I sat in the chair a long time listening to the waterfall and watching the big goldfish and koi swim around in the pool. I had a multitude of thoughts cluttering my young brain. I was concerned about the relationship that had started between Marie Stone and I. A married woman could pose a problem if her drunk-assed husband showed up. I hoped she would keep her divorce away from me, and the Islands Estates. Although, my afternoon with her and the girl from Atlantic Beach, in the filthy toilet room over at The Mill Top, will be one I'll never forget.
I remembered the three pairs of panties I had carried home. I got up and found them in my desk drawer, in my study, where I had stashed them so Louise wouldn't have anything to rag on me about. I examined each of them and decided women really did have all the luck. Silky panties just had to feel good on ya. Each of the panties was very different. The red pair that Marie had worn, were obviously expensive and just a wisp of sheer red silk. I could see the stain in the crotch where she had been leaking, before we went into the women's room. The blue panties that the blond girl had been wearing were much less daring and shiny satin. The black pair the bartender had on was a thong, and she too had been aroused. Just knowing what was going on in the bathroom had evidently caused her to juice her drawers as could be seen by the stains. I decided that I must be some kind of pervert. I was turned on by the panties and brought each pair up to my face and sniffed them. I sat there in the chair with a big hard-on.
It was late and I needed sleep, but I was wound up about all that was about to happen so I decided to have a nice dollop of Scotch and step out onto the patio for a few minutes. I slipped a pair of boxers over my woody and poured myself a shot over a few ice cubes and opened the door and walked out to the patio. I sat in a lawn chair and sipped on the cold Scotch.
"Trouble sleeping, Lover?" It was the sweet southern drawl of Helen Blossom.
"Lots to think about," I said as she pulled a chair over and sat down close to me.
"Your sisters are coming tomorrow, I hear," she mentioned. "I can't wait to see Dianne."
"You just can't wait for her to get in your britches," I chuckled.
"You either," she countered.
"It'll be fresh ground for me. She and Camille have both warned me they're on a quest for my body. I hope I don't disappoint them," I said.
"Listen, Chum," she said as she put her hand on my arm, "you've never disappointed anyone you've ever had sex with, that I know of, so don't worry about your own sisters."
"Its just all kinda weird. I've been screwing so many different, beautiful ladies lately. The idea of fucking my own sisters is still a little far fetched. But, everything has been a little strange around here the last month or so," I continued.
I told her about the wild session I had yesterday in St. Augustine. I also told her how excited I had become when I was examining the panties.
She giggled, and said, "I think that would be a normal reaction, if you were thinking about what was happening when you got them. It would probably turn me on too. I'll bet you smelled them while you were looking at them too, didn't you?"
"Geez, Helen, give me a break," I whined.
"Well, didn't you?" she persisted.
"Yes, I smelled them," I finally admitted, "and it made my dick hard. Are you happy now?"
She slipped her fingers up the leg of my baggy shorts and wrapped them around my rigid cock. She gently stroked me. "Drop your drawers, Cool, so I can get at you," she breathed.
I pulled my shorts off and sat back down in the chair. While I was doing that, Helen had slipped her panties down her legs and over her feet and she handed them to me. "Here, for your collection. You can smell them while I jack you off. I want you to shoot your cum into them and when it dries, you'll always be able to remember us sitting here in the middle of the night."
She leaned close to me and began to hand fuck me. She put one hand under my balls and massaged them as she manipulated my erection, with the other. I scooted out to the edge of the chair and leaned my head back and relaxed as she slowly pumped me up. This was very erotic.
"You like this?" she asked.
"Oh God yes, I like this," I whispered.
"Then tell me you like it."
"Helen, I like it. I love the feel of your hands on me," I groaned.
"Did you smell my panties?" she asked.
I raised them to my face and they were soaked with her juices. She had drenched them while we had been talking. I inhaled her aroma and I could feel my dick get even harder. "You smell wonderful, Baby, absolutely wonderful."
Her hand was flying now. I could feel my eruption building and I said, "I'm getting close, Baby."
"Give me the panties," she said.
I handed them to her and she wrapped them around my pulsing hard-on and continued to jerk me off. Having just deposited a huge load of sperm in Louise's ass I didn't think I'd have much left. But, when the floodgates opened, was I ever surprised. I shot wad after wad of milky white cum into Helen's panties. So much that it saturated the thin fabric and coated her hands and drooled between her fingers and dropped down onto the patio.
"My God, Cool, look at all the jizz. I've never seen so much juice," she exclaimed.
"It's only been a couple of hours since I fucked Louise," I stated, "I can't believe it either. I told you I was all worked up."
Helen handed me the dripping, white satin panties, "These'll be nice and crusty when they dry," she said and licked my secretions off her fingers and hand. I laid the panties on the patio, next to the chair, and went into the house to get a towel. I grabbed two beers and went back outside. Helen had a cigarette burning. I handed her the towel and sat down.
"Thanks, Helen," I said, "I needed that."
"I thought you might enjoy that," she replied.
We sat in silence for a few minutes while she finished her smoke. I asked, "Are you and Karen coming to dinner, after graduation, Thursday night?"
"Word is, it's more than just dinner," she said. "I hear it's a dress-up for sex party, with you for desert."
"Sounds like fun, don't it?" I asked.
"It'll be interesting if nothing else. Louise says it's going to be a full blown orgy," she giggled. From what I can gather, it's about three to one, women over men. Think you boys can handle all that much pussy?"
"I'm willing to give it a shot. It might kill me, but what a way to go," I answered, "right?"
