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Iced Tea

By Victor Ramierez

Based on ideas by Joseph Rimbeck

In all the years George Sanders had lived next door to the Lane family he had never been this excited, today his plan was going to come to fruition. Quietly he waited at the back door to his house and looked over into the Lane's yard. As he watched mother and daughter come outside wearing only their bikinis, he knew a day he would always remember was about to begin. With the speed of a horny seventeen year old, he made his way upstairs and within moments was seated on the end of his bed looking out over the neighbour's back yard.

This was their daily ritual, but today the ending would be different. Diana Lane and her daughter Joanne would spend the entire afternoon lazing around their large in-ground swimming pool, engaged in simple chit chat while enjoying a nice cold jug of ice tea.  They had done this for as many years as George could care to remember. It was only once puberty hit that George realised what a spectacle he was witness to. Diana was in her forties and quite attractive, her body was toned and athletic, her face friendly but with a kind of pouting, smouldering intensity. Her shoulder length light brown hair framed her face nicely, and spread out on either side of her head across the folding lounge chair she was lazing back in. Her daughter Joanne was a younger version of her mother, similar build but with blonde waist length hair. She had spent the last sixteen years using her looks to help sway people to her way of thinking, and had in the last few years realised just how much power a blonde, blue-eyed beauty can wield.

She had moved her way up the school social ladder and was now happily residing at the top along with the other "pretty" people. She was not a particularly snobby person, or a vindictive one, but she knew the kinds of heights her looks could attain for her and no longer would she tolerate the people and situations she had associated with in the past. This now included her former best friend and childhood sweetheart, George Sanders.

Joanne and George had grown up together, and as the only child in each family they had looked to each other for companionship. Their families were close so they were always around each other, and the two of them virtually had a home at either house.

Over the years they began to realise that their differences in gender provided some problems and some interesting distractions too. Together they had played 'doctor' and innocently explored each other's pre-pubescent bodies, with a good deal of giggling thrown in. As they had become older those games ended, and they simply would hang out together.

Now that Joanne was a somebody, and George wasn't, she couldn't allow herself to be seen with him. She had decided it was better to make a clean break and had simply told him he was no longer welcome. Her mother was not happy, as she loved funny little Georgie from next door just as much as George's parents loved little Jo. However her mother understood her reasons, so George was now someone they would say hi to, but that was all.

George had always thought that they would end up together, when they had been younger they had always thought that they were a couple. Then without warning she had ripped this dream away from him, and dropped him like a pair of smelly old socks. To George's surprise Mrs Lane was seemingly not against this treatment and was supporting her daughter's choice to walk over his feelings. So now he had decided to afford them the same respect they were showing him.

Years ago George had discovered the potential of sleeping pills when he had come across Mrs Lane asleep in her living room. George had headed over to hang out with Joanne, but she was out somewhere with her dad, and her mum was out of it on the lounge. At first he was worried and thought she might be ill or something. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her lightly, but to no avail. She mumbled something and seemed to slip even deeper into the sleep. George then noticed the bottle of pills on the table next to her and realised what was going on.

George sat back for a minute and then decided he'd better leave, but as he stood to go, she rolled over and one leg slid off the edge of the lounge. This caused her long, white t-shirt to ride up her thighs, exposing the crotch of her powder blue, cotton panties. The very horny 13 year-old in George took over and he found himself glued to the spot. He could not leave now, his hormones simply wouldn't allow it. He could feel his cock desperately trying to force it's way out of his pants. As she moved a little bit more, spreading her thighs even further, stretching the material taut over her pussy, he thought his cock just might succeed in getting out by itself. He took a cautious step forwards and brought his head down level with the sight before him. Staring intently, he thought he could see the outline of the lips underneath the material, and then as she rolled back over he caught a glimpse of a brown hair sticking out from under the leg elastic. He thought he would faint in ecstasy, he now knew what colour pubes she had. The knowledge was pointless, but just the thought of having that illicit knowledge was nearly enough to set off the pole in his pants. With his cock now in charge of proceedings he decided to see if he could push his luck a little further. Slowly, tentatively he reached up from his crouched position alongside her hip, and softly placed his hand on the medium sized breast pushing out the t-shirt above him.  He sat there quietly, just resting his hand on her tit, and waited for the scream or the smack across the head which he knew must be coming. Neither happened, and so the cock took over again and he applied a little bit more pressure to the tit under his palm. He could feel the rubbery little nipple under the shirt as it pressed into his hand as he cupped her breast, feeling it's weight and size. Then he reached over and took hold of the other one too.

His mind was reeling but before his cock made any more stupid suggestions he heard the car door slam as Joanne and her father arrived home. Instantly he leapt up, and without looking back, was out of the back door, over the fence and up into his bedroom seemingly in an instant. He looked out of the window expecting to see Mr Lane chasing after him, but when this and the cries of rape did not eventuate, he slumped down on his bed and began to reflect upon what had just happened. In an instant his cock was rock hard and demanding to be relieved. George had been doing that for months now, after discovering what happened if it was stroked, one day when he was in the shower. So George headed for the bathroom to jack off and then hop in the shower to cool down.

George had always remembered this, it was not likely he would ever forget it, and was now planning to try a situation of his own making.

Being a thoughtful, intelligent young man George had carefully prepared this operation. Now after weeks of planning and research, today was the day.

Knowing exactly how much of the sleeping tablets he would need to knock the two of them out enough that they wouldn't wake too soon, he had ground up the tablets and snuck into the kitchen next door. He knew the two of them would be upstairs changing after Mrs Lane had prepared a nice jug of ice tea as always, so he quickly added the powder to it and stirred it in.

Now all he had to do was wait, and be ready when the time came. It took a little while before they poured a couple of glasses of tea and drank them down. It wasn't long after that the jug was quickly drained, the afternoon heat taking it's toll on the two of them. The two groggy women then lay back on their pool chairs and slowly slipped quietly into a deep, deep sleep.

George was ready and was standing at the fence in moments.

"Hi Joanne, Mrs Lane...." said George as he peered over the fence at the two of them.

There was no response, quickly he picked up a couple of small pebbles and tossed them at the two of them. The pebbles plopped harmlessly down on each of them, and neither reacted at all.

George vaulted over the fence, bag of goodies in hand, and was quickly alongside the two women. Looking down at the two tanned bodies before him, he wished he had decided to do this a long time ago. Mrs Lane was wearing a black bikini which was doing it's best to hold her c-cup sized tits in and Joanne was in a hot pink one, which had a g-string for the bottom half. The top was almost non-existent and was struggling to hold her almost d-cup sized tits in.

George dropped down to one knee and placed the sports bag on the ground, and quickly unzipped it. He reached in and grabbed his camera. He took a couple of quick snaps of them, a nice set of before pictures.

George didn't know where to start, there was so many choices, and so much time. His parents would not be back until this evening and Mr Lane wouldn't be home from work until at least 6pm, so they were at his mercy for hours.

Cautiously he reached up and took hold of the string behind Mrs Lane's neck, and pulled on the bow to undo her top. It slid open easily, and the two ties flopped down over her shoulders. He had decided to start with her first, as an entrée before moving onto the main course of Joanne.

He grabbed the ties and pulled them down, tugging the triangles of black material down, slowly revealing her breasts and the little nipples underneath, like two small berries perched on top of two mounds of ice cream.

He stood back and grabbed a snap shot of that, before he leaned in and tentatively snaked his tongue out to touch the nearest nipple. She moaned a little, but didn't really react. He could feel the texture of it under his tongue and felt it become erect as he lavished attention upon it. He gave the other nipple the same treatment and stood back. He could see them both standing erect and grabbed another snap shot.

He reached down to Joanne and undid her top, slowly unveiling her wonderful tits. They were a bit different to her mother's, the nipples sat in the middle of large areolae, almost flat... at the moment anyway.

He took a nice shot of both of them exposed, two sets of tits that he had been wanting to see for a few years now.

He reached down and took one of Joanne's heavy jugs in his hand, and firmly gave it a squeeze, getting the feel of it, testing it's weight and just enjoying the sensation of having this fantastic melon cupped in his palm. He grabbed one of Diana's in his other hand and sat there happily massaging sweater meat for a few moments.

He grazed his fingertips over their nipples, and then he dropped his head down to feast on Joanne's delights. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and began massaging it with his tongue. He felt the skin of her areolae contracting and going all wrinkly as the blood rushed through it. Her nipple rose up from her flesh, pressing itself into his warm mouth. The other breast quickly received the same treatment and she started to make little mewing sounds like a kitten, and stopped when he released her nipple from his teeth.

He reached into his sports bag and pulled out a bottle of tanning oil, and then he squirted it liberally over their tits and dropped it back into the bag. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of their tits and enjoyed the sensations of his hands sliding over their oily, spongy and fleshy breasts. He had seen this in a film and it was even better in person. Their nipples strained for attention as he slid his palm over them, working their weighty tits up and around, massaging them enthusiastically and kneading them like bread dough. He grabbed a few shots of their glistening chests before deciding to move on.

George had slowly worked their bikini bottoms off, raising their hips and arses off their chairs to slide the material over their rumps and down their legs. They now lay before him, totally nude. Mrs Lane had a nicely trimmed bush of brown hair in contrast to her daughter's almost non-existent tuft of blonde hair. Joanne always waxed her bikini line religiously, and now all it did was serve to highlight her pussy, leaving it vulnerable to George's prying eyes.

He took a couple of photos, some nice close-ups as well as a couple of long shots to fit both of them in it. He really wanted to get some good humiliating shots and was prepared to take some time to get them, before he continued on.

He draped Diana's legs over the arms of the chair, spreading them apart to reveal her pussy hiding between her thighs. Joanne's legs were also spread in the same way and he could see a lot more of what she had to offer, and it made for some wonderful photos. He positioned their arms and hands, massaging their own cunts and then each other's, holding tits, their own and each other's. All the while making it appear that it was going on by choice not by drugged positioning.

He slid their bodies down the length of the chairs and raised their legs up over their heads to touch the back of the chairs, hooking their ankles through the little ties that held the backrest cushions in place. With their legs thrust up over their heads like that, it exposed their wonderful arses to his camera. His lens was being given a great view of their pussies, arseholes and arsecheeks.

George took a few photos of this and then stood back to admire the sight before him. It was spectacular, and so very humiliating for them.

He grabbed the oil again, and poured it over the exposed buttocks before him. He watched the trickle of oil run down the slope of their legs, into their hairy pussy cracks, before pooling around their little rosebud arseholes and running down over their arsecheeks. He Ran his hands up and down their thighs, getting them both nice and oily. Then with a hand on each of them he ran his fingertips down into their pussies, dipping his fingers into the oil and working it over their lips and up over and around their little clits. Both of them reacted to the stimulation, and he felt their clits harden as he slowly worked the oil around their little clit-hoods. He traced his fingers down the line of their pussy lips, over the little bit of flesh between pussy and arse, and then down over their defenceless little arseholes. He scooped the oil out from between their legs and liberally applied it to their arsecheeks. He rubbed and fondled them, getting them both nice and oily. He stood back and took some more shots of their shiny flesh, exposed for his admiration and manipulation.

George's cock had been ignored for too long and it was now ready to try and fuck them through his jeans with or without his participation, it didn't care it just wanted some action. He decided he'd better do what it wanted, and unzipped his fly. He fished his hard-on out of his jeans, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze tickling his sensitive flesh.

Moving forwards, he reached into his bag and quickly slipped one of the new condoms he had bought over his erect member. He moved forward and with a smooth movement drove the length of it into Diana's pussy. She let out a satisfied moan, and wriggled in enjoyment, but didn't react further. Her pussy was tight and warm, very enjoyable, and George thought he could really take a liking to this.

George was a virgin and knew he couldn't handle too much stimulation, but he wanted to make sure he got his money's worth, so after a few strokes he pulled out of her and moved over to Joanne. He lined his angry cock head up with her bald pussy lips and pressed himself into her. He felt her lips part and her insides open up for him as his cock made it's way into her. She wasn't a virgin, and George wasn't surprised by this after all the guys she'd been out with to cement her popularity. Her pussy was tighter than her mum's though, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to take much more of that.

He decided to finish with Diana, so he slipped back into her velvety depths and like any normal horny teenager, thrust away like a madman until he began to shoot his load into the condom. After a moment, he pulled back out of her with a big grin on his face. He was winning! He grabbed his camera and took a few shots of her snatch, gaping open and glistening with pussy juice.

He stood up and slid the condom off his cock, and moved to the head of the lounge. He scooped a bit of his come out on his fingers and placed them into her open mouth. Like a baby, she began to suck his fingers and quickly had cleaned them off. He scooped some more out and repeated this until she had emptied the condom, and slurped it all down. As an experiment, he placed his semi-hard cock on her lips and was pleasantly surprised when she quickly devoured it and began to suck expertly on it.

After a few seconds of that he felt his cock spring back to full erection, and he managed to prise it out of her grasp and move back to his bag to fetch another condom.

He wanted to have another crack at Joanne, and obtain his measure of revenge. Rolling the condom on as he walked over, he lined himself up and slid back into her moist, oily depths. She was mewing again as she was obviously enjoying the sensations of having his hardness filling her wet pussy. He slid in and out of her, sometimes he was slow and sensual, other times he was hard and fast almost punishing her for her betrayal. It was during one of those movements that she began to writhe in orgasm. George was surprised as he hadn't even considered that happening, and was intrigued by the sensations of her muscles spasming as she went over the edge.

He was getting ready to come himself, but he wanted one final measure of revenge, so he slipped his cock out of her pussy and lined it up with her little rosebud. He was amazed by the sensation of her arse muscles, as it fought to stop his invasion, it gripped his shaft ever so tightly as he pressed in and forced his way past it. Pressing onwards he managed to slide in as far as he could go, his belly was pressed hard up against her arsecheeks, and his pubic hair was tickling her arse flesh. This was unbelievably tight, and there was no way he was going to last very long. She was moaning in pain now, and this was egging him on even more. He began to thrust into her arse, hard and fast. The sensations were unbelievable as time and time again he forced his way in to invade her rear. He watched a little tear roll down her cheek as he slammed in as deeply as he could and again filled a condom with his hot load of come.

He stayed in position for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her arse trying to reject him, as his cock deflated. He pulled it out with a wet snapping noise, and stood back to grab some shots of her abused arse and pussy as the warm afternoon breeze rustled her moistened pussy hair.

Joanne was covered in sweat from her exertions, and her entire body was glistening. George freed her ankles and lowered her legs back down, releasing her from the awkward position she was in.

He looked back at Diana and wondered if he could make her come too.

He ran inside to her bedroom and went to the bedside table, looking for the device that he and Joanne had found a couple of years ago. At the time they had no idea what it was, but he now knew what it was for.

He found the metallic vibrator hidden under her lacy nightgowns, and quickly headed back out into the yard. He twisted the bottom of it as he moved into position at the foot of the lounge, and as it started buzzing, he slid it into her pussy. She reacted immediately, and gave out a low moan of pleasure. He started to slide it in and out of her, as he got faster it popped out and came into contact with her clit hood, she jerked upwards in response but continued sleeping.

He slid the tip of the vibrator up and down the outside of her pussy lips, up over her clitoral hood, and around it. She was moaning more now, and he slid it back into her moist cunt. He was gaining speed now as he drove it in and out of her like the missile it appeared to be. He knew about what a clit was for and he reached up to hers and began working his fingers around in circles over and around it. This really turned up the volume for her and after a few moments of the combined stimulation she was thrashing in an orgasm. As soon as it faded she lay back with a satisfied smirk on her face, and continued sleeping.

George clicked the vibrator off, and grabbed the second condom off the end of the lounge where he'd left it in his haste.

He moved up and again fed her a nice meal of his come, which she happily slurped down.

He released her feet and lowered her back into a more natural position on the lounge. He took a couple of after photos to complete the set, before packing away his goods.

George returned from the house having hidden the vibrator back in the drawer, and looked down at the two women, again wearing their bikinis and sleeping soundly, just as he had arranged them. God only knows what they would think had happened when they woke up, but there was nothing to link him to this.

George heard the knock at the door, and his mother answered it.

"George could you come down here please love," yelled his mother.

Worriedly George came down the stairs to see Mrs Lane standing a bit sheepishly at the front door.

"Hello Georgie," she said.

"Hello Mrs Lane," he said in anticipation of what was to come next.

"You didn't see anything strange going on in my backyard today did you George?"

"No, I was out at the library all afternoon. Why?"

"Oh n..nothing, we just had some items out of place when we came home this afternoon" she stammered, looking a bit relieved.

George was relieved too, she didn't know he had done anything, she was just worried that he had seen something.

"So are you coming to the Christmas party Diana?" asked his mother as he walked back up stairs, leaving them to chat.

"Yes, we'll be there. Joanna can't make it though," she said, happy to divert the conversation away.

George was ecstatic, they were coming to the Christmas party. He hoped that Mrs Lane would get drunk and pass out like last year, and he could be the good Samaritan and take her home. He would make sure he looked after her properly.

This certainly had been one of the best days of his life, hopefully the party would be even better.

Copyright 2004 Victor Ramierez

victorramierez@hotmail.com

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