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I recognized Vanessa the moment I spotted her across the room.
Four summers had passed since I’d last seen her, but she was just as I remembered: long wavy hair, exotic good looks, slinky figure. My pulse ticked up a notch.
I was sitting at the bar with some buddies from the boat (I work on a commercial fishing trawler), and we were having a few beers to celebrate our first night ashore in two weeks. Vanessa sat in a booth with a man who looked like he knew how lucky he was. When Vanessa saw me, she broke into a bright smile of recognition and beckoned me over.
“Hey, Deanie!” she exclaimed, half-rising for a kiss and a hug. Her hair, fragrant and soft against my face, was the color of malt whiskey. “Join us, will you? Eddie,” she said, turning to her companion, “this is Dean — the one I told you about, remember?”
Eddie sat up a little straighter at that, and he looked at me with new interest. “Cool,” he said, shaking my hand.
Vanessa and I had a memorable but very short history; there was only one thing she could have told Eddie about. I glanced at Vanessa and knew at once that she was, right now, recalling our afternoon of wild debauchery. It was in the gleam in her blue eyes, and in the teasing smile that curled her pretty lips upward as she gazed at me. And she, in turn, had to know I was remembering the same thing — in vivid detail. It was a memory I treasured.
Vanessa and I went to high school together in a small town not far from where we were now getting reacquainted. She had seemed all grown up and worldly to me back then, a young woman completely out of my league.
About five years after high school, I came home to spend a week or two with family and friends. I was twenty-three and still not sure what to do with my life. One sweltering-hot day — the first day of summer, in fact — I decided to do my thinking down at the creek where I’d spent so many days with friends in my youth. The narrow trail through the trees was still there, though it seemed in disuse, the foliage crowding in and beginning to erase the signs of human passage. The tire swing still hung from its sturdy branch above the water, but it seemed old and forgotten, a relic of another time. Apparently, the neighborhood kids had found other ways to occupy themselves.
The air was hot and still. The trill of cicadas and the rustle of the creek were all that broke the silence. Feeling completely alone, I stripped to the buff and enjoyed a quiet skinny-dip in the deep waters beneath the tire swing. After a while I hauled myself out onto a flat rock and dozed in the sun.
A little while later, I became aware of voices nearby. I sat bolt upright and scanned the wild environment around me, but didn’t see anyone. The indistinct sounds continued — two people, both female, hidden in the bushes somewhere. I started to reach for my clothes when I heard one of the women say, clear as a bell: “Ooh, I like that.” A moan of ecstasy came next, followed by inspirational cries of encouragement.
What the hell? They were getting it on! The sounds of pleasure were unmistakable. My curiosity got the best of me, and I headed toward the sound to investigate.
I found them soon enough, and when I did, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. They were lying together on a sun-dappled picnic blanket, naked and locked in a sensual embrace. I’d gotten closer than I expected — the bush I was peering through was barely five feet from them — but they were so preoccupied with each other that they didn’t hear me approach. One of the women was a cute blonde with smallish perky breasts, a smoothly waxed pubic mound, and the ghost of a bikini on her otherwise deeply tanned skin. The other girl, a ravishing brunette, had no tan lines at all; her lithe, curvy body was the sun-kissed color of summer wheat. Her breasts were large and shapely, her thighs nicely muscled, her ass full and round. As I watched, the blonde lay back on the blanket and opened her knees wide for the brunette. The latter smiled wolfishly and turned briefly in my direction. That’s when I recognized Vanessa, the unattainable hottie from my past, now in her twenties. I watched with bated breath as she lowered her face between the legs of her companion, whose name, I would learn, was Shawn. The salacious sound of Vanessa’s tongue lapping away at Shawn’s cunt made my cock throb with excitement. I could see Vanessa’s arm moving, too, as she pumped her fingers in and out of her friend’s pussy. Shawn moaned and played with her boobs. My hand went to my rod, and it was all I could do to keep from moaning myself.
“Your tongue feels so good,” said Shawn, her voice choked with passion. “Your fingers, too.” Her breath came faster as she bucked her hips against Vanessa’s mouth. “The only thing missing is a nice fat cock — ”
Vanessa chuckled. “You’re in luck. I’ve got just the thing for you in my backpack.” She started crawling across the ground — directly toward me! Startled, I looked down and saw, maybe an inch from my left foot, a small pack. I hadn’t noticed it, but Vanessa was about to notice me. Naked me — I’d left my clothes back at the creek’s edge.
She grabbed the pack, saw my foot, and froze. Thankfully, she didn’t freak out or anything like that. Instead, her gaze traveled slowly up my legs, pausing when she got to my hard-on, then higher still, until her eyes met mine. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled sheepishly, and waited to see what she would do next.
“Well, well,” Vanessa said dryly, breaking into an amused smile of her own. “Hi, Dean. Long time no see.” She stood, reached through the branches and took hold of my erection. “I have no idea what you’re doing out here in your birthday suit, but your timing is perfect. Join us.”
Feeling a bit dazed by this turn of events, I followed Vanessa back to her friend, who sat up with a start. She made no attempt to cover herself, though, and the look in her eyes as she sized me up could only be described as encouraging. After a beat she turned to Vanessa and quipped, “It’s amazing what you can fit in that backpack of yours.”
“Shawn, this is Dean,” Vanessa said. “We went to high school together. He’s cool.”
Wow. I’d never known she thought of me that way. The things you learn about people when you’re standing around in the buff together!
She sat down on the blanket and pulled me down beside her. “I always thought you were cute, Dean.”
Shawn focused like a laser on my cock. She took it in her hand, stroked it, and then bent to lick it all over. “Mmm,” she said, “your dick tastes really good.” She started sucking on my rod like it was the most delectable ice pop ever made. Vanessa decided she wanted some, too. She crouched low and wrapped her lips around the base of my joint while she rolled my balls in her hand. Together, they blew me for several minutes, bringing me right to the brink. I wanted to stick around with them for a while, so I wasn’t disappointed when both women finally backed off. Thankfully, they weren’t finished with me — not by a long shot.
Shawn turned away on her hands and knees and wagged her cute bottom at me. “Put that dick to good use now, Dean,” she demanded. “I love it doggy-style.”
“Happy to be of service,” I replied, getting into position behind her. She dropped to her elbows and spread her knees farther apart, which brought her pussy lips into full view. She was dripping wet down there. I was about to slot my prick between those pretty petals when Vanessa did it for me, reaching in from the side to plant my spike in the target. “Yeah, baby,” she said as I eased forward, penetrating her friend. “Fuck her good. I wanna hear your balls slapping against her pussy.”
In almost no time at all we were hearing exactly that, mixed with the sound of Shawn’s excited yelps. Not wanting to be left out, Vanessa went around and presented her cunt for Shawn to snack on. Looking over Shawn’s shoulder, I saw that Vanessa’s pubes formed a tidy cinnamon-hued landing strip that stopped just above her plump pussy lips. A beam of sunlight fell right there, illuminating the sticky-wet evidence of Vanessa’s arousal with brilliant radiance. Shawn lowered her face and lapped her friend’s juices aggressively, taking her fill. Vanessa sighed with pleasure and ran her fingers through Shawn’s blonde tresses.
All this Sapphic action had me really worked up. I pounded Shawn hard, and she responded by rocking back at me with an enthusiasm equal to my own. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, too, which brought her to a feverish pitch in no time. It was Vanessa, though, who came first, grinding her pussy against Shawn’s hungry mouth and crying out her release in a profanity-laced outburst. She stared at me through the whole thing, her eyes half-closed and fiery with lust. Shawn climaxed a minute later, pitching back and forth between Vanessa and me as waves of pleasure rocked through her slender frame. I might have come then, too, but my companions decided to switch places, and my cock was given a brief reprieve. Vanessa had me lie back on the blanket so she could mount my pole and ride me to her heart’s content.
I could hardly believe my luck. I’d come out to the creek for a quiet afternoon of reflection and now I was having sex with not one but two gorgeous women — one of whom I’d fantasized about for years. Vanessa was bouncing up and down on my dick with wild abandon. Her breasts, so firm and buoyant, swayed only a little despite her vigorous antics. And Shawn, who was super cute herself, was now kneeling above my face, her fantastically smooth pussy centered squarely over my mouth. I wasn’t sure I’d believe it all in the morning.
I reached up and spread Shawn’s lips between my fingers. She quivered with anticipation as she awaited the touch of my tongue on her most sensitive spot. I didn’t make her wait. She was practically sitting on my chin, so it was easy to dart my tongue out and delve deep into the pink recesses of her vagina. “Oh yeah,” she breathed, quaking even more now. “Just like that, Dean, lick me just like that — ” When I zoned in on her clit, she seemed to lose the power of speech, but she could still grind her sex against my hard-working mouth, and that’s exactly what she did. I loved the taste of her juices and the feel of her vulva against my face, but I must admit I was a bit distracted by the heavenly grasp of Vanessa’s cunt as she gyrated atop my cock. Somehow I’d managed to hold off shooting my load all this time, but I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Shawn’s sudden cry of deliverance rent the warm summer air. She rubbed her clit furiously against my tongue and bathed the lower half of my face with her feminine fluids. When she finally climbed off me to sprawl, panting, on the blanket, Vanessa reared up ramrod straight on my prick and shouted, “I’m coming!” For nearly a minute her sexy body undulated in the late afternoon sunlight as she extracted every last second of pleasure from my root.
Before Vanessa had even come close to calming down, I felt a heady rush of my own. Gripping the sides of her ass, I lifted my hips off the blanket and fired my load deep into her pussy. When the violent spurts began to subside, Vanessa rolled off me and joined Shawn in finishing our tableau the way it had started — by licking my rod clean.
I left town a few days later, knowing I might never see Vanessa again. Now here she was, four years older and looking better than ever. She peered deep into my eyes as she said, “I told Eddie about that day by the creek.”
“Really.” I took a pull on my beer.
Eddie nodded. “Hot story, man.”
Vanessa finished her drink and extricated three maraschino cherries from the glass. “Everything’s better in threes, don’t you think?” She put the cherries between her sensual lips and sucked them off the stems, one at a time.
Eddie had a hopeful look on his face. I would have to be blind not to see where this was going, or where it could go, if I gave the green light. Talk about a no-brainer! From the moment I saw Vanessa across the bar, I’d wanted to make another memory with her. And now I saw that we would — this time with another man, rather than a woman.
I must have been grinning like I’d just won the lottery, because Vanessa laughed and Eddie said, “Come on back to our place for a nightcap.” They were already getting up to go. I said good-bye to my buddies and followed Vanessa and Eddie to their place.
The house Vanessa shared with Ed was modest, but it had a large, private backyard and a sparkling swimming pool. Ed went to the kitchen to make drinks while Vanessa showed me around out back. Beyond the wan glow of the patio light, the trees and shrubs at the edge of the property faded into darkness. Ironically, it was the same time of year — almost the same week, in fact — that Vanessa and I had hooked up before. The summer night was warm and very dark, with no big-city lights around to mar the starry sky.
Vanessa undressed with cool nonchalance and dove into the pool. Her long hair fanned out in the water as she swam gracefully to one end, then back to the other. Then the insouciant girl climbed out and strolled right up to me, water streaming off her amazing body. I stared and thought for the hundredth time that Vanessa, physically at least, was the real-life embodiment of the voluptuous super-heroines in comic books.
We started making out. Ed returned with three glasses, saw us going at it, and said, “I see the fun’s already started.” He put the drinks down on the patio table and came up behind Vanessa. She turned and started kissing him while I bent to kiss and suck her breasts. Eventually, Vanessa broke away from both of us and went to one of the chairs on the patio, beckoning for us to follow.
Ed and I shucked our clothes as fast as we could. Eddie seemed to know exactly what his girlfriend had in mind. He sat down in the chair, and Vanessa immediately knelt on the ground before him to gobble his stiff cock. I merely observed them for half a minute, content to watch Vanessa’s beautiful lips slide up and down Eddie’s thick tumescence. Vanessa didn’t want me standing idly by, however. She turned to me and said in a voice dripping with lust, “C’mon, Dean, eat me. I need to feel your tongue back here — ” She slid her hand along the curve of her ass until her fingers reached her pussy lips. She turned back to Eddie and lowered her mouth over his prick again, but she kept on working her fingers in her juicy-wet folds, making herself moan.
I didn’t waste another second. Dropping to my knees behind Vanessa, I placed my hands on the globes of her tush and pressed my face into her crack. She quivered excitedly as I darted my tongue into her pussy. Up and down her groove I licked, exploring all her nooks and crannies. Her yips and sighs of pleasure grew more vociferous with every passing moment. When I ran my tongue up along her perineum and swirled it around her anus, she responded with unabashed enthusiasm. “Ooh, that’s so good!” she cried, taking her mouth off Eddie’s tool for a second. “I love your tongue on my little hole, getting me ready.”
I could hardly wait to find out exactly what that meant. I had a pretty good idea, of course, so I lubed my pinky finger in Vanessa’s pussy and pushed it gently into her anus. That tight ring of muscle yielded willingly to my digit, so after a minute of pushing in and out, I replaced my pinky with my thumb. Vanessa responded with a long, breathy sigh of pleasure. I brought my fingers to bear on her clit, too, and the combined attack proved to be almost more than she could handle. Fortunately, Vanessa’s shrieks of delight were muffled by Eddie’s big cock in her mouth; otherwise she might have awakened the neighbors.
“You’re a naughty girl,” Eddie said, stroking Vanessa’s hair as her head bobbed in his lap. “You want Dean to fuck you, don’t you, baby? Are you ready for that? Do you want to feel his cock in you while you keep sucking me?”
“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed. Backing off his stiff cock, she added, “Oh, baby, I’m so horny I can’t stand it!”
“Here, you take the chair.” Eddie got up and went around to stand behind it. He definitely had a picture in his head of where this threesome should go next, and Vanessa was happy to follow his lead. She knelt in the chair facing him — or, more precisely, facing his hard-on as it bobbed directly in front of her face. This left her hindquarters thrust out invitingly toward me. I’d gotten to my feet by this time, so now all I had to do was step in close and slide my prick into her dripping pussy. Vanessa sighed happily and took Ed’s dick into her mouth once more. Several minutes of fucking and sucking followed as Vanessa blew Ed and I plowed her from behind. Gripping her silky haunches, I sawed deeply into the creamy depths of her sex, hard enough to elicit a grunt from Vanessa with every thrust. Meanwhile, Eddie jacked in and out of her mouth with increasing vigor until, with a shout of, “Here it comes, babe!” he relinquished his load. Vanessa never took her mouth off him; she just swallowed, mewled excitedly and swallowed again until he was completely tapped.
She and I continued our spirited fuck while Eddie slipped into the house for a moment. When he returned, he had something in his hand.
“Eddie,” cried Vanessa, “is that lube? I sure hope it is, because I need a hard cock in my bottom, right now.”
“I know,” Eddie said, grinning. He tossed me the bottle of lubricant and lay down on the grass, his cock long and stiff again. The man had amazing recovery powers. I released Vanessa, and she quickly straddled Eddie’s pole. As I watched, she sank downward and took his thick cock deep into her cunt. Working fast, I lubed up my rod and then knelt behind Vanessa to apply a dollop of the slick stuff to her tiny rear hole. She was softly rutting atop her man and looking back at me with impatient, lust-filled eyes. Holding her fleshy cheeks apart, I nudged the crown of my cock against her back hole and pushed inside.
“Oh, my God, oh my — fuck!” she cried, as the head of my cock disappeared into her anus. “Fuck yes, fuck my ass — ” her voice drifted off as I eased deeper into her tight, yet pliant, orifice. Vanessa sat up straighter on Eddie, taking my dick in her butt — and Eddie’s in her cunt — at a slightly different angle. Soon I was all the way in there, completely stuffed into her back channel. She grabbed her ass with one hand and reached back to me with the other, turning her head for a kiss. As I pressed my lips to hers, she responded with ferocious passion, twirling her tongue with mine and grinding her ass against my root. Then she faced forward and leaned low to lock lips with Eddie. I rammed smartly against her backside, driving my cock deep into her ass with the kind of spirited attack she craved. She rocked to and fro between Eddie and me, taking all we could dish out and returning our enthusiasm in kind. All the while she made animalistic sounds of sensual pleasure that hinted at how intense and satisfying this experience was for her. I looked down, wide-eyed at the sight of my dick seesawing in and out of Vanessa’s ass barely an inch from where Eddie’s prick flew in and out of her wet pussy. None of us could last much longer — and we didn’t.
Ed erupted first, growling like a wolf as his hips lifted off the grass and his cock filled Vanessa’s sex with his cream. Vanessa came unhinged a moment later, quaking like a leaf and bucking back against me as her ass milked my rod for its stockpile of semen. And then my own eruption came. I hooked my hands around Vanessa’s hips, thrust once more against the lissome globes of her rump, and let the first spurt fly. Eddie was still moaning and Vanessa was half-sobbing, half-laughing with joyous release when I pulled out of her snug bottom to squirt the rest of my cream all over her luscious ass.
When I left Vanessa and Eddie’s place the next morning, I had the feeling that my old classmate would lead me to more new adventures someday — and I could hardly wait for them to begin.
