Poolside (Patreon)

To say that it’s hot in Spoonerville this time of year would be a mild understatement, a giant blob of high pressure having parked over Ohio, sending temperatures into record-smashing territory. With the boys out of college for their summer break and midwestern air conditioning just not able to keep up with Sahara-like temperatures, the menfolk of the Pete and Goof clans resign themselves to lounging around Pete’s pool. It’s too oppressive in the house to watch the game and too hot out to even think about firing up the inferno that is Peter’s grill.  So the foursome does what comes naturally…drink beer and talk smack.

Inside, Peg toils away in the kitchen, making cold cut sandwiches for the boys, if anything, just to cut into the two cases of beer they’ve gone through. Well, that and it just too damned sweltering inside to even consider turning on the stove. In little more than a thin tee-shirt and the scantest piece of denim that can be considered a pair of jeans shorts, the woman of the house wipes a bead of sweat from the tip of her nose as she slathers mayo onto slices of bread. Ham and bologna applied, Peg makes a feigned effort to cool her mammoth mammaries, lifting them to get a little airflow…her underboob sweat having already left two crescent-shaped silhouettes on the front of her shirt.

Peg: Oh, fuck this. I’m getting in the pool.

Platter in hand, a barefoot Peg plods her way out onto the patio, practically dancing on the lava-like concrete as she deposits the sandwiches on a nearby picnic table.

Peg: Shit, shit, shiiit!

Goofy: S’matter, Peggles? Got the hot-foot? Ah-h’yuck!

Peg, her feet burning, doesn’t even bother to respond with one of her trademark snarky remarks. Instead, she makes a beeline for the pool, the foursome of men watching as her butt cheeks jounce and jiggle, practically falling out of her barely there shorts. A quick leap and… Max and PJ, sitting at the pool's edge, their legs dangling in the water, have the best vantage point. Their eyes widen as Peg’s huge breasts float upwards, seemingly in slow motion as she unceremoniously splashes into the deep end. But not before catching the briefest glimpse of her puffy labia, pooched out around the thin strip of denim that scarcely covers her naughtier bits.

The two slightly inebriated old men belly laugh as she disappears into the water, guffawing at Peg’s misfortune. Max and PJ, several beers in themselves, aren’t laughing; the pair share a knowing grin instead.

Max: (whispering) Duuuude.

PJ: (whispering) I know, right?

Peg's head emerges from the water with a scowl, eyeing the pair of elder men as they continue to laugh at her expense. Pete, however, knows that scolding look all too well, and chuckles to a stop…lest he face the woman’s full wrath when the Goofs have gone home.

Pete: C’mon, Goof. Grab a coupla cold ones, and I’ll show you that new fish finders I put in the boat.

Pete and Goofy, a beer in each hand, plod around the corner of the house and out of sight, leaving Peg to wade towards the shallow end of the pool. The two college-age men look on as Peg swipes her now long and stringy wet hair from her face, the smiles on their faces more lecherous-intending than amused. Just as she touches bottom on the shallow end, the pair slip into the water, Peg rolling her eyes at the young men’s matching, lustful, upturned smirks.

Peg: You boys find that funny, too?

Max and PJ: (in unison) No, ma’am.

Peg pops the metal button on her barely there shorts, pushing them down her hips as she wades towards them, her white and now completely see-through tee leaving nothing to the imagination. Her shorts float away as she kicks them from her ankles, the pair of hounds follow suit, wriggling their trunks down. Max, with his extreme length, and PJ, with his no-joke girth, Peg sidles up to them, grabbing both of them mid-shaft.

Aside from the collection of shorts floating along the bottom of the pool, any passersby wouldn’t give them a second glance…just a trio splashing around in their pool on a hot summer’s day.

Peg swings a thigh over PJ’s hip and then the other, guiding herself onto his thick shaft. The redhead lets out a stuttering sigh, the water pressure only amplifying the young man’s more than generous circumference as she slips down its length. Max floats around behind her, watching as Peg smiles, biting her lower lip in anticipation of having both of them inside her.

Now in their sophomore year at Spoonerville College, it had been years since they’d last tag-teamed her, spit-roasting her on the dining room table while Pete was at work and then, later, doubling down on her in the master bedroom while Pete snoozed in front of the living room television .

Peg lets out a little squeak of excitement, feeling Max’s enormous head brush against her sphincter. The squeak, however, instantly turns into a juttering groan, sending Peg into a full-body quiver as Max pushes into her previously occupied hole. PJ had once been weirded out by the very idea of another man’s Johnson being anywhere remotely close to touching his. Now, however…what with a few years of the whole ‘college experience’…PJ gives her a toothy grin, gripping her tan-lined hips as she writhes and jounces. And, though he’d never admit it, not even in a million years, he kinda enjoys the sensation of Max’s long musculature crammed against his.  Well, while in the confines of Peg’s tightly squeezing vadge that is.

Centimeter by centimeter, Peg all but forgets to breathe as Max stuffs himself further into her overburdened hole. That sensation of every space and void being pressed flat when Goofy is inside her… No, she is well beyond the Goof-limit. So much so that, if she could stop her eyes from rolling back in her head long enough to look down, she might actually laugh (or cry out in surprise) at the absurdly large, almost anime-caliber bulge in her belly.

After a short eternity of writhing and squirming, Peg is only given a scant few seconds to compose herself, just long enough to give both of the young men an almost pleading expression that says nothing short of 'please be gentle'…knowing full well that they won’t. One then the other, pistoning in opposite directions, Peg squeals with delight, sounding more like a plaid-skirted, giddy little schoolgirl than a middle-aged housewife. It isn’t until they get out of sync, Max and PJ thrusting up and into her at the same time, that she absolutely howls with delight.

Peg: H’OOHHMY… H’OHHMY… H’OOOHHMYGAWD, YEESSSS!! OHFUCK, OHFUCK, OHFUCK… D-D-DON’T YOU D-DARE STOP!!

Meanwhile, up on Pete’s boat, their beers nearly consumed, Goofy’s ears perk up to the sound of a baying animal.

Goofy: Yer, uhhhh… Yer neighbors get’uh new dog there, Petey?

Peg can't help but burst out with strings of expletives, again and again. Over and over, the pair of hounds monstrous heads pound against Peg's cervix. The in-and-out suction of the water rippling past her, overtaxing and stretching her thin lips, sends her into a flurry of shivers, her pressed-flat Gräfenberg spot having put her into sensation overload some time ago.

Peg: I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA... H'OHGAWD I'M GONNA...

Peg's vision narrows, like looking down a long, dark tunnel. Her entire body spasms, her hips bucking hard at the giant intruders. Fists and toes clenched to near cramping, all she can do is let out a long 'ffff' sounding exhale through gritted teeth as wave after unending wave of pleasure courses through her core. Peg slumps forward, shivering uncontrollably as her forehead comes to rest against PJ's chest, her body completely spent.

So intense and focused, Peg had scarcely noticed when both the young men had drowned her womb with their seed, the water's suction pulling it out of her just as quickly as they could pump it in. Peg, blinking back to reality and finally noticing the milky white haze that surrounds them, lets out a little bark of a laugh at the sight of the ever-growing plume.

Finally noticing the pair of shadows...one fat, the other skinny...looming over the trio garners a slightly more cringe-worthy reaction. Peg, her well-hung pair of suitors still very much stuffed inside her, looks up at the sun-backlit figures with a sheepish grin.

Goofy: Jeepers, Petey... Your pool guy is gonna be pissed!

Pete: (growling, annoyed) I'm the pool guy.

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