It was now July 2025, and I was strolling the Thursday Night Downtown Farmers Market with my neighbor Steve. We had purchased various fruits and vegetables from the local farmers and were ready to stop at one of the outdoor patio bars for a cold beer and to people-watch.

We decided on Oak Valley Beer Company and were lucky enough to score a table for four against the waist-high wrought iron fence next to the sidewalk. This was a prime location to watch folks walk down the closed street and browse the fresh fruits and veggies. As we finished our first beer and were trying to decide if we should have another or go home, I recognized a tall woman from my past.

“Hey Steve,” I said. “Check out the tall brunette in the royal blue top and white shorts. Does she look familiar?”

Steve looked, saw the woman I mentioned, and turned to look at me. “Is that the hottie from the pool a few years ago?”

I smiled and nodded, “Yes. Cami Roberts.”

Right then, she and I locked eyes. We both smiled and waved. Cami nudged the young woman with her, said something, and the two walked towards us.

As they approached, I stood up, “Cami, so great to see you.”

When Cami was adjacent to the short fence, I leaned over, and we hugged.

She introduced me to her friend. “This is Mallory Scott. She teaches sixth grade at my school.”

I introduced Steve to both ladies, then looked at Cami and added, “Remember Steve from a few years ago?”

Cami laughed, “I sure do. He couldn’t leave fast enough.”

Steve tried to defend himself, but just babbled as he eyed Cami’s friend, Mallory. “Why don’t you two join us for a cold beer?” he said. The girls agreed and made their way into the restaurant and out to the patio.

After they sat down, we each shared a brief introduction about ourselves. Steve told the two he was a “newbie” in town of only ten years, and Mallory said she was born in Oak Valley, left town from age ten to twenty-three, age thirty-four, and was teaching sixth grade at Wedgewood Elementary.

Mallory asked, “Cami, how do you know Trent?”

“I was friends with his kids back in high school. We were in the same church group. They lived near the high school, so we’d spend a lot of time at Trent’s house. That house had a great backyard with a large pool,” Cami said.

I jumped in, “Yes, that was a great house for entertaining,” looking at Mallory. “But my wife and I grew apart when the kids went to college, so we got divorced.”

“You should see his new house. It has a pool and an outdoor kitchen. It’s better than the old house,” said Cami.

I agreed, “It is, but it’s more adult-oriented. No ping-pong table or Super Soaker water guns.”

Like me, Steve was divorced and about twenty-five years older than the two women. I also knew that Mallory was his type. She was a cute woman of average height, a pretty face, blue eyes, and long, wavy natural blonde hair. And big tits. Really big tits.

“Sixth grade? Wow, I bet all the boys have a crush on their teacher,” I teased.

Mallory blushed a bit, saying, “Yeah, a few of them. I’m careful with what I wear. Nothing too revealing up top.” She cupped her boobs and giggled them a split second, “They stare at the girls.”

“I can’t blame them,” said Steve instantly. “You’re really cute, and the girls are hard to miss.”

I looked at Steve, “Dude!”

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. I developed young. I had 36D’s by the time I was a fourteen-year-old freshman. I’m now a 40DD.”

“OK, changing the subject,” said Cami. “The four of us should have a pool party this weekend. Trent, what do you think?”

I agreed and we discussed a few details and settled on Saturday at 4:00 pm. I’d grill a tri-tip, prepare corn-on-the-cob and garlic bread on the barbecue. The girls said they’d bring fruit salad and a dessert. Steve oversaw the refreshments beer, margaritas, and bottled water.

**

Steve and I had set up the backyard in the morning, and I had finished preparing the food items when Steve arrived, bringing over all the margarita items, including large plastic margarita glasses.

“I’m jumping in the pool to cool off before the girls arrive,” said Steve. “They should be here pretty soon.”

I looked at the large clock near the outdoor kitchen, it read three-fifty-five. I had been envisioning taking Cami to my bedroom and fucking her brains out for the past two days. I was hoping Steve and Mallory would connect, allowing Cami and me a chance to get naked.

“What are you thinking about?” said Steve, as he walked back from the pool, dripping water on the warm concrete.

I laughed, “I was thinking you better hit it off with 'Big Tits Mallory' so I can fuck Cami.”

Right then, we heard the side gate latch clank, then, “Trent! Steve! We’re here!”

The two young women came around the corner, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Cami looked great, just as I remembered from a few years ago. The mild-mannered schoolteacher’s neon pink bikini top was small, barely covering her areolas on her big boobs. She had on matching bottoms, but it was hard to see through her fishnet sarong.

After exchanging hellos, we all ended up in the pool with our first round of margaritas. We had pool noodles and floaties as we bobbed up and down in the shallow end of the pool. Music played over the sound system, and Steve kept making a fresh pitcher of margaritas to keep our drinks flowing.

I asked Mallory if she was dating anyone or had been on any dates lately, and she said no. But that did break the ice to talk about dating, and then sex. Both girls admitted that they had not been sexual in about six to eight months, while Steve said five, and I confessed to a long ten-month dry spell.

“I get men of all ages hitting on me because of my big tits,” giggled Mallory. “High school boys, forty-year-olds with their kids, even old men in their seventies.”

“In their defense,” I said. “You are extremely attractive, and you do have great tits. Big, a nice shape, and not saggy water balloons.”

Steve jumped on the bandwagon, “Yeah, they are amazing.”

“Mal,” said Cami, “let Steve feel them.” She then looked at me and winked.

“What the hell, ok,” the buxom blonde said. Mallory then removed her bikini top and took a few steps toward Steve. “Go ahead, give the girls a little squeeze.”

Dumbfounded, Steve looked at me, then said, “Whaddya think?”

Laughing, I said, “I think you should do as Mallory asked. Give those beautiful boobs a feel.”

Steve set his drink down on the pool deck, looked at Mal and her big tits, and thought to himself, “Do it! Be gentle. Tease her nipples. Don’t let go.”

“I feel kinda creepy,” he said softly as he moved his hands toward her large milk melons.

Steve’s hands softly cupped the bottoms of her breasts. He noticed how heavy they felt as he lifted them slightly. His hands moved in unison toward the outside of her breasts, and then his palms covered her large, pink areolas and soft, puffy nipples. His hands gave her a long, soft squeeze.

“Mmmm, that feels nice. You know what you’re doing,” Mallory sighed.

Steve smiled, “Thanks.”

She pulled his head down toward her tits, telling Steve, “Go ahead, lick and suck the girls.”

“Go for it, Steve,” said Cami loudly. She then looked at me and pressed her fake tits against my chest as we began kissing.

As we broke from our kiss, I led Cami out of the pool, we lay down on one of the double-wide loungers and resumed our kissing. Our hands were soon wandering, and Cami mounted me in cowgirl. She then took off her bikini top.

I heard Mallory tell Steve she wanted to lie down too, and they were soon on the other lounger, about ten feet away.

My mind was racing. How far will the girls go today? Right here on the patio? Next to each other? I thought I’d wait a few minutes and ask Cami quietly if she’d like to go to my bedroom.

Cami and I were grinding and humping when she whispered, “Take off your board shorts.”

I raised my hips and shimmied the wet board shorts down my legs. Cami stood up, pulled off my shorts, and kneeled adjacent to our lounger. She started licking my nipple and stroking my “George Costanza” cock. As my erection grew, she started licking and sucking on my cock.

“Steve, fuck me,” I heard Mallory say. “I need this big cock in me.”

Cami, looking past me at the other couple, whispered, “He’s about eight inches. Did you know he’s hung?”

I turned to see Steve’s huge cock about to enter Mallory’s pussy from behind. He noticed we were looking, smiled, and then slapped her ass. “No clue,” I told her.

Cami slowly mounted my throbbing cock in cowgirl. As she sat tall in the saddle, she began playing with her enhanced tits, rubbing, and squeezing her 36D boobs.

“Mallory, you look so hot on all fours,” Cami announced.

Mal laughed, “You just like my ass!”

From my vantage point, I had a magnificent view of the other couple. Steve was banging her with slow methodical thrusts. He slapped her ass one more time and then wrapped her long blonde hair around his hand, pulling her head back. “You want it hard and fast? I bet you like it rough too!” Steve snarled.

Mallory turned her head slightly, trying to look at Steve, “Yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Give it to me you big stud!”

Cami and I looked at each other, a bit surprised. “You cock whore, Mal!” said Cami.

The blonde babe admitted, “Hey, I’m a size queen. I like to be stretched.”

I turned my attention back to Cami and busting my nut. She was now rocking on me as we had been in cowgirl for about ten minutes. I suggested she spin around and get in reverse cowgirl for a few minutes.

As Cami resumed her slow rocking, I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful browneye staring right at me. I licked my finger and teased her by circling her starfish.

“Oh, shit. That feels so good, Trent,” she moaned. “Stick it in my ass. Then add a second finger.”

I did as she requested, and I was soon fucking her tight bung hole with two of my fingers. Cami was moaning as I buried my digits deep in her ass.

“I’m going to cum soon,” she said. “Cum with me!”

Cami began rubbing my balls as she started pounding her pussy on my stiff cock. She’d rock forward and then slam her ass back against my pelvis. After four more powerful slams against my groin, I knew I was going to reach the finish line.

“Yes! I’m right there!” I exclaimed.

“Cum in my pussy! Fill me with your seed!” panted Cami.

Just as she finished that sentence, her tight young pussy started to quiver and spasm on my throbbing cock. I continued to piston in and out of her wet pussy as Cami became a babbling cock slut.

“Fuck me, Trent! Make my cunt yours! Cum in my pussy!” she yelled.

I finally reached climax, shouting for the entire neighborhood to hear, “Fuck yes! You’re such a good fuck!” I said. “Now suck my balls.”

Before I knew what happened, Cami was between my legs, licking and sucking his cock and balls. A few minutes later, Steve was on his back with Mallory performing her oral talents on his love muscle and drained spunk spheres.

Laughing, Steve looked at Trent and mumbled, “This is not how I envisioned this cookout going.”

“Me either,” I told my neighbor. “But I bet you’re very happy?”

“Very happy!” said Steve.

The End of Chapter Two.

End of the short series.