The Proposition
written by:
Aardvark1979

"Hey Cathy, do you think my arse look big in this?"

"Your arse looks fine. But look at the price tag, Kayla. It's $600."

"But I look so hot in this thing! Look at my tits."

I glanced at the CCTV monitor. It was linked to the hidden cameras I had installed in the dressing rooms of the boutique designer below. On the screen, two gorgeous teenage girls in skimpy dresses were comparing their bodies.

One, a sultry brunette, was posing in front of the mirror. Her hands were on her hips as she turned about, checking how the fabric fell over her trim, athletic body. She was wearing a sheer, strapless pink dress that displayed her full breasts and long, shapely legs to perfection. The hemline was short, almost ten centimetres above the knee. The shiny, silky material almost sighed over the delicate curves of her hips and arse and bust. She undid her ponytail and swept her long, wavy hair across her beautiful shoulders. She bent down to fiddle with the hem line. My eyes nearly popped out when I saw that plunging cleavage. One delightfully disobedient breast threatened to slip out, but she straightened just in time. She turned to her friend.

"You know what, Cathy? I really, really like it. It's so fancy and sexy. It's like something Paris Hilton would wear. All the guys in school would flip out if I went to the formal in this."

The other girl sat with her hands in her lap, as she waited on the bench beside the mirror. I was mesmerised by her heart-shaped face and her green eyes. She had the kind of wholesome, girl-next-door looks that make grown men wish they were teenagers again. She shook her head gently as she disagreed.

"Kayla, I don't know what we're doing here. These dresses are way above our budget. We should just go back to that other place."

Kayla gave an exasperated sigh as she dragged Cathy up to the mirror.

"Just look at yourself, Cathy! You're gorgeous in that dress!"

I had to agree. Cathy was wearing a more modest dress, with less of the vertigo-induced skin exposure that Kayla favoured, but she was still a knock out. The A-line dress was navy blue and reached just above her knees. The halter-top strap tied around her delicate neck and left her shoulders bare. Her medium sized breasts were nestled snugly in the bodice. Cathy's hands grazed lightly against the fabric as she turned, looking at the way the dress accentuated her long, slender limbs and willowy figure.

"Yeah, it does look pretty good, hey Kayla?" Cathy murmured. "I'd love to wear this to the formal. But there's no way mum could afford this."

Kayla glanced nervously at the changing room door and leant forward conspiratorially.

"Yeah, I know Cathy. But a girl can dream, right?" Kayla swished around. "Damn, I look hot in this thing! Come on; take a few pictures and then we can leave."

Kayla proceeded to strike a series of poses that would have made a penthouse pet proud.

****

"I'm worried about you, Pip. Mother's worried about you. Every time I visit her, we always talk about how you never want to have a real career, or get married and have kids. It's not healthy, Pip. You're twenty seven; it's time to grow up and settle down. You can't stay a public aid lawyer for the rest of your life. And if you don't think about getting married soon, all the nice girls will be taken."

Estella paused as she sipped her latte. Kristy smirked by her shoulder. My sister was taking her daughter out gown shopping for her school formal, and they had decided to have lunch with me as a "treat". I bit my tongue as she pontificated. I loved Estella, I really did, but sometimes it was a bit hard to take. She wasn't really my sister, of course. Her mother, Mrs. Haversham, had adopted me after my parents had died and raised me with Estella. When we were growing up, she had always taken the role of the big sister seriously, and now, it was worse.

My eyes flicked across the path as a group of giggly schoolgirls passed. My lips parted as I saw those tight, shapely behinds wriggling in their sprayed-on jeans.

Estella's eyes narrowed as she watched me. "Pip, please pay attention. You've got to stop these schoolgirl fantasies. It's unnatural and weird."

Kristy interjected. "Yeah, Uncle Pippy. It's bad enough that I've got a lecher as an uncle. I can't even invite you to my birthday parties in case you embarrass one of my friends." She giggled.

I blushed. Kristy had been such a sweet girl as a kid. It's strange what puberty and knowledge of a trust fund can do to a person's character.

"Anyway, I was wondering if I could use the beach house for a couple of weekends," Estella asked. "I just need some time to get away from him."

It was strange how Estella could espouse the benefits of marriage one second, and then ask me to help her take a break from her own marriage. Their marriage had been on the rocks for years, and Estella only put up with him because she didn't want to risk offending her mother and losing that inheritance. I agreed.

****

After lunch, I wandered downstairs to the boutique. I had acquired the store recently, simply because the run-down, dilapidated appearance was attracting all kind of hoodlums to the street. It needed major renovations, but I managed to rent it out to Barbara Wilson, a local designer, on the proviso that I helped with the overhaul. I had felt a bit guilty when I installed the hidden cameras, but my conscience had soon been assuaged as groups of teenage girls wandered in to try on school formal dresses.

Barb eyed me carefully as I walked through the door. Her store was a dark confined space, with rows of dresses crammed on the racks that lined the walls. I ambled over to the counter, and saw the discarded dresses that had been tried on this morning. I ran my fingers over the material, picturing Kayla's nubile young flesh.

"Morning Barb, how's business today?" I asked cheerfully.

"Oh, it's not too bad, Aardvark," Barb hedged, "it's the high school formal season." She eyed me warily. She knew me well enough by now that I never popped in just for a chat. "So what did you want, anyway? I'm pretty busy now, and I don't have time for a social visit."

"Yeah, I won't hold you for long. It's about, um, my niece, Kristy. You remember her, don't you? Well, a friend of hers came in the other day, and Kristy was curious to see which dress her friend tried on. They wouldn't want to wear the same thing right? Would you mind if I took a look through your registry?"

Barb had a disapproving look on her face as she slid the book over the counter. She eyeballed me as I flipped through the pages. Barb knew there was a reason I charged her such a low rent, and why I had insisted on renovating the store myself. But she also knew on which side her bread was buttered - there was no way the business was viable without my help. I found the girls' names and jotted down their phone numbers.

****

In hindsight, it still seems like madness.

It had started off as a case of innocent (if criminal) ogling, but now, I had a pair of phone numbers in my hands and the image of Kayla's school formal dress burnt on the back of my eyelids. I had watched numerous schoolgirls in various states of undress through those cameras, but for some reason, it was different with Kayla and Cathy. As I played and replayed their tape, I began to realise that merely watching them wasn't going to be enough. I needed to be with them, to feel the shape of their firm, young bodies under my hands.

I mulled over the next step. It seemed impossible. How does a twenty seven year old pervert proposition a couple of nubile teenage goddesses?

My mind went through all the possible approaches, all the combinations and permutations. Every plot seemed so stupid that I wanted to bang my head in frustration. In the end, I realised the reason it seemed so stupid because it was so stupid. There was no way two normal schoolgirls would consent to what I had in mind. Not for a couple of dresses, at any rate. I wanted to forget it, but the images of Kayla and Cathy kept nagging me.

After a couple of weeks of deliberation, I knew that I had to come clean with them. There was nothing left to it but to lay my cards on the table. I decided to give them a spurious phone call, pretending to be one of Barb's associates. I asked them to meet me at my office to discuss the dresses. Cathy was sceptical at the start and hung up before I could finish. Kayla, although a trifle wary, seemed more promising. Surprisingly, they both rang up a few days later and asked to meet. I think they both knew what I was going to ask them; they were just hoping it was something else.

They waited at reception while I paced around in my office. My palms were sweaty and my breath smelt like mouldy cheese. I ran through the speech in my mind and took occasional peeks through the shutters. Finally, I opened the door and motioned them in. The girls sat perched on the edge of the couch. Cathy was clearly apprehensive. Her fingers clutched her handbag on her lap, her legs together, prim and proper. She huddled close to Kayla, as if looking for her protection. For my part, I kept losing my train of thought when I looked at Kayla. She wore a micro mini that barely covered her crotch. Her breasts looked like they would burst out of her spaghetti strap top at any moment. Kayla kept glancing at my rapidly bulging pants, and smirked.

"Um, so anyway," I stammered, "I talked to Barb the other day, and she mentioned you two in passing. She said it was so sad that you couldn't buy those dresses, and it got me thinking. I mean, a formal is a really important time in a girl's life; I know, my niece's been going on about it the whole year. And Barb told me how sweet you two were, and how it's a shame because those dresses were almost designed to fit you. And it got me thinking that, maybe, I could buy those dresses for you."

I paused, not sure whether to continue. Both girls looked up at me. Kayla's eyebrows were raised, in expectation of what was coming next.

"Yeah, I'm not an altruist. I've got a proposition that might offend you, but please just give it some thought before you reject it. You see, I'll buy those dresses for you in exchange for spending a weekend with the two of you. Now, I wouldn't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with, we can negotiate beforehand about boundaries, but obviously it would involve sex."

Cathy visibly stiffened as the words left my mouth - instant rejection. I appealed to Kayla, who was inscrutable as I spoke. "Barb told me how much you loved that dress. And I know that the formal is a very important part of your final year." I paused. "Maybe you should have a moment alone to discuss it. It's quite sudden, and I'm sure you'll need time to process it all."

I turned on the intercom as I walked out. I hurried to a conference room to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"...I don't know, Kayla. It's kind of sick, you know, to be putting out just for a formal dress. We don't have to do this, you know. There were some pretty nice ones in op-shop we went to last week. I quite liked that teal one, I've been thinking about buying it."

"So why is it that you've still got a photo of that dress stuck on your mirror? We're only eighteen once, Cathy, and it's our school formal. That dress was made for you. You look so hot in it; I bet Kristy would be spewing if you turned up in that thing. That stuck-up rich bitch wouldn't know what hit her."

"Yeah, it would be nice to get back at her before we finish school. But this Aardvark guy wants to go all the way. I don't think I'm willing to do that. I'm not as experienced as you, and it gives me the creeps. I've only done it with one guy before and look where that got me. What if, what if it's like that again?"

"I've been telling you for ages, Cathy, you've got to get over it. It's not healthy, brooding over him for all this time. It might be good for you, you know, going through with this. It's not like your heart's going to get broken. Just think of as a trial run, just something so you can get back into the saddle. You can do as much or as little as you want."

There was mumble of discontentment. Kayla continued.

"Did you look at his crotch, Cathy? The guy gets an erection just looking at us. I bet he's jerking off right now. We could negotiate, you know; he did say we would only do things we were comfortable with. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who would force us. What if you just gave him blowjobs and jerked him off? It's nothing you haven't done before, and I'm sure Aardvark would accept that. He's probably so desperate to get in our pants he'll accept anything. And look, if worse comes to worse, I can do the fucking for both of us."

"It's just seems so dirty. And it's just for a stupid dress. It's not worth it, honestly."

"Yeah I know it's not." I heard a wicked little giggle. "You know, I sort of want to do it just for the hell of it. It's dirty, but don't you think it's kind of sexy at the same time? It's like a sordid little secret. Cheer up, Cathy, it could be worse. He's not that old, and he's nice looking; at least he's not some sleazy old pervert like Kristen's dad. How gross was that when he tried to crack on to us? Aardvark's certainly no worse than the boys we hang around at school. I wouldn't mind having a bang at him. I bet he's rich, too. Did you see that Porsche outside? We could get him to take us somewhere nice, as well."

A big, stupid grin stretched across my face. I composed myself as I walked back into my office.

"We've two conditions Aardvark, and they're not negotiable." Kayla said "First thing is we want to be treated right. You've got to take us somewhere special. It's got to be somewhere nice with posh food and some classy booze. Not just some cheap motel."

I pretended to think about it, and tried not to smile. "I've got a beach house in Sorrento. I bought it for 1.5 million last year. It's new, has a swimming pool and it's right on the beach. Is that classy enough for you?"

Kayla squealed. "That's awesome! I've always wanted to go to Sorrento! My cousin spent a weekend there once and she said..." She paused and composed herself. "Anyway, the second thing is that Cathy doesn't want to have sex with you. So she's off limits. She'll agree to kissing, petting, fondling and she'll even go down on you, but nothing anal or vaginal."

"Okay, fair enough." I replied. "But $600 is a lot of money for foreplay and a blowjob. There's got to be something more to sweeten the deal." I was pushing it. My heart was in my mouth as I glanced from one to another, trying to read their faces. Fuck, I thought, I'd ruined it.

Kayla leant back. She spread her legs wide open and I nearly shot my load - no panties. Her bare, shaven pussy smiled evilly at me before Kayla recrossed her legs. She smiled sweetly. "You get to fuck me Aardvark; any hole you want, as often as you want, as hard as you want, over and over again. I'll make it worth your while."

****

I was pinching myself as I parked in front of the school gates. It was Friday afternoon, and school kids were ambling out of school and down the street. My heart was racing. I wiped my brow and tried to focus. Teenagers can smell fear. Part of me wanted to back out, but it was too late. If I lost my poise now, I was toast.

I closed my eyes and tried to think unsexy thoughts. But my mind kept drifting back to the present, and the very near future. I still couldn't believe this was happening. It was so surreal. Kayla and Cathy were going to spend the weekend with me at my holiday home. I was in my own little world. I started to get hard, just picturing the things we would do.

"Hello, Aardvark!"

The sharp rapping on my window snapped me out of my thoughts. I popped open the boot as the girls threw their bags in the back. Cathy climbed into the back seat and Kayla sat in front. I was kind of disappointed when I saw that they were in jeans and sweaters. They must have changed out of their school uniforms earlier on.

Kayla was effervescent and excited as I drove. I realised it was probably the first time they had snuck away for the weekend like this. Her mood was infectious, and I soon forgot about the awkwardness of our situation. It was just like a road trip. We chatted about everything. I told her about my job as a public aid lawyer, and about the money I inherited from my benefactor, Ms. Haversham. She was surprised to discover that my real name was Pip.

"Pip Aardvark?" she asked, incredulous. "You expect me to believe your name's Pip Aardvark? It's so...Dickensian, with a porno twist. You're not fucking with me?"

I blushed at her double entendre. Kayla clammed up as she realised what she'd said. I looked in the mirror. Cathy's face was bright red, and glued to the window.

"Why else do you think I just go by Aardvark?"

She burst out laughing. Kayla, like most teenage girls, could speak underwater, and soon I was informed about her two younger sisters, her dead-beat father, her dreams of backpacking around Europe after graduation... and everything else. I admit I tuned out after an hour, overwhelmed by her vivaciousness.

Cathy looked out the window and barely said a word.

We had dinner on the way, in a resort restaurant overlooking the coast. It was spring, and the weather had thawed to the point where we could brave dining al fresco. The salty spray that flicked from the waves below us drove us back inside. I ordered a little wine and surreptitiously slid some across to the girls. Cathy began to loosen up, a silly smile on her face as we chatted.

It was dusk by the time we reached my place. Cathy had become quieter and quieter as we approached Sorrento, and even Kayla became subdued. The thrill of the trip was ebbing with each passing kilometre, and I could see the apprehension creep over the girls' faces as they realised what they had agreed to trade away.

I pulled into the driveway.

The girls strolled around the front yard, leaving me to carry the luggage and the dresses. I had decided to bring them along, just for curiosity's sake. I opened the front door and gestured for them to go in.

"Wow..." they murmured in unison as they looked around. Everyone seems to get that reaction when they first enter the house. It wasn't large, but it was sleek and modern, and the open-plan design showed the pool overlooking the sea. The last traces of the sunset lingered on the horizon and filled the house with a filmy red light. The girls wandered into the lounge room, fingering the furniture.

I put down the luggage, and carefully hung the dress bags on the hanger. The girls settled on the couch and looked at me anxiously. I poured them both a couple of drinks and joined them.

"So, um, how are we going to do this?" Cathy blurted. She hugged herself and shivered.

"Well, how about you show me what these dresses look like on you first?" I replied. "I must admit, I am a bit curious to see what the fuss is all about." I handed them the dresses, and their eyes widened as they held them for the first time.

I gestured upstairs, and told them they could get changed in the spare bedroom. They looked anxiously at each other as I went to the master bedroom. I tried to calm myself, breathing slowly. What had I gotten myself in for?

There was a little knock on the door. I spun around, and saw a single, tanned leg wrapped against the frame. Kayla walked into the room like a high-priced call girl. She vamped it up with a kinky, high-stepping walk, wriggling her hips in an exaggerated manner. The sheer pink silk whispered over her skin. Her arse cheeks sighed under the skirt. She sauntered insolently over and twirled coquettishly, flashing her bare buttocks at me.

"Like what you see, Aardvark?" She was clearly enjoying her power over me. I ran my hands over the smooth, cool fabric, feeling the material between my finger and thumb. My hands began trembling as I reached down and stroked her thighs. I almost had a heart attack when I pushed up the skirt and saw her pussy. She winked. "Well, I couldn't see the point of it. I never wear them normally, and it's not like I'll be wearing them for long, anyway."

We kissed. Her lips caught against mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could taste her saliva as our tongues met, and it drove me mad. I grabbed the front of her dress and started kissing insistently. She broke off and knelt before me.

Her hands fumbled around my crotch, unbuckling and unzipping as my pants slide down my legs. I stepped out of them as she positioned herself in front of me. Her eyes widened as my dick pointed straight out at her.

"Wow, Aardie," she gasped, "I didn't realise they came in that size." She giggled. "Well, at least I won't have to worry about gagging."

"Have you done this with a lot of guys?" I asked. It was a stupid question, and I knew it as soon as I said it.

"A lady never tells," she smirked, "but I must admit, I do like it a lot. I do it every chance I get, as long as the guy is nice, and the dick is the right size." She placed both hands on my prick and started exploring the shape and texture, teasing the sensitive glans and jerking gently on the shaft.

"Make love, not war," she murmured. "Oh look! Are you already dribbling? You must be ready."

A little bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip of my cock. Kayla extended her tongue, and carefully licked it off my cock head. She grinned as she savoured the taste. Her tongue flicked out again and licked the underside of my prick, running all the way from the base to the tip. She broke off and licked her lips.

Her mouth opened as she leaned forward again. I could feel her tongue under my prick again as she swallowed the knob. Her lips pressed tightly around the circumference as she sucked gently. I groaned as her warm, slippery tongue slipped around my sensitive tip. She pushed further in, bobbing her head up and down as she took more of me into her mouth. She started mumbling as she chewed, her hands cradling my scrotum and the length of my shaft.

I placed my hands on her head, running my fingers through her thick, warm hair. It seemed so strange, watching this schoolgirl working over my dick. One hand was still on my shaft as she squeezed and pumped in time with her mouth. Her tongue pushed hard against my cock head. I groaned, my knees trembling, as she started to pick up the pace.

Kayla must have been telling the truth. Her expertise showed as she sucked and massaged my dick, focusing on the sensitive glands and the bit of foreskin covering my cock head. She was easily best I ever had. Kayla's mumbling grew into insistent moans as she started to really get into it.

My hands were on the side of her face as she paused. She looked up at me, a little smile forming at the corners of her mouth. She slid her mouth back, until she only had my cock head her mouth. She took a deep breath and started sucking. The pressure grew and grew. She was sucking very, very hard, and her hand started jacking my shaft. My whole prick felt numb in this frenzy of activity. I could feel the blood rushing from my head.

"I'm starting to cum, Kayla." I warned her, my voice ragged and hoarse.

Kayla's lips curled in anticipation as she intensified her actions. The force of her mouth had me groaning as she sucked and sucked, her face screwed up in concentration. Little mewling sounds escaped her mouth as she grappled with my dick. She started forcing more and more of me into her. I could feel my prick poking at the back of her throat. I felt the tingling, creeping sensation spread to my balls. Her head pushed down, right on top of me as she deep-throated me.

My trembling fingers held the back of her head as my balls tightened and I came. My whole body went rigid as I froze in pleasure. I groaned in relief as I emptied into her hot, hungry mouth. Kayla moaned as she swallow and sucked, frantically trying to drink it all down. Her cheeks puffed out as three great waves of cum poured into her, and some overflow inevitably leaked out the corner of her lips.

As I started to slow down, her hand wrapped around my shaft and started milking me. The stuff kept oozing out of my dick, even after it had gone soft and was deflating. Kayla started making little contented noises as she sucked me dry.

Eventually, the well ran dry. Kayla took my prick out of her mouth. She wiped her finger over the stray dribbles on her cheek and licked it clean. I collapsed on the bed, and she joined me.

"That was so nice," she smiled, "I love how it tastes."

I ran my hands over her body, admiring the curves of her waist and hips. I bent forward to kiss her, but she turned her head.

"Not yet, Aardie," she murmured, "Cathy's still waiting for you. I just wanted to get in to warm you up a bit." She stood up, and re-arranged her dishevelled dress. "Please be kind with Cathy when she walks out." she whispered as we hugged. "I told her I'll go out first to warm you up. She's really nervous, you know. She's never done this kind of thing before."

"And you have?" I burrowed my head in her shoulder and smelt the apple-scented aroma of her hair. I started nibbling on her earlobe. My hands glided down her exposed back, lingering over the straps and settled on the silk covering her luscious buttocks. She cooed as I pressed her against me.

"No, course not, but it was my idea, and I kind of like the attention. Cathy doesn't. She's pretty insecure about these things. Just be good to her, okay?"

****

I sat on the bed as Kayla went to get Cathy. Cathy was hesitant as she emerged. If anything, this made her more attractive. She smoothed the skirt and fiddled with the straps.

"So what do you think? Does it look okay?" Cathy spun around self-consciously. The hemline flittered higher, revealing her thighs. She grinned nervously.

"You look gorgeous, Cathy. Never could look anything but gorgeous." She was so adorably nervous. "Don't worry, Cathy. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We'll take it slow. You've got to remember, I'm pretty scared about this as well."

Cathy looked surprised.

"Yeah, well, I've never gone away with two gorgeous young women like you two before. I was always shy and awkward around the girls in high school. I've never met anyone as pretty as you, and it does make my really nervous."

She smiled, and walked over. She stood between my legs, her breasts at eye level. I could see her hands trembling as she fiddled with the bodice. My eyes hovered, marvelling at the flowing, beautiful material as it flooded her curves. I hardly believed it was my hands that reached out and stroked her, that felt the coolness of the material and the softness beneath. My gaze travelled down as I pictured her unattainable, inaccessible pussy beneath the silky curtain. I almost shot my load just thinking of it.

I reached out and untied the strap around Cathy's neck. The dress slipped off her body in one fluid motion. Cathy's hands went up automatically to cover her breasts and pussy. Hesitantly, she lowered her hands and afforded me a look at her privates. Her breasts seemed a bit smaller than Kayla's but were still large enough to fit comfortably in the palm of my hand. Her tiny nipples puckered out as she saw me watching. My eyes drifted down gradually, taking in the aching curves of her flat stomach, narrow waist and flared hips. A thin, fuzzy line of hair covered her pussy lips.

Cathy shivered and hugged herself.

"You're gorgeous, Cathy." I whispered. "There's no need to be embarrassed about your body."

Cathy bent down and put her hands around my neck. I could feel her fingers shaking on my skin. She lowered her face to mine, her eyes half-closed. Her lower lip quivered as she brushed it against mine. I pushed her soft lips apart with mine and pushed my tongue into her. She returned my kiss, nervously at first, and then with greater assurance.

She flinched as I put my hands on her sides, but then smiled and shuffled close into my body. I put my arms around her and leant back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. Cathy giggled as we tumbled backwards.

My prick was pressing up against her stomach. Cathy rolled on her side and looked down. Her hands crept across and fondled the bulge in my pants.

"My, you weren't lying about how much you liked me." Cathy observed.

"So where's Kayla?" I asked.

"She went downstairs. She said she wanted to check out the pool."

We lay on the bed and I started kissing her. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin with my lips, as I moved across her body. She moaned as I started kissing her breasts, licking and sucking until she started panting. I knelt between her parted legs and ran my hands down her sides. I placed my fingers against her inner thighs and stroked the soft skin. She sighed. I looked at her pussy lips. They were so inviting; lush with moisture, revealing her anticipation.

I reached down. My fingers grazed her pussy mound. Cathy wiggled her hips, a dreamy smile on her face.

"That feels nice, Aardie," Cathy murmured. "It's so ticklish down there."

My hand drifted across her skin, running circles around the slit. My fingers found her hooded clit and I push gently. Her eyes screwed up as soon as I applied pressure, and a deep, guttural moan came out of her throat. I started massaging the area, watching her slit pucker and close as my fingers danced across the surface. She started bucking and panting as my ministrations continued.

I stopped. She watched me hazily as I lowered my face to her pussy.

"No, Aardvark, what are you doing?" Cathy slurred.

"Trust me, Cathy." I said, as I tried to reassure her. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do, but you'll like this, I promise you. Just have a little faith."

I blew gently across her slit. She gasped as my breath tickled her sensitive skin. It felt like a dream when my lips touched her moist, fleshy lips, as my tongue pushed its way between her labial folds and tasted her juices. I pushed firmly along her slit, flicking up into her clit.

Cathy moaned with pleasure and giggled when I stopped.

"No, go on, please," Cathy pleaded, "I'm just a bit ticklish and it feels so weird."

I resumed, flicking my tongue across her slit, burrowing it every now and then into her hooded little clit. I became more adventurous and started pushing my tongue into her pussy. Her hips began rocking against me, pressing my tongue against her hole. She cooed as I ate her out.

"Oh, wow, wow, wow." Cathy panted, "Lick me, please, stick it in me, lick me please."

I pushed my face right into her pussy. My nose rubbed against her clit, filling my head with the rich aroma of her juices. My tongue pushing into her, in and out, in and out, until...

"Oh no, oh, oh, oh, stop it, please stop, stop!"

I could feel her close. There were muffled sounds coming from Cathy's throat as she tried to keep the impeding explosion restrained. Furiously, I placed my hands under her arse and lifted her up to my face. My tongue went crazy, lashing her as fast as I could. I could feel her giving in as her screams tore through the room.

"Oh yes, oh yes, it feel so good! That's it, oh yeah, yeah..."

I showed no mercy as I tongue-whipped her again and again, clinging on as her pelvis jerked and bumped my head. Her thighs clamped around my head, squeezing me tight against her. Suddenly, her quivering, trembling muscles went rigid. I felt her hands pushing on the back on my head, grinding me against her pussy as she came. Her hips humped against me, banging out a rapid tattoo as she surrendered to her lusts.

Suddenly, it went all quiet. Cathy's hands released my head, and her thighs relaxed. I shuffled over beside her.

"Wow," Cathy breathed heavily, her eyes still half-dazed. "I've never felt so good before. No wonder Kayla raves about it."

I moved up beside her, my semi-erect prick prodded her stomach.

"It feels so nice," Cathy said. "So warm and comfortable..."

I looked up. Cathy had fallen asleep. Her chest moved softly as she breathed, her breast rising gently as she breathed.

****

I lay on my elbow, watching Cathy sleep. Her face was so cute and innocent as she rested on the pillow. Her chest moved gently as she breathed, and the soft swell of her breasts was incredibly hypnotic. I bent over and kissed her, brushing my tongue across her lightly pressed lips. She tasted so sweet, and my prick ached for her.

I was deliberating whether to wake her, when I heard a faint splashing sound. Curious, I went to the balcony and looked out. The sky was inky black, and sound of sea below was soothing as it crashed on the unseen beach below. I looked at the garden. Someone had turned the lights on, and the spotlights in the pool shone through the water, infusing it with an ethereal radiance. A shadowy figure cut through the water, swimming lazy laps. I went down to join her.

I paused by the pool fence, and drank in the view. Kayla was in the middle of the pool, her limbs slow and graceful as she cut through the water. She was naked, and I stood there hypnotized at the sight of the water rippling around her breasts and hips and legs. Her body was dark against the glowing surface. As she reached the end of the pool, she looked up and saw me. I opened the gate, picking up Kayla's silk kimono as it fell, and walked to the edge of the pool. Kayla swam to the edge o f the pool.

"So how did Cathy go? Is she alright?"

"Yeah, I think she's fine. She's sleeping at the moment."

Kayla beamed, and I could see the relief on her face.

"What is it about her, Kayla?" I asked. "You've been so worried about Cathy, and I get the feeling it's more than just nerves. I'm right, aren't I? There's something else, isn't it?"

Kayla paused, and when she spoke, the words were slow and deliberate. "Don't tell her I let you know, but she's been freaking out about this trip since we accepted. She's only ever done it with one guy, and that didn't turn out well. It left her really apprehensive about sex and everything. I've been feeling really guilty about pushing her into this."

"Well, she was really nervous at first." I replied. "But I think she's okay now. I just realised you'd been missing for a while, and wanted to see if you needed anything."

She looked at my crotch, which was at eye level. Inexplicably, I was getting hard again.

"Gee, Aardvark, you're like the epitome of hospitality, aren't you? You're always thinking of your guests' well-being, making sure they come first." She smirked, as she kicked off the end and floated to the middle. "I could do with some company, if you don't mind."

I shucked off my clothes and plunged in after her. She was treading as I approached her. I swam over and kissed her. As I did, she wrapped her arms around mine torso and her legs around mine. We plunged to the bottom in seconds before she released me and I spluttered to the surface. She was still laughing when I recovered. She swam away as I made to grab her, and we spent the rest of the time chasing and splashing each other. I wrestled with her, feeling her long, willowy limbs cold against my body.

We swan out to the steps to rest. Kayla sat on one of the lower steps, her breasts floating on the surface. I glided over to float between her legs. I held my breath and sank below the surface. I ran my lips across her body as I plunged down. I reached her pussy and blew upon it. Her legs squirmed about as my bubbled ran up her body. She was giggling as I resurfaced.

"That reminds me of those swimming lessons as a kid, you know, when they used to get us to blow bubbles in the water." Kayla said, as she reached for my prick. She glided over and straddled me. "So was there something you wanted to do tonight, Aardvark?" She positioned herself above it at pushed. I groaned as her velvet clamp gripped my prick. It was so tight, so much pressure. I had been dreaming of this all week, and it was even better than what I expected.

She pushed up and down, varying her strokes as my prick probed every facet of her pussy. She started moaning as she moved in and out. My hands travelled down her sides, past her stomach until I reached the place where we joined. My fingers slid up into her clit and started rubbing. She came almost immediately, collapsing over me and shaking as waves of orgasms shuddered through her body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said, "I've wanted to do that all fucking day." As she recovered she started riding me again, pausing every now and then as another orgasm hit her. Her movements slowed, her thrusting waned into gentle rocking. I reached out and fondled her bouncing breasts, kissing and nursing them as she rode me.

It was like a wet dream come true. I felt that we could have stayed there forever, as we sat on the tiled steps; the splashing of the water around us, the steam rising from the surface, and faint rush of the ocean below. I could feel the goose bumps begin to settle on her skin, though, so we dried off and went back into the house.

Kayla wrapped her silk kimono around herself as I led her into the dining room. I fixed us a couple of drinks. Kayla eyed me as I walked back, a strange smirk on her lips.

"Isn't there a law against plying teenagers with alcohol, Aardvark?"

"No, as long as you're accompanied by a responsible, morally upright adult, it's fine." I said, with a perfectly straight face.

She giggled. Port snorted out of her nose. "Yeah, you've been showing me your "upright" side all day, Aardvark."

I sat beside her. I was suddenly aware of her breasts beneath her silk kimono, of that tight hot pussy hidden momentarily between her crossed legs. I was so awkward and strange, as if our roles were reversed, and I was the teenager and she was the adult. It was her presence, that nascent yet remarkably assured sexuality that oozed out of her. Kayla was the most self-possessed woman I'd ever met.

"You are the most amazing girl I've ever met." I confessed. It must have been the drink talking. "Where were you ten years ago, when I really needed you?" I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek. The chlorine clung on her skin, and I could still feel the lapping waves around my body.

"Oh, I was probably playing with my Barbies at home." She gave me a lopsided grin and sipped from her glass. "It wouldn't have done you much good to know me back then. I didn't realise it was more fun to play with Ken until I was much, much older." As we kissed, the alcohol from the back of her mouth burnt into my tongue. She licked her lips.

"I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am. You are simply, so unbelievably beautiful that, that..." I slurred. My head started to pound. It was only my second glass and I couldn't think straight. Everything about her made me wish I was seventeen again. Dimly, I saw her take off her robe. Absently, I saw those firm, toned thighs straddle me, her skin pressed against mine, her breasts rubbing my nose. A finger touched my lips.

"Don't look at me that way, Aardvark, I can't stand it." Kayla said, a wistful little smile dancing on her lips. "I'm just a slut, you know; just your everyday, garden variety slut. I wear short denim skirts and ugg boots. I drink and smoke and I skip school to get high. I ride in cars with boys. I'm the kind of girl who spends most of her lunch break pashing behind the shelter shed. Don't look at me like I'm some dreamy goddess. I'm not."

That cloying scent of chlorine and sex was filling my mind. I couldn't think straight. All I could see was that wonderful girl sitting on my lap. My hands reached out and groped her ripe, young breasts. My head dropped onto her shoulder as I started to kiss her neck.

"My sweet, lovely, beautiful girl, do you know how long I've been waiting for..."

Kayla pushed my head back and kissed me, her teeth tugging at my bottom lip as we broke off. She bent over and whispered in my ear. "Aardvark, I'll fuck you all weekend - that's the deal we made. I'll fuck you vaginally, orally, anally. I'll give you the greatest two days of your life. But please, don't say those things to me. I'm a slut, and I'm fine with it. It's me. I like sex. But when you say those other things, I... I just don't know how to act."

She placed her hands on my cheeks and lifted my head up. Something in her eyes cut through the fog as I realised she was serious.

"Okay, Kayla," I garbled, "you're my slut for the weekend, here, to, to fuck..."

That sad little smile slipped across her face again as her hands dropped down my body and found my prick. She guided it into her pussy. Little chills ran up my spine as my cock head slipped in between her pussy lips, and she sank slowly down my length. I groaned as her pussy clutched at the size of my dick from bottom to top. She was tight, as I suspected she would be, but loose enough that it felt comfortable. She whined as she rocked slightly, testing my size as I sat imbedded in her.

"It feels so nice, Aardie," she murmured, "I love it when it's a perfect fit like this."

She twisted her hips, screwing me further into her. I started moaning as she giggled. She put her hands around the back of my neck and started humping me in a slow, steady motion.

I put my hands on her flared hips and felt her side muscles tensing and relaxing as she moved. I could almost sense my prick churning in and out of that wonderful pussy of hers. The friction of her vaginal mouth was incredible, clamping and sucking around my dick as she moved in and out. She squeezed my prick, sucking and drawing me in and out of her. She began grinding me, pushing methodically in all directions as she strived to find the perfect angle.

My hands moved up her body, feeling the smooth, flawless skin of her sides before sliding up to her chest. Her breasts nestled comfortably in my hands as I started to play with them. Her nipples were swollen and tender, and she gasped as I licked them. I swallowed one mound, my tongue lashing the erect little nub as I sucked with all my strength. I felt her hands on the back of my head as she pushed me hard against her chest. The sweat and chlorine made my eyes water.

"Damn it, damn," she whispered, "That feels so good, Aardie."

My hands trailed down her body, feeling their way back down her soft, smooth stomach until they found her pussy. The wet heat from our genitals was amazing. My thumbs traced the faint fuzz around her pussy as they looked for that certain spot. I could feel my prick swelling against her abdomen as I pushed my thumbs against her clit. She cried out and collapsed against me. Her pussy muscles rippled around my cock as she came.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she panted, her body shaking. "Oh wow, it's so..."

Her eyes were glazed as she regained her breath. Then she started pushing against me, tentatively at first, then picking up speed. She arched her back, my prick rubbing right against the top of her pussy. She was banging into me now, grinding hard and firmly into me. Suddenly, she hunched over, her body shuddering as she came for the second time.

"Oh shit, shit," she whimpered. She stopped briefly, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding into her body. I held her trembling body in my arms as she started moving again. Her eyes were closed as she started to rock up and down weakly, stopping every now and then as another orgasm hit her.

I started taking control as she faltered. My hips pushed up to meet her, my prick shifting in direction and speed as I pushed up into her ripe young pussy. I picked up her shaking body in my arms and sat her on the table. I stood up and started to really hammer her, sawing my prick right up near her clit.

"Oh shit!" she screamed, as my hips jerked rapidly. I barely registered her legs wrapping around me, or my arms on the table beside her as I repeatedly rammed her. Her body squeaked against the glass-plate table. My nose was filled with the scent of chlorine and sweat and sex. I could still feel the lapping waves on my body as I screwed her senseless.

I was almost detached as I felt the chills rippling down my spine. I knew I was close. My balls began to tingle, and I could feel the semen bubbling through my prick, aching to be released.

"I'm cumming, Kayla." I panted. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"Shoot it in me, Aardie, shoot it in me," she groaned, "I'm on the pill, so there's no need to worry."

I picked up the pace, pounding like a jackhammer. She cried as another orgasm hit her. The rippling spasm of that ring of pussy muscles clamped on my prick, sending me over the edge. I groaned as I drove myself deep into her, pushing it as far into that convulsing mass of quivering flesh as I could. My dick felt numb as I started shooting chunks into her, flooding her pussy with my hot, sticky mess. Her pussy contracted along the length of my shaft, milking me dry as the last, pathetic droplets twitched out of my prick.

"Wow, it felt so great." Kayla said, as she caught her breath. "I've never cum like that before."

I withdrew and slumped back on the chair. Kayla got off her back and perched on the edge of the table. We were both panting hard. A thin ooze of semen leaked out of her pussy. I watched it as it dripped to the floor. I couldn't quite believe that that had been me inside her.

"So, um, do you want me to get a coaster?" Kayla smirked.

I looked at her dumbly. "Sorry?"

She glanced at me and realised I was in no condition to make rational thoughts at the moment. Kayla decided to take pity on me.

"Come on, Aardie," she smirked, as she hopped off the table. "Playtime's over. It's time for bed."

Kayla led me up to the bedroom. She slipped beside Cathy's sleeping body and pulled me over. I snuggled against Kayla's bronzed, sexy body. My hands started stroking her soft curves and swelling mounds. My legs intertwined with hers. My dick, strangely enough, started to stiffen up again, pushing against the small of her back. Kayla twisted around to face me. She took my hands and guided them over her breasts, sighing as I pinching the nipples.

Suddenly, she leaned over me and turned off the bed lamp light. Her hands took mine and firmly pulled them off her body.

"Night, Aardie." Kayla said. "We can play again tomorrow."

There was a light kiss on my lips. I felt Kayla squirm again, turning back to face Cathy.

I sighed, and tried to sleep. As I drifted off, a herd of naked Kaylas were jumping over the fence.