The Immortal, Volume 1

The imMortal

Volume 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

Copyright © 2024 INtrinSicliValud

 

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact: intrinsiclivalud100@yahoo.com

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

 

 

      

The first day of the next winding episode of my life began much as the last had ended, on an apparently normal day amidst an apparently normal world. After finishing my morning run and laps, I was knee deep in boxes reorganizing the garage for the hundredth time. At the low whine of a small engine, I looked up to watch a compact car drive past just as a chilly winter gust swirled around me. A typical January day, the cold air matched the gray skies and the waving branches of the leafless trees. With a subdued squeal of brakes, the car pulled into the driveway next door.

Finally, somebody was moving into the old Harris place. The Harrises were a pleasant couple who’d lived in the older, brick-fronted two-story home until Kenneth passed away. Shortly afterwards, his widow left for California to live with her kids. Ever since then, all through the fall and as winter approached, the house had remained for sale. At last, when the sign came down, I expected the buyers to appear, but that had been several weeks ago.

But here they were. Bundled in hats, coats, and gloves, a slight man, a petite woman, and a college-aged girl piled from the vehicle to look around. When they saw me, I waved. While staring at me, clad only in shorts and a t-shirt, and muttering amongst themselves, they hesitantly returned my gesture. The cold no longer bothered me—it hadn’t for quite a long time. Any explanation from me was cut short when, at an approaching rumble, they looked past me to track a large, white moving truck. Once it halted before their new home, they became immersed in unloading. Since time was short, I finished up and wandered inside to change before heading to the airport for an afternoon flight.

As I slid into the airport parking garage, I sighed; I never enjoyed traveling in winter. However, an old friend needed help in Vegas, so off I went. The week of training the team flew by, and, far too soon, I found myself back in the land of gray, dead trees, zipping back to my quiet home.

Nestled against thick woods on a cul-de-sac, the house had served me well; an unremarkable two-story home in a nondescript suburb. Other than the neighboring house, with its newly arrived family, a row of homes was just visible on a low ridge, through the leafless woods behind my property. Two other homes were across the wide cul-de-sac, but I hardly ever saw the residents.

After pulling into my driveway, I looked over at my new neighbors. As Christmas music played, they were breaking down boxes in their garage. No time like the present. Leaving my suitcase in the car, I sauntered over to meet them.

“Hi, I’m Jim.”

After turning to stare up at me, the man grinned and came forward to shake my outstretched hand. “Hi, Jim. I’m Charles and this is my wife, Mandy. The little one under the big hat is my daughter, Susan.”

Charles was a slender, pale man, full of nervous energy and quick to explain he was an important company officer in an international accounting firm. His wife, slim and petite, had raven black hair, shiny blue eyes that gleamed up at me, and somehow managed a tan in the depth of winter. Home from college for the holidays, Susan was only slightly taller than her mother and also slender. Loose strands of bleached blonde hair waved from her knit cap, framing an almost angelic face. Like her mother, her warm brown eyes also shined at me.

All three were much shorter than my tall frame. Though still in my lightweight clothes from Vegas, I helped them break down some of the larger boxes, catching a few furtive glances from both Mandy and Susan. I figured my utter disregard for the chilly winter weather confused them. Charles seemed oblivious, talking on about his company as he worked.

Once we finished, they headed out for dinner while I walked inside to unpack and make my own meal. And that was the first and last encounter I had with any of them for a long time. For a while, I actually thought they were Vamps, or something similar, since, for the rest of the winter, I rarely caught sight of the trio.

However, several weeks later, in mid-February, I started to notice slight movements of the curtains or fleeting shadows in their windows whenever I swam in my backyard pool. After decades, well centuries to be perfectly honest, of water operations, I could swim all year round and the cold had no effect on me. Thus, irrelevant of the weather, every morning, I finished my five-mile run and walked to the pool, stripping off my shorts and shirt. After my daily laps, I’d clamber into the hot tub and hydrate before heading inside to get ready for my day.

When I first noticed the gentle sway of curtains or a shadow moving inside their home, I thought nothing of it. At worst, I was giving somebody a free show of a scarred old man and his half-broken body. Bored, after a while, I added a little flourish to my moves and took my time drying myself before leaving. After the past couple of years, it was fun to be watched again.

Soon the days lengthened and my swims finished in half-light. Which meant I glimpsed Mandy’s face several times when she slipped too close to the glass or left a curtain open too wide. Perhaps on purpose? Though appearing to ignore her, each time I caught her, I posed a little longer and put on a bit more of a show. Hey, since my last wife, Debbie, had passed, as they all did, I was intrigued. And, frankly, this was a lot more fun than early morning television.

Then, things became even more interesting. With the first break in the weather, I opened the narrow French doors of my second-floor bathroom. They led to a faux balcony overlooking the neighbor’s home. And, if the windows or curtains were open, I could see down into their first-floor master bathroom. Since the trio had moved in, they were almost always closed.

However, somebody must have noticed I opened most of mine to let in the spring air. One sunny, but cool day, their windows were open. After leaving the shower with a towel around my waist, I caught sight of Mandy’s face in the gloom of her bathroom. Acting as if I hadn’t noticed, I continued my morning grooming. Every day from then on, barring a driving rain or icy chill, I kept them open. This was fun. My own private audience.

After a while, I decided to add to my show by skipping the towel. With nothing but a tight grin on my face, I stepped to the open doors and stretched as I stared up at the sky. The naked stretch became part of my daily routine. She definitely must have been enjoying the show, since Mandy was getting more than an eyeful, and their windows remained open. On most days, she was barely visible in the distant corners of her bathroom. However, one day a well-timed gust of wind revealed her head rolled back, eyes screwed shut and hand plunging into her pretty pink lace panties. Of course, I kept right on stretching and turned away before she caught my grin.

As much fun as that had been…. Let’s see how much fun she could bear before running away. Or calling her husband. Or the cops; though I knew the chief. Dean would chuckle and tell her not to look.

So, the following morning, I stepped out to stretch, and, once again, Mandy lingered in the shadows. This time, though, I locked my eyes on her as I grasped my rod in both hands. As I stared into her wide, blue glinting eyes, I used slow strokes. Just as my shaft surged upwards, her eyelids flashed open when she realized what I was doing. Her loud gasp was audible as she dashed for the windows to slam them shut. After releasing myself, I chuckled and turned away.

Oh, well, I’d just ruined my morning fun… And hers. So, with a sigh, the next day, I returned to my normal towel-wearing routine and paid no attention to the neighbor’s closed windows. However, after several days, the windows were open once more, but the sheer curtains were still drawn. So, unless a strong breeze blew them around, I could no longer see inside the bathroom.

“Challenge accepted,” I muttered under my breath and smiled.

After sliding the towel from my waist and tossing it aside, I did a nice long series of stretches just as a small breeze swirled through the curtains; they flicked open for a fraction of a second to reveal Mandy’s eyes, gleaming and laser-locked on me. Once more, I looked down into the now closed curtains and gripped my shaft. When I began to stroke, imagining her fingers rubbing deep inside her, it didn’t take long before my pole stood proud, crimson and thick in the morning sun. With lengthy swirls of my hands, I increased my stroking.

It wasn’t long at all, before my muscles tensed and, grinning down at the curtain, I grunted as my cock flung a huge looping pearlescent strand high into the air. Sparkling in the sun, it arched upwards until it spun and twisted downwards to the yard. While I shuddered, spurt after stringy, thick spurt followed, and I groaned at the first release I’d had in a while. Since Debbie? No, there had been Lucy, bless her heart.

But even more satisfying than my toe-curling relief was the whimper and the sudden clattering of long fingernails on the bathroom countertop below. Soon, several loud groans came from beyond the swaying sheer curtains while I pumped more of my backed-up seed out into the morning air. At last, pleasantly drained, I stepped back to wipe myself off. As I dressed, I smiled at the thought of Mandy, doubled over in her nighty, leaning on her bathroom counter while her fingers pumped into her. Ah, fun neighbors were the best.

Once Spring arrived in full force, I spent more time outside working on the garden. Even though my late wife, Debbie, had been the one with the green thumb, I tried to maintain the flower beds. If nothing else, in her memory. Cancer had taken her just as I’d retired, squashing our post-retirement plans. As much as thoughts of her tugged at my aching heart, there had already been so many tragedies in my endless life. At the end of the day, all I ever did was what I always did—adapt once more, harden my damaged soul, and move forward. Day after day.

But this had always been Debbie’s house. It had been her way of keeping me for herself, if not for as long as we wanted, at least while I transitioned into the latest phase of my life. But now she was gone. And it hadn’t taken long to let them ask me back to help. So, now I was busy at work once more, while also seeking a smaller place to live—with fewer memories.

Between clearing and replanting the beds, I did minor home repairs. Furthermore, as the trees and lawn greened, I took time to lounge around, staying outside more and more. Since my consulting business didn’t take up much time, I scheduled my own virtual meetings. So, my primary determinant of when to saunter outdoors became if Mandy was in their yard. If she was out, I was out. While always greeting her with a wave and a hello, I would keep my distance, sitting in swim trunks or loose gym shorts and working on my tablet. All the while, she made a game of flashing glances whenever she thought I wasn’t watching.

Every once in a while, her husband, Charles, was outside as well. Almost always, he would come over to chat about his latest business venture or an upcoming trip. Turns out he traveled a lot and for long stretches, which explained his bored wife’s need for entertainment. All I told him was that after retiring, I now provided consulting from my home with the occasional short training trip. When I offered no details, he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, but asked no more. Likewise, the first time he stepped close enough to scan the extensive scarring covering my frame, he said nothing when his eyes returned to my face.

“Some of my contracting involved interesting government work,” is all I said before sipping my beer and staring out at the greening trees.

One day, Charles had just packed and was heading out for another long trip. As we sipped beers in his garage, he shoved the last of his luggage into the back of his compact car.

“Say, Jim.” He looked up after slamming the trunk lid closed. “Look, you know we just moved here and well, Mandy doesn’t really know anybody.” He glanced at the house and continued. “She’d been a stay-at-home mom while Susan was growing up. She talks about starting to work, but well, she says she’s still getting settled.”

“Yeah, I know how that is.” Taking a sip, I nodded and turned to him. “My wife had to do that every single time we moved. Find a job, get good at it, then we’d be transferred. Finding friends was always a challenge.”

Charles nodded in understanding. “Could you just keep an eye on her? I mean, it’s kinda isolated up here. I haven’t even seen the other neighbors over there.” He gestured to the two homes set back beyond the far side of the broad asphalt cul-de-sac.“Sure. No problem. I do travel occasionally, but usually only for a day or two.”

“Thanks, man. I, uh, well… Just thanks.”

After shaking hands, I wished him a safe trip, and he departed, his taillights disappearing into the gathering evening gloom. Sighing and then chuckling to myself, I sauntered home.

From then on, whenever Charles was away, I never bothered with shorts outdoors. And, since it was lighter in the mornings, I dragged my weights to the pool deck for post-swim workouts. In addition, work permitting, I gave up my swimsuit and lounged by the pool, working on my laptop or just enjoying the sun—no skin cancer for me. Each sunny day, as I soaked up the sunshine with my headphones in, the warmth loosened my nude frame and I gained the added benefit of teasing Mandy. The only thing separating our yards was a black iron grating fence, so she could see me lounging nude.

Early on, that was too much for her and Mandy’s shadow would only flit in her windows. But one day I jolted in my chair when she stepped out to sun herself by their pool. Oh, she was so much fun; her dark sunglasses hiding her wandering eyes. However, all I ever did as this continued was acknowledge her with a quick wave and greeting. In response, she gave me an even quicker wave and then tore her head away from me. But each time I lay back to rest or did languid laps, if she felt I wasn’t watching, once again her eyes tracked my every movement.

At the same time, Mandy’s swimsuits got smaller and smaller. Petite though she was, their taut material highlighted her lean, well-formed frame. Charles had mentioned she’d been a physical education instructor at one time, and it showed. Her spare frame hosted a pair of large, yet firm, breasts. Which, most of the time near me, were topped with sharp points.

Playful or hungry, that her efforts failed to get a reaction from me grated on her. Every time I packed up to leave her alone, I would catch her face falling and her shoulders slumping. And if she remained outside, she would shoot furtive glances at my house for any sign of my return. Taunting was fun too. So, some days, when I was feeling particularly impish, I would depart as soon as she settled into her lounger, greeting her in passing, never to return.

Whenever Charles was home, I could tell. If Mandy was outside, she wore conservative one-piece suits, whether or not her husband accompanied her. After a time, I decided to just continue my naked lounging. What was interesting was that Charles would glance over but say nothing. Though, whenever we chatted, I would wrap a towel around my waist. If Charles and I were talking, and Mandy approached, but I would stay focused on him. Several times, her face pinked up when I caught her quick glances at my towel.

Oh, Mandy was going to be so much fun to tease.

With just the faintest of breezes rustling the trees, it was another picture-perfect warm spring evening when I clambered from the car. A small red sports car was parked in Mandy’s driveway. With a shrug, I yawned and hefted my bag from the trunk. It had been a long, but fruitful, trip, this time not dealing with the teams, but rather a long-delayed inspection tour of several properties.

At least owning hotels, if done correctly, was less transparent, and hence safer for me. Unlike the organization, where I had to periodically perform a “retirement” kabuki dance to keep government administration systems from noticing the length of my “career.” Not only that, but the hotel business provided a much more stable source of income. As much as I’d hated keeping it hidden from Debbie…. Well, given her quirks, it would not have been a good thing. Raising my eyebrow, my gaze drifted back to Mandy’s. As a sigh slipped from me, I turned away. I didn’t know her that well yet either.

Once unpacked, I shoved a quick dinner in the oven and popped outside for a late hot tub soak. At the sound of laughter, music playing, and high voices, I looked over to see Mandy, her daughter, and an auburn-haired, dark-tanned girl, all in bikinis. After slipping from my towel into the bubbling water, I was setting my headphones on my head when ear-piercing screams yells of fright rang out.

Adrenaline sped through my system; screams always flung me into high gear. With one clawed hand, I snatched my towel before leaping from the tub, already scanning the area for threats. But all I saw was Mandy’s shapely derriere flying inside while the two girls dashed from their pool, pointing over their shoulders at the sloshing waves.

“Snake! Snake!”

Clutching the towel around my waist with one hand, I raced past them and grabbed their pool strainer from the wall bracket behind their loungers. At speed, I could move pretty fast for a human, and both stopped in their tracks as I zipped towards the pool. Wide-eyed and gasping for air, the two girls shot into motion and dashed to their lounge chairs. Heart pounding in my chest, I lurched to a halt at the pool’s edge.

As I struggled to hold in a laugh, I stared at the killer beast wriggling along the surface; a small black water snake, not only harmless but also clearly far more scared of us. Still chuckling under my breath, I almost lost my balance while leaning in to snatch it with the nylon mesh basket. Grin plastered on my face, I scooped the poor thing up, grasped it behind the head and marched to the woods.

About halfway there, the warm breeze around my pelvis told me the towel had fallen away by the pool when I’d become unbalanced. Out in the middle of the backyard, there was nothing to do about it. So, with a shrug, I kept walking; giving them an eyeful as I tromped to the edge of the tree line to toss the snake into the brush. After turning around, I headed back. Both young women were back on their loungers, at first shaking under their towels. But their shakes dissipated since, all the way back to the pool deck, their eyes tracked my swinging pole.

Without a word, I leaned over Susan’s lounger, my rod hovering beside her shoulder and upper arm, to replace the mesh basket. When I glanced inside the house, I locked eyes with Mandy, whose wide eyes and open mouth told me she’d also been watching my display. Her skin turned bright red and open lips flapped when I flashed a broad smile at her before straightening up.

“Go on! You said you wanted to!” The auburn-haired girl said in a low, nervous voice.

“Huh? What?” Susan turned to her, before, after a loud gulp, she looked up at me, her eyes unblinking.

“Come on, Susan.” The other girl chewed on her lower lip and flicked her twinkling eyes between me and Susan. “You were the one who said he looked delicious.”

“Did not.” But Susan’s eyes were locked on my rod, dangling along her arm and still glistening with water from the hot tub.

“Did she really say that?” I asked, letting my grin widen.

The other girl slowly nodded, an impish smile sliding across her lips.

“Would you like a little taste, Susan?” As I leaned in, my shaft rolled over her warm shoulder. “I won’t tell.”

After sucking on her lips, Susan emitted a nervous giggle when my cock pulsed atop her damp towel. Though she didn’t answer, she didn’t flinch away either. When I reached over and wrapped my hand around her wrist, she let me raise her dangling long fingers to my rod. As soon as her soft, hot digits touched my skin, she wrapped them around me; her eyes flicked up at me, then over to her now wide-eyed friend.

“I… I can feel his pulse!”

Before I could say or do anything else, Susan slipped her other silky hand over and together lifted my weighty shaft. My heart raced, and the yard blurred at the sight of these two beautiful coeds staring at my now lurching and swelling cock. With a gulp, I flashed my gaze inside where Mandy still watched. From the kitchen, she couldn’t see what was happening. However, the enormous grin on my face and her daughter’s head’s proximity to my crotch spoke volumes. As her glistening little tongue swept over those luscious full lips, Mandy, trembling behind the counter, glided her arm towards the center of her tight body, glistening with water droplets.

When Susan’s hot, shallow breaths blasted furnace heat over my still-swelling head, a groan erupted from my lips and my eyes rolled back. One quick glance at the two girls showed their eyes fixated on my rising flesh, both sets of shiny lips parted as if they both sought me. At her friend’s loud swallow, I glanced at her, missing the sight of Susan’s silken mouth gliding onto my tip. Oh, but the incredible moist warmth and the velvety swirling of her hot little tongue shook my frame. It had been a very long time.

“Wow…” With a sigh as shivers slid through me, I dragged my fingertips through her hair and gazed down into her half-closed eyes. It had been so long. “That’s so good. So good.”

With a long moan that sent magical vibrations through me, Susan tilted her head, turned on her vacuum pump of a mouth and noisily sucked my still growing rod. All the while, her silky smooth tongue swept and nudged my long-forlorn nerves. As her hands pumped me faster, the gleam in her eyes became brighter, focused, hungry…. When she stared up at me over my glistening shaft, bobbing and slurping, our eyes met; she hadn’t just watched me today.

No, she’d been one of those shadows behind the curtains.

As the thought of her watching, along with her mother, sent shudders racing through me, she added long twists to her bobbing. Shivers flew up my already tingling spine; I knew I would not last long.

Inside the kitchen, Mandy now clawed at the counter with one white-knuckled hand while her other arm was pumping between her legs. After locking my gaze on her gorgeous blue eyes, I stroked her daughter’s sucking mouth with the same rhythm. Susan moved her hot wet mouth and gripped me tighter with her stroking fingers, adjusting to my rhythmic thrusts; tremors of long-forgotten pleasure wracked my shaking body as my toes scrabbled at the concrete deck. Her fingers cupped and kneaded the deep ache in my rolling balls; I flung my head back to groan into the evening sky.

When, gasping for air, I looked inside once more, Mandy’s head had fallen forward, but bounced up at the sound of my grunt. After surging forward, I drove deeper into her daughter’s twisting, slurping lips. Mandy stared, mouth wide, little tongue flickering along her shiny lips and the veins in her forehead pulsing; she also was close.

After winking at her mother’s taut little frame bouncing against the surface, I rotated my hips and thrust forward, mashing my head into the back of Susan’s throat. As her outstretched nails clawed at the counter top, Mandy cried out, shuddering and bucking against the kitchen counter while she gazed at me.

It was too much.

My fingers clenched her daughter’s head as my cock spasmed, flinging an enormous blast into Susan’s already gulping mouth. As she sucked and twisted her head, she gagged and coughed, trying to keep up with each spurt flooding her mouth, but it was a losing battle. More and more of my white cum slid, then poured, from her sucking mouth to land in pearlescent globs atop her heaving bikini top. Meanwhile, her friend had driven her hands deep into both their bottoms and, one after another, they bounded upwards, twisting their tanned, glistening pelvises in the air.

When she screamed, Susan’s head flew backward and my final jets spurted upwards to slap wetly down across them both. Until she could catch her breath enough to wrap her lips back around me, Susan tugged and squeezed my draining rod. After letting the thick gleaming strands slide down over her upturned face, her eyes glinted at me as she leaned forward to suck me dry. While gasping under her daughter’s immense pressure, I looked inside; Mandy was splayed across the counter, clawed hand twitching on the wood as her torso heaved with each racing breath.

After her daughter squeezed and sucked the last of my essence, she slipped me free to dangle once more, now slick with her saliva. With a grin, she scooped some errant cum off herself and swallowed it.

“Wow, Jim. You are tasty.” After running her tongue over her white-streaked shiny lips, Susan’s eyes twinkled. Behind her, flushed, her friend gasped, pausing from licking her own fingers. Susan added with a wink. “Very tasty.”

“Glad you like it.” With a grin, I caught my breath and swept some loose strands of blowing hair from her sticky face. “Plenty more where that came from.” After flashing a glance inside, where Mandy lay panting under a pile of disarrayed dark hair, I added. “Hey, I better get out of here before your mother comes back out.”

After another wink, I retrieved my towel and sauntered home as the pair of young women whispered. Back in the hot tub, I replaced my headphones, lay back, and closed my eyes. When it was time to get dinner from the oven, I lifted myself up to the sound of the three women talking and laughing like nothing had happened. As I chuckled, I headed inside.

My towel over my shoulder.

Not much point in wearing it anymore.

Several weeks later, Charles was grumbling because they’d tapped him to host a company get-together. When I suggested something simple, perhaps an outdoor event since the weather was so nice, Charles leaped at the chance, deciding on a pool party and BBQ.

“Would you like to come?” Charles glanced at his house before adding. “It’d be nice to have somebody Mandy knows around. She, uh—”

“She still not getting out much?” I finished his thought.

After nodding, Charles looked up at me and I chuckled. “Sure thing, Charles. I have a rule: never turn down free food.”

As such, the following week, I wandered next door. The aroma of cooking meat had me salivating as my grin broadened. While I didn’t know the others, I enjoyed impressing his office workers colleagues with my most definitely not-an-office-worker physique, battered and scarred as it was. All in all, I had fun lying about the places I’d never seen, while carefully not disclosing the places where I actually had been.

After a while, I found an excuse to slide into the pool and soon drifted to the far end. While leaning back against the wall in the deep water, I let a smile cross my face; Mandy moved around in her natural environment. Charles was wrong; she appeared happy and attentive as a party host, ensuring no guest wanted for anything. Earlier, she was even cordial to me, although she couldn’t look at me very long. In a loose flower-print sundress, she glided around, offering food and drinks while her husband schmoozed his bosses. The typical work “fun” environment.

Then I noticed a translucent plastic raft floating from a large crowd of noisy party-goers in the shallows. A nervous grin on her face, Susan was pushing her auburn-haired friend, splayed out on her stomach in a tiny black bikini across the vibrant pink raft, towards me. Underneath the taut, thin black bottoms, her round, tanned buttocks glistened in the late afternoon sunlight.

“Who’s your friend?” I said, as Susan pushed her closer.

“Desi.” Susan bit down on her lower lip and Desi jolted, her eyelashes fluttering as her tongue flicked out.

It was then that I saw, while she clung to the raft, kicking them closer, Susan’s hand was under her friend’s hips. Close friends with benefits.

“Well, nice to meet you, Desi.” I grinned as Desi’s neck tightened.

“Uh… Oh, um…. Nice to meet you….. Oh, fuck…” Her eyes flicked to Susan’s grinning face. “Come on Susie, not right here.”

A chuckle slipped from Susan as she turned so her tight behind bumped my crotch. Holding in a groan, I clenched my fingers on the concrete and let her glide along my swelling flesh.

“Careful… Susie.” As I smiled at Desi’s open-mouthed face, I pushed into Susan’s firm butt. “That’s loaded again.”

Instead of moving away, a tremor slid through Susan as her friend arched upwards, staring at her. Susan’s arm was moving faster under Desi and Susan swept the hair from her face to look back at me. Meanwhile, Desi had turned to me, her eyes unfocused while she struggled for air. As she ran her tongue over her lips, the wet sloshing under her sped up as Susan’s fingers pumped under her swimsuit. Susan’s eyes bored into mine; silent, she drove herself against me.

Between Desi’s intense arousal and Susan’s aggressive grinding, my cock lurched upwards against Susan’s warm body. “Keep that up and I’m going to have to fuck you, little girl.”

“Good.” Susan replied, keeping her gaze on me. As I held back a gasp, she pushed into me once more. I’d thought her a tease, like her mother, but….

A groan slipped from us both when I tugged my trunks down, releasing my pulsing stiff rod into the chilly water. As it slid along her hot, slick back, shivers broke out across Susan.

“Please, Jim. Desi’s such a…. I need it.”

When I raked my outstretched fingertips up her ribs to drag across her chest, she arched her upwards. A moan slid from her parted lips before she dropped her head to the raft. Yeah, she needed it. Once my fingers drove under her top and I mashed my palms into the silky heat of her perky globes, she shoved herself back into me; desperate moans tore free of her panting mouth.

“Yep, I’d say you need it.”

All Susan did was nod and rub against me, but Desi gulped, her eyes on my groping hands. When I winked at her, she jolted and swallowed.

While staring at Desi’s widening eyes, I slipped Susan’s bottoms off before catching them with my foot, bringing them up and splatting them atop the raft. After spreading her legs, Susan leaned on Desi’s arm to gaze at me, wide-eyed and gleaming lips parted, while I ran my swollen head through her soft, warm petals. Her eyes enlarged, then flew open when I pierced her, shoving her spasming hot flesh aside as I plunged into her. My god, she was tight. Each thick ridge pushed her vice-like inner gates inwards before gouging the warm velvety interior.

“God! It’s so big, Desi….” Susan’s fingernails sank deep into Desi’s arm as she moaned before adding. “You were right. I am so fucking full.”

Still only partially impaled, Susan cried out into her friend’s arm while she bucked against me, her stretching inner walls undulating, squeezing and flailing my still sinking shaft. Unwilling to drive any further inside, until she settled down, I gritted my teeth and waited, stroking her shaking hips.

“That was just a teaser, little one.” My hands caressed her heaving ribs as I held her shuddering body in place.

At my words, Susan turned back to face me. she stared at the space still between us. “More? Oh, God…”

Her eyes fluttered open as she chewed her lips when I’d dug my fingers deep into her pelvis and corkscrewed her little body towards me.

“Oh, fuck…!” Desi jammed her fingers into Susan’s mouth to muffle the sudden cream that ended Susan’s words.

White-rimmed, Susan’s eyes stared back at me as she gnawed on Desi’s fingers. With each slow torquing motion, I twisted Susan while surging my pelvis forward, distending her clenching warm flesh.

After ripping her mouth free, she gazed at me. “Oh God, Jim! How much more?”

Rather than answer, I grasped her free hand to place it on her stomach. Susan’s eyes became saucers when her fingers pressed into the throbbing mass gliding ever upwards in her belly. When I grinned, her eyes fluttered, and she sank her head into her friend’s arm. After leaving her outstretched clenching fingers in place, I again gripped her hips and drove ever deeper.

Intense spasming silken flesh rippled over my pole as Susan exploded, screaming into Desi’s fingers, blowing saliva bubbles out in a small cloud along the translucent raft. As I continued to plunge into her contracting walls, Susan lurched backwards, then raced along my shaft, each thrust taking more of me.

“That’s it, fuck me nice, Susan.” As her waves of pleasure pummeled my cock, I gripped her shaking hips and looked at the crowd. “Show big ole’ Jim what that tight little pussy can do.”

Charles was locked in conversations with some people while others, as the party wound down, prepared to depart. Nobody had taken notice of us, except Mandy. She was standing at their portable wet bar; her wide blue eyes locked on us. With me behind her bucking daughter and her trembling friend, she knew what was happening. When I smiled, she reddened and sucked on her lips. One of her arms was rubbing downwards behind the counter.

“Does your mother know you watch me, Susie?” When Susan trembled, screamed into her friend’s arm once more, and seized up, I tightened my grip to slow her stroking.

Susan tensed, though she rolled to stare at me, but wide-mouthed and panting, she couldn’t speak. Instead, she just shook her head before collapsing onto the sloshing raft. For a while, I held her still as her shuddering vibrations massaged my shaft. And no sooner did I begin once more than she cried out; tremors ripped her from side to side. With such a tight fit, her rim was being forced inwards and my rod’s prominent ridges were drawing her nub into direct contact with me. It was far too much for the poor girl to take, and at last, after one final massive series of intense muscular convulsions, Susan crumpled to the raft, chest heaving.

“Not bad for a rookie.” With a sigh, I released my grip on Susan’s shaking hips and grinned at Desi’s open-mouthed stare. “Come back when you want to try again.” After raking Susan’s arching back under my fingertips, I pulled free of her still clenching inner walls.

“You can try too, if you feel lucky.” When I winked at her, Desi only swallowed, her eyes wide, flicking between her panting friend and my grin.

Once I paddled further from them, a wide grin on my face, I slipped my trunks over my knees as I stared at the wreckage I’d left behind. Again. It felt good. Though I was still full, it had been such a long time since I’d simply been able to play.

Bottomless and with her legs splayed out, Susan floated half-on the raft, drifting on the now breeze-driven water. Atop the pink plastic, her eyes wide, Desi stared into the clear water at my still engorged mast and gulped. Silently, she raised her gaze to my smiling face; a tremor raced through her and her lower jaw trembled. When I chuckled, her teeth clenched.

After pulling up my swim trunks, I glanced at Mandy, still behind the bar, eyes gleaming, her lips parted, baring her clenched teeth. At my playful wink, a shudder ripped through her and her one hand became white-knuckled on the bar.

Without a word, I climbed from the pool and sauntered home; the sounds of the party slowly died down behind me. Still tenting the front of my trunks, my cock ached.

Oh well, you win some, you lose some. But oh, how much fun it was to play once more.

The next morning, I was out front when I caught Charles climbing into his car, dressed for work.

“Thanks, Charles.” He started at my sudden call and spun around.

“I… Thanks for coming.” Charles’ brows furrowed and lips pursed before adding. “The girls really appreciated your company. They were getting bored, and I saw you talking with them.”

My heart skipped a beat. Had he seen what was actually going on with his daughter and her friend? When a smile slid across his face, my chest thumped once more.

“Also, thanks for saving them and Mandy from that, uh, killer snake.” His hands gripped the wheel as he chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to thank you at the party. I was just so busy.”

“No problem. Not that big a deal. From the screams, I thought they were getting mauled by a lion.”

Charles chuckled again. “They are both a bit high-strung.”

Several weeks passed, with me taunting Mandy and apparently Susan as well, before the next big neighborhood event. This time, it was mine. It was the anniversary of…. Well, it had been a long time since I’d first joined the Organization. While we didn’t often celebrate such things, it was summer, and I had a pool… Let’s say it was a damned good excuse to get the teams and their families together for some good old-fashioned fun.

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