and on to the deck in a neat little movement that involved placing their hands on the edge and twisting their bodies 180 degrees while in midair.
They walked over to the men who were lying in a sunny spot. As it turned out they were playing a game of chess, with the board set up between them.
"Who's winning?" asked Rita.
"Mike is," said Ben, "he's up by a bishop and a pawn. Though I got him in a tight squeeze now!"
Cher looked down at the board. "Play the rook," she said to Mike.
When Mike made the move it placed Ben's king in check.
"Hey! That's unfair! I can't beat the two of you!"
"Well, you can get help from Mrs. Smithfield!"
"Rita can't play chess," Ben said. "Yes I can too! You just never asked me!"
"OK then, what do I do? As far as I see I've got to loose my knight."
"Hell no! Block with your pawn, which opens up your other rook, and it's check mate!"
"Son of a gun!" Ben said. "You're a lot smarter than I thought!"
"You'll learn, you'll learn!"
Cher laid down on the smooth concrete and let her tits get some sun. Rita followed suit, lying down right next to her husband. She placed her hand on his rear end and brushed some dirt off of it. Cher rubbed some sun tan oil into her tits and on to the triangle of white that surrounded her cunt.
"What do you folks want to do now?" asked Mike who was putting the chess pieces back into the box.
"I could go to sleep," sighed Rita, "that last orgasm was a killer. I think I got more exercise out of that little thing, than I got out of all the gym classes I ever took when I was in high school."
"Keeps me in shape," said Cher, "when there isn't a man around that is!"
"I know!" said Ben, "I just got a new camera, the kind that gives instant pictures. Why don't we take a few snaps of each other as keepsakes!"
"Let's make em real dirty," said Cher, "so that they'll be more than just keepsakes. If we make them real good, when we need something to whack off with we can use those."
"Sounds good, sounds good!" said Mike who was already on his feet and putting on his pants. "Let's get going and head back to the Smithfield's place. I just love photography!"
They all got dressed and walked back to the house talking excitedly about what it was that they wanted to do other than smile at the birdie. They were all filled with ideas!
It was not too long before they were all back in the Smithfield's bedroom. Ben was getting his camera ready, loading it with film, and putting in a flash cube. The other three were tumbling about on the bed. It felt good to lie down, particularly with two other people.
"It's almost ready," said Ben who was making a few last minute adjustments, "so have ready your poses!"
"I think the first thing we should do is take pictures of each other's genitals, just so that we remember," suggested Cher.
"I think that's a good idea," said Ben who finally got the camera in working order and was walking over to the bed. "Who wants to go first?"
"Cher, Cher should go first," said Mike. "Why don't Mrs. Smithfield and myself pretend to hold her down, while you get a close up of her twat!"
"It's making me creamy just the thought of it!" said the teenage girl.
Mike held on to the left thigh of the girl while Rita held on to the right. They were strong, firm thighs and felt good to the touch. Rita lightly stroked the soft inside of her hams making the girl lightly quiver.
The way they held her legs apart, her cunt gaped open. Ben took the camera right in, and looking through the lens he could see even clearer the magnificent quim of the girl.
"Looks delicious! I don't know how I'm going to take this without shaking."
Ben squinted through the view finder. He saw the rich red ravine that lay between the thick black forest of the girl's pubic jungle. He could see the thick outer labia, they appeared to be swollen, and might well have been from all the fucking the girl did.
And between the outer lips, he could see the twin flaps of the inner lips. At the top and the bottom of the cunt they seemed to join together, but at the top of the cunt they sheathed a nub of sensitive flesh: her clit!
The two inner lips were petal thin and seemed to be of a pink color. They were spread open slightly so that the inner recess could be seen. It was dark and cavernous though the walls could be seen as a deep red color.
"Just beautiful, just beautiful!" exclaimed Ben as he zoomed in on the shot, "now everybody hold still!"
Click! went the camera. And then Click! again, and again.
Ben couldn't stop looking at the swampy volcano her cunt was, for the more pictures he took of it, the more she creamed. The juice had begun to drip out of the opening and down into her ass.
"Just look at your cock!" said his wife. "It's completely hard again, just as if you hadn't fucked her twenty minutes ago."
"I'm sorry, but it is such a beautiful sight. Here look!" He showed them the pictures of the girl's pussy. Sure enough, the pictures were exquisite.
"They look pretty enough to lick!" said Mike who was very impressed. "You can even see some of her cream flowing out of the hole!"
"Take a picture of my hole, if you want to see some cream on film!" said Rita.
"That sounds like a first rate idea," agreed Ben. Cher was let up from her spread-eagle position and Rita filled it. This time Cher took one of the thighs and Mike the other. Rita arched her back a little so that her cunt was in clear view.
"Now there's a cunt!" said all three of them together.
The thin layer of pubic hair she had hardly hid anything at all. Clearly visible was the vulva of the woman and just as easily seen was her deep, deep hole. Out of that hole flowed a steady stream of thick pussy cream. It flowed slowly, almost like a glacier, except that it was warm, not cold.
Ben bent down to take his pictures but the sight and the smell of her wide quim was just too much. The camera dropped out of his hand to the bed. Mike scooped it up as Ben's lips hit Rita's pussy.
Soon, the married couple was flailing away on the bed with the two teenagers watching on.
"They sure are a nice couple," said Mike to Cher while they watched them fuck away.
"Sexy too!"
"I sure hope that we're like them when we grow up," said Mike.
"Can't see why we shouldn't be," answered Cher. Just then Ben's dick dug into Rita's pussy for the tenth time and out spurted a wad of white cream. Ben backed away letting his cock slide out of the orifice. He pushed Cher back on to her back, and before the second wad of cream was released, he jammed his rod in the girl's twat, and finished off in her. A wonderful end to a beautiful day!