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1994:

I heard about the pool through my best friend Jess. She was one of those girls who is friends with everyone in high school. In comparison I was kind of a loner, preferring the company of books to people. I think that was what her interest in me was. I was a challenge, and she was persistent. I liked her, too, though only as friend. Sure, she was pretty, and smart, and cool, and nice, but I didn’t want to risk what was good about our relationship by pushing too hard for it to become more.

Jess said that Matt had been the one to initially discover the pool across town. When it came to Matt it was usually better not to inquire how he found out about it. But basically, he’d started hanging out in the back yard of this house during the summer afternoons while the owner was at work. Soon word spread, and kids were showing up from all over town to party the afternoon away in a mix of chlorine, hormones, beer, and weed.

Jess and I, like most kids, used to leave our bikes in a jogging path behind the house, and hop the wooden fence directly into the backyard. I never would have been part of the group regularly, but Jess introduced me like it was nothing, and it seemed like that was good enough to gain their acceptance.

The first few times I went to the pool party, I was nervous, almost certain that this time was the time we were going to get caught. But whoever the owner of the home was, they kept a reliable schedule, and we were good about not pushing our luck by staying past four in the afternoon.

As the weeks of summer went by, more and more kids started showing up in this strange backyard. We became more complacent about our security, and more daring in our antics. It started with the odd flash, but the flashing soon became more of a regular toplessness to get the guy’s attention. The girls encouraged the guys to show a bit more too, and before long, the daily pool party became a clothing optional event.

As July melted into august, someone came up with the idea of “Humpday” a free-for-all orgy to be held on the last Wednesday of summer – One last big bang (If you’ll pardon the pun) before we all went away to college.

“Are you?” Jess asked on the Saturday before Humpday. Being the weekend, it was too risky that the owner of the house would be home. Therefore, the pool was closed to the general public. With nothing else to do, Jess and I were hanging out at my place, playing Street Fighter on Super Nintendo.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you going?”

“To Humpday?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know… Are you?”

I paused the game to look at her.

“I… I was kinda thinking of it,” Jess admitted.

“If I do I probably won’t do anything, you know?” I said.

Even with the clothing optional rule at the pool, I’d always chosen the clothing option. I preferred to hang back, and let others do the exhibition. The girls all had awesome teenaged bodies, and the guys all competed to impress them. I knew I was neither competitive nor impressive as a male specimen. I’d seen my share of porn, and I knew that I was nowhere close to as well-endowed as the guys in those videos.  

“That’s kinda the whole point though, you know?” Jess encouraged me. “Everyone participates – No spectators.”

“Yeah, but…”

“What is it?”

“It’s just… I’ve never participated before.”

“I know,” Jess said.

“You do?”

“Well, I guessed. I mean, for awhile I thought you might actually be gay.

“Gay?”

“It’s just, I never heard anything about it from any of the girls, and you never talk about it, and I’ve never seen you with anyone but me, so I just assumed…”

“I’m not gay,” I asserted.

“It’s alright if you are,” Jess assured me.

“I’m not,” I reassured her. “I just… like you’re really the only person I hang out with, and I just never really had the opportunity.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll happen,” Jess said. “I mean, if you go to Humpday, it’s pretty much guaranteed.”

“Yeah, but… what if they can tell?” I asked. “Like, what if they can tell I don’t have any experience?”

“Who cares?”

“What if they make fun of me?”

“They won’t.” Jess must have seen the skepticism in my eyes. “Listen, Tim, here’s the deal. A lot of high school guys aren’t really that great. I mean physically they’re good, but they’re selfish. They only think about themselves. So, look, you relax, pay attention to your girl, listen to her and respond to what she needs, and you’re going to be fine. Trust me. The rest is just mechanics, you know, and you’ll figure that out easy enough.”

I looked at Jess, who was looking back at me, as if she were waiting for something. My mind flashed on an image of leaning in to kiss her, and that was immediately followed by a look of disgust as she pulled away. I didn’t want to make things awkward between us and ruin our friendship. For what…? A fantasy?

“Thanks, Jess,” I said, shaking my head to clear it. “You’re a good friend.”

Jess blinked at me. “Yeah, sure,” she said. “No problem.”

I unpaused the game.

*

Humpday arrived finally. I was still on the proverbial fence about hopping the literal one one last time. Jess had been reassuring, but I still felt like I was just going to end up sitting out the events and feeling awkwardly out of place. On the other hand, I suspected that if I skipped it, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. I paced my room, walking to the door, and then back to my bed. When I finally made up my mind and walked through the door it was half past noon.

I cycled the now familiar route across town until I came to the usual collection of bikes half-parked, half-piled in the laneway. I left mine next to the one I recognized as Jess’s. At least she was already there. If anything got too weird or awkward, I knew I could count on her. I took a breath and scaled over the wooden fence.

I guess I’d been expecting a scene of abandoned teenage depravity. What I saw, was just the usual gang sitting around, drinking beer. They seemed quieter than usual, though, almost solemn - kinda like you see in war movies when the troops are just about to ship out to battle.

“Hey Tim,” Brian called when he saw me tumble into the backyard. “Beer, man?”

“Maybe in a bit,” I called back. What I really wanted was to dive into the pool. The afternoon was hot, and I’d more than broken a sweat getting over there. The water looked cool and refreshing. I quickly stripped down to the swim-trunks that I’d worn under my pants.

I walked to the edge and plunged into the deep end, jackknifing down to the ten-foot depth. A few seconds later, I surfaced, and swam for the steps in the shallow end. There were a couple of regular girls and a guy hanging out at the other end of the pool chatting. Their conversation hushed as I passed, and they watched me climb out of the pool. And just as I predicted, that awkward outsider feeling was on me.

I found a seat next to Jess, who was lying out on a large beach towel dressed in a sexy light blue bikini. She was talking to Heather, a girl I knew from school, whose swimsuit was burgundy and even more revealing.

“Wasn’t this supposed to be humpday?” I asked. “It’s kinda boring isn’t it?”

“Why don’t you get it started?” Jess asked.

“Why don’t you?” I fired back.

“I think everyone’s just kinda shy,” Heather said. “I’m sure it’ll heat up in a while.”

“Sure,” I replied.

I was half disappointed and half-relieved. I was looking forward to seeing what would happen, but also nervous about being pressured to participate and embarrassing myself. I decided to grab that beer from Brian after all, then returned to my seat. A joint was passed around. I took a couple of hits, and passed it on. If nothing else, at least it was a nice sunny afternoon. Perfect weather for sitting by the pool watching the world go by, and just relaxing.

Nothing continued to happen for another hour. Matt was looking anxious, almost annoyed, as if the lack of action was something personal against him. Finally, he stood up with an impatient sigh. He took the hand of a nearby girl – Michelle, a cheerleader with a reputation for being easy - and led her into the pool. Everyone turned to watch as they swam to the middle, where the water came up to their shoulders, but their feet could still touch bottom. Above the surface, their heads moved closer together finally meeting in an awkward kiss. Then Matt’s head moved around to Michelle’s neck, kissing his way from her ear down to her shoulder.

Something was going on below the water, but we weren’t sure what exactly, until Matt’s fist punched into the air holding Michelle’s bikini top. The crowd responded with a light cheer. Then Michelle’s head ducked under the surface. She was gone for about half a minute while Matt seemed to bob and squirm. When she popped back up, she jumped high enough to flash her large naked breasts. In her hand, rising up above her head, were Matt’s swim trunks. The crowd cheered even louder.

Finally, it seemed like the ice had broken. I saw people start to pair off, and begin making out. A couple of guys from the basketball team invited Jess and Heather into the pool with them. Jess gave me a look, and I nodded – Go on, enjoy yourself. I tried to seem casual, but of course, I was jealous. However, I knew it wasn’t the place or time to say anything. I regretted not kissing her when I had the opportunity a few days in my bedroom.

I looked around, as articles of swimwear began to be removed. Breasts, and asses, and cocks and pussies all started to flash before my eyes. In particular, there were a couple of girls that I recognized from school but didn’t really know. One was short and skinny with small breasts and bright blonde hair. She was kissing and sucking the nipple of a bigger girl with brown hair. She was slightly chubby, but not really fat – just soft looking with large breasts. In return the bigger girl was squeezing the smaller one’s ass. And she noticed me watching her!

Shit! I diverted my eyes, but everywhere I looked there was naked teenaged flesh, groping hands, and licking tongues. I looked back at the two girls across from me. Now the bigger girl had slipped aside the thong of the smaller one, and was sliding her finger across the length of her slit. And still she was watching me, almost amused. 

I felt my groin twitch, and realized my cock had become rock hard and I was pitching a tent to rival the Ringling Brothers Circus. With an almost instinctive embarrassment my hands went to cover my erection. Now both girls were watching me – the blonde had turned her head over shoulder. They were giggling at my shyness. I guess it was kind of funny, considering what was happening all around me.

The larger girl beckoned me over to them. I looked around to make sure she wasn’t trying to get someone else’s attention, but everyone seemed to be engaged. I stood uncertainly, my hands still self-consciously cupped around my protruding cock. The beer and weed had gone to my head more than I had realized. Even though it only took me a second or two to cross the patio, it seemed like an epic journey.

“Hi,” I said nervously, when I finally reached the girls.

“Hey,” said the smaller girl.

“You looked lonely,” the larger girl observed. “Why don’t you come join us?”

I looked around again. The back yard was filled with the sound of moans and sighs as fleshy bodies pressed and rubbed against each other in various configurations. I found Jess in all of the commotion. She was grasping the edge of the pool with her hands, while her knees were wrapped around the hips of her basketball playing partner who was repeatedly pushing his groin into hers. Her eyes were closed, and while I couldn’t hear her above the rest, I could see her mouth forming shapes of ecstasy.

“Yeah,” I said to the girls.

They rearranged themselves, with the smaller blonde girl lying on a reclining deck chair. The larger girl brown haired girl kneeled on her right side and invited me to kneel on the left. I watched as the larger girl pulled the strings at the hips of the smaller one’s red bikini bottom. The small piece of fabric lost its form, revealing a trimmed patch of buttery blonde pubic hair.

“Touch it,” the larger girl told me.

I reached my fingers out and tentatively ran them over the soft, silky hair. I noticed the blonde suck in her breath as I allowed my fingers to dip a little deeper between her thighs, encountering a hot slippery wetness there. The larger girl was keenly observing my reactions, and her face seemed delighted at the surprise on my own face.

“Here,” she said, fully removing the bit of fabric from between her friend’s legs, and fully exposing a pussy flushed hot pink and glistening with arousal. “Watch.”

The larger girl leaned over the smaller one, slowly kissing her way from her bellybutton down her navel, until she met the sensitive melting spot at the meeting of her thighs. She reached in with her hand, spreading her friend’s pussy lips, and licked from bottom up, stopping to give special attention to the small little swollen nub under the hood at the top. The blonde girl squealed and squirmed, but the brown-haired girl was persistent.

After a minute, the larger girl moved aside, and invited me to take a turn.  Unsure of what I was doing, I did my best to imitate her movements, kissing down her navel, and licking up the spread lips of the blonde girl’s sweet tasting pussy until I let my tongue flick over her clitoris.

The larger girl and I went back and forth taking turns until with the fingers of the larger girl buried to the second knuckle inside the pussy of the smaller one, she climaxed. The blonde shuddered and shouted “Oh my God! Yes!” while her thighs clamped tight around the ears of the larger girl. I almost thought she would suffocate, but half a minute later, the smaller girl’s grip loosened, and the larger one pulled her head back with a loud gasp. Both girls started laughing. It was infectious, and I laughed too, not really knowing what was funny.

“Shit, that was good,” the smaller girl exclaimed.

“You looked amazing,” the larger one assured her.

“What about you?” the smaller girl asked me.

“Yeah, incredible,” I agreed.

“No,” the larger girl laughed. “She means…” She shook her head. “Here, stand up.”

I could feel my cock throbbing harder than ever in my shorts. I stood, but my hands shyly went to cover my erection again. The girls, laughed. The larger girl moved around the chair while the smaller one got up and stood on my side.

“Come on, let us see,” the smaller girl said. She grabbed my left wrist, and began to pull. Then her friend grabbed my right wrist. I weakly resisted, afraid that they’d laugh at me, but with two against one they overpowered me.

“Oh!” said the larger girl, appreciatively. Admiring the distinct bulge in my shorts.

“Yeah,” the smaller girl agreed. They giggled at each other.

They began to tug at my shorts, revealing the first few curly hairs of my pubes. Again, I struggled to maintain my modesty (though perhaps not as strenuously as before). Again, the girls were victorious, finally yanking my shorts down to my knees. In spite of my shyness, my cock eagerly sprung up into the open air, throbbing and bobbing and begging for attention.

“Oh, wow,” the smaller girl said, reaching out to delicately run her fingers over my sensitive head.

“Mmm,” the larger girl added, gently wrapping her own fingers around my shaft.

“Sit down,” the smaller girl directed. “Let us take care of you.”

I did as I was told, relaxing into the cushions on the reclined deck chair. The blonde positioned herself between my legs, and lowered her mouth to my cock. I could feel her breath on the head, and then I was inside her mouth. Her tongue circled deliciously around my head and then along the shaft as she moved further down, until her nose pushed into my pubes and I could feel myself slipping down her throat.

Meanwhile the larger girl stood and leaned over me, so that her large breasts were in my face. Instinctively, I reached out with my hands, squeezing them, and directing one of her big stiff nipples between my lips. She groaned as I licked and sucked at it for a minute, and then offered me the other breast. She grabbed, my wrist, and guided my hand between her legs. She was still wearing a blue one-piece, and I could feel it soaking, though I knew she hadn’t been in the water. I pulled the fabric aside, and let my fingers explore her slippery pussy.

The smaller girl kept working her mouth over my cock, her head rising and falling, her blonde hair tickling my thighs. I could feel myself approaching an orgasm, and wondered if I should warn her before blowing what felt like a huge hot sticky load in her mouth.

“WHAT IN THE HIGH HOLY FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” shouted a woman’s voice, rendering my question moot.

Suddenly the entire backyard froze in a tableau of teenaged debauchery. It couldn’t have lasted more than half a second, though it seemed to stretch out into an infinity of shock and panic.

“RUN!” Someone shouted, breaking the spell, and suddenly naked kids were taking off in all directions with bouncing tits and wagging cocks. Some went for their clothes, a few just abandoned their possessions and hopped the fence naked.  The two girls I had been with disappeared into the chaos, leaving me reclined, with my wet cock pointing skyward.

The figure of a woman rushed past me, presumably the owner of both the voice, and the house. She wore a grey jacket and skirt, and had honey-coloured hair pinned severely into a tight bun at the back of her head. chasing the kids who scattered and scurried like mice. I watched her reach the grass, clutching after a fleeing boy, and catching only air. Her shoes weren’t built for traction on wet lawn, and she went into a skid, ending up on her ass.

“Stop!” The woman shouted to no effect. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

I got to my feet, and found my trunks. I attempted to put them back on, but a combination of nerves and intoxication made me slow and unsteady.

“Tim!” I looked up and saw Jess half way between the house and fence. Jess looked uncertainly at the fence, then back at me. She was still naked, holding her bathing suit in her hand. “Tim! Come on, we’ve got to go!”

 “I need to find my bag,” I said, heading across the patio where I’d left it.

“Fuck the bag,” Jess insisted, moving back in my direction, against the flow of the escaping kids. “We’ve gotta get out of here.”

I roughly shoved the chair I’d been sitting in out of the way, and found my stuff where I left it. I picked it up and turned towards Jess’ voice. She hadn’t noticed, but the woman had managed to regain her feet and was rushing towards her.

“Jess watch out!” I called, but it was too late. The woman tackled Jess, and both of them went sprawling across the grass. I rushed to the aid of my best friend. “Leave her alone.”

I meant to pull Jess free from the woman’s grasp, but instead, she spun on her back and tripped me up with her legs. I fell backwards, and was fortunate that the bag cushioned my head, or I would have cracked it on the pavement around the pool.

“Just what the hell are you doing in my backyard?” The woman demanded to know.

I finally got a good look at her face. She was older – maybe in her late thirties or early forties – just beginning to show a few faint creases around her mouth and eyes that her makeup wasn’t concealing. Her features appeared sharp, almost birdlike, though not completely unattractive. She had a serious, authoritative air about her. I imagined that whatever she did professionally, it involved taking little shit from others.

The woman painfully pulled both of us to our feet, with a tight grip to let us know we’d been caught. The backyard was silent except for the boombox that Brian had left behind, spinning the new Porno for Pyros CD. Everyone else had gotten away.

“I… we…” I couldn’t find an explanation.

“We were borrowing your pool,” Jess concluded.

“Why are you naked?” she asked, shaking Jess. Then, without waiting for an answer she said, “Nevermind, I know what you were doing. I saw you filthy teens at it. All of you fucking your perverted little brains out in my backyard.”

“It wasn’t like that,” I protested.

“Don’t lie to me!” the woman shouted at me as she twisted my arm behind my back. “I saw you dirty, horny fuckers with my own eyes. Don’t deny it.”

“Oww! Okay, okay,” I submitted. “We were having sex.”

“An orgy,” the woman corrected. “An orgy in my goddamn swimming pool.”

“Yes, that was what was happening,” I agreed. My arm was in agony, “Just let me go.”

“Are you going to run?” She asked applying even more pressure.

“Shit! No!” I shouted.

“You swear?”

“I swear, I won’t run.”

“Fine,” the woman said, releasing her hold on me.

“Jesus,” I swore, rubbing my tender wrist.

“And what about you, you little slut?” the woman asked Jess, shaking her again. 

“I won’t run,” Jess promised.

“You better not, bitch,” the woman said, letting go of her arm. Jess moved to stand next to me. “Let’s get one thing straight right here and right now… This is my house, my property. You’re trespassing. I could turn you in to the police. Hell, I could even legally shoot you and claim self defense if I wanted. But you don’t want that, do you?”

Jess and I silently shook our heads.

“Then get this through your heads, your asses are mine. Got that?”

We nodded.

“Good. Names?”

Jess and I told her.

“You can call me Miss Conrad - Not Mrs, Not Ma’am, Miss. And when I tell you to do something your only response should be ‘Yes, Miss Conrad.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” Jess and I responded in unison.

“I’m not going to tolerate any shit out of you two. Step out of line once and I’m on the phone to the police. Got that?”

“Yes, Miss Conrad.”

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Now first thing is first: I want you to clean up the mess you and your friends have made. When you’re done, I don’t want to see any sign of what you little bastards were doing back here.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad.”

“I’ll hang on to this for you,” Miss Conrad said, snatching Jess’s bathing suit from her hands.

Jess looked at her for an instance with defiance. The older woman met her eye steadily. Finally, Jess relented, letting go of the outfit. “Yes, Miss Conrad.”

“And you,” she said, pointing at me. “I’ll take your bag.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” I said handing her the bag with my street clothes in it.

“And I don’t think you’ll be needing your shorts either,” Miss Conrad added. “Strip.”

“But-”

“Ah-ah,” Miss Conrad warned with a wagging manicured finger. “We had a deal. Or do you want me to call the police?”

“No, Miss Conrad.”

“Then get on with it, boy. Get ‘em off.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” I answered, pulling my swimming trunks to the ground.

I handed them to the woman. She looked down at my cock, now flaccid and dangling, and gave a soft hum. My hands went to cover up.

“Don’t bullshit me with this shy blushing modesty act after what I caught you doing back here you filthy perverts. If I want to have a look at you, I’ll have it. Now, get your hands out of the way.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad.”

I reluctantly let my hands drop to my sides. Miss Conrad leaned in for a closer look. I noticed Jess watching too.

“Feeling uncomfortable, boy?” Miss Conrad asked.

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” I answered honestly. She gave me a stern look, so I corrected my answer “I- I mean no, Miss Conrad.”

“Good, now get to work,” she ordered, and then took her seat on the reclining deck chair where I’d received my first blowjob. “I’ll be right here keeping an eye on you both, so don’t try anything funny.”

Over the next hour or so Jess and I wandered around Miss Conrad’s back yard while she alternately directed us and heckled us from her chair: “Don’t miss that beer can. Isn’t it lucky I came home early this afternoon?”

 The whole time we could feel her gaze on us, greedily consuming the sight of two naked teen bodies as we swept up cigarette butts, or fished used condoms out of the pool. The work was disgusting, and we cursed the other kids who had left behind such a mess. However, after an hour, the yard looked like it did the first day I saw it.

“Okay, we cleaned up,” Jess said irritably. “Can we go now?”

“Go?” Miss Conrad repeated. “You can go when I say you can go. I’ll decide, not you. Got it, you little slut?”

“But what else can you want from us?” I objected. “Your yard is back to normal, it’s like we were never here.”

“Uh-huh. You fixed the damages you caused, but I feel it’s only fair that I should be compensated properly for the use of my property in the first place.”

“Come on,” Jess protested. “All we did was use your pool when you weren’t even here.”

“You did more than that,” Miss Conrad argued. “But maybe you want to discuss it with the police after all.”

The girl and woman locked eyes.

“Come on,” I whispered in Jess’ ear. “Whatever it is, let’s just do it, and get the hell out of here.”

“Fine,” Jess said flatly. “What do we have to do?”

“First, you better drop the attitude, bitch, and remember why you’re in this predicament in the first place. Got it?”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” Jess answered icily.

“Better,” Miss Conrad said. “Now, I think you filthy disgusting teens could use a cleanup yourselves. Come with me.”

Miss Conrad opened the sliding door at the back of her house and led us inside. As soon as we stepped into the kitchen, a blast of cool air hit us, causing us to shiver. The older woman led us through her home. The décor was neat and tidy, and none of it suggested a male presence in the home. When we reached the front of the house, we were marched up a staircase, down a small hallway and to a bright lit washroom.

In one corner was a large jacuzzi bath. I happened to notice a collection of vibrators laid on a towel beside the tub. In the other corner was a large shower stall with glass doors. Miss Conrad, turned on the water, and ordered us to step inside. I followed Jess, giving her space under the shower-head to let the hot water run over her entire body. I couldn’t help but admire the way little runnels formed along the   curves of her breasts. Without intending to, I felt the first faint twitch of arousal in my groin.

“I said you both need cleaning,” Miss Conrad said, sitting on the edge of her tub, and watching us through the glass. “Get under there with her, dirty boy.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” I said, and obediently moved nearer to Jess.

“Closer! Closer!” Miss Conrad kept shouting until our wet naked bodies were actually touching under the spray.

Miss Conrad instructed me to shampoo Jess’s hair, and then for Jess to do the same to me. Because I was taller, Jess had to reach up, which meant pressing even closer to me. I didn’t want to become aroused, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. As Jess squirmed against me to reach the top of my head, I was certain that she’d soon discover my stiffening cock.

It wasn’t my fault, though. I mean, I’d fantasized about Jess for the longest time, even though she was just a friend. And with humpday, and nearly coming to orgasm in the short blonde girl’s mouth, only to be stopped by Miss Conrad’s sudden appearance, and watching Jess naked this afternoon… I was near crazy with horniness. Who could blame me?

Miss Conrad certainly wasn’t making it easier on me. She instructed me to lather up a washcloth with soap, and scrub Jess’ body. My hands travelled over her shoulders and collarbones. Then I hesitated and looked into her eyes, as if reading my mind, she nodded. I carried on down over her breasts giving.

“Don’t forget to wash out that filthy little snatch of hers,” Miss Conrad called from the other side of the washroom. I could see that she had removed her grey jacket, and undone several buttons on her white blouse.

“Are you sure?” I asked Jess aloud. We’d been best friends forever, but this was crossing a line into something new.

“It’s okay,” Jess whispered back. She grabbed my wrist, and guided my hand downward between her thighs. I began to move the washcloth back and forth over her clit. She sighed at the sensation of my fingers exploring her slit.

“Get it nice and clean, you dirty little fuckers. You hear?”

“Yes, Miss Conrad.”

I continued to rub Jess’ pussy. The washcloth dropped to the floor of the shower stall. No one seemed to mind. My fingers probed inside of her hole, while my thumb flickered over her clit. Jess was moaning louder now. Outside, Miss Conrad’s blouse was completely open exposing big round breasts, and the soft curve of her belly. One of her hands was pulling hard at her nipple. Then she stood, raised up her skirt and dropped her black lace panties to the floor. She sat back down, and began to rub her own pussy as I stimulated Jess’.

It wasn’t long before Jess’ low moans turned into needful shouts of ecstasy. Whatever, I was doing, it seemed to be working. Miss Conrad grabbed one of vibrators, and turned it on. The humming noise briefly filled the washroom, and then became muffled as Miss Conrad inserted the toy inside herself. It wasn’t too much longer, before I felt Jess tense up and shudder as an orgasm crashed through her body. Her hand went to mine, clamping it firmly in place. The intensity of her climax caused her to fall back and lean against the cool tile of the shower wall.

After a moment, Miss Conrad shouted, “Turnabout is fairplay, isn’t it? Why don’t you give Tim’s big dirty cock a good cleaning.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” Jess agreed. She picked up the washcloth from where I’d dropped it, and lathered it up again. Then she grabbed my rigid penis in her fist, and began to stroke it up and down.

“Not like that, you slut,” Miss Conrad corrected. “Use your filthy mouth. Suck him clean.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad.”

Jess tossed the washcloth aside and dropped to her knees. She took my cock straight into her mouth, moving her head back and forth. She wasn’t as skilled as the blonde had been, but the sensation was still pleasurable. And with all of the excitement and tension that had been building all day, I don’t think I lasted more than a couple of minutes. My first blast filled her mouth. She spit it out. The remainder fell on her tits as she stroked every drop out of me with her hands. It all washed down the drain.

“Disappointing,” Miss Conrad commented. “Totally unsatisfactory. You’re going to have to perform better than that if you want me to let you off the hook. Towel off, and meet me in the bedroom.”

The older woman left us abruptly. I grabbed a towel for Jess and one for myself. We dried off quickly, though there was an awkwardness between us.

“Listen, I know we’re just friends,” I said. “I don’t want to lose that with you.”

“You won’t,” Jess promised. “And Tim?”

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t think you were disappointing.”

“Thanks.”

Jess and I left the washroom and found the bedroom door open. Miss Conrad lay completely naked on her bed, with pink and white floral sheets around her. Her body was well toned as if she spent a lot of time in the gym, working out. Her breasts fell naturally to either side of her chest, but they had not yet begun to sag with age. Each was summited by a large pinkish brown nipple standing firmly at attention.  

Miss Conrad spread her muscular legs wide, as she worked another of her vibrators inside her pussy. I noticed that unlike a lot of girls I’d seen in porn, Miss Conrad’s pussy was completely smooth and free of hair. The sight of it set my cock astir again even though I’d come just cum moments before.  

“Come here,” she demanded.

We obediently climbed onto the bed beside her.

“I can see that you horny little fuckers don’t know the first thing about sex. You need someone more experienced to teach you. So, pay attention now, because I’m going to show you how a real woman fucks.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” we answered in Unison.

“Lick it,” Miss Conrad ordered, tapping her finger above her moistened slit.

Jess and I looked at each other as if playing a strictly mental game of paper-rock-scissors. Finally, I leaned forward and kissed Miss Conrad’s swollen clit. Almost immediately, I felt Miss Conrad’s hands in my hair, grasping it hard and pushing my face into her pussy. I began to tongue her slit, hoping to earn our freedom, while thinking of the two girls I’d been with earlier that afternoon. However, after only  a minute, she pushed my head away frustratedly.

“No, no, no, boy!” Miss Conrad shouted. She flipped off of her back and onto her knees. “I guess that’s why they say not to send a boy to do a woman’s job.”

“I’m Sorry, I-” I began to apologize, only to be abruptly cut off.

“If you’re going to do it, boy, you’d better learn to do it right.”

Miss Conrad reached across the bed and grabbed Jess by her ankles, pulling her roughly towards. Jess shrieked as she toppled over backwards. Ignoring her, Miss Conrad put her hands between Jess’ knees and pushed them apart, exposing a small silky tuft of black hair. Miss Conrad twirled her fingers in it, and let them slip further down to the damp spot between Jess’ legs.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No, Miss Conrad,” Jess answered obediently.

“You don’t know what you’ve been missing,” Miss Conrad replied. “Well, let me show you.”

With that, the older woman dove face-first between the thighs of the younger one. I watched as Miss Conrad began to lick and slurp greedily at Jess’ pussy. I could actually hear her getting wetter. Jess’s eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands clutched tightly at the sheets. Her face was screwed up in a grimace. For a second I thought maybe she was in pain until she shouted, “Oh my fucking God!”

My cock twitched excitedly, and absent-mindedly my hand went to it and began to stroke it. A few minutes later, Miss Conrad’s face lifted. She saw me jerking off, and swatted at me. I moved my hand, and she landed a stinging blow on the sensitive head of my cock.

“Owww!”

“Who told you to do that, you selfish little shit?” she asked.

“uh…. No one, Miss Conrad.”

“Then cut it out,” she demanded. “This isn’t for your amusement. It’s for mine. Now, come here and pay attention.”

As I moved next to Miss Conrad, she spread Jess’ legs even further apart. Her public hair wasn’t just damp, it was matted and silvery with a mix of Miss Conrad’s saliva and the juices of her own arousal.

“Watch,” Miss Conrad instructed.

I watched her spread Jess’s pussy lips open revealing the hot flushed glistening pink flesh inside. With the flat of her tongue, Miss Conrad slowly licked Jess from bottom to top, until she reached her clit. She gently pinched and pulled back the hood exposing more of the swollen little nub, and then she lowered her head and kissed it sensuously. I saw her poke her tongue through her pursed lips, and begin to lick circles around it, while her fingers slipped down to Jess’ slippery wet hole, and sank inside, causing Jess to squirm and squeal loudly.

“Okay?” Miss Conrad asked a few minutes later, raising her head to address me. “It’s not rocket science. Even an idiotic boy like you should be able to manage.”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” I answered.

“Then let’s see,” she ordered. “Get in there and eat your little girlfriends slutty cunt.”

“She’s not my…” I began to protest.

“Do you think I give a shit?” Miss Conrad argued. “Tongue-fuck that pussy now, or I’m calling the cops to report you two trespassing shits.”

I took one last look at Jess. She nodded, and mouthed ‘it’s okay’ at me. I knew we really didn’t have any other choice, but I also have to wonder if there wasn’t some part of Jess that was enjoying it. I knew part of me did. It was swollen stiff, and throbbed with excitement between my legs.

I lowered my head until my nose was tickled by Jess’s curly pubic hair. I breathed her scent in deeply, then began to imitate Miss Conrad’s movements as best I could. I could feel Jess’s body moving, responding to every flicker of my tongue. Her breathing was getting harder as I probed her wet pussy with my fingers, letting them sink in as far as I could.

“Better, better,” Miss Conrad commented, then asked Jess, “Do you like the way your idiot boyfriend licks that sweet slutty little snatch of yours?”

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” Jess said, breathing heavily.

“That’s enough,” Miss Conrad demanded. “I won’t have him waste his talents on your worthless cunt. It’s my turn, now.” She grabbed the hair at the back of my head, pulling me away from Jess’ pussy. “You, lie down on the bed here, on your back.”

I did as I was told, staring up at the women kneeling over me on either side. Miss Conrad lifted her leg, and straddled over my head. Slowly, she lowered her bare pussy towards my face.

“Show me what you’ve got, idiot boy,” she demanded.

I began to lick and kiss and suck the ways she’d shown me. I could hear her sighing with pleasure. Encouraged by her sounds, I became even more enthusiastic with my mouth and fingers. In response she began to grind against my face.

“Now, let me see how you ride that big dirty meat stick,” Miss Conrad ordered Jess.

Jess made no verbal reply, and I couldn’t see past Miss Conrads tight round buttocks, but I felt hands circling around my erection. I throbbed involuntarily at the sensation.

“Get on him, bitch,” Miss Conrad encouraged. “Let me see you stuff that thing up your filthy little cunt.”

I felt Jess’s body shifting around my thighs as she climbed over me. Then she firmly gripped my cock again. The next thing I felt was hot moisture at the tip of my head. It slowly descended down my shaft, warm and soft, and wet, until I could feel her weight resting on my pelvis. Then she lifted off slightly, beginning a steady rising and falling rhythm.

Jess felt so good on me, I moaned straight into Miss Conrad’s clit. The older woman shrieked with delight. I continued making muffled noises at her pussy, as her juices ran down over my lips and chin. Meanwhile Jess’ motions were becoming quicker and more intense. Within minutes, I felt myself approaching my second climax of the afternoon.

“You’d better not cum in your girlfriend’s dirty slutty pussy,” Miss Conrad warned, sensing that I was approaching the edge. “Don’t you dare cum, until I say so. Get the fuck off him, bitch.”

Miss Conrad actually shoved Jess. I felt myself slip out of her as she fell backwards onto the mattress, between my legs. Miss Conrad rolled away from my face, and lay down on the bed so that her ass was at the edge and her legs dangled over them.

“Get over here and get that fucking cock in me,” she demanded, as she spread her knees apart. Her pussy was absolutely shiny from my earlier efforts.

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” I responded.

I moved around the bed and between her legs. With one hand, I guided myself inside Miss Conrad’s pussy, and began to pump in and out of her. She wasn’t as naturally tight as Jess, but I could feel her muscles working to squeeze my cock, and it was amazing.

“Don’t just sit there and watch, like some useless dumb bitch,” Miss Conrad scolded Jess. “Help him.”

Jess crawled across the mattress, and leaned over the older woman. Her hands pressed lightly against her abdomen, and glided up to the giant tits bouncing in time with my fucking. Jess played with Miss Conrad’s nipples for a few minutes. Miss Conrad reached her hand out between Jess’ legs, and began to finger-fuck the girl. Taking it as a cue, Jess’s hands slid back down Miss Conrad’s body until they nearly reached the point where my cock was sliding steadily in and out of her flushed pink pussy. Jess found her clit, and began to let her fingers flicker over it.

“Oh shit!” Miss Conrad swore at the first touch. “Yes, do it like that. Just like that! Tell me how my fingers feel in that slutty little pussy of yours. Do you like it?

“Yes, Miss Conrad,” Jess responded.

The three of us worked steadily towards orgasms. Jess was first. Miss Conrad found her g-spot, and soon the girl collapsed into a shivering ball of ecstasy. Watching my best friend climax pushed me over the edge, and I immediately felt my cock pulsing as I shot load after load into the woman who held us captive. The sensation of my cumming must have set Miss Conrad off, because I felt her shudder and tense up. A loud guttural growl roared from her throat followed by a string of profanity. Eventually the three of us lay panting and quiet on her bed, catching our breath.

Miss Conrad sighed, “Ahh, I needed that.” Then she sat up, and smacked both of us on our chests.

“Now, get your shit, and get the fuck out of here,” she ordered. “And consider yourselves lucky, you horny little fucks. If I catch you here again, I will call the police, and you can do what we just did with your cellmates, though I doubt they’ll be as kind or gentle with you as I’ve been.”