“Enough, slave!” Goddess cries. “Let your fingers not linger on that heavenly flesh! ‘Tis far too fine for the likes of you! On your feet now! You will stand at attention at the side of the pool and observe every instant of our divine congress. Let it be a torment and a lesson to you both!”
That it certainly is. Watching these fabulously endowed beings skinny-dipping is frustratingly arousing enough. The bottom-lit pool casts undulant shadows across their bodies, and the clear bright water allows me to see them entirely. For long minutes they frolic in their intoxicated glee, and so alluring are their antics that suspense never touches me. But soon splashing and playing turns to kissing and groping, and my guts start churning even as my heart pounds in my chest, head, and c**k. Slowly the
