The Immortal, Volume 1

The Immortal, Vol 1

By INtrinSicliValud

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

THE IMMORTAL, VOLUME ONE

First edition. January 27, 2024.

Second edition. March 24, 2026.

 

Copyright © 2026 INtrinSicliValud

 

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

A life that has staggered onward for far too long. A world so gray and…normal. It was a January Tuesday, one of thousands, promising to be no different from any other. Apollo had dragged the sun upward; its destiny, to remain nothing but a dull glow behind thick clouds, then be hauled beyond the horizon. 

After the usual morning run and laps, I stood knee-deep in boxes. The house was mostly done, but the garage remained challenging. So much stuff. For the hundredth time, the larger stacks of crap to be donated sat apart from a smaller pile destined to accompany me into an endless future.

The low whine of a small engine tugged my focus out through the open double-door. A compact sedan drove past just as a chilly winter gust slapped a T-shirt against my torso. Long gone was concern for the chilliness making my bones ache.

With a subdued squeal of brakes, the car pulled into the neighboring driveway. Somebody was moving into the old Harris place. They’d been a pleasant enough couple, living in the older, brick-fronted two-story until Kenneth passed away in early fall. His widow had departed for California to live with their kids. 

A week later, the house had gone on the market, but winter isn’t a hot time for home sales. Yet it had sold. When the sign out front disappeared, I’d expected the buyers to arrive, but that’d been a while back.

Well, there 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 sent them a quick wave and a grin. That only got me three wide-eyed surveys. 

Okay, a guy clad in only shorts and a T-shirt might’ve been an unusual sight, but as I said, the cold meant nothing to me anymore. Just a marker, matching the grayness and the absence of leaves on clacking tree branches. Before I could concoct some excuse about being from Alaska or Siberia, a rumble approached, and they looked past me at a large, white truck. 

Once the vehicle halted along the road before their new home, they joined a pair of overall-clad workers and began unloading. The muted chime of my phone reminded me of an afternoon flight, and thoughts of wandering over to introduce myself and help disappeared. Duty calls, and all that.

An hour later, amid the faded concrete of an airport parking garage, my sigh sent a plume of vapor into the cold air. Never enjoyed traveling in winter, whether by boot, horse, carriage, boat, or plane. But, duty - an old friend in Vegas had asked for help. A team was struggling with its newfound responsibilities.

So off this fool dutifully traveled to do the latest dutiful thing in support of a duty that had stretched for so long, too long. On the other hand, it was warmer in the desert. But the week of intensive training flew by, and far too soon, the land of gray, dead trees zipped past on the ride back home.

The place was quiet; its two floors and basement, now mostly clear of junk, had served well. Nestled against thick woods, the unremarkable house stood in a nondescript, middle-class suburb. Besides the one next door, a pair of homes hugged the far side of a broad cul-de-sac, but other than the briefest of glimpses, their residents were sparse. The only other hint of neighbors was a row of rooftops just visible through the leafless woods on a low ridge behind my property. 

After the car pulled to a halt and the engine died, Christmas music echoing from the neighboring garage drew me to the newest residents. The trio was cutting apart boxes to form a tall stack of cardboard. 

“No time like the present,” I murmured before heading over to meet them. “Hi, I’m Jim.”

My voice got me a grin from the man. Slender and pale, the guy possessed a nervousness, giving him a shaky energy.

He came forward to clasp my outstretched hand. “Hi, Jim. I’m Charles and this is Mandy, my wife. The little one under the big hat is my daughter, Susan.”

While the guy, between sniffles from a runny nose, went on to explain he was an important company officer in an international accounting firm, my gaze swept the others. 

The wife. Slim and petite, even in a thick, fur-lined coat. Good-looking; borderline model facial features. Raven black hair. Somehow managed to keep a tan in the depth of winter. The prettiest blue eyes. Deep within me a tingle ignited; I ignored it.

Charles added that Susan was home from college for the holidays. Also slender, she was a smidge taller than her mother. From beneath a colorful knit cap, loose strands of bright blonde flitted, framing an almost angelic face. Warm brown eyes also seemed far shinier. Ignored that, too.

Though still in a lightweight business suit, I helped them deal with the larger boxes. Both Mandy and Susan kept sending me furtive glances. At the time, my thought was they were puzzled by my disregard for the cold. Charles seemed oblivious, continuing to expound on his company role as he worked the smaller piles of cardboard.

Once the stacks were complete, ready for recycling pickup, they headed out for dinner. After a quick wave at the departing car, I retrieved my suitcase and stepped inside to unpack and feed myself.

That was it for the new neighbors. For the rest of the winter, other than Charles’ daily drive to and from work, sightings of the trio were rare. At one point, a fleeting thought tickled my brain. Might they be Vamps, or something similar? Yeah, stupid.

With the sun a brighter smudge in mid-February, the slight swish of curtains or flitting shadows in their windows appeared whenever I swam in my backyard pool. After decades, well centuries, of water operations, swimming all year round had no effect on me. 

Thus, regardless of the weather, every morning, a five-mile run ended with a march into the pool while stripping off my shorts and shirt. Swift laps gave me a good sweat and kept my heart thundering. Add a weight-lifting routine to push my limits, and my exhausted frame would tumble into the hot tub against the house’s rear wall. Under the cover of an awning and pounded by the powerful jets, I’d soak while gulping a thousand gallons of water, then head inside to get ready for one more day of scouring an endless flow of reports and offering advice.

To be honest, the gentle sway of those curtains or a fleeting shadow within their home meant little. Yippee for them; somebody was getting a free show of a scarred old man and his broken body. 

Then again, after the past couple of years, it was fun to be watched again. A bit of a flourish here and there. Deep bends and a slow twist or two. Nothing too obvious that let on that I’d noticed. Took my time drying with a towel before going inside.

As the days lengthened, the swims ended in brighter light. The mystery was solved: Mandy’s face appeared, and kept on appearing. Perhaps on purpose? I mean, she could’ve stayed hidden. No matter, while continuing to act ignorant of an audience, I posed a little longer and gave the woman more of a show.

Since my last wife, Debbie, had passed, as they all did, color me intrigued. Besides, the playful routine was far more entertaining than early morning television news.

With the first break in the weather, things grew even more interesting. Though not warm, the radiant sunlight was a beacon, and after each shower, I started opening the French doors of my second-floor bathroom. A narrow, faux balcony overlooked the neighbor’s first-floor master bath. Since the trio’s arrival, its curtains were almost always closed.

However, somebody must have detected my new routine. One sunny, but cool day, the windows were open. After leaving the shower with a towel around my waist, I caught a glimpse of Mandy’s face in the shadows below. Without hinting that I’d noticed, my usual grooming continued, and from then on, barring a driving rain, the balcony entrance was open. 

Yep, fun. My own private audience. After a while, the towel got left behind. With nothing but a grin, my steam-wrapped physique stepped to the sunlit opening and stretched while scanning the sky. 

With my latest routine providing more than an eyeful, their windows remained open. Most days, Mandy’s slim silhouette hovered in the dimness, offering no details. 

One morning a gust of wind sent the curtains swirling, flooding her sleek figure with a brilliant glow. The world staggered. Head rolled backward and eyes screwed shut, the raven-haired beauty wore nothing but panties. Under the taut pink lace, a hand was racing. 

“Wow,” slid from me.

Yep, that sight, though fleeting since the curtains settled, had ramped things up a bit. So, color me even more intrigued. Plus, did I ever wear a grin. 

As delightful as that peek had been… How much fun could she bear before fleeing? Or calling her husband? Or the cops? Although I knew the Chief pretty well. Dean would chuckle and tell her not to look.

The gods set the stage. Come the very next morning, another vivid, orange-hued sunrise called me into the glow to stretch. Once more, Mandy lingered in the shadows, but when a breeze sent the curtains wide, those blue pools were sparkling up at me.

“Showtime,” I murmured.

With my gaze locked on her, both hands clasped my rod. Those eyes gained even more twinkles as slow strokes caressed the thickening length. Right as my shaft surged upwards, her eyelashes fluttered. Realization flickered into her, and a loud gasp was audible as she dashed forward to slam the windows shut. 

Okay, a bit too much. After releasing myself, I chuckled and turned away. Oh, well, my morning fun, and hers, lay in ruins. 

The next day, the normal towel-wearing routine returned, and I paid no attention to the neighbor’s closed windows. However, a week later, they were open once more. A set of sheer curtains had been installed and was drawn. So, unless a strong breeze blew them around, no view of the bathroom for me.

“Challenge accepted,” I muttered.

The towel dropped from my waist. A slow, twisting series of stretches ended just as a gentle gust fluttered the sheers. Vivid blue eyes were laser-locked on me. Once more closed, the curtains swished as I gripped my shaft. 

My mind filled with images of her fingers rubbing inside taut undies as I stroked. Nope, not long until my pole stood proud, bright crimson and thick, in the sunrise’s soft glow. My strokes quickened.

Soon enough, muscles tensed, and with a grin at the swishing translucence, I grunted. More of a growl left me as my cock flung a looping pearlescent rope high into the air. The spiraling strand sparkled in the sun before arching toward the yard. Gods, such release. Spurt after lengthy spurt blasted from me as my groaning echoed. 

Yeah, been a while. Since Debbie? No, there’d been Lucy, of course, bless her sultry, sexy heart.

Much more satisfying than the toe-curling relief was the whimper and the sudden, unmistakable clattering of fingernails from below. Several loud groans followed, floating upward from behind the swaying sheers. They were still echoing even as I stepped back inside to get ready for the day. 

Yep, this ancient, broken-down wreck of a man wore one helluva cheek-aching smile. Fun neighbors are the best.

Once spring arrived in full force, more of my time was spent in the garden. My late wife, Debbie, had been the one with the green thumb, but I tried to maintain the flowers. If nothing else, in her memory.

Cancer had snatched her away just as I’d retired, squashing our post-retirement plans. While memories of her tugged at an aching heart, so many tragedies had already battered an endless life. At the end of the day, I kept on doing…. What had always been done, adapted once more, hardened a damaged soul, and moved forward.

This had been Debbie’s house. It’d been her way of keeping me for herself, if not for as long as we’d wanted, at least while I transitioned into the latest phase of my life. But she was gone, and soon enough requests for help arrived. So, let’s call it quasi-retirement, busy once more.

Yet, the garage also got re-attacked. Plus, between clearing and replanting the flower beds, I puttered around, doing minor home repairs. Gotta work on that curb appeal. Needed a smaller place to live—with fewer memories.

Not that Mandy had left my mind. 

With the trees and lawn greening up nicely, I took time to lounge, spending more time in the yard. Other than the odd trip, most consulting could be done virtually and didn’t take long. Besides, they bowed to my scheduling. Thus, the primary determinant of when to saunter outdoors became her presence in their backyard. A fence of slender black iron posts blocked nothing. 

If she were outside, so was I.

While greeting her with a wave and a jaunty “Hello,” I’d keep my distance. In swim trunks or loose gym shorts by the pool, I’d work through messages on a tablet. Meantime, her game was limited to flashing glances my way whenever she thought I wasn’t watching.

Once in a great while, Charles might appear outside as well. Almost always, he’d come over to chat about his latest business venture or an upcoming trip. On that corporate grind, he traveled a lot and for long stretches. Okay, that explained a bored wife’s need for entertainment. 

In return, all I offered was that post-retirement, my life had become reduced to advising from my home with the occasional short travel to provide training. When I provided no details, his eyebrows arched and head tilted, but he didn’t probe.

Likewise, late one evening, he stood close enough to scan the extensive scarring on my frame. His eyes rose to my grin, but he said nothing.

“Had some interesting government work,” I offered.

Again, naught but a slow nod from him, and I sipped a beer while surveying trees once more becoming ever so wonderfully green. So many memories tumbled. Dusty ones. More recent ones. Each of those marks on my skin had left more than the physical damage.

A few days later, he’d shoved the last of his luggage into the back of the compact. We were enjoying a cold beer in his garage. After slamming the trunk lid closed, he looked over at me. 

“Say, Jim.”

“Yeah?”

“Look, you know we just moved here—”

“Back in January.”

“Hmm, got me. Guess it has been a while. Um, Mandy doesn’t really know anybody.” His gaze flicked to the house. “She was a stay-at-home mom while Susan was growing up. She talks about finding a job, but says she’s still getting settled.”

“Yep, get how that is.” After taking a sip, I nodded and turned to him. “My wife had to do that every single time we moved. Find work, get good at it, then we’d be transferred. Finding friends was more of a challenge.”

He gave me a slow nod. “Could you keep an eye on her? I mean, it’s kinda isolated up here.” He gestured with his bottle toward the two homes on the far side of the cul-de-sac. “Haven’t seen any other neighbors.” 

“Sure. No problem. Sometimes I travel, but mostly 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. On my way home, a chuckle slipped from me. His taillights disappearing into the evening gloom acted as a kind of beacon. Or more of a reverse beacon. 

From that point onward, whenever Charles was away, my time outdoors was spent sans clothes. Since the mornings were much brighter, my weights got shifted to the pool deck for post-swim workouts. In addition, schedule permitting, I lounged by the glittering water, working on the tablet or enjoying the sunshine—no skin cancer for me.

With the sun’s warmth relaxing my nude frame, I gained the added benefit of teasing Mandy. At first, that was too much for her. Whenever I appeared and she was outdoors, there’d be the quick flail of black hair followed by a hasty retreat. A well-shaped, petite shadow would flit around beyond their windows. 

Ah, but one day she returned to form, stepping outside to sun herself on a chaise lounge by their pool. She’d added dark sunglasses, but those eyes were wandering in my direction. However, I stuck with my usual quick wave and greeting. While I worked or did languid laps, those tinted shades tracked my every movement.

As the days wore on, her swimsuits got smaller. At some point, Charles had mentioned she’d been a physical education instructor, and it showed. Petite though she was, the taut material highlighted a lean, athletic frame. A pair of firm breasts, most of the time, topped with sharp points. My effect?

Playful or hungry, her efforts, having failed to gain a reaction from me, also had an effect. Whenever I headed inside, leaving her alone, her face fell and those gleaming shoulders slumped. If she remained outside, ever longer glances would scour the house for any sign of my return. 

Such responses only fueled my curiosity. How much could the woman withstand? What was her goal, anyway? Was she really expecting me to march over and take her? In earlier times, that’d happen. Any compunctions restraining me had long since died. 

Yet, the truth is, taunting was fun, too. So, some days, when feeling particularly impish, I’d depart as soon as she settled into her chair. Yep, only a brief greeting before disappearing, never to return. Got her teeth to grind more than a few times. Chuckles would echo from my desk for a good long time.

Should Charles be home, it was obvious. If Mandy appeared, she wore conservative one-piece suits. At first, the shorts and swimsuits returned, but… Well, perhaps part of me wished to push the envelope, and I decided to continue the naked lounging.

Although her husband might accompany her and glance my way, not once did he comment. Color me even more intrigued. Whenever he wandered over to chat, regaling me with more tales of corporate life, I’d grab a towel to wrap around my waist. 

Even more intriguing, his wife often appeared. She never said a word, and my focus stayed on him. Her cheeks gained the most adorable rosy glow each time I caught those dark sunglasses peeking at the towel.

So, yes, the game had rocketed upward a few notches. Nope, no idea what her goal might be, but that sable-haired beauty had become so much fun to tease.

A yawn escaped me as I clambered from my car. With the faintest of breezes rustling the leaves, another perfect warm spring evening bathed the street in a soft golden glow.

My glance was drawn to a small red sportster in the neighboring driveway. It was shiny new, a gift from her parents. Susan was back again from college. The place wasn’t far, and the brown-eyed blonde often visited. 

A second yawn serenaded my tugging a suitcase from the trunk. While it’d been fruitful, this trip had been lengthy. Not dealing with the teams, but a long-delayed inspection tour of several of my properties.

Hotel ownership, done via an array of shell-corporations, was easy enough to obscure from prying eyes. Unlike the current organization, forcing me to perform a “retirement” kabuki dance to keep government administration systems from noticing the length of my “career.” Plus, the business of upscale leisure remained lucrative, providing income both stable and substantial.

As much as I’d hated keeping those efforts among the many secrets hidden from Debbie…. Well, given her quirks, it’d been a good decision.

No idea why, but my gaze drifted to the neighbor’s home. An eyebrow arched, and I turned away. Sure didn’t know her that well yet either.

Once unpacked, I shoved a quick dinner in the oven and popped outside for a late soak in the Jacuzzi. Above the swishing jets, the sounds of laughter, up-tempo pop music, and high-pitched voices pulled my attention to Mandy. A tiny black bikini on gleaming curves, she was frolicking in their pool. Around her splashed her daughter in an even smaller red swimsuit, and an auburn-haired, dark-tanned girl in nothing but yellow strings. Yeah, a vision of heaven, in triplicate. After losing the towel and slipping into the water, I was reaching for headphones when ear-piercing screams rang out.

Adrenaline sped through my system; screams always flung me into high gear. With clawed fingers, I snatched the towel before leaping from the tub, while already scanning the area for threats. Mandy’s shapely derriere and whirling black tresses disappeared inside their house. The two girls dashed from the pool, pointing over their shoulders at the sloshing waves.

“Snake! Snake!”

With one hand clutching the swirling terrycloth around my waist, I raced past them and yanked a mesh strainer on a long pole from the wall bracket behind their lounge chairs. A by-product of what made me different: I could move with more-than-human speed, and both stopped in their tracks as I zipped towards the pool. Heart pounding, I lurched to a halt at the pool’s edge.

While struggling 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 far more scared of us. The chuckle escaped, and I came close to losing my balance while leaning to scoop it into the nylon mesh basket. Grin plastered on my face, I grasped the little guy behind the head and marched to the woods.

Halfway there, a warm breeze around my pelvis proclaimed the towel had fallen off when I’d become unbalanced. Out in the middle of the backyard, nothing to be done about it. So, with a shrug, I kept walking, giving them an eyeful while tramping to the edge of the treeline and tossing the snake into the brush. After turning, I headed back toward the pool.

Both young women had returned to lie on their loungers. At first, they were muttering and shaking under their towels. But with my tall, naked frame, covered in an endless mosaic of old wounds, and swinging length on full display, the tremors subsided, and both fell silent. 

Sure, could’ve made a joke, tossed out something off-color, or simply commented, but I said nothing. Instead, I leaned over Susan’s chair, letting my rod dangle near her shoulder, to replace the mesh basket.

A glance through the rear window revealed Mandy’s white-rimmed eyes and open mouth. Yep, guess who else had enjoyed my show? Her face became bright red, and those full lips flapped when I flashed a broad smile at her before straightening.

“Go on, Susie. You said you wanted to,” the auburn-haired beauty murmured, her voice shaky.

“Huh? What?” The blonde turned to her before looking up at me with unblinking eyes.

“Come on, babe.” The other girl chewed on her lower lip. Wide irises, a frostier shade of blue than Mandy’s, flicked between me and Susan. “You were the one who said he looked delicious.”

“Did not.” 

Despite the denial, those soft brown eyes were locked on my rod, still glistening with water from the hot tub. The pair of straining red triangles over an impressive, perky chest sported peaks sharp enough to cut glass.

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

The redhead gave me a slow nod as an impish smile slid across her lips. Now, again, a thousand years ago—no, closer to double that—I’d have been a lot more circumspect. But such restraint was long gone, abandoned in the dirt of a hundred kingdoms.

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

A loud smack of her lips made my cock pulse against her, and a nervous giggle filled the air. The curt puff of warmth brought another twitch of my dick. Though the sleek blonde offered no reply, she didn’t flinch away either. 

When I reached down to grip her wrist, she mewled like the cutest of kittens, but let me raise long, slender fingers to my shaft. As soon as their softness, their heat, touched my skin, she wrapped them around me. Her gaze flicked up at me, then across to her wide-eyed friend.

“I… Wow, I can feel his pulse!”

Before any reaction from me, she added her other hand and lifted my length. Okay, even after a life as long as mine, a few things still get my heart racing. Such as two beautiful coeds in the tiniest of swimsuits staring at my now lurching and swelling cock. 

Yet, amid that delightful image, my gaze shifted to the window. Mandy had stepped backward into the kitchen and, from behind a counter, couldn’t see what was happening. However, the cheek-aching grin on my face and the top of her daughter’s head so close to my crotch gave her enough of an idea. A glittery little tongue swept over luscious full lips as the shadowed woman glided an arm towards the center of that sleek body, glistening with droplets of pool water.

“Do it, babe.”

The voice and sudden arrival of shallow breaths blasting furnace flames over my still-swelling cockhead snapped my attention to the two younger angels. They were fixated on the turgid flesh rising under Susan’s languid strokes. Both sets of shiny lips parted as if seeking me. A loud gulp from the beauty wrapped in minuscule yellow strands drew my focus just as silken heat glided over my tip. That incredible feeling of moist warmth and the gentle swirling of a velvety tongue shook my frame. 

“Wow!” Shivers raced through me, and I dragged my fingertips through thick blonde curls while inspecting Susan’s half-closed eyes. “That’s good. So good.”

Her response to my touch was immediate. With a long moan that sent magical vibrations through my length, she tilted her head. Her cheeks collapsed, and the girl’s mouth became the most wondrous vacuum pump. There was a hunger lurking in that young beauty. She made no attempt to stay quiet while devouring ever more of my still growing rod. Forceful licks and the loud slurps of escaping trails of silvery drool resounded. As the girl’s two-fisted grip pumped me faster, the gleam in her eyes grew brighter, focused, ravenous.

A sudden, more powerful suction had my knees wobbling, and our gazes locked. Her bobbing slowed; both hands tightened on my shaft. A truth flashed between us. Sure, she’d watched my march across the lawn, but the talented young fellatrix had also been one of the shadows behind the curtains.

The thought of her watching my morning workouts, along with her mother, sent shudders racing through me. She added languid twists of her head to the rapid bobbing. Gods, she was good. A hand found my balls. Shivers flew up my already tingling spine; nope, not gonna last long.

My fingers slid further into twisting silken blonde tresses; she unleashed another moan that made the world shudder. A glance inside showed Mandy now clawing at the counter with a white-knuckled hand. Her other arm was pumping. After locking my gaze on those gorgeous blue eyes, I moved my hips back-and-forth. The raven-haired beauty’s lips peeled wide. Yes, I was stroking her daughter’s sucking mouth with the same rhythm. 

“Oh, wow,” the redhead murmured.

Had almost forgotten about her. The girl’s focus was locked on my cock gliding in and out of her friend’s distended lips. Under my tighter grip, Mandy’s daughter had done nothing but shifted to match my rhythmic motions.

Echoes of long-forgotten pleasure wracked my shaking body. My toes scrabbled on the concrete deck. The fingers on my balls massaged. Susan’s impressive suction drew on my aged soul. The universe became a laser pointed at the primal need for release building within me. With a groan, I flung my skull backward to glimpse the evening sky. Were the gods watching? Were they amused?

While gulping air, I looked inside once more. Mandy’s head had dropped to the countertop but shot upward when a grunt left me. I’d driven deeper into her daughter’s twisting, slurping mouth. The sable-haired woman stared, with lips wide, tongue flickering, and forehead veins pulsing; she also was close.

After a brief wink at her mother’s taut little frame bouncing on the counter, I thrust again. My swollen cockhead pressed into the back of Susan’s throat. 

Mandy’s eyes became saucepans. Her outstretched nails clawed at the countertop. A cry tore from her as she shuddered and bucked against the kitchen cabinets. Those lovely blue pools ignited with so much…everything. 

That was it for me. Heaven approached.

My fingers clenched her daughter’s head as my cock spasmed, pelting Susan’s already gulping throat with an enormous blast. Despite sucking hard and twisting her fist upward to trap my jizz, it was a losing battle. The young talent had worked such amazing magic. She was left gagging and coughing while trying to keep up with each spurt.

More cum burbled, then oozed free of her slurping to land in pearlescent globs across a heaving bikini top. The girl was shuddering, and it took a few seconds to find the reason.

Mouth wide and panting, her friend had driven hands deep into both their bottoms. One after another, the pair of beauties arched, sending taut, glistening pelvises to twist in the evening glow. A pert cone of paleness had slipped free of the redhead’s tiny yellow top, and its sharp, darkened tip glinted in the sunlight. While Susan’s moaning was sending the most wonderful vibrations along my cock, those of the string-clad goddess blasted heat into my chest.

A froth-filled scream brought my focus back to Susan just as her head flew backward amid a spray of silvery sparkles. My final jets spurted upward to slap glistening stripes across both trembling figures. Yep, one helluva load. Some talent. Plus, the blue-eyed vixen watching from inside added a good deal of fuel.

While catching her breath, Mandy’s gorgeous daughter tugged and squeezed my draining rod, letting the final thick gleaming strands pulse onto the upturned face of an angel. Although a slurp announced the redhead’s hand leaving her swimsuit, her gaze never left me. The most wonderful smile appeared as she leaned forward to suckle once more.

This time she was gentle and unhurried, teasing the very last droplets of seed onto a ceaseless tongue. Talk about delightful. Yeah, some kind of talented. 

Heart thumping, I risked a quick peek inside to find Mandy’s shaking torso splayed forward over the counter. The crimson nails twitched on the surface as her torso heaved with each racing breath.

A more forceful suck brought my focus back to Susan. She slipped from my dick, letting it dangle across one soft palm. After running her tongue over white-streaked lips, she chortled; it was a wet sound. As she gave me a deliberate, slow blink of long lashes, those pretty brown eyes twinkled in the sun. 

Time slowed way down. The fruity scent of the sunscreen gleaming on both girls flooded my nostrils. Every droplet of sweat on their curves gained a brilliant shimmer. The trails racing down my flanks tickled.

Gods, they were both…stunning. Granted, my cock still rested in a gentle palm, but…wow. Were those Olympians flinging cackles my way? Most likely, yes. 

The wispy strands of that magical moment eased apart at the quiet sound of slow slurping. With the most angelic grin, Susan had scooped a gloopy strand of errant cum from between perky cones and was making a show of swallowing it. 

“Wow, Jim. You are tasty.” She flashed me a wink. “Very tasty.”

The pure sultriness in her tone gave her friend pause. In mid-lick, she stopped cleaning slender digits glossy with their juices. That perfect cone, still uncovered, shimmered in the fading sunshine. 

“Glad you like it.” What more could I say? My fingers peeled blonde strands from Susan’s sticky face. “Plenty more where that came from.” A glance inside showed Mandy flat on the counter, still panting under a disarrayed dark mane. “I’d better scram before your mother returns.”

After a quick salute, I stepped away to retrieve the towel. The soft terrycloth draped my shoulder; not much point in wearing it anymore. While this grinning ancient man sauntered home, the whispers of both young beauties serenaded me. 

Once back in the hot tub, I found the headphones, reclined with the sigh to end all sighs, and closed my eyes. The world wandered away to a medley of tunes from across time. When my phone chirped, announcing dinner was ready in the oven, I rose to the sound of the three women talking and laughing in the pool as if nothing had happened.

Had anything happened? A dream, perhaps? Nope, my balls were hanging low and quite empty. With a quiet chuckle, plus the most delightful shudder, I headed inside.

Several weeks after I saved his family from the scaled terror, Charles was grumbling while we enjoyed beers on my deck. At the last minute, he’d been tapped to host a company get-together. 

“How about something simple?” I suggested. “Outdoors, maybe. Weather’s nice enough.”

“Ah, yes. Great idea!” He scanned his backyard. “A pool party. Hmm, a BBQ.” His gaze flicked back to me. “Wanna come? It’d be good to have somebody Mandy knows around. She, uh….”

“Wife still not getting out much?”

“Um, no. No, she’s not.”

“Sure thing, Charles.” 

A chuckle escaped me; pretty sure I was the reason she wasn’t wandering far. Curtains swished every morning, and her swimsuits could not get tinier.

Before he could respond, I laughed a little louder. “This guy’s got a rule: never turn down free food.”

As such, the following week, my footsteps crunched across the lawn toward the delightful aroma of grilling meat. Yep, salivating, and my grin broadened.

No sooner had I arrived than Charles waved me into a throng of his coworkers. While conversations at first sputtered, with wide-eyed gazes scanning a battered, scarred, and most definitely non-office-worker physique, soon enough I had them laughing. Easy lies slipped from me, describing places never seen, while being careful to conceal those shitholes leaving darkness in my soul. 

Some of those eyes gained an intensity. A good-looking, heavy-set woman with a tinkling laugh kept nudging my arm. Her husband was not so amused, and after a while, I excused myself.

The glittering pool called to me. The chill could be useful; like I said, some of those wandering eyes belonged to mighty attractive spouses, and my trunks were sporting a bit of a tent. Add in the heat of the sun and the coolness had me grinning as I drifted to the far end. While reclining against the wall in the deeper water, my smile widened.

Those other eyes could become as intense as they wanted. My gaze tracked only Mandy. In a loose flower-print sundress, she navigated the crowd, offering food and drinks while Charles schmoozed his bosses.

Her husband had been wrong. As a host, she appeared happy and attentive, ensuring guests wanted for nothing. Earlier, she’d been cordial to me, although her cheeks gained a bright red glow, and her gaze darted away. 

A raft of vibrant pink caught my attention. The translucent plastic was drifting from a sizeable crowd of noisy party-goers clustered in the shallows. As the craft slid closer, moving through a collection of abandoned floats and large, colorful inflated balloons, details arrived. 

With a nervous grin and long, blonde hair fanned across the surface behind her, Susan was pushing the auburn-haired friend atop the raft. The other girl wore a tiny black bikini and lay on her stomach, leaving perfect, tanned buttocks to glisten in the late afternoon sunlight. The same glow filled red hair with bronze sparkles.

“Gonna introduce us this time?” I said, as Mandy’s daughter paddled nearer.

“Desi.” Susan chewed her lower lip.

A quiet moan brought my focus to the redhead right as she jolted. Delicate eyelashes fluttered, and her tongue flickered into view. Another whimper drew me to further details.

While the brown-eyed young beauty clung to the raft, kicking them closer, a hand was under her friend’s hips. The arm was moving, a slow pumping rhythm. Close friends with benefits.

“Well, pleasure to meet you, Desi.” I grinned as the redhead’s neck pulsed.

“Uh… ah, um… Nice to meet you. Oh, fuck…” Light blue eyes flicked to Susan’s grin. “Come on, Susie. Not right here, babe.”

The blonde’s only response was soft laughter. She turned, tugging the raft in a slow circle, until a tight butt in a triangle of orange bumped into my crotch. With a cock already stiffening at that delightful view, the gentle press had me restraining a groan. My fingers clenched the concrete as she continued to glide along my swelling flesh.

“Careful…Susie.” While smiling at Desi’s open-mouthed visage, I shoved into the firm derriere. “This is loaded again.”

Instead of moving away, a tremor slid through the sleek blonde. With a louder moan, her friend arched upwards, staring at her. While Susan’s arm pumped faster under the poor girl, she swept damp golden tresses from her face to look over her shoulder at me.

Red-faced, Desi also turned to me, but her gaze was unfocused, and she was struggling to breathe. As her tongue swept shaking lips, the wet sloshing under her grew even quicker. The whole time, Susan’s bottomless, warm brown eyes bored deeper into me. No words left her, but that hard ass was pressing tighter into my swimsuit, and the much harder bulge beneath it.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna have to fuck you, little girl.”

“Good,” Susan whispered, keeping her gaze on me. 

As I swallowed a gasp at the pure hunger in her voice, she pushed into me once more. That thrust was even more forceful. Okay, I’d thought her only a tease, like her mother, but…. 

No compunctions. Not with her. Not with anyone.

My groan matched hers when I tugged on the swim trunks, releasing my stiff rod into the chilly water. As my cock slid along the hot, slick skin of her back, shivers raced through Susan.

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

Her voice became a shaky mewling as my fingertips skimmed her ribs. When they rose to drag across a perfect, perky chest, she arched upward, unleashing a far louder moan. 

Okay, the music was loud, but…. A muffled thump announced her head collapsing onto the raft. Those lovely brown eyes found me once again. Two things. First, she’d also realized as much, and her lips spread on the glossy plastic, muffling another moan. Second…

“Yep, I’d say you need it.”

With a grin, I drove my fingers under her top to mash the silky heat of those pert globes. More moans sent sparkling spit across the raft as she shoved backward into me.

A loud gulp brought me to Desi. Those frosted blue pools were tracking my groping hands. When I winked at her, she shuddered.

While staring at the redhead’s widening irises, I tugged on the taut orange over that firm ass. The blonde’s legs shifted, letting me catch the bikini bottom with a foot. As it rose, Desi’s breathing raced. Eyes ablaze, Mandy’s gorgeous daughter chewed on the raft. Would it pop? The splat of the soaked material on the plastic made both girls jolt.  

No flinching from me; I was focused, and with a fist clasping my shaft, ran its swollen head through soft, warm petals. Wide-eyed, Susan slid her legs apart as her moaning emitted more frothy bubbles to twinkle in the sun.

She wasn’t the only one who needed “it.” With a grunt, I shoved forward, piercing her. Gods, she was tight! Her insides were fiery and spasmed as my cock sank deeper. Such luscious, velvety heat.

“Wow! It’s so big, Desi….” Susan’s fingernails sank deep into her friend’s skin as she moaned before murmuring, “You were right. I’m so fucking full.”

Although only partially impaled, Susan tore her mouth from the raft to suck hard on the redhead’s arm. A muffled cry erupted as she bucked against me. Her pussy was undulating, squeezing and flailing my sinking shaft. A madness had entered those irises; one I knew all too well.

She’d need to settle before taking more of me. With gritted teeth, I waited while caressing her shaking hips. At last, the tremors slowed.

“That was just a teaser.” 

At my voice, Susan lifted from Desi’s arm, now bearing a bite mark, and looked over her shoulder at me. Her gaze lowered to the swirling water between us. 

“More? Oh, Jesus…”

My grip tightened, then tugged, corkscrewing her little body closer. Both eyelids flew wide, and she chewed those talented lips. The tremors returned.

“Mmm, fuck!” she said, her voice rising.

In a flash, Desi jammed her fingers into Susan’s mouth to muffle the sudden scream. White-rimmed, brown eyes stared at me as she gnawed on the redhead’s slender digits. With each slow torquing motion, I twisted the nubile blonde closer while easing my pelvis forward. Warm, soft paradise parted, letting my cock slide deeper.

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

Rather than reply, I grasped her hand and placed it on her belly. The girl’s eyes became saucers when her digits pressed into the throbbing mass still gliding upward. When I grinned, her lashes fluttered, and her lips again landed on Desi’s arm. After leaving her outstretched, clenching fingers in place, I gripped her waist and took more of the delightful girl.

Soon enough, intense spasms of silken flesh, rippling along my pole, announced another detonation. Susan’s scream, though muffled by her friend’s gleaming skin, blasted a small cloud of bubbles across the translucent raft. 

As I continued to plunge into her contracting walls, Susan lurched backwards. Even as I groaned, she raced on my shaft, each rapid thrust helping engulf more of me. Water splashed and surged as we synchronized. 

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck me nice…Susie. Show big ole’ Jim what that tight little pussy can do.”

With her pleasure-driven waves pummeling my cock, I gripped her shaking hips and looked toward the distant crowd. Fewer folks milled around a handful of tables. While her dad was locked in a conversation with a cluster of half-drunk guests, others were preparing to leave. 

At the far end and hidden by the inflatables, our carnal activity had gone unnoticed. Well, except for Mandy. With those beautiful blue eyes ever so wide, she was shaking behind a portable wet bar. Given me clasping her bucking daughter, pretty clear what was happening. When I unholstered my widest smile, her face bloomed the most amazing shade of crimson, and she sucked hard on her lips. Hidden by the counter, one of her arms began moving a little faster.

“Your mom know you were watching me, Susie?” 

The girl’s response was both unspoken and immediate. She trembled, screamed into her friend’s arm once more, and seized up. A second later, she raced once more. My grip tightened to brake her frenetic stroking. At last, she settled and lifted her mouth to give me a slow shake of her head. A thump followed as the skull wrapped in matted blonde landed on the raft.

For a while, I simply held her, enjoying the vigorous vibrations massaging my shaft. When my hips moved once more, she cried out, muffling the shriek with a loud slurp on the plastic. The flimsy craft was seriously gonna pop at any moment. 

More powerful tremors sent her shaking from side-to side as the raft squeaked beneath her. With such a tight fit, her entrance was being forced inward, and my rod’s prominent ridges were drawing an angry clit into direct contact with me. Far too much for the poor girl to take, and after one final series of intense muscular convulsions. Chest heaving, Susan slumped onto the shiny plastic.

“Not bad for a rookie.” With a sigh, I released my grip on the shaking hips and grinned at her friend’s open-mouthed stare. “Come back when you want to try again.” 

After raking Susan’s arching spine with my fingertips, I pulled free of still-clenching inner walls. Thank the gods, that chill did its work. When I winked at Desi, she gulped. Wide eyes flicked between her panting friend and my grin.

“You can try too, if you feel lucky.” 

Nope, got no response from the redhead. Hadn’t expected one; her mind was also melted. Once further from them, I surveyed the gorgeous wreckage left behind. 

Still missing bikini bottoms, with legs splayed, and the tiny top nothing but a crumpled strip of orange at her neck, Susan floated half on the raft. Her eyes were closed, but contractions rippling through sleek, sun-kissed muscles made those long lashes flutter.

Atop the pink plastic, drifting in a slow swirl under a quickening breeze, Desi stared into the clear water at my shrinking but still-sizable mast. Her gaze rose to find my smile. The most adorable tremor raced through her, and brilliant white teeth chattered as a slender jaw quivered. 

My grin widened. That had felt…good. Though my balls continued to ache, it’d been a long time since enjoying such uncomplicated sex.

After pulling up my swim trunks, I glanced at Mandy. Still behind the bar, her eyes gleamed. Her lips were parted, baring clenched teeth. At my playful wink, she suffered a shudder so powerful the cute flower-print rippled. The one hand in view became white-knuckled as nails clawed at the bar-top.