Vacation time
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dirty old lawyer

Author's note: As is typical of my writing, there is some truth to the following story: the recipes! Everything else is a figment of my overactive imagination. And thanks for the feedback. I'm particularly gratified for the ladies' comments and their votes. My goal is that the ladies receive pleasure first, both in lovemaking and storytelling. If I do my job right, the reward is worth it.

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Ah. They're gone. Wife and kids off for three weeks to her dad's the next state over. I am a solo businessman, and can't take the time off, altho I'll go down for a weekend. But now, even tho I'm going to the office to work every day, vacation is having the house to myself, not having to answer to anyone, and so forth. Heck, in the past when I went with the family I took work and buried my nose into it for a few hours every day.

First day, go to the baseball game at the local minor league. Get home, sun is going down, I decide to swim in our big in-ground pool. Our next door neighbor hears me, and knows that Linda and kids are out of town. She is in her mid-40's (I'm 52) and attractive even if she's not a beauty queen. Not over-weight; not a model's figure, either. Breasts appear to be a small C cup; butt's all right; legs shapely. Tonight she's wearing shorts and a halter top which shows enough cleavage to attract interest, not enough to attract excitement even if the fabric is thin enough to show the nipple when it's astir. Anyhow, Debby comes on thru the gate to say hi.

"Enjoying the pool, Dave? "

"Yeah, Debby. With these 90 plus days, it's really great to cool off in here. Why don't you get a suit and join me?"

"Not tonight, Dave. But could I grab a beer?"

"Sure; help yourself. Linda took hers so you'll have to have one of mine (my wife drinks the "light" American horsepiss stuff; I prefer the German type in a green bottle) Debby grabs a beer from the deck fridge and sits down to drink it. We chat about work, how her case with her ex-husband is doing (Debby's been divorced for 6 or 7 years, and her husband is trying to weasel out of his support payments. Debby's first lawyer didn't handle her case well, and forgot to do the paperwork to get $200K of the ex's pension. I got her to a friend of mine who is making the sorry bastard wish he'd kept his mouth shut). Debby's had a few guys around -- some for several months -- but no long term relationships, and none at the moment.

Anyhow, after finishing her beer she gets up to go; I'm still in the pool hanging on the edge while we chatted. "See ya Debby. If you come by after dark, yell before you come thru the gate as I may be skinny dipping!!"

She chuckles, "That sounds like fun" and out she goes. I thought nothing further of it.

Anyhow I got out, dried off, and went in to fix something to eat. I did some paperwork and went to bed. Cable had a nice "R" movie on so I watched it and -- feeling in the mood -- jerked off to the nice naked babes frolicking on the screen.

The next day I get home from the office, change into swim shorts and a tee shirt, feed the dog and decide to fire up the grill for a burger. Debby hollers "Dave, are you decent?"

"I won't vouch for 'decent' but I do have clothes on, if that's what you meant" I holler back.

"Close enough" and she comes on thru the gate.

"Grab a beer; do you want me to put a burger or two on for you?"

"Thanks; sure" and gets a beer and sits at the deck table. She's wearing loose, thin jogging style shorts with a thin tee shirt, and it appears no bra as there is definite swaying movement of her boobs as she leans over to get the beer. Also, there's no VPL as I glance at her ass. We chat, and Debby goes into my kitchen to slice a tomato and get some other stuff for our burgers.

After we eat, we drink some more beer, talk some and read the day's paper, exchanging sections as we finish them. After 45 minutes I grumble about the heat and announce I'm getting wet. "Sounds like a good idea, but I'm too lazy to go to my house to get my suit".

"Hell, why don't you just come in with what you've got on" I joke as I remove my shirt and jump in.

She must've had more beer than I thought (altho mine is more than twice the power of the horspiss stuff) because she considered my offer seriously. "Could I? But how about a towel . . . "

"Use one of our towels to wrap yourself when you go home, and bring it back next time"

"OK." And with that she jumps in off the side.

"What the hell!!" I thought to myself. And I definitely wanted to get a better look at this. Thank You God for inventing the wet tee-shirt. Debby's appearance in one was a blessed sight. For the first time since I've known her I got a good look at her tits as they clung to the thin wet tee-shirt.. Definite C cup, although not as small a "C" as I had thought, with a little sag. Nipples really stuck out like the proverbial pencil eraser, only bigger around, about the size of the toothpaste tube top -- you could balance a pencil on one -- and the aureoles were Silver Dollar size (the old ones, not the new things). Altho it seemed too long, and not long enough, I took all that in in a second or two as she surfaced next to me and brushed her hair out of her face. The hard part (excuse the pun) was not staring more.

"Hey, this water is perfect. I should've come in last night, also, but I had stuff to take care of" Debby said.

We stood in the pool partway into the deep end -- standing so that we were into the water about half-way up our chests -- and continued talking about stuff. She'd look away at something and my eyes immediately went to admire her chest. We moved to deeper water, and her tits became somewhat buoyant. I think she knew I was checking her out because of the grin on her pretty face, but she didn't say anything. Of course, she couldn't help but notice my biological reaction although she didn't comment on that, either.

I cracked a joke on something, and Debby splashed me. I splashed back, and we got into a splash battle. Debby dove into the deep end and I followed and grabbed her foot. She got loose, and grabbed me around my waist, briefly but definitely feeling my hard 7 inches as she did so. I grabbed her and accidentally (well, I tried to make it seem that way) felt one of those breasts. A little more horseplay and we settled back down.

After another ten minutes I decided to get out of the water -- the prune effect was happening. Debby got out also and I had an opportunity to check out the shorts as well. They clung to her legs, ass and crotch area almost as much as the tee shirt clung to her tits. No panties: I was right. And obviously not much hair, if any, on her pussy either, altho I couldn't be sure. While she dried her head with the towel I got her I looked carefully but couldn't quite make out what was there. The Prune effect was over: I was fully engorged and then some -- hadn't been this hard in ages. While she wasn't watching (I thought) I rearranged myself for more comfort. Debby had that sly grin on her face again, but didn't say anything.

We sat, drank a last beer each, and around 9:30 Debby got up to go home (with the towel as I had promised). Standing next to each other, she grabs me, gives me a hug and a "sisters" kiss on the lips (no tongue) and heads home. I hadn't put my shirt back on yet so as she hugged me I could feel her wet tits with the nipples poking out through her wet, thin tee-shirt as our chests made contact. Wow. Palm time again tonight, and I wasn't talking about an electronic gadget, either.

Later, having relieved the tension and gotten in bed, my wife calls. We chat about household stuff, the kids (my 12-year old son had pulled one of his usual stupid stunts) and so forth. Then she blew my mind with her question: "Is Debby helping take care of you?"

(What the fuckin' hell??) "Well, she's been over and we fixed some burgers together tonight." I answered. "She was telling me about how Tom (the lawyer I'd sent her to) is doing on her case." (Linda used to work as a paralegal in a domestic relations practice, so she'd been helping Debby and her lawyer assemble stuff).

"Sounds great" Linda said. "But hey, I'm going to be gone for three weeks, so I told her to make sure you were taken care of. Honey, rather her than you finding some strange thing . . . ".

I couldn't believe it!! "Darling. I'm not going to do anything!!" (Unless I get the chance!)

"I know you don't intend to, dear, but the time is too much for you to be without. I've told Debby it's OK, and you've got my permission, too."

Holy shit!!. There's a Lord in Heaven after all. Controlling the trembling excitement in my voice, I say - in as serious a loving husband tone I can muster, "Honey, really, I . . . can't . . . I mean, I shouldn't . . . "

"Dave, don't worry. I love you, and Debby is my best friend, and she needs you. Don't push it, but don't refuse it." There was a squawk in the background. "Oops! The kids need me; gotta go. Love you."

"Love you" I said, with more emphasis than in other phone conversations. What was this Debby 'needs me' stuff? And Linda authorized Debby to 'take care of me'. Maybe that explains her swim attire this evening. This has some interesting possibilities. Damn! The 'tension' is back, and nothing 'stimulating' on cable. Oh well, there's always the VCR movies. . .

I finally got to sleep, fitfully. Woke up, fed the dog and put it outside, went to work. Managed to keep my mind on work and didn't think about Debby much. And if you believe that, I've gotta bridge for sale. . .

I left the office late. It was fully dark when I got home, and no moon. I walked into the kitchen, stripped, grabbed a towel, a beer, and went skinny dipping. I decided not to turn on the pool light since the house light was just enough for me to see my way. After floating away the day's hassles, and relaxing for twenty minutes or so, I heard a voice with a giggle in it.

"Hi Dave! I thought I saw you get home". DAMN! It was Debby. Between the noise of the pool pump and my relaxed state, I didn't hear her come thru the gate. "I see I should have yelled like you said the other night, but I thought you were kidding. 'Course, it's too dark for me to see much!"

Well, what the hell. Linda's call last night came back to mind. May as well see what happens. "Yeah. Nothing on, no elastic bands or ties, is really comfortable." And then in a joking voice (but not intent), "You wouldn't wanna join me, wouldja?" The answer almost made me mess in the pool.

At this she started to pull off her tee-shirt. No bra. "You know, I just might. Can I get a beer, first??"

I've never been stingy when an attractive woman is stripping. "No Problem. Help Yourself!"

At that, Debby went to the fridge, opened the door to get a beer, and the fridge light came on. Another view of those C's, dangling and swaying as she bent to get her beer. And I just realized I didn't have a suit to conceal the biological effect of blood rushing to stiffen things up. Not that my suit last night helped. I swam over to the side of the pool nearest the fridge to get the beer I'd left there, and took a good gulp. Debby chugged about half of hers and set it down near mine, those lovely tits swinging just thirty inches from the tongue hanging out of my mouth. Facing away from me Debby kicked her shoes off, and then pushed down her shorts -- no panties, either -- bending over to take them off. I'm normally a tit man: asses are nice but to me tits are the most attractive container for milk ever invented. Her ass, however, was really nice and worth a look. She turns, runs to the pool and leaps over me into the water. I catch a quick glimpse of her pussy lips passing inches from my nose.

Debby lands with a splash, goes under, and comes back up a foot or so away from me. She puts her arms on the edge of the pool next to where I am. "Hey, skinny dipping is neat. Thanks for the suggestion!" I'm holding as close to the pool wall as I can to conceal the raging hard-on I had, but said hard-on kept dropping down pushing me away from the wall. I was constantly (and discretely I thought) pushing it back up to lie against my belly. Anyhow, Debby and I talk casually about various things, and then she says that she had a conference with her lawyer, asshole's lawyer and asshole himself. She was really upset and pissed about it; I was sympathetic. Debby talked about how her first lawyer had screwed things up and some of what she should have received was lost. All of a sudden Debby tears up and starts crying. I'm next to her, and put my arm around her shoulders in a 'brotherly' fashion. That did it.

Next thing I know, Debby has both her arms around me and is bawling into my shoulder. I put both my arms around her to hold and comfort her. Bare skin against bare skin. Hairy chest against tits. And ole' faithful's down there, now sticking straight ahead between her legs and damn near out of control.

After a few minutes she calms down and regains her composure. But she doesn't push away from me, she looks at me with a loving/lustful look. "Sorry 'bout that, but thanks; I'd been fretting on that on and off all day, and lost control. You're a great listener and friend." With that she moved her head forward and curled my toes with a hell of a kiss that no 'sister' would consider. While we kissed, she squeezed my dick between her thighs, and I thought I'd lose it.

Suddenly she pushes away and goes under water, surfacing a few feet away. "Just wanted to get the tears and stuff off my face" she said as she came back to me. "Where was I? Oh yeah", put her arms back around me and started in on an even better kiss. This time she spread her legs and straddled one of mine. I could feel her pussy lips on my thigh, and she rubbed herself up and down on it. Of course, the contact of her belly with my dick was seriously affecting my thinking.

The kissing went on for several minutes, with breaks for air, so to speak. Then I felt her hand leave my shoulder, rub my chest as it moved down over my belly to my cock. She gently wrapped her hand around it and stroked me. Somebody pinch my left ball to see if I'm awake and not dreaming! Damn. Refusing this invitation is no longer part of my nature.

"I saw how aroused you've gotten around me the past day or so, and that I can do that is really exciting for me. Let's move to the pool steps and sit." So we went to the pool steps, and she sat me down and then facing me, sat on my knees with her legs spread on each side of me. Her tits were in my face, and I couldn't resist leaning forward two inches and sucking a nipple into my mouth. Debby groaned loudly. "Oh yes!! Kiss and suck them!! Hard!!

I spent the next fifteen minutes worshiping her tits with my mouth and tongue. I'd lick the tender area under the tits, then move up between them in the cleavage area, then over the top to the side, down, across to the other one, then to a nipple and suck and nibble, and around again. The whole time Debby was moaning and writhing on my lap. I had my hands on her ass holding her close and fondling it. All of a sudden she stiffened up and a short, high pitched squeak came out of her mouth. After 30 seconds she collapsed against me like a wet noodle.

"God. Never has anyone treated my tits so great! That's the first Tit Suck orgasm I've ever had! Where'd you learn that?"

"Can't say where I learned it, if anywhere. Your tits are just so delectable and you're so responsive, I only did what I sensed you liked. Glad you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it! I'd like to patent it, bottle it, and do a Mary Kay thing with it. Hope you don't mind doing that again some time, and again after that!"

"A gentleman always tries to please a lady, m'aam" I drawled, giving her a hug and mashing her tits against my chest. "I've got some other pleasures for you if you want!"

"I feel one of them down here" she said again grabbing my cock. "Irving (the ex) never cared, and other guys might accidentally get me off. You did more just with your mouth on my tits."

"Sit on the edge of the pool, and I'll show you more mouth music." You would have thought Ed McMahon' s prize patrol rang her doorbell she moved so quickly. I casually moved over, spread her knees, and took a careful look at her cunt while kissing the insides of her thighs. Debby groaned and squirmed while I did that, and I wasn't even close to the promised land. Heck, I'll see how many times I can bring her off; payback will certainly be worth it!

I dipped my hand into the pool to get it wet, and while still kissing, ran my fingers up and down her outer lips. Debby's groaning and squirming intensified. I stayed out of the inner area for several minutes, and kept the kisses to the thighs. I then started brushing the inner lips and Debby convulsed in orgasm. I stopped for a while, crawled out of the pool and lay down next to her and kissed her tenderly. She just reached out and hugged me.

Ten minutes later, Debby was getting frisky again, so I slid back into the water and between her knees. I did the thigh kissing for a short minute or two, then moved closer to her cunt. Most of it was shaved, there was a little tuft over the top (which is why I was confused when all I had to go by was the wet shorts). I licked around the outer lips, then to the inner lips. Debby put both hands on her tits and rubbed the nipples, pinched the nipples, and generally adding to her pleasure. She squealed -- getting louder the more I did -- and grabbed my head and pushed it to her clit. I pushed my tongue as far into her glory hole as I could and wiggled it around, and then pulled back and flicked it back and forth over the clit nub. During this process she stiffened and let loose several times. Her wetness was raising the water level in the pool!!

Finally after another fifteen minutes she pushed me away. "Enough. At least for tonight."

(Tonight??)

"But it's your turn. Let's go inside where there aren't as many bugs."

I hadn't noticed it, but there were some bugs getting past the zapper, and they were annoying. So I got up and reached for the towel but she beat me to it. Still naked, she turned to me and started to dry me off. She paid special attention to my damn near blue cock and balls. How I held off plunging into her and pounding away I don't know. But, as I thought, payback would be sweet.

Kneeling on my deck, me standing there, she took my cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue around the end several times, and sucked it as far into her throat as she could. I blew like a fire hose, and she gulped it down while groaning and fingering her own cunt.

Both dry (enough) we went in to the bedroom. Debby pushed me backwards onto the bed, I scooted back, and she crawled over me and hovered, tits dangling and swaying in front of my face. I grabbed her back and pulled a sweet tit into my mouth. "MMMMMM" she said, then sat up after a few moments of this pleasure. "Since you like my tits so much, let me do something else with them" she said as she moved down the bed and wrapped the tits around my cock. She fucked her tits over my cock and two minutes later I blew another load all over them. She scooped it up into her mouth, moaning some more.

52 years old and two massive cums in less than fifteen minutes. Damn! I couldn't believe it! Debby sucked me into her mouth and -- to my utter amazement -- I hardened up again.

"NOW for the grand finale" Debby said. "You've been so great for me tonight, third cum's the charm!" She put her cunt over me and slowly, gradually, agonizingly slowly lowered herself on me and me into her. It probably only took 45 seconds, but it felt like several minutes for the trip down. And was she wet!!!

Debby leaned forward again and I reached for the tits, causing her to moan more. She rode up and down on me, and with two of my cums already in her belly, I lasted. Slowly we built up, feeling more and more pleasure and giving more and more pleasure. Finally we both yelled out, stiffened, came, and passed out on my bed until the alarm went off in the morning.

Debby and I had other episodes together; maybe I'll write about them some day. But one evening was unforgettable.

We'd spent three days (all right, 'nights') really pleasing each other. I then had to go visit the outlaws where Linda and the kids were vacationing (and met a really neat Real Estate Agent on the way!) Debby had to go out of town, also, leaving about when I got back. So a little more than a week had passed since we were last together and it was the next Saturday when I saw her again.

One of the "Honeydews" (that's Southern US talk for 'honey, do this. . . honey, do that. . . ') on my list to do during my vacation at home was to clean and repair the grill. We've got one of those ubiquitous propane gas grills -- we had this model for about three years, and neglected maintenance on it for most of that time. It needed some heavy duty cleaning and replacement of parts. So on Saturday I got up, dressed, breakfast, coffee, etc -- you know the drill. Then I cleaned the pool and got it good and sparkling. Finally I tackled the grill. The cast iron grill surface was still serviceable, although I spent about 20 minutes with a wire brush getting the slag and gunk off it. The lava rocks were history: more like ashes. I also needed a new burner and things.

Off to X-Mart where I picked up some ceramic blocks, a new burner, and one or two other things to make the grill better. I also got some beer (nah, don't even think that I bought the lite horse piss my wife likes) and saw some fantastic Angus T-bone steaks on sale in the meat department. What the heck; for the price per pound I bought four, thinking I could freeze them. Little did I think only one would need to be saved.

When I pulled into the driveway, I saw Debby had returned and was getting stuff out of her car. With her was a brunette, about 5 foot 10, fairly slender, but with some industrial strength tits on her. They had to be D cups if they were anywhere in the common alphabet. Her ass was shapely, and she appeared to be ten years or so younger than Debby's 43 years.

"Hi, Dave. How've ya been??" hollered Debby, "This is my friend Joanne who's staying here this week."

('Oh, shucks. Another dry week coming up' I thought, incorrectly) "Hi yourself, Debby. Enjoy your trip?"

"Sure did. Wish you had been able to come along"

('Wish I'd been able to cum along, also' I thought.) "Yeah, I'd have been glad to, but work called first"

"Whatcha get at X-Mart?"

"I needed some stuff for the grill. Also found a great buy on some Angus T-bone Steaks. Want some?"

"Sounds yummy. I haven't got much in my fridge; why don't Joanne and I fix a salad, and we cook out, and stuff?"

('and stuff?? Hmmm') "Sure. How does Joanne like her steak cooked and seasoned?" I already knew how Debby liked hers.

Joanne responded, talking for the first time, "I like 'em medium rare, with some spice and flavor. And I'm always interested in trying new things"

Debby then said "Make them the same way you did when I joined you and Linda. Joanne'll love that".

"OK" I said. "How about eating around 6:00; we can have drinks earlier, 5:00 or so. Also, I could fix the Colonel's Mint Juleps"

"I''ve heard about your Mint Juleps -- we'd love to try them!" replied Debby, with Joanne nodding her head in agreement.

"See you in an hour, then"

I went in and took three of the steaks out to marinade. First, I sprinkled some Emeril's Essence (a spice recipe created by a star chef on that cable cooking network) on them and rubbed it in. Then I took some roasted garlic and rubbed about 1/2 teaspoon into each side of the steaks then I added a drop of lemon juice and a teaspoon of Worcestershire Sauce on each side. I then got a gallon freezer ziplock bag, put about a half cup of Merlot wine in it, then carefully put the steaks in and squeezed out most of the air. I massaged the steaks thru the bag, then set it on the counter to marinate while I finished fixing the grill.

I almost grabbed a beer, but remembering the Mint Juleps to come, I decided to drink some iced tea instead. Then I put the ceramic bricks into the grill, finished cleaning it, and lit it to make sure it worked. It did; all was ready.

An hour had passed, and on time Debby and Joanne came through the gate. Both had on short, loose, 'jogging' shorts and tee-shirts that were neither baggy nor tight, but simply comfortable and fitting. Joanne had a bra on underneath; Debby didn't.

"Where're the Juleps?" asked Debby.

"I just finished the grill and was going to start. Joanne, you're the guest, have a seat in the kitchen and relax. Debby, why don't you go get some fresh mint from the garden -- about 10 sprigs will do." I replied. "I'll go get the bourbon from the bar and the ice from the deep freeze."

Joanne sat down, Debby went to get the mint, and I went to get the stuff I needed. In addition to the bourbon and ice, I got the aluminum tumblers, ice tea "sippin" spoons (these are silver-plated spoons with a hollow tube for a handle; I'd gotten them from my dad's estate when he passed away four years ago).

We met up again in the kitchen and I began to make the Mint Juleps in the fashion I had learned from "The Colonel". My Dad retired as an Army Colonel, a rank he earned during WWII after his participation in the Ardennes Forest Offensive (also known as the Battle of the Bulge). He was always referred to as "The Colonel" and you could say just that on the other side of the state and people knew who you were talking about. Growing up as the kid of a well known dad had its advantages and disadvantages. I learned early on that I'd best behave myself 'cause word always made it back to him. Now I realize that was an advantage.

I can still hear his booming voice, "Dave: the ingredients are the key. You've got to use bonded bourbon ('bottled in bond', a government thing that means the stuff is at least 100 proof) and it damn well better be from Kentucky. Second, use very cold ice -- ice that's been in the deep freeze for over a week so it knows it's job is to stay cold and it wants to! Third: pick your mint only when you're ready to make the Juleps -- over 10 minutes between picking and using and it begins to wilt and loses flavor."

Every time I made Mint Juleps, I could also hear my dad telling me, "just as important is the ceremony of making the Julep itself -- people enjoy them even more when they watch you make them and you make it into a ceremony". My dad was right about that. I remember a summer school geology course I took in Colorado. I had a high 'C' at the end of the summer when we had our end of school party. The professor was there, I made Mint Juleps for him, and the 'C' moved to an 'A'. Sex isn't the only way to get an A in a course!!

So I had my tumblers out along with the other ingredients, and Debby brought in the mint and gave it to me. "Ladies: here's how you make a gen-you-ine Mint Julep according to the Colonel's Famous Recipe. First, you take the very cold ice, and crush it in a canvas bag". I immediately took a lot of the ice and -- Linda used to work for a bank -- put it in a very clean bank money bag, and pounded it with a five pound hammer until the ice was nearly pulverized. "Then take a spoon -- your hand will warm the ice too much -- and fill each tumbler about 1/3 the way up. Once you've done that, add a heaping teaspoon of granulated sugar and about 5 mint leaves (you can leave them on the stem). Then put in another 1/3 tumbler of ice, then sugar and mint, and then ice to the top."

As I was instructing them, Joanne and Debby were spell-bound watching me do what I was saying. I cherish the things I did learn from my dad, and regret that I hadn't paid more attention to other things. "Once the tumblers are full, take an ordinary iced tea spoon (no hollow tube) and hold it upside down by the bowl of the spoon and jam it up and down in the tumbler. This crushes the ice against the mint and sugar, and gets all the flavor oils in the mint flowing, and everything mixing together. We do each tumbler about 30 seconds, or more. After that, take more ice and pack the tumbler firmly to the top." Debby and Joanne were rapt with attention. "Finally, take the bottled-in-bond Kentucky Bourbon and pour it in".

"Don't you measure the bourbon?" asked Joanne.

"Nah. Don't need to. As a practical matter, if you've done it right, the tumbler will take about 2 or at most 2 1/2 ounces of bourbon, which isn't that much".

"Right. 'Not that much', he says" Debby wryly comments as she elbows Joanne.

Having poured the bourbon in, the tumblers instantly frosted over with a layer of ice on the outside. The effect was worth it. "Hey!! Look at that on the sides" exclaimed Joanne.

"That's the first sign you've made the Mint Julep properly" I solemnly intoned, and continued "That means that it's well below freezing." I put a sprig of mint on the top of each drink as a garnish, put in the sippin' spoons, and handed each lovely lady her Mint Julep with a napkin underneath. "Hold it by the napkin so the frosted side isn't ruined by the heat of your fingers" I said as I took my drink and sipped it. Aaaahhh!. Definitely worth being included in the top ten of life's pleasures.

"Wow!! These have teeth!" said Debby. "If I have too much of this, I may do something wild!"

"Uh-Huh!!" agreed Joanne. "Me too."

"Depends on what y'all consider wild, ladies" I drawled. They grinned, and Debby giggled that wicked giggle I'd experienced before.

"How 'bout a kiss as wild?" Debby said.

"What's wild about that?" I asked as she stood up. To my surprise, it was wild: she kissed Joanne hard on the mouth, and the sensuousness of it got the blood (I think all three of ours) moving. ('What the hell!') "OK, that's getting there!" I gulped.

Debby grinned at me. "Betja didn't know I was Bi".

('I'll be a damned skunk sniffer') "Uh, um, nope; haven't seen any clues, especially not recently".

"Yep. Joanne and I are really close; she's Bi also."

"Cool" Was the only brilliant remark I could think of.

"Yeah. I don't do full lesbians: they get too possessive and want a monogamous relationship. Bi people -- by the nature of being Bi -- don't get anywhere near as possessive because sharing sex is so neat."

"I hadn't thought of it that way" (hell, hadn't thought of it at all!) "but it seems to make sense. Guess the two of you are gonna have a good evening."

"We've had a good couple of days" said Joanne. "Maybe we can put more variety in it tonight."

('What the fuck does she mean by that?') My head spun: was my number one fantasy going to get a chance? "Let me freshen your Juleps" I said, changing the subject before I went crazy. I went and got more ice, and fairly quickly pumped up their drinks. This time I didn't pack the ice as much, so they got another 2 1/2 or 3 ounces of Kentucky's best bonded bourbon. I figured a little extra bourbon wouldn't hurt anything, and might help. As it turned out, I probably didn't need it.

Why don't you ladies do the salad and set the table on the deck; I'll cook the steaks". We did just that. The grill -- newly renovated -- was hot and ready, and as the steaks hit the cast iron grate they sizzled and got those beautiful sear marks on them. The marinade was perfect, and the scent of the Merlot wine evaporating in the heat was wonderful.

"Smells great!" said Debby. "What's in that marinade?" I told her, and she said "Wow. I wouldn't have thought of that. Can't wait to try it!"

We all liked steaks medium rare, and they were soon ready, just as everything else was. I put the steaks on the plates, and we sat down to eat. I'll humbly admit -- hell no I won't, I'll brag about it! -- I'm a good cook. But these steaks were among the most tender, juicy and tasty I've had in a long time. Joanne and Debby agreed.

"Must be nice to have a neighbor like this!" said Joanne as she put another morsel of steak past her pretty lips.

"He has a lot of great qualities" Debby giggled.

"So I heard. I'd like to find out for myself."

('DAMN!!! Am I dreaming. This is too much! If I died right this minute and went to the gates of Heaven, St. Pete would push the down button 'cause you can't get in with this kind of shit-eating grin!)

I otherwise controlled myself and we finished dinner, cleaned up and put away the dishes. We continued to sit on the deck and talk -- and the girls had one more Julep each! -- for another 45 minutes, until Debby realized she hadn't been swimming for several days. I thought it was a good idea, especially since I had my swim trunks on, and did a 'cannonball' into the pool getting water on both my guests.

"Hey!!" said Joanne, laughing.

"Come on, let's join him" shouted Debby as she jumped in.

"I haven't got a suit on" said Joanne.

"Neither do I" said a wet-t-shirted Debby. "Trust me, Dave doesn't mind at all"

('Truer words were never spoken') I thought as I gazed at the now familiar tits belonging to Debby as her wet shirt clung to her breasts. I like C cups. I like B cups. I like D cups. Oh hell, I'm a breast man. Her nipples were excited again, and again you could have hung a towel on them they were so hard and stuck out so much. The bumps on her aureoles were Braille for "nibble here".

There was a splash behind me. I turned to see Joanne in the pool, and her version of the wet T-shirt. She had left her bra on, and it was a substantial model given Joanne's massive mammaries. The back of the bra was an inch and a half wide, and there were 3 hooks holding it closed. (In my youth I could undo a two-hook bra with a one handed twist; but I never mastered the 3 hook models). The front, where I was looking, had 'that damn underwire' as my wife called it, but the fabric above the wire was soft and thin. The effect was to hold them proudly in place. Joanne's nipples were reacting to the water also. And as long as blood was rushing places causing swelling, I definitely swelled up.

We swam and splashed each other, and got in a few hugs and feels. The sexuality in the air was getting nice and thick. After a while it got dark and we decided to get out. We sat on the loungers on the deck as we toweled off.

"Hell, I can't get dry with this shirt on" said Joanne.

"Me neither" said Debby, "I'm gonna take mine off" and followed that proclamation by that exact action. "Take yours off, Joanne!"

"What the heck. When in Rome, do as . . . " Joanne said as her shirt came off. Her boobs were much more visible with only one thin layer of wet cloth. The Braille on her aureoles looked like they said "Betcha you'd like to titti-fuck these babies!" which is exactly what I was wishing I could do.

There was a flash and rumble of thunder. Debby noticed it and said "Dave, let's go in your house. You have a garden tub, don't you?"

When Linda and I remodeled the house, she got a garden-sized tub that had plenty of room for two people. It also had water jets for a really relaxing experience. "Yeah, sure. Why? You wanna use it?"

"Absolutely! How about you, Joanne?"

"Sounds like a plan to me" was the reply, so we went into the house and to the master bath. I started the water running while the girls giggled and hugged each other. I looked up in time to see Joanne suck Debby's left nipple into her mouth.

I stepped over to them and put my arms around both. "Hey, this looks like fun" They then put one of their arms around me. Debby's lips sought mine and we kissed deeply for the first time that evening. Debby moaned as we kissed, in part from Joanne's mouth on her sensitive nipples. The tub was full enough, so I said "Let's get into the tub, ladies".

Joanne straightened up and looked at Debby and me. Debby immediately dropped her shorts -- no panties (again). Pussy lips shaven, except for that little tuft at the top. She looked as delicious as before, and I realized I was about to dine again.

"C'mon Joanne" said Debby, reaching for Joanne's shorts. "get naked!" With that, Debby kneeled and pulled Joanne's shorts down, revealing a thong covering her nether lips. Debby gave Joanne a kiss on the inner thigh and ran her tongue from halfway between the knee and crotch, up the inside, over the pussy area, on the skin just above the thong, then down the other side. Joanne visibly shook with the rapture of the act.

I reached behind Joanne and -- after some fumbling -- unhooked her bra (I told you that the three hook models gave me trouble). "No clothes in the tub, Joanne" I said, and then turned her to face me as I pulled the bra off her. While I did this, Debby grasped the thong and pulled it down.

"Damn, I'm glad to get that bra off" moaned Joanne, as Debby was planting more kisses between her legs. "I'd better sit in the tub or I'll fall down. But first, your swim shorts are now out of place." Debby was on one side, Joanne kneeled on the other, and they both pulled my swim shorts off. My cock -- that piece of granite sticking out from me -- bobbed in the air. Both girls immediately put their lips on it, and their tongues dueled around my cock.

"Who wants it, cause it's gonna be quick with all that attention!" I gasped. My hips made an involuntary jerking (pumping?) motion between the four lips surrounding it. Debby pulled back and pushed Joanne's head so her mouth had most of my cock in it.

"Joanne's turn" said Debby, and then reached up and tickled the base of my balls. That did it, and I exploded into Joanne's mouth. Joanne took it all, but then Debby grabbed her and kissed her fully. I could see the tongues moving back and forth, and finally Debby pulled back and said "Wow. Neat. That's the first time I shared cum with another woman." Joanne looked weak at her knees, (I certainly was!) so we got into the tub and arranged ourselves. I turned on the water jets and put in some peach scented bubble bath. Soon we were covered in bubbles and the scent of fresh peach was in the air.

In the tub I was in the middle with the women on each side. Debby and Joanne leaned across me and kissed again, their boobs rubbing against me. Then they kissed my stomach and began kissing upward toward my head. They paused at my nipples for a minute and -- as if reading each others mind, simultaneously continued up to my neck (ohhh, that's good!) and ears (yeah!). I looked over at Joanne and we kissed for the first time. Her lips were fantastically soft; she kept her mouth open and our tongues kissed and played with each other. The residual taste of my fluid gift made it more exciting. Debby nuzzled my ear and neck, then moved to Joanne's.

There wasn't any frantic fondling or groping (which I rarely like anyhow). It was just three of us, in the tub, gently caressing and kissing. I'd turn my attention to one of the women for a while, then the other, then they'd work on each other and I'd watch. My cock was aroused the whole time, but vacillated between hard wood and firm rubber. One time I was laying back and Debby was kissing me. My hands wandered over to her friend and hefted one of her tits, then lightly traced my fingers around it, pressing only firmly enough so it wouldn't tickle. It was soft, and as my hand got to the bottom I could feel it settle over my hand between it and her ribcage as I rubbed what was left of the underwire impression out. Joanne definitely could hold pencils there.

As Debby and I broke that kiss, Joanne raised up and repositioned herself so her tits were in my face. They were big beautiful; the aureole abut twice the size of Debby's silver dollar ones. Her nipples weren't as prominent as Debby's, but were definitely aroused. My lips latched around one of them, Debby got the other one, and Joanne made a purring sound. I traced my tongue around the aureole feeling each bump, then flicked the nipple back and forth and then sucked it gently into my mouth between my teeth. My hand went down between her legs and traced the outside of her lips -- she was fully shaved, and recently given how smooth it was -- and then moved delicately between them and traced the length of her slit. Joanne's purr turned to moans and her hips began moving involuntarily. Debby grabbed my hand and pushed it harder against Joanne, and we both increased the suction on the tits. Joanne stiffened and her moans turned vocal.

"Oh yes! YES! Don't stop! Here . .. now . . . " her breath was in pants " AaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!" and then she collapsed in our arms. We held her without moving for a minute or so until her breathing returned to normal.

"Sounds like a good start" I joked and Debby giggled. "How about you?" I said to her.

"Mmmmm" went Debby as she kissed me. Then Debby sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs towards me. I can take a hint, and started kissing and licking her leg at the left knee, moving slowly up. When I got to the top, I started again with the right leg, brushing my tongue over her clit as I went down to the right knee.

Reaching the top for the second time, I licked the skin between her lip and the top of her leg, licking down and wiggling my tongue. As I got near the bottom, I dipped my tongue between the lips, then up the other side. Debby was moaning and leaning back to push her pussy forward. Joanne had recovered and sat with Debby holding her and keeping her from falling backward, and gently rubbing her tits contributing to the sensory overload Debby was getting. I started to do the same trip again but Debby grabbed my head "Get IN there, Please!" she whined. So my tongue moved in at the bottom and lapped its way up and then down a few times, stopped at the entrance and I did a tongue fuck for a minute. Debby was shaking and moaning loudly.

"She's ready, Dave" said Joanne. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. Debby stiffened again and let loose a familiar high-pitched squeak. Half a minute later she relaxed her muscles and Joanne helped her slide back into the tub between us.

"God, Dave!! You're fantastic!! Every time we've gotten together these past two weeks, you've given me multiple orgasms, and each is better than the last one. How do you do it?"

"I just follow the signals your body gives me, and recognize subtle hints like you shoving my face into your crotch!"

We all laughed at that.

After another few minutes the water was getting cool. I turned off the jets to the tub and got three towels. Debby dried Joanne, kissing her all over as she did so. Joanne returned the favor. I dried myself and watched the two women with each other.

Naked and dry, we went into the bedroom and got onto our king-sized bed. I was on my back, in the middle. Debby and Joanne snuggled up against me and Debby had her head on my chest and was running her fingers up and down the underside of my penis in the manner she had learned I love. Joanne was giving me a major deep kiss as I had my left arm around her.

Debby then moved her head down to my cock and replaced her fingers with her tongue. Joanne rose up and put her marvelous boobs just above my face letting them swing in front of me. She slowly lowered herself and one tit went on one side of my face, the other to the other side. I stuck out my tongue and licked the cleavage area from bottom to top and back again. Joanne then began to move side to side, brushing her tits and nipples over my face and mouth.

Nothing was hurried. Lazy would be the better word for how we pleasured each other's bodies.

After a while I caught a nipple in my mouth and sucked it in gently. Debby put her lips around the head of my penis and tongued the hole at the tip. If this wasn't Heaven . . .

Joanne was watching Debby, and finally said "Hey, Deb! How about letting me get that gorgeous cock between my tits!" (Holy Shit!! A Titty Fuck!! Those tits!! I could die 20 years from now and have the go-to-hell grin still on my face when I see Pete!)

"Sure. But only if I get to lick his cum from those sweet tits" replied Debby.

Joanne flipped over on her back; I straddled her stomach and put my member between her luscious, soft mammary glands. She took her arms and crossed them over, right arm left tit, left on right, and pulled them together to make a tunnel. I held still for a minute just to savor the feeling. Then I began to stroke -- slowly -- back and forth. Joanne's head was propped up on a pillow and she was watching me. I felt Debby move behind me, and Joanne started to purr again. Glancing around, I saw Debby's tongue lapping at Joanne's cunt. This was awsome.

I kept it up for a few minutes, and Joanne would tuck her head down and kiss the head of my cock on the upstroke. That familiar ecstatic feeling began to simmer, then boil, then the rest of my body went stiff and I sprayed cum all over Joanne's tits. Exhausted, I fell over to the side.

Debby instantly moved up and began licking Joanne's tits, cleaning every drop I had left. Both were moaning, hugging, and really into each other. Once the cum was up, they swung around into a 69 position, laying on their sides, and lapped lazily at each other. I dozed off to the sound of lapping and moaning.

I woke up about two hours later and the ladies were dozing on either side of me. Debby was still facing the foot of the bed, and had an arm over my legs. Joanne had an arm over my chest, and was breathing the regular, slow breaths of a woman asleep. I watched them for a while, and gently disentangled myself to go pee. Finished, I rinsed my cock in case one of them wanted to play lollipop with it again. (Cleanliness is always a courtesy to your lovers) I carefully got back in bed between them and turned on my side toward Debby as her eyes flickered open and she grinned at me.

I grinned back and decided to repeat a good munching, so I put my hand on her ass and pulled her and my head together. Debby raised her upper leg and put it over my head to give me access to her. I gently ran my tongue through the small patch of fur she had left unshaved at the top. My fingers were lightly running up and down the outside, then the inside of her slit, then I slid my middle finger into her opening and curled it to hit her G-spot. Debby didn't just lay there; she leaned over and pulled my cock deeply into her mouth. My tongue moved down to her clit, and I played with it "butterfly" style, moving down to where my finger was and back while keeping up the G-massage. I enjoyed the juices in and coming from her, and she stopped working on my cock although she left it in her mouth. Debby moaned, sending vibrations deep into my balls. All of a sudden, she spit out my cock, stiffened, squeaked, and went limp. I eased up my grip and, still holding her and kissing above the now supersensitive part of her pussy, let her relax.

Joanne was still sleeping through this. Debby was not in a mood to go back to sleep, and made me get on my back again. My cock was stiff (I guess it got soft while I dozed, but I don't remember) and she got up, straddled me, and let herself down onto me guiding me into her with her hand. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, moved her legs straight back and lay there on top of me. Debby gyrated her hips slowly and continued to purr and moan as we kissed and felt our bodies rub together -- her nice tits on my hairy chest. Pleasures should be savored, not hurried. We savored, and savored, and savored some more.

While we were doing this, Joanne's eyes opened and she smiled. "I haven't had an evening this great in my life!" She leaned over and gently rubbed Debby's back and ass, and reached down to put a finger on my prick as it entered Debby. I turned to her and she kissed me, then kissed Debby. My mind -- which is prone to wander at the damnedest times -- recalled Debby's comment about bi people knowing how to share. Oh yes!!

Debby reached over and delicately fondled Joanne's tits drawing circles around the nipples, then almost tickling the sensitive area at the base of the breast. We may have been doing it slowly, but nevertheless we built up to the inevitable climax. Debby and I stiffened at the same time and I sent a load into her pussy. Debby rolled off me and Joanne swung around, moved down and began to her crotch with her tongue. I was in a glow, but Joanne's pussy was too much to resist, so I began to lick it and push my tongue into her. Debby then moved so she could lick me clean of our juices -- I was actually soft at this point!. Joanne stiffened in just a minute and I was rewarded with a flow of sweet nectar.

I remember Debby stiffening again, and then nothing as we passed out until the birds chirped and daylight came through the window.