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I just about keeled over when I walked into the pool on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend and saw who this year’s lifeguards were. I knew them of course, heck, just last year I’d graduated high school with them and I’d thought I’d never see them again since we’d all headed off in different directions for college! Well, they headed off. I went to the local state University so that I could save some money by living with my parents.

Mitch and Ethan… the two guys I’d pretty much spent my entire high school career lusting over. Although with Ethan I can’t explain exactly why.

Okay, so the guy’s hot. Like, even in high school he had the kind of body that resembled drawings and sculptures of a Greek God. Girls are going to lust over him, right? But he was such a jerk to me! There were times when I hated myself for lusting after him the way I did. Because my last name is Walters and his last name is Walton, we almost always ended up seated somewhere near each other and he would always act like a five year old who was afraid of catching cooties around me. It’s not like I ever did anything, heck I would get so nervous that whenever he tried to talk to me I could barely formulate words. But apparently my very existence annoyed him or something.

My crush on Mitch, his best friend, made a lot more sense. Mitch was on Varsity Swimteam, Senior year he was the captain, and he looked like it. Broad shoulders, long muscles, and these gorgeous curls that all the girls would coo over. He was always super sweet to me, as if making up for Ethan’s jerk-wad ways. I’m a shy girl, so when a seriously hot and popular guy like him says hi to me in the hallway whenever he sees me, of course I’m going to have a crush. But I knew it didn’t mean anything special, that’s just the kind of nice guy he was.

Being shy, it’s a lot easier to lust from the distance than actually try to do anything about it.

“Hey, Allie! Ethan, look, it’s Allie!” Mitch jumped up and hugged me, making me giggle out loud and swoon a little inside. For once it was a sunny and warm Memorial Day weekend so neither he nor Ethan were wearing shirts.

Okay, I’m not a virgin, I’m almost 19 and I managed to pop my cherry during my freshman year at college with my very first-ever boyfriend, but when a guy like Mitch is shirtless and pressing his yummy chest all up in my face, I’m going to swoon a bit. It happens. I bet even girls who have had sex with tons of guys would swoon a bit.

“Hi Mitch,” I said, grinning up at him. Butterflies were careening around my stomach, because the man still had his arms around me, but who cares? Enjoy the moment! Vive la France!

I might be getting a little giddy, I admit it.

“Hey Allie.” As usual, Ethan sounded kind of annoyed. I peeked around Mitch’s muscled arm to see him sitting at the lifeguard table, glaring at me as if he couldn’t believe his high school pestilence had managed to show up yet again.

Screw you asshole, I thought to myself. This is MY pool.

I mean, it’s my neighborhood’s pool, but I live here and he doesn’t and that makes it mine. Plus I’ve spent every day of every summer here, from Memorial Day’s Saturday to Labor Day’s Monday. Rain or shine. I’m like the postman, but with the pool. And it’s not an easy task, let me tell you. Do you have any idea how many Memorial Day weekends have temperatures in the fifties and sixties, combined with freezing cold rain? Let me inform you: 90 percent of them. At least in this part of the country.

Sometimes I wish I lived in Texas. Or Arizona. Although I’d miss the winter.

But I digress. I do that a lot. Especially when I’m trying really, really hard not to think about how one of my high school crushes has his arms around me and the other one is glaring at me like I’m the Bubonic plague.

“What are you doing here?” Mitch asked, after giving me a second, briefer hug. Sadly he let his arms drop after that one. My body tingled, all fizzy and happy that he’d held me at all.

“I’m the designated pool rat,” I said with an answering grin. Even though I’m shy I’ve always found it easy to talk to Mitch. He’s just that kind of friendly personality. Plus, you know, you get lost in his hypnotizing blue eyes and suddenly all your little fears and doubts just melting away. “And this is my pool.”

I say it loud enough so that Ethan can hear it, wanting to give him a heads up that I’m going to be around a LOT and he’s just going to have to deal with it. And I try not to let the answering groan bug me.

“Ignore him,” Mitch advised, ushering me over to the table where Ethan is still sitting, still looking all tall, dark and annoyed. “He likes lazy days at the pool where he can slack because no one showed up.”

“Then you’re going to hate this place,” I informed him cheerfully. “There’s about five to six pool rats, although I’m the oldest one. I’m surprised the others aren’t here yet.”

Oops, spoke too soon. Just as the words were out of my mouth, the Johnson twins came barreling out of the men’s bathroom. They were the youngest pool rats, they’d joined the club last year when they’d turned eight and were finally able to come to the pool without their mom supervising. Shockingly they were pretty well behaved most of the time, but I think that’s mostly because they were afraid of having their pool privileges revoked.

While Ethan and Mitch were distracted by the incoming pool rats, I took the opportunity to scoot away and pick out my favorite chair. It was on the same side of the pool as the lifeguard table, but far enough away that it didn’t impinge on their space. Which Ethan should appreciate. I usually make buddies with the lifeguards, just because I’m at the pool so often, but I don’t know if that’s going to happen this year. We always have four guards in total, but I’m never going to feel comfortable just hanging out with them while Ethan’s there, I know that already.

I wasn’t quite hot enough to jump in the pool immediately, so I just arranged my towel and myself to my satisfaction and pulled out my e-reader.

Yeah, I know, it’s not the best idea to bring electronics to the pool, but the kind of stuff I’ve been reading lately isn’t something I’d be comfortable getting a real book of and carrying it around with me. Even that 50 Shades stuff has become okay, but my fantasies have been going in a slightly different way… I have to admit, the spanking and domination stuff turns me on, but lately I’ve been getting even kinkier than that.

Threesomes. Sex with two smoking hot men. Lexie Blake, Golden Angel and Laylah Roberts all sucked me in with hot alpha men and spankings, and then got my engine going over menages.

My eyes wandered over to the two hunky lifeguards that I’d fantasized about separately in high school and a little smile crossed my face. Guess I’d probably be fantasizing about them this summer too, in an entirely different way. Hey, a girl’s got a right to her own fantasy life, and with both of them prancing around with their muscular bodies and very little clothing, I know they’re going to popping up in my head later tonight when I take out my vibrator.

Smiling to myself, I hunker down into my book.

******

The next couple of weeks pass pretty much as I expected. I make friends with the other two lifeguards, Gina and Teresa. Surprisingly, neither of them are interested in Ethan or Mitch. Teresa has a boyfriend and Gina has a girlfriend. There are a couple of pool bunnies that show up on a pretty regular basis.

Different from pool rats because the bunnies only show up when there are hot lifeguards, and they don’t show up every day like me and the other rats. I was thinking that this might be the summer where I’d get a life outside of the pool, but with Mitch and Ethan working there, how can I stay away? Even if it means I end up masturbating every night.

Ethan seems to have resigned himself to my daily presence, although he’s still not friendly. He tolerates me. I can hang out at the lifeguard table, it just means that he ends up being pretty quiet. At least he’s not outright mean or teasing me anymore, I figure that’s a step up. Mitch, as usually, is super friendly and a lot of fun to hang out with. He’s turned into a major flirt – me, his fellow lifeguards, the pool bunnies… It makes my heart flutter even though I know it doesn’t mean anything. From overhearing bathroom talk I know he’s already gotten it on with at least one of the pool bunnies.

Listening made me jealous, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t also turn me on. Shockingly, as far as I know, Ethan hasn’t followed suit. He just broods and does his job. Why I find the moody brooding so hot is completely inexplicable, but there it is. Every so often, usually when I’m in the middle of a particularly hot scene on my e-reader, I get the weird thought that he’s checking me out, but when I look up at him he never is. Still, it’s a fun little fantasy to have. Makes me feel all squirmy inside.

Once or twice I’ve gone into the bathroom just to play with myself because I can’t wait until I get home. Too horny.

As usually happens, eventually the summer storms start rolling in. When that happens the lifeguards send everyone home, but the older pool rats are usually offered shelter in the lifeguard office, which otherwise never gets used. It’s got a small couch, some armchairs, the unused lounge chairs from around the pool, and the kickboards that the swimteam uses. I’m the only poolrat given a consistent invitation to come in and play cards when the thunder and lightning starts, usually from Mitch.

One day I showed up while it was already raining.

“Are you kidding me?” Ethan groaned when I appeared in the doorway of the lifeguard office, umbrella in one hand and pool pass in the other.

I gave him a dirty look. “There’s no lightening or thunder yet. No reason I can’t go in the pool.”

“He might have a point, you know,” Mitch said, chuckling, as his long, hard body unfolded from the chair he’d been sitting in. They’d obviously already started to set up a card game. “Sometimes you take the pool rat thing a little far.”

“If I’m not here every day, rain or shine, then I don’t deserve the title of pool rat,” I said. Just as I spoke, two of my fellow poolrats were coming up behind me, both girls in their early teens who were constantly mooning over Ethan and Mitch. Can’t blame them.

Just as they reached us we all heard the ominous roll of thunder.

“Sorry girls,” Mitch said with his most charming smile as Ethan heaved a sigh of relief behind him. “You know the rules, that’s a half hour wait.”

Both of the girls groaned and turned to go. I just gave Mitch a pleading look.

“Let me guess,” he said with a deep chuckle that did delightful things to my insides. “You want to come in and wait it out with us.”

“Well it takes me fifteen minutes to walk home,” I pointed out. “At which point I’ll immediately turn around to come back here as long as there’s no more thunder.”

“Alright,” he said with an exaggerated sigh as Ethan grumbled behind him. “Come on in, sweetheart.” He opened the door for me, playing the gentleman in a mockingly teasing way that had me giggling.

Ethan just ignored my entrance and turned on the radio.

There was no chance of any of the other pool rats showing up, we all knew what thunder meant. We might come out in the rain, but no one liked being sent home due to lightening or thunder. Anyone who hadn’t arrived yet was either already turning around to head back home or was staying put until the wait was over.

I played a couple rounds of poker with them before I got tired of Ethan’s churlish attitude. The thunder had continued coming at odd intervals and finally we spotted some lightening, so I was just about to leave when the radio made that awful beeping sound that signaled a weather advisory. All three of us groaned as the radio said that it was a severe storm warning and people should stay where they were until it lessened.

“Sorry guys,” I said, with an apologetic shrug. Mitch smiled at me and Ethan just shrugged.

“Want to play another hand?” Mitch asked.

“Nah, I think I’m just going to read for a bit,” I said. I figured Ethan was probably tired of playing cards with me anyway, I could let him and Mitch just hang for a bit. Besides, I’d gotten to a particularly good part in my book before leaving for the pool this morning and I’d been looking forward to reading more while I was at the pool. Of course, I hadn’t figured on being trapped in the office for so long – the weather report this morning had said scattered thunderstorms but I’d been hoping they’d be scattered elsewhere.

When I’m reading a book that I’m really into, it’s like the rest of the world falls away. Even if the rest of the world is two total hunks that I’m picturing in my head even as I’m reading. Their voices dimmed to a muted buzz and then disappeared as I became completely engrossed in another world entirely.

So it was a rude shock when my e-reader was suddenly grabbed out of my hands from behind me. I was cuddled into an armchair which meant that I couldn’t even spin around very quickly, the bulk of the chair and the high back kept me from being able to grab the device back. All the blood drained from my face as Ethan, my high school tormentor who loved nothing better than to tease me, danced backed with a huge grin on his face, looking at the screen.

“So whatcha reading, cupcake?”

“Give it back!” I clutched at the back of the armchair, up on my knees. Impending doom was racing down on me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Mitch was no help, he never had been, he just sat at the card table watching with an amused smile on his face. To my horror, instead of just teasing me with his possession of my e-reader, Ethan did exactly what I was most hoping he wouldn’t. He looked at the screen and started to read out loud.

“Working her jaw muscles to keep from drooling,” Ethan’s voice faltered a little, becoming almost incredulous. I just closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was anywhere else as he kept reading. “She kept her eyes trained on the floor in front of her as she wondered what Justin was doing. If he was going to touch her. What Chris was getting out of the bag. Trying to keep track of both of them while also holding perfectly still in her position and sucking on the gag in her mouth was proving difficult. Too many things to turn her attention to.”

“What the hell…” I heard Mitch say, almost wonderingly. I wondered if it was possible to spontaneously die of embarrassment.

I should be so lucky.

“When Chris walked up in front of her and fondled her breast, she felt a little gush of pleasure between her legs. She was so wet that she wouldn’t be surprised if she was actually dripping on the floor. Whimpering around the gag as he pinched at her nipples, she did her best not to move at all, sure that Justin was watching while Chris enjoyed himself. The whole two against one thing could be so immensely unfair sometimes – she couldn’t get away with anything. On the other hand she knew that deep down she liked it that way.”

Ethan’s voice had been getting almost hoarse as he read and now it finally stuttered to a stop.

I forced myself to open my eyes and hold my head high, despite the fact that my cheeks were so hot I thought I might actually burst into flame at any moment. I shouldn’t be the one embarrassed, I didn’t care what they thought. I could enjoy whatever books I wanted and screw them!

They were both staring at me as if they’d never seen me before.

I hadn’t thought it was possible, but somehow my face felt like it got even redder. Actually my entire body was feeling kind of hot – and I told myself it wasn’t just because I’d been listening to Ethan describe a scene right out of one of my fantasies in his deep sexy voice. It was a combination of arousal from what I’d been reading, humiliation that now they knew what I’d been reading, and the despair of knowing that there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to come back to this pool house.

“Can I have my e-reader back please?” I said, almost primly, as if I wasn’t experiencing my first ever full body blush.

For a moment it looked like Ethan was debating, and then out of the corner of my eye I saw Mitch moving towards me. Turning to look at him, I almost froze when I saw the heat in his normally sparkling blue eyes. There was an intensity there that I’d never seen before, that was absent when he normally flirted with me and the other girls around the pool.

“Is that what you’re reading on that thing all the time?” Mitch asked. “Porn? Kinky threesome porn?”

He had almost reached the armchair where I was kneeling when suddenly Ethan moved, standing on the other side of the chair so that I was between them, as if they were facing off against each other. My head tilted back to look up at Mitch who was grinning down at me.

“Have you ever done anything kinky?” Mitch asked, ignoring the dark presence of Ethan on my left. He leaned down towards me and all of the sudden Ethan’s arm was around my waist, underneath my breasts, pulling me away and off of the chair. My back was pressed up against all six foot something of him and, I swear, I think I heard him actually growl.

“Leave her alone,” Ethan said warningly.

What the heck? I suddenly felt like they were fighting over me, but that wasn’t possible. Mitch was just a flirt and Ethan didn’t like me… but there was no denying that the atmosphere in the lifeguard obvious had just altered. Tensed. Just like Ethan’s arm.

I let out a little squeak and tapped the muscular forearm that was like an iron band around my ribs. “Can’t breathe.”

Immediately it loosened. But it didn’t drop away.

“She reads about kinky sex and threesomes,” Mitch said, never taking his eyes away from mine. I wanted to speak up and tell them to not talk about me like I wasn’t there, but my breath felt strangled in my throat. Not to mention all the distractions, like hot, hard male standing directly behind me and his arm around. Not in a million years did I ever think I’d be pressed up against Ethan like this, my back or my front, and some part of my brain was memorizing exactly how fantastic it felt. “Maybe she’d like to experience a little. Do you have kinky threesome fantasies, Allie?”

“Yes.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Mitch was coming closer again, his eyes almost hypnotizing.

Maybe this is the way a mouse felt when it was in front of a snake, knowing that it’s in danger, but unable to look away or run. My instincts for self-preservation obviously suck.

“Do you sometimes fantasize about having a threesome with me and Ethan?”

“Mitch-”

“Yes.” It was like being drunk, this endorphin high that was flying through me, making me say things that I never thought I would – like the truth. I felt dizzy, light-headed, and like I was flying on top of the world. Like Icharus flying too close to the sun and knowing I’m about to get burned, knowing that my wings are about to melt and I’m going to have a shattering fall to earth in the form of reality, but right now things were too much like one of my fantasies for me not to want to indulge a little. Have a threesome with Mitch and Ethan in the poolhouse?

Yeah, I can’t even count how many times I’ve masturbated to that particular fantasy over the past few weeks. Singular, together, whatever, the thought turns me on. Even being teased like this, pretending for one second that it might actually happens, makes the fact that my pool rat days are over worth it. I’ll never be able to face them after this, now that they know, but at least I can spend the rest of my summer reliving these moments where they’re both acting like they’re actually attracted to me.

Ethan’s arm tightens again, pressing me against him and I suddenly become very aware that maybe he’s not just pretending like he’s attracted to me. Or, at the very least, he REALLY likes having a girl’s butt pressed up against him.

“Back off, Mitch.”

At this point I’m pretty close to swooning over the fact that Ethan’s erection is pressing between my butt cheeks and against my lower back, so I’m having trouble formulating the thought that I should inform them that I don’t want them to leave me alone. Either of them. I’m pretty confused about what the heck is going on with them and why the sudden change – seriously, does knowing I read kinky literature somehow turn me into a sexpot? – but far be it from me to argue if they are suddenly seeing me the way I see them.

“Come on, man. You just heard her admit she has fantasies about kinky threesomes with us. You’ve been crushing on her for years now, you can’t tell me you haven’t been watching her the same way you did in high school, we can make everyone’s fantasies come true.”

Say what now?

My head swivels up to stare at Ethan in complete shock when another one of those vibrating growls goes through his body, but not a word of protest passes his lips. His cheeks are a dusky red, like he’s blushing, when he looks down at me. Then, before I can even think of how to ask all the questions that are filling my mind, he tosses me e-reader on the chair, grips my chin with that hand, and kisses me.

With my back still pressed against his front, there’s nothing I can do but cling to his forearm and arch against him, as sizzling heat flashes through my body with a force that I’ve never known before. Maybe he kissed me to keep me from asking questions. Maybe just because he’s turned on and I looked for him. Do I really care about the reason?

No, no I do not.

I opened my mouth to kiss him back and his tongue thrust into mine. Oh jeezus. My knees go weak and I’m pretty sure that if he hadn’t been holding me up that I actually would have fallen down in a pathetic heap at his feet. The boy can kiss. He tastes like mint and salt and summer.

Movement distracts me and suddenly Mitch is pressing against my front, his hands on my hips.

Ethan growls, breaking off the kiss.

“She said threesome,” Mitch reminded him, a smile playing around his lips. “Do you want to try a threesome, Allie?”

Part of me wants to say no, because Ethan really doesn’t seem enamored of sharing – and holy crap what that does to my ego – and I’ve got a million questions for him… but at the same I don’t really know if I can trust what he “seems” like considering how long he used to tease and torment me in high school and how he’s acted since the beginning of summer. And when am I ever going to get a chance to have a threesome with two men that I’ve fantasized about since high school?

“Yes.”

I feel like that’s all I can say. I’m the modern-day Ado Annie… I can’t say no.

But who would want to?

Another little growl and my head is tipped back and Ethan’s mouth lowers to mine again. Possessive. Powerful. I moan against his lips, one hand on his forearm, the other on Mitch’s muscular chest as he presses forward, his hands sliding up my sides, over Ethan’s arms and to my breasts.

The thin cotton cover-up I’m wearing over my bikini might as well be spiderwebs for all the protection it provides from the searing heat of his hands. Ethan holds me even closer, his hand splaying almost possessively across my belly as it goes lower, my fingers still wrapped around his wrist.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap…

I could seriously die happy right now.

Straps slide down my shoulders and then the front of my cover-up and my bikini are pulled down, baring my breasts. Something must have alerted Ethan because he suddenly pulls his mouth away from mine and begins to kiss down the side of my neck as I lean my head back against his shoulder; I’m pretty sure the change in position is so that he can watch as Mitch squeezes and fondles my breasts. My nipples feel so hard and swollen that I’m afraid they might pop as his fingers tighten around them.

He’s watching every movement of my body, every expression as it flits across my face as he begins to pinch and twist my nipples. It should hurt, it almost does, but the utter, throbbing need that’s pulsing in me has overwhelmed any other sensation.

Another little growl and my head is tipped back and Ethan’s mouth lowers to mine again. Possessive. Powerful. I moan against his lips, one hand on his forearm, the other on Mitch’s muscular chest as he presses forward, his hands sliding up my sides, over Ethan’s arms and to my breasts.

The thin cotton cover-up I’m wearing over my bikini might as well be spiderwebs for all the protection it provides from the searing heat of his hands. Ethan holds me even closer, his hand splaying almost possessively across my belly as it goes lower, my fingers still wrapped around his wrist.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap…

I could seriously die happy right now.

Straps slide down my shoulders and then the front of my cover-up and my bikini are pulled down, baring my breasts. Something must have alerted Ethan because he suddenly pulls his mouth away from mine and begins to kiss down the side of my neck as I lean my head back against his shoulder; I’m pretty sure the change in position is so that he can watch as Mitch squeezes and fondles my breasts. My nipples feel so hard and swollen that I’m afraid they might pop as his fingers tighten around them.

He’s watching every movement of my body, every expression as it flits across my face as he begins to pinch and twist my nipples. It should hurt, it almost did, but the utter, throbbing need that’s pulsing in me has overwhelmed any other sensation. Ethan’s hand on my stomach begins to slid down over my mound and his fingers pull up the hem of my cover-up, bunching it in his palm until he can touch the silky fabric of my bathing suit bottoms.

I’m moaning, gyrating, completely lost in sensation between them.

Mitch reaches down and takes the bunched hem of my cover-up from Ethan and pulls it over my head. I’m bereft without them for just a moment before both of them are pressing back against me, except this time I’m kissing Mitch and Ethan is grinding his cock between the cheeks of my ass as he tugs at the strings of my bikini.

The kiss with Mitch is different. He’s a damn good kisser, but he doesn’t devour me the way Ethan had been. It’s more practiced, more in control, and less passionate. Not that I really cared at this point, it was just something that I noticed in the back of my head while my body reigned supreme.

You know how people say that all the blood rushes to a guy’s cock and he can only use one head at a time? Well that’s how I felt. My brain was still cataloguing events, still keeping track of what was going on, and filing away tidbits to think over later, but it wasn’t really operating if you know what I mean. I felt like a wild animal, all reaction and instinct rather than logic and control. My pussy was doing my thinking for me and it felt fantastic.

Teeth dig into my shoulder and I moan into Mitch’s mouth, someone is feeling me up and I don’t know if it’s one or both of them, I just know that it feels fantastic as they squeeze my tits. The kneading of my flesh soothes some of the aching inside me, but it also just makes the throbbing need between my legs even worse.

Fingers slip down the front of my lower belly and I can tell that the hand is coming from behind me, which means that it’s Ethan who’s pushing his hand into my bathing suit bottom. Ethan who’s touching the hot, wet folds of my pussy.

He groans as his hand pushes forward and his fingers slide through the wet heat. “Fuck, she’s soaked.”

Pulling back, Mitch squeezes my breasts again, pinching my nipples between his fingers and tugging on them. It hurts so good, mingling with the heady pleasure of the way Ethan’s fingers are rubbing against my swollen clit. “Is this as good as your fantasies Allie?”

“Better.” My voice is slurred from the pleasure and I can’t help but moan again as Mitch squeezes my nipples even tighter. My back arches, thrusting my breasts out towards him to relieve the pressure and pushing the globes of my ass into Ethan. He groans and presses back, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass.

“What next?” Ethan asks, spinning me around to face him. His hands are on my hips, his face serious even as his eyes flick down to my breasts with the cherry red, jutting nipples. “What do you want us to do, Allie?”

I shudder and let my knees bend, sliding between his hands down to the ground. “I want to suck you.”

Ethan moans at my words, an immediate and instinctive reaction that sends me careening. Fuck it’s hot that just me saying that can get a rise out of him. Although I suppose that I’ve already gotten the rise, but still. Don’t need to tell him twice either, he strips out of his swimsuit so fast it probably set a world record.

His cock his beautiful. I know that you’re not really supposed to say that about a guy’s cock, but it’s true. Just like Ethan’s beautiful. It’s long and thick, jutting out from a neatly trimmed thatch of hair – and can I just say how hot it is when a guy takes care of his grooming down there? That sexy stomach of his with all its muscles tapers down to the sexy male V of his hipbones and straight to the reddish cock that is pointing straight out me; the entirety of the image actually makes my mouth water.

I reached out for him, wrapping my fingers around that hard, hot length and he groans, letting me tug him forwards. The silky soft skin moves beneath my palm around the steel rod interior and a drop of fluid pools at the tip. My tongue flicks out to take a taste… salty and sweet, and accompanied by a groan that makes my insides clench. Giving head is supposed to me a subservient move for a woman, but I felt like the powerful one, even though I’m on my knees before him.

He’s waiting for me, waiting for my mouth, waiting for my tongue and my touch. And I can explore and tease to my heart’s content. My tongue flicks out again as I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I explore the sensitive head of his dick. The intensity of his gaze as he stares down at me, his hands gently resting on my head, is everything I ever dreamed about.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Mitch moving for a better view. He’s only a few feet away from us, watching with an entranced expression on his face and his hand around his dick. Everyone’s completely naked except for me, but I’m okay with that because I’m pretty sure I’d be leaking down my thighs I’m so turned on, if I didn’t have my bathing suit bottom on. Knowing that Mitch is watching us, that he’s masturbating to the sight of me about to give Ethan head, is so fucking hot that it makes me even more eager, even greedier for Ethan’s cock in my mouth.

Pressing my lips to the tip, I suck him slowly in, smiling to myself as I hear both men groan. Ethan’s hands smooth over my hair, encouraging without pushing, his eyes totally entranced with watching what I’m doing. I could get lost in those eyes, but then I wouldn’t be doing a very good job of pleasuring him, so I reluctantly break the eye contact and start concentrating on giving him the best damn blowjob of his life.

I can feel his cock flexing as I take more and more of it into my mouth, my hand still gripped around the base of his cock until it starts getting in my way. I roll his balls with my other hand, moving my head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace until I feel his hips buck automatically. Then I increase the suction, closing my eyes as I hum with pleasure at the feel of him sliding back and forth between my lips.

“FUCK.” I glance up to see that Ethan’s thrown his head back, the muscles of his stomach and chest tense and he actually trembles. I tug on his balls and a shudder goes through him.

“God that’s hot,” Mitch mutters from the side. He’s still playing with himself, his hand stroking with the same rhythm that my head is bobbing on Ethan’s dick and I realize that he’s fantasizing that it’s his cock in my mouth. That just turns me on even more.

I release the hold I have around the base of Ethan’s dick and reach around to grab his ass cheeks, which are incredibly firm. Seriously, firmer and more muscular than anyone’s ass cheeks have a right to be, although it doesn’t help that he’s clenching and relaxing them over and over again. I use the new position to help me take his cock deeper, relaxing my throat muscles and lengthening my neck until my lips are only an inch away from his body.

“Oh…. FUCK… Allie…. I’m gonna cum….”

I think he said it to warn me, but it just makes me even more determined to take him all. I start to pull away, which was what he was expecting, but then I slide right back down as soon as I get a quick breath of air. I look right up into his eyes as I do it, so I see when they nearly roll into the back of his head.

Even so, I still can’t take his entire length into my mouth, but the head of his cock lodges in my throat. I can feel the narrow passage protesting, my lungs are burning, and none of that matters as Ethan’s cock begins to pulse against my tongue. I lash at that pulsing vein, triumph welling as fluid spurts into my throat and I swallow convulsively. His entire body is trembling as his fingers tighten in my hair, on my head, and he empties himself into my belly.

God… I just sucked the hell out of Ethan’s cock. A fantasy that I never thought would be fulfilled and it had been hotter than I’d ever imagined.

Speaking of fantasies…

“My turn,” Mitch said, standing and walking towards us.

My mouth watered at the thought of swallowing both of them, one after the other.

“Wait,” said Ethan, his voice still hoarse from the groans of his climax.

Both of us looked at him and I felt my stomach drop a little bit. He wasn’t going to bow out now, was he? Take what he wanted, get himself off, and then leave? It would be the meanest thing he’d ever done to me, but I didn’t think it was beyond him.

To my shock he got down on his knees in front of me, so that we were almost at eye level again. The glow in his dark eyes was still there, drinking in the sight of my disheveled hair, my gently swaying breasts and lips swollen from sucking him off.

“I want you to ride my face while you suck him off,” he said, the last part a little grimly, as if he didn’t like the idea of me giving Mitch head but was determined to see it through anyway. To be a part of it.

My pussy clenched and I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He reaches out and tugged at the strings tied at my hips, holding my bathing suit bottoms in place on my bottom. To my embarrassment, only most of my suit fell. I was so wet that the center part over my pussy actually remained stuck to me.

Neither of the guys seemed that bothered by it.

“Fuck she’s soaked,” Ethan groaned as he pulled the sopping piece of fabric away from my pussy lips and tossed it at Mitch. The kinky bastard caught it one hand and sniffed it, his other hand still working his cock as he watched us.

“She smells delicious. Go on Ethan, find out how that sweet pussy tastes.”

It only took a moment for Ethan to get me situated the way he wanted me. Still on my knees, I now had hot breath wafting up onto my sensitive lips, a hand clamped around either thigh, and Ethan’s dark eyes stared up at me. I realized he would have an incredible view of my breasts jiggling, as well as just a bit of a view of Mitch’s cock stretching out my mouth.

One long lick up the center of my slit had me moaning, and almost as soon as my mouth was open, Mitch was in front of me, feeding his cock into it. The moans were immediately stifled by a hot, hard length of meat. My jaw already ached from blowing Ethan, my mouth saturated with the taste of his cum, but I found that I wanted more. Especially as the man beneath me began to tease and lick at my pussy lips. I was so turned on that all I could think about was getting as much cock into me as possible, and if the only place it was going right now was my mouth then so be it.

I’d done a 69 before, but this was completely different. For one, Ethan wasn’t distracted by me sucking on his cock, so his full attention was given to eating me out like a pro. And Mitch was demanding my full attention on his cock, his hips moving as he fucked my mouth and throat, his hands steady on my head. He wouldn’t accept a half-hearted blow job and every time I started to get distracted, his grip would tighten and his cock would surge a little bit deeper so that I was forced to bring my attention back to sucking.

It was so incredibly hot and frustrating at the same time, because all I wanted to do was focus on the fantastic pussy licking I was getting, but I couldn’t… and I knew I wasn’t giving Mitch a good of a blow job as I had Ethan, but I couldn’t fix that either! I was at the mercy of both of them, my body riding Ethan’s face as I clung to Mitch’s hips, hanging on for dear life as he relentlessly drove his cock back and forth between my lips while my body worked its way up towards a delayed and much-needed orgasm.

Ethan sucked my clit into his mouth, working it with his tongue, and my nails dug into Mitch’s body as I screamed around his cock. The orgasm hit me with all the subtlety of a freight train, making my legs tremble around Ethan’s head as he sucked hard, forcing me to ride out the pleasure. I was dimly aware of Mitch’s cock pulsing in my mouth, muffling my cries, and my throat worked as I swallowed my second load of cum of the day. Tears were sparking in my eyes as the lack of air only seemed to make my orgasm more intense as my body tingled and throbbed.

It was only Mitch’s hands holding me upright that kept me from collapsing my weight completely onto Ethan.

“So how does she taste?” Mitch asked as he helped me off of his friend.

I would have never expected sweet, genial Mitch to be the dirtier, rougher, cruder man in the bedroom. It was actually pretty hot, but I had to admit that I was much more intrigued by Ethan’s transformation from asshole to considerate lover. They were both definitely alpha males, which turned me on like nothing else, but I was almost a little bit afraid of Mitch. If Ethan wasn’t there I’m not sure I would have felt entirely comfortable fooling around with Mitch now that I knew what he was like. Ethan made me feel vulnerable but protected, whereas Mitch just made me feel kind of vulnerable.

Plus, even though Ethan had always been meaner to me, I was getting the feeling that Mitch would be more likely to hurt a girl’s feelings after being down and dirty with her. I doubted he would change his flirtatious, sweetheart ways towards me, but he would be a bad bet for a boyfriend too. He just wanted sex… maybe I was just fooling myself, but Ethan seemed to want something more.

Ethan reached out and snagged me from Mitch’s hands, pulling me away as I stared up at the guy that I’d always thought was the nice one.

“Delicious.” The answer was short and almost curt, as if Ethan didn’t want to waste any more time on his friend than he had to. Spinning me around, Ethan’s dark eyes bored down into mine. “How are you feeling, Allie?”

“Good.” I smiled up at him, feeling rather hazy, like I’d been flown to some surreal world where Ethan really did have a crush on me and cared about me. My head was so out of it that it was easy to go along with. I leaned against him, my head still tipped back. My lips felt swollen and my throat was a little sore, but I really was feeling deliciously good. This was so much better, so much hotter than any of the fantasies I’d ever dreamed up, even if it was nothing like what I had expected. In some ways I still didn’t believe that I wasn’t dreaming. For all I knew I’d fallen asleep while reading and my overly fertile imagination had come up with some seriously wishful thinking. “Wonderful. I want more.”

Fingers stroked down my back. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“I’ve been reading threesome stories for months now, do you think I’m going to give up the opportunity when I’m already smack in the center of a fantasy?” I asked, a little incredulous. “I might never get up the balls to be in this situation ever again.”

Ethan took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Okay…” He looked back down at me. “Okay. What else do you want us to do?”

It didn’t matter how drunk on endorphins and pleasure I was, that didn’t stop the hot blush that flooded my cheeks immediately. I dropped my gaze away from his, unable to look him in the eye. Especially when I heard Mitch chuckling and moving closer behind us.

“I think Allie might be even kinkier than either of us ever imagined,” Mitch said from behind me. I knew that he was coming closer because Ethan’s arms kind of tensed and he drew me into his body until I was pressed up against him. Man that was nice. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my cheek against the dark mat of hair on his chest, feeling a little bit like a happy kitten. Fingertips – obviously not Ethan’s – trailed down my back and to the curve of my ass. “Have you ever had anal sex, sweet Allie?”

“No.”

I shivered as Mitch caressed my ass; now Ethan’s hands were drifting down there too. A little moaning whimper escaped my lips as Ethan pulled my cheeks apart, allowing Mitch’s finger to glide down the crease of my ass to the little virginal pucker there.

It wasn’t that anal sex particularly appealed to me really, not on its own, but I couldn’t get all the scenes from those books I’d been reading out of my mind. The idea of having two cocks stuffed into me simultaneously, of being completely filled with hot man meat, just flat out did it for me. The few times I’d watched porn, rather than just reading my dirty romances, I’d ended up looking for double penetration videos. I’d found the twin pumping rods absolutely fascinating and it was something I desperately wanted to experience today, in case I was never in this kind of position again.

After today, these guys might not talk to me, they might not respect me – because some guys were assholes with double standards like that – but I would have at least gotten what I wanted. Plus, if I was too embarrassed to ever return to my pool, at least that cost would be balanced by having my COMPLETE fantasy fulfilled.

So I let Ethan hold me while Mitch’s finger slid down to the sopping wet folds of my pussy and then the lubricated length returned to the small bud of my anus and began to push in. I’ve played with my asshole a little bit, usually with a small dildo or vibrator, while I masturbated and pretended that I was in the middle of a hot man sandwich, so his finger slid in easily enough.

It still felt weird, because unlike one of my boys it was bending and thrusting inside me and it was completely out of my control. I clung to Ethan, moaning as his long fingers massaged my buttocks. From the way he was holding me, the way his upper body was leaning forwards, I could tell that he was looking down the length of my backside and watching the thrust of Mitch’s hand as he fingered my virgin asshole.

I wished I could see what it looked like too, but I could picture it in my head and my insides clenched.

“Geezus,” Mitch muttered, thrusting his finger harder and I moaned. “God Allie, you are so fucking hot…”

“How does it feel, Allie? Does it feel good?” Ethan whispered in my ear. I could feel his cock slowly thickening against me, growing harder and longer.

“Yeessssss,” I hissed as Mitch twisted his finger back and forth.

It felt so different from a toy and so much better too. Especially because Ethan’s hands were holding my cheeks apart to make things easier for Mitch; having them work together to touch me was everything I’d ever fantasized about when it came to being with two guys at once.

Ethan’s hands kneaded and squeezed, almost roughly and I shuddered against him as Mitch moved his finger back and forth, loosening up the tight ring of muscle.

“Who do you want where?” Ethan asked.

I shook my head. “Don’t care.”

I felt Ethan shift, knew that he was looking at Mitch… they’d been best friends for so long that they didn’t even need to talk in order to sort out what the other wanted. My pussy was leaking like a sieve, my breath coming shorter and faster in anticipation. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

The finger in my asshole retreated and Ethan tugged me over to the couch, pulling me down on top of him. My knee came down on one side of him, my foot down on the other. I was ready to to sink down on his beautiful cock, but to my surprise his hands held me off of him – and then I felt the couch cushions shift and Mitch’s hands on my hips.

“We don’t have any lube, so I’m going to use the natural stuff,” Mitch said, and I could actually hear the grin in his voice. I didn’t really have an objection, I just wanted to get started before I lost my nerve.

To my surprise, Ethan pulled my head down for a passionate kiss just as Mitch’s cock started to push into the wet tunnel of my pussy. He wouldn’t have any trouble covering his dick in my natural lubrication, that was for sure. I moaned into Ethan’s mouth as I felt the thick length of Mitch’s cock shoving deep inside of me, stretching open my walls. Holy crap… I had no idea how hot it could be to be kissing one man while another was sinking into me. Four hands traveled over my body and I had no idea which were whose at this point and I didn’t care.

Fingers plucked at my nipples as Mitch started to pull out and then shove back into my needy pussy, hands massaged my hips, and Ethan’s kiss practically burned me alive. I moaned and whimpered as Mitch started to pump in and out of me a few times, getting his dick all slick and shiny with my juices, my tongue tangling with Ethan’s as they ran their hands all over my body.

When Mitch pulled out, I whimpered. That had felt good darnit and I hadn’t wanted it to stop!

Then I could feel my hips being pushed down and Ethan pulled away from the kiss; we stared at each other as I started to sink down onto his cock. It was incredibly intimate, seeing the look of ecstasy on his face as my wet warmth surrounded him, feeling him shudder with pleasure underneath my hands. I rose and fell over him, taking him into me again and again, enjoying the hot stretch of muscle and the wonderfully full feeling… and all the while knowing that Mitch was behind us watching me ride Ethan’s cock.

Gripping my hips, Ethan rocked me on his cock a few times, before pulling me securely down atop him. One arm wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place on top of him, bent over so that my asshole was open and vulnerable to Mitch, while his fingers began to pluck at my nipple again.

I moaned, shivering with anticipation and apprehension as Mitch spread my cheeks. I could feel his fingers gathering some of the juices around my pussy and Ethan’s cock, and then he was pushing two of them into my ass.

They felt HUGE.

“Oh…. fuuuuuuuuck…” I shuddered and clenched helplessly, my fingernails digging into Ethan’s biceps as Mitch forced his fingers into my spasming asshole. It felt uncomfortable… full… burning… and oh so very good. I panted, my body trying to adjust to this new sensation.

Playing by myself with a couple dildos wasn’t any kind of substitute for the incredible sensations that were running through me. Ethan’s hard cock was flexing inside of me, hot and pulsing, and Mitch’s fingers were twisting and probing in a way that I could never duplicate on my own. Sprawled across Ethan’s chest, my hips moved the little bit that they were able in response to the guys’ manipulation of my body, but Ethan was holding me too tightly for me to be able to truly ride him anymore.

When Mitch pulled out his fingers I felt my entire body spasm and tighten in instinctive fright, despite how badly I wanted this.

Immediately Ethan’s fingers left my breast and he started stroking my neck and back soothingly.

“It’s okay sweetheart… just relax. We’re gonna make you feel good,” he crooned in my ear, his deep voice rumbling in his chest and through my frame.

I tried to force my muscles to relax as the wet tip of Mitch’s cock nosed against the tight bud of my anus, but of course I couldn’t help the second – and third and fourth – thoughts that were now racing through my mind. Could I handle this?

Then he was pushing inside of me and it was too late. The tight ring of my anus protested as the pressure grew and I groaned at the strain.

“Slower,” I pleaded; I’d never felt the lower part of my body ache so much. It was both fantastic and awful, a mix of pleasure and pain like I’d never experienced before.

“Fuck she’s tight…”

Mitch and I both moaned as the head of his cock popped into the constrained channel of my backside, firmly planting his tip within me. Beneath me, Ethan’s hips rocked, sending a flare of pleasure through my buzzing clit to counteract the discomfort of having my virgin asshole breached.

Very slowly, to the sound of my whimpers and Ethan’s groans as I clenched around him, Mitch began to work his cock back and forth inside of my ass, tunneling a little deeper each time. White lights sparked and flared in my eyes as every nerve ending in my body tingled and sizzled with a myriad of sensations. I was lost in a sea of erotic pain and pleasure, buffeted back and forth between the waves, as my lower body was filled with cock.

When Mitch’s body was finally resting against my backside, I nearly sobbed with relief. I’d never felt so incredibly full, so incredibly stretched. It was the perfect storm of sensation, a blend of everything wonderful and terrible, a symphony of strain and bliss.

Then they began to move.

I sobbed, moaning incoherently, as they took turns thrusting into my holes. Their cocks dragged against my clenching openings, wetly surging inside of me, dueling for primacy of sensation and I was reduced to a shivering wreck of a sensual vessel, there for their pleasure.

Ethan’s lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, holding me against him as he and Mitch rocked me between them, pummeling my body with their cocks. The tingling went from the tips of my toes to my fingers, every inch of skin humming with the sensual overload.

Everything felt amazing, as if my entire world had shrunk down to one explosive sexual experience. The orgasm didn’t slam into me, it didn’t grow, it was just suddenly there… filling me with the most intense ecstasy, as if it had just suddenly bloomed inside me. I writhed and sobbed; the thrusting cocks felt even bigger as my body spasmed around them, the pleasure riding me becoming so intense that I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and anther began.

I screamed, I scratched, and I came until I thought I might pass out.

The thrusting had become increasingly erratic, both of them picking up pace and not entirely evenly, until I felt Mitch’s hard thrust into my ass. He groaned, holding himself completely still, and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he filled up my backside with hot cream. The sudden stillness in my ass sent Ethan into overdrive, making me clench tightly around both of them, milking Mitch as Ethan groaned and tensed beneath me.

I sobbed into Ethan’s chest as I felt him begin to cum inside me, my pussy felt hot and tingling, as if someone was running an electric current through it. The pulses of pleasure didn’t subside until both men had emptied themselves into my body, and only then was I able to relax between them.

Relax… hell, I collapsed. Crying again.

“Allie… are you okay?”

“Talk to us, sweetheart…”

“We didn’t hurt you did we?”

The concerned voices helped to anchor me and I shuddered, taking in a deep, shuddering breath as I felt them carefully dislodge from my body. “I’m good… I’m fine… that wast just… more than I expected…. oh fuck…”

Mitch chuckled as Ethan’s arms tightened around me, his hand stroking my hair.

“Stay put, I’m going to get something to clean you up,” Mitch said, patting my bottom affectionately. If my legs didn’t feel so weak I might have kicked him. I rolled my eyes. Like I’d thought, Mitch was acting like having sex was no big deal.

It was really Ethan’s reaction I was more worried about. He’d become a lot more unpredictable today.

I heard the door to the office close and realized that the rolling sounds of thunder had stopped. Although we probably still had some time before any of the other pool rats showed up.

With my head resting on Ethan’s chest and his fingers making soothing little circles on my back, I found that I really didn’t want to move. Especially since the lower half of my body felt like it had gone on vacation. I didn’t want to look at him either, that might ruin the moment.

Even though Mitch hadn’t changed his demeanor towards me, I really hoped that Ethan would. If he was mean to me now or had totally lost respect for me then I would deal with it, but I couldn’t help remembering that little comment Mitch had made about Ethan’s feelings for me. I had no idea whether or not to take that seriously, but a little kernel of hope had sprung up inside me.

“So… what are you doing tonight?”

I was so entranced by the rumbling vibrations his chest made when he spoke that it took me a moment to sort out what he’d actually said.

“Um… hanging out at the pool till it closes and then going home… the usual.” At least I prayed that was what I’d be doing. If he was mean to me now, I might run. After putting some clothes on of course.

I could feel him toying with the ends of my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. Dammit, if I had to run that might hurt.

“I was hoping maybe you’d go to dinner with me after I get off work…”

“Really?” I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice and I pushed up on my hands so that I could see his face. I needed to be able to see his expression and judge his sincerity.

The look he was giving me was decidedly grumpy. Handsome, hot as hell, but definitely grumpy.

“Well yeah… didn’t you hear Mitch say that I’d always had a crush on you?” He asked the question fiercely but he was blushing too. I stared, more than a little fascinated.

Then I shook myself, remembering that I was naked on top of him. Great, now we were both blushing.

I let out a little huff of air. “Yes, but you didn’t say anything.”

“Well, I am now. Will you go out to dinner with me?”

“You don’t care that I just had sex with you and your best friend?”

Now it was Ethan’s turn to be a little huffy. “Honestly? It’s not my ideal scenario and I’m not sure I’d ever want to repeat it again… it was like combining heaven and hell. Heaven because I was fulfilling my fantasy of being with you, and hell because your fantasy involved more than just me.”

I smiled, feeling a little shy which was absurd given the circumstances.

“If it helps, I think my curiosity has been appeased… that was amazing, but not something I’d want to do on a regular basis. If ever again.”

The pleased look on Ethan’s face was almost cute. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. It was… a fantasy. And now I know what it feels like… and I think I’m going to be really sore tomorrow…” I giggled and Ethan chuckled. “And I was never really that kind of girl. I just wanted to be, for a day. For today.”

“Good,” Ethan said fiercely, pulling me down for a kiss. It was demanding, passionate, and everything I could want it to be. I was starting to feel the overwhelming urge to pinch myself, except that there was no way I would be fantasizing about having my pussy and asshole feel this sore so I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Now that we weren’t in the midst of having sex, I was able to just appreciate what it felt like to kiss him with all that sexy body underneath mine and at my disposal. I’m not ashamed to tell you that my hands were wandering like mad, touching every part of him that I wasn’t lying on top of until the kiss ended. “Then you’ll go to dinner with me tonight?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling brilliantly.

“Thank god,” Mitch’s voice was so loud it practically echoed through the room and both of us jumped. “I always knew you two would be perfect together.”

Ethan scowled, sitting up with me on his lap and angling my body so that Mitch couldn’t see as much of it. Which was both silly and sweet. “Then why did you jump at the threesome angle?”

“It’s Allie…” Mitch looked at Ethan like he was demented. “Of course I jumped. I’m not an idiot.”

“Just as long as you aren’t going to be jumping anymore,” Ethan said sternly.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, man. Here.” Mitch tossed Ethan the roll of tissue paper that he’d gone to get. “You can do the honors, since I don’t think you’ll want me getting close enough to help.” He winked.

“Wouldn’t matter if he did want to jump me again,” I said, amused and relieved that things weren’t going to be totally awkward. “I’m pretty sure I get a say in the matter.”

“Aww, Allie, you’re breaking my heart…” Mitch put his hand over the organ in question and pretended to stagger out of the room. I giggled and Ethan chuckled reluctantly.

“I had a really big crush on you in high school,” I said.

Ethan raised one dark eyebrow at me. “Then why did you never give me the time of day?”

“Why were you always mean to me?”

“Because I liked you. Duh.”

“Well back at you. Duh.”

We grinned at each other. Silly, soppy grins. And damn, didn’t he look hot even doing that.