Irene, the youngest, wore a training bra under her tight shirt but it was apparent to all that it wasn’t really needed. Her breasts poked up only an inch or so from her chest. Her hips had begun to spread, making her butt in her cut-off jeans look cute. It was just rounding into a womanly butt.
Jessie, with her dark long hair, was a year further into the mysterious transformation that takes a sweet little girl and turns her into a desirable woman. With Irene, one had to look for the clues, certainly there if you looked, that she was becoming a woman. Jessie no longer needed such close examination. When Jessie gave you that little special smile she had, you knew exactly why Eve had always been able to drive Adam crazy with lust.
Amber was furthest along the change. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest and bounced when she ran or tumbled in my yard with the other girls. Her body had changed so that she had the classic hourglass figure, narrow waist and broad hips that promised so much between those hips, the enticement to men; here is breeding potential.
Amber and Irene were sisters living on one side of my place and Jessie lived on the other side. They were the three musketeers of the neighborhood. My house had become a meeting place; there were no backyard fences as our properties all continued on into the woods behind the houses. Fences were more trouble than they were worth. I got the added benefit that Tom had an industrial size riding mower and he made his zags long enough that my lawn was mowed when his was.
It was a lazy warm summer day and I was ostensibly in charge of the girls because their parents all wanted to go into the city, two hours away, and see the Game. The Yankees were in town and Tom had gotten four tickets. It was about two in the afternoon and I saw the three sitting on my porch, talking. I took out the sun tea I had made earlier, some cut up lemons, and glasses filled with ice.
“Anyone for sun tea?” I shouted as I came out. I was met with a chorus of “Yes.”
The four of us sat in the shade enjoying the tea and listening to the buzz of insects in the sultry air. “Tim?” Amber said.
“That sounded like the start of a question,” I said.
Amber traded looks with Irene and Jessie. Then she turned to me, “You are kind of cool for an adult.”
“Yeah, for an adult,” I teased.
Irene blushed, Jessie giggled, and Amber continued undisturbed by my comment, “That’s not how I meant it. I mean, we can tell you things, you know, things and you don’t get all weird.”
True. I had always treated the girls with the same respect I would anyone else. Because of that, I had become something of a sounding board when they had questions that they weren’t comfortable talking about with parents, teachers, or preachers. I nodded.
There was an awkward pause as Amber looked down at her fingers. She started talking but directed at her fingers, “Tim, sometimes, the three of us go out to the meadow when it’s nice like this and we… we… we kind of do like nudists.”
“I think the new term is Naturist, as in natural. Meaning it is natural to be out in nature without clothes,” I said.
Three heads popped up, “Really?”
“Really,” I confirmed. “So you go out in the woods and take off your clothes.”
That got three blushes. After a pause Amber continued, “We were wondering if you’d like to join us?”
Her voice had faded until I could barely hear the last word. Three faces looked at me with a mixture of dread and hope. The woods behind our houses extended back to a small river. The river was home to water moccasins and copperheads and would deter any trespassers so there was little chance of being surprised. The ‘meadow’ was a thinner area of trees which allowed enough sun to hit the ground to grow a nice carpet of grass. By this time in the afternoon, the sun was slanted enough that the grass was again shaded. It was a natural park.
It would certainly be a secure place to be nude. But for me to join them? My first thought was that their folks would kill me if they ever found out. My second was wondering how they’d kill me. I’m sure it would be grisly.
“Ladies, thanks for the invitation, but I have to decline. I do think it is a great idea, for you guys,” I said. I grabbed the tray and headed back inside knowing I didn’t want to get involved in a long explanation.
Whew. Talk about turning on the movies in your head. My mind was suddenly filled with images of the girls naked and frolicking in the grass. I tried, to no avail, to turn them off. I did the only thing I could think of to get my mind off the girls. I turned on ESPN. It helped, a little but not enough. Men’s minds are weird: sex and sports and maybe beer.
The images just wouldn’t go away. I wandered back to the porch. It was empty. Wandering out onto the porch for no reason, I told myself, other than to enjoy the air, I looked around and didn’t see the girls. The images just flooded my mind. The girls naked in the woods in every conceivable pose flashed in front of my eyes. Nymphs frolicking in the woods. The next thing I knew, I was walking in the backyard out towards the trees. I stopped and shook my head to try and clear it. What the hell was I doing? The images had taken over.
I looked at the trees and couldn’t see anything. What if something was wrong? Sure it was a justification and it really didn’t fool me but I did continue on which is what my mind wanted me to do. I walked quietly through the trees. I began to hear conversation. I went round a rather large oak and saw a tableau spread before me. The girls were all nude. Amber was sitting playing with some grass strands. Jessie was lying flat talking to Amber, her feet bouncing off her butt. Irene was also lying down. She saw me and started to sit up as Amber also looked up at me.
Irene suddenly realized I could see her and she flopped back down on the grass. Jessie, who had started up when she saw Irene moving, turned and saw it was a man and followed her back flat on the ground.
“I wanted to make sure you guys were all right.” I said.
Amber was old enough and smart enough to see right through that silly excuse. She smiled knowingly. How do girls grow up so fast knowing exactly how to control men? “We’re okay. You still have clothes on.”
“Really,” I said looking down. “I thought I was naked.” That remark broke the thick tension that hung in the air like the summer humidity and the girls giggled. “Damn, you’re right.” I saw a pile of clothes on a log. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the pile. I kicked off my flip flops. Last, I unzipped and pulled off my shorts. As I tossed those aside I saw three pairs of eyes locked onto my loins.
In stories, the guy’s cock always sticks straight up like a telephone pole or lightning rod or some such phallic symbol. Me, on the other hand, I was embarrassed by their attention. I could just see one of the girls saying, but in pictures they are so much bigger. Or, why is it lying down like that? Funny, how a guy can be intimidated by three young girls. Trying to act nonchalant, I walked over and sat down in the circle with the girls.
Amber looked up and smiled, “Tim, this is cool.”
Jessie looked up as well. “Yeah.
“So, what do you guys do?” I asked, still embarrassed but trying to act cool so as to not blow my cover.
“Mostly we talk,” Amber said.
“About what?” I asked.
The girls exchanged looks. “Um, guys,” Amber said.
“Any particular thing about guys?” I asked, refusing to let her off the hook.
“Tim,” Amber said stretching out the word to let me know I was prying. The voice can say so much.
“You guys are the ones who said you can talk about stuff with me,” I replied.
They exchanged looks again. It was Jessie who took up the conversation. “Okay, we talk about guys and… sex. That okay?”
I shrugged like it was no big deal. And truthfully, it isn’t a big deal. Hell that’s what young people do when their bodies change and their brains are marinating in sex hormones. Not talking about it is impossible. “That’s what I’d be doing,” I said laughing, "Except if it were guys we'd be talking about girls." I had this weird thought and it came tumbling out, "You know what would really make sense? If guy and girls would talk with each other about sex. That way they could tell each other the truth instead of having to guess."
Jessie sat up, a look of interest on her face. I appraised her body, nice, very nice. She had a small tuft of sleek black hair above her pussy that matched the color of her head. Her breasts were small but already well formed, wonderful rounded cones topped with pink nipples. Her body had the unblemished perfection of youth. Now I felt the first stirrings in my loins.
“Really?” asked Jessie.
“Of course. Right now, that’s what interests you guys. It’s the same for boys. That’s what interests them. So of course guys talk about sex,” I said.
Irene was caught up in this conversation now. She got up and came over so that we were all sitting in a circle in the cool soft grass. I saw that she had just the start of a soft furry patch above her pussy, barely as dark as her head. Her nipples stood out with just a slight swelling around them.
“We’ve talked with our friends,” Amber said. “But they don’t know anymore than we do. It would be cool to talk with a guy.”
Irene nodded. “Jeez, I mean, nobody really knows anything, I mean, like from experience.”
Jessie jumped in, “Kristin has done it.”
Amber joined in, “Tiffany and Beth said they did it too.”
Irene rolled her eyes, “They’re in fifth grade. How could they do it?”
“Whoa, Irene. I saw a study that found that 18% of ten year-old girls had sex. That would be fifth grade girls. Think about it, that’s almost one girl in five,” I said. “I wouldn’t be all that surprised if some girls in Irene’s class have had sex.”
Irene asked me, “Does that mean I’m old enough to have sex?”
Amber scolded her, “No way.”
“Not so fast my dear.” Amber looked surprised that I had challenged her.
“But the teachers…” she started
I jumped in, “Are all full of crap and are hypocrites besides.”
The girl’s eyes were all wide with surprise that someone was challenging the undisputed authority of a teacher. Actually, we ought to be doing more of that, especially on subjective topics or the topics like sex where only the current politically correct viewpoint is allowed. Teachers have their prejudices just as much as anyone else and when the politicians get involved with curriculum you know it is going to be nonsense.
“Here’s the truth. Every woman since the dawn of history has decided when she was ready for sex. No one else has ever really been able to override her decision. They’ve tried chastity belts and monasteries, but when a girl decides she’s ready, all the walls in the world won’t stop her. And that’s always been true. That’s what kills me about how teachers, who when they were teens, were fucking like crazy or desperately trying to get laid if they were guys now act like you shouldn’t be like they were. Hypocrites,” I said. “Do like I say now, not like I did when I was your age.”
“But Mrs. Wilson said we should wait until we were older, like married,” Amber said.
“I’d love to get a truthful answer from her. I’d bet a million dollars she didn’t wait until she got married,” I said. I could see Amber trying that on for size. Mrs. Wilson, fucking? “Girls, that is one thing almost everyone lies about, sex.”
“So when did she start?” Amber asked. Jessie and Irene leaned forward probably wondering about their teachers.
“How old is she?”
“She’s only been teaching a couple years,” Amber said.
“Probably by sixteen,” I said. “The statistics haven’t changed much since then. The average age for girls in urban areas of America is fourteen. You three are right in the area where between a fifth and half the girls are trying out sex.”
“I knew Tiffany and Beth really did it,” Amber said. “Jenna, Beth’s cousin, was there that afternoon. She said Tiffany and Beth showed them the bed after the boys all went home and it had some blood on it.”
“Really?” asked Jessie. Amber nodded.
There was a pause as the girls all looked thoughtful. Jessie broke the silence, “So Tim, it wouldn’t be all that strange if one of us was like going to, well, you know…”
“Going to, well, like, you know?” I asked teasing.
Jessie gave me a split second of the eyes of death, but she really wanted an answer so she quickly forgave me. “Come on, Tim. Don’t tease me.”
“Then sweetie, just ask your question,” I said.
She took a deep breath. “The three of us have been talking, you know, about sex and stuff. So what if one of us wanted to, well, do it?”
“Should I go running from the woods? Seriously, I guess I wouldn’t be surprised. I know what the statistics say. And truthfully, you are all good looking and sexy.” Okay, I know in hindsight I shouldn’t have said that. But damn, here I was sitting naked in the woods with three sexy girls. It just came out.
Irene smiled, “Do you really think we are sexy?”
Not stopping to think I answered, “Yeah. You guys are sexy.” In hindsight it is easy to see I should have been backtracking right then. And I can’t plead ignorance of what might happen. I knew exactly what the girls were hinting at and my own fantasies took over. Seeing three naked little pixies was just too much for my outdated social standards. The hormones won out. My dick started to swell, bouncing up quickly as I looked at all three girls.
They quickly noticed. Six eyes were glued to the scene of my cock straightening and extending. Amber looked up and asked, “Tim?”
“Yes, Amber,” I said.
She took sort of a shuddering breath, licked her lips, and looked up to my eyes, “I’ve thought about it a lot, you and me.”
My eyes darted between Irene and Jessie. Amber followed the looks. “If it’s okay, we talked about it and it's okay if they stay.”
My stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies. There was no way to dodge what Amber had just said. It wasn’t even a hint. She had invited me to have sex with her. And more, she had invited Irene and Jessie to stay and watch. I guess I understood. They all had been wanting to explore this new adult world and had been doing it together. It did sort of make sense.
I tell you something, it is totally different when a theoretical discussion about sex unexpectedly becomes a very real invitation to have sex with a beautiful forest nymph. My whole body was suddenly buzzing like a power line was running through it.
Amber looked like I felt, nervous. I smiled and she smiled in return. “Are you sure, Amber?” She nodded maybe not trusting her voice. I looked at Jessie and Irene. “This can’t be like those two girls who talked. You guys absolutely have to promise never to tell anyone, not anyone.”
Irene and Jessie both held up their hands and crossed their hearts, “I promise,” echoed twice in the clearing.
I looked at Amber, “You too.” She nodded, then smiled
That serene smile got me. One part of me was saying no. But one part, my cock, was saying, oh yes! Guys will know which part won. I couldn’t believe I was out here in the middle of the woods with a naked nubile girl and we were about to make the beast with two backs.
I crawled over to Amber, who really started to look nervous now. I took her in my arms and laid us on the grass. I kissed her, softly, not urgently, letting her relax. She did. I felt her snuggle into my arms as we kissed. My chest pressed lightly against hers, her nipples hardened as they brushed against my chest.
I ran my hands up between us and cupped her nice firm tit, rolling her nipple between thumb and finger. Something was a little different with Amber. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it; then it hit me. She was very passive, waiting. Bingo! That made sense. Her first time she would have no idea what to do and would just follow my lead. So I knew I needed to guide her as well as introduce her to the pleasures of sex.
As I ran my hand over her pussy and began to massage her, I also said to her, “You can touch me too.” As her hand found my hard cock, I pressed a finger between her swollen labia. “Yeah, like that,” I said. “Lightly stroke my cock.” Amber moaned as my finger rolled her nub around, and her hand began stroking my shaft. She was either a natural or she had done this part before.
Amber was quickly getting wet as my finger sawed in and out. I had thought to take my time, knowing she was a virgin. But that thought disappeared as the sensations of touching and kissing her overwhelmed me. I bent my head down and sucked one of her tits into my mouth.
She moaned as my lips and tongue tickled her nipple as I sucked. Her hips started pressing up against my hand as the palm pressed and rubbed her nubbin and the finger slid into her tight channel.
Amber’s hips pressed up against my hand as her pussy was flooded with her desire. Her age no longer mattered. She was a woman and her body reacted just as any woman’s does.
I sucked her other nipple as she moaned and shuddered under me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as her ragged breathing revealed her rising passion. Her tight little pussy spasmed around my finger, a promise of pleasures to come. My finger rubbed her G spot as Amber moaned and twitched, “Oh Mikeeeee.”
I moved down, kissing her flat tight belly, glancing up to see the girl’s eyes glued to the spectacle in front of them. I don’t think they were even blinking. I spread Amber’s thighs to get comfortable between them and lapped once across her bud. Her hips hunched up and her pussy tightened down on my finger.
Her scent assailed me as I lowered my face to her pussy, that wonderful erotic scent of an aroused woman. I inserted my tongue between her lips and burrowed down inside. Amber moaned as I worked my tongue south to north, pausing at her clitoris and circling it. Her legs splayed open inviting me to do more. Happily, I complied, spreading her open with my thumbs as I licked and sucked her pussy top to bottom and back.
Concentrating on massaging her clitoris with my tongue, I slid my finger back inside her and massaged her G spot, curling up into it as it simulated a slow fucking motion. Amber’s hips hunched in rhythm with my tongue and finger. Amber’s pussy was juicing up and I could see her getting close. I figured it was a good a time as any for her first time. Desire flooded me like never before. I knew she was a virgin, pure and chaste, yet she was surrendering it to me.
Quickly, I slid up over her and lined up my cock. I eased it into her pussy, feeling the tip find her entrance. Amber pushed against me in her need to climax. A push and I lanced into her. She winced slightly, then relaxed and pushed back wanting more.
We quickly settled into a slow rhythm of sex, long slow strokes of my cock buried deeply on every thrust. Amber was soon moaning in pleasure as I ground against her clitoris on every downstroke. It was heaven the way her tight pussy clutched at my cock, like it was going to strip off the skin every time I withdrew and welcoming my shaft back as it plunged deeply into her again and again.
Her hips picked up momentum and urged me on faster. Slap, slap, slap; our bellies beat out the rhythm of sex in the afternoon; wet, sensual sounds of bodies in heat. Faster we went, each of us caught up in the rising passion. It seemed wrong that I could be fucking this little doll of a girl so hard, and yet, she met every thrust with her own fervent need, our loins mashing together until, in a flash, Amber cried out. Her wail filled the little glen as she was overcome and climaxed.
Again and again I felt her her pussy convulsing around my cock, her body trembled in my arms. Amber relaxed back onto the soft grass. Her face was flushed from her climax and she was breathing hard. I slowed and stopped as her face beamed the pleasure she had experienced.
I had forgotten our spectators. I heard ragged breathing behind and looked over my shoulder to see Jessie and Irene staring. “Wow,” Jessie said. Irene’s face was a most intriguing picture of sweetness and innocence mixed with lust and physical desire.
Jessie said earnestly and a bit uncertainly, “Tim, is it my turn?”
Since I hadn’t hit my own climax, I was still horny. Amber had opened her eyes and was smiling in fulfillment. She knew what I was thinking with my eyes even before I could say it out loud. “I guess it is Jessie’s turn.” As I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy Amber moaned, “Oh, I’m going to miss that.”
My cock popped free of Amber’s clutching pussy. It was still red, hard, and throbbing and now covered with the shiny secretions of her pussy.
I rolled over to Jessie who came into my arms willingly, no eagerly. My hands started to explore her body as I kissed her lips. She was not yet fully developed, but her nipples on her small mounds became erect. When I gently rolled one between thumb and finger, she gasped into my mouth. She felt a warm wetness between her legs. It was both strange and delicious, a feeling she sometimes experienced as the three girls talked about boys and sex, but this was so much more intense. The scent of her arousal became apparent in the humid summer air, fueling my lust. My fingers found her mound. She was already drenched from her excitement. It was my turn to moan. Jessie spread her legs to give my fingers easy access.
I gently pushed her back upon the soft grass, so that I could devour the object of my devotion. She spread her legs again, hoping to feel the touch of my fingers on her pussy. I didn't disappoint her, as I slid my hand over her mound and into the cleft of her labia.
Jessie gasped as the first finger slipped between her wet lips. She'd never felt anything like it before in her life. She was naïve, never having really kissed a boy, her sex life only being these conversations in the woods. Yes, the three girls had talked those summer afternoons in the woods, but these real physical sensations she was now experiencing were new and thrilling. When my fingertip found her aroused clitoris, she trembled with pleasure. It was an electric surge of energy that coursed through her body.
I was overcome with passion, desperate with desire to taste her. I sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other, as I continued to manipulate her virgin pussy with my fingers, my second virgin in just minutes. This was going to be a signal day.
Kissing and licking my way down her body, pausing at her navel, eliciting a shudder from her, my tongue tickled her sensitive flesh. My ultimate destination was lower and I never stopped moving ever closer to her sex. She knew nothing of oral sex, except talk and what she had witnessed just moments before, but she knew she wanted to feel what Amber had just felt. As I moved further down, she spread her legs longing to feel the first touch of my tongue.
I saw the wanton look of lust in her face; it was that of a mature woman. Her pussy was open, engorged from her arousal, glistening from her juices. I lowered my face, tasting her for the first time. Jessie thrust up into my face, trying desperately to increase that marvelous contact, which produced such sensations. I licked her in earnest, drinking her sex, like a parched man at an oasis in the desert.
For Jessie, it was a first experience. Everything was new to her, yet so wonderfully delicious. I was frantic, despite just having laid Amber because I had yet to cum. I knew I could give her pleasure. The question was, could I hold myself back to let this young woman reach her own pinnacle. I inserted a finger into her pussy as I sucked on her engorged clit. I knew how to touch her sensitive places just right, as I continued to lick and suck. Jessie felt something incredible building in her body. It was focused in her pussy, yet consumed her whole being. She had no way of knowing that there was more in store for her. I sucked her entire clitoris into my mouth and attacked it with my tongue in anticipation of her climax. Jessie's moans became louder as her orgasm approached. Then, she was overcome with intense pleasure, as her body convulsed around my face. She was shaking all over, trembling violently in the throes of passion. She cried out as her body stiffened, savoring every new sensation she was feeling.
After her climax, I gently moved up to lay beside her, gazing into her eyes. Her hair was wet around her face, from sweat on this hot summer day; she was still struggling to catch her breath.
When she opened her eyes, she saw my erection. Incredibly she had not thought of my cock the whole time I was making oral love to her. Yet, now she could see it. It was hard and throbbing. She tentatively stretched out her hand and touched me, causing me to stir. She took my cock into her hand, examining it closely. It was hard and hot, yet soft at the same time. As she slid the skin back and forth she liked both the feel of it and the way I responded. I gasped and ever so subtly thrust my cock up into her hand.
She moved again so that she could kiss my lips, reigniting my passion. This time she was acutely aware of my need, stroking me, learning to please me by my reactions to the things she was doing. I could hold out no longer and gently pushed her over onto her back. Again, she knew what I wanted. Her heart was pounding with both excitement and trepidation. My cock felt so long and thick to this naïve girl and her face told me that she wondered how it would fit inside of her.
"Just relax, Sweetie," I instructed.
She willed herself to relax and simply submitted to my penetration. I moved over her and held my cock, as I moved it up and down her wet slit. When it touched her clit, the pleasure made her desire to be filled by a man. At first I simply inserted the head into her hole. Her body naturally stretched to accommodate the organ, wanting to be filled by a man. I pushed and could feel her virgin barrier against the end of my cock. Need caused me to push through, sundering her maidenhead.
Jessie gasped in pain as I impaled her. But I was gentle and simply remained imbedded in her, giving her body time to adjust to me. Gradually the burning subsided, and she liked the fullness she felt. Then, so slowly, I began to pull out of her. For a moment she felt the vacuum left by my departure and found that she wanted me back inside of her. Then to her joy I slid back in, the friction of my movement creating all kinds of new pleasures deep in her body.
She met the second full thrust and gasped in pleasure, urging me on. Then we were fucking like we had been doing it for years. I built a steady rhythm and she met me thrust for thrust. All the pain was gone for her and replaced with the most exquisite pleasure. As the passion built, we became more audible, panting, groaning, moaning, grunting. Harder and harder I fucked her, her tight pussy now easily accommodating my thrusting rod.
Jessie began to feel that sensation again, that delicious sensation that had overcome her when I licked her. This time, it felt even more intense because of the fullness of my cock in her pussy. I rolled her up to a sitting position as I rolled onto my back. The new position gave her a blast of exquisite sensations deep in her body.
With a surprising suddenness, she was overcome once more, shaking, quivering, and convulsing. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my cock. Then she felt that most glorious of sensations, as my hot cum flooded into her pussy. I gasped and growled like an animal as I came, ramming her, my back arching up, thrusting my cock deeply within her, and savoring every moment of the bliss of my own release.
We held still as statues as my cum pumped deeply into Jessie's throbbing pussy. As my climax waned, I fell to the side onto the grass. Jessie lay with my cock still impaled as she slowly relaxed. Then Jessie collapsed in complete satiation. She rolled away and lay beside me, a limp doll. Our cum drooled from her pussy giving her splayed posture a lewd aspect. My cock had softened after the explosive climax. I looked at Jessie, smiling and still a little out of it. “Wow,” Amber said.
That’s when I looked up and saw Amber and Irene. Amber smiled but Irene looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Amber turned to look at her as well. She was now the center of interest and scared because of it. She looked back and forth between me and Amber. Almost unconsciously, her head began to move back and forth.
“Irene,” I said. “You are the only one who can decide when you are ready. It doesn’t have to be today.”
But Amber jumped in, “Why not?”
“Amber,” I scolded. “It is just as I said for you and Jessie. You got to chose yes or no. Irene should get the same privilege.”
“But I let her watch,” Amber whined.
“And I bet when Irene is ready, she’ll let you watch,” I said reasonably.
Irene nodded, glad for an out.
Amber pressed her, “You sure?”
“I promise Amber. When I do it, I'll let you watch. I promise.” Irene looked back at the collapsed Jessie. “I just don’t think…” She looked up at Amber the pleading in her eyes. Now Amber could see what was plain. Irene was too young. She just hadn’t crossed that mental barrier of being ready. It wasn’t age, it was the decision to be a woman and not a child.
“It’s just that it is so incredible,” Amber said. “You won’t believe it till you try it.”
“Really?” Irene asked. Now she was back on comfortable ground. She wanted to know all about it, but not quite ready to try it.
Jessie had come around and she sat up. “Tim, thanks. That was incredible.” She threw her arms around my neck and hugged her cute little body into mine. It knocked me off balance and we went over backward. Laughing, she let go and pushed herself up off my chest. “I guess I don’t know my own strength.”
I almost said or your weight, but it wasn’t true, she was a little slip of a girl, and all American women, no matter their age, obsess about their weight.
I pulled her down to me and we kissed, a kiss of affection and appreciation since our passion had been sated so thoroughly. “Love you,” I said.
Jessie smiled, “I love you too, Tim.”
I was hot and sweaty and scratchy from the grass. I would bet the girls felt the same. “Let’s go take a dip in my spa.”
“Tim, it’s too hot,” Amber complained.
“It’s not hot at all. I turned off the heat, silly,” I said.
Jessie and Irene laughed as they jumped up. Amber smiled, “Okay, smarty.” I took Amber’s hand as Jessie slid her hand into mine. The four of us stopped to pick up our clothes but didn’t dress. It was wicked indeed to walk naked across the yard and slip into the spa. It was also delicious as Amber cuddled on one side and Jessie the other.
I sat in the cool spa surrounded by my three naked nymphs, happy and sated and not caring anymore about the summer heat.
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