Amy Kelleher happily wriggled on Jimmy Hightower's lap, sucking his
tongue and purring. She was being careful, though, bracing herself on the
chair arms - she probably weighed as much as he did, and she didn't want to
hurt him. Frankly, it would be best at this point if he failed to notice...
Momentarily, she found herself to be envious of Thelma;
Danny could bench press her almost painfully thin body without effort. Strange how these things worked out... She glanced at her girlfriend, and almost burst out laughing - Thelma was leaning into Danny's lips as they worked over her neck and shoulder, with the most insipidly happy expression on her face! It was a good thing that there were no mirrors in the room - one look, and the cat would have been totally out of the bag! Amy was certain that if Danny kept it up, Thelma would totally forget to worry about ANYTHING! In the meantime, however, Amy needed to get off Jimmy's lap, before she slipped up! "Hey! Let's go for a swim!" she squealed, hopping up.
"Kewl!" Jimmy was thrilled! Amy would be wet - and naked - in no
time! After that, she would need to get warm - and he had some serious ideas about that! Jimmy leaped up and slid aside the first couple of panels of the screen, revealing the pool, its expanse lit by the underwater floods. "What about your suit?" he inquired slyly.
Amy stepped through the screen and shrugged airily. "I looked - and
there was just NOTHING!" Giggling, she continued, "I guess I'll have to do without! Um, maybe you could, too?"
Thelma, reluctantly stepping through the screen behind her couldn't
help but roll her eyes. Who DID they think they were kidding, anyway? Each other? Danny? A glance behind her at Danny's grin told her that THAT wasn't the case! He was shaking his head in gentle disbelief. "Wonder what original thought they'll have next?" he rumbled rhetorically. Thelma grinned from ear to ear, and Danny stopped, surprised, wondering just how many people had seen Thelma smile? Strange, how it changed her face... Danny stepped through to the outside as Amy and Jimmy faced one another, looking like a pair of aliens in the reflected blue light of the underwater floods. Amy opened her robe, smiling coyly, and Jimmy shucked out of his trunks, displaying a HUGE boner! Everybody present gasped, including Danny! "Wow!" Amy gasped, mesmerized. The robe dropped to the deck, forgotten, as she gravitated toward Jimmy's simply unbelievable hunk of man-meat!
Jimmy took in the stares and became embarrassed. "C'mon, let's get
wet!" he announced, and, taking one of Amy's unresisting hands, made for the pool.
Thelma and Danny exchanged a shocked glance. "Who'd have thought...?"
Thelma began, then shook her head.
"I, uh, can't compete with that..." Danny announced diffidently.
"Um, good!" Thelma replied. "It'd probably kill me! I sure hope Amy
can take it!" She minced over to the pool's edge. "Let's just dangle our feet in the water a bit!" she suggested, settling onto the edge.
"Okay." Danny plopped down, still in his trunks, since Thelma had
made no move to remove her robe.
Thelma diffidently placed her hand on Danny's. "I, uh, can't swim..."
she admitted.
"That's okay," came the reply. "I can teach you. Besides, it's not
deep until you get over there where they're standing." Danny's left paw came across, covered hers, and lifted, allowing him to flip his right over. Then he lowered hers again into its grip, her fingers interlocking with his. She stared at the coupling, distracted. He sidled a bit closer, and they sat there, communing. "Really?" Thelma asked distantly.
"Yeh," Danny replied, wondering dimly whether she was interested in
learning to swim or pool depth. It didn't seem to matter...
Amy was thigh deep in the water before she realized that she was wet.
She felt like the pool water should be bubbling around her pussy, it was so hot! She couldn't take her eyes off of Jimmy's erection, and her right hand kept opening and closing, anticipating the feel of it. Jimmy dragged her out until they were chest deep, watching as the water buoyed up her breasts, causing them to dance to the rhythm of the water disturbed by their passage. But Amy didn't let him view this phenomenon from a distance; she closed on him immediately, offering her lips as her hand closed around that tantalizing shaft. "Aaaahhhh!" they simultaneously sighed into one another's mouths as her hand closed around the burning rod. Amy was amazed that it could be so hard and so hot in the presence of the cool water; Jimmy couldn't believe that Amy could be so forward! She was a wet dream come true! Amy slid her hand up and down the rock hard flesh, watching Jimmy's eyes flutter. It was her first experience with a circumcised penis, and she mused that if the rumors were true - that circumcision limited the size - Jimmy could have impregnated horses!
Jimmy's voice took on serious urgency, "Amy - Oogh! If you keep that
up, I'm gonna be cleaning spunk from the pool filter for a week!"
Amy grinned from ear to ear. This played into her hands - she'd
wanted nothing more urgently than a taste since she'd laid eyes on the huge spear! "Then we'd better take the edge off! I owe you for Gino's, anyway. Hop up on the edge and Mama fix!"
Jimmy couldn't believe what he was hearing! He lurched out of the
pool, clumsily, familiarity being the only thing that kept him from serious injury as inattention caused him to thrash on the pool's edge. The position proved to be less than optimal, the flagpole of his erection waving above Amy's head, so the pair shifted to Amy's left, into shallower water. Jimmy had to give up the visual feast of watching Amy's natural Mae West bob on the ripples, but...
Thelma and Danny watched the live sex show from twenty feet away. As
Jimmy lurched out of the water, his cock waving rigidly before him, Thelma leaned against Danny's shoulder. Danny gently extracted his hand, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her tighter to him, unconsciously sliding it under the flimsy robe to run gently across her narrow ribs. Thelma found her out of work left hand resting on Danny's right thigh, high up along the hem of his trunks. Neither of the pair was more than peripherally conscious of specific activity, so it was no exercise in bravery on Thelma's part when her fingers slid under the fabric, toying with Danny's inner thigh, no more than when Danny's big fingers began gently tracing the curve where Thelma's right breast met her ribcage.
Amy didn't fool around, licking and teasing - she immediately lowered
her hot mouth over the bursting head of Jimmy's cock! Jimmy went totally rigid and his legs started bouncing as all conscious thought left him and the instinct to drive his ram into the warm, wet depths met the fortunate fact of his poor position to accomplish the action. Amy slid her tongue along the underside of the flanged head, and Jimmy couldn't have stifled the result if it meant his life! Corded tendons stood out in his neck and he ground his teeth, reddening - and then the flood began!
Amy felt the cock head in her mouth swell, the flesh becoming
impossibly tight with in the taut skin, and knew what was coming - but she was blissfully unaware of just how much! The first surge was halfway down her throat before she realized it was on the way, and, choking, she rushed to catch up as Jimmy, now a mindless delivery system for his seed, sank both hands into her dark locks, holding her in place to receive the flood. This went on for a time somewhere between a couple of milliseconds and forever (neither of them could have told you which) before Jimmy's arms relaxed, and he settled back, momentarily exhausted, while his still pulsing cock sputtered in Amy's mouth.
Amy, the urgency of disposal of large quantities of Jimmy's spunk
relieved, proceeded to luxuriate in the taste and texture of both the last spurts and their fleshy delivery system, sucking his glans like a lollipop, grinning. Jimmy opened his eyes to what was arguably the most beautiful sight in the world: Amy's smiling eyes above a mouth that managed to smile around his captured erection. Feeling a bit inadequate, and more than a little guilty, he gathered himself for an apology. "Amy, I'm sorry - I didn't..."
Amy wrapped a hand around his still very solid shaft and backed off to
speak, "... last very long? Warn me?" She laughed. "I knew you weren't going to last - that's why I did it! And I got all the warning I needed when you swelled up. Relax, Sweetie - it was wonderful!" She wiggled the stiff shaft in her hand, "And there's plenty more where THAT came from!"
Thelma and Danny had watched the byplay, mesmerized. As Jimmy hopped
back down into the water, took Amy's hand, and began wading back toward them, consciousness of her own situation returned to Thelma on the wings of a stifled groan by Danny. Glancing somewhat amazedly at her left hand, she realized that the soft, loose skin and kinky hair she had been instinctively toying with was Danny's scrotum - she'd slid her hand deep into his trunks and was playing with the pubes at the base of his cock! Thelma's clitoris itched madly, its background state of raw arousal augmented by the flickering spikes of electricity flashing between it and her distended right nipple. The reason for that distension: Danny's thumb and forefinger, steadily twisting and kneading the fleshy nubbin. Thelma wanted nothing more than to collapse against Danny, drawing him atop her, but the fear was strong... She needed some kind of reassurance, even false, so she withdrew her hand from its provocative location and turned pleading eyes on Danny. "Danny, if I asked you to take me home now, would you?"
Danny sighed, gustily. This wasn't exactly what he'd hoped to hear -
but the required response was clear: "Yeah."
Big, moist brown eyes held his. "And if I made you take me home,
would you call me?"
"Huh! Yeah..." Danny gave her a squeeze and rose, turning toward the
pool house door. He pondered his actions, trying to figure out exactly what he'd done wrong, but well, let's face it, things had been moving pretty fast... Maybe Thelma just wasn't as easy as Amy appeared to be... Danny shrugged philosophically as he stepped through the screen; that wasn't necessarily bad...
Thelma sat there, confused. Danny had basically given her everything
she could expect, then he'd gotten up and was wandering off... "Danny, where are you going?"
Danny stopped in the opening, frowning, "Gonna get something to write
on..."
"Something..." Thelma's confusion was writ large on her face.
Danny looked at her like she had two heads. "Yeah... If I'm gonna
call ya, I need your phone number... Want me to chase down your dress?"
Realization crashed over Thelma, utterly destroying her defenses. The
whole purpose of her queries had been a last-ditch, desperate attempt to ensure that Danny didn't think of her as a one-night stand. She'd expected him to respond as he had, basically, but follow it up with an aggressive effort to change her mind. Instead, Danny had picked up the ball, carried it, and made like a total Boy Scout - while simultaneously making his ongoing interest thoroughly clear in a way that brooked little or no doubt! In fact... Thelma locked moist eyes with the big hulk, "Danny, I SAID 'IF'..."
"Oh." Danny stopped dead, reorienting himself on Thelma. "I figured
you got scared - we been going pretty fast..." he mused. Thelma's eyes were all that he could see; they were hypnotic, compelling.
Thelma was still trying to compose her next question, basically, an
attempt to discover whether he had decided to pass her up totally, when Danny continued, "...I figure we'll get there... Better if you're comfortable. We got time..."
Relief, love and lust were a heady cocktail; Thelma was drunk,
weakened as its effects washed over her. She raised a hand, waving him closer, tilting her head back to hold his eyes as he approached. When he'd reached the point of hovering over her, she managed to get some control over her voice, choking out, "I'm comfortable now!" Pulling in a deep breath, she husked, "Danny... Honey... Take me to bed?"
To Amy and Jimmy, it looked like levitation - one moment, Danny stood
over Thelma, who was still swishing one leg languidly in the pool. The next, Danny was turning toward the pool house door, carrying Thelma snuggled in his arms!
