Part Two


Chapter 1


On Tuesday morning, Robbie again dropped the girls off for the summer activities at school while he took care of a few more business issues, stopping back to pick them up just a little before 2:00.  Telling them he again had a couple of hours of work to do in his study, he left them on their own, which of course meant after dashing upstairs to change and grab towels, lotion and other essentials they promptly headed for the pool, where they repeated their quest for an all-over tan from the day before .

As they were finishing dinner, Lindsey told the others that Grammie Morse had called her today at work with the bad news that Grandpa Morse had been hospitalized after suffering a severe heart attack.  Doctors weren't certain whether he was going to pull through.  "Trey, I've made reservations on the first flight in the morning, for you and I to go stay with Gram and, hopefully, be able to visit with Grampa as he gets better.  But just in case he doesn't, I want us to be there."

A tearful Trey could barely speak.  "Oh Mom.  Is Grampa going to be okay?"

"I don't know, Baby Girl, and that's why I think it's important for us to go."

Quietly weeping, Trey rose from her chair, went over and hugged her mom, finally burying her face in Lindsey's lap, sounding for all the world to be in abject misery.  

Robbie, feeling helpless, knew this was something that Trey and Lindsey would have to get through together, although he was steadfast in his resolve to support them in any way possible.  He knew how important the senior `Morses' had been to Lindsey, providing her first taste of a truly loving, caring family when she first met Mark, and the absolute lifeboat they had been to both Lindsey and Trey when Mark had been killed.

Showing a hidden strength, Lindsey picked Trey up into her arms and carried her into the family room where she sat with a still whimpering Trey on her lap, softly stroking her hair and cooing words of comfort and hope.

Robbie and Kat, left to themselves in the kitchen, quietly got everything cleaned up and put away, and then they both joined the others on the couch, not knowing what to say, but wanting to be with them.

"I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

"Thanks, Robbie.  That will be a big help."

"Can I ride with you?  With Trey?"  Kat begged, as Trey turned around to her and began crying on Kat's shoulder.

"Sure you can, hon."

"Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?  I'm so scared and sad."

Robbie immediately offered, "that'll be fine.  I'll stretch out down here."

"Noooo," Trey tearfully wailed, "I want you to be with us, too, Robbie."

Lindsey quietly nodded her reassurance to him.

"And Kat, too?"

"And Kat, too, you pooooor, poooor, thing."  Now Lindsey was tenderly teasing her, "It's a good thing Robbie has such a big bed!"

And so, for the second night in a row, they all four slept together.  Although, there wasn't quite as much fun and pleasure as they'd had the night before.



As Robbie drove to the airport in the morning, he asked Lindsey, "Should I have Kat tell the other girls that the pool party is off for this weekend?"

"No.  Don't do anything yet.  I have no idea how long we'll be staying.  It might only be for a couple of days."


None of them had gotten much sleep last night since Trey had been tossing and turning all night long as thoughts and worries about her grandfather were disturbing her sleep, so when Kat asked Robbie on the way home if she could stay home and rest today instead of going to school, he told her that would be fine.

When they got home, Kat immediately went upstairs to put on a swimsuit and grabbed the lotion and a towel.  On the way out to the pool, she asked Robbie if he could oil up her back, since Trey wasn't there.

They stepped out onto the patio and Robbie surprised Kat by saying, "Hey Dusty, how are you boy?"

She followed his gaze and saw he was speaking to a very handsome dog standing off at the edge of the patio, warily wagging his tail.  "Oh look!  He's beautiful!  Where'd he come from," Kat asked?

"He's a three-year old shepherd - collie mix, belongs to some neighbors that live about a half mile through the woods over there.  Dusty is smart as a whip.  It didn't take him long at all to figure out that I'm usually home during the day, so if he's lonely, he'll wander over and see what's going on over here.  Come on, Dusty.  Come and introduce yourself to Kat."

The strikingly colored animal bounded over and immediately started making friends with the girl.  While Dusty and Kat got acquainted, Robbie slopped a generous coating of tanning lotion across her shoulders and rubbed it thoroughly across her back. "Are you planning to try for more `all-over' tanning today, Kat?  If so, I'll need to coat the areas under where the straps are, too, you know."  As Kat simply nodded in approval, he went ahead and removed the top of her suit and did a quick job of coating the rest of her back, figuring that if she decided to remove the bottoms later, she should be able to get to those areas with the lotion by herself.

"All set?"  Kat nodded.  "Okay.  I'll be working for a couple of hours in my study in case you need anything.  Now remember, since you're out here by yourself, no going into the pool.  If you feel like you want to jump in and cool off, I can probably take a break in an hour or so and come out and join you for a dip."

"No, I just want to get some more sun, Robbie.  I'll be fine.  Dusty will keep me company," as she scratched the young dog under his chin.  "Dusty's tail thumped against the pool deck in absolute approval.


When Robbie went into the kitchen about a half hour later to start another pot of coffee, he glanced out the window over the sink to see Kat laying on her back, eyes closed, one knee raised and languidly waving back and forth.  Dusty's chin was resting on her tummy, Kat's hand slowly scratching between his ears, both of them the perfect picture of contentment.  Robbie did notice that Kat had gone ahead and divested herself of the rest of her swimsuit, but appeared to be well oiled.  He thought it looked like she was beginning to doze off.

When he returned to the kitchen about fifteen minutes later to pour himself a cup from the fresh pot of coffee, he again glanced out to check on Kat and found that Dusty had moved, now lying on his belly between her legs.  As Robbie watched, he saw Dusty's long tongue reach out and lap up through the crease between Kat's legs, but the dog appeared to be   ....   aware, somehow, and was being very gentle, licking deliberately, unhurried, as Kat continued to lay back, eyes closed, seemingly in peaceful sleep.

`Hmmm.  Now this is interesting,' Robbie thought to himself, deciding to perch on the counter next to the sink to drink his coffee so he could keep an eye on the proceedings. 

Over the next few minutes, Dusty started to pick up the pace, his tongue more quickly diving in, slobbering through the spread outer lips.  Though her eyes remained closed, Kat's head shifted jerkily back and forth, her restful sleep, pleasurable dreams being disturbed.  Primitive instincts had her pelvis beginning to shift up, jutting out, receptive to the pleasures being transmitted.

Quietly cranking open the jalousie window over the sink, Robbie could now hear an occasional moan.  Kat had stretched her hands down to grasp the sides of Dusty's head, pulling him more tightly into her thrusting quim.  "Oh Trey.  Trey!  That's so good, Trey. Uuhhhmmm.  Oh Trey!"   Now Robbie was certain that Kat was dreaming, not aware who or what it really was, providing her such pleasant dreams, but he didn't expect that to remain the case for much longer, as she was becoming more animated, more frantic with the flames being stoked between her thighs.

Sure enough, with a loud moan, Kat's hips were lifted off the deck, her pelvis hanging in the air suspended for nearly a full minute.  Then with another, final grunt, her butt dropped back down.  Shaking her head as if to clear cobwebs, she was muttering, "Oh Trey, Trey Trey!"  Eyes fluttering open, she looked down and for the first time realized that the tongue that still swathed her crotch belonged not to Trey, but to Dusty.

"Oh my God.  Oh my God!"  Kat was trying to keep her voice under tight control, not wanting to draw anyone else's attention to what had been happening to her, (unaware of Robbie's silent observations,) her entire face flushing an almost brilliant scarlet color.

One shaking hand continued to pet Dusty's head, "good doggie.  Good dog." While she stretched her other arm out behind her, sitting up.  Then, without a thought to the consequences (who would?) she turned over on her knees, reaching over to the end of the nearby lounge chair to grab her towel and boost herself up.

Dusty though, had other ideas.  As she turned away, presenting her rump, he quickly climbed onto her back, front paws grabbing around her waist, dancing his hind legs forward in preparation of mating.  Kat, still oblivious to his intent and her imminent danger, thought Dusty was simply playing, so her only initial reaction was to scold him.  "No Dusty.  Down boy.  I have to go in now, Dusty.  Let me up."

But Kat was now being poked.  Prodded by something that was pushing against her butt, seeming to dig right into the crack between the cheeks of her ass, slipping down and now sliding along the groove between her legs, which was still well soaked with doggie saliva and her own natural juices. 

Dusty seemed to be bumping up against her from behind, his front legs firmly gripping her around her waist. "Down Dusty.  Down boy.  I have to go in nowww, " Kat continued, sounding almost as if she was pleading with him for understanding.  But he didn't let go, and she now felt something, something pointed actually probing into the hole between her legs.

She still wasn't completely sure what was happening, but she was beginning to have a good idea as Dusty's back legs seemed to skip, hunching himself forward and shoving his prick home into Kat's pussy.  "OHHH!  DUSTYYY!"

Hearing her yelp, Robbie decided he should head out to see if she wanted his assistance to end the mating that Dusty had initiated.  By the time he arrived and knelt down beside Kat, she was emitting steady grunting sounds in perfect rhythm with Dusty's now frantic humping.

"Kat! Kat!  Are you okay, Kat?  I'll pull him off you, Sweetheart.  It'll be all right."

Kat continued grunting in syncopation with Dusty's thrusts.  Robbie could barely make out that between the guttural moans, she was trying to form words.  "Lea-lea-leave him, Rob-Rob-Robbie. I-I-I'll be o-o-okayyyy.  Unngghhh!"

Dusty's hindquarters were heaving now, thrusting at an impossible speed, and Kat's accompanying moans were constant.  `Ungh -  ungh -  ungh.  Oh God.  Oh God  Oh God.  Ungh - ungh - ungh.  Oh- oh -oh - OHH-  OOOOHHHHH GODDDDDD!"

Kat was ready to collapse and still Dusty kept pile driving into her.  Robbie slid himself in front of her so she'd have something to hang onto, some kind of support while the frenzied dog pressed on with his relentless attack.

Three more times Kat appeared to cascade into all consuming orgasms and Robbie was concerned that she wouldn't be able to withstand any more when Dusty clamped still tighter, pistoning his hind-quarters with lightning rapidity until his canine weapon fired his seed up into the now overwhelmed girl.

Robbie saw the dripping tool as it slipped out of Kat when Dusty jumped off of her back.  He thought it was sheer luck that the dog had not managed to knot with her, and hoped no permanent damage had been done.  An exhausted Kat simply collapsed on him, and he decided it would be best to let her rest right where she was for a few minutes before taking her into the house to clean her up.

It was a few minutes before Kat began to stir.  When she did, Robbie quietly bent down and asked, "Are you okay, Sweetheart?"

"Ummm."  She stretched out a little bit.  "I think so."


"Gee, I feel kind of insulted."  Kat looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes.  "I mean, Dusty has never been that friendly with me, before."  He smiled as he bent over and tenderly kissed her cheek.  "Well that was quite a surprise, huh?"

"Mmm," She said quietly.  "I didn't know  ....   I mean I was resting my eyes.  I guess I dozed off, and then I was having a real nice dream, and the next thing I knew, Dusty was all over me."

"Did he hurt you, Sweetheart?"

"No, not really.  It was more of a surprise than anything else.  But then, well then, oh, this is so embarrassing ..."


"You mean, it's embarrassing because it really started to feel good?"

Kat silently nodded her head, yes.

"Yeah, I could kind`a tell.  Especially when you didn't want me to try to stop him.   So, how are you feeling now, Sweetheart?  That was kind of intense for your first time of really having sex, not to mention a little bit strange, that your first time was with a dog."

"Yeah, I guess it is a little strange. I never would have imagined that my first time with a boy, would be with a boy dog!  But at least Dusty is a handsome dog."

"Yes he is, and a lucky one, too!  You didn't answer me.  Do you feel okay?"

"Mmmm, I think I'm a little bit sore.  Down there."

"I'm not surprised.  I'd expect you to be a little bit sore, and a little bit stiff after an experience like that.  You know, Trey and I have come up with a treatment for those symptoms that she says works pretty well.  It starts off with a nice warm relaxing bubble bath in my big whirlpool tub, followed up by a nice all over massage.  What do you think?"

"Ooohh, that sounds nice," Kat replied, and Robbie picked her up and carried her upstairs and into the big bathroom.   

Unsure of whether or not Kat would be able to deal with any additional sexual penetration after her interlude with Dusty, once she had spent plenty of time in the warm whirlpool, Robbie carried her in and stretched her out on his massage table to give her a full, relaxing massage.

Using plenty of oil and making sure that the stimulation pads beneath her chest and pelvis were set at their lowest levels, Robbie used all of his skills to give Kat the most relaxing, soothing yet sensual massage he knew how to do.  He limited his work on her inner thighs to simply making certain that he worked out any lingering soreness and, though he did work his fingers around the outside of her vaginal area, he rubbed only enough to be sure that she wasn't experiencing any discomfort.

 

Chapter 2

When it was time for bed, Kat asked Robbie if she could sleep in his bed, since Trey's room felt so lonely.  Robbie welcomed her into bed with him, letting her head rest on his chest as she fell into a deep peaceful sleep.  
Several hours later, Robbie awakened to a gentle thrusting sensation, discovering that in their sleep, he and Kat had taken up the natural and comfortable spoon position, with his top arm loosely draped over her tummy.  What had awakened him was Kat quietly humping her rump back against his midsection.  

Although only half erect, apparently his cock still provided enough stimulation that in her sleep, Kat was attempting to rub herself against him.  Gently, trying not to fully awaken her, Robbie lifted Kat's upper leg and pulled it back to rest across his upper leg, so that his stiffening shaft would provide more direct stimulation against her crease.

Kat was wearing another one of the `baby-doll' nighties with sheer silky bottoms, and Robbie, as usual, had on only a loose pair of nylon jogging shorts which he pushed down far enough to free his cock, so Kat's gentle humping soon had Robbie's now fully erect shaft sliding back and forth through her rapidly dampening and increasingly slick crease.

As the pace of her thrusts and her breathing quickened, Robbie heard Kat faintly murmuring, "good doggie.  Good Dusty."  Robbie simply let Kat enjoy her wet dream as she masturbated both of them with her undulating pelvis.  He had just begun to spurt his release when he felt Kat shiver and freeze up for just a moment before again relaxing and returning to a slow, gentle rhythm.

Robbie didn't know whether Kat had any further wet dreams that night, or himself for that matter;  he just hoped she wouldn't be too upset by finding the sticky mess between her legs upon awakening this morning. 

She didn't appear to be.  While Robbie had another couple of hours of work to do in his study in the morning, he told her that he'd join her outside in the afternoon so they could both enjoy the pool.  Kat spent the morning catching some more sun.  And, although Robbie didn't actually see them this time, he suspected that Kat and Dusty enjoyed another mating.  

In the kitchen to refresh his cup of coffee, he glanced outside and saw Kat reclining on her back with Dusty's head resting on her stomach.  She was lazily scratching him between his ears, and Robbie couldn't help noticing the flushed appearance and the slight satisfied smile. Plus, she was now wearing the bottom of her swimsuit, which he knew she had removed when she had first gone out.

Before heading back to his study, Robbie stuck his head out and asked, "everything set, Kat?  You need anything?"

""No, thanks Robbie.  I'm fine.  Everything is just fine," Kat responded rather dreamily, without really even lifting her head to look at him.

"Hmmm.  Methinks Kat has found herself a boyfriend.  Or at the very least, a `fuck-buddy', Robbie mused to himself as he returned to work.


Robbie and Lindsey spoke by phone each evening, so she could give him an update on her father-in-law's condition (Trey's Grandfather) and on when they'd be returning.  He wanted to know whether he should cancel the pool party that was now only a couple of days away, but Lindsey told him to wait.  Mr. Morse seemed to be doing much better, and they might be able to come home by Friday. 


It turned out that Mr. Morse was allowed to return home on Friday, so Lindsey and Trey planned to return to their new house on Saturday, after making sure that Grammy Morse would be all right taking care of him.  Lindsey told Robbie to go ahead with the party on Friday, and she and Trey would join them when they got back into town on Saturday.






It was about 2:00 pm on Friday when Robbie picked up Kat and the other four girls for the long weekend pool-party and sleepover.  He was surprised to find that the girls seemed to be much more animated now than they had been when they all attended Trey's birthday party just a couple of months ago.

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(Robbie would come to appreciate Trey's judgment about people, especially when it came to choosing friends.  When he had first met these girls, he had wondered how Trey, the high-spirited, life-loving girl he had come to love would have any thing in common with the solemn, serious girls he had met at that event.  

It turns out that when Trey and her mom had moved into town and Trey first started attending her new school, her classmates didn't know what to make of her.  She was vibrant and dynamic in a way that the other kids had never seen before.  But it didn't take long for the rest of the students to want to learn what it was about Trey that made her stand out.  

There were a total of about 350 students that attended the church / school, grades one through twelve, each grade having between thirty and thirty-five students, evenly split between boys and girls.  The five girls Trey had befriended included two, Kat and Danni in the next grade above her, eighth, Angie and Lisa who were both entering seventh grade with Trey, and Stephanie who was just entering sixth grade. 

Trey somehow seemed to have a natural instinct about choosing her friends, as her `bestest friend in the whole world, Kat' had proven.  These other four girls, too were all standing at the precipice of womanhood and harboring deeply rooted desires to break free of the shackles that had constrained their behavior over the years as they'd grown up in the confining atmosphere of their church / school. The other four girls too had also noted a major change in Kat's `character' since she'd stayed with Trey for two weeks earlier in the summer.  She was more confident and outgoing, she just seemed more `alive'.

They didn't know exactly what it was, but they wanted to be more like Trey and Kat themselves.  When Kat had been speaking with them about the pool party and sleepover earlier this week, she had told them that if they really wanted to `grow up', to gain the kind of joyful love of life that appealed to them, they should prepare themselves and be open to some new experiences this weekend when they came to the sleepover.)


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The first major shock the girls had to deal with was when Kat suggested they may want to shed the full-coverage, one-piece bathing suits they had brought with them and instead try out some of the suits that Trey and Kat had been modeling for Robbie. But after another discussion about how they had all expressed a desire to stretch out and discover life outside of their to-date very restrictive upbringing, all four girls began to carefully sort though the variety of swimsuits, each girl finally settling on her choice.

The simple acts of choosing and donning the daring, revealing bikinis was by itself exciting enough that each of the girls was sporting visibly erect nipples by the time they clustered together out on the pool deck.  The girls included Stephanie, the youngest at 11 ½;  Angela, 12 ½;  Lisa, also 12 ½; and Danni, who had turned 13 at the beginning of the month.

Since there were now a total of five girls who were going to be in and around the pool, Robbie thought it was important for him to be right outside to make sure none of the girls got into any difficulty (not that he considered it an unpleasant task!)  All of them indicated that they at least knew the basics of how to swim, so he told the girls to go ahead and have fun, and they should try to forget he was even there, to just sound off if they needed or wanted anything.

There was something about Angie and Stephanie that nagged at Robbie's consciousness, but he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what it was.  He decided to just keep a discreet eye on them without drawing any particular attention to them or to himself.  

Climbing in and out of the water as needed to keep himself cooled off in the late summer heat, Robbie made sure that snacks and beverages were kept stocked.  He was amazed at the change he had already detected in the girls' behavior; somehow they had already managed to shed the rigidly controlled, almost robotic persona's they had displayed when he had first met them at Trey birthday party only a few short weeks earlier.

Jumping down into the water again, Rob was using a leisurely overhead crawl stroke to take a couple of short laps from one side of the pool to the other when Danni caught up to him at the far side of the pool and asked if he could help her with something.  "Sure, sweetie.  What can I do for you?"

"Do you know how to do the breast stroke," Danni asked him?  When he nodded, yes, she continued, "I've been trying to learn how to do it, and I think I've got the hand and arm part down pretty well, but I'm having trouble with the leg part.  Do you think you could help me?"

"I sure can try, Sweetie.  Let's move down to the other end so we'll be out of everyone else's way."  When they got down closer to the shallow end, Robbie had her bend over to show him the technique she had learned for the arm part of the stroke, and he agreed that she had pretty well mastered that.

Robbie then had Danni grab onto the edge of the pool with her hands and extend her legs out behind her, so he could watch as she attempted to execute the `frog' kick and saw that she indeed was having trouble coordinating her feet and legs to achieve the proper kicking motion.

"Okay.  I think I see the problem," Robbie told her.  "What I want you to do is keep hanging on to the side of the pool like you've been doing, and I'm going to slide one arm under your waist like this," reaching under her tummy and holding onto her opposite hip, "and then I'm going to reach back here  ...   no, wait.  First I'm going to grab your knee and with this other hand I'm going to hold this foot.  Are you with me?"

"Mm-hm."

"Okay, what I need you to do, and that's what I'm going to help you with, is I need you to flex your knee out as if you are doing a `squat'.  So here, we're going to pull your knee out like this while I push your foot up until it pretty much touches your butt, like this," Robbie explained while putting her through the motion.  "Just like this.  This is how you want your feet and legs at the top of each kick.  Got it, Sweetie?"

"I think so."

"Okay, I'm going to move around, over here, so we can do the same thing with your other leg, okay?"  From this side, Robbie could also keep his eyes on the other girls at the same time to make sure that no one was drowning!

Hmmm.  A discreet glance told him that Angie and Stephanie remained close, Now they were standing, Stephanie leaning against the small 3'1/2 to 4 foot support for the diving board,  Angie was standing right behind her.  Right behind her.  Close.  Pretty much so Stephanie's back was touching Angie's front, all the way from ankle to shoulder.  Stephanie's face wore an expression that seemed to say, "I really don't know what's going on but I think I like it."

They didn't really appear to be doing anything, but something still looked a little odd to Robbie.  Then he noticed Angie's hands were both resting lightly at Stephanie's hips, and both girls were nearly imperceptively rocking back and forth.  Hmmmm.  Curiouser and curiouser.   He'd continue to keep a surreptitious watch on their activities.  But at the moment, he had his hands full, literally, with Danni, trying to help her learn to do the frog kick.

After a couple of flexes now with her other leg, it was time to see if Danni could get both legs to work right at the same time.  Now he slid his lead arm under her waist; well, maybe just slightly below her waist.  He could feel the rise of her pubic mound as it rested across his wrist and forearm, while his other hand stretched out to the sole of her foot.  "Okay, let's try it now.  Both legs together.  Good, Danni, that was great!  Let's try it again.  Good, sweetie!  You're doing great!  Now let's just practice by repeating it over and over until it feels right and until you think you can do it naturally."

He began to withdraw his arm from underneath Dannie's midsection.  "Oh no!  Please," Danni complained, "don't move.  You're helping me." 

"I don't think you need me helping you now while you're holding onto the side of the pool."

"I feel safer when you're helping me.  Can you hold me for just a little bit longer?"

"No problem, Sweetie.  You just keep practicing."

Robbie's forearm continued rubbing on Danni's pubis.  He noticed she didn't flinch as he slid his hand lower, inch by inch, while at the same time bringing that thumb into play to scribe light, lazy circles across the face of her mound. His other hand, sliding from the bottom of her foot, up along the outside of Danni's leg was now beginning to slide up and down along the top of her thigh.

Robbie sensed that Danni was aware and in fact beginning to actively participate, as she slowed the practicing of her frog kick while pressing her pudenda more firmly onto his hand.  Although very subtle, Robbie could tell that the slight undulations she was making in her pelvic area were intended to drive her mound more directly onto his fingers.

He slid his lower hand still further up until his fingers dipped right into her crotch while he moved his other hand right onto the center of her pubis.  Now Danni was actively grinding, down and back in order to achieve maximum tingle from both hands.  When his lower fingers began to rub up and down along one side of her crease, she was unable to completely squelch her inadvertent groan.

"Is that nice, Danni?  You like that?" Robbie whispered into her ear, now sliding the upper hand back up her torso and back and forth across the base of her swelling breasts."

"MMMmmm."  Simple moan as she continued to twist her body harder into his grasp.

Quickly scanning to make sure the others weren't paying undue attention, Robbie again bent close and whispered, "Keep practicing your kicking, Danni.  Does this feel good, Sweetie?  Do you want me to keep doing this?" 

"MMMmmm.   Oh Yeah, mmmmm."  Danni was trying to keep her rhythmic moans as quiet as possible while humping with growing urgency against Robbie's fingers. 

"You've done this before, haven't you, Sweetie?"  Dannie grunted and nodded in confirmation.  "When did you do this before?"

"Unngghhh.  With Uncle Mark.  Mmmnnn!"

"Oh, with Uncle Mark, huh?"

MMmm-hmmm.  Unnggghhh."   Thrusting.  Humping.  "Unngghhhh."  Teeth gritted with strain, eyes tightly shut.

What else have you done with Uncle Mark, Sweetie?"

"Uunnnggghhh.  Vampire - unnggghhh!  Vampire game.  Uunnggghh."

"Vampire game?  What's that, Danni?"

"Unngghh.  Have to unggghhh,  have to showwww you.  Unggghhh."

"Okay, sweetie.  Show me."

"Have to unnnggghhh.  Have to get outttttt.  Mmmmnnnn."

"Okay, we'll wait till we get out.  Are you close?"

"Unngghh.  Uunnngghhhh.  Uunnggghhhh.  UUNNNGgghhhh."  With one final, nearly suppressed moan, Danni tightened up, squeezing her legs together to trap his hand, pulling her knees up underneath her for just a few seconds while she rode out her climax.

They remained in the pool for a few more minutes, letting Danni catch her breath and allowing Robbie's stiffness to begin to dissipate.  He also took the time to glance around to make sure no one had drowned.  Again, he couldn't help but notice Angie and Stephanie.

Obviously attempting to remain inconspicuous and believing they were unobserved, yet Robbie could clearly tell that Angie was now pressing the flats of both hands against the edges of Stephanie's mound, in time with the rhythm of their subtle rocking back and forth.

"My, my, what have we here," thought Robbie?  "A little frottage?  Angie is trying to get off by humping herself against Stephanie's butt, while at the same time trying to bring Steph off with her by rubbing around   - if not on - her pubis."

 "She's humping her," thought Robbie.  "By God, that's what she's doing!  I thought there was something going on! "  Stephanie still wore the confused expression but her heavy lidded eyes gave away the enjoyment her body was experiencing.

Danni was now pretty well recovered from her exertions and taking him by the hand, she led Robbie to one of the lounge chairs that was set a little bit off to the side.  Making sure the chair was oriented to allow him to keep an eye on the others, especially Angie and Steph, he inquired, "we're going to play the vampire game now, right?" 

"Uh-huh."

"How do we play?"

"First, I put you under my spell, You are hypnotized when you look into my eyes," she told him, staring daggers as if to steal his very soul.  "Then, when my fangs grow out, I have to bite your neck and suck out all of your blood."

Without breaking her hypnotic eye contact, Danni approached closer, slowly waving her hands in front of his face in order to complete the trance.  Just as her Uncle Mark had done, Robbie's head dropped back, confirming that he was now `under her spell'.

Straddling his legs, she perched her bum as far up as she could at the top of Robbie's thighs, tilting her face up so that she could bite into his neck with her `vampire teeth'.  To reach his neck, she had to stretch up, plastering the front of her body against his.

With Robbie wearing nothing but another pair of his thin, nylon running shorts and Danni in the daringly cut bikini (which of course Robbie had carefully removed the crotch lining from) they both took in a quiet gasp of air as they felt the still swollen lips of Danni's pussy surround the shaft of Robbie's reawakened cock.

Stretching further to sink her vampire fangs into Robbie's neck, Danni grabbed his hands and purposefully placed them onto the firm globes of her ass.  "Now you have to hold me tight while I suck your blood, because you are under my power," she explained in her best Dracula imitation.

Robbie took the invitation she had given him to `hold her tight' as she had placed his hands onto her buttocks, to do exactly that, firmly pressing her groin down onto the length of his penis.  Under his hands he could feel her flexing the cheeks of her butt and beginning to use her knees to leverage her quim up and down along his shaft.

"Is this okay," he whispered into her ear?  "Is this what I'm supposed to do?"  Robbie too was now beginning to gasp.

"Yes.  Uh-huh.  Mmmmm.  Yes."  Her humping becoming more agitated, still worked up from her earlier `tickle' session in the pool, Danni was quickly reaching her crisis point for her second climax within just a very short time.  Her breath was coming in short gasps, her hips in frantic motion.  

Robbie's fingertips dropped into the juncture between her legs as he continued to press her pelvis firmly against his cock.  With the forefinger from each hand, he started to gently rub the two edges of her swollen pussy lips as she urgently attempted to press her crease harder onto his shaft, feeling the slickness of her lubricating juices.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." Her pace quickening. "Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."  Moaning louder. "Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."  She was there.  He knew she was there as her mouth rose from his neck in preparation to scream out her delight, he muzzled her by clamping his mouth over hers and hearing her sounds resonate inside himself.

Joining her in the final climax, it was more than a few seconds before Robbie was able to glance around to check on the others.  Although no one appeared to have been paying any attention to he and Danni, he could see that the two of them were not the only ones to have enjoyed a thrilling sexual release.  

Angie and Steph were still locked tightly together but now vibrating in the final throes of what appeared to be a very satisfying interlude of their own.  Both of Angela's hands were firmly pressing directly into the front of Stephanie's pubic mound, the fingers on the bottom hand cupped under and quite literally strumming at the base of her pubis.  Suddenly standing tall, Stephanie was the first to stiffen, quiver, then stiffen again, quickly followed by Angie with a final firm thrust into Stephanie's ass, holding it, holding, nearly falling over before finding a lounge chair of their own to collapse into. 

"You and Uncle Mark have some really fun games that you play, don't you," Rob asked Danni?

"Mm-hm! Want to play some others?'

"Maybe later, Sweetheart.  I need to start getting things together for dinner for all you guys, first."


