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The rational part of my brain reminded me that we were sixty feet from a bed and all the comforts of home.

“Let’s go inside,” I finally managed.

“Okay. You’re right.” She climbed back to the passenger side and swung the door open.

We gathered our things and headed in. Halfway through the kitchen she

came to an abrupt halt.

“What is it?”

“Look.”

My parents and Susan were in the hot tub. The porch lights were off, but they were silhouetted by the light in the tub itself. One of the women sat on the side with her legs spread. The other was licking her pussy while my dad fucked her from behind.

Gina tensed with excitement. “Let’s watch.”

I set her bags in a kitchen chair and followed her into the living room. We watched through the blinds in the patio door.

“You remember doing this at camp?” she said.

“Mmm hmm.” I lifted her dress over her head. “Have to talk to whoever made this. It keeps coming off.”

“It’s had help.”

“Whatever.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rapidly stiffening manhood. Then I dragged my balls through the fly and let them hang free too.

Gina bent forward and braced herself on the doorframe. I stroked my cock and aimed it at the pale triangle of her ass. She moaned as I entered her and slid home.

“You remember doing this at camp?”

“God, yes.”

I held her waist and started thrusting.

My dad was doing the same outside.

I grinned to myself and matched his tempo.

He didn’t last long before he pulled out. The woman he was fucking turned and sank to her knees in front of him. The other woman slipped into the water and joined her. They took turns sucking his balls as he stroked his cock.

Gina moaned.

Outside, Dad threw back his head. The first woman captured his dick and swallowed. Then she passed it to the other woman, who finished him off. He stood panting as the ladies shared his come in a kiss.

I reached between Gina’s legs and played with her clit.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

“I know.”

“That’s right. I don’t… have to tell… you.”

“Did you have to tell Brock?”

She groaned and didn’t answer.

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she hissed. A moment later she let out a wordless cry.

I slammed into her and held still as her pussy convulsed around my cock.

My fingers went into overdrive on her clit. She cried out again as her pleasure peaked.

Her orgasm eventually subsided, and I ran my hands up her body and cupped her breasts. I kneaded them gently as she slowly recovered her breath.

“I don’t remember you making me come that quickly,” she said. “Or that hard.”

“I’ve had a little practice since then.”

“I’ll say.”

Out in the hot tub, my dad sank to a seat and watched the women kiss.

One of them started sucking the other’s nipples.

“Wanna join them?” Gina asked.

“I don’t think so.”

She looked over her shoulder at me.

“I want you to myself tonight.”

“And what, exactly, do you want to do to me?”

“All sorts of perverted things.”

She grinned.

“But first, I wanna get out of this suit and these shoes. My feet are killing me.”

“Oh, very perverted,” she teased. Then she gasped as I withdrew my cock. She turned and started to drop to her knees, but I caught her first.

“Hold that thought,” I said. “I’m serious about getting comfortable.”

“Oh. Okay.” She looked down at my hard-on.

“It can wait.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “You have grown up.”

“Lots.”

I returned to the kitchen and retrieved her things. My erection led the way like a thick pink divining rod. Gina followed me through the darkened house to my bedroom. I turned on the lights and closed the door.

“It looks different than I remember,” she said.

“Yeah. Like your elementary school when you go back as a teenager.”

She laughed. “Sort of.”

I untied my shoes and kicked them off. Then I scrunched my toes in the

carpeting. “God, that feels good.”

Gina watched with growing amusement.

“What?” I said at last.

“You. Your dick. You look so sexy with it sticking out like that. You sure you don’t want me to…?”

I wanted to get undressed first. But then I heard Susan’s voice in my head, A relationship is about compromise. I chuckled to myself when I realized the absurdity of the situation: a beautiful woman wanted to suck my dick, and the “compromise” was to let her.

I motioned her toward me and drew her into my arms. My hard-on bent against her stomach. She smiled and tilted her head up for a kiss. Our lips met, and she reached between us. Her hands found my shaft and began stroking. My hands found her nipples and began teasing.

We made out for a couple of minutes before she pulled back. Her eyes shone with excitement as she sank to her knees. She tasted pre-come and moaned deep in her throat.

I undressed while she sucked me. She bobbed away, unconcerned, until I finally stopped her so I could take off my boxers. I pulled them over my jutting erection and kicked them off. She recaptured my cock as soon as I righted myself.

She wanted that third load, all right. But I wanted to fuck her before I came again.

Time to compromise.