From the Lifeguard 4 Story After she was finally done cumming, she pulled her now flaccid penis out of my mouth and proceeded to give me a big French kiss and started sucking the remainder of her cum into her mouth. We started hugging and kissing and kissing and hugging. That was even fun.After a few minutes of doing this, we just laid there giggling and laughing about what we had just done.Caley then said, “You are one sick boy.”I then said the only sensible, normal thing an eighteen-year-old boy would say after a day of sex and having his virgin ass pounded by a beautiful transexual, swapping cum, twice ejaculating without being touched…“I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”She didn’t laugh. She didn’t act disgusted. She didn’t even blink or say anything but continued to look me in my eyes.I knew I had blown it. How could a human being make a decision or choice like that after only three hours of meeting someone? It was preposterous. It was insane.Then she said the words I totally wasn’t expecting, “I love you too.”Then she kissed me so softly it took my breath away. Lifeguard 5 As we walked downstairs hand-in-hand looking for our parents it appeared that the party was over. We walked to the living room that had a huge couch and matching chairs. On the couch was my mother and Caley’s mother Belle. My mother was being spooned by Belle. My mother was petite (I got my height from my father) while Belle was close to six feet tall. Belle had her arm wrapped around my mother’s chest and was pinching one of her nipples. The other hand was between her escort bayan legs and she had two and sometimes three fingers inserted into my Mom’s pussy. My Mom seemed to be shuddering every ten to fifteen seconds and about every sixty seconds seemed to be having an orgasm. Of course, I knew what her orgasm looked like as we had shared many of hers and mine as well.This was one beautiful sight indeed.I was so mesmerized by what I was seeing that I didn’t even notice Caley and I were no longer holding hands.Crap, the woman I loved I had totally forgotten about as I watched two beautiful women make love.As I started to look around for Caley I suddenly saw her slide into a spoon with her mother, sporting a hardon, again, and drive quickly and easily into her mother’s pussy. Basically, girl-on-girl-on-girl-with-penis.Now I had come three times already that afternoon. Once into Caley’s mother’s pussy. Once handsfree just seeing Caley walk out of the pool. And once after getting my ass fucked for the first time by my true love Caley. Another handsfree ejaculation.Now there was my one true love, dropping me like a hot potato and pounding on her mother’s pussy while her mother was hand-fucking my mother.I started stroking my dick. It got hard again.Ahhh, the glory of youth.Then I heard the unforgettable sound of slap, slap, slap.I turned and there was my Dad getting absolutely hammered by Caley’s father, Derick. Now I knew where Caley got her hung-ness.Thinking fast, I did the next most natural thing- I stuck my penis in my Dad’s mouth, Gave Derick a high-five, and came like a kocaeli escort bayan tornado was chasing me.I woke up sometime later and all was quiet. I looked around and everyone was in various poses of satiation.My mother was in Derick’s arms. My Dad’s head was on his thigh. Belle was curled up next to all of them (I told you it was a big couch)…And Caley was asleep, in my arms in one of the big chairs. How did I miss that detail?I promptly went back to sleep.Sometime later, my mother shook me, kind of awake, I groggily got up, kissed Caley good night, professed my love for her again in case she forgot (I’d known for a good seven to eight hours by then), stumbled to the car, fell asleep again and woke up the next morning in bed.Was it a dream?My ass was sore this morning.Nope, it wasn’t.I smiled and got cleaned up to go to work for just another day at the pool.My parents had both left for work so nobody was there to make sure I was de-spunked before work. But today, it didn’t really seem to matter. I didn’t really need to be unloaded before work.I got to the pool and started my daily assignments. Something must have changed in me. The girls and women dripping wet getting out of the pool didn’t get me hard like it had done just days before. I seemed to walk taller with more confidence. Maybe it made my penis project differently out of my Speedos… I don’t know, it was just different.Yet, every time I thought of Caley I got a total rager. My dick was sore, my butt was sore and getting a raging hardon wasn’t as comfortable as in the previous kocaeli escort days. On top of that, halfway through the day I realized I didn’t know how to get hold of Caley. What a moron!Thankfully my total moron-ness was saved by my Mom texting me Caley’s cellphone number. Wow, what a great Mom.She’ll fuck me and then she’ll help me pick up women. What a babe.I texted Caley on my next break. I texted her that my Mom had given me her number (she knew). I offered a simple hello and said I’d love to talk with her later that evening. She sent a simple smile and a thumbs-up. It made me tingle.I got home at about 6 PM.My parents were waiting for me with drinks in their hands.Was I in trouble?My Mom started out by asking, “Did you have fun yesterday?”All I could do was smile that shit-eaten grin only a dumbshit teenage boy can give and then respond accordingly, “Ah, yeah, it was fun.”Again, what a moron. And in a fashion, they read me the riot act…What I learned: Derick was a former NBA basketball player who blew out his knees early in his career. Instead of sports playing, he went into sports media and now runs a business with 300+ employees. Belle went to law school, practiced law with a big firm and struck out on her own as a sports agent. She represented some of the biggest names in sports that when my mother told me some of the names I was very impressed. He and Belle started dating in high school. Caley was starting law school that fall, at age twenty at Georgetown. Yes, she was every bit an overachiever just like her parents. And she wanted to go into media representation as a hybrid between her mother and father. She was very committed to excellence just as her parents. She knew where she wanted to go.I was thinking, “How do my parents know so much about these people?” But again, I was too much of a moron to ask.