It was
an unseasonably warm April evening. I was house-sitting for some rather wealthy friends of mine.
They were in asia for three weeks, and I had the run of their house ... in return for keeping their
dogs and cats fed. There were some definite perques to this assignment. Their house was up in the
hills. It was built like a ancient Roman home. A central courtyard with a pool in it, entirely
surrounded by the house: a three-car garage made one wall of the courtyard, and the rest of the
house made the other three sides of the courtyard. Basically two long buildings with a shorter
section. A big U shaped house, which with the garage, completely enclosed the pool. I had a rather
embarrassing, chilly experience last winter involving being accidentally locked out in the nude
while house-sitting, and while it was a balmy night, I wasn't about to make the same mistake. So
though the inner door was unlocked, I had the key by my towel, just in case. And I wasn't
skinny-dipping, I was in a tiny black bikini. I was alone, and the house was mostly dark. However,
the outer doors and the garage were all securely locked, and the burglar alarm was armed. I was
isolated but felt very secure. I floated on an inflatable raft, drowsy in the heat. Crickets
chirped and the year's first lightning bugs flitted about. The only illumination came from the
lighted panels in the pool itself, underwater, which gave a dim yellow glow. Otherwise, the
courtyard was dark, except for the purple glow of a bug-zapper, which occasionally crackled as some
bug flew too close. Moths mostly, I hadn't been bothered by a single mosquito, although the three
Citronella candles may have had something do with that. I could smell them and the chlorine in the
water. I lay languishing on my raft, supremely relaxed, looking up at the stars. It was a moonless
night, and the stars were brilliant, even though this wasn't very far out in the country. Every
once in awhile I'd see the almost imperceptible black outline of a bat against the stars, flapping
randomly overhead, as it cleared out some of the higher flying insects. My only annoyance was I
hadn't found a way to balance the wine bottle and glass on the raft, so I had to paddle over to the
edge when I wanted a sip. I had a double warm glow over me, from the wine, and from my sexual
afterglow. About a half hour ago I had put my hand down my black bikini briefs, and slid them
aside, and frigged myself very slowly into a mind-blowing orgasm, playing with my breasts lazily
with my other hand through the bikini top. Some orgasms are just more special than others. I don't
know what endorphin is released into one's bloodstream or what, but you can feel it surge through
your body. Blood music in your veins. And when it gets to your head, it feels like it settles in
and coats your whole brain, and just slowly seeps into your pleasure center and just keeps pushing
that button. I felt pleasantly intoxicated, and not just from the wine: the sexual buzz, glow,
whatever you want to call it, just mellows one's thoughts wonderfully. It was like a drug high. I
sat there thinking silly thoughts, warm drowsy thoughts, and was feeling fine! I sat there now with
my eyes closed, and felt deliciously naughty. I imagined what I looked like from the air...if that
bat could see me instead of just fly by his little squeaking sonar, or if I was being spied on by a
stealth black helicopter pilot, or maybe a hot air balloon --- or maybe extraterrestrials, looking
for a petite Earth female to abduct and probe. I'm about 5 foot 5 inches, brown hair a few inches
down my shoulders, and brown eyes. 28, slim, 110 pounds, a trim figure, and small breasts. My
bikini exposed a lot of pale flesh, illuminated there in the otherwise dark courtyard, from below
by the lights in the pool. I pictured whatever aerial voyeurs, observing me while I had masturbated
on the raft earlier. It was delicious, the thought that I could do this outdoors, completely
surrounded by this secure house. Nobody could see me except for those E.T's in orbit high above
with their Observi-scopes. I tired of this drowsy fantasy, and I was starting to feel sweaty in the
heat, so I rolled off the raft with a small splash. I swam a couple of laps in the pool, first
fast, mostly underwater, and then slowly, on my back. I was about midway through a lap when I
noticed a figure standing there beside the pool, watching me! I gasped, and went vertical, arms and
legs frantically flailing. I dog-paddled there, and the figure stood impassive. It was hard to
tell, because he was partly in shadow, but he was white, dark haired, and was wearing a dark
leather jacket and black jeans. A burglar? A rapist? How had he gotten past the burglar alarm and
the dogs? I dog-paddled in place, scared. I kept away from his edge, but I didn't want to swim for
the other side. I had the feeling that a sudden move that way on my part might make him rush around
to that side of the pool before I could climb out. I again imagined what I looked like to an
observer...my dark hair dripping wet, my body virtually naked but for the tiny black bikini, pale
flesh illuminated by the pool lights in the otherwise dark courtyard. I felt extremely small and
vulnerable and defenseless. I also suddenly had to pee really badly. My drowsiness had vanished
like a page turning, and I was suddenly shivering; the water no longer seemed so warm. If I
screamed, I wasn't sure there was another house near enough to hear me. He continued to stand
there, impassive, arms folded. Just how long could I tread water? I wondered. And how long had he
been observing me? "Well, well, well." he said. "What have we here?" I gave a sigh of relief. It
was Jack, my friends' college-age son. A senior, about 22,handsome in a fratboy way, a bit of a
spoiled rich boy, a cruel smile and eyes that on previous occasions not only always seemed to be
undressing me, but ravishing me, speculating on what my body could do, not just what I'd look like
disrobed. Now that I was actually almost nude before their gaze, they drank deeply of the sight.
"Jack! You shit, you scared the fuck out of me!" I laughed nervously. My bladder felt about to
burst. Feeling naughty as a child, I thought carefully, and then, still dog-paddling, let go and
peed. Relief! The water around me warmed briefly. I was sure he couldn't tell, but I swam a few
feet; gradually the water cooled again. "Your parents didn't tell me you'd be home this weekend!"
"I didn't expect to be." he said. "But I'm glad I did now." "I thought you were a burglar!" I
chided. "Or a...a...I don't know what!" I finished lamely. His eyes flashed, and he gazed like a
hungry wolf. "You obviously don't know one of our house rules." he said. "What's that?" I asked.
"All swimming after 10pm has to be done in the buff." he said quietly, and grinned. Maybe it was
the relief of finding out it wasn't a stranger, but I suddenly was feeling lascivious. I sank under
the water, and unfastened my top. I surfaced and threw it onto the sidewalk beside the pool. I was
chilly with goosebumps again. Nervous, but also excited, this seemed wild, naughty. And my nipples
were hard in the cool water. "You're halfway there." he said. I sank again, and underwater,
shrugged off my bikini bottoms. I surfaced and tossed those to shore. Now I was completely naked,
but still dog-paddling, so somewhat obscured. Still, very tantalizing, from the way he peered into
the depths at me. "Are you going to join me?" I said. He quickly shrugged off shoes and socks,
jeans and jacket and shirt, until he was just standing there in his boxers. He kept those on, but I
could see a tent-like bulge from his erection. "There's another pool rule I forgot to tell you." he
said. "All swimmers after 10pm have to blow the lifeguard." He slowly sat down at poolside, his
legs sliding into the water. He looked at me like he was daring me to continue the game. I swam
over and looked up at him. He shifted his weight to suspend himself over the water. With a quick
motion he yanked down the boxers. His erection sprang free, pointing almost straight up. I put my
hands on the sides of the pool to either side of him. My mouth was right at the waterline. He
grasped his cock with one hand, pushing it downward til it was horizontal, at the surface of the
water. He guided it towards my mouth like a torpedo. Slid it in, and my lips closed around his
shaft. My nose was filled with the smell of chlorine and cock. My hands on the pool edge kept me
upright enough to keep my nose above water so I could breath, and I kicked lightly with my legs,
swimming in place to keep my position. His other hand that wasn't guiding his cock twined in my wet
hair, just above the back of my neck, and pulled my face closer to his crotch. His hard torpedo
slid deeper into my mouth. He looked down at me, grinning and locking eyes with me, his hand in my
hair tilting my head so that I kept eye contact with him. Then he slowly fucked my face there at
poolside. I was a vessel for his pleasure. A sea vessel! And I suspected, about to get a fresh load
of seamen. Jack sighed contentedly. "There's nothing sexier... than...a pretty girl...with a pretty
face...and such pretty eyes...sucking...cock." I could do little else but gurgle in reply, as I was
fed his cock meat. "Atagirl...that's it...oh yes....you are so good... suck that cock." "Mmmmph!" I
responded. He was hard and warm in my mouth. After about ten minutes of this, my mouth was getting
tired. As were my hands from holding onto the edge of the pool, and my neck from straining upward.
With a grunt, he came explosively. He must have been saving it up, because he gave me a lot more
than a man's average ejaculation. I coughed, and my mouth was filled with the taste of his cum, and
the chlorinated pool water. I could feel his cum spill over my lips, and down my chin as his cock
continued to pulse and spasm. He withdrew. Long, sticky, slimy strings of come dripped from my lips
and my chin. Where it entered the water, little dollops of cum floated. I ran my fingers across my
chin, and only succeeded in spreading the viscous stuff around. I felt and must have looked a mess.
Now it was squishing between my fingers. I looked in vain for something to wipe it on; the water
didn't seem to be diluting it much. I looked up at him, and again, in my mind's eye, I could
picture how I looked, a petite, pretty girl, naked, treading water, ribbons of semen like bizarre
whiskers smeared across my face and slowly oozing off my chin. And then I must have looked like a
deer in the headlights, eyes wide, because, behind him stood two other dark figures. "Meet Reggie
and Mike, my assistant lifeguards." he said. Two young guys, Jack's age, stepped forward into the
light. Big, burly guys, one black, one a white blond, they looked like football players, which, as
it turned out, is exactly what they were. "They came home with me for a little pool party this
weekend." said Jack. I sat there, stunned, realizing they had observed my whole performance...from
my stripping to my sucking. They had broad grins as they stood there, arms crossed. I dunked my
head under the water, and then scrubbed furiously at my face to dilute the cum with the pool water.
Then I rubbed my hands briskly across my tits, down my sides, rapid, vigorous movement with
friction that should wash away the last of the sticky residue. When my hands no longer felt like
they were encumbered, I surfaced. I wondered if my hair still had some cum in it. "What the hell do
you think you're doing!" I said. "We thought you might like to party with the three of us" said
Jack. "You'd better let me out of this pool right now!" I cried. "Nobody's stopping you. Come on
out!" he said. Reggie and Mike said nothing, just grinned. "Hand me my bikini!" I said. "Uh uh. If
you want out, you come out as is." I swam to the far side of the pool. I wasn't going to clamber
out where they stood. I climbed out, shivering, my teeth chattering a little. I covered my breasts
with one hand, my shaved pussy with another. "This is rape!" I said. "We're not raping you. You're
free to go." But they wanted to see a show. The hell with it, I wasn't going to cower. I held my
head up high, put my hands to my sides, and walked around the pool, breasts perky. If they wanted
to see my body, I'd show it proudly. Maybe I'd brazen my way out of this. I put a tiny sway to my
hips as I walked; you know, walked The Walk, as they say. I could feel their eyes on me as I
rounded the pool. I kept my distance, but still had to walk near them to get to the door into the
house I'd come through. I expected them to pounce, to feel their hands grasping my body, bringing
me to a halt, but no. They continued to look at my retreating ass. The last 5 feet, I sort of
leaped for the door. Tried the knob. They'd locked it. I turned around. Jack held the key. "Oops, I
forgot, I locked it. Here you go." I slowly padded up to him, dripping water. He held the key above
his head. I had to get up on tiptoes and reach for it. I jumped for it, but he held it out of my
reach. His friends seemed to be enjoying my attempts to get it. "Dammit, enough games. Give me that
key!" I said. "Well", said Jack, "I just thought you might be in a party mood. Three studs, a pool,
a bottle of wine, and thou." He tossed the key into the deep end. It vanished with a plunk. "Go get
it. We won't stop you this time. Promise." I looked distrustfully. Then dove in and swam down and
got the key, the pressure building in my head as I got to the drain. I surfaced, then swam quickly
to the shallow end, but expected they'd be there, waiting to stop me. But they weren't. They just
all watched me as I came out of the water, dripping.

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 "A mermaid" said Mike, the first thing he'd
said. I don't know why. That little comment, and the fact that they weren't making any threatening
moves towards me, made we waver. "So you think you three studs can handle little old me?" I said in
my best Scarlett O'Hara impersonation. I picked up the wine bottle and took a swig. "Fiddle de
dee!" So fast I could hardly blink the other two had peeled off their clothes, revealing very well
muscled bodies. My show must have inspired them, because their big members were hard and proudly
upthrust. The only pause was when I got them to agree that condoms would be used for any vaginal
activity. And no anal! Jack ran inside to get condoms, and Reg and Mike each took one of my hands
and led me gently into the shallow end. Moments later Reg sat partially submerged on the steps of
the shallow end. My pussy was firmly impaled on his condom-clad black cock. His hands were around
my waist, as he bounced me up and down. Jack was standing in the deeper water, each hand pulling
one of my nipples. My head was turned to the side, where Mike, slouched against the metal handrail,
was presenting his cock to my lips. I again thought of what a lewd spectacle some aliens would be
seeing from their UFO above in the darkness; one pretty, petite girl entertaining three guys in the
shallow end of the pool. *** They had me bent over the diving board, my bare feet on the concrete.
Mike was doing me doggy style, pounding my tight pussy. Jack was sitting on the diving board,
facing away from the water and towards me, his cock again in my mouth. Reg sat in between on the
very edge of the board, his arms around my waist, holding me steady from their pounding in two
directions. His hands found my breasts beneath. He liked to maul them, then squeeze the nipples
hard. *** Now on the sidewalk, flat on my back. A towel wadded up as a pillow under my head.
Otherwise, the hard cement beneath me. Jack did me first missionary position, then straddled me,
then lifting me up under my ass, fucked me with my legs wrapped around him. My head was tilted to
one side, blowing Reg. Mike was in the water, but occasionally he'd reach out and fondle some part
of me not currently occupied...usually the tit he could reach. *** Now I was in reverse position on
the diving board, face up, my back to the board, my legs wide to either side. Reg rode me, and Jack
and Mike stood to either side of the board, near the water, and took turns using my mouth, keeping
them stoked for the next go. *** Now it was the wee hours, and they each spent some time stretched
out on the lounge chair, while they positioned me to do the dirty work, bouncing up and down on
their cocks, impaling myself, my small tits jiggling, sometimes facing towards him, sometimes away.
The other two just observed my throes, waiting their turn. The one being ridden would look up at my
writhing form, when his eyes weren't closed, and sometimes he'd play with my tits, or reach down to
where my pussy and his cock were united, and rub my clit a bit. Sometimes he'd grasp and squeeze my
ass cheeks, using the grip to push me up and down on his cock. They started to blend together, just
one continuous fuck. Sometimes they'd slow the pace, both of us on our sides on the pool chair,
belly to belly, while they fondled my tits, my ass, French kissed my mouth. Sometimes on our sides
but they snuggling up to me from behind, kissing the back of my neck, nibbling on my earlobes,
which left another to work my breasts or clit or mouth from the front. At one point during this,
Reg sat at the foot of the chair, playing with my ass a bit, until he finally stuck a finger in.
I'd said no anal, but I was a bit occupied with Mike at the moment, so didn't protest. He sawed in
and out with one finger lubricated from my pussy. That was as far as it went. A little later, Mike
was screwing me on top, with my legs folded up beneath me, knees almost to my tits. As he put his
weight behind it and bottomed out in my pussy, each hand grasped an ankle and pushed them back.
Eventually I was bent double, my legs straight, my ankles up around my head. Very gymnastic! Good
thing I did a lot of stretching exercises. Though I was still feeling the burn. This wasn't part of
my exercise regimen. He continued to pound into my pussy, now so strangely exposed along with my
ass in this weird, straining position. *** By this time, I'd pretty much worn out my three studs.
Even three 22 year olds have their limit. I was pretty worn out myself. All three of them sat on
the edge of the shallow end of the pool, their legs in the water. I crouched in the water, between
each of their legs in turn, and gave suck. I did it slowly, lazily, and they in turn were not
urgent in their demands. I'd gently suck until their tired cocks were erect again. They'd lazily
sit back and enjoy the sensation. They'd come too many times to be driven over the edge. When
they'd had enough, or another wanted my attentions, they'd gently urge me to the next one. All
pretty interchangeable, just another cock in my mouth. Sometimes they'd play with my hair, or
massage my neck... or reach lower into the water to play with my tits a bit. They were talking
among themselves, discussing sports, telling jokes, idly talking while I gently pleasured them,
passing a joint around (which I occasionally got to puff). It was very surreal, almost slow motion,
I felt removed from the situation, floating. *** Afterwards, I lounged on the poolside recliner.
Now it was my turn to sit back and relax. Jack knelt between my legs and ate me, playing with my
clit all the while. Before he was willing to eat me, he had carefully spread my pussy lips, probed
and examined me with his fingers. I think he wanted to make sure the condoms had held up, and
hadn't deposited any of his or his friends cum therein for him to get the aftereffects of. Reg
played with my tits, but gently this time, stroking and rubbing, more of a massage than some of the
mauling they'd gotten earlier. Mike just rubbed me all over, my legs, my sides, my back and neck
when he could get at it, a gentle but steady massage. I was exhausted, so I was drowsy, maybe half
asleep, but it all felt wonderful. For once in the evening, my mouth wasn't being put to work, so
my little cries and incoherent moans must have sounded very loud, reflected by the acoustics of the
pool courtyard. They continued to talk among themselves, except when paying particular attention to
me. It was like I was a project they were working on, while they joked and laughed and spoke of
other things. And my body was responding like a plucked musical instrument, sounding out its
pleasurable note. Every once in awhile, I'd start to voice protests, that enough was enough, and
start to sit up, but they'd gently grasp an arm or a a leg and push me back down; they were like a
tide I was powerless to stop. Then they'd go back to work on me. I didn't protest too much. *** It
was funny, as wild as all this was -- sex with three guys at poolside -- which was wild, erotic,
certainly a turn-on... it made me feel hot, slutty, in one way very submissive, in another way very
dominant...and I came multiple times -- but none of those orgasms were quite as mind-blowing as the
solitary one I had earlier in the evening. I didn't feel that seeping surge through my whole body,
settling in my head. Pondering this, I slowly drifted off to a deep, dreamless sleep. *** I awoke
when the sun was already high up in the sky. 10am, I guessed. I was stretched out on the chase
lounge, with the big umbrella attached to the table protecting me from the sun. I was still naked
as a jaybird. And I was sore in all the places you'd expect after my sexual workout. I had a slight
headache from the wine. I walked into the pool to freshen up and wake up. Then came out dripping. I
padded around the pool in my bare feet. In broad daylight, I felt even more of an exhibitionist,
even though I knew nobody could see me in this enclosed courtyard. I scanned the sky for any aerial
observers. Nope, no hot air balloons, helicopter pilots, or visible little green men. I yawned and
stretched luxuriously, arching my back and offering my sore breasts to the sun. Then I ran a
cautious finger down between my legs, tracing my sore pussy. I looked around. My bikini was no
where in evidence. And my towel was gone too. And my sneakers. Along with the key. There wasn't a
scrap of anything I could cover myself with. The wine bottle and glass were gone. All evidence of
the night's activities was absent, even the used condoms, except for my naked self and three blown
out candles. I went and tried the door...though I had a sinking feeling before I reached it.
Locked! I walked around the pool, balanced on my toes. The cement was already beginning to heat up
in the sun. As I suspected, the other doors were locked too. Bastards! Very funny! Oh well...I
could pound on the door, but I strongly suspected they were all crashed and soundly asleep on
various couches and beds deep in the house. I didn't have anywhere I had to be today, and I wasn't
at the point where I felt I had to break glass or anything. I drowsily sat back down under the
umbrella, stretched out, and closed my eyes. I heard a panting noise behind me. Even as enthralled
as my trio of suitors were last night, I don't think any of them could be having that reaction to
my nude body after all we'd been through. I turned, to see Max, my hosts' German Shepherd, wagging
his tail at me and looking at me with his doggy grin. Note to houseowners: don't lock your dog in
an enclosed courtyard. The Terrible Trio must have put him outside before going to bed. He must
have been snoozing in the bushes when I woke up. I looked around...it didn't look like he'd taken a
shit yet. Well, that was good news anyway. The little yappy dog must have still been in the house
somewhere. Max leaped up onto the chair, his paws finding awkward balance on the vinyl slats. He
started licking my hand, and sniffing between my legs. I was distinctively uncomfortable. Stark
naked with a medium sized dog climbing all over me was a little too weird. I pushed Max off and sat
up. He enthusiastically, his little doggy red pecker rampant, began humping my leg. "Stop it, Max!"
I said. "I'm not that kind of girl. Despite what you may have seen through the sliding glass doors
last night, I'm not THAT easy." Now I felt my nakedness really intensely, with this horny dog
worked up in front of me. I scrambled around for a tennis ball, and then threw it to the far side
of the pool. He ran around and got it. And brought it right back, dropping it at my bare feet. It
was a bit slobbery. I remembered the point last night when I had Jack's cum dripping down my face
when the other two made their presence known. I felt a flush of heat in my face. I threw the ball
again. He fetched it again. I sighed. He'd probably get tired of doing this about...oh...nightfall.
This was going to be a long fucking day. I needed some rest. I needed a cigarette, and I don't even
smoke. As happens sometimes, life had gone from the wildly adventurous to the supremely ridiculous.
I was so exhausted I thought I might cry. Breaking the glass didn't sound so bad now. I could
always tell my hosts it was due to an overenthusiastic game of tennis ball throw. But how to break
it? Nothing much presented itself, unless I awkwardly hefted a pool chair. I wondered if Jack and
company were even still here. Maybe they drove back to college at sunrise. I peered into the dark
garage through the glass. Nope, my car and his car were both there. His was a red Chevy Camaro
convertible. Figures! Max stood there, with his tongue lolling out. I looked closely to his collar.
There was a key attached. "Funny guys." I said. I took the key and went to the house. It didn't
fit. I tried the sliding glass door. No dice. Finally, I tried the garage. It clicked. I started to
open the door, then wondered if the burglar alarm was armed. Fuck it. I opened the door. No alarm.
I padded into the dark garage, Max at my heels. You could tell they were rich; they had the
cleanest garage I've ever seen. And there wasn't anything I could use to cover myself. Not an old
towel or rag or anything. And both cars were locked. I opened the door to the backyard, and looked
out cautiously. The house was on a hill, but, scanning the treeline, I couldn't see that I was
visible to anyone. Feeling ridiculous, I walked Max quickly out to his chain. Now he could shit all
he wanted to. I got his waterbowl and filled it up at the faucet...taking a precious moment to
quench my thirst from the hose. Picturing how I looked, a naked girl, her mouth to the hose. Moving
quickly as I could without spilling it, supremely aware that I was stark naked on this hilltop, I
carried the waterdish out into the yard. As soon as I was within reach of his leash, I set it down
and I darted back into the garage. I felt a prickly sensation, a fear that eyes were upon me. And
those eyes were probably wondering why I was walking the dog in the buff. Well. I could open the
garage door and go. Of course, my car was locked, and if I did go, I'd have to walk down the road
on foot, in my birthday suit. I shut the door, and came back into the courtyard. Sat down in the
umbrella's shade. At least the damn dog wasn't here to bother me. But I was still in a prison,
though the door was unlocked. I drifted off to sleep, idly hoping this wasn't the day the pool guy
came to clean with his skimmer. I remembered that my friends Brandi and Susan were coming over
tonight for a pool party. Wouldn't they be surprised at the unexpected company. Hopefully, I'd have
regained clothing privileges by then... 

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