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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."



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