Making Her Hot Early - Sex Stories

Making Her Hot Early

... glance. I could see Katie was indeed sliding her body lightly up and down, surely rubbing that sensational little ass against Michael's cock. Realizing that I needed to come through with my promise of firing the ball at them before they began to wonder just what the hell I was up to, I sprang out of the water and fired the ball with full force; intentionally missing the pair by a couple of feet to the right. They burst into laughter and quickly began to wade away as I slid beneath the surface and swam quickly to retrieve the ball. However, the two little brats had kept the same position - Michael behind Abby, using her as a shield - his hands gripping her hips. Little did they know, I knew exactly what was going on. I fired again. This time, I scored a direct hit on Katie's right arm as she tried to turn to avoid my throw. I quickly pounced on the ball and fired back at them, breaking the couple apart as they screamed and laughed in playful despair while I pounded them with shot after shot. The game resumed into a free for all and continued as such until I decided it was time for lunch. I told the devious little ones that they could stay in the pool while I made some sandwiches, but not to try anything stupid or dangerous. I was talking more to Abby, who liked to dive from the edges and perform all kinds of flips and stunts underwater while Michael always stayed wading around the shallow end. I went in and began to make some sandwiches; all the time keeping a close eye on ...

... the couple through the small kitchen window. Just as I hoped, Abby skipped her usual pool antics in favor of hanging closely by her boyfriend; frequently grabbing at his body and swimsuit and using every excuse in the world to repeatedly come into contact with the boy's body. Sure enough, from time to time she would back him into a wall and pretend to playfully squeeze him as she undoubtedly used her body to cop a feel of Michael's boyhood. Finally, I had all I could take. I finished preparing the last sandwich; then just left them there on napkins in the kitchen and went back outside, walked down the steps to the pool and waded over to the couple - who looked at me with inquisitive peculiarity as they remained pressed together with Abby 's backside against Michael's front. "You know...that feels a lot better if you turn around and face him," I told her in a matter of fact tone. Both kids stared at me with intent, youthful eagerness as I continued to look at them. Finally Abby slid away from him and slowly turned around to face the boy. I leaned casually up against the wall beside them. Abby got closer and closer to the boy but the two basically just stood their chest to chest- legs closed. "See...the way it works is...Michael, you're supposed to slide your feet out a little bit from the wall...and Abby, you're supposed to put your legs on each side of his and kind of sit in his lap." Michael immediately began to wiggle; sliding his feet outwards and causing him to sink down ...