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SEX REHAB IS FOR PUSSIES!
Maybe I'm addicted to sex. I don't know. But it has been getting me in trouble lately and I probably need to step back and take a look at my situation. How did I get to this point? Where did it all begin?
Chapter 1
Brandee loved to hum as she set up a photo shoot. She wants to be the next Annie Lebowitz, but you might not think that to see her at work. She's a bit eccentric to say the least. In an attempt to help her models (she calls them subjects, as a term of endearment) relax and feel more comfortable she always dresses in character. Sometimes a character from the scene she's shooting and sometimes she just wears bazaar garbs that tend to shock her models into their right brain. I've seen her adjusting the light umbrellas wearing five inch stiletto heels, a pleated mini skirt with no panties and a strip of silver duct tape over each nipple. She rarely wears undergarments at all actually, I've heard her complain about how she hates digging them out of her asshole. She has a lot of latex outfits too, she collects them like some people collect frog figurines.
Whatever her motives may be, Brandee is certainly an artist, and you can sense it in her attention to detail, the impeccable quality of her photos and her steadfast determination to achieve her vision at any cost.
Her mother, Bethany, said she's been taking pictures since she was a little girl with her father's Polaroid Land camera. When all the other kids were asking for bicycles, Nike shoes and DVD players, all Brandee wanted was a Canon EOS with a zoom lens and a tripod. She has a fixation on freezing moments of time within the inherent silence of still photography.
Perhaps it stems from an acute appreciation of her other senses? You see, taste, smell, touch and precious sight are senses Brandee doesn't take for granted because she has been deaf since age three after contracting Scarlet Fever.
She can't hear the clutter of noises most people take for granted, but with the aid of tiny hearing aids that fit inside her ears she can hear certain sounds. Yet, it's something that has never slowed her down in the least-- she can read lips flawlessly, sensing the tiniest hint of sarcasm in a person's body language and her quick wit has left more than one smart ass with their foot in their mouth (she can detect a condescending attitude across a crowded room). She taught me to sign and when I'm around her it's my second language. She's told me that her photography makes up for the hearing world she had lost so long ago.
I've seen her photo albums from throughout the years, and they are full of wonderful pictures of ordinary people doing ordinary things and then there are the exceptional pieces. Like one photograph that has always intrigued me, of her younger brother Kevin in a profile pose, standing bare naked, urinating into the air over her twin sister Randee's head while she's glaring ferociously into the camera lens as if she in no way approves of the piss stream arching inches above her blond hair.
Brandee has an extravagant fascination with risque taboos and controversial subject matter, and for the most part her siblings were her only models during those early years.
Kevin has been my best friend since the 5th grade when his family moved here from Seattle and the twins are like the big sisters I never had. Now, almost nine years later, we're all in college. Kevin and I are Freshmen and the twins are juniors. Brandee is getting her bachelor of fine arts degree in photography and Randee is majoring in physical education with a minor in biology, she always wanted to be a gym teacher and coach women's basketball. Kevin is premed, he's always wanted to be a doctor, and I'm studying business administration. I've always wanted to be disgustingly rich and roll around in piles of fresh new money.
Their older brother Aaron is a senior on the football team. I'm not really sure what his major is-- maybe football? Is that even a major? I know he's a popular lover boy on campus with a different girlfriend every time I see him. He drives a classic 1962 Chevy Impala that their father rebuilt as a labor of love. He's one of these guys you see that gets out of the car, quickly spots a little smudge on the fender and has to buff it out before he can go about his business. It may be OCD, but I don't know for sure.
I also know Aaron is well endowed with a beefy night stick in his button fly. I saw it in a few of Brandee's portfolio pictures. My favorite is a humorous photo she took at the lake a few years back, of Aaron standing in a boat holding a fishing rod up with one hand and dangling a huge fish in the other hand, smiling with pride, wearing only a pair of dirty army boots. It took me a moment to realize what it was supposed to mean and then it hit me; it wasn't the fish he was showing off at all. It's odd, but I think about that photo nearly every time he comes around. My unofficial hobby is trying to sneak a peek at the bulge in his trousers. I even bought a pair of binoculars so I can keep my voyeurism in stealth mode from the comfort of an upstairs window when I hear his car pull in the driveway.
Aaron moved out when he was in his last year of high school and only comes home to drop off his laundry or get money from his mom. Kevin inherited his bedroom with an awesome fireplace and corner windows facing the East. And he also got joint custody of Aaron's beloved vinyl collection. He has everything on CD anyways, but I think he leaves them with us because the last time he took his records with him a few got scratched or stolen, and he's very protective of his stuff. I especially love his huge collection of clothing. We always look good when we raid his closets; yes, there are two of them. He converted part of the attic into an amazing dressing area slash greenhouse (Kevin grows some of the most fantastic hydroponic kush I have ever smoked).
Chapter 2
The pool seemed to be packed with people splashing around and jumping off the diving board. I laid back in a lounge chair by the water sipping my beer. I was checking out people's junk when they'd get out of the water. Brandee and Randee were both swimming around and trying to get my attention over the din. The music was loud and everyone was getting rowdy because someone brought a big bottle of bourbon to pass around. The twins were looking incredible in their matching baby blue bikinis. It was hard to tell them apart unless you knew them, but having been around them for so many years I can spot their mannerisms in the blink of an eye.
I was getting pretty fucked up when they both began to tease me for not getting in the pool. Before I knew it they were hovering over me dripping wet. Randee was unbuttoning my shirt (actually, Aaron's shirt) and Brandee was pulling my boots off. They stripped me down to my briefs and while they were making fun of my tidy whities I tipped up my cup and started chugging my beer, spilling a stream of suds down the front of me that Brandee started rubbing all over my chest and abs. I poked my tongue out at her then broke free running to the pool. I jumped in holding my knees up to make the biggest splash I could possibly make.
When I came up for air I couldn't see them but then they both popped up out of the water giggling and shoving water into my face. It wasn't long before the chlorinated water began to sober me up a bit. The party was slowing down after most of Aaron's friends had left. There was maybe 10 people still hanging out and I knew most of the faces.
I recall watching Brandee's ass as she was climbing the latter to go and get her camera. When she stepped onto the concrete she paused to adjust her swim top and it looked like she was peeing because there was a steady stream of water gathering at her crotch and dripping straight down between her legs. I smiled to myself thinking how she would kick my ass if she knew what I was thinking.
Randee and I goofed around in the pool with the others. We were all playing tag by throwing a wet Nerf ball at each other. If you got hit, you had to remove an item of clothing which gave the girls an unfair advantage, but they couldn't really throw very well anyway.
Randee's best friend Tya was the first to get the Nerf ball bounced off her head and she took her top off and slung it up on the end of the diving board then held the board to pull herself up out of the water and flash everyone her boobs. She was proud of them and had every right to be, they were enormous hooters, but that just made them hang down and sag to where her nipples pointed at the ground. I never understood these guys that say they're a "breast man," a leg man I can see, but not a breast man.
Some dude named Dallas was the next to get tagged, I think he was still frozen by the sight of Tya's knockers. He took his trunks off and flipped them up onto the diving board then eased back in the water to float his junk to the cheers of the crowd. Everyone was acting juvenile, laughing and screaming and the stereo was blasting AC/DC's Highway To Hell, which seemed appropriate at the time.
We kept throwing the Nerf ball around at each other until all nine of us were in our birthday suits and it seemed like everyone was playing grab ass. I counted five guys and four girls, plus Brandee who was quietly sitting at the back of the diving board clicking her shutter through the chaos as we all splashed around being obnoxious.
I signed to Brandee for her to show me her titties, and she flipped me off, so I signed again that I loved her. Then she smiled, reached down and flipped her top up to let her peachy nipple flop out; then quickly tucked it back in and stuck her tongue out at me. I realized at that moment that she had become my best friend as much as Kevin was. We had become really close, and I found myself sharing things with her I couldn't tell him.
We started pairing up for camel fights; where one person rides on another person's shoulders and each team tries to knock the other riders off into the water. Tya got on Russ's shoulders and she looked top heavy with her mega-boobies draping down over his head. Cory dove under Valerie's legs and lifted her out of the water, and she let out a girlie scream as she tried to keep her balance. Then Rachel wanted Ben to be her partner but Dallas lifted him into the air and just smiled at her. Everyone could tell she was slightly pissed about it, but she was a good sport and offered to be the referee. Then she turned to Dallas and Ben, reached up and pushed Ben backwards as they both tipped over with a splash. Then poor Rachel had to endure a series of retaliatory dunkings, but granted, she did bring it on herself, so...
Once everyone got the revenge out of their systems and Tate partnered up with Rachel we were all ready to battle. Randee was riding on my shoulders. I remember thinking how cool her vag felt pressed against the back of my neck. It felt oddly relaxing, it was slippery and it was like a suction cup on my skin as she kept shifting a little, smearing her juices on my back. Her thighs were clamped onto my ears while I held her ankles to steady her.
She was a tiger too. I would get her close to another couple and she'd grab the girl's hair or pinch her nipple so they'd lose their balance and fall over. I thought we were going down when we started confronting Dallas and Ben. We went at them front to front and as Randee and Ben were locked onto each other tugging and pulling back and forth, Dallas kept pressing his stiff cock into me while he was trying to lick my face. I let go of one of Randee's ankles long enough to grab Dallas's rigid tool. And while I was squeezing him he was pumping his hips in and out, humping my fist. I was stunned by the fact I was touching another man's penis and he was letting me do it. At that moment I felt a rush of euphoria come over me and I felt an overwhelming feeling like I was finally going to experience a sexual encounter with someone other than my own hand. It was a beautiful moment and then Randee grabbed a handful of Ben's hair and didn't let go until Dallas lost his footing and fell forward.
Brandee snapped a shot of us both raising our arms and taking a victory lap before I leaned backwards and dunked Randee into the pool. While we were under I thought I felt Dallas hug me from behind and press his hard cock up to butt crack, but when I shot up out of the water I saw him on the ladder at the other side of the pool. When Ben came up out of the water I knew they were both flirting with me. I think he was going to kiss me until I saw Randee over his shoulder as she flipped her head back to get the hair out of her face and then started swimming right at me with an evil look in her eye. Ben doggie paddled out of her way, and she gripped her little hand around my flaccid dick and kissed me with a gentle bite on my lower lip as if it were a warning. When she let go I remember thinking I could probably out run her if push comes to shove. After all, I was the #2 Alternate in the Standing broad jump on the track team.
Watching her swim towards the diving board to retrieve her bikini, my eyes drifted upward and Brandee winked at me with a smile, and signed what I think was, "Somebody likes you." I wasn't sure if she meant Randee or Ben or Dallas.
Then I spotted Dallas walking along the edge of the pool with his massive dick wagging from side to side. I got the distinct impression he had developed and worked on his walk in order to enhance the loco motion of his penis, it was just too perfect a swing. He had a terrific body but his face was full of acne. I wanted to pull him aside and talk to him about Stridex medicated pads and how he should never touch his face because the oil on his fingers cause infection, but I bit my tongue.
He had a full bush of brown pubes framing his dangling rod and his curlies were sparkling in the moonlight, whereas I didn't even have one hair down there yet. It was a little embarrassing so I was weary about getting out of the pool in my naked state. Then Ben popped out of the water and I saw that he was just as smooth as I was except for a little circle of dark hairs around his anus (I noticed as he bent to climb the latter). That made me feel a lot better, even though Ben's circumcised dick was twice as thick as mine. I often wondered how it felt to not have foreskin. Personally, I think I would feel naked without it.
My penis was getting stiff watching everyone climbing the ladder prancing around naked on the deck. Dallas picked up his cup and started towards the laundry room to get another beer and Ben swatted his boyfriend's ass and then stepped up onto the diving board while Brandee snapped his picture again and again. He was doing a bicep flex like he was Mr. Universe and a butt squeeze pose like bodybuilders do before he bounced up and down a couple times and did a back flip into the pool.
Russ and Tya were trying to be sneaky. He was leading her along by one arm while she was holding the other one across her gianormous tits so they wouldn't bounce so much as she trotted behind him trying to keep up. They slipped into the pool house and closed the door behind them. I had an epiphany at that very moment, and in my intuitive grasp of the moment I realized that Russ must be a 'breast man'; it's weird how you can't really tell by just looking at someone.
Tate and Cory put their cut-offs on, while Rachel and Valerie were helping each other adjust their boobs in their suits. Then they all went parading into the house. Brandee gathered up some towels that people had left laying around, turned the stereo off and went into the house with the others. I was treading water enjoying the peace and quiet when I felt Ben swim up under water, reach between my legs and grope my cock and balls while he pressed his nose into my butt crack. It was an incredible rush and when he popped up out of the water behind me, I wanted to just turn around and hug him up against my body. My cock was swelling up at a record speed.
But Randee was staring right at me, and as soon as Ben surfaced she told him that Dallas was looking for him. I was so tempted to blurt out, "No he's not! Stay out of this woman!" But I kept my mouth shut, watching his gorgeous back and ass as he quickly pulled himself up onto the concrete deck in a cascade of water. I was smiling at Randee but inside my heart was breaking with every splat I heard on the puddled concrete as he walked across the patio and into the house, naked and dripping wet. My cock was stretching out and I wanted someone to share it with.
I swam to where Randee was sitting with her legs in the pool, so I could hide my erection against the side of the pool. She spread her knees open as I got closer. I slipped up between her knees and wrapped my arms up round her back, pulling myself up to kiss her bellybutton. In a seductive tone she said, "Go a little lower."
I was looking up at her firm, perky breasts when she put her hands on the back of my head and tried to pull me up to her crotch. I had often fantasized about putting a cock in my mouth but I'd never seriously considered touching my lips on a girl's vag. And especially not one of the twins' vag; they were like my sisters, it seemed almost incestuous.
As she pulled me in closer I felt my cock going soft, but I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue and with Randee's hands locked onto the back of my head I felt the tip of my tongue touching her pussy. I opened my eyes to see her fingers pulling what seemed to be a foreskin hood back exposing her tiny clitoris. It was like a teeny weeny penis, and I watched closely as she kept it exposed.
I think I thought it was going to start growing or something; like, I expected a teeny weeny erection maybe. She scooted her butt right up to the edge of the pool, and I knew she wanted me to suck her tiny cock, but I wanted to tell her to not cum in my mouth until I knew how much I could handle. In retrospect; I'm so glad I didn't say something stupid. I just suckled and swirled my tongue around on it, wondering if this is where her pee comes out of too.
After a few minutes I began to get more comfortable and I even ad-libbed a tough sounding growl while I lowered my tongue down the slippery center of Randee's confusing labia folds. She was getting even wetter as my tongue circled around inside her chute. I reached my hand out of the water and spread her little hood open to see her clitty again. Then I began to flutter my tongue on it, and that's when she really started to enjoy herself. I looked up her belly to see what she was doing and saw that she was leaning her head back and holding herself up with her arms behind her.
At that point she was so wet I began to think she was leaking a little bit of pee in my mouth and I tried to analyze the flavor. It didn't smell or taste like urine, and in fact it wasn't unpleasant at all. I was experimenting with multiple digit insertion when Randee pulled her feet up out of the water and put them on the edge of the pool with her knees spreading further apart. I could see her puckered little anus when she did that, and I took the opportunity to ride my tongue down the super slide and tweak her pink wrinkly hole. And as fun as those brief seconds were I couldn't reach it enough to explore the possibilities this dark side might offer.
Again, I focused my attention on her slivery waves of skin by sliding a couple fingers inside to feel around and investigate. This seemed to have a positive effect on her "Oh yeah!"s and her "Oh YES!"s (which she used a lot of) so I kept fiddling around inside her slippery vag. For the most part it was soft and smooth but when I reached my finger up behind her clitoris on the inside and rubbed really fast she began to quiver and tremble. I got scared for just a split second (thinking I'd somehow triggered a seizure, and how I was going to explain it to Paramedics in a way so they wouldn't judge me), but then I discovered it was actually a good thing I was doing. It felt different than the rest of her vagina had felt, it was sort of bumpy in texture [later she informed me that I had found her G-spot, and I was aglow with pride; even though I had no idea what that actually meant in layman's terms--in those days I didn't know a G-spot from an iPod].
Meanwhile, I thought I was doing a terrific job until all of a sudden Randee yelled, "NO, WAIT!"
And with her palm on my forehead the crazy twit pushed me back into the pool and clapped her legs closed tighter than a bear trap. I was lucky to have gotten my fingers out as fast as I did. I must have had a stunned look on my face because she immediately started apologizing and telling me I was great, and I didn't do anything wrong at all, and then she added, "but" as she was trying to get her breath, "I want your cock inside me when I cum."
She jumped to her feet and told me to meet her in her parent's bedroom (where she had been sleeping while they were in Aruba on vacation). I climbed up out of the water and sat there for a couple minutes tugging at my limb thinking about what she's asking me to do. Then I started picturing her laying there moaning in ecstasy while I was spreading her open and flogging her clit with my tongue, and behold my cock started to get heavy and I began thinking of her shooting wads of thick pearlescent cum all over my junk with that teeny weeny penis of hers. I hopped to my feet, slipped my jeans on and headed into my destiny.
Maybe I'm addicted to sex. I don't know. But it has been getting me in trouble lately and I probably need to step back and take a look at my situation. How did I get to this point? Where did it all begin?
Chapter 1
ROLE MODELS AND LATEX
Brandee loved to hum as she set up a photo shoot. She wants to be the next Annie Lebowitz, but you might not think that to see her at work. She's a bit eccentric to say the least. In an attempt to help her models (she calls them subjects, as a term of endearment) relax and feel more comfortable she always dresses in character. Sometimes a character from the scene she's shooting and sometimes she just wears bazaar garbs that tend to shock her models into their right brain. I've seen her adjusting the light umbrellas wearing five inch stiletto heels, a pleated mini skirt with no panties and a strip of silver duct tape over each nipple. She rarely wears undergarments at all actually, I've heard her complain about how she hates digging them out of her asshole. She has a lot of latex outfits too, she collects them like some people collect frog figurines.
Whatever her motives may be, Brandee is certainly an artist, and you can sense it in her attention to detail, the impeccable quality of her photos and her steadfast determination to achieve her vision at any cost.
Her mother, Bethany, said she's been taking pictures since she was a little girl with her father's Polaroid Land camera. When all the other kids were asking for bicycles, Nike shoes and DVD players, all Brandee wanted was a Canon EOS with a zoom lens and a tripod. She has a fixation on freezing moments of time within the inherent silence of still photography.
Perhaps it stems from an acute appreciation of her other senses? You see, taste, smell, touch and precious sight are senses Brandee doesn't take for granted because she has been deaf since age three after contracting Scarlet Fever.
She can't hear the clutter of noises most people take for granted, but with the aid of tiny hearing aids that fit inside her ears she can hear certain sounds. Yet, it's something that has never slowed her down in the least-- she can read lips flawlessly, sensing the tiniest hint of sarcasm in a person's body language and her quick wit has left more than one smart ass with their foot in their mouth (she can detect a condescending attitude across a crowded room). She taught me to sign and when I'm around her it's my second language. She's told me that her photography makes up for the hearing world she had lost so long ago.
I've seen her photo albums from throughout the years, and they are full of wonderful pictures of ordinary people doing ordinary things and then there are the exceptional pieces. Like one photograph that has always intrigued me, of her younger brother Kevin in a profile pose, standing bare naked, urinating into the air over her twin sister Randee's head while she's glaring ferociously into the camera lens as if she in no way approves of the piss stream arching inches above her blond hair.
Brandee has an extravagant fascination with risque taboos and controversial subject matter, and for the most part her siblings were her only models during those early years.
Kevin has been my best friend since the 5th grade when his family moved here from Seattle and the twins are like the big sisters I never had. Now, almost nine years later, we're all in college. Kevin and I are Freshmen and the twins are juniors. Brandee is getting her bachelor of fine arts degree in photography and Randee is majoring in physical education with a minor in biology, she always wanted to be a gym teacher and coach women's basketball. Kevin is premed, he's always wanted to be a doctor, and I'm studying business administration. I've always wanted to be disgustingly rich and roll around in piles of fresh new money.
Their older brother Aaron is a senior on the football team. I'm not really sure what his major is-- maybe football? Is that even a major? I know he's a popular lover boy on campus with a different girlfriend every time I see him. He drives a classic 1962 Chevy Impala that their father rebuilt as a labor of love. He's one of these guys you see that gets out of the car, quickly spots a little smudge on the fender and has to buff it out before he can go about his business. It may be OCD, but I don't know for sure.
I also know Aaron is well endowed with a beefy night stick in his button fly. I saw it in a few of Brandee's portfolio pictures. My favorite is a humorous photo she took at the lake a few years back, of Aaron standing in a boat holding a fishing rod up with one hand and dangling a huge fish in the other hand, smiling with pride, wearing only a pair of dirty army boots. It took me a moment to realize what it was supposed to mean and then it hit me; it wasn't the fish he was showing off at all. It's odd, but I think about that photo nearly every time he comes around. My unofficial hobby is trying to sneak a peek at the bulge in his trousers. I even bought a pair of binoculars so I can keep my voyeurism in stealth mode from the comfort of an upstairs window when I hear his car pull in the driveway.
Aaron moved out when he was in his last year of high school and only comes home to drop off his laundry or get money from his mom. Kevin inherited his bedroom with an awesome fireplace and corner windows facing the East. And he also got joint custody of Aaron's beloved vinyl collection. He has everything on CD anyways, but I think he leaves them with us because the last time he took his records with him a few got scratched or stolen, and he's very protective of his stuff. I especially love his huge collection of clothing. We always look good when we raid his closets; yes, there are two of them. He converted part of the attic into an amazing dressing area slash greenhouse (Kevin grows some of the most fantastic hydroponic kush I have ever smoked).
Chapter 2
EXTREME XXX GAMES
I lost my virginity to Randee when I was still in high school. It wasn't something we planned, it just happened one night after a pool party Aaron was having. Kevin was a lightweight back then and he passed out early, around 10 o'clock I think, on a rug in front of the television where he'd been playing Mario Brothers on his Nintendo, so I stumbled into the laundry room where the keg was chilling in a barrel of ice, filled my red plastic cup and drifted into the noise on the patio.
The pool seemed to be packed with people splashing around and jumping off the diving board. I laid back in a lounge chair by the water sipping my beer. I was checking out people's junk when they'd get out of the water. Brandee and Randee were both swimming around and trying to get my attention over the din. The music was loud and everyone was getting rowdy because someone brought a big bottle of bourbon to pass around. The twins were looking incredible in their matching baby blue bikinis. It was hard to tell them apart unless you knew them, but having been around them for so many years I can spot their mannerisms in the blink of an eye.
I was getting pretty fucked up when they both began to tease me for not getting in the pool. Before I knew it they were hovering over me dripping wet. Randee was unbuttoning my shirt (actually, Aaron's shirt) and Brandee was pulling my boots off. They stripped me down to my briefs and while they were making fun of my tidy whities I tipped up my cup and started chugging my beer, spilling a stream of suds down the front of me that Brandee started rubbing all over my chest and abs. I poked my tongue out at her then broke free running to the pool. I jumped in holding my knees up to make the biggest splash I could possibly make.
When I came up for air I couldn't see them but then they both popped up out of the water giggling and shoving water into my face. It wasn't long before the chlorinated water began to sober me up a bit. The party was slowing down after most of Aaron's friends had left. There was maybe 10 people still hanging out and I knew most of the faces.
I recall watching Brandee's ass as she was climbing the latter to go and get her camera. When she stepped onto the concrete she paused to adjust her swim top and it looked like she was peeing because there was a steady stream of water gathering at her crotch and dripping straight down between her legs. I smiled to myself thinking how she would kick my ass if she knew what I was thinking.
Randee and I goofed around in the pool with the others. We were all playing tag by throwing a wet Nerf ball at each other. If you got hit, you had to remove an item of clothing which gave the girls an unfair advantage, but they couldn't really throw very well anyway.
Randee's best friend Tya was the first to get the Nerf ball bounced off her head and she took her top off and slung it up on the end of the diving board then held the board to pull herself up out of the water and flash everyone her boobs. She was proud of them and had every right to be, they were enormous hooters, but that just made them hang down and sag to where her nipples pointed at the ground. I never understood these guys that say they're a "breast man," a leg man I can see, but not a breast man.
Some dude named Dallas was the next to get tagged, I think he was still frozen by the sight of Tya's knockers. He took his trunks off and flipped them up onto the diving board then eased back in the water to float his junk to the cheers of the crowd. Everyone was acting juvenile, laughing and screaming and the stereo was blasting AC/DC's Highway To Hell, which seemed appropriate at the time.
We kept throwing the Nerf ball around at each other until all nine of us were in our birthday suits and it seemed like everyone was playing grab ass. I counted five guys and four girls, plus Brandee who was quietly sitting at the back of the diving board clicking her shutter through the chaos as we all splashed around being obnoxious.
I signed to Brandee for her to show me her titties, and she flipped me off, so I signed again that I loved her. Then she smiled, reached down and flipped her top up to let her peachy nipple flop out; then quickly tucked it back in and stuck her tongue out at me. I realized at that moment that she had become my best friend as much as Kevin was. We had become really close, and I found myself sharing things with her I couldn't tell him.
We started pairing up for camel fights; where one person rides on another person's shoulders and each team tries to knock the other riders off into the water. Tya got on Russ's shoulders and she looked top heavy with her mega-boobies draping down over his head. Cory dove under Valerie's legs and lifted her out of the water, and she let out a girlie scream as she tried to keep her balance. Then Rachel wanted Ben to be her partner but Dallas lifted him into the air and just smiled at her. Everyone could tell she was slightly pissed about it, but she was a good sport and offered to be the referee. Then she turned to Dallas and Ben, reached up and pushed Ben backwards as they both tipped over with a splash. Then poor Rachel had to endure a series of retaliatory dunkings, but granted, she did bring it on herself, so...
Once everyone got the revenge out of their systems and Tate partnered up with Rachel we were all ready to battle. Randee was riding on my shoulders. I remember thinking how cool her vag felt pressed against the back of my neck. It felt oddly relaxing, it was slippery and it was like a suction cup on my skin as she kept shifting a little, smearing her juices on my back. Her thighs were clamped onto my ears while I held her ankles to steady her.
She was a tiger too. I would get her close to another couple and she'd grab the girl's hair or pinch her nipple so they'd lose their balance and fall over. I thought we were going down when we started confronting Dallas and Ben. We went at them front to front and as Randee and Ben were locked onto each other tugging and pulling back and forth, Dallas kept pressing his stiff cock into me while he was trying to lick my face. I let go of one of Randee's ankles long enough to grab Dallas's rigid tool. And while I was squeezing him he was pumping his hips in and out, humping my fist. I was stunned by the fact I was touching another man's penis and he was letting me do it. At that moment I felt a rush of euphoria come over me and I felt an overwhelming feeling like I was finally going to experience a sexual encounter with someone other than my own hand. It was a beautiful moment and then Randee grabbed a handful of Ben's hair and didn't let go until Dallas lost his footing and fell forward.
Brandee snapped a shot of us both raising our arms and taking a victory lap before I leaned backwards and dunked Randee into the pool. While we were under I thought I felt Dallas hug me from behind and press his hard cock up to butt crack, but when I shot up out of the water I saw him on the ladder at the other side of the pool. When Ben came up out of the water I knew they were both flirting with me. I think he was going to kiss me until I saw Randee over his shoulder as she flipped her head back to get the hair out of her face and then started swimming right at me with an evil look in her eye. Ben doggie paddled out of her way, and she gripped her little hand around my flaccid dick and kissed me with a gentle bite on my lower lip as if it were a warning. When she let go I remember thinking I could probably out run her if push comes to shove. After all, I was the #2 Alternate in the Standing broad jump on the track team.
Watching her swim towards the diving board to retrieve her bikini, my eyes drifted upward and Brandee winked at me with a smile, and signed what I think was, "Somebody likes you." I wasn't sure if she meant Randee or Ben or Dallas.
Then I spotted Dallas walking along the edge of the pool with his massive dick wagging from side to side. I got the distinct impression he had developed and worked on his walk in order to enhance the loco motion of his penis, it was just too perfect a swing. He had a terrific body but his face was full of acne. I wanted to pull him aside and talk to him about Stridex medicated pads and how he should never touch his face because the oil on his fingers cause infection, but I bit my tongue.
He had a full bush of brown pubes framing his dangling rod and his curlies were sparkling in the moonlight, whereas I didn't even have one hair down there yet. It was a little embarrassing so I was weary about getting out of the pool in my naked state. Then Ben popped out of the water and I saw that he was just as smooth as I was except for a little circle of dark hairs around his anus (I noticed as he bent to climb the latter). That made me feel a lot better, even though Ben's circumcised dick was twice as thick as mine. I often wondered how it felt to not have foreskin. Personally, I think I would feel naked without it.
My penis was getting stiff watching everyone climbing the ladder prancing around naked on the deck. Dallas picked up his cup and started towards the laundry room to get another beer and Ben swatted his boyfriend's ass and then stepped up onto the diving board while Brandee snapped his picture again and again. He was doing a bicep flex like he was Mr. Universe and a butt squeeze pose like bodybuilders do before he bounced up and down a couple times and did a back flip into the pool.
Russ and Tya were trying to be sneaky. He was leading her along by one arm while she was holding the other one across her gianormous tits so they wouldn't bounce so much as she trotted behind him trying to keep up. They slipped into the pool house and closed the door behind them. I had an epiphany at that very moment, and in my intuitive grasp of the moment I realized that Russ must be a 'breast man'; it's weird how you can't really tell by just looking at someone.
Tate and Cory put their cut-offs on, while Rachel and Valerie were helping each other adjust their boobs in their suits. Then they all went parading into the house. Brandee gathered up some towels that people had left laying around, turned the stereo off and went into the house with the others. I was treading water enjoying the peace and quiet when I felt Ben swim up under water, reach between my legs and grope my cock and balls while he pressed his nose into my butt crack. It was an incredible rush and when he popped up out of the water behind me, I wanted to just turn around and hug him up against my body. My cock was swelling up at a record speed.
But Randee was staring right at me, and as soon as Ben surfaced she told him that Dallas was looking for him. I was so tempted to blurt out, "No he's not! Stay out of this woman!" But I kept my mouth shut, watching his gorgeous back and ass as he quickly pulled himself up onto the concrete deck in a cascade of water. I was smiling at Randee but inside my heart was breaking with every splat I heard on the puddled concrete as he walked across the patio and into the house, naked and dripping wet. My cock was stretching out and I wanted someone to share it with.
I swam to where Randee was sitting with her legs in the pool, so I could hide my erection against the side of the pool. She spread her knees open as I got closer. I slipped up between her knees and wrapped my arms up round her back, pulling myself up to kiss her bellybutton. In a seductive tone she said, "Go a little lower."
I was looking up at her firm, perky breasts when she put her hands on the back of my head and tried to pull me up to her crotch. I had often fantasized about putting a cock in my mouth but I'd never seriously considered touching my lips on a girl's vag. And especially not one of the twins' vag; they were like my sisters, it seemed almost incestuous.
As she pulled me in closer I felt my cock going soft, but I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue and with Randee's hands locked onto the back of my head I felt the tip of my tongue touching her pussy. I opened my eyes to see her fingers pulling what seemed to be a foreskin hood back exposing her tiny clitoris. It was like a teeny weeny penis, and I watched closely as she kept it exposed.
I think I thought it was going to start growing or something; like, I expected a teeny weeny erection maybe. She scooted her butt right up to the edge of the pool, and I knew she wanted me to suck her tiny cock, but I wanted to tell her to not cum in my mouth until I knew how much I could handle. In retrospect; I'm so glad I didn't say something stupid. I just suckled and swirled my tongue around on it, wondering if this is where her pee comes out of too.
After a few minutes I began to get more comfortable and I even ad-libbed a tough sounding growl while I lowered my tongue down the slippery center of Randee's confusing labia folds. She was getting even wetter as my tongue circled around inside her chute. I reached my hand out of the water and spread her little hood open to see her clitty again. Then I began to flutter my tongue on it, and that's when she really started to enjoy herself. I looked up her belly to see what she was doing and saw that she was leaning her head back and holding herself up with her arms behind her.
At that point she was so wet I began to think she was leaking a little bit of pee in my mouth and I tried to analyze the flavor. It didn't smell or taste like urine, and in fact it wasn't unpleasant at all. I was experimenting with multiple digit insertion when Randee pulled her feet up out of the water and put them on the edge of the pool with her knees spreading further apart. I could see her puckered little anus when she did that, and I took the opportunity to ride my tongue down the super slide and tweak her pink wrinkly hole. And as fun as those brief seconds were I couldn't reach it enough to explore the possibilities this dark side might offer.
Again, I focused my attention on her slivery waves of skin by sliding a couple fingers inside to feel around and investigate. This seemed to have a positive effect on her "Oh yeah!"s and her "Oh YES!"s (which she used a lot of) so I kept fiddling around inside her slippery vag. For the most part it was soft and smooth but when I reached my finger up behind her clitoris on the inside and rubbed really fast she began to quiver and tremble. I got scared for just a split second (thinking I'd somehow triggered a seizure, and how I was going to explain it to Paramedics in a way so they wouldn't judge me), but then I discovered it was actually a good thing I was doing. It felt different than the rest of her vagina had felt, it was sort of bumpy in texture [later she informed me that I had found her G-spot, and I was aglow with pride; even though I had no idea what that actually meant in layman's terms--in those days I didn't know a G-spot from an iPod].
Meanwhile, I thought I was doing a terrific job until all of a sudden Randee yelled, "NO, WAIT!"
And with her palm on my forehead the crazy twit pushed me back into the pool and clapped her legs closed tighter than a bear trap. I was lucky to have gotten my fingers out as fast as I did. I must have had a stunned look on my face because she immediately started apologizing and telling me I was great, and I didn't do anything wrong at all, and then she added, "but" as she was trying to get her breath, "I want your cock inside me when I cum."
She jumped to her feet and told me to meet her in her parent's bedroom (where she had been sleeping while they were in Aruba on vacation). I climbed up out of the water and sat there for a couple minutes tugging at my limb thinking about what she's asking me to do. Then I started picturing her laying there moaning in ecstasy while I was spreading her open and flogging her clit with my tongue, and behold my cock started to get heavy and I began thinking of her shooting wads of thick pearlescent cum all over my junk with that teeny weeny penis of hers. I hopped to my feet, slipped my jeans on and headed into my destiny.
(to be continued)
