There’s a reason they call late July into August “the dog days of summer” in the mid-Atlantic. It tends to be the hottest stretch of the year, and the humidity makes the air oppressively heavy. This year was no exception. Temperatures in early August were in the mid- to high-nineties, and most days it felt like you could cut the air with a knife.
Mid-week, Garrett sent a group text suggesting a gathering on Saturday. Golf for the guys, pool for the ladies, and a cookout when the guys got back. Garrett had a large house on a few heavily wooded acres about thirty minutes north of the city. The house had a large swimming pool in the backyard and a full outdoor bar and kitchen. Garrett was in his late thirties, and he had made a small fortune selling a company he’d built from the ground up. To make his fortune, he had sacrificed his personal life. Despite being wealthy and attractive, he had never married and was currently single.
Kent replied to the text that he and Anne were in.
Saturday rolled around. The sun rose early, and the day started in the mid-eighties. Kent went for a run first thing, and Anne went to the gym. After his usual five-mile route, Kent was so sweaty that he looked like he’d gone for a swim. When he got home, he peeled out of his running clothes and took a cold shower. As he was getting dressed, he heard Anne walk into the house. She came upstairs and tossed her bag on the chair in the corner of their bedroom.
“How was your workout?” Kent asked casually.
“Good, babe,” she replied. “I need to take a shower and then we should head north.”
Kent watched as she took off her workout clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket in the corner of their room. Just watching her undress was enough to get his blood flowing. She turned to face him. She was around five foot eight and not more than one hundred and ten pounds. She had shoulder length brown hair and was well-tanned. She had small, perky breasts with nickel-sized nipples that pointed upwards, a flat stomach, and a completely waxed mound. She gave him a quick kiss. Kent watched her heart-shaped ass as she walked into the bathroom.
After she showered, she threw on a white bikini, and pulled on a pair of denim cutoffs. She threw a few things into a bag, and they got in the car and drove north.
“Are you sure about golf today,” she asked as they were getting close to Garrett’s place.
“I’ve survived worse,” he replied. “And I’ll stay hydrated.”
They pulled into Garrett’s driveway and drove the quarter mile up to his house.
Garrett waved as they parked. “Hey, guys,” he said. “Welcome. The girls are out back by the pool. Throw your clubs in my trunk, and we’ll head out.”
Anne gave Kent a quick kiss and headed into the house. The guys piled into Garrett’s SUV and headed to the country club. Ever the social butterfly, Anne spent the afternoon flirting with the other women and plying them with drinks, while staying reasonably sober herself. On the golf course, Kent and Garrett stayed hydrated, while the other two men drank more than they should have on a muggy August afternoon. When the guys got back to the house, Garrett asked who wanted to stay for a cookout. The two men begged off and took their wives and headed home.
“We can stick around for a drink or two,” Anne said as the two couples departed.
“Sure,” Kent said, “So long as I can shower. I feel disgusting.”
“Me, too,” Garrett said. “There’s a guest bathroom upstairs down the hallway. Let’s get cleaned up, and then we can hang out by the pool for a bit.”
“I’ll mix drinks while you two clean up,” Anne said. “What’ll you have?” she asked, knowing Kent’s answer to the question.
“Mix a couple of Manhattans,” Garrett said casually as he walked up the stairs.
Anne mixed cocktails for the guys. She couldn’t stand bourbon, so she downed a quick shot of tequila. She walked upstairs with a drink in each hand. She walked down the hallway to the guest bathroom first. She set one drink on the countertop and pulled back the shower curtain slightly to glance at Kent. He was around her height with a runner’s build. He’d been working out lately, so he had a little mass to his upper body.
“Hey, you,” she said. “Mixed you a cocktail and left it on the vanity. See you by the pool?”
“Thanks, babe,” he replied. He leaned towards her and gave her a quick kiss and playfully grabbed at one of her tits with his wet hand.
“Hey, you!” she said, playfully indignantly. “There’s plenty of time for that later!”
She pulled the shower Avrupa yakası travesti curtain shut and walked back down the hallway to the master bedroom. She poked her head in and surveyed the room. It was a large space with a pair of leather chairs by the window and an Alaskan king-sized mattress nestled into a dark mahogany four post bed. She noticed full-length mirrors strategically mounted on the walls to the left and the right of the bed.
She realized suddenly that she didn’t hear the shower running, and she was sure it had been when she walked into the room. A moment later, Garrett emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung over his shoulder, otherwise naked.
Anne eyed his body. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a gym-toned body. He was easily twice her weight. She couldn’t help herself and glanced down at his cock. It was semi-erect and growing harder in front of her eyes.
“Can I help you?” Garrett said with a smirk, which caused Anne’s eyes to snap up to meet his gaze.
“I brought you a drink,” Anne replied.
“I see,” Garrett answered as he crossed the room towards Anne. He glanced at the drink in her hand, then sized up the rest of her body. Anne suddenly felt very self-conscious and blushed. “No need to be bashful,” Garrett said. “I mean, you’re the one snooping around my bedroom.”
Anne giggled. “I wasn’t snooping.” She paused. “I kind of was. And I like what I see.”
Garrett was standing about a foot and a half away from Anne now. She felt his presence as he towered over her. She looked him in the eyes as she handed him his cocktail, then she looked down at his cock. Garrett was completely hard now, and Anne guessed he had two or three inches on Kent’s respectable seven incher. Atop the shaft was a perfect purple mushroom head. Garrett’s wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever seen – that belonged to a twenty-something black man Kent surprised her with last year – but it was easily in the top three.
“I mean, Garrett, that thing looks like it’s as big as my forearm,” she said with another giggle, as she reached down and wrapped her hand around it, jerking it slowly. “My guess is the girls love looking into those mirrors and watching you impale them…”. She trailed off.
“You noticed the mirrors, huh?” Garrett asked playfully as she continued to stroke.
“They’re strategically placed and hard to miss,” she replied with a grin.
Garrett smiled and took another step closer to her and reached down and cupped her ass in both of his hands.
“Hey, you!” she said playfully indignantly, just like she’d said to Kent minutes earlier. “There’s plenty of time for that later!” With that, she turned and walked out of the room. Garrett watched her go and hoped she was serious about the last thing she’d said.
On her way through the kitchen out to the pool, Anne stopped and poured herself another shot of tequila. Her mind was racing. She and Kent played with others – always with each other – and she was trying to think about how best to set this one up. She wasn’t sure if she should just go for broke or wait to see how the evening unfolded. She decided to take the latter path.
She walked out of the kitchen and into the backyard. It was early evening now and the sun was beginning its descent from the sky, but it was still hot. There was a little breeze, so the air wasn’t completely still. Garrett’s pool was relatively large, and he had invested heavily in making the space around the pool very comfortable. The patio furniture was high end, and outdoor kitchen and bar were, too. Anne could feel the tequila hitting her system, and she decided to perch on a barstool while she waited for the guys.
Kent made it to the pool first, which didn’t surprise Anne at all because she knew Garrett needed a few extra minutes to cool himself down. Kent was in shorts and a polo, and he had his drink in hand. He walked up to Anne and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back, pressing her tongue eagerly into his mouth.
As they broke off the kiss, Kent said: “There’s plenty of time for that later.”
Anne blushed even harder than she’d blushed in Garrett’s bedroom, simultaneously turned on and guilty for having used the same line with both men. She smiled at Kent and replied: “Sooner rather than later, maybe.”
Kent raised an eyebrow at her and suggested they grab a seat on one of the outdoor couches near the pool. They settled in next to each other and talked for a few minutes until Garrett arrived. He was in swim Avrupa yakası travestileri trunks and nothing else, and he had his drink in hand. Anne looked at his torso, but all she could think about was what was in his trunks. He sat down in a chair opposite the couch and the three of them made small talk while the guys nursed their drinks. Ever the social butterfly, Anne flirted with both men while they talked and looked for the right opportunity to steer the conversation towards what she wanted – namely, both of their cocks inside of her. The guys finished their first round without that opportunity presenting itself. Anne took their glasses, went inside, and mixed another round of Manhattans for the guys. She plied herself with a third shot of tequila.
About halfway through their second round, Garrett said: “Anyone want to go for a swim?”
Anne thought this was the moment she was waiting for.
Kent replied, “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“The neighbors can’t see the pool,” Garrett replied. “You don’t really need a bathing suit.”
Anne’s heart skipped a beat. This was it.
Kent let out a short laugh and replied, “No, I guess I don’t.” He stood up from the couch and stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the ground, and turned around to wink at Anne. She looked at him admiringly, knowing that he’d figured out the game. Kent walked towards the pool and jumped into the deep end.
“If you don’t,” Garrett said, “I don’t, either.” He stood up and slid out of his swim trunks. He glanced at Anne, whose eyes were fixated on his cock. He followed suit and jumped into the deep end. Anne looked at them, treading water and staring at her, and thought about her next move.
She stood up. Unlike the boys, she didn’t strip down. Instead, she began a slow walk around the pool. She could feel their eyes on her. She knew they were mentally undressing her, and that turned her on. Her pussy was already wet, so wet she thought it could accommodate Garrett’s forearm-sized cock without foreplay or lube. She continued her slow walk.
As she made it halfway around the pool, she untied her bikini top and let it drop to the ground. Both men were now fixated on her perky little tits. She continued her slow walk.
As she made it three quarters of the way around the pool, she turned so her back was to the guys. She wriggled her bikini bottoms down and bent at the waist, giving both men a clear shot of her pussy and asshole. She ran a finger between her pussy lips and slid it inside of herself. She stood back up and turned to face the guys and put her finger into her mouth, tasting her juices. She imagined they were both getting hard under the water. She continued her slow walk.
“Are you going to join us in the water?” Garrett asked as she finished her walk around the pool.
“I’m not,” she said as she got onto her knees and smiled at them. “Are you going to join me here?”
“Fuck yeah,” Kent replied.
Anne watched as both men hoisted themselves out of the pool and walked the short distance towards her. She couldn’t help but feel she’d done well. Both men were fit and well hung – in Garrett’s case, exceptionally well hung. Both men were already rock hard, which made her job that much easier.
She took one in each hand, looking up at the guys and maintaining good eye contact while stroking their cocks. She decided to take Garrett in her mouth first, mostly to see what she could do with his massive manhood. She swallowed about half of it before she felt like she might choke.
“She’s a good little cocksucker,” Garrett said to Kent conversationally while Anne’s head bobbed up and down on his shaft.
“That’s not all she’s good at,” Kent replied as Anne continued to blow his friend.
“She mixes a good cocktail and sucks a good cock,” Garrett replied. “What more does a guy need?”
Anne decided to take Garrett’s rhetorical question seriously. She pulled her head away and stood up so she was facing him.
“A tight pussy,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.
She guided Garrett to the outdoor couch and he sat down. He slid his hips down so his cock was pointing straight up, waiting for Anne’s wet cunt. Kent watched as she straddled him. She put one hand on his shoulder and reached down with her other hand to spread her labia. She inhaled deeply and lowered herself onto his mushroom head. She exhaled slowly as she slid down his shaft, inch-by-inch. She moaned as it pressed deeper inside of her, and she wriggled her hips and Travesti avrupa yakası thrust herself down to get the last couple of inches into her. Kent watched from behind, impressed that she managed to go balls deep on her first try.
Garrett was impressed, too. “You like that, Anne?” he asked.
“I do,” she murmured. “It’s so fucking big.”
With both hands now on his shoulder, Anne raised herself back up his shaft, leaving just the cockhead and the first inch inside of her. She turned her head and glanced at Kent.
“Do you like that, baby?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he answered as she began sliding up and down Garrett’s cock.
She didn’t go balls deep again, but she was taking most of it as she fucked him. She started slowly, then her hips started moving faster. Garrett wasn’t especially verbal, but Anne could tell he was having a good time. As she went faster, she started to cry out more. After a few minutes, Anne could feel his body tensing up, and she knew he was close. She slowed down very abruptly, and slid all the way down his shaft, taking him balls deep for the second time. She looked him in the eyes and smiled.
“Not yet, big boy,” she said as she planted her hands on his chest and raised herself off his cock.
She turned to face Kent, who had been slowly stroking while he watched his girl ride his friend. She walked to him and kissed him on the lips, deeply and passionately. She broke off the kiss and dropped to her knees. Looking up at him, she said: “I’ve been neglecting my favorite cock.” She ran her tongue up the back of his shaft and swallowed his shaft. She worked his member with her mouth for a few minutes while Garrett watched and stroked.
Kent reached down and lifted her up. “You’ve been neglecting our host,” he said loudly enough for Garrett to hear. He then dropped his voice so only Anne could hear it and said, “Move him to one of the barstools and start sucking his cock, and I’ll take you from behind.”
Anne nodded and gave Kent’s cock a quick tug before walking over to Garrett. She took his hands and pulled him up. Once he was standing, she took his cock in one hand and used it to guide him to a barstool. He sat, and she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and swallowed his cockhead. She turned her ass up, so Kent had a clear shot at her pussy. She felt Kent’s left hand on her hip and moaned softly as he pushed his cock into her. He slid all the way in quickly. Anne was worried Garrett’s tree trunk cock had stretched her, so she clenched her pussy as tightly around Kent’s cock as she could. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard and fast. Her moans and cries were muffled by Garrett’s cock which was pressed against the back of her throat. Kent drilled her as hard and as fast as he could until he felt his balls start to tighten, and then he slowed down and pulled out.
“Your turn, buddy,” he said to Garrett.
Anne thought about objecting to being passed around, but realized she liked it. She pulled her mouth up off Garrett’s cock and asked him: “Where do you want to do it?”
“The bar looks good to me,” he replied. Anne put her hands on the side of the bar and thrust her hips to present her pussy to Garrett. Like Kent before him, he grabbed one of her hips and used his other hand to guide himself into her. This time, there was nothing to muffle her cries. And unlike when she was riding Garrett’s shaft, she wasn’t in control. He was. And he was throwing a fuck into her hard.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmyfuckinggod, Garrett!” she cried out as he plowed her pussy hard, deep, and fast. “Fuckgarrettfuck! Thatthingissofuckingbig! Ohmyfuckinggodyessssss…”
Kent stroked as he watched Garrett fuck Anne like a rag doll. Garrett was in total control, and there wasn’t anything Anne could do but get fucked hard. She kept crying out, and he showed no signs of slowing down. He pounded her relentlessly until his balls betrayed him. He pulled out and spun Anne around, pushing her to her knees in front of him. She turned her face up to look at him while he stroked furiously. A moment later, he erupted onto her face with four thick shots of creamy white cum. Before she could start to suck his cock, she felt Kent’s hand turning her to face him. He was standing in front of her stroking as furiously as Garrett had been a moment earlier. He emptied his balls onto her face with an equally large and messy load. She reached up and started stroking them both, smiling at them, her face glazed with cum which was dripping off her chin and onto her body.
“That was… whew,” was all she could muster.
“That was just the beginning of the evening,” Kent replied. “Do you want to mix another round while Garrett orders a pizza and we all recharge a little bit?”
Anne couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a smirk as the three of them walked into the house together.
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