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CHAPTER EIGHT

Harry Stockwell swallowed with some difficulty, frozen dead in his tracks. He had walked though the fence surrounding the back yard of his neighbor's place and found himself looking down at Patti Anderson, the teenaged girl who lived there. She was on her stomach on a padded outdoor lounge chair, sunning herself. Though Harry had seen Patti a thousand times, he'd never seen her quite like this before. The white bikini she had on was the sheerest, skimpiest one he'd ever seen. Her ripe asscheeks were there for his eyes to feast on, the thin strip of cloth going between the asscheeks having completely disappeared between the taut mounds.

"Oh, hello, Harry," Sara said, stepping out of the sliding glass doors that led out to the swimming pool. "How are you today?"

Harry looked at Sara. Somehow she seemed different to him, though he couldn't say why he felt this way. She was nicely dressed; nothing sexy in her clothes, yet she seemed much sexier.

"Fine," he said after a pause that seemed far too long.

Sara walked over to Patti and sat on the edge of the lounge near her daughter's hip. She picked up the bottle of sun tanning lotion and unscrewed the cap.

"Would you like a little more lotion?" Sara asked. "You don't want to burn."

"Please!" Patti murmured.

Patti folded her arms under her face, keeping her eyes closed. She did not know what her mother had in mind, but the teenager could sense that another adventure was underway. She let the lotion trickle against her skin, hitting her in the small of the back and she squirmed a little. The lotion was cool compared to her skin, which had been heated by the bright sunlight.

As Harry and Sara exchanged small talk, Patti tried to remain calm. This wasn't easy, since her mother was working the lotion into her skin in a way that was very much like a caress. She rubbed Patti's shoulders and back, then went down to her legs, starting at the ankles and slowly working her way up each leg individually.

"Ohhhh!" Patti sighed, then silenced herself when she realized she could give away her true, lusty emotions. She spread her legs slightly, allowing enough room for her mother's hands to move between her thighs.

She felt Sara's hands on her asscheeks, rubbing the sun tanning lotion into her, skin. Patti's tight pussy, which had been heated from sucking on her brother's prick, was wet, slick, tingling with desire. The edge of her mother's finger touched lightly against her cuntlips, touching her through the triangular patch of cloth that represented the front of the bikini bottoms. Instantly the young girl's clit began burning with tension. It was all she could do to keep from asking Sara to fondle her cunt some more.

Sara continued with the small-talk, fully aware of how agitated she was making her handsome neighbor. Harry stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes following Sara's wherever they moved on Patti's trim, sexy little-girl's body. She squeezed her daughter's ass with her right hand while her left slipped between the trim thighs. Through the bikini, Sara could feel the heat of Patti's seething cunt.

"Why don't you roll over and I'll do the front now?" Sara said calmly.

Now Patti was really curious – and really horny. She wondered if Sara was intending on seducing Harry, or if she, Patti, was supposed to fuck him. She pushed herself up and twisted onto her side, casting a quick glance over at Harry. She saw the lump in his slacks, and the purr of contentment that came from her was pure lust. Sitting on the lounge, she fluffed her long, ebony hair out.

"Why don't you take the top off?" Sara said, her tone still casual and calm. "I'm sure Harry won't mind! That way you won't get tan lines!"

Patti did not help her mother as Sara reached behind her neck and pulled loose the knotted string there. When Sara slipped her hands under Patti's back, the teenager arched her back to assist her, and in doing so she felt her mother's tits touch her body. Though Sara was fully dressed, the pressure of her tits against Patti's body was exhilarating. Patti felt a twinge of jealousy – her tits were small but her mother had big, mouthwatering tits that really drew the attention of men.

When the bikini was pulled away, Patti heard Harry gasp softly. It was exciting to show her tits to her neighbor, and Patti's nipples were erect and itching for caresses.

"So anyway, Eric was telling me…"

Sara's voice seemed far away to Patti. Her mother was talking as though nothing unusual was going on. But Patti knew that Harry was wondering how he could hide the fact that he had a hard-on trapped inside his linen slacks.

Patti raised her arms over her head, exposing herself to Harry's hungry, lusty gaze. Her body glistened in the sunlight. She spread her feet unconsciously, wanting Harry to look at her pussy even though she still had the bottom half of her bikini on.

When her mother began rubbing the lotion into her tits, Patti simply could not remain still.

She squirmed on the lounge, her young, svelte body moving softly. The girl's lust-hardened, lotion-slickened nipples burned with passion. Sara pinched them gently, tweaking them, making the buds of burning flesh stand up a little more prominently.

"Oh Harry, you look so uncomfortable," Sara said with a deep, throaty chuckle. "Take it out! I don't think Patti will mind, and I know I won't!"

Those words sent Patti's mind spinning. She tried to keep her eyes closed, but curiosity got the best of her. She heard the sound of Harry's zipper being pulled down and opened her eyes slightly. Through her thick, curled black lashes, she saw Harry struggle for a moment, then take his cock out.

"You might as well take your balls out, too," Sara said. Her voice was huskier now that she could look at the man's bone-hard, medium sized prick.

Harry struggled some more and was finally able to pull his balls out through the fly of his slacks. While he did this, Sara's tantalizing binds and experienced fingers continued kneading and massaging Patti's firm, uptilted tits.

Patti no longer tried to hide her interest. She stared hungrily at Harry's prick, wanting to taste it, feel it throb between her tits. She had never thought of what it would be like to fuck him, but now, as she watched his hand curl around the broad shaft of cockmeat, she could envision spreading her legs for him, guiding his prick into her pussy, shivering with lust beneath him as he pummeled her cuntlips with his cock.

"She's very beautiful, isn't she?" Sara's eyes danced from her daughter's tits over to Harry's prick, then back again. Her own cunt was juicy, making her panties stick to her pussylips. It was very exciting to her to be touching her own daughter so intimately. She pinched Patti's nipples, twisting the brown flubs. Sara delighted in the way her daughter writhed at the touch. "And I bet you would just love to have her suck your cock, wouldn't you?"

Harry said nothing. His eyes roamed over Patti's prone body. He stroked his rigid, aching cock slowly, running his hand along the length of it.

"But I won't let you stick your cock in her mouth." Sara chuckled again, though her laughter sounded strained this time. "You haven't earned the right to do that. You can cum on her, though! I'll let you cum on her tummy! She has such a nice flat tummy!"

Path moaned softly when she watched a sticky, white pearl of pre-cum ooze from Harry's pisshole. He smoothed the pre-cum over the head of his cock, painting his prick at her stomach, standing above her, his eyes going from her face to her eyes lustfully.

"Oh, your cock is dry," Sara said with lighthearted concern. "Here, my hands have lotion on them! That'll make it feel better!"

Sara's hands were trembling when she pulled them away from her daughter's aroused tits. She cupped Harry's balls in her left palm and squeezed them. When he removed his hand from the pole of cockmeat sticking through the fly of his slacks, Sara replaced it with her own. She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the shank of his prick and gave it a hearty squeeze. His cock was like a seven-inch piece of steel.

"Ohhhhh!" Harry sighed when the platinum blonde stroked his prick, lubricating it with tanning lotion.

Since she was sitting, he could look down at her cleavage. He'd always thought Sara Anderson had magnificent tits, but they'd never looked more enticing than now. Though her blouse wasn't particularly low-cut, from his height advantage he saw a good deal of the creamy inner slopes of her tits, as well as the top, lace trimmed edge of her bra.

Sara pumped on Harry's prick, twisting her fist around the cock as she pounded on it. The neighbor's cock filled her hand, and as Sara whacked on it, she watched the way Harry's pricktip grow larger, swelling with the pleasure she was providing.

"You like this, don't you?" Sara asked teasingly, her light-brown eyes glowing with lust and mischief.

Harry could not answer, though he did respond to what the platinum blonde had said. He came.

"Oh!" Sara gasped as the thick, gooey white cream began shooting from her neighbor's pricktip.

Patti trembled on the lounge chair as the hot cum squirted on her. A thick stream of cum hit her on the left shoulder and left a line of cream running between the small mounds of her tits. More drops of cum dropped onto her flat, quivering stomach. She watched a jet of cum, almost clear, shoot from Harry's pisshole and flip end over end through the air. The cum landed on her right nipple, sticking to the sensitive, tingling brown flesh.

"Awwwww!" Harry groaned, his body wiggling slightly as Sara continued whacking on his overheated prick. She jerked her lotion moistened hand to and fro over the shaft of his cock while squeezing and fondling his balls in the most satisfying way.

Sara waited until she was certain that Harry's balls had completely emptied themselves before she let go of his prick. There was cum on her right hand, sticking to her thumb and fingers. She looked down at her svelte daughter and saw the white lines and drops of cum that had shot onto Patti's flawless flesh.

"There, that's better!" Sara whispered, her voice sounding oddly calm and pragmatic. She saw that Harry's prick had lost much of its hardness. She tucked his cock and balls back into his slacks, zipped him up, then placed her hands over her daughter's tits and started massaging the cum into her skin. "Okay, Harry, now what was it you came over here for?"

Harry simply shook his head, muttering to himself under his breath. He turned and walked away, leaving Patti and Sara to laugh heartily at what they'd just done.