College Girls Ch. 02

“As you might expect from the title, this story is a continuation of College Girls, Chapter 1. ”

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The morning was chilly, but Susan still felt like having breakfast outside. Almost as soon as she’d sat down she heard someone coming up behind her. She looked up from her yogurt and saw Peter standing nearby, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

“You know my habits,” she said, smiling. “Join me?”

Peter shook his head. “I’d love to, but I’m kind of late. I was hoping that I’d run into you so that … I could invite you to dinner on Thursday.” The last part came out a little too quickly.

She smiled again. She liked it when he was shy and uncertain. She hadn’t seen Peter since the party at Ken’s house the previous week, and … well, she missed him. She missed him a lot. He’d said that he wanted to spend some time with her; and she’d been waiting with increasing impatience for him to ask. But she needed to be clear.

“Just dinner?”

Peter nodded. His confidence was returning. “Yes, just dinner. But there’s something I’d like to show you afterwards.”

Susan giggled – she couldn’t help herself. “Nothing of yours, I hope?”

“I wish. It’s cylindrical and enormous, but it belongs to a friend of mine.”

She played along. “I hope you’ll introduce me.”

“Well, he’ll be out for the evening. But I’m looking after it for him.”

Susan shook her head. “I give up.”

“Good. 7:30?”

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They picked a restaurant where they weren’t likely to see anyone they knew. Susan had to take a cab to get there, which was extravagant. But that was her fault. She had wanted to do it that way. Peter was waiting in a booth at the back, looking dapper in a black button-down oxford shirt. Susan looked around, a little furtively. An older man, out with his wife, eyed her appreciatively. But there wasn’t anyone she recognized.

“It feels like we’re having an affair,” she said. “But without any of the good parts.”

“We could fix that …” Peter said hopefully.

She gave him a scowl that was only partly playful, and he dropped the subject. They chatted comfortably after that, like old friends. Susan felt unexpectedly happy. It was because she didn’t feel any pressure, she realized. There was no place their relationship was supposed to go, nothing she felt she should or shouldn’t do or say. As Peter told her about the anthropology field work he’d done the previous summer, Susan relaxed even more. Maybe they really could just be friends. She’d like that.

By the time dinner was over, Susan was giggling at everything Peter said, even if it wasn’t meant to be funny. She was still a little giddy as they left the restaurant and got into his car. He drove into the hills north of town. For a moment, Susan was afraid that Peter was going to suggest they park on the ridge up there that looked out over the city lights and make out like high-school kids. She tensed up at the thought. But no, he kept on driving, and Susan felt oddly disappointed.

They reached an elegant-looking house with a large open yard behind it. The house was dark and had that slightly creepy no-one’s-home look. Susan glanced at Peter a little suspiciously, but he just pointed towards the back yard and a small round building a little distance from the main house. Peter seemed to have a key for it. Her first impression of the dim interior left her more puzzled than ever. They’d stepped into a small room dominated by a desk laden with computers and humming electronic equipment. There was a big, comfy-looking couch against the opposite wall and a door that presumably led deeper into the building.

Susan leaned close to Peter, conspiratorially, and lowered her voice. “So you’re a spy? Is that it? I’d always suspected as much.”

He grinned. “Yes, well, I knew I’d have to tell you sooner or later.” He looked insufferably smug. “Actually, this is called the ‘warm room’.”

“Implying a cold room somewhere nearby?”

He indicated the inside door. “Right this way.”

They stepped through the door and into a larger and even darker space with a concrete floor. It was indeed quite chilly. As her eyes adjusted, Susan could make out a metal framework that formed a large cylinder mounted at an angle to a steel pipe. She nodded, finally getting it.

“An observatory.”

“Right. One of the biggest private ones in the state, apparently. Built by a friend of mine named Jason. If you ever meet him he’ll tell you all about it. Just make sure you don’t have anything else planned for that evening. Anyway, you said that you were interested in astronomy.”

Susan looked around, trying to take it all in.

“Of course,” Peter continued, “if I had his money, I’d probably buy a Lamborghini instead …”

“That’s because you’re shallow and narcissistic.”

“Right. I love you too.”

Susan let that one slide. “How does it work?” she asked, pointing to the telescope. “Can we look through it?”

“That’s why we’re here. You can control everything from the warm room, if you want to stay, you know, warm. But then you’ll just be looking at a computer screen. It’s just not the same. It’s like looking at a photograph of someone instead of the real person.”

Peter studied her for a moment and smiled. She smiled back. “Not that I wouldn’t mind having a photograph of you,” he said.

“Later. How do you turn it on or whatever?”

Peter sighed. “I don’t know the details. Jason just left it set up in idiot mode for me. Any favorite objects you’d like to look at?”

She thought about that for a second. “Sure. How about the Andromeda galaxy? Can you do that?”

“I’ll try.”

He walked up to a small display screen at the base of the telescope. He typed something and the roof of the building slid open slowly. Very cool, Susan thought. I want one of these for my bedroom for warm summer nights. The telescope slewed around and settled into a position pointing almost straight up.

“I guess Andromeda is near the zenith at the moment.” He peered into the eyepiece and nodded. “Have a look. You might have to re-focus.”

Susan studied the instrument for a moment. There was a big camera attachment off to one side. Otherwise, it looked like a lot like the little telescope she’d pestered her dad to buy for her when she was fourteen and all her friends wanted ponies. She had to lean over quite a bit to get her head lined up properly with the eyepiece. She noticed Peter taking advantage of her position to admire the way her black pants stretched over her rear. She smiled to herself and ignored him. She tweaked the focusing knob until …

“Oh, my god, there it is!”

A swirl of stars filled her field of vision, brilliantly clear and surprisingly colorful. She’d seen photographs of this galaxy – she even had an astronomy book that had it on its cover. But Peter was right. Really seeing it … It was like going to Paris and actually seeing the Eiffel Tower or the Mona Lisa.

“I guess this is why people have telescopes,” Susan said. “Normal people, I mean. Not scientists.”

“Well, I’m not sure that Jason fully qualifies as normal …”

“You’re just jealous. How long have you known him?”

“About a month.”

“Just a month? And he lets you use his observatory when he isn’t around?”

“I think he sees me as a kindred spirit. I’m not sure that’s an entirely good thing.”

Peter was grinning, though. He fiddled with the keyboard again. “Here’s a globular cluster Jason showed me. I like all the purples and blues. But, really, you can point this thing just about anywhere and it’s one wonder after another.”

They traded smiles as Peter moved the telescope around. The ring nebula in Lyra was wisp of blue vapor, the crab nebula like the chaos of a Jackson Pollock canvas. Susan felt like a kid in a candy store. But there was something Peter had said that was bothering her.

“You just met Jason a month ago? About the same time we met?”

“The next day, actually. You told me that you were interested in astronomy, so I asked my physics professor if he knew any amateurs in the area who had telescopes. He introduced me to Jason.”

“Wow. Just so you could take me here?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“What would you have done if I’d told you that I was interested in lion taming?”

Peter looked at the floor. “Are you angry?”

“No. Not at all. I think that was really sweet. I’m just … surprised, I guess. That you’d go to that much trouble.”

“No trouble at all. I think it’s just as cool as you do. Okay, cool isn’t the right word. It’s really pretty nerdy. But it got me alone with you in a dark room, right?”

She nodded and took a step closer to him. “Yes. It did. So what are you going to do about it?”

They were facing each other, only a few inches apart. The invitation had been as clear as she could make it. She hadn’t planned it this way. Exactly the opposite, actually. But something had changed. Her reservations had evaporated the instant she’d looked into the eyepiece. Why? Were galaxies and nebulae erotic? There was no time to wonder about that. A heartbeat later there was no distance at all between them. Peter lifted her chin and kissed her. Her arms went around his neck, pulling them even closer together, and his warmth flowed into her, dissolving the chill of the observatory.

After a long time, Peter broke the kiss. “There’s a couch in the warm room,” he said.

Susan nodded, barely able to speak. “Okay.”

Her legs began to shake as she followed him into the small room, and she had to sit down on the couch. Her hands were clumsy as she tried to undo her blouse; the buttons on her sleeves took three or four tries. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her pants and shimmied out of them. She was wearing her prettiest underwear – light blue, sheer and silky. The high cut of the panties exposed the sides of her hips, and her nipples, hard as pebbles, were easily visible through the filmy fabric of the bra. Without admitting it to herself, she was thinking this might happen when she’d dressed that evening.

“These stay on,” she said, indicating her wispy underthings. “‘Cause, you know.”

Peter sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

He wasn’t doing much better than she had with the buttons on his shirt. She waited, sitting nervously on the edge of the couch, looking down, her hands in her lap, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. The rustling of clothes seemed to go on for a long time. When she finally looked up, Peter was standing next to her, completely naked.

“Oh,” she said, flustered. She’d expected him to leave his shorts on, to sort of keep things even. She thought about asking him to put some clothes back on, but that seemed a little ridiculous. And … well, she really wanted to look at him. When she’d seen him before it had been so furtive, through half-closed eyes in her dorm or across that dark room in Ken’s house. But here he was, right in front of her, all of him: the smooth columns of his legs, the neat rows and columns on his taut stomach, the muscles playing in his arms as he reached for her. And his cock sticking straight up, long and pale and quivering slightly. She wanted to wrap her hands around it; she’d wanted to since the night she first saw him, and now there it was, just a few inches away …

But she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it, not yet. She reached out tentatively and laid one hand on his chest instead. He stood still and let her caress him. His skin was soft, but she was always aware of the muscles beneath it, tough and vital. She ran her hand down his stomach and along his hip. Without exactly meaning to, her arm brushed against the tip of his cock. Peter shuddered.

Susan pulled her hand away quickly. No. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t touch him there. Being half-naked like this was all right, somehow. But that would take her somewhere else, somewhere she couldn’t let herself go.

Peter hesitated, then sat down beside her on the couch and leaned over to kiss her. That was better, much better. She let the kiss swallow all her thoughts until she was completely lost in it, her eyes closing, her body bending towards his. She realized vaguely that his hands were on her bare shoulders and without meaning to she was falling slowly backward until she was lying on her back. Peter shifted his body until he was alongside her and his lips found hers again. So much of him was touching her; what they’d done before had been so fleeting, a quick kiss, a few touches. This felt so much more complete. They could take their time, explore each other.

He lay between her thighs now and the hair on his legs tickled her sensitive skin. She put her hands on his shoulders tentatively and ran them down his back, bumping over his ribcage, wanting to feel the firmness of his butt. She’d been dying to touch it since she’d watched him from behind, pumping in and out of Kate as she lay bent over the arm of Ken’s couch. Susan moved her fingertips a little further down, to where his buttocks began to curve up from his lower back. Peter’s kisses became more urgent; his tongue probed deeper into her mouth. Susan’s pussy throbbed so badly she could barely stand it. Peter shifted down a little until his cock, brutally hard now, pressed against her mound. “Oh, god”, she thought. I have to have him.

His hips shifted back, easing the pressure for a moment. Susan tried to catch her breath. And then suddenly she felt the head of his cock pushing the fabric of her panties into her pussy. The tip, all of it, strained at her opening. If it weren’t for that little bit of cloth he’d be …

Peter grunted and jerked his hips forward, desperate to drive himself deeper inside. Susan’s body didn’t know how to react, the wanting him and not wanting him left her paralyzed, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Finally, Peter took a deep breath and willed himself to stop. He lifted himself onto his elbows, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just lost control …”

“I know,” Susan said thickly. Me too.”

He collected himself for a moment then leaned down to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and let her fingers stray across his butt, following the curve of the taut muscles. His lips grazed her skin, his breath warming each spot. He kissed her along the edge of her bra strap, stopping as he reached the top of one cup. Then he surprised her by pulling the strap down until the cup had peeled partway back, exposing the top of her breast and a sliver of pink aureole. Susan saw his nostrils flare, his eyes move down her chest.

I’ll stop him if he pulls it any lower, she thought, not sure if she really would. But he didn’t. He just dragged his tongue across the flushed, sensitive skin below her neck. His hand moved between their bodies, stroking her belly, tracing the edge of her hip, teasing the skin above her panties.

And then he did it again, grabbing the top of her panties and pulling them down. Susan gasped when she realized what had happened. The waistband was now halfway down her hips, freeing a puff of pubic hair. The protection her minimal clothing provided had become even more ephemeral. Peter looked down at her, his eyes lingering on the remaining triangles of fabric. He moved his head down until he could kiss the newly exposed skin just above her bra. She let out a sharp cry as the tip of his tongue moved across the boundary that marked where the darker-pink skin of her aureole began. The tiny bumps offered more resistance than the smooth skin of her breast, and the infinitesimal friction sent sparks through her entire body. She couldn’t stand it. If he were to rip the rest of her clothing off right now she wouldn’t stop him. She wanted to beg him to do it “now”, to suck her whole breast into his mouth, to slip his fingers into her pussy. But she couldn’t, she just couldn’t. He kept licking along the edge of her bra. He wormed the tip of his tongue under it until he found where her nipple began to rise, the skin there pulled tight, painfully hard and blindingly sensitive. He tickled and nuzzled and worried the tiny bit of flesh until she ground her pussy against his thigh and let out a sharp moan.

Peter pulled back, startled at the violence of her reaction. Susan let go of him and lay back, her eyes closed, her barely-covered breasts slick with perspiration. She wanted his mouth back on her skin; she wanted him to kiss her everywhere, on every inch of her exposed flesh. And tonight, at least, he seemed so perfectly attuned to her unspoken desires that he did exactly that. His nose tickled along the gentle curve of her stomach, his tongue flicked into her belly button. He stroked along the insides of her arms and blew gently on her inner thighs, setting all of her alight, leaving her buoyant and breathless.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed. His lips and his tongue never seemed to tire of her. As he worked his way closer to her center, Susan realized that her panties had been pulled awry and the narrow strip of fabric between her legs had sunk into her pussy, leaving her swollen outer lips exposed. The same thing had happened in his dorm room. But this time she didn’t have the strength to fight it. She just sighed and let her legs move a little further apart. She felt Peter’s breath at the junction of her thighs and then the gentle rasp of his tongue, exploring the bare, puffy flesh, flushed pink now and fragrant with her juices. He licked her everywhere, sucking the folds between his lips, teasing along the edge of the bunched fabric that just barely blocked his access to her deepest recesses.

Her arousal deepened like a cat’s purring, like the electric hum of the equipment in the room, steady and powerful, saturating every part of her. She hardly noticed when Peter moved back on top of her and their limbs entwined. He had so many different textures, his neck so soft, the muscles in his chest so dense, and his cock … it was like silk, like horn, like iron, burning hot and sticky-wet at the tip. Then their lips met and that felt more like sex than anything else they’d done so far. All the touching, the licking, that was just … playing, fooling around, something friends might do together if they’d had too much to drink or just felt closer than usual. She’d kept her clothes on, sort of. But their lips were naked, completely naked. The way he was kissing her – she couldn’t just tell herself that it was innocent. She couldn’t talk to Kate about it. She had to “stop”.

She pulled away, out from under him, until they were lying side by side. Peter didn’t say anything. He knew as well as she did that they were about to cross a line, the real line. He’d been a gentleman, keeping his hands out from her underneath her clothes, mostly, anyway. And she hadn’t touched him … not on his private places. That was how it needed to stay.

She thought about it for a moment then shifted around on the couch, crawling down until her face was just opposite his cock. She let her hair brush against the shaft, let the head glide along the smooth skin of her cheek and her neck.

“Susan,” he whispered. “Don’t.”

“Shh,” she said. “It’s all right.”

Her hand stroked his inner thigh, stopping just as she could touch the pubic hair around his balls. Peter’s cock jumped, brushing against her face, almost as if it was seeking her lips. She inhaled his sharp musk and stared at the pulsating vein that ran along the underside, following it up to the helmet-shaped head, blushing crimson now. She brushed it with her forehead, with her nose. The skin seemed so smooth and elastic, so supple. She breathed gently on it, enjoying Peter’s reaction. The feeling was starting again, the pressure building in her loins. She didn’t have the patience he did. She needed more of him “now”.

She sat up and pushed on Peter’s shoulder until he rolled onto his back. She admired his recumbent form for a moment, the broad chest and flat stomach. Then she swung one leg over him until she was sitting across his thighs, his cock nestled against the front of her panties. She readjusted them to give him a smoother surface, then began shifting forward and back, rubbing his shaft through the furrow between her pussy lips. She loved the warmth of his skin against the backs of her thighs and her butt, the feel of him sliding against her. Peter reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, pushing her stiff nipples hard into her chest.

“Mom, Ron’s awake.” Amy said, causing her mother to turn and acknowledge Ron. His cock was still jerking and bobbing, hidden beneath the sheets, still seeking the orgasm that had been but seconds away. As Pam shifted on the bed, the towel stretched tightly against her body. Her boobs were straining to break free, but Pam seemed to be very conscious of her appearance to Ron, and held the material tightly with her free hand. Ron immediately felt guilty for having been so obvious in staring at her, although given recent events, he doubted Amy minded at all.

Upon giving the phone to Ron, Pam tried to modestly scoot off the end of the bed. It was hard to keep the towel from gaping open, and she felt Ron eyes on her even as he began speaking to his mother. She silently returned to the bathroom to get her bikini on and head to the beach as quickly as possible, anxious for some time alone to yet again work on getting herself together, and push the lustful thoughts from her brain.

Ron began updating his mother on their trip to date as best he could, although his raging hard-on and the recent vision of Pam’s nude body playing peek-a-boo with him through her towel were making it difficult for him to concentrate. He managed to keep the conversation to a minimum, and just as he was preparing to hang up, Pam emerged from the bathroom carrying her beach towel and wearing an oversized tee shirt, evidently covering her bikini, and whispered to Amy she was headed to the beach.

As Ron turned to replace the receiver back in its cradle, Amy quickly confirmed Beth was still sleeping, then she deftly slid her entire body beneath the sheets, pressing herself nicely between his muscular legs.

“Amy! What are you doing?” Ron whispered, glancing first at Beth only a few feet from them, then at the squirming sheet between his legs. Amy chose not to answer him with words, but to show him her intentions, as she quickly pulled his cock from the stretched leg opening of his shorts. She grasped his shaft firmly in her small hands, holding him tightly as he tried to move from her grasp. He wanted her hands and mouth on him, but Ron had been close to achieving a wet dream when she woke him up, and he knew it wouldn’t take long until he was cumming. He was afraid he would be unable to keep from waking Beth when his orgasm finally came.

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Beth was actually shocked at Amy’s brazenness. She had done a lot of daring things in her day, but giving a blowjob to her boyfriend while an adult slept only two feet away was something even Beth would not have attempted in her teenage days. Not that she was complaining, Beth thought Amy’s naughty actions were wonderful and would only serve to make their trip all the more exciting. She watched discreetly as Ron eventually gave up his efforts to escape from the little nymph beneath his sheets, seeming to resolve himself to receiving a good-morning blowjob.

Beth was once again frustrated at not being able to see anything. She decided to go on the offensive before Amy could get Ron off. She began to stir as if waking. Beth figured they would react in one of two ways. Either they would acknowledge Amy was beneath the sheets, or she would try to hide there, either way Beth figured it would be fun to torment them some.

Beth opened her eyes, pretending to be only half awake, and slowly propped herself up on her elbow, her head resting in her hand as she looked in Ron’s direction. “Morning”, she said to him in a soft voice.

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Ron had noticed some movement from Beth’s bed just in time to pull his knees up as far as he could. He was still sitting upright in the position he had assumed to conceal his erection form Amy’s mom, his back against the small night table that held the phone. Due to still being firmly tucked beneath the foot of his bed, the sheet was stretched tight as it sloped up from the mattress and over his knees. He hoped the sheet was tented and taut enough to conceal Amy.

“Good morning.” He responded, glancing toward Beth and immediately noticing how her position on the bed was providing an enticing view of her left breast as it tried to escape from the neckline of her gown.

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Amy froze at the sound of Beth’s voice. She scrunched her body up tight between Ron’s legs and looked around beneath the sheet as best she could. She thought she was safely concealed, and from the sound of Beth’s voice, it did not appear she had noticed what they were doing. Amy didn’t want Beth to catch her giving Ron a blowjob. Even though Amy knew Beth had spied on them last night, she didn’t think even Beth would just sit there and condone her friend’s teenage daughter sucking a hard dick while she sat and watched. Then again, Amy was not really sure what Beth might or might not do in a given situation. That thought sent a jolt through her body as she tugged Ron’s still hard rod downward to her lips, gently flicking her tongue across his sensitive head while Beth and Ron began to talk.

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“Where are the others?” Beth asked as she proped herself up higher on her elbow, purposely allowing even more of her tanned breast to peek from her gown. She could feel the lacy edge of her neckline on her stiffening nipple, indicating her silver dollar sized areola were very nearly exposed.

Ron’s cock had not lost any hardness, yet the initial fear of being caught had repressed his impeding orgasm. Now, as Amy’s tongue flicked up and down against him while he tried not to get caught staring at Beth’s boobs, his cock began to throb once again.

“Ron? I said, ‘where are the others?’ Are you okay?” Beth fought to keep a straight face as she broke Ron’s trance.

“What? Uh, Oh, yeah, They ah, went to, I mean Pam went to the beach and Amy went for a jog.” Ron said as he tried not to moan from the sensations Amy’s lips were now providing him.

“You about ready to get some sun too?” Beth asked as she rolled over to the opposite edge of the bed and swung her feet to the floor. Ron was watching intently as her gown scooted further and further up her thigh. By the time she stood up, her tanned leg up to her hip was visible for a brief second, until her gown fell back into place, concealing her legs to just above her knees.

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Amy was taking her time with Ron, not wanting him to cum too fast. She alternated sucking his purple colored head past her lips with gentle kisses across his balls while she pressed his cock up firmly against his stomach. Ron was motionless as he attempted to keep up a conversation with Beth, and Amy was fully enjoying this opportunity to drive him completely crazy. She only hoped Beth wouldn’t leave them alone right away, she was having too much fun as things were to quit anytime soon.

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Little did Amy know, but Beth had no intention of leaving them alone anytime soon. She was simply biding her time until she could come up with something to do that would appear innocent, and if not innocent, at least plausible enough to young Ron that he would not be certain she was doing it with the intention of being a cocktease. As Beth did a slow stretch, pulling first one arm, then the other over her head, causing her gown to rise up dangerously close to revealing her firm ass, it came to her.

She turned back to face Ron, with only the sofa bed on which she had been sleeping separating them. “I’ll get my bed put away, then we can get to yours a little easier to fold it up and store it over in the corner.” Beth said as she bent over to straighten the covers on her bed, knowingly allowing Ron a clear view down past the drooping neckline of her gown. Offering such a clear view of her tanned breasts to a teenage boy would normally have been exciting enough for Beth, but letting Ron ogle her while his big cock was likely being stroked, or maybe even silently sucked by Amy underneath the sheets was proving to be quite a turn-on.

Beth continued on with some innocent chatter about their plans for the day. Talking about how much fun she was having, and even stating what a lucky guy Ron was to have Amy for his girlfriend, all the while she kept bending and stretching as she made and folded her sofa bed, intentionally letting him admire her as the thin cotton gown slid across her toned and tanned body

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Amy almost giggled aloud when Beth told Ron he was lucky to have such a sweet girlfriend. She wanted to peek from beneath the sheet to see what Ron was seeing. Knowing Beth, she guessed she was not too concerned about whether or not Ron was checking her out.

Amy continued to pace herself, and therefore Ron. She had learned from her numerous blowjobs the tell-tale sign of Ron’s balls contracting, indicating his orgasm was not far off. There was enough light shining through the white cotton sheets to allow her to see Ron’s crotch quite clearly. She could see how his balls were indeed pulling up tight to the base of his penis, so she let his swollen head slip quietly from her lips and the rhythmic swirling her tongue had been providing for that last couple of minutes. As she heard Beth moving around the room, Amy held Ron’s cock firmly in her tiny fist, trying not to squeeze or stroke him, and dipped her face further down between his legs. She rested her head gently against his thigh, making sure the sheet still safely stretched above her, across his knees, to conceal her presence, and began to plant soft kisses across his balls.

The absence of her lips on his super-sensitive cockhead had the effect she desired, and his impeding orgasm slowly faded away. As it did, his balls once again began to sag from his body, allowing Amy to ever so gently lick and kiss his ever growing scrotum, occasionally taking an entire ball into her hot wet mouth.

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Ron, under normal circumstances, would have ranked the work Amy was administering to his cock and balls right up there as one of her best efforts, but under the present conditions he could only think of what she was doing to him as something he was being forced to endure. He was working so hard not to let Beth know what was happening just beneath the sheets that it was almost pure torture.

And then there was Beth. Ron’s naivety was leading him to believe Beth was completely unaware of the way she was inadvertently flashing him. He didn’t even consider a woman Beth’s age would find any fun in purposely exposing herself to a young boy like himself. Amy, on the other hand, was obviously getting off on these perverted situations she was getting him involved in, but he chalked that up to teenage exploration, his mind managing to keep her behavior totally separate from anything that might be motivating Beth.

As Amy alternated sucking first his left, then his right ball past her moist lips, Ron’s eyes followed Beth as she made her way past the foot of his bed, still making polite conversation.

“So, I hope we are going to have nice sunny weather again today, I heard someone say yesterday there might be a storm coming through this morning.” Beth said as she neared the window and began to twirl open the blinds.

As the brilliant sunlight began to stream between the widening blinds, Ron watched Beth’s gown transform from a fairly modest cotton nightgown until it was almost completely transparent. Her body was clearly silhouetted by the Caribbean sun, and as she turned slightly to face him, the light now striking the front of her body, he could even see the whispy blond hair growing between her legs.

“Looks nice, huh?” Beth asked, deliberately throwing him the loaded question. She noticed the look on Ron’s face, which was all she needed to see to know the streaming sunlight had provided him the view she had intended.

“Sure does,” Ron responded, staring at Beth’s crotch longer than he should have. He looked up to meet her eyes. Beth had a perfectly normal look on her face, and he quickly realized she was talking about the weather. At this very second, Amy began once again to firmly stroke his shaft as her lips traveled up from his balls and joined her slowly moving hand.

“Ah!” He gasped at the sudden tugging on his cock.

Beth turned to face him completely, “Are you ok?”

Ron quickly composed himself, even as Amy’s lips wrapped over his throbbing head. “Yes, ….I was just……you know, …..ah ….um…..I just scraped my back, ….you know….. across the table behind me,…. but I’m ok.” He was finding it almost impossible to speak coherently with Beth. Amy’s tongue was working feverishly on the sensitive underside of his cock, and Beth was still standing there, her boobs looking even larger and more perfect than ever, framed by the bright light and her slender body.

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As Ron stumbled over his words, Beth discreetly examined the tented sheet extending from Ron’s knees to the foot of the bed, and had she not known Amy was hiding there, doing no telling what to young Ron, she would never have even suspected her presence in the room with them.

“Well, I certainly hope you are okay. You still have a lot of duties to perform as my personal cabana boy, remember?” Beth said, smiling sweetly at Ron when his eyes moved quickly from her near nude body up to meet her gaze. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told anybody about the perverted little assumption you made during our game of hangman on the plane, but I do expect some service in return for my silence.”

The fact that Amy could not see her offered Beth the opportunity to be pretty daring in her cockteasing. Realizing, however, that her last statement might be interpreted by Amy as an attempt to push Ron into some sort of sexual favor, Beth explained further, “You know what I mean, getting me drinks, bringing me towels, all those things a good cabana boy would do.”

Beth’s intention was to mercilessly tease Ron while making her actions appear completely innocent and inadvertent. She wasn’t sure how far she could take her actions before Ron would suspect she was intentionally tempting him. Beth guessed she could get pretty bold as long as she carried on an appropriate conversation and never let on she even suspected her actions were having an affect on him. Even if he did suspect she was purposely teasing him, Beth doubted he would feel confident enough in his suspicions to say or do anything about it, especially after the way she had shot him down after the game of hangman.

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Amy felt Ron’s body tense up when Beth mentioned the whole “cabana boy” thing, but she didn’t relent on his cock. She would make sure to question him about that later. Right now his cockhead was engorged and she could feel it throbbing against her lips as she deftly planted wet, sucking kisses all over it. Amy took care to keep her body safely concealed beneath the sheets as she heard Beth moving from near the windows back past the foot of the bed.

She once again noticed Ron’s balls contracting upward, and allowed her lips to disengage from the sensitive underside of the tip of his cock. She dropped her head back down against his inner thigh and began to lightly lick and blow on his saliva coated shaft. Her left hand was still firmly gripping his prick up near its head, but she was not squeezing or stroking him, intent on prolonging this experience. She managed to position her right hand on his tight scrotum and softly glide her fingertips back and forth over each ball, waiting for them to begin to sag back away from his shaft, thus signaling her when she could resume her blowjob in full force.

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Ron was disappointed in two things. First that Amy had stopped just when he thought he might get to cum in her mouth, and second, that Beth was moving from in front of the window, her gown becoming less sheer with every step away from the direct light.

Ron felt the need to keep up the conversation, hoping to make it less obvious he was ogling Beth at every opportunity, “What is the plan for today? Anything particular?” He asked

Beth stopped at the chest of drawers just across from the end of Ron’s roll-away bed, she bent forward and began to rummage through the bottom drawer as she responded to Ron, “Nothing special that I know of, lots of sand and sun is my agenda.” As she spoke, Beth could feel the hem of her gown rise higher and higher until her ass was only inches from being exposed to Ron’s lustful gaze.

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Amy’s fingernails tenderly scraping across his cum filled balls, coupled with her firm grasp of his pulsing shaft was keeping Ron fully aroused and erect, even though his orgasm had subsided with the absence of her lips around his cock. His cock twitched within her grasp as he observed Beth bending over, searching through the bottom drawer of the dresser. As she fumbled through the clothes and swimsuits, Beth kept talking about shelling, snorkeling, tanning, on and on so much that he tuned her out and concentrated solely on her lovely body. Just we he was certain her ass and pussy was about to peek from beneath her gown, Beth straightened up, holding up a bright green bikini for Ron’s inspection, “I like this one for today, you agree?”

It took Ron a few seconds to realize she had said something that warranted a response from him, “Oh, ….yeah, it looks great”

“Thanks,” Beth said, flipping on the TV to the Caribbean version of MTV, “I just love this island music.” She began to sway her hips in time to the steady beat of the music as she headed to the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, Ron pulled the sheets up to see Amy grinning up at him, his cock now firmly encased in her hands. She pulled the head forward and down to her lips and began to lick and suck once again on his tormented cock.

“Amy! You have to get up now while Beth is in the bathroom.” Ron whispered. Even before Amy could respond, the bathroom door began to open. Ron quickly pulled the sheets back into place and turned to see Beth stepping into the doorway. She was staring past Ron to the TV as she said, “I just love this song, I heard it by the pool yesterday, who sings this?” As she spoke, seemingly unaware of Ron’s eyes on her, Beth reached beneath the hemline of the gown and pulled it upward. As it scrunched up around her waist, Ron quickly realized she had already put on the bikini bottoms and was absentmindedly adjusting them as she stared at the music video, waiting to find out who the artist was. The sight was incredibly sexy, even though her body was far more concealed than she would be later on at the beach.

After a few seconds she turned to go back into the bathroom, saying, “Let me know when the video is going off so I can see who the band is, ok?”

“Sure, no problem.” Ron replied. He noticed Beth had accidentally left the bathroom door open a little. From his position on the bed, he could see through the small opening, easily viewing Beth’s reflection in the mirror.

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Beth was pretty sure Ron would be staring at her after she ‘accidentally’ let the door stay open a few inches. She couldn’t look to confirm, just in case he would see her checking out the situation. She turned away from the mirror, knowing it would only serve to frustrate Ron not to get a clear view of her breasts. Beth pulled the gown up and over her head. She waited a few seconds before picking up the bikini top off the towel rack, giving her audience a nice view of her near nude body.

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Ron was willing her to turn and face the mirror, but until then she did he was fully enjoying the vision of her sexy ass and back. She picked up her bikini bra and lifted up her hands to tie the strings around her neck. Even though she hand never turned to give him a clear view of her boobs, Ron was enjoying the way he could see the swell of Beth’s breasts peeking around her rib cage as she moved her arms while securing the neck straps.

As he took in the sexy show Beth was unknowingly putting on for him, Amy was again sucking and licking with all her ability. Ron wanted desperately to cum, but he was uncertain he could maintain control if she got him off with Beth so nearby. As if reading his mind, Amy slowed down, allowing his orgasm to recede, if only momentarily.

Ron had forgotten all about the music video, and as the song begin to end, Beth quickly emerged from the bathroom. She was pressing the cups of the green suit to her chest, the strings that would be tied across her back dangling down next to her ribs. “Ron, you were supposed to find out who sang that, you are definitely failing in your cabana boy duties.” She said jokingly. “Well, at least you can redeem yourself a little, would you tie this for me?”

Beth turned and sat on the edge of the bed, her back almost touching Ron’s raised knee, which was the only thing separating her from Amy and his cock. Ron sat there motionless, afraid to relinquish his grip on the sheet for fear it might slip down and expose Amy.

“Well?” Beth asked, turning three quarters around to look at Ron, “Are you going to tie it or not?”

“Sure, sorry, it is just that….ah….well your hair is in my way.” Ron made a feeble attempt at stalling for time.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize.” Beth said and turned back around, presenting her bare back and the untied bikini to Ron. She then let the top hang freely from the strings around her neck as she brought both hands up to her neck, scooped up her hair and piled it up on top of her head. “Is that better?”

“Sure, now I can do it.” Ron replied. From his position, he could see most of Beth’s left breast as the small triangle of material hung loosely across her tanned globe, hiding her nipple from his view. Ron finally let go of the sheet, and to his horror, it began to slide slowly down his lower stomach as the tension of the cotton material across his knees lessened.

Before he could even grab the sheet again, it quit moving, evidently reaching an equilibrium across his thighs. He could actually see Amy’s hand stroking his cock beneath the edge of the repositioned sheet. Ron decided to move quickly before the sheet completely pulled up and over his knees and he reached around Beth’s back to retrieve the green strings. He pulled them across her back, almost thankful the tempting view of her boobs was at least partially removed. He quickly tied a loose bow knot and retrieved the sheet, anchoring it snugly across his waist with his nearly trembling hands.

“Thanks” Beth said as she stood and turned to face Ron. “Does this look ok?” Before he could answer, Beth went on, “Ron, never mind about me, you look a little flushed, do you feel alright?”

She stepped closer to him and placed her hand across his forehead. “You feel kind of clammy.” Let me get you something to eat and drink. You relax and I will bring you some breakfast.” Beth turned to go to the kitchen, grinning to herself for the turmoil she, and likely Amy, were inflicting upon their teenage victim.

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Amy stopped her stimulation of Ron’s rock hard cock, wanting to time his orgasm just right. She was a little suspicious as to Beth’s motives, knowing at least some of her history as a cocktease, not to mention the little scene she had observed of Beth and those two girls spying on Ron in the bathroom last night.

Amy wanted to have Ron cum with Beth sitting or standing right next to him. She had tried to get him off while he was tying her bikini, but it all happened too fast. Amy’s pussy was soaked from her actions beneath the sheets, but she knew she would find time for Ron to take care of her later, for now she was intent to give him an experience he would never forget.

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Ron sat there watching Beth move about the small kitchen area. As she stretched and bent to retrieve things from the cabinets, her bottoms, which to begin with had only covered maybe 1/2 of each cheek, was creeping into the crevice between her firm buns, until it more closely resembled a thong bottom. Beth was making no effort to reposition the material, and Ron began to wonder if she realized the sight she was presenting to him. He also noticed that due to the loosely tied strings across her back, a portion of each tanned breast was peeking from beneath the bottom edge of each triangle of green material.

After a few moments, Ron’s cock, while still granite hard and throbbing, was no longer on the immediate verge of exploding. Amy was working him right to the edge and then backing off, over and over again. As Beth stepped from the kitchen with a glass of juice and a jelly donut, Amy began to suck and stroke him once again.

Ron was making a valiant effort to keep his face from giving away the actions Amy was taking beneath the sheet. Beth sat once again on the edge of the bed, her left foot tucked back and her knee pulled up so that her thigh was pointing directly at Ron. Her right foot was still on the floor. He glanced quickly at Beth’s crotch, able to see how the slick material of her suit was hugging her pussy so tightly as to offer a hint of the outline of her outer lips. He diverted his eyes when he felt Beth place her elbow on his knee only inches from the top of Amy’s head, her arm extending out toward his chest, holding the paper plate and donut in her left hand.

As Beth offered the juice to Ron with her right hand, she noticed a bead of perspiration popping up across his upper lip. Instead of reaching for the glass, he just leaned forward and placed his lips against it. She knew he was intent on keeping the sheet in place and concealing Amy lying between his legs, and didn’t question his actions, but just tilted the glass to let the cool juice pass over his lips.

As Ron was sipping the juice, leaning forward slightly, he felt Beth’s left boob pressing firmly against his outer thigh. This caused the already ample cleavage offered by her bikini to be pressed further out for his examination. As she removed the glass from his lips, Beth said, “There now, you really need to get some nourishment inside you, your head looks all hot and puffy.”

Amy stifled a giggle in response to Beth’s comment about Ron’s head, gently scraping her teeth across the hot and puffy head trapped between her lips at that very second. Ron shifted slightly in response to Amy’s nibble, causing Beth to also move with the shifting mattress. The flimsy paper plate that had been poised over Ron’s stomach ‘accidentally’ slipped from Beth’s grasp, allowing the donut to flip and land directly on Ron’s chest. The gooey white icing stuck to his nearly hairless skin as it began to slide further down toward his waist. Ron was unable to let go of the sheet to stop the donuts descent.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Beth said, appearing genuinely remorseful for the intentional mishap. “I am just too clumsy sometimes.” As she reached over to retrieve the donut, she gave it a firm squeeze, causing the raspberry jelly to squirt out across Ron’s stomach. “Oh my, I did it again, let me get that cleaned up for you.”

Amy wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew she was ready to push Ron over the edge. If Beth caught them she did, Amy was not going to worry about that at this moment.

“It’s ok, I can take care of it, really.” Ron said, hoping to get some distance between him and Beth, especially since it was evident Amy was beginning to suck him with a renewed passion.

Beth was hearing none of it, claiming it was her fault. She leaned closer to him and began to scoop up the jelly with her fingers. She noticed Ron’s knuckles actually turning white as he gripped the sheet tightly across his waistline. “It is a shame to waist this, do you want some?” Beth said, offering her jelly coated fingers to his lips.

Ron was fighting with all his might to maintain his composure. As he responded, Ron could feel his face getting flushed due to Beth’s close proximity as Amy silently, yet urgently sucked and licked his prick, “Ah….no thanks….. I am not all that hungry.”

“Well, suit yourself.” Beth said as she brought her red glazed fingers to her own mouth and slowly sucked off the raspberry jelly. “Mmm, that really is good.” Beth cooed as her hand dropped back to Ron’s muscled stomach to scoop up another portion of jelly.

Ron could not believe what was happening to him. Beth was, intentionally or not, driving him nuts, and Amy was seemingly intent on making him cum as soon as she could. Ron knew it wouldn’t take long as his gaze followed Beth’s hand with it’s freshly obtained jelly, his eyes diverted only when he noticed how Beth’s erect nipples were trying to poke through her bikini top.

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Beth was getting so wet, she was concerned her bikini bottoms would soon begin to turn a darker shade of green. She had never had such fun being a tease before. Her ability to completely tease such an innocent teenage boy, with a big cock to boot, all the while his girlfriend was probably servicing him beneath the sheets was just too perfect. And the fact that she was still acting as if she had no idea the turmoil her actions were causing was making even more exciting. She realized what she was about to do would probably make Ron question exactly how innocent her actions were, but she intended to hold to her plan of acting completely unaware and see if his naivety and sheltered upbringing would prevent him from verbalizing any suspicions he might develop.

With Ron staring at her hard nipples, Beth took the opportunity to rub her thumb across her jelly-coated fingers, allowing an ample portion to drip down across her right breast. It hung there for a second or two before it began to ooze down into her cleavage near the front of her suit, only an inch or so from her now rock hard nipple.

“I am just too clumsy today, would you look at that.” Beth said in her best “disgusted with myself” tone as the jelly glob continued to slid down between her boobs. Ron’s eyes were still glued to her tits as she took her right hand and slowly pulled the bikini top out and over, further away from the already substantial exposed skin of her cleavage. She stopped repositioning the material just at the edge of her areola. She took the index finger of her left hand and deftly dipped it into the valley between her breasts and brought it out and across the front of her right tit. She had gathered an ample portion of jelly against her finger by the time it came in contact with her nipple. While neither her nipple or rose colored skin around it were exposed to Ron’s view, the way her sticky finger pressed the long sensitive protrusion over, and then allowed it to spring back against her bikini, was clearly visible to young Ron.

Beth noticed him squirming some beneath the sheets as she inserted her red finger between her lips, then withdrew it and began to speak. “Leave it up to me to not only spill jelly all over you but to drop it on me as well.” She repeated the process of running her finger beneath her suit, only this time she ran all four fingers of her left hand insider her cup and over her breast, keeping each digit far enough apart to allow her nipple to spring forward after each fingertip passed by, responding to her stimulation by pressing even harder against the now sticky green bikini.

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It was becoming obvious to Amy that Beth was indeed toying with Ron. She was steadily licking the underside of his cockhead as she wondered if Beth might actually know she was beneath the sheets, sucking on her boyfriend’s beautiful dick. Amy wondered briefly what Beth might do if she simply threw back the sheet to let her see Ron’s cock jutting up, hard as a rock, from her hands. Amy wasn’t even sure what she would want her to do. She didn’t think she would tell her mom, and she was now pretty sure Beth would enjoy getting a nice view of Ron’s big dick. But would Beth maybe even want to reach over and touch it, or even lean over to suck it into her mouth. Amy felt a mixture of excitement and jealousy surge through her body. It would be kinda cool to offer her boyfriend’s big hard cock to someone like Beth, but what if she didn’t like seeing Beth and Ron together. It was exciting to fantasize about, but being in a situation that could lead to it really happening was causing Amy to think harder about it all.

Amy thoughts were interrupted as Ron’s cock began to swell and jerk against her lips. He was going to cum and Amy knew she would not be able to stop him now. She grasped him at the base with both hands, allowing a couple of inches of his pulsing cock to stick out form her fists, and pulled his head down as far as she could. This allowed her to prop herself on her elbows and keep both his cock and her head steady for his coming orgasm. Amy wrapped her lips around only his fat, blood engorged head and began to suck. At the same time she pressed her tongue up firmly against his most sensitive skin and started licking from one side to the other, keeping firm contact with him as she tried to maintain a steady rhythm with her lips, tongue and mouth.

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Ron could feel the sweat breaking out across his entire body as Amy began to steadily call for his sperm with her relentless lips and tongue. He was managing to keep fairly motionless, and any twitching or slight movements he was unable to control were ironically masked by Beth’s attempts to clean up the spilled donut.

He was helpless to do anything but release his long awaited orgasm as he watched Beth run her hand a second time beneath her bikini top. Surely she knew the effect her actions were having on him. Of course, the last time he was certain he knew her intentions was during the hang man game. He was 100% sure she was telling him in black and white she wanted to suck his cock, and he had been 100% wrong and had completely embarrassed himself. He knew he could be wrong again, after all, she probably thought of him as just some goofy kid, and didn’t ever realize he would be getting a hard-on for her, and she definitely didn’t know Amy was hiding just beneath the sheet, transforming his lustful thoughts into a very real physical response.

Ron’s mind was processing all this as Amy sucked slowly, yet relentlessly on his prick. He was staring at Beth’s jelly covered fingers as they swayed just in front of her incredibly sexy tits, waiting for her to once again suck her fingers clean. Just then her voice startled him from his thoughts….

“Ron…..I said you don’t look too good, …..Ron? Can you hear me?” Beth said.

“Oh…..Yeah, sure……I was just, ….ah…..wow, sorry, I just zoned out or something. I guess you are right…..ah…..I don’t feel……ah quite ……..um…normal” Ron managed to stammer out an excuse as he felt his balls pull up and his cock seemingly recoil in anticipation of the forthcoming explosion of cum.

“You certainly look poorly. Now, I will not take no as an answer, you need something to eat. I feel terrible about ruining your donut, but this sugar might give you the boost you need, no here, take this.” Beth moved her messy fingers up to his mouth. His eyes locked on them. These were her same fingers that she had just licked and sucked and then raked up and across her tit, and now she wanted to put them in his mouth.

“Um…….Ok…..if you …..um..insist.” Ron replied just before Beth pressed two of her fingers past his lips. He began to suck the jelly from them at the very instant his cock let loose its first eruption inside Amy’s mouth. She held his shaft firmly and just kept sucking. He tried to be as still as possible by tensing up his thigh muscles and pressing his feet into the mattress.

Beth pulled her semi-clean fingers from his mouth. “Does that make you feel better?” she asked. Before he could answer, Beth took the same sticky fingers and placed them back on Ron’s chest. She smeared the white icing across his chest, slowly gathering some against her fingertips. Just as she pressed the thick gooey icing across his nipple, Ron’s second load shot out with almost as much force as the first. He wondered if Amy would be able to swallow it without gagging, but her suctioning lips never released his cockhead, and she just kept up her intense tonguing of the sensitive underside of his pulsing prick.

Beth again offered her fingers, almost dripping with jelly and icing to Ron. He looked at her through glazed eyes as the third wave of cum sprayed against the back of Amy’s throat, and parted his lips for her fingers to press past.

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Beth was beginning to breath sporadically as she realized Ron was having an orgasm. She was sitting no more than six inches from the cock she had been longing to view since Pam had told her of its enormity. She pushed her fingers into his mouth, until her knuckles were trapped between his now quivering lips. He wrapped his lips around them and began to lick and suck the sweet coating into his mouth. Beth could feel her pussy juices matting down her fine pubic hair, and knew without looking her suit was sure to be discolored from her excitement.

As much as Beth wanted to lick the remaining jelly from his belly as she made her way down to assist Amy in sucking from Ron’s body whatever cum remained, she knew she couldn’t. They were only teenagers for God’s sake. She had let her cockteasing go further than she had planned. Beth had not planned on Amy being so bold as to actually bring him to orgasm while hiding beneath the sheet, and once again, Beth seemed to ultimately be the one getting teased.

Beth pulled her fingers from Ron’s mouth and tried to speak in a normal voice, “I think that is all I can get up without a washcloth. Do you feel any better?” Beth watched as his body jerked ever so slightly, and she assumed Amy was coaxing yet another spurt of jizz from his young, resilient body. “I think you will be alright if you shower and get some more to eat. I am going to hit the pool, I feel all sticky thanks to you and your donut.” Beth laughed slightly at her little joke and wondered if Ron caught the double meaning to her statement as she turned to slowly strut from the room.

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Ron took in the sexy sight of Beth’s ass as she left. His orgasm was finally subsiding to the point his cock sporadically jerked and offered the weak trickle of cum inside Amy’s still sucking mouth.

He pulled back the sheet to see Amy let his softening, yet fat cock slip from her grinning lips. “That was absolutely unbelievable!” He said to her, his jelly-covered chest still heaving from the excitement.

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“It was fun, that is for sure, maybe tomorrow morning you will return the favor while my mom sleeps next to me?” Amy said with a devilish grin. “For now you better get in the shower and get that jelly donut off you. We will talk later about you and Beth, ‘mister cabana boy’.”

Ron could not tell anymore when Amy was joking or serious, but he knew enough to know when to be quiet, so he quickly slipped from the bed and headed for the shower.

Amy was mostly glad she didn’t have to find out how she might react if Beth had found her out and wanted to join in. But she had to admit having her so close had been a tremendous turn-on. This vacation was turning out to be way more fun than she had even thought it would be, and it had only just begun.

More to come…….