The Pool Party
By s19000
Chapter 3
(M/m, tg, exhib)
Gail glanced at her sixteen-year old son, who was
standing next to her on the pool deck. His stretchy
yellow girl's swim suit clearly outlined his stiff
penis.
"I think it's time you reported to Melodie, honey,"
she said. "Get along, now."
"Yes, mother." Timmie turned to the heavyset man with
the large cock who stood next to his mother. "It was
nice to meet you, Ron."
But Ron was staring across the pool deck at Melodie,
who lay on a lounge reading a magazine. Her white
bikini contrasted with her tanned fifteen-year old
body. Her streaked hair reached her shoulders, her
eyes were outlined in black, and her mouth glistened.
As she read, she opened and closed her legs, exposing
the white fabric between them. The two triangles of
her bikini top swelled out over her fifteen-year old
breasts.
Melodie looked up as Timmie approached. "Hi," she
said. "You look really good today. Very pussy."
Timmie sat down in a deck chair next to Melodie.
"Thank you."
Melodie nodded at the party guests who stood in groups
around the pool, drinking and talking. "I think some
of these people already want to fuck you. I'm not
surprised. That's a hot suit."
Timmie licked his pink lips. "I love it when people
want to fuck me."
Ron walked up and stood in front of them. His cock
strained against the fabric of his swim suit. He
looked Melodie up and down. Melodie let her knees drop
apart, showing him the thin layer of white fabric that
covered her fifteen-year old pussy.
"You're hot," said Ron.
"Yeah?" said Melodie.
"Yeah, and I need a fuck." The head of Ron's cock slid
below the leg of his swim trunks.
"You want to fuck?" asked Melodie.
"Yeah."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"You want to fuck me right here?"
"Yeah."
"You want these people to see you fuck me?"
"Yeah. I want them to watch you wriggle on my cock."
"My parents will see."
"You want them to. Besides, your mother sent me over
here. She thinks you're a hot little piece of ass with
a mind so nasty you've never admitted to it. She
thinks today's the day you should say out loud how
nasty you really are. She told me to fuck the truth
out of you."
"I'll fuck," said Melodie, watching the shaft of Ron's
cock slide out of his suit. "But only if you let
Timmie kiss your cock first."
Timmie gasped. His stiff penis jumped and began
leaking pre-cum. The pre-cum moistened his yellow suit
and made it transparent, so that the tip of his penis
showed through the damp fabric.
"Sure, why not?" said Ron. "I never mind a little
service from a faggot."
Melodie pulled Timmie forward, until his face was
close to Ron's cock. "You've wanted to do it for a
long time," she said. "Now's your chance."
"You mean the little faggot's never kissed a cock?"
said Ron.
"Never kissed one, never even touched one," said
Melodie. She turned to Timmie. "Don't do it yet. I'll
tell you when."
Timmie's face was inches away from Ron's crotch. The
shaft and head of Ron's cock rested against his hairy
leg, filling Timmie's vision. Timmie's lips parted,
and his nipples popped up and made little tents in the
top of his suit. His penis continued to leak,
spreading the wet spot on his suit. He stared at Ron's
cock and stopped thinking.
Melodie spoke in Timmie's ear. "In a minute a lot of
people will see you kiss that cock, and they'll know
for sure you're a pussy. They're looking already, and
they're going to see me tell you to do it. They'll
know I control your mouth. Does that excite you? Does
that make you stiff?"
"Oh yes," said Timmie. "That's what I want. I want you
to tell me what to do. My penis is so stiff. Please
tell me to kiss it." Timmie's lips were almost
touching Ron's cock. He felt the heat of it, and he
smelled it. But he had to wait, because his father had
put Melodie in charge of him.
"Mother's looking now," said Melodie. "She's going to
see what you do, and you know what? She'll never fuck
you, but she'll fuck your brother. You know that,
don't you? One day she'll let Frank climb on top of
her, shove his boycock in, and fuck her. She'll take
his cum in her cunt, but she won't fuck you because
you're pussy. And Father's watching, too. When he sees
this, he'll probably decide it's time for him to fuck
you. That's what you want, isn't it? You don't want to
fuck mother, you want to be fucked by father."
"Yes," Timmie said softly. His face was almost
touching Ron's cock.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want father to fuck me."
"Where? Where to you want him to fuck you?"
The nearness of Ron's cock and Melodie's sexy talk
were exciting Timmie, and he raised his voice. "In my
ass."
"You don't have an ass. Where do you want father to
fuck you?"
"In my cunt!" Timmie yelled. "I want my father to fuck
me in my cunt!" His words echoed across the pool deck,
and Timmie heard his mother laugh.
"When you look in your mirror tonight, you'll see a
pussy who kisses cocks," said Melodie. "Go ahead and
kiss it."
Timmie closed his eyes and leaned forward until his
lips touched Ron's cock. He kissed it, and the heat
and smell of it went to his head. He was kissing
mancock, as he dreamed of doing each time he played
with himself in bed at night. Now on the pool deck his
imagination began to work. He saw himself naked and
sweating, writhing in the middle of a group of men who
were using him. They played with his nipples and
fondled his penis to make him hotter. Their fingers
probed between his legs to open him up. They thrust
their cocks into his mouth and his cunt. They shot
their cum in his holes and on his face and body. It
ran from his ass and his mouth and coated his hair and
dripped from his body, and he wanted more, and more,
and more.
"That's enough." Melodie's voice broke the spell, and
Timmie pulled reluctantly from Ron's cock. His lips
stuck to it as if they didn't want to leave. He sat
back in his chair, dazed.
"Spread your legs," said Melodie, "So everyone can
see." Timmie spread his legs and looked down. The feel
of cock on his lips had made him cum, without even
touching himself. His cum had soaked the bottom of his
suit until the entire crotch was transparent, and he
could see all of his penis. Because he shaved it,
there was no hair to hide how small it was, and
because it was limp, it was smaller than ever.
"Lift your legs and hook them over the arms of your
chair," said Melodie. "Then slide your ass down to the
edge of the seat."
Timmie knew people were looking at him. If he did what
Melodie wanted, they would see his little penis, the
bare smooth cheeks of his ass, and the narrow strip of
yellow fabric that covered the hole where he wanted
his father to fuck him. His penis began to stiffen
again as he lifted his legs, but he didn't put them
over the arms of the chair. Instead, he grabbed them
with his hands and pulled them all the way back until
they were beside his ears. He wanted to be sure his
father and mother and their guests could see
everything.
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