Hylas and the Water Nymphs, or the Snowball
after a painting by John William Waterhouse, 1896, which hangs in the Manchester City Gallery


This is a true story.  The names have been changed to protect the innocent, such as they are.

	It should have been a routine Saturday night; boring conversation amongst friends who are connected by the geographic accident of residence or employment.  We were to meet and have dinner with another couple.  Our friend Donna had arranged the evening; she wanted to dress up and go out because her married boyfriend had just been sentenced to twelve years in prison for his role in bringing in a load of cocaine back in the days when doing so was socially acceptable. 
	At least in some circles. 
	Alejandra, my girlfriend of three years, had heard that John and Elizabeth were wild, and wanted to meet them.  Of course, Donna was the source of these opinions. Alex had grown up in an aristocratic environment and was usually prim and proper, but I knew that within her beat the heart of a pure slut.  When she was younger, for example, she had gone to a strip club with a group of Delta airline pilots and started giving table dances after her girlfriend made a bet that she didn't know how. There had been a big argument between John and Elizabeth; they both wanted to get even with each other.  Elizabeth had always been the intelligent one.  She convinced John to marry her on the beach at Key Biscayne because it was the most non-threatening environment she could think of.  The picture of the two of them kissing, she with a bridal veil and a bikini, he wearing black swim trunks and a black bow tie; hangs on the kitchen in their house.
	Elizabeth loves her husband deeply, but she also loves to play.  He loves to play with her because he learned long ago that it's more fun to cheat with her than without her.  
	We agreed to meet at Mark's Las Olas, a restaurant frequented by the trendy sofistos and all those fish who consider themselves important in the small pond of Ft. Lauderdale.  There were no other plans.  By the time Alex and I had arrived the maitre d' was telling everyone that the wait would be over one hour.  The only way to get in would be with a small payment, but Americans are so uncomfortable about bribes unless they can be characterized as  political contributions, and I knew that if I arranged something discreet with the maitre d' that the others would feel uncomfortable.  Elizabeth and John already had obtained a table at the bar with Sharon, Donna, and Rusty, but there was barely enough room for four, never mind six.  Sharon was a blonde haired secretary who wore a sleek spaghetti strapped little black dress.  Rusty's wife was at a conference out of town. Donna wore black spandex pants with a gold embroidered top that showed the tops of her breasts. Elizabeth wore a long formal backless dress with long white gloves, and her short hair was framed by diamond pendant earrings.  The group tried to make room for us at the cramped bar table, but it was almost impossible.  We were all pressed together, and I moved back and forth from the three-deep bar to the table bringing drinks.
	It was one of the first times that I could speak to Elizabeth at length.  Because of the loudness of the music you could only speak to the person next to you.  She had been traveling a lot, and was happy to be home after a sales tour that had taken her throughout the Florida panhandle.  "I went to a country an western bar, " she told me, "and a group of guys wanted to pick me up."  I had really mixed feelings, because I told them that I loved my husband, and that if he was around..., it might have been a different story."
I asked her what she meant and she frankly told me that she was an exhibitionist, but that she only liked to play if her husband was around.
"You don't do this in public?" I asked her.  She answered by asking me why not.  "What kind of situations?" I pressed her.
"Like this one," she answered.
"Here in the restaurant?" 
"Just like here in the restaurant."
	Sharon had just returned from the restroom. The drinks continued to flow to the table.  Elizabeth squatted in front of her and put her hands up Sharon's dress, pulling down her panties. Sharon shrieked, but didn't stop Elizabeth from stuffing them into her purse.  Two guys at the bar watched this, and seeing that we had more women that men at our table, came over to talk.  Elizabeth, of course, was the most voluble.  Meanwhile, Alex and Rusty were chatting away, and I noticed that Alex had finished her third Absolut with cranberry.   
	The strange man introduced himself.  He owned an art gallery down the street.  As Elizabeth and I spoke, he leaned over the table to hear the conversation.  Elizabeth is a very physical person, and she had been touching me--innocently, I suppose--on the leg and on the arm while she explained one point or another.  Soon she was interrogating the newcomer about the kind of art he sold, the names of the artists, and then, without any warning, mentioned her sexual adventures, and how just a few days before, several strange men had almost picked her up in a bar.
"What did you do?" the gallery owner asked. 
"I didn't do anything," she said, "it wasn't like the other time."
	He asked her about the other time, and she explained how two months previously she had gone out with another couple.  "I really love my husband," she told him, "and so I let this other guy fuck me. I know that sounds weird, but that's what happened. If my husband's not there, I won't do anything."
	The gallery owner quickly sized up that her husband was there--how, I'm not precisely sure, for John was paying more attention to Donna and Alex.  Alex was enjoying the attention of two men, and Donna was working her way through her guilt and sorrow about losing her boyfriend.  Not that her situation stopped anyone from offering free advice, as if any of us had lost someone to that kind of horrible civil death--a state in which you're there, but then again, you're not.  I could see that John was feeling one of Alex's legs under the table.  She wore a black miniskirt, and there was a lot of leg to feel.  Rusty had his hand on the other leg, and every now and then, Alex would reach down and move a hand off.  But her defenses were ever less vigorous as the evening continued, and I could hear them saying something about tattoos.
	I saw the gallery owner's hand disappear under the table.  He seemed to be rooting around, somewhere under Elizabeth.
"Do you know where his hand is?" Elizabeth asked.
I shook my head. 
"On my ass."  She gave me a wet smile. Do you know where his finger is?
I shook my head again.
"In my ass."  She interlocked her gloved fingers. The gallery owner smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Elizabeth looked straight at me.  "Do you want to play with us tonight? she asked.
"If that's what you want we should leave now."  I could see that her dress had been brought up to her ass, so that the people at the table behind us could see her, the picture of elegance, with a strange man's finger up her ass.
"We can go to our house," she said, and turning to her friend, who had taken his finger out of her ass to smell it, whispered an apology, took his business card and promised to visit the gallery soon.  We then set off in our cars, with Donna letting John drive the diesel Mercedes which her jailed boyfriend had purchased  for her and which continues to be popular in South Florida.
	Alex kissed John and Rusty good-bye and left the restaurant with me.  "It's OK if we're going to John and Elizabeth's," she told me, "but  I think I need a little more to drink." She had finished at least four cocktails.  We got in the car and drove off to their house, which we had visited only once before. 	
	I don't know how we arrived there before anyone else.  Apparently Donna had told John that she knew of a short cut, but since Donna lived in Dade, not Broward, this was extremely unlikely.  John should have known better than to believe her, but Donna has a forceful personality, and he ended up driving around half of Broward looking for a planned exit that had not yet been built.  Alex and I looked around the house, but all the doors were locked.  There was no way even to enter the backyard, since the wooden gate was locked, and I hardly felt like trying to climb over.  We sat on the trunk of my car, stretched out with our backs on the windshield and waited for them, while looking at the stars. "I really could use another drink," Alex said, and I apologized for not having planned ahead.  "There 's something else I could do for you to help make the time pass," I told her, and she asked me what that was; so I jumped off the trunk, put my head between her legs, pulled her panties to the side and started licking her pussy. Fortunately John and Elizabeth live on a quiet street, and no cars came by, until the rest of our restaurant party drove up, to be treated by the sight of Alex with her miniskirt up around the waist and me licking her clit.
	Elizabeth was the first one out of the car. "We have to get inside," she said, "the neighbors will complain."  I took my tongue off Alex's clit--she wasn't pleased about that--and we all went inside.  I stopped in the bathroom, and when I came out Alex was on John and Elizabeth's bed, with her skirt back up around her waist, presenting her ass and cunt to John, who was standing behind her, applying a temporary tattoo.  He and Rusty were discussing which tattoo would look best on her ass.  He was applying the tattoo to her asscheek, but his hand kept straying to her warm wet cunt.  At first she half-heartedly tried to move the hand away , but then stopped. When I left the room, John had his middle finger up to its root in her cunt. Rusty had sat down next to her, feeling her breasts through her thin top.
	I went outside to find that Elizabeth had disrobed and set the dress code for the party for the rest of the evening.  She had turned the heater on in the hot tub, and had taken a bottle of vodka out of the freezer. The vodka was soon joined by a bottle of champagne, and while Alex and John were still missing in action, Elizabeth, who had taken off her clothes while standing next to the hot tub.  Donna, Sharon and I stood around the hot tub.  "What's Alex doing?" Donna asked. "John and Rusty are trying to give her a tattoo," I replied.  "I have a tattoo," Donna said, 'want to see?" Donna eased her pants over her ass, pulling her panties off along with them, to show us the tattoo on her ass, which was blue and faded.
"I have one too," Elizabeth said, and dropped her gown in a fluid motion to show us the  red rose on her shoulder.   Now only Sharon and I were dressed, and after Elizabeth repeated her admonition of no clothes in the hot tub,  I dropped my pants.  Even though it was a hot, muggy South Florida night, the evening air was cool on my body.  Donna, Sharon and Elizabeth had beaten me to the hot tub, and when they stood up below me, their faces were level with my cock.  It was then that the goddess of lust descended; we all fell to her worship.
	Elizabeth reached out and touched my cock with her hand; with the other she started massaging one of Donna's teats.  Sharon was rubbing each of her breasts with a different hand, and just as I thought Elizabeth would take me in her mouth, Alex came out of the bedroom, still dressed,  after a fashion.  "Isn't anyone going swimming?" she asked, as she took her clothes off, and dove into the pool.
	Elizabeth let go of my cock as John and Rusty came out after Alex. They had stopped in the kitchen to get drinks.  They were both naked.  John came into the hot tub, and planted a kiss on Donna's cheek while a purposeful hand dropped to tease her clit.  "Let's see how bisexual Donna is," Elizabeth said, and while I sat down on the edge of the tub to watch, Elizabeth started sucking on Donna's teat.  Donna made no move to break free, as John continued to massage her clit.  At this point Sharon was lost by herself with eyes closed, letting herself go to the underwater rhythms of the Jacuzzi while vigorously massaging her own clit.    
	In the pool Alex and Rusty were speaking secrets to each other with heads bowed. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was clear to me that Alex didn't want me to hear what they were saying.  I couldn't hear them over the roiling waters of the hot tub  in any case, and then Donna said, 'let's try this, " and broke free from John and Elizabeth, coming to rest in the crook of my left arm.  Elizabeth followed her and I took her into my right arm. I held two naked girls; both of them were giving me a handjob underneath the water, Donna stroking my shaft; Elizabeth cupping and squeezing my balls.  "How do you like this?" Elizabeth asked me.  "Pretty close," I said. John had moved over next to Sharon and was sucking on her breast.  I had my back turned to Alex and Rusty, so I really couldn't see what they were doing.  Sharon had opened her eyes and following Donna's lead, started to give John a handjob under the water.  Things were already moving quickly, but no one cared.
	I went back into the kitchen to get more champagne, leaving John to Sharon, and Donna to Elizabeth.  As I left the hot tub, I walked past the pool to check on Rusty and Alex.  I could see the Miami Dolphins logo painted in bright colors at the bottom of the pool. Donna told me that after the second game of  their perfect season, the team came by to celebrate with the house's previous owner.  After the third victory, someone got the idea that if they didn't party there, they could jinx the streak.  So the house became the official party place for the team, and after the Dolphins won the Superbowl, there was a wild party. Donna told me that one of the Cubans who worked for the team was a babalawo in the santeria religion and had consecrated the pool jointly to Chango and to Yemaya, and that the pool was a place of sex magic.  There was no reason not to believe her, despite the fact that the santeria gods had abandoned her boyfriend to suffering inside a cold jail cell. 
	When I came back outside, Elizabeth was on an inflatable raft in the deep end of the pool. Rusty was hanging onto the raft's side. Alex was by herself in the shallow end. Donna was sitting next to John who was having an argument with Sharon, who seemed less than interested in him.   Donna was reclining, and John, who had more than his share to drink, sweated off some of the alcohol in the hot tub, not all that bothered by Sharon's change of heart.
	Under these circumstances it didn't seem that things were happening in the hot tub, so I went off to the pool and sat down on the tiles near Alex. She swam over between my legs and starting sucking my cock, giving the night its first blowjob.
	Elizabeth saw us and started getting hot, so she rolled off the raft knocking Rusty into the water, and they both swam over to the wall. Rusty got out of the pool and sat at an arm's length away from me, leaning back on his hands while Elizabeth took his cock into her mouth. 
	I sat there on the side of the pool, being deliciously blown by Alex, while Elizabeth worked on Rusty. None of us were feeling any pain. I looked down at Alex into her eyes, and said,
"switch."
	 She removed her mouth from my cock, and the two girls passed each other in the water. Now Elizabeth was in front of me, between my legs, and she wasted no time at all in taking my cock into her mouth.  As she sucked she cupped my balls, and worked her other hand up and down the shaft, taking me deep into her throat.  I looked again over at Alex as she blew Rusty.  We had never done anything like this.  I couldn't tell if she was looking at, or simply being turned on by becoming a nasty slut, sucking off another man and watching another woman suck her own man.  I thought I would up the ante, as Elizabeth looked at me.  "Lick my asshole," I told her, and with her left hand stroking my cock, she put her head down as I lifted up and she licked me.  The feeling was sensational. I looked over and Alex was doing the same thing to Rusty. 
	Elizabeth kept sucking and stroking and on a few occasions I felt myself reaching the edge, but each time I pulled back. Rusty couldn't hold it though, and he took his cock out of Alex's mouth and blasted a load all over her face. This sent me over the edge and Elizabeth clamped down on my cock while I came in her mouth.  Her cheeks were full as she swam over to Alex, kissed her on her open mouth and gave her my load.  After she had passed my cum, she wiped her lips and said, "that's for you," and we watched Alex swallow my cum that Elizabeth had given her.  .
	Rusty and I slid into the pool with the girls.  Across the way I could see John eating Donna's pussy, while Sharon sat by herself. Later I learned that she was upset because her boyfriend hadn't shown up at Mark's, and she didn't want to fuck John.  For Sharon, playing around with Elizabeth was one thing, but fucking John was something she didn't want to do or explain. Donna caressed the top of John's head as he rutted with his tongue between her legs. 
	I went back to the hot tub to sweat off some of the alcohol, and putting my head back, let the waters flow over my chest until they were mixed with sweat.  I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke up I was alone in the hot tub.  People wandered in and out of the house, but I didn't see Alex. Elizabeth was by herself in the middle of the swimming pool on the inflatable raft.  I got out of the hot tub and dove into the pool's cool water.  Coming up for air, I swam over to the raft, where Elizabeth was laying back.
	I put my hand between her legs and stuck a finger up her ass.  It was warm there in the cool waters. I put another finger insider her.  "That was a terrific blowjob," I told her.  Alex came out of the house and saw what I was doing with Elizabeth and jumped into the pool. We both tried to get on the raft with Elizabeth, but the three of us kept falling into the water, so I suggested that we go into the bedroom.  
	When we entered the house, there was a moaning coming from one of the bedrooms, so holding hands we went to see what was happening.  Sharon was on her back with her legs spread around Donna's face, who was lapping at her cunt while Rusty, standing behind Donna, was fucking her.  "It looks like Rusty's recovered," I said, and he smiled, not missing a stroke. Donna couldn't be bothered by our comments, and Sharon was lost in another world.  I thought that John might have been there with them, but he wasn't in the room. I told Rusty that he better not come inside Donna since she stopped taking the pill when her boyfriend went into jail. He told me to shut up.  Elizabeth said, "let's go find John," and we went to  their room.  John was lying on the side of the bed, curled up, and asleep.
	I lay on my back on the bed and Alex knelt before me sucking my cock.  The ceiling fan blew cold air down on us. Elizabeth was kissing me and then all at once my cock was feeling just cold air, and Elizabeth said, I need someone to fuck me, and she straddled me.  Alex was now lying down, watching my cock go in and out of Elizabeth's cunt.  All of the bouncing woke John up, and his hand came across Alex's shoulder to touch a breast, and she shoved her tattooed ass towards him. He started pulling on his cock to get it hard, and there was some shifting, adjustment, tension, and then Alex sighed as John went inside her.  The four of us were fucking on the bed, Elizabeth was riding me mercilessly.  "John, let's switch," I asked him, and Elizabeth got off of me, Alex rolled onto her back and I got between her legs while Elizabeth stayed down on all fours so John could fuck-her doggystyle.  One lip curled up as she closed her eyes; John pounded her vigorously, and I held Alex's ass with my hands holding it above the bed as I fucked her. God, you're cunt's sloppy I said, did John come in you?  Just a little, Sam, no big deal, John said, here's the rest of it, and he blasted into Elizabeth, who then fell forward onto the bed.  John's cumcoated cock hung above her, and he brought it over to Alex who took it into her mouth to clean it.  I kept pounding her until I felt a tongue on my balls--Elizabeth had moved down.  That was too much, I pulled out of Alex and offered my cock to Elizabeth for the second time that evening.  She took the whole load, and then lay on top of Alex, who looked up with her mouth open, and who once again took Elizabeth's cum gift.
	When the hangover wore off I went to the card shop and bought Elizabeth an art postal card which depicted the Waterhouse painting.  Two years later, it is on her refrigerator still.


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Hylas and the Water Nymphs, or the Snowball
after a painting by John William Waterhouse, 1896, which hangs in the
Manchester City Gallery


This is a true story.  The names have been changed to protect the
innocent, such as they are.

	It should have been a routine Saturday night; boring conversation
amongst friends who are connected by the geographic accident of
residence or employment.  We were to meet and have dinner with another
couple.  Our friend Donna had arranged the evening; she wanted to
dress up and go out because her married boyfriend had just been
sentenced to twelve years in prison for his role in bringing in a load
of cocaine back in the days when doing so was socially acceptable. 
	At least in some circles. 
	Alejandra, my girlfriend of three years, had heard that John and
Elizabeth were wild, and wanted to meet them.  Of course, Donna was
the source of these opinions. Alex had grown up in an aristocratic
environment and was usually prim and proper, but I knew that within
her beat the heart of a pure slut.  When she was younger, for example,
she had gone to a strip club with a group of Delta airline pilots and
started giving table dances after her girlfriend made a bet that she
didn't know how. There had been a big argument between John and
Elizabeth; they both wanted to get even with each other.  Elizabeth
had always been the intelligent one.  She convinced John to marry her
on the beach at Key Biscayne because it was the most non-threatening
environment she could think of.  The picture of the two of them
kissing, she with a bridal veil and a bikini, he wearing black swim
trunks and a black bow tie; hangs on the kitchen in their house.
	Elizabeth loves her husband deeply, but she also loves to play.  He
loves to play with her because he learned long ago that it's more fun
to cheat with her than without her.  
	We agreed to meet at Mark's Las Olas, a restaurant frequented by the
trendy sofistos and all those fish who consider themselves important
in the small pond of Ft. Lauderdale.  There were no other plans.  By
the time Alex and I had arrived the maitre d' was telling everyone
that the wait would be over one hour.  The only way to get in would be
with a small payment, but Americans are so uncomfortable about bribes
unless they can be characterized as  political contributions, and I
knew that if I arranged something discreet with the maitre d' that the
others would feel uncomfortable.  Elizabeth and John already had
obtained a table at the bar with Sharon, Donna, and Rusty, but there
was barely enough room for four, never mind six.  Sharon was a blonde
haired secretary who wore a sleek spaghetti strapped little black
dress.  Rusty's wife was at a conference out of town. Donna wore black
spandex pants with a gold embroidered top that showed the tops of her
breasts. Elizabeth wore a long formal backless dress with long white
gloves, and her short hair was framed by diamond pendant earrings.
The group tried to make room for us at the cramped bar table, but it
was almost impossible.  We were all pressed together, and I moved back
and forth from the three-deep bar to the table bringing drinks.
	It was one of the first times that I could speak to Elizabeth at
length.  Because of the loudness of the music you could only speak to
the person next to you.  She had been traveling a lot, and was happy
to be home after a sales tour that had taken her throughout the
Florida panhandle.  "I went to a country an western bar, " she told
me, "and a group of guys wanted to pick me up."  I had really mixed
feelings, because I told them that I loved my husband, and that if he
was around..., it might have been a different story."
I asked her what she meant and she frankly told me that she was an
exhibitionist, but that she only liked to play if her husband was
around.
"You don't do this in public?" I asked her.  She answered by asking me
why not.  "What kind of situations?" I pressed her.
"Like this one," she answered.
"Here in the restaurant?" 
"Just like here in the restaurant."
	Sharon had just returned from the restroom. The drinks continued to
flow to the table.  Elizabeth squatted in front of her and put her
hands up Sharon's dress, pulling down her panties. Sharon shrieked,
but didn't stop Elizabeth from stuffing them into her purse.  Two guys
at the bar watched this, and seeing that we had more women that men at
our table, came over to talk.  Elizabeth, of course, was the most
voluble.  Meanwhile, Alex and Rusty were chatting away, and I noticed
that Alex had finished her third Absolut with cranberry.   
	The strange man introduced himself.  He owned an art gallery down the
street.  As Elizabeth and I spoke, he leaned over the table to hear
the conversation.  Elizabeth is a very physical person, and she had
been touching me--innocently, I suppose--on the leg and on the arm
while she explained one point or another.  Soon she was interrogating
the newcomer about the kind of art he sold, the names of the artists,
and then, without any warning, mentioned her sexual adventures, and
how just a few days before, several strange men had almost picked her
up in a bar.
"What did you do?" the gallery owner asked. 
"I didn't do anything," she said, "it wasn't like the other time."
	He asked her about the other time, and she explained how two months
previously she had gone out with another couple.  "I really love my
husband," she told him, "and so I let this other guy fuck me. I know
that sounds weird, but that's what happened. If my husband's not
there, I won't do anything."
	The gallery owner quickly sized up that her husband was there--how,
I'm not precisely sure, for John was paying more attention to Donna
and Alex.  Alex was enjoying the attention of two men, and Donna was
working her way through her guilt and sorrow about losing her
boyfriend.  Not that her situation stopped anyone from offering free
advice, as if any of us had lost someone to that kind of horrible
civil death--a state in which you're there, but then again, you're
not.  I could see that John was feeling one of Alex's legs under the
table.  She wore a black miniskirt, and there was a lot of leg to
feel.  Rusty had his hand on the other leg, and every now and then,
Alex would reach down and move a hand off.  But her defenses were ever
less vigorous as the evening continued, and I could hear them saying
something about tattoos.
	I saw the gallery owner's hand disappear under the table.  He seemed
to be rooting around, somewhere under Elizabeth.
"Do you know where his hand is?" Elizabeth asked.
I shook my head. 
"On my ass."  She gave me a wet smile. Do you know where his finger
is?
I shook my head again.
"In my ass."  She interlocked her gloved fingers. The gallery owner
smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Elizabeth looked straight at me.
"Do you want to play with us tonight? she asked.
"If that's what you want we should leave now."  I could see that her
dress had been brought up to her ass, so that the people at the table
behind us could see her, the picture of elegance, with a strange man's
finger up her ass.
"We can go to our house," she said, and turning to her friend, who had
taken his finger out of her ass to smell it, whispered an apology,
took his business card and promised to visit the gallery soon.  We
then set off in our cars, with Donna letting John drive the diesel
Mercedes which her jailed boyfriend had purchased  for her and which
continues to be popular in South Florida.
	Alex kissed John and Rusty good-bye and left the restaurant with me.
"It's OK if we're going to John and Elizabeth's," she told me, "but  I
think I need a little more to drink." She had finished at least four
cocktails.  We got in the car and drove off to their house, which we
had visited only once before. 	
	I don't know how we arrived there before anyone else.  Apparently
Donna had told John that she knew of a short cut, but since Donna
lived in Dade, not Broward, this was extremely unlikely.  John should
have known better than to believe her, but Donna has a forceful
personality, and he ended up driving around half of Broward looking
for a planned exit that had not yet been built.  Alex and I looked
around the house, but all the doors were locked.  There was no way
even to enter the backyard, since the wooden gate was locked, and I
hardly felt like trying to climb over.  We sat on the trunk of my car,
stretched out with our backs on the windshield and waited for them,
while looking at the stars. "I really could use another drink," Alex
said, and I apologized for not having planned ahead.  "There 's
something else I could do for you to help make the time pass," I told
her, and she asked me what that was; so I jumped off the trunk, put my
head between her legs, pulled her panties to the side and started
licking her pussy. Fortunately John and Elizabeth live on a quiet
street, and no cars came by, until the rest of our restaurant party
drove up, to be treated by the sight of Alex with her miniskirt up
around the waist and me licking her clit.
	Elizabeth was the first one out of the car. "We have to get inside,"
she said, "the neighbors will complain."  I took my tongue off Alex's
clit--she wasn't pleased about that--and we all went inside.  I
stopped in the bathroom, and when I came out Alex was on John and
Elizabeth's bed, with her skirt back up around her waist, presenting
her ass and cunt to John, who was standing behind her, applying a
temporary tattoo.  He and Rusty were discussing which tattoo would
look best on her ass.  He was applying the tattoo to her asscheek, but
his hand kept straying to her warm wet cunt.  At first she
half-heartedly tried to move the hand away , but then stopped. When I
left the room, John had his middle finger up to its root in her cunt.
Rusty had sat down next to her, feeling her breasts through her thin
top.
	I went outside to find that Elizabeth had disrobed and set the dress
code for the party for the rest of the evening.  She had turned the
heater on in the hot tub, and had taken a bottle of vodka out of the
freezer. The vodka was soon joined by a bottle of champagne, and while
Alex and John were still missing in action, Elizabeth, who had taken
off her clothes while standing next to the hot tub.  Donna, Sharon and
I stood around the hot tub.  "What's Alex doing?" Donna asked. "John
and Rusty are trying to give her a tattoo," I replied.  "I have a
tattoo," Donna said, 'want to see?" Donna eased her pants over her
ass, pulling her panties off along with them, to show us the tattoo on
her ass, which was blue and faded.
"I have one too," Elizabeth said, and dropped her gown in a fluid
motion to show us the  red rose on her shoulder.   Now only Sharon and
I were dressed, and after Elizabeth repeated her admonition of no
clothes in the hot tub,  I dropped my pants.  Even though it was a
hot, muggy South Florida night, the evening air was cool on my body.
Donna, Sharon and Elizabeth had beaten me to the hot tub, and when
they stood up below me, their faces were level with my cock.  It was
then that the goddess of lust descended; we all fell to her worship.
	Elizabeth reached out and touched my cock with her hand; with the
other she started massaging one of Donna's teats.  Sharon was rubbing
each of her breasts with a different hand, and just as I thought
Elizabeth would take me in her mouth, Alex came out of the bedroom,
still dressed,  after a fashion.  "Isn't anyone going swimming?" she
asked, as she took her clothes off, and dove into the pool.
	Elizabeth let go of my cock as John and Rusty came out after Alex.
They had stopped in the kitchen to get drinks.  They were both naked.
John came into the hot tub, and planted a kiss on Donna's cheek while
a purposeful hand dropped to tease her clit.  "Let's see how bisexual
Donna is," Elizabeth said, and while I sat down on the edge of the tub
to watch, Elizabeth started sucking on Donna's teat.  Donna made no
move to break free, as John continued to massage her clit.  At this
point Sharon was lost by herself with eyes closed, letting herself go
to the underwater rhythms of the Jacuzzi while vigorously massaging
her own clit.    
	In the pool Alex and Rusty were speaking secrets to each other with
heads bowed. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was clear
to me that Alex didn't want me to hear what they were saying.  I
couldn't hear them over the roiling waters of the hot tub  in any
case, and then Donna said, 'let's try this, " and broke free from John
and Elizabeth, coming to rest in the crook of my left arm.  Elizabeth
followed her and I took her into my right arm. I held two naked girls;
both of them were giving me a handjob underneath the water, Donna
stroking my shaft; Elizabeth cupping and squeezing my balls.  "How do
you like this?" Elizabeth asked me.  "Pretty close," I said. John had
moved over next to Sharon and was sucking on her breast.  I had my
back turned to Alex and Rusty, so I really couldn't see what they were
doing.  Sharon had opened her eyes and following Donna's lead, started
to give John a handjob under the water.  Things were already moving
quickly, but no one cared.
	I went back into the kitchen to get more champagne, leaving John to
Sharon, and Donna to Elizabeth.  As I left the hot tub, I walked past
the pool to check on Rusty and Alex.  I could see the Miami Dolphins
logo painted in bright colors at the bottom of the pool. Donna told me
that after the second game of  their perfect season, the team came by
to celebrate with the house's previous owner.  After the third
victory, someone got the idea that if they didn't party there, they
could jinx the streak.  So the house became the official party place
for the team, and after the Dolphins won the Superbowl, there was a
wild party. Donna told me that one of the Cubans who worked for the
team was a babalawo in the santeria religion and had consecrated the
pool jointly to Chango and to Yemaya, and that the pool was a place of
sex magic.  There was no reason not to believe her, despite the fact
that the santeria gods had abandoned her boyfriend to suffering inside
a cold jail cell. 
	When I came back outside, Elizabeth was on an inflatable raft in the
deep end of the pool. Rusty was hanging onto the raft's side. Alex was
by herself in the shallow end. Donna was sitting next to John who was
having an argument with Sharon, who seemed less than interested in
him.   Donna was reclining, and John, who had more than his share to
drink, sweated off some of the alcohol in the hot tub, not all that
bothered by Sharon's change of heart.
	Under these circumstances it didn't seem that things were happening in
the hot tub, so I went off to the pool and sat down on the tiles near
Alex. She swam over between my legs and starting sucking my cock,
giving the night its first blowjob.
	Elizabeth saw us and started getting hot, so she rolled off the raft
knocking Rusty into the water, and they both swam over to the wall.
Rusty got out of the pool and sat at an arm's length away from me,
leaning back on his hands while Elizabeth took his cock into her
mouth. 
	I sat there on the side of the pool, being deliciously blown by Alex,
while Elizabeth worked on Rusty. None of us were feeling any pain. I
looked down at Alex into her eyes, and said,
"switch."
	 She removed her mouth from my cock, and the two girls passed each
other in the water. Now Elizabeth was in front of me, between my legs,
and she wasted no time at all in taking my cock into her mouth.  As
she sucked she cupped my balls, and worked her other hand up and down
the shaft, taking me deep into her throat.  I looked again over at
Alex as she blew Rusty.  We had never done anything like this.  I
couldn't tell if she was looking at, or simply being turned on by
becoming a nasty slut, sucking off another man and watching another
woman suck her own man.  I thought I would up the ante, as Elizabeth
looked at me.  "Lick my asshole," I told her, and with her left hand
stroking my cock, she put her head down as I lifted up and she licked
me.  The feeling was sensational. I looked over and Alex was doing the
same thing to Rusty. 
	Elizabeth kept sucking and stroking and on a few occasions I felt
myself reaching the edge, but each time I pulled back. Rusty couldn't
hold it though, and he took his cock out of Alex's mouth and blasted a
load all over her face. This sent me over the edge and Elizabeth
clamped down on my cock while I came in her mouth.  Her cheeks were
full as she swam over to Alex, kissed her on her open mouth and gave
her my load.  After she had passed my cum, she wiped her lips and
said, "that's for you," and we watched Alex swallow my cum that
Elizabeth had given her.  .
	Rusty and I slid into the pool with the girls.  Across the way I could
see John eating Donna's pussy, while Sharon sat by herself. Later I
learned that she was upset because her boyfriend hadn't shown up at
Mark's, and she didn't want to fuck John.  For Sharon, playing around
with Elizabeth was one thing, but fucking John was something she
didn't want to do or explain. Donna caressed the top of John's head as
he rutted with his tongue between her legs. 
	I went back to the hot tub to sweat off some of the alcohol, and
putting my head back, let the waters flow over my chest until they
were mixed with sweat.  I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke up
I was alone in the hot tub.  People wandered in and out of the house,
but I didn't see Alex. Elizabeth was by herself in the middle of the
swimming pool on the inflatable raft.  I got out of the hot tub and
dove into the pool's cool water.  Coming up for air, I swam over to
the raft, where Elizabeth was laying back.
	I put my hand between her legs and stuck a finger up her ass.  It was
warm there in the cool waters. I put another finger insider her.
"That was a terrific blowjob," I told her.  Alex came out of the house
and saw what I was doing with Elizabeth and jumped into the pool. We
both tried to get on the raft with Elizabeth, but the three of us kept
falling into the water, so I suggested that we go into the bedroom.  
	When we entered the house, there was a moaning coming from one of the
bedrooms, so holding hands we went to see what was happening.  Sharon
was on her back with her legs spread around Donna's face, who was
lapping at her cunt while Rusty, standing behind Donna, was fucking
her.  "It looks like Rusty's recovered," I said, and he smiled, not
missing a stroke. Donna couldn't be bothered by our comments, and
Sharon was lost in another world.  I thought that John might have been
there with them, but he wasn't in the room. I told Rusty that he
better not come inside Donna since she stopped taking the pill when
her boyfriend went into jail. He told me to shut up.  Elizabeth said,
"let's go find John," and we went to  their room.  John was lying on
the side of the bed, curled up, and asleep.
	I lay on my back on the bed and Alex knelt before me sucking my cock.
The ceiling fan blew cold air down on us. Elizabeth was kissing me and
then all at once my cock was feeling just cold air, and Elizabeth
said, I need someone to fuck me, and she straddled me.  Alex was now
lying down, watching my cock go in and out of Elizabeth's cunt.  All
of the bouncing woke John up, and his hand came across Alex's shoulder
to touch a breast, and she shoved her tattooed ass towards him. He
started pulling on his cock to get it hard, and there was some
shifting, adjustment, tension, and then Alex sighed as John went
inside her.  The four of us were fucking on the bed, Elizabeth was
riding me mercilessly.  "John, let's switch," I asked him, and
Elizabeth got off of me, Alex rolled onto her back and I got between
her legs while Elizabeth stayed down on all fours so John could
fuck-her doggystyle.  One lip curled up as she closed her eyes; John
pounded her vigorously, and I held Alex's ass with my hands holding it
above the bed as I fucked her. God, you're cunt's sloppy I said, did
John come in you?  Just a little, Sam, no big deal, John said, here's
the rest of it, and he blasted into Elizabeth, who then fell forward
onto the bed.  John's cumcoated cock hung above her, and he brought it
over to Alex who took it into her mouth to clean it.  I kept pounding
her until I felt a tongue on my balls--Elizabeth had moved down.  That
was too much, I pulled out of Alex and offered my cock to Elizabeth
for the second time that evening.  She took the whole load, and then
lay on top of Alex, who looked up with her mouth open, and who once
again took Elizabeth's cum gift.
	When the hangover wore off I went to the card shop and bought
Elizabeth an art postal card which depicted the Waterhouse painting.
Two years later, it is on her refrigerator still.




