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Chapter 1: Heat Wave

The blackout may have turned out the lights across the city and several of its suburbs, but the phones were still working
because as soon as Rachel walked through the front door, her mother was telling her that Mrs. Carmichael had called.
She and her husband were stuck in the city when the power went out and didn't know when they'd get home. They
wanted her to go over to their house and baby-sit their son.

"Mom!" Rachel burst out. First of all, she'd only gotten home herself, having to walk all the way from Ashley's in the
lingering heat of high summer and for all that it was after 8 o'clock in the evening and dark outside, it was still hot and
sticky. She was dying for a shower. And not only that, this friggin' blackout ruined all her plans! She told her mother that
she was sleeping over at Ashley's for the weekend but they were really going up to the lake with the guys for a two day no
holds bar party. She'd gotten waxed, trimmed and tanned especially for it — all shot to hell! And now on top of all that...

"You've babysat him before," her mother was saying.

"When he was **! He's **, don't you think he's a little old..."

"Rach!" her mother snapped. "His parents just want to know he's safe... and it's not like you have anything else to do!
Here, take this." She held out the family's worn box of Jenga. "Something to do to pass the time."

Oh my God, Rachel rolled her eyes. She's -got- to be k**ding. Her mother grabbed hold of her backpack hanging from
one hand to put the game box in it. Alarmed, Rachel snatched it back with a loud "Mom!"

Just as her mother frowned at her hysterical reaction, Rachel quickly conceded. "Alright, I'll do it." She took the Jenga box
and stuffed it into her backpack. She *did not* want her mother to see the new bikini she had secretly bought for the lake
party. If she did, she'd be packed off to a convent.

"Here, honey, take these, too." Her mother handed her two of their camping lanterns. "In case, he doesn't have candles."

"Fine." Rachel slung her backpack over her shoulder, took up the lanterns, lighting one of them, and headed up the
street. The Carmichaels lived a block and a half away. She leaned on the doorbell when she got there. Aminute later, the
door opened.

"Hey. Your parents—" Rachel began.

The teenage boy cut in, "Yeah, I know. They called." He stepped back to let her in.

Rachel breezed in and his eyes followed her. He hadn't seen her since she was ** when she looked as gawky and
acne-ridden as the girls in his school now. But she sure as hell wasn't gawky anymore. Even in ordinary shorts, white
tank top and an open oxford shirt, damp with sweat at the arms and down the back, Rachel had grown up and filled out,
toned and tanned, legs boys and men dreamed about. Sweet **— hot **!

Inside the entire house was pitch black. "Don't you have any candles?" she asked as she set down the lit lantern and
worked to light the second. She stood in their eerie glow.

"Yeah."
'Yeah? So what has he been doing? Just sitting in the dark?' she thought shaking her head. "Have you had anything to
eat?"

He slouched down across a lazy boy chair, legs stretched out. Bad enough his parents had sent a babysitter, they had to
send a hot blonde and she was treating him like he was still **. "Yeah."

Rachel glared at him. He wore long basketball shorts and an oversized sleeveless t-shirt emblazoned with a graphic
she figured came from some metal band. "I've got Jenga if you want a play..." she suggested, all but daring him to say
yeah a third time.

He shrugged disinterested.

'Ughhh, this night was going to be the longest ever!' And worse the summer heat hung stiflingly and still in the air. She
was sweating as much indoors as outside, more even, and no AC. Rachel paced around, looking for some relief. The
windows were already all open wide and they couldn't run a fan. Of course the answer was just outside in the backyard
but the only swimsuit she had was never intended for a middle school **d.

Screw it! She was not going to spend the whole night sweating like a pig trying to make conversation with the one-word
wonder over there. "C'mon, we're going to go swimming — and don't say we can't 'cause there's no lights, we've got our
own."

"Actually, the pool lights are on a battery system."

"Well, good," and Rachel handed him one of the lanterns. "Get changed, then."

After a slight hesitation, he simply pulled his t-shirt off over his head, leaving him in his shorts... and apparently his
swimsuit.

"Tshh," she snorted, shaking her head again. "Fine. I'll change and met you out there."

He sat at the pool's edge, his feet dipped into the water at the shallow end, resting on the steps that led into the pool.
With the power out all across the neighborhood, it was eerily dark with only the underwater lights that glowed softly,
casting even deeper shadows in the surrounding bushes, trees and pool loungers. In the absolute quiet, the gentle,
rhythmic lapping of the water magnified. It had the feel of being other worldly where all the senses were suddenly
heightened.

The water was shockingly chill for all the hanging heat in the air that turned the whole neighborhood into a sauna,
causing sweat to bead across his forehead and chest. Or maybe it was the fantasy he was spinning in his mind about
Rachel in a swimsuit.

His head turned at the sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing, the shadowy figure in the ball of lantern light
moved across the patio. As Rachel got closer, he could finally make out the details of her face and —

Christ Almighty! His eyes popped and then suddenly he was hissing in a breath through clenched teeth at the immediate
rush of an erection. His little fantasy a moment ago was blown away by reality. Strippers wore more than what that micro
bikini covered up!

Even in the weak glow of light, the sunny itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow bikini against the perfect tan made her look as if
she stepped off a California beach. And when she reached up to pull out the band that held the pony tail and shook out
her honey blonde hair around her shoulders, it was like an episode of Baywatch with her running down the shore in
slow-motion, her high, rounded breasts bouncing....

And she'd bounce right out of that top unless it was painted on... and he wasn't so sure it wasn't, the string-straps and
slivers of yellow lycra, that could only -just- be covering her nipples, molded faithfully to those too perfect melons, defying
gravity and spilling out on all sides.

His eyes raked down to her tapered waist and the navel piercing glinting in that smooth flat belly that dipped down to the
barest scrap of a thong that left him throbbing at the thought if she was completely shaved. She turned to drop her towel,
treating him to the fantastic view of her ass - that round, juicy bubble - split up the middle by the yellow thong that flared
into a little triangle before wrapping around her boody-licious hips. When she bent over to set the lantern down, throughher legs he could glimpse the curve of her pussy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he quickly moved to sit down onto the first step, the chill water swirling around him, but it did
little to cool him, especially as she walked over to the deep end, her ass cheeks rolling then flexing. He shifted
uncomfortably, his fingers itching to reach out and grab her, squeeze her, and....

Rachel dove in with a loud splash, arching smoothly back to the surface, she emerged with a squeal. "Ooh! It's cold!"
And the proof of it was in the marble hard tits as she treaded a moment, clearly loving the relief from the sweltering heat.
"You just going to sit there?"

When he didn't answer, she just shook her head and turned away. She dove down, up ending her ass, two smooth
mounds breaking the water, glistening in the wavering light momentarily before disappearing. She swam over to the far
side. Coming up for a breath, she sunk back down and pushed off the wall.

Gliding silently through the wavy, eerie lit water, her arms speared forward and spread wide as her legs drew up and
kicked out with every stroke. Her golden hair streamed down her back. He rubbed himself through his shorts.

She didn't emerge until she reached the shallow end, wiping the water from her eyes. When she turned toward him, his
eyes riveted downward. Some where along the way the left strap was pulled out of place and one rosy nipple stood out,
proudly erect. He was vaguely aware she was talking to him but through the pounding of his blood in his ears, he didn't
hear a word.

Realizing that he was staring holes at her, Rachel looked down. Laughing she hooked a thumb under the strap and
secured it back in place. "First one you've ever seen?" she smirked. That was when she realized how tensely he was
leaning forward. "Oh my God, you have a boner, don't you?" She laughed again, "You do!"
u*********sly she ran the tip of her tongue across her wet lips as she considered how to handle this. She grinned

wickedly. "You want to see them again?"

"Yeah."

"You first," she shot back. "You want to see mine, show me yours. Whip it out," she dared.

His cheeks stung partly out of embarrassment, but mostly because she treated him like a k**. Fine, he'd show her.
Standing up and shedding his shorts in one motion, water fell off him in riverlets. Her delicate eyebrows rose and she
tried to hide her surprise.

"Well?" he prodded.

With a half grin, Rachel reached around her back, letting her breasts thrust forward, and pulled the strings loose, but
when she reached up around her neck she sunk down into the water up to her chin. She pulled the top free that looked
more like spaghetti and tossed it to the poolside. Smiling like the tease she was, she made him wait a moment longer
before she leaned back and the water parted for the tight nipples and generously curved breasts, magnificent in their
glory, water beads rolling down and in-between.

Rachel liked the way his eyes were all over her like hands and she couldn't resist egging him a little more. "You like that,
don't you?" She swirled around lifting her ass up and pulling her thong over her rump. "How do you like this?"

There was a sudden rush of water and before she knew it, he grabbed her by the hips and she gasped at the blunt tip of
his dick between her cheeks. She should have been shocked, she should have been outraged, but instead she was
rubbing on his cock, her lips parting on the delicious sensations.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, pressing in just slightly.

"Oooh, mmmm," was all she could say, anything else was lost in a cry as his cock rammed up her ass. She moaned at
the unbelievable way he stretched her.

He moaned at the way she squeezed all around him and he reached up, taking great handfuls of her breasts, he
kneaded her, rubbing on her hard tits. Then gripping the slippery globes, he pulled, drawing her almost off his cock, then
pushing, slapping her back to him. She squealed. Repeating this again, they soon slipped more easily, wetly on each
other. He pumped her, quickening the pace, loving the way her sweet ass slapped against him each time he seatedhimself in her, but it didn't seem to matter how many times he did, it wasn't enough, he wanted more. His cock throbbed
with it and he rammed faster needing to get deeper, harder, driving faster and faster to the conclusion he craved, yet
never wanting to lose the feel of her ass.

Suddenly she was quaking around his rock-hard cock and her juices spilling out into the pool. Shouting in a swell of
triumph, he slammed in as far as he could, as hard as he could, shooting his cum deep into her.

By the time she slipped from him, they were still panting. Rachel looked at him, eyes round with newfound respect. "I
guess you're more a doer than a talker."

He cocked a grin.

At the folded towel, Rachel's cell phone rang. Turning her head, she swam over to the pool's edge. She hefted herself up
in a rush of water to her waist and leaned forward, leaving her ass hanging over the edge, she located her phone. The
caller id read the Carmichaels.

Just as she picked up the incoming call, she felt the incoming finger to her pussy. Slapping a hand over the mic, she
glared back over her shoulder. "It's your mother!" she hissed.

Behind her, he withdrew his finger and then, unrepentant, he shoved it in again. She sucked in a breath, her cheeks
pinking up. Over the phone, she heard Mrs. Carmichael's voice, growing concerned.

Trying desperately to keep her voice steady. "Yes, Mrs. Carmichael, I'm here. Everything's finnnee...." Mrs. Carmichael's
'little angel' stroked her once more. ".... uh-huh.... mmmhmmm.... just a minute, okay?"

She covered the mic again. "Your parents are going to stay in the city. They want to know if I can spend the night."

He grinned broadly and slid two fingers in. "Can you?"

"Oooooh, I think I could be persuaded," she sighed and rocked her hips against him, her juices flowing over him. "Mrs.

Carmichael? Yyeeessss, I can stay.... Yes—! I'm sure.... Oh—!" she gasped as he inserted a third finger. "Ah, nothing! I... I
almost bumped into a chair.... uh-huh... I'll be care, don't worry... yeeesss, I will.... bye."

With shaking hands, Rachel quickly disconnected the call.

"Do you want me to stop?" he taunted.

Her eyes gleamed wickedly, "No, I have to call my mother."

By the time she informed her mother of the change of plans, she was braced on her elbows rocking repeatedly on his
fingers. "Ohh, yeah— he's being good! ....really good, actually.... aahh-huh.... okay.... yeeaah... alright, bye!"

Rachel tossed the phone back on the towel and gave up any attempt at holding back. "Oh yeah! Mmmmm.... one more!
.....put in the fourth!"

"Afourth?" he repeated.

"Yeesss!"

"What do I get if I do?"

She glared back at him, anger flared briefly that he might deny her but quickly reconsidered; she was hardly without
persuasion of her own. "I have.... a friend...." Then dropping her head down she arched her back and gyrated her hips.

He cocked an eyebrow, momentarily mesmerized by the motion and flexing of her ass cheeks yet he continued to
stroked her unhurriedly. "Oh yeah?" He leaned over and gently sank his teeth in that sweet rump.

"Yeah!" she moaned. "If you make me cum, I'll have her come over.... IF you make me cum hard."

"For that, she better be special.""She is.... she's ahhh virgin."

Agrin split his face and with the thumb of his other hand, he found her clit and at last adding the fourth, he gave it to her
just how she wanted it.

Chapter 2: Fresh Cherry

Guided by a flashlight, Ashley came around the side of the house to the backyard and the pool. She was a year younger
than Rachel with jet black hair and blue eyes. She wasn't quite as toned as her friend being a couple pounds heavier -
which only meant that she filled out her Daisy Duke cut-off jean shorts all the more nicely. She was just a touch smaller
in the breasts and without at bra, the summer heat had her white tank top clinging to them. They might not have been
quite as round as Rachel's but they had a up tilt to them as if her nipples reached up for attention.

Rachel emerged out of the pool like Aphrodite rising in all her naked glory. Ashley stared hard at her, not because she
never saw her friend naked before but she knew whose house this was. What was her friend doing skinny dippy with a
boy she was babysitting? And why was it so important that she -had- to come over?

"Rachel?!" Ashley accused. "WHAT are you doing?"

Rachel just laughed and took her friend by the arm. "Relax, will you? Our lake party is now a pool party. You know how
you wanted to pop your cherry...?"

It was true, Ashley was a good girl but as the summer wore on she felt more and more like a cat in heat. She tossed and
turned all night and was horny all day. Friends told her to frig herself but she was too embarrassed. She tried so hard to
be a good and she didn't think she could stand it one day more!

"You said if you didn't get a cock soon, you'd go crazy. Well..." Rachel hinted slyly.

Both girls' heads turned at the sound of the teen rising out of the pool in sheets of dripping water and Ashley's
expression went from skepticism to surprise to curiosity to anticipation. Her thighs pressed together against the sudden
and instant throbbing ache there.

Rachel led her to the beach towels they laid out by the lounger chairs. The blonde stretched out on her stomach,
propping her chin on her hand. Ashley glared at her.

"What? I'm his babysitter, it's my job to watch him," Rachel smirked. "You're not planning on doing it fully clothed, are
you?"

Ashley blushed and she looked over at him, another rush of desire had her legs clenching again and suddenly she
didn't care who saw. She tried to make a sexy play of stripping out of her top and shorts but by the time she got down to
her lacy purple thong, she hurriedly pulled them off and tossed them aside. She sat on her towel and shaking slightly
she lay down.

Her crystal blue eyes watched him in eager nervousness walk over to her leaving wet footprints that quickly dried in the
summer heat. Kneeling next to her, he dripped on her, the chill droplets caused her hot skin to quiver everywhere they
fell. Ashley bit her lip.

With hands on either side of her head, he leaned down and coaxed her lip free. His teeth gently closed on it and she
gasped. Her hands were in his wet hair and she pulled him down, their mouths merging, his tongue stroked hers until
she moaned.

He lowered his chest on hers, her marble-hard tits digging at him as her breasts flattened against him. He rubbed on
her, reveling in her tits scr****g on him. And so did she as she clutched at his shoulder, twisting beneath him as if she
couldn't get enough.

His cock was fully erect now and he pressed it to her hip as he stretched out beside her. She moaned in his mouth and
rubbed her hip on him. He thrust his tongue deep, fucking her mouth. It enflamed her and she twisted again and rocked
her hips repeatedly. His leg came over hers, insisting entrance. For a several rapid heartbeats, she was torn between
virginal modesty and raging need, her legs clamping closed, but need won out and she opened.

He seated himself between her thighs and Ashley tore her mouth from his at the first feel of his hardness at her
softness. She had imagined this a thousand times but the reality blew her mind. Her flesh melted and he sank in an
inch. While she was gasping, he reared up on his arms and she could looked down the length of her body, past her
hard-tipped breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, past her trembling flat belly to where he lay boldly
between her legs. She could -feel- him -in- her, the sensation more intense than the hottest wet dream she ever had.

His abs flexed and he pushed in another inch. He saw her crystal blue eyes widened in awe and wonder at being
penetrated for the first time. God! She was so tight! Dragging back, he plowed a little further, then in one more surge, he
was all the way in, a deep growl was dragged out of his throat, it was like being squeezed into a hot, wet glove that was
one size too small. He exalted in the possession and he wanted to pin her down and pile-drive into her until he
exploded.

Through slitted eyes, he saw her flushed, biting her fist. She was so TIGHT! He dropped his head and took one of her
ripe red nipples in his mouth and sucked her. He licked and rolled her tit and she lifted up. Rocking his hips, he rubbed
his cock in her. She squirmed. He switched to the other nipple, rocking her again and again. When he looked up this
time, she was still flushed but she gave him the sweetest smile he'd ever seen in his life.

When he thrust this time, Ashley drew her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, lifting to him so he could drive
deeper. He gave her a smile of his own, male and a little predatory. With one hand he reached down and gripped her ass
firmly, plunging with greater and greater force. Her head dropped back lolling back and forth, twisting under him. She
started to buck in a growing fever. Pinning her with his body, he jammed home.

The look of her innocent face while being fucked so hard made him want to cum but the cry he heard next wasn't
Ashley's. Turning his head, he saw Rachel, her hand, between her legs, pumping fast.

"Ha!" he shouted, his whole body throbbed. Gripping her hard, he reared back and starting slamming in, feeling her
clench around him, coming apart beneath him, and he burst, jetting his cum into her. All three collapsed in sweaty
exhausted ecstasy.

He rolled off Ashley and lay beside her. Moments later he felt Rachel next to him and he turned to her and their mouths
met in a long, slow orgy. Ashley snuggled up behind him, her cheek on his shoulder and pressing her breasts to his
back. For the next hour, they lazily stroked and explored with hands, fingers, mouths and tongues when finally it became
bolder, insistent, demanding.

Rachel grinned with a naughty glint in her eye as his cock stiffened once more. "I have an idea!"

He sat in the lounge chair, his legs stretched out before him. At the foot of the chair, Ashley spread his legs
mischievously. Kneeling between them, she crawled up toward him, her breasts hanging provocatively. She lay down
between his legs, carefully taking him in hand, her tongue snaked out and she licked the underside of his cock up to its
head. Just as she crested over the top, she took him into the moist dark heat of her mouth.

His head dropped back in pure ecstasy as his hands clenched on the chair's arms. Watching approvingly, Rachel came
along side and ran a hand down the curve of Ashley's back and the rise of her ass. Then she straddled over Ashley, her
own lovely backside facing toward him. Glancing back just to make sure his eyes were on her, she deliberately bent over.
She brushed her breasts down Ashley's back and rubbed her full globes over the little rounded posterior.

Ashley gave a muffled laugh around his cock while she stroked him with her tongue. His breath hissed in between the
sizzlingly hot mouth on his cock and the sight of Rachel's lusciously round ass before him, legs spread so he could see
just how wet she already was.

Below, Rachel's hands rubbed Ashley's ass cheeks, massaged them and then parting them so she could dip her head
down. Ashudder went immediately up Ashley's spine and she squealed and sucked even harder. His hips lifted slightly
pushing in her mouth a little further. His hands left the chair arms and smoothed over Rachel's sweet ass cheeks, lifting
her by the hips, he bit at her juicy butt. Then he licked her from glistening pussy to ass, feeling her quiver in delight. The
Ashley was also whimpering and he laughed, suddenly realizing he could send any pace or intensity through their chain
back to himself.

He set to work as he licked her ass again, pushing in that tight hole, stroking a few times before traveling down to her
pussy, there he gave her a little twirl and soon she was rocking her hips at him, pleading for more. Ashley squirmed
between his legs and began working him more insistently, her tongue swirled around the base of his cock head,
shooting streamers of pure fire through his body.

With both hands, he parted her pussy lips so he could capture Rachel's clit between both thumbs and rubbed until she
shuddered and creamy fluid seeped from her to his waiting tongue. He tongue-fucked her for another rush of juices and
both girls were moaning. Ashley's head bobbed up and down on him, sucking furiously. He joined her sucking on
Rachel's clit until she spasmed and Ashley squirmed and he was thrusting his hips. Round and round they drove each
other when he at last came in Ashley's mouth and the girls cried out spilling their own juices. For moments afterwards,
like contented cats they lapped up their prizes.

Chapter 3: Let the Games Begin

He stood at the pool's edge suddenly finding himself the resident Hugh Hefner with his very own batch of bunnies. Soon
after Rachel and Ashley had finished making their calls, his backyard was filled with girls of all types who had shed their
inhibitions about as quickly as they shed clothes. They laughed and giggled as they swam around each other like playful
otters.

And he dove straight in, emerging among the bevy. "Tag, I'm it!"

The girls squealed and shrieked as he chased after them, catching each, one by one. For his prize, he licked and
nibbled and sucked their tits. Like the famed 31 Flavors, there was a whole rainbow of reds and pinks and beige and
mochas; pretty petites to heavy D's and everything in-between.

Just as he was thinking about upping the ante, Rachel called out, "Never mind those sluts—"

"Bitch!"

Rachel ignored the comment. "I've got what you really want." Standing next to her were the twins, Holly and Molly. The
leggy sisters wore red running shorts and clean white t-shirts, neatly tucked in. It didn't look as if either one of them wore
a bra even though both were big enough to be just a bit top heavy.

He grinned broadly. "You know, you are way too dry for a pool party."

Taking his hint, the girls in the pool laughed and sent waves of water splashing over the new arrivals until their t-shirts
turned as transparent as a second skin. Indeed they were bra-less with wide areoles and thick tits.

It didn't take much urging to get him to leave the pool to return to the lounge chairs. Holly stood before him while her twin
watched from the foot of the lounger. He drew the soaked t-shirt from the shorts waistband and slowly peeled it up. Holly
lifted her arms obligingly and he pulled it up until her chin and mouth emerged and he stopped. She was effectively
blindfolded with her arms trapped over her head.

Grinning, he smoothed his hands down her arms all the way to her full rounded breasts but stopped short of the
crowning nipples. Instead he captured her tits between two fingers and rubbed the tips with his thumbs. Her lips parted
on a loud moan.

He teased her a few moments longer before continuing downward, inserting fingers into the short's waistband and had
them down around her ankles. She wore what he first thought was a red strapped, flesh colored thong but then
discovered it wasn't flesh colored, it was just a -string- thong on a hairless pussy. What he thought was stripe down the
center was a strap that ran between her pussy lips in a frontal wedgie.

Experimentally he slipped a finger under that center strap and gave it a little tug. Holly sighed loudly. He cocked a grin.
Bending he took a tit gently between his teeth and flicked it with is tongue. He tugged on the strap and tugged on the tit in
rapid succession until he had her trembling. He finally abandoned the strap following it down, slipping into the folds,
circling her clit with a finger and her tit with tongue. Then he sucked her tit like she wished he would her clit!

Releasing her tit with a wet pop, he fingered the entrance of her pussy hole. "How much do you want it?"

"Ahhh!" she cried, "B-bad.... I want it bad!"

He fucked her, lifting her onto her toes, but then pulled out leaving her throbbing and wanting. He ripped away the thong
and pulled her full length against him as he took her mouth. With her arms still trapped she could only writhe and
undulate her tits and ass against him. Giving that ass a hard squeeze, he pulled the shirt away as he stepped back.

"How do you want it?"

Molly answered for her sister, "She likes it in the ass.

"And Holly dropped to all fours before him. He knelt behind her, taking her hip in one hand and his cock in the other, he
rubbed her, he rubbed her clit and she jerked. In a quick pull, he nailed her, hammering until she spilled her wetness all
over him. Well lubricated, he slipped easily from her and repositioned at her ass. She squirmed in anticipation.

He gave her a sharp jiggly slap, saying, "Back that ass up."

His hands fell to his side and watched while she pushed herself on him, swallowing him up, making him feel ten feet
tall. She dropped her head down so she could rub her achy tits on the terry cloth towel as she threw herself on his cock
repeatedly, faster and harder.

Suddenly his view was blocked as Molly was tired of being ignored. She stood over her sister, naked except for her
stilettos, and presented herself to him. "I like it in the pussy," she told him.

She had the gluts of a runner and he gripped her firm ass and jammed his tongue straight in and she sagged against
him. He matched Holly's rhythm, fucking Molly the same as her sister fucked him. Only Holly began clenching, shaking,
and she climaxed. As she slipped from him, he was mildly disappointed since he wasn't close to cumming. But only
mildly because it was a problem easily solved. He pulled Molly straight down without even missing a beat, he was cockfucking her. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder as she threw herself back, her breasts bouncing crazily.

When he suddenly pulled her off she stared wildly at him. Pulling on her hair, he whispered in her ear. She smiled hotly
at him.

Holly rolled over on her back on the beach towel and Molly straddled her sister's hips. Interlacing her fingers with hers,
Molly held their hands above Holly's head. She lowered her breasts to meet the identical twins of her sister. They kissed,
simple, sweet and then they opened their mouths to each other.

The teen drew up Holly's knees and spread them wider. Deliberately he entered the bottom twin causing her to moan
into her sister's mouth. Then he changed positions slightly and with his hands on her ass entered the top twin. In a wild
fantasy come to life, he alternated from one sister to the other while they made out madly.

It was like a euphoric high that made his head spin but eventually he had to choose. With his left hand, he reached down
and tormented Holly's clit while he focused on Molly, pumping her until she leaked juices that dripped down to his hand.

Movement out of the corner of his eyes, distracted him. Rachel was kneeling at the foot of the lounger. She had Ashley on
her back, legs spread, and she was eating out her pussy. The sight of her ripe and perfect ass would, he supposed,
always make him want to fuck her. His right hand left Molly's hip and was between Rachel's legs. She was so wet that
his four fingers slipped easily in right up to his knuckles.

Rachel tore her mouth from Ashley at the intrusion of the fist pushing in. For a panicked moment, it felt like it was too
much, stretching her to some breaking point, but then her body melted and she took him, an exquisite pleasure she had
never felt before rained down over her. She rubbed her breasts on the lounger cushion. She raked Ashley's ass. Unable
to contain this newfound ecstasy, Rachel needed to pass it on and she plunged back into that soaked pussy.

Ashley suddenly arched off the lounger crying out loudly, disrupting the two girls who had been sucking her tits.
Irrevocably deciding that it was way better being bad than good, Ashley reached out both hands to the girls on either side
of her. Between their legs, she spurred them on to great efforts. With cries of delight, their mouths returned to their
nipples.

Rachel's tongue rammed the aching pussy with the force of the fist pounding her. Caught in a primal fever, he fucked
Rachel, he fucked Molly slamming her harder and harder, rocking her on her sister.

No one knew who came first, only that that it set off a chain reaction that had them all go up like fireworks.

Chapter 4: See Amy, See Amy Do It

In the early hours before dawn, the house had finally quieted as the spent inhabitants slept. The furniture in the living
room had been replaced to their original location after being cleared away for a kind of game of Blind Man's Bluff in the
dark.

Alittle groggy, he stepped out from the bathroom, but a little movement just beyond the circle of lantern light brought him
wide awake. He turned away from the movement and padded barefoot down the hall back to his room. As he got to the
door, he whipped around and caught the intruder, pinning the struggling figure to his side.

When he brought the lantern around in his other hand, he saw that she was a slight girl, weighing next to nothing in his
arms.

"Lemme go!" she squeaked.

He'd seen a lot of new faces tonight but hers wasn't familiar, then he suddenly placed her... big brown eyes always
peeking from a distance, the pool's edge, behind some furniture.

"You're spying," he accused as he set her on her feet, but kept held of one arm so she couldn't scamper away.

"Am not!" she protested but even in the semi-dark, he could see her blush.

He softened towards her, "What were you trying to see... a dick or fucking?" When she didn't answer, he said, "Well, you
can see a dick right now." For he hadn't been dressed since he lost his shorts back at the pool.

Her big eyes drifted down and her mouth formed a little O. He chuckled and added, his voice dropping low. "Would you
like to see... the other?"

She gasped and looked away embarrassed. She pressed her lips together, she wouldn't turn toward him, but her eyes
peered up out of the corners, giving the tiniest of nods.

He smiled gently at her and took her by the hand, he led her to his parents' room. There, in the spacious bedroom, the
wide closet sliding doors were also full length mirrors. He placed the lantern on the floor, when he turned back he found
Amy staring at her reflection in the soft darkness. She wore a thin cotton halter top and bikini panties with Hello Kitty
appropriately decorating her own pussy.

Tugging on her hand, they both sat down next to each other. He stretched his legs out in front of him. Then he lifted her
onto his lap. She gave a little gasped as she sat on his semi-erect cock, but it wasn't going to stay semi- if she kept
wriggling.

He put an arm around her waist to steady her and dropped a kiss on her narrow shoulder. When his hand went to the
hem of her halter, she clutched at his hand. Teased too often about her boy-breasts, she was now embarrassed to have
them revealed. So instead he smoothed his hand up over the halter, palming her. Her slight curve snuggled perfectly to
his palm, her little tits responded to his rubbing. His growing erection dispelling any question of her desirability.

His other hand drifted down and stroked Hello Kitty, her dampness grew. Sliding his thumbs under the elastic
waistband, he quickly had the panties down to her ankles and then off. Amy squirmed at the hot insistence of the
erection she now sat on. Taking advantage of her preoccupation, he hooked her ankles to the outside of his so that when
he drew his knees up, her legs had part for his. And he spread his legs apart, hers opened wide.

In the mirror was the extraordinary sight of his cock snugly sandwiched between plump fold of her pussy. Amy was
fascinated, unable to tear her big eyes away and grew even rounder as he stroked her. Soon he glistened with her
wetness.

With his arm around her waist he lifted her until he was poised at her slit. Her lips parted breathlessly just as she partedto take his cock-head inside, but only pulled out and back in, like a c***d with a lollipop. Then he was pushing deep and
she watched him disappear in inch by inch until she swallowed the whole of him, stretched around his thickness.

He hissed in a sharp breath as she clenched around him in reaction and a little shiver shuddered up her spine. For a
moment he thought she was going to cum right there and then. She squirmed and rotated her hips experimentally.
Liking it, she did it again. With a whisper of a smile, the muscles of her thighs and ass gathered to rise up his cock,
amazed at the sight of him pulling out, slick and hard, and then lowering back down. Her mouth opened as if in imitation
of taking his cock inside. Amy gave a breathy laugh and rose and fell once more, a little longer this time.

A feral laugh of his own came at her obvious delight and he let her curiosity lead her. Both watched the image of him
sliding in and out. As her breathing increased so did her pace, she flushed pink with need. His arm tightened around her
and he instigated a grinding rhythm that had her whimpering, her hand latching onto his arm, tiny little nails biting into
him.

He laughed and with his free hand he braced himself behind him while he rose up on his heels so that he could thrust
powerful, launching her up only to come slapping back down. She cried out, startled. And with every thrust, she cried out
louder and louder, not caring who heard.

Even through the climbing fever she never took her eyes of their reflection, fucking, until she spasmed and came.
Though he lowered down, he still pounded into her until her eyes snapped opened and came a second time, her vision
blurring as his hot warm filling her.

By morning, any girl who arrived a virgin, didn't leave as one.

Chapter 5: The Bet

After the last of the girls left, Rachel stretched cat-like, as she raised her arms over her head, it seemed a miracle that
the beach towel wrapped around her bust didn't come undone.

"I need a shower," she announced. One glance at the teen standing in the door frame of the living room told her what he
was thinking. She smiled, not the least jealous of the attention the other girls got because no matter what else
happened, he still wanted her... wanted her first and wanted her last. Proof being the way he followed her up the stairs to
the bathroom door. She had to put out a hand to his chest to stop him.

"You know, you should be in bed, young man," she said in her best babysitter voice.

"I've already been to -bed-," he answered back.

She laughed. "Well, you can't come in. You can't keep your hands to yourself."

"Wanna bet?"

Her eyes quirked up, intrigued. "Oh yeah? And what would we play for? I think we know what you want, but what do I get?"
Rachel ran her the tip of her tongue across the perfect line of her teeth as she considered this. "If you can't keep from
touching me - or yourself - while I take a shower, you.... have to....." She gave a Cheshire Cat's grin. "You have to do a strip
tease in the girls locker room at your school.... to Shania Twain's 'I Feel Like a Woman'!"

She laughed at the thought of it, picturing it in her mind. "You still want to bet?"

Undaunted he replied immediately. "Yeah."

Light was returning with the early dawn but the bathroom didn't have any windows so they still needed a lantern. Rachel
set it on the counter and turned it down low, give the little room an intimate glow, soft shadows, the chrome fixtures
glinting dully.

While he leaned against the closed door, she pulled back the curtain and turned on the faucet. With the power still out,
the only option was a cold shower but this time, it wasn't quite the relief the pool had been. In the early hours the
sweltering heat had cooled to a lingering warmth. She pulled the button that brought the spray down from the shower
head.

Giving him a teasing glance, Rachel let the towel drop from her playboy body. Judging from tent being pitched in his
boxers, she figured it she had this in the bag. She stepped into the tub and squealed, jerking back from the icy water.
"Ooohhh!" she cried and reached through the spray to turn the faucet down. She tried to rub warmth back into her arm,
but she wasn't about to give up.

Bending forward she turned her hair under water. The honey blonde hair that had dried into kinky waves instantly turned
smooth and slick once more. Rachel squirted shampoo into her palm and moving out of the spray she worked the gel
into as sudsy lather. She turned her backside to him while her manicured nails massaged the shampoo into her scalp,
slid down her hair to cascade down the lithe line of her back arrowing straight for the crevasse of her ass cheeks. She
shivered at the sudden chill. Those luscious curves rolled against the other as she shifted weight from one lovely leg to
the other.

She quickly rinsed and repeated the process with conditioner, her fingers slipping easily through the wet strands. She
arched her neck, tipping her head back while she worked the conditioner through her hair, turning slightly to give a side
glimpse of a breast. As she tilted her head under the spray to rinse, she shifted first one way and then another, her
breasts swaying slightly as she did.

Satisfied that she had cleaned her hair of the chlorine of the pool, she squeezed out the excess water, shivering as the
cold water went down her back. With her hands still holding her hair back, she turned toward the spray, leaning forwardshe cried out as the icy water splashed across her high rounded breasts both nipples puckering up tightly. Quickly she
doused her whole body under the water, wetting herself, but emerging trembling all over, her teeth even chattered a little.

Backing out of the spray, Rachel picked up the bar soap and lathered it up between her palms. She leaned against the
shower wall giving him a full frontal view, and slid her soapy hand up the long arch of her neck to her chin before coming
back down the slope of her shoulder. She traced her collarbone back to her chest and rubbed the bar soap in circles
then down between the valley of those glorious globes. She suds'd her hands again, cupping her tits, lifting them up for
inspection, giving them a little inviting jiggle before swallowing them with her hands covering them in wet lather. She
scrubbed them good, the bar in the left hand, rubbing and pressing the marble-nipple until it popped free.
"You know you want to..." Rachel teased, "want to suck 'em. They're so hard! They need it so bad!"

She could feel his eyes from across the room but he stayed glued to the door. So he was determined to fight it, was he?
Well, she was determined too! She rubbed the bar down her soft smooth belly, playing with her navel, circling her
diamond piercing with one long finger. White bubbles slid downward to her closely trimmed mound and slipping
between her legs.

Lathering her hands again, she spread them over her hips to her long firm thighs, rubbing them up and down, shifting
weight from one leg to the other restlessly. She slipped fingers between her inner thighs. She smiled at the growing
tingling, building anticipation. She moved up to cup herself, clamping her legs together, shifting and rubbing on her
hand.

"You're throbbing like me, aren't you?" she stated more than asked, her voice low and husky. "I'm wet for you... but if you're
not going to do it, I'll just have to do it myself.

Parting her legs, she pushed the bar soap between her pussy lips, stroking it slowly back and forth. Her mouth opened
as her breath quickened. She brought the hard soap to her slit and she rocked her hips on it, loving the sensations but
know that the increasing ache wouldn't be satisfied this way.

"Mmmm," she closed her eyes and rolled her head against the wall. She hissed as she brought the soap to her clit and
gyrated like a lap dancer. She moaned getting closer, but still he stayed across the room. Panting now, she turned
bracing one arm against the wall she arched her back, rubbing her tits on the cold tiles, her ass sticking out invitation.
With her free hand she smoothed over one cheek, giving it a squeeze. Then she reached down between her legs and
worked her clit until she thrashed, twisted and finally came in a clenching spasm.

When she calmed, she saw that he hadn't moved from his sentry, though every muscle in his body was tensed, his fists
clenched, white-knuckled, at his sides, and he had such a hard-on she suspected that all she had to do was blow lightly
on it to make him unload. But she had to concede that he had held out and what's more, as much as she enjoyed
masturbating and no matter how good the orgasm, all it ever did was make her hornier.

Rachel rinsed her in a quick frenzy and shut the water off. She stepped out, wet and freezing, beads rolling down every
inch of her goose-bumped flesh. "Well, you won," she admitted as she walked over to him so he could collect his prize.

Just a couple of steps away, he finally moved, catching her by the arm, he pulled and had her back against the door. His
eyes burned with his want yet he still did not touch her. Instead he reached out and extinguished the light, plunging them
into total darkness.

Rachel heard the rustle of fabric and knew he had removed his boxers. She waited with baited breath for his touch, his
hands, his mouth, on her mouth, her breasts, her pussy or maybe he'd pin her and take her without ceremony, just
naked, raw greed. Not knowing, not seeing made every nerve-ending vividly alert. But in the end, it was neither. His
hands gently took hers... and lifted them slowly up until they met and she clasped them over her head.

With only the barest brush of his fingertips, he ran them down her arms. She gasped in surprise never realizing how
sensitive was the inner upper arm or how erotic it was to have it stroked so lightly. She shivered.

He traced the outer curve of her breasts to stroke the bottom curve. Again she gasped. All the greedy boys of her
experience had gone immediately for main prizes that she had never know that this part of her could set all her senses
aflame. She gave a small moan savoring this new delight and tingling for his next move. Her nipples all but reached out
for it. Still they were denied.

His hands fell away and she murmured a protest. She felt his thumb along her lower lip, drawing across its fullness andthen pressing slightly, demanding that she open. She did, on a sigh, her tongue flicked at the thumb's pad. He pressed
in a little and she tasted him. Dipping her head she took him fully into her mouth. Gently sucking him, he stroked her
warm wet tongue.

By the time his thumb withdrew from her loving lips, a flush of heat had chased away the chill of the shower. In the dark,
his wet thumb drew a line down between her breasts to her navel. Suddenly his hot wet tongue was there, delving into
that little indent, sending ripples of shudders over the soft muscles of her stomach and an almost painful ache between
her legs.

As he continued to tongue her bellybutton, his hands held her right at the juncture where her legs met her hips. He
paused to lick away water droplets, play with her navel piercing and return again. His right hand dropped down to palm
the tender skin of her inner thigh, damp from more than the shower.

His fingers pushed into the plumb folds of her pussy and found them soaked and pulsing in time with her racing heart.
His thumb rubbed just at the entrance of her, drawing out more juice. His mouth opened on the smooth curve of flesh
just below the navel and felt the shudder through it as he inserted his thumb to the knuckle, the clenching of inner
muscles clinging to him and subtly rocking. He stroked out to rub that short stretch between her slit and anus.

Beneath his left hand a quiver went down her thigh and her knees weakened slightly. Muscles of her ass cheeks
tightened, flexing in a complicated ballet beneath his hands and mouth. She rotated her hips seeking out his thumb. He
pushed inside, stroking a few times, fanning the flames but never quite enough to quench them. Her moans turned to a
cry of protest as he pulled his hand away altogether.

His mouth left her belly as he stood up. Suddenly his thumb was at her lower lip again, her mouth needed
encouragement to open. This time she tasted herself, she sucked his thumb greedily, in her need to have him in her.
Somewhere in her lust-hazy mind she wondered when he learned such self-control.

A clicking sound caught both their attention and it was followed by a whoosh of air. It sounded like the AC.... but that
would mean.... He reached out a blind hand along the wall to find the light switch.

Both of them squeezed their eyes shut, seeing only red, at the blinding flood of florescent light. It was some time before
either could blink and clear their vision. They stared at each other for a moment as if they had never seen each other
before. Rachel cried out. With his left hand he raised her right leg up around his hip and he plunged in her with a single
thrust.

All self-control was gone and all the raging need held back came spilling out. He pounded her even as he lifted her other
leg around his waist. Both hands gripped her ass so he could grind her on his flaming hard cock.

She finally brought her hands down to grab at his shoulders, her nails biting into him. Soon she was clutching handfuls
of hair, pushing his head down to her breasts. He hitched her up and his mouth was on her breast, teeth and tongue on
her tit. She squirmed and twisted and pulled him closer. It was only his cockhead that was stroking her now and she
was wildly torn between wanting his at her breast or at her pussy.

He switched to her other breast, sucking her hard until she called, "More.... more.... fuck me all the way!" She hooked her
ankles together to pull him in and trap him there.

Obligingly he released her breast and let her drop back down, plunging up until he was fully seated inside her, hot,
sopping wet, and tight. He slammed her over and over, everything else falling away, only the all consuming fever
madness was left, caring for nothing except for more and more until they exploded.

"We're home," Mrs. Carmichael called out from the front door.

That was when Rachel spied a red lace thong wedged into the sofa's cushions. She snatched it up and hunted around
for her backpack, but it was by the front door. Thinking fast, she went straight over to him and shoved the undies down
his shorts. With a devilish grin, she gave him a quick rub before turning to greet his parents.

"Well, I hope he wasn't too hard on you," Mrs. Carmichael said.Glancing back at her son, "Oh, nothing I couldn't handle."

"I'm so grateful you could help us out like this, Rachel."

"My pleasure, ma'am," she said happily.

"I don't suppose you babysit anymore," Mrs. Carmichael asked, she had been thinking she would feel better knowing he
couldn't get into trouble while they were out.

"No I don't," Rachel said, "when school starts again, I plan to do some tutoring in English Lit."

"Really!" the older woman sounded thrilled. "You know, his grades could stand some improving. I'd love it if you could
give him some lessons."

She pretended to think about it. "I guess I could do that."

"You know he's very good, he just doesn't apply himself."

"With the right motivation, I'm sure he would," Rachel suggested innocently.

"Well, don't be afraid to be strict with him," Mrs. Carmichael told her as she walked her to the door.

"Don't worry, I can do that," Rachel smiled and said her good-byes.

Mrs. Carmichael looked back at her son who had his hands shoved into his pockets, looking the other way. To hide his
annoyance at her interference, she supposed. "You may not thank me now, but it's for your own good, so I don't want to
hear any argument from you."

And she didn't.

THE END