Author's Note: This story can stand on its own, but the characters and plot will make more sense to you if you read the previous 2 stories, "Erotic Surprise in the Park", and "My Voyeur Love Returns", in that order. I probably should have given each story the same title, with chapter numbers after each, as so many Literotica writers do. But I didn't originally think this would be an ongoing tale. As it is, I have become very attached to Evie, Claire, Ron, and Victor. I'm sure I will have another sequel to this story soon.
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Chapter 1
I am standing against a chain link fence, my hands gripping the links so tightly they are turning white. My face is getting criss-cross marks pushing so hard against it. I am screaming, but no sound is actually coming out.
Inside the fence is an Olympic sized pool, with no water in it. Numerous sunbathers of both sexes are around the pool, in bathing suits and bikinis. A few are swimming and floating in the shallow end, on air since there is no water.
At the deep end, there is an Olympic Diving Platform. Standing at the edge of the highest level, 33 feet up, is Claire. She is naked, with her arms around her middle to try to hold in some warmth against the breeze. Her nipples are hard, and her legs have goose bumps.
Down below her, standing on the bottom of the deep end of the pool, is Victor. He is dressed in his preferred garb of dark suit, tie, and expensive slip-on shoes. The only odd thing is that from the front of his button fly, a 2 foot long stainless steel hardon protrudes, easily 8 inches in diameter, pointing slightly above horizontal. Below the penis is Victor's normal scrotum, which of course looks kind of silly against the massive cock.
"Claire," he calls up, "it's OK to jump. My cock will catch you. It's very strong."
"I'm terrified of heights," wails Claire. "I can barely look down without getting dizzy."
Sitting beside the pool opposite Victor is Evie, wearing a lovely skimpy yellow bikini. She gets a sour look on her face after Claire's outburst. She levitates into the air, sails over, and drops down next to Victor. She walks to the front of his cock and grabs the head.
She looks up and calls, "Claire, I'll stand here and hold the front end of Victor's penis so that there is no possibility that you can get hurt. Just jump, spread your legs, and land straddled on his hard pole. He is already lubed up with Astroglide, so you can slide back and forth until you orgasm. Whatever you do, don't make him come, as this monster produces enough semen to fill the pool. Now just do it."
Claire begins to cry. "I can't, I can't", she sobs.
I scream for her to turn around and go back down the ladder, but she can't hear me. Then I see a ghostly apparition of myself, walking up behind Claire.
"NO, NO," I cry, but too late. My hologram pushes Claire off the edge. She lets out a bloodcurdling scream and plummets...
My eyes shot open wide. I was on my back, disoriented. In a moment I realized it was a dream, a very bad one. I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself.
As I became more alert, I could hear the shower and a woman's voice singing softly. Ah, I thought, it's Claire, of course. I put the nightmare out of my mind, and looked at the clock on my right. 7:45 a.m. Despite the disturbing dream, I had had a good night's sleep. I turned back to face up at the ceiling. I glanced over to my left expecting to see rumpled bedclothes, and was surprised to see what appeared to be another body, deeply embedded under the covers, dead asleep, facing away from me, breathing slowly and quietly. What the hell?
Then I remembered. Both Claire and Evie had spent the night with me. I couldn't be sure which one was next to me, and which one was in the shower. But I knew that the time since we had met Tyler and Taylor had been erotically charged, and deeply satisfying. I closed my eyes, soothed by the water and the soft singing, and began my reverie.
Chapter 2
Yesterday was Friday. Following our frisky flashing frolic that morning, we knew we had plenty of time to get tested for STD's (we all knew we were clean) before visiting Swinging Rhythms next Thursday. So the four of us decided to go to the movies again that afternoon, as it had been so much fun the previous day. Evie had the mischievous idea of trying to find our friendly usher-with-a-flashlight again, and inviting him to join us. Claire loved the idea too, so of course Victor and I couldn't help but love it.
We arrived at the theatre and paid for a particular movie, knowing that we could walk into any movie once we had our tickets torn. We had a plan for finding our usher. When we got inside, we split up to check each of the 10 theatres. It took a few minutes, but Victor finally came upon him in theatre 3 (don't ask what the movie was, as we didn't know and didn't care), about to exit through the sloped hall adjacent to the theatre itself. Victor told him to stay where he was and met us back in the lobby. We all filed into 3.
We saw him against the wall as we entered. Evie went up to him and whispered softly, as the rest of us surrounded them and listened in.
"Hello, again. We're here for another movie. We really appreciated your gracious hospitality yesterday. We'd like you to join us in our seats so we can thank you personally. Would that be possible?"
Although surprised, the young man answered, "Of course. Your bold expression of friendliness had me hoping you would show up again. Thank you."
This kid was more poised and self-confident than one expects from someone so young.
"In fact, I'd like to begin thanking you right now.", said Evie, using her most sultry voice.
"Feel free to express your gratitude".
Evie reached out for the boy's crotch, held her hand there, and asked,
"How old are you?"
"I'm 20. Does that really matter?"
Evie didn't answer. She simply unzipped the fellow, and reached her hand inside. Her eyes went wide.
"Well, well. This is a penis of formidable proportions. What is your name?"
"Lance."
If Evie had been drinking Coke, she would have squirted it from her nose. It was all she could do to keep from laughing uproariously. I could almost see her mind spinning with thoughts of stiff Medieval weapons and devices she could use as penis metaphors.