Finale, part 1 of 2: Summer's End
The cool, beaded sweat on the outside of the beer bottle wet my palm as I raised it to my lips, squinting behind my sunglasses. I swallowed a refreshing gulp of the golden suds and let out a satisfied sigh. Summer was beginning to wane, but the late August afternoons remained with a lingering warmth.
I set my beer down on the small table next to my lounger and linked my fingers behind my head. The girls were spread out in front of me engaged in their various activities: Amy lying on a towel on the grass reading what looked like a textbook, wearing a long, white tee, Holly and Aysha floating in the pool supported by foam noodles, their bikini-clad breasts bobbing on the surface of the water, and Emma to my right, flipping through a magazine, her upper arm subtly jiggling her bust with every turn of the page.
It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon. Me and the girls had spent many days like this in the back yard of Carmen's palatial home: swimming, drinking, relaxing, and of course every manner of sexual activity. Today, however, there was a subtle tension in the air, like the green bikini string pulled taught between Emma's enormous breasts. In the lead-up to the girls' imminent departure to college, they had become irritable and catty. The question on everyone's mind remained unspoken: who would get to spend the last day with me?
There was only one weekend left before the girls were off to pursue their scholastic endeavours (not to mention their sexual endeavours, no doubt), and try as I might, I couldn't foresee a scenario with which all of the girls would be happy. I knew a decision had to be made which would potentially alienate all but one girl, and ran the risk of causing conflict between them. I had considered so many different options, but ultimately I knew I would have to choose; that or remove myself from the situation completely. And let's face it: the option of abstaining from possibly my last opportunity to be with one of these beautiful teenage girls was simply not an option. Although I was not above being selfish, at least I wasn't lying to myself.
While the other girls seemed distracted, Emma looked up from her magazine, took a quick glance at her friends, then spoke to me softly.
"Hey, um... what are you doing next weekend?"
I was opening my mouth to reply when she hastily pushed on.
"'Cause it's the last weekend before I go back to college and I'd love to spend it with you," she finished, lifting her oversize sunglasses to her head and looking at me pleadingly with her big brown eyes.
There it was. Decision time.
The truth was, Emma and I had become quite close over the summer. Since she was staying at Carmen's and not her mother's place, she had much more freedom than the other girls, and we had even had a few dates, going to see a film, having the occasional meal out, going for drives in the country, or trips to the beach. There was a silent acknowledgement that we were not exclusive, but we kept our sexual escapades limited to Emma's group of friends. The fact that the girls' mothers had also been involved somehow remained a fragile secret, likely due to the perceived backlash one might receive should it be discovered that they had had a threesome with me and their mum, even if-strictly speaking-nothing incestuous had occurred.
I cleared my throat and prepared to bite the bullet.
"Of course, I'd love to, Em," I said with a warm smile.
Her delighted grin eclipsed mine, then I saw her eyes flick to her friends, unable to conceal a silent gloat.
The decision was made. Now I just had to wait for the fallout. I wouldn't have to wait long.
I took another long swallow of the cool brew and caught movement from the pool through the amber bottom of the nearly empty bottle. Holly was emerging from the water like a goddess, her hair slicked back and water dripping off her sensuous curves like a Baroque fountain.
Her bikini was navy with white stripes, her round globes jiggling with her every stride. She smiled as she approached my lounger, kneeling between my legs and leaning over me, shaking her body to drip as much water down onto me as she could. Her breasts shook with her, nearly spilling out over her bikini cups. I jumped a little as the cool drops struck my sun-warmed skin.
"You trying to get me wet?" I asked, peering between her swaying tits.
"You've already done it to me," she replied cheekily as she reached to my stomach and pulled my swim trunks down, taking my soft cock in her cool, wet hand and looking at it curiously.
"No matter how many times I look at this thing it still gets me, like, so fuckin' horny," she admitted.
Her pretty hazel eyes remained fixed on my flaccid cock as she began to work her small hand up and down its length, giving it vitality with every slow, deliberate pump.
Emma watched me with mild interest, and Aysha had left the pool, tugging the cups of her white bikini to give her perky breasts even more lift, sitting in the lounger next to me, her elbows on her knees to get a close view of the action, biting her bottom lip. Amy ignored us, but I suspected her cheeks were aglow behind the textbook she was reading.
Pursing her full lips, Holly let a string of spit drool from her mouth onto the head of my cock, distributing it along my shaft with both her hands as if polishing the rung of a bannister. She admired her own handiwork, her nipples hardening under her bikini and poking out like pebbles. I reached down to ease the itch in my palms by filling them with Holly's generous bosom, but she released my cock and gripped my wrists, pushing them down to my sides against the lounger.
"Uh-uh, baby. Only one thing's gonna touch these titties," she chided huskily.
She moved her body closer to mine, her breasts just grazing my chest, then slid them down my firm abs, my cock dipping between them and under the string of her bikini, my glossy tip emerging from her cavernous cleavage.
"Oh! Peek-a-boo, Mr. Big!" she giggled.
Holly began moving her body up and down mine, stroking my cock between her melons, her head tipped back to watch me, her round ass in the air, her hands still on my wrists.
"Damn... I wish I could do that..." said Aysha sadly, pulling her bikini cups down and pushing her tits together, her head tipped down to examine her modest but not insignificant cleavage.
"You don't have to, like, lose his cock in your tits to make him feel good, Aysh. You know how much he loves it when you tease his tip with your hard nipples, or smack his big dick against them. I mean, even Amy's little tits can get him off," explained Holly in her infinite sexual wisdom.
I shrugged. "Size definitely isn't everything. I'm a tit man, what can I say?"
Amy huffed at Holly, dropping her book down, frowning, but Holly was too busy with me to notice her. Aysha began playing with her nipples as she watched, seeming pacified by Holly's and my assurances. My hard cock continued its return journey back and forth between the plush mountains of Holly's cleavage, the bikini string dragging under my shaft and tugging at her cups. On one particularly deep thrust, the string pulled up and over her round breasts, spilling them out onto my stomach.
"Oops! How did that happen?" she giggled again, bringing her hands up to toss her bikini top away and push her tits together, sandwiching my dick between them.
I raised my hands and put them behind my head as she moved her boobs up and down my column, firmly masturbating my phallus within their cushioned embrace. Aysha watched with great interest, but Emma still hardly paid attention, still lazily flipping the pages of her magazine. Eventually, Holly noticed this surprising lack of interest.
"Ok what's up, Em? Usually when we're playing with your boyfriend you get all like, jealous."
Emma's eyes flashed for a moment before she managed to subdue some internal spark of rage. She flipped another page of her magazine, a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips.
"It's fine. Go ahead. Fuck his brains out for all I care." Her voice was even, but had an underlying current of venom.
