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Chapter 13

With each passing day the summer grew hotter and stickier. By Friday afternoon a small patch of grass in the furthest corner of the back lawn was displaying a yellowish-brown mottle. Damn, thought Anne, the sprinkler just doesn't reach that far. Dad will really be upset. She went into, the work shed and rummaged around for the second time. Anne emerged triumphant, clutching a long coil of green plastic hosing. She fixed it to the tap and walked the nozzle as far as it would stretch down the garden. Now she could spray in that difficult corner.

Anne stood there playing the hose back and forth, enjoying the bright sunshine, which was by now only adding tan on top of tan. The tiny bikini gave her maximum exposure. She adjusted the top which barely contained the ripe fruit of her breasts. Absentmindedly she crooked her finger and ran it round the elastic edge of the flimsy pants. From behind her came a whistle of appreciation. There stood Silke in denim shorts and tie-front blouse.

"Still thinking about last weekend, eh?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I could see you fingering yourself in a very blatant manner."

Anne dismissed her friend's suggestion with a laugh.

"Of course, I could've been wrong," Silke teased.

"Maybe you were thinking about what you're going to be doing this weekend with Bill. Either way, you're obviously enjoying a secret finger-fucking session."

Silke didn't complete her playful accusation before Anne turned on her with the hose. She aimed it right at the German girl.

"You'll drown me," squealed Silke.

Anne played the hose up and down her body.

"That's what you get for teasing me."

She put the hose down so more water could soak into the lawn.

"Thanks, buddy. I'm wet through."

"Serves you right."

Silke ran her hands through her hair to wring out some of the water. The denim cut-offs clung skintight to the generous curve of her ass, and the ragged edges were plastered against the golden flesh of her thighs. Her nipples showed ‘as two dark blots beneath the thin white cotton top. Anne sat down in the garden chair in the private shelter contrived by three carefully planted bushes. Silke flicked some water drops from the end of her fingertips at Anne. They trickled in a tiny rivulet down her midriff and vanished into the deep indentation of her navel.

Silke glanced about to ensure that this secluded spot was entirely out of view of any neighbors, then undid the knot in the front of her shirt. She peeled off the sodden garment. Despite the almost-oppressive heat, the sudden shock of cold tap water hat raised goosepimples; her nipples stood erect, bringing her exposed breasts to sharp peaks.

"Just look what you've done," she grumbled in fun. She grasped each teat from below and squeezed them toward her friend.

"I thought cold showers were supposed to cool you down," said Anne. "It looks to me as though it's just made you more randy than you usually are."

"Surely you know by now I'm always horny," exclaimed Silke, as she unzipped the soaking denims and peeled them down her shapely legs. "Now that I'm all undressed I may as well stay out here and sunbathe."

Anne tossed her a towel that was draped on the arm of the garden lounger. Silke deftly caught it in one hand and rubbed it briskly on her short blonde mop, then she used it to dry off that other blonde thatch below.

"Thanks," she threw it back to Anne, who crumpled it in a ball and held it under her nose.

"Delicious," she sniffed. ‘Weren't you coming out to join me anyway?"

"I was staying close to the house waiting for the mailman."

"Don't say you want to fuck him too."

"No, stupid, but he should be bringing us a couple of important envelopes this afternoon."

"Cripes," said Anne, who, for the first time that week, had actually forgotten about the papers for John Martin. "Of course, the grades have to be in today by the latest."

"Maybe he wants us to go over to his place and pick them up in person."

"That's not a bad idea at that! Come on over here."

Silke spread out on the towel while Anne massaged some suntan lotion into her back. Anne worked her hands lower and lower down Silke's glistening body. She ran her fingers past the line left by previous sunbathing and into the crevice between the creamy cheeks of Silke's bum. She stirred, purring contentedly, and opened her thighs to give Anne easier access. Anne dipped her oily finger into that golden-haired honey pot and Silke squirmed back to take the stiff, probing finger even deeper. The American girl lazily frigged her friend, not trying to rush toward a climax but to prolong each pleasant tide of sensation as they lay there basking in the afternoon's warm glow.

Abruptly, she stopped. Silke complained, "Hey, I want some more of that… "

"Ssh," Anne quietened her. "Isn't that him now? They could both hear the mailman's off-key whistling as he walked up the front path. Anne got up. "Here goes. Cross your fingers."

"If it isn't what we hope for, I know just how to console you," promised Silke.

Anne ran all the way there and back. She burst from the kitchen door waving two large manila envelopes. Her tits bounced from side to side as she hurried back to where Silke was waiting in the sun.

"One for you and one for me." She tossed one of the packages to Silke. Anne ripped her envelope open with fumbling fingers. It was the original copy of her term paper. She flipped to the last page.

"An A! Wow, eighty-seven per cent!"

"He's given me the same," Silke bubbled.

Anne plumped herself down in the aluminum framed chair and began turning through the pages more carefully. All the earlier remarks had been erased or carefully blotted out with the whitener secretaries use to correct their mistakes.

"I enjoyed your essay immensely on a second reading," she quoted. "You handled the essential point of the story in a thoroughly professional manner… your approach exudes promise," Silke read out.

"I was particularly impressed by your climax," Anne continued. She flipped back a page. "You demonstrated extremely good taste in these more intimate parts… Wow!"

"There were some flaws in my original analysis," Silke quoted John's remarks. "But by candidly exposing the holes you showed me things in a different light."

"… a stimulating experience," Anne chipped in.

"You handled the most essential points in a most exciting way," Silke went on. "You have thoroughly earned a top grade."

"Your daring approach wins you a well-deserved A." Anne dropped the paper on the grass and clapped her hands in the air. "Good old John; he really came across."

"Yeah," said Silke, "all over our faces, our tits… all over us!"

The girls were still breaking up in fits of giggles when the boys arrived that evening.

"You're in high spirits," said Greg, as Anne and Silke exchanged looks and started laughing again.

"We're feeling good," Silke agreed. She kissed him on the cheek then stood on the tips of her toes to blow in his ear. Now it was Greg's turn to laugh.

"Are you stoned already?" asked Bill.

"Nope," said Anne. "Just happy."

She pushed him back onto Silke's couch and went out to fetch them some beers. She passed one down to Bill, then turned to hand another can to Greg. "I think these boys have earned a little reward, don't you?"

Silke winked at her: "Absolutely. May I…?" She had gestured toward Bill. Anne waved her on.

"Come here, Greg," said Anne: She put her arms around him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Without breaking their kiss, she undid his belt and zipped down his fly. Anne slipped her hand into his briefs and fondled Ns cream-filled bollocks.

Silke had Bill undone and dragged down his jeans and jockey shorts. He lay back as she began to manipulate his growing, aroused prick.

"I think the first one to come should buy the tickets," Anne suggested as she took the livid head of Greg's tool into her mouth.

Silke nodded her head in agreement without looking round. She licked along the whole length of Bill's rigid cock. Greg had sat back in the armchair and now Anne was sliding her tongue over the corrugated surface of his scrotum. Her brown hair hung loose and softly caressed his thighs.

Silke was lapping at Bill's balls. She took first one then the other jiggling egg into her mouth, taking big care to be most gentle with these vulnerable organs. Bill sighed with contentment. He ran his fingers through Silke's blonde hair and pressured her slightly to return to the head of his cock.

Greg's increasing lust forced more blood pumping into his already-engorged phallus. The warm cavern of Anne's mouth applied a moist suction to his aching, pulsing cock. Her sweet lips nibbled that most sensitive skin around the back of the crown. Greg groaned with the pleasure she was giving him. Even Anne managed to murmur her own enjoyment around the mouthful of male flesh she was doing her best to swallow completely.

Silke opened her mouth wide and took Bill sliding down the back of her throat. After letting him pump the whole length of his prick in her half a dozen times, she eased him $ck so that she might catch another breath. Silke gripped the short base of his shaft that was thus exposed and, ringing it with her fingers, she milked the cream up from his balls. After a few moments she allowed him to ease his heaving rod back down her throat

Thrill upon thrill raged through Greg's body as Anne swallowed him to the hilt. Her cock-loving mouth contracted around his throbbing manhood, urging him, willing him to come. He rocked his hips backward and forward as his desire mounted, forcing his swollen cock in and out of her lips. With both hands clasped behind her head, Greg pulled Anne closer with each stroke.

The soft wetness of Silke's mouth was almost more than Bill could take. He watched his cock sliding back and forth. Silke returned his gaze with a devilish twinkle in her eyes, as if to say, "I'm going to make you come like you've never come before." Her hands gripped beneath him, digging into his buttocks, forcing him to writhe and push his pulse-pounding knob harder into her mouth. Once more she pulled back slightly, to relax her throat and jaws, before returning to the climax of her love-feast.

Anne concentrated her lascivious efforts on the distended cock head that topped Greg's massive erection. Her caressing, coaxing lips applied the sweetest massage he could ever have dreamed of, urging him to relieve his aching pouch of come into her mouth. As she sucked and tongued the stiff column of flesh, she made small slurping noises. Anne was enjoying this every bit as much as Greg. Now he rocked back and forth to the steady rhythm of her mouth-fucking, burying his pounding cock in Anne's angelic face. Her wet, clinging lips seemed reluctant to let him go. He brushed a fallen strand of hair to one side so that he might watch her more closely.

Anne had slipped her middle finger deep into the crevice behind; she felt his muscles tighten as the orgasmic rush began, to course through his body. She gripped the smooth slick skin with both hands and locked her mouth around his straining prick. Greg gritted his teeth and moaned. His back arched. The sperm rushed hotly up his shaft with a burning sensation so close to pain. Anne tasted the thick fluid as the spunk jerked and spewed down her throat. Her mouth was flooded with Greg's creamy come; she couldn't help some of it dribbling from the corner of her lips.

Bill, looking over, watched Greg sag weakly into the armchair. The sight of the other guy's milky sperm trickling over his girlfriend's chin was more exciting than he could bear. The pleasure-pain sensation seethed through him as he released a scalding jet of seed between Sue's sensuous lips. She swallowed and swallowed, gurgling with pleasure, as Bill's spunk sloshed down her throat. His whole frame shook with shivering spasms of delight as he unloaded the pearly torrent into the warm cavern of bet mouth. Anne and Greg watched wide-eyed as Silke rode out the furious jerking of the stabbing horn, of his cock. She didn't spill a drop.

Later, Silke sat on a cushion between Greg's legs, idly playing with his shrunken prick. Anne lightly fingered Bill as she lay back in the crook of his arm.

"That was some reward!" said Greg.

"Yeah what did we do to earn it?" Bill asked Anne. "Tell us, and we do it again."

Silke laughed.

"Let's say it was for services rendered," said Anne.

"I think you made Greg come first," Silke remarked, casually changing the topic.

"What was that you said about buying tickets?" asked Greg.

"Haven't you guessed?" said Anne. "Silke and I want you to take us to the drive-in tonight."

"What's on?" asked Bill.

"Deeper Than Ever," Anne announced with a smile.

"… and Foursome Fun!" added Silke.

Without another word they all trooped out to the car.