Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Mad Dog Literata <literata@cyberramp.net> Subject: STORY: Reunions Ann wore a shimmering blue lycra one-piece swimsuit that bared her midriff and lifted her breasts; her erect nipples were clearly outlined in the shiny material. She sat on the edge of the pool, dangling her long tanned legs in the water. Her black hair was cut short, in a page-boy style. It was a warm, moonlit night, a little after ten. When she saw me, she smiled. "Hello!" I had on a pair of white Speedo trunks; there was already a growing bulge in them. "Hello yourself," I said, walking into the water. "I see you decided not to go with your sisters." She kicked her legs lazily. "I thought I'd see what happens around here." Ann reached behind her and brought around a large crystal ashtray. "How long are you staying?" she asked. "I'm not sure," I told her. "It depends on when the meeting finishes; probably another two days or so." She took out a pack of Max 120's from her purse, took out a long white cigarette. "You see," Ann said, "I remember what you like." Ann gave me an ivory lighter and held the cigarette to her lips. I ignited the lighter and Ann leaned into it. I lit her cigarette; she inhaled deeply, her breasts rising, and expelled a thin stream of smoke. "I love this brand," she said. "Very sexy, very elegant." She looked up. "Have you ever thought about me?" she asked, smiling. "A lot." She took another long, luxurious drag on her cigarette. "Me too." Ann carefully put her cigarette down, then slid into the warm water. "We have the place to ourselves," she said, her eyes staring widely into mine, an impish grin on her face. "Here," she said, handing me a cigarette. She lit it for me, then leaned back against the side of the pool. Ann closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked up at me. We set our cigarettes down; I moved my body over hers, felt her warm, heavy breasts -- felt the familiar stirring in her hips. Her eyes were open wide as a doe's, and as she parted her moist, full lips, I leaned down and kissed her. Ann responded hungrily. She brought her left hand to my neck and pulled me in to her kiss, her tongue parrying with mine. Her right hand slid down my back and cupped my ass. My hard-on grew, and I pushed slightly with it against her pubis. Ann moaned lightly. "Oh, yes..." She opened her mouth even wider, and her tongue slid like a serpent into my mouth. She had a warm, sweet taste. I pulled away softly and put my hands on her shoulders. Ann's breasts were like melons; her erect nipples were clearly outlined in the sheer material. Lifting the straps of her suit, I slowly peeled it off of her, and Ann obliged by resting her arms on the poolside and raising her legs. The flimsy suit came off easily. I placed it on a lounge chair. Ann picked up her cigarette and took a long drag on it, then crushed it out in the ashtray. "Now," she said, smiling, "it's your turn." She slid her hands down to my trunks and peeled them off. My throbbing cock arched out, aimed at her midriff. Her fingers slid beneath the surface and cupped my balls, then took my penis in her hand and felt its weight and stiffness. There was a look of anticipation on her face. I cupped her left breast in my palms, felt its hot, heavy weight in my fingers. Kneeling, I teased the nipple with my tongue, felt it grow even tauter. Ann's fingers slid into my hair and tried to bring me closer, but I resisted playfully. She made a mewling sound. "Suck it, darling," she purred. "Bite it like you used to." My lips encircled her aureole and I sucked it gently; Ann mewed again. "Harder, darling," she begged. "Bite down on it!" My teeth closed slowly around the nipple and pulled it, sending Ann into a paroxysmic frenzy. Her hand went to her right breast, cupping it at first, then pinching the nipple and pulling it. "God, yes!" she cried out. The look in her eyes was ecstatic and she smiled almost beatifically at me. "Fuck me, please," she whispered demurely. "Come inside me!" She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she wrapped her legs around me. I entered her easily, sliding into her vagina as smooth as silk. She gasped loudly, and I pushed her up against the wall of the pool. Her breasts squeezed against my chest, and there was a look of surprise on her face. "Yes, oh God yes," Ann moaned. My thrusts were slow and languorous; the fit was just as I'd remembered it. Ann's pubic muscles contracted smoothly; it felt like a steel ring covered with velvet. Her mouth opened into a wide O, and I covered it with my own, felt her hot breath mingle with mine, felt her heartbeat racing behind those perfect breasts squeezing against my chest, felt her tongue fighting mine for entrance into my mouth. Ann tried to quicken the pace by thrusting her pelvis, but I resisted by bearing down and pushing her even harder against the wall. Her legs tightened around my torso, ankles crossed behind my back. Ann pulled away from the kiss, panting. "God, I'm coming," she cried. "Don't stop, darling!" Her hands went down to my ass and pulled me in even deeper. My own orgasm was beginning to build to its crescendo; my cock had a life of its own, burrowing into her like a serpent. "God, I can't stop coming," Ann said, half-begging. Her hands fluttered, running over her breasts then sliding down my body. She began to buck wildly. When my own release could not be held back, I pushed deeper into her than I had ever gone and held there; I came violently, as did Ann -- we both grunted and threw our arms around each other, holding on as our bodies jerked involuntarily. When it was complete, Ann unlocked her legs and slid down into the water, a half-smile on her lips. "God, that was fantastic!" she said. "Absolutely magnificient!" She pulled up on the side and lit a cigarette. In the moonlight, Ann looked incredible, her breasts floating on the surface, her hair glistening. * * * The next evening, we drove up to San Cristabel, where there was a nice, elegant seafood restaurant. Ann wore a long, black velvet evening gown; her decolletagS was amply displayed. To complete her outfit, she had on a pair of black silk stockings, black patent- leather opera pumps with metallic stiletto spikes, and a simple strand of pearls. Her long, lavender fingernails matched the color of her full, luscious lips, and her hair was done up in an elegant bun. Before leaving for San Cristabel, I had given her several presents. "What are they?" Ann asked, shaking the boxes. "Go ahead and open them," I said. The first box contained a Calibri cigarette case, silver with inlaid ebony. "I love it!" she exclaimed. She opened it and filled it with Max 120s cigarettes. "Very nice." I handed her the second box. She unwrapped it and took out a matching lighter. The final box was long and thin. "I don't know if you'll feel comfortable using this," I told her. She looked up at me and smiled. "I'll be the judge of that." She opened it and took out an elegant, black cigarette holder. Her eyes lit up. "Where did you find it?" "A tobacco shop in Tampa," I said. "How do you like it?" "I've always wanted one," she said, "ever since I saw those old movies from the thirties." She held it up, admiring the gold filigree bands that sparkled in the light. "Of course I'll use it," she said, taking my hand. "Thank you very much." The waiter gave us a table in a secluded, sunken corner. The place was beautiful, filled with plants and bubbling, lit-up aquariums containing exotic fish. Ann took out her cigarette case and took out a cigarette. As she was fitting it into her cigarette holder, the waitress came up to get our order for drinks. "What would you like, darling?" I asked her. Ann leaned toward me across the table and put the cigarette holder to her lips. I lit it with my lighter, and she inhaled deeply, her breasts rising. "I'll have a martini," she said, blowing a thin stream of blue smoke toward the ceiling. "Make that two," I told the waitress, who was eyeing Ann. I reached over and took a cigarette from the case. "Got it," she said. "By the way, Miss, I really love your holder. It's really sexy." Before I could get my lighter out, the waitress took out one from her pocket and ignited it. I leaned into it and let her light my cigarette and nodded my thanks. Smiling, she said "I'll bring those drinks right away," and left. Ann took another long, luxurious drag on her holder. "I feel so...decadent," she said. "Very elegant." "Like she said, it's very sexy." Ann looked over and smiled. "How did you like last night?" "God, I loved it. We've never made love in the water." "Would you like to repeat the experience?" she said, grinning devilishly. I put my hand on her thigh and gave it a soft squeeze. "Do you even have to ask?" The waitress brought our drinks over and set them down. "Let me know when you're ready to order," she said. "A few more minutes," I told her. To Ann, I said, "What do you feel like having?" Ann looked over the menu. "I think," she pronounced, "that I will have the most expensive dish, whatever that is." "Good," I said, "then that means you get to pick up the check." After dinner, we ordered coffee, and Ann lit another cigarette. She proffered the open case to me, and I took one out and lit it. She held her cigarette holder across the table and I lit hers. "Do you think you feel up to a dance?" I asked, motioning over to the dance floor. "I'd love one," she said, taking a drag on her holder. She looked up, then back at me. "I think our waitress has her eye on you," she said, smiling. "Really? I think she's still admiring your cigarette holder." "Hmm, I don't know," Ann said. "I have an idea. I'll be right back." She rose and went over to the bar. I sat smoking for a few minutes, wondering what Ann was up to. Just as I was about to turn around and see for myself, Ann returned and sat down, looking quite satisfied. "Well?" I asked finally. "What happened?" "Take a look for yourself," Ann replied, handing me a folded napkin. I opened it; it read "Trish VanDerPool 699-3102 Call me!" I smiled. "Is this for me or for you?" Ann laughed. "You, silly! I told her you were my ex, and knew where to get a cigarette holder for her. She asked if you were available, and I told her yes." "Thanks," I said. "I never dreamed that my ex-wife would ever help to get dates for me." "Don't mention it," she said, "but I'll kill you if you call her before we're through." "Don't worry," I told her, putting the napkin in my pocket. "You're as much as I can handle right now." As we were talking, the waitress, Trish, came over. She smiled at me, then leaned down and whispered something to Ann. Ann smiled secretly and looked back at me. "Darling, will you excuse me? I need to go powder my nose." She rose and followed the waitress off to the ladies' room. What now? I wondered. Ann was gone for over fifteen minutes. I was getting a little concerned when she suddenly appeared around the corner. "Come on," she said. "You promised me a dance." She took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. I slipped my arm around her waist, drew her close, and took her hand. We started swaying to the soft music. I looked down at her; she had a mischievious smile on her lips. "Well, are you going to tell me what that was all about?" "I don't know," she said. "Shut up and hold me." We danced through that song and another two. Ann was becoming visibly excited, and occasionally pressed her pelvis against mine. I could feel my cock growing hard, and Ann would slide across it, pressing against it. "I think I've made up my mind," she said idly, almost to herself. "About what?" "Trish asked me how I felt about a...menage a trois." I looked back in amazement. "Good God," I said after a moment. "Did she really?" "She sure did," Ann nodded. "She finds you very, very sexy." "How do you feel about it?" "I don't know," Ann said. "It's actually sort of intriguing. And --" She looked up and smiled -- "I know your opinions on the subject, right?" "Well," I said, smiling, "I've always wondered..." "Me too." I looked over at the bar, saw Trish standing to the side, glancing at us occasionally. "Does she want you to give her an answer?" I asked. "No," Ann said. "She wants it from you." "What answer should I give her?" The song came to an end. "Give her," Ann said, grinning, "whatever answer you want. I'm too chicken to say yes, but I'll try it if you want to." I gently put my palm against her cheek. "Tell me what you really want, Ann," I said softly. Ann paused, then smiled brightly. "It's always been a deep, dark fantasy of mine," she said. "Tell her, yes -- please, yes!" We both laughed, then headed for our table. I sat Ann down, then leaned over and gave her a kiss. "I'll be back in a moment." I left Ann at the table, then went to the bar. As soon as she saw me, Trish came over. "Hi!" she said. "Hello," I replied. She was a very attractive woman, about 31, with long blonde hair and a voluptuous, hourglass figure. She had very intelligent eyes. They shone in the darkness like a cat's. "We have to be discreet," she said, "otherwise they'll fire me if they think I'm flirting with the customers." She paused. "Did your wife tell you what I suggested?" "My ex-wife," I corrected her. "And yes, she told me." "And?" "And," I continued, "we'd love to." Trish's eyes lit up. "When would you like to get together?" "Actually, what about tonight? What time do you get off?" "That depends," purred Trish, "on the two of you --" she smiled -- "but I finish work at ten." She thought for a moment. "How would you feel about coming over to my place? I'm staying at my parents' cottage. It's very, very secluded." "Sure," I said, "Tell you what -- we'll just follow you home after you get off -- that is, after you finish." "Great!" she said, beaming. "By the way, I'd still love to see you on your own sometime." "You got it," I said. Trish leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm really looking forward to this," she said. "Now I guess I better get back to work." She walked away, then looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled again. I walked back to the table. Ann held her cigarette holder in her right hand. She took a drag on it and smiled. "So?" "So," I said, sitting down, "it seems she has a private house on the water. We'll wait til ten, then follow her there." "Ooh," Ann said, shivering, "it's giving me goose bumps just thinking about it!" Her hand slipped beneath the table, felt the bulge in my crotch. "I know what it's giving you!" "Yes," I said, "a very painful hardon." * * * We left the restaurant as it began to close, and waited near the car for Trish to come out. She did, about ten minutes later, laughing gaily with her fellow workers. She spotted us in the parking lot and came over. "My car's over there," she said, pointing to a white Camaro in the corner. "I live about ten miles away, and I promise to drive real slow." Ann smiled. "Just be sure you don't lose us on these country roads." Trish laughed and put her hand on Ann's arm. "Don't worry, Ann," she said. "No chance." She went to her car, and we got into ours. I looked over at Ann. Her eyes sparkled in the light. "Are you okay with this?" I asked. "God, yes," she breathed. "I can't wait!" Trish took us over several winding roads, until at last we pulled into a hidden driveway. There didn't seem to be any other houses in the area; just hers, a large glass structure surrounded by trees. We could hear the ocean pounding not too far away. I pulled up behind Trish's car and turned the ignition off. She got out and came over to open our doors. "What do you think?" Ann and I got out, amazed at her parents' retreat. "It's like a mansion," Ann said. Trish took her by the arm and nodded. "They're well off. Come on in; I want to show you around." The three of us went inside. I looked around; the place was as nice on the inside as it was on the outside. "There's a pool in back," Trish said. Ann looked over at me and smiled. Trish saw the expression in Ann's face. "Would you two like to go for a swim?" "That," Ann purred, "would be nice." Trish went to the bar. "I've got some swimsuits in the guest bedroom. Why don't you two go get one while I mix us some martinis?" I went back to one of the bedrooms and rummaged through the dressers until I found a men's black thong bikini that would fit. I undressed quickly and put it on. I returned to the living room and found no sight of either woman, so I opened the glass door to the back yard and went outside. It was a warm night, and the sky was full of stars. The swimming pool was huge, olympic sized and well-lit. I slid into the water and swam two laps. I heard the sliding door open again. I stood up and saw Ann coming out. "Wow," I said, "you look...fantastic!" "Thank you," she said, setting her purse on the side of the pool. She had on a black neoprene one-piece suit, equipped with a wide white belt and a zipper that she had pulled down nearly to her navel. Her cleavage was magnificent. She sat down on the edge and let her legs dangle in the water. "Oh, that feels nice." I swam over to her and pulled myself up onto the ledge. "What do you think of our hostess?" "One thing you can say for her," Ann told me, "she's well- prepared. There must be two dozen different swimsuits in the guest bedroom. By the way, I love your selection!" I was going to respond, but I heard the glass door slide once again. We both looked back. Trish appeared, carrying a tray on which were a pitcher of martinis and three glasses. She wore an intricate red string bikini that left virtually nothing to the imagination. The bottom was merely a G-string, and the top was two palm-sized patches of lycra that merely supported her full, ample breasts. "You look lovely," Ann said, admiring the other woman. Trish set the tray down beside us and looked back at Ann. "So do you." She poured three drinks and handed glasses to me and Ann. Then she sat down between us and sipped her own glass. "Boy, do I make a good martini!" Ann dug into her purse, brought out her cigarette case. She held it out to Trish. "Would you like to try one?" she asked. "I'd love one," Trish said as she took a cigarette. "What brand do you smoke?" "Max 120s." Ann opened her lighter and ignited it. "I've never tried this brand before," Trish said. She held the cigarette to her lips as Ann lit it for her. Trish inhaled deeply, her breasts rising, and expelled twin streams of smoke from her nostrils. "I like these --" she paused. "Do you think I could try your cigarette holder, Ann?" "Sure," Ann said, smiling. Trish handed me her lit cigarette, then took the holder from Ann and put a new one in it. Ann lit her cigarette again. Trish took another luxurious drag. "I really love this holder," she said. "Do you really think you can get one for me?" she asked me. "Any color and length you want," I said. "Long and black, just like this one." As Ann was about to light her own cigarette, Trish turned to her and took the lighter from her hand. "Here, darling," she told Ann, "I'll do that." She held the lighter to Ann's cigarette, then flicked it off. Then she set it down on top of the cigarette case and put her hand on my bare thigh. "I don't know what it is," she said, "but seeing a beautiful woman smoking long, white cigarettes is -- God! -- such an incredible turn-on for me." Ann nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. Until they stopped making them, I used to smoke Sherman 164s." "I didn't know that cigarettes came that long," Trish said. "Oh, yes," Ann replied, "and oh, were they elegant! I remember one night, I decided to dress up in a 40's-style dress, with a black mesh-net hat and a gorgeous silver holder. I felt like a movie star, and the men in the room were so turned on it was funny!" Trish looked over at me. "Does that turn you on, thinking of your wife, sitting there by herself, smoking long white cigarettes in a silver holder?" "Oh, yes," I said, as I felt Trish's hand roiling lightly on my thigh. "Does it turn you on?" "I think you know the answer to that one," Trish said. She looked over at Ann. "Would you mind if I kissed him?" she asked. Ann laughed. "Go ahead, but save some for me." Trish turned back to me. "This is so exciting," she said, and I slipped my arm behind her, drew her close, and kissed her on the lips. Her breasts felt hot against my chest. As we kissed, Ann put her cigarette down and slid into the water. Trish pulled away playfully. "Ann's turn," she said laughing. I went down into the pool and before I knew it, Ann pressed her body against mine, pushing me up against the side of the pool, kissing me passionately. Her lips opened up like a flower, and her waist bore down on my throbbing cock. "Mmm," Ann said, "I needed that!" She looked up at Trish and extended her hand. "Come on in, Patricia!" Trish took her hand and joined us in the water. She came between us, and after a second's pause, Ann kissed her on the cheek. Trish smiled at her tenderly. "Let's try that again." She lovingly encircled Ann's waist with her arms and drew her close, and Ann haltingly allowed herself to come face to face with the other woman. Her hands slid almost involuntarily up Trish's back and as her lips opened to a small O, Trish kissed her on the mouth. Ann responded hungrily, and her hands slid between them, caressing Trish's warm, heavy breasts. Trish broke the embrace and smiled. "God, that was fantastic," she moaned. She looked at Ann, who was blush in her face. "I -- I've never done that before," she said. "But you've thought of doing it," Trish said, "haven't you?" Ann smiled. "I...guess so." "Come here," purred Trish. She slowly undid the belt on Ann's swimsuit and put her hand on Ann's chest. She drew the zipper down and assisted Ann in removing the skimpy outfit. Ann's breasts were full and very warm. "Your turn," Trish said. She moved closer, took Ann's hand in her own, and pressed it against her own chest. Ann's eyes grew wide, and her hand gently traced the form of Trish's breast. Her mouth parted slightly as her fingers undid the string ties, pulling the pieces off of Trish's body. When Trish finally stood completely nude, Ann embraced her again. Their breasts squeezed together, and their mouths met -- gently at first, but with an building crescendo of strength. Trish's hands slid down Ann's slim waist and caressed her buttocks. She moaned and dug her fingers lightly into Ann's ass. Ann arched her back and looked into Trish's eyes, panting, her eyes filled with desire. * * * Trish kicked back in the water and held out her hand to me. I took it and she pulled me in, her lips opened in an inviting O. We kissed again, and I felt her rock-hard nipples against my chest. As we embraced, Ann came over and slid her hand between us. She cupped the bulge in my thong and felt the warmth. "Here," she said, pushing me against the side of the pool. I sat back up out of the water, and she guided Trish's head down between my legs. She planted her lips on the bulge and ran her tongue up my shaft. "Mmm," Trish said, as Ann looked on approvingly. "Let's get you out of that." She peeled my thong bikini off, and my erect cock quivered, aimed right at her. She looked up at me and smiled, then approached my cock slowly. Her lips encircled the head and she took it into her throat. Her head slid back and forth on it, and my fingers dug into her hair, trying to increase her maddingly slow pace. Ann went behind her and cupped Trish's breasts in her hands, lifting them up and out, milking the nipples. Trish let out a peal of delight. Before I could come, Trish rose and went over to the tray. She picked up a jar of massage oil. I leaned back on my arms, and watched as she liberally coated my cock with the oil. She grabbed it and squeezed, and I nearly fainted, it felt so good. Trish pulled me back down into the water. "I'll need your help for this," she said over her shoulder to Ann. She turned around and presented her back to me. Ann went in front of her, and she threw her arms around Ann's neck. I tried to pivot her pelvis so that I could enter her vagina, but Trish turned her head to me. "No," she said. "Ann can take care of that." She paused. "I want you...in my ass," she purred. Ann smiled at me and steadied Trish. I slowly spread Trish's buttocks, coated my finger with massage oil, and slid it ever so easily into her anus. "Be gentle," Trish said. Then: "God, yes!" Her hands tightened around Ann's neck. I removed my finger and guided my cock into her ass. Trish let out an involuntary grunt. "That's...yes, that feels so good," she moaned. She looked up at Ann. "Kiss me, Ann," she begged. Ann cupped Trish's breasts and lifted them up, then closed her lips over Trish's. I pivoted my waist, thrusting in and out very carefully. I could feel Trish's sphincter tighten. I reached around to Trish's front and felt her mons, finding her clitoris, a small quivering mass of moist flesh. I caressed it, and Trish immediately mewled. She drew Ann closer and began to pant heavily. She came in a blast, shivering and bucking against my cock. She tore her mouth from Ann's. "Fuck me, fuck me," she intoned. "God yes fuck me!" Then she arched her back as she felt my orgasm approach. My cock shot its wad of sperm deep within her, and she screamed out, half in pain and half in pleasure. "Yes!!" After we had both come, I pulled out her gingerly, and she nearly fell into Ann's arms, exhausted. "God," she said, "that was fantastic!" We leaned up against the side of the pool. Ann went over and retrieved her cigarettes. She handed one to both of us and lit them for us, then lit one for herself. Trish leaned back against me and took a long drag on her cigarette. "You were wonderful," she said, looking up at me. Ann came up to my other side, slid in under my arm. "I never dreamed how exciting it would be to watch you making love to another woman," she said. Trish nodded. "Isn't it a great turn-on?" Ann smiled. "Have you done this often?" Trish took a drag on her cigarette. "Not as often as I'd like; you really have to be careful, but I could tell you two were nice, and both very sexy." Ann looked over at her. "Thank you," she said. We sat and watched the stars together. After a few minutes, Trish swam around and put Ann between us. Their legs and arms entwined playfully, and the three of us waited for events to unfold. Trish turned to Ann and kissed her on the lips. Her hand went to Ann's nipple, fingering it until it grew stiffly erect. She then went to work on the other nipple, causing Ann to grow visibly excited. My member was starting to grow again; I swam around the two women, watching them in their embrace. As Trish slid down Ann's chest and took a nipple in her mouth, I went to Ann's other side and did the same. "Oh, yes," Ann purred, "God, that feels so good!" Her hand went down to my cock and pumped it. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes, and I slid in between her legs. She parted them and guided me inside her, gasping as I entered her. Trish still sucked her breast. My thrusts were slow and long. Trish and I maneuvered Ann up against the side of the pool to provide support. Ann's fingers dipped beneath the surface, moving down Trish's torso to find her clit. Trish murmured her pleasure as Ann's fingers slid inside her. The three of us now moved with the same rhythm. Trish's other hand clasped Ann's free breast and fondled it; I pumped in and out of her with deliberate slowness. Ann leaned her head back into the warm water. "Yes, yes," she intoned softly, pushing her pelvis to match my thrusts. "That's right -- oh, yes..." Trish put her hand between us, found Ann's clit, and massaged it gently. Ann gasped again, her fingers digging into Trish's hair. "Oh, Trish," she said, "suck harder, darling!" Trish bit down lightly on the nipple and pulled it with her teeth. Ann moaned, and I increased the pace. Ann wrapped her legs around me and tried to drive me deeper within her, but I resisted the effort and maintained my easy, slow thrusts. Her hands went to her breasts and cupped them, holding the left one up for Trish. Trish bit down harder, and Ann cried out. "Yes! Like that -- God, yes!!" Then she kissed me again, much harder, and began to buck. "I -- I'm coming..." she pealed. Trish pulled even harder on the nipple, her fingers working Ann's clit furiously. I began to ram into her, pausing on the intake and enjoying the tightening of the pubic muscles that Ann knew I liked. My own orgasm was nearing, but before I could deal with it, Ann began to come. Her back arched back sharply, and she made a small, high-pitched sound. I was pounding into her now, slamming her up against the side, and forcing her legs to swing wide open. "I...can't stop..." Ann moaned. "Oh, God!" Suddenly my own release was upon me; I burrowed deep inside her and came explosively, shivering as my cock spewed sperm inside Ann. She convulsed with ecstasy, letting out a single, wordless moan, before collapsing in the water. We were spent. * * * Afterwards, the three of us sat at a table on the deck. It was after two o'clock by now, but no one was tired. Ann offered Trish and me a cigarette, then took one for herself, inserting it in her holder, and lit all of them with her new lighter. Trish shook her hair of excess moisture and looked across at Ann, smiling. "Was it like you imagined it?" she asked. Ann took a long drag on her cigarette holder. "Better." She looked over at me and took my hand. "You both have my number," Trish said. "Any time either of you want to get together, just call me." -- Story Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> (Not pretty yet)