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By the Pool	By : sss979 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-By the Pool
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I didn't write all of this. Like many of my other works posted here, it was a joint effort. I just compiled it from a free-for-all RPG. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and the not-so-innocent) and this is the single longest sex-scene I've ever put my hand to. (Tho there is at least one Ninja Turtles scene I know of that is longer...)
They weren't really supposed to know anything about today being special, but they did. It had taken forever, but they'd finally pried it out of Mike. That was almost three months ago. Three months, they'd been planning, and keeping the plans a secret. They wanted it to be a surprise for all of them. This was gonna be one hell of a party...
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The six figures paused as the pool came into view. Its lights were on and they reflected beneath the calm, glassy surface. Set apart from the pool was a jacuzzi, already bubbling and fizzing. A bar to the side was covered with fruit and alcoholic beverages, and a bottle of chocolate sauce resting on the edge of the counter immediately caught Mike's eye.
"Wow," he mumbled, glancing at the scantly-dressed woman beside him. She was barefoot, in a short skirt and a thin, pull-over blouse that was nearly see through, and not accompanied by a bra. On the other side of her, Raph was grinning at the scene, his arm around her shoulders. To his right, between Leo and Don, a dark haired woman stood in red high heels and a trenchcoat tied tightly around her hips.
"You uh... really didn't have to do all this," Don stammered, taking in the scene.
Raph pulled away from the group. "Hey, girls, what's this mean?" They all turned as he swiveled the sign around so they could read it more easily, grinning slyly. No clothing beyong this point.
Jet smiled seductively, rolling her shers ers back as her hands dropped from the shoulders of the turtles on each side. "I'll show you."
In one clean movement, she untied the jacket around her and let it fall to the patio. Four wide-eyed turtles stared at her naked figure as she turned, like a model on a catwalk, her heels clicking on the cement. She turned and kicked the shoes into the grass, then peeked over her shoulder at the onlookers. "Like?" she smiled, arching her back in a sexy pose. Four teenage turtles were getting a little uncomfortable inside their shells.
Dawn raised her shirt over her head and approached Donatello, topless. His eyes widened as he studied her figure, swallowing hard. "Donny, do I still have that mole beside my left breast?" she questioned. "Could you check for me?"
Raphael couldn't hide a smile as he watched his brother take a slight step back. It didn't deter her from licking his lips, or pressing her breasts hard against his arm. "Drink?" she whispered.
"Uh... yeah."
Raph watched her as she made her way to the bar, clothed only in a short skirt that hugged her hips and didn't hide much anyhow, then turned his attention to the pool. "Screwdrivers or Sex on the Beach, Don?"
"What?"
He could feel his brother blush.
"Oh!" he realized, his face flushing. "You mean a drink?"
Dawn turned and grinned evilly at him. "Yeah, well, that too," she teased.
Raph laughed to himself and eyed the pool again. This was gonna be a wild party... and he needed to untense. He turned away and walked to the deep end of the pool water, watching the calm surface as it reflected the moonlight. "I could mix up a coupla Blowjobs," she continued, happily torturing Donatello.
"Uh... yeah. That works."
Dawn giggled and Raph glanced once more at her before diving head first into the pool. He would drink later. For the moment, he concentrated on the cooter ter against his skin. Mmm... that felt good...
Dawn returned from the bar with a shooter tray. "One tray of blowjobs, sex on the beach and nipple twisters ready to go!" she grinned seductively. She handed Donatello one of the glasses and slammed her own, throwing it down her throat.
Jet sank down into the jacuzzi and put her back right up to the jets. She watched as Dawn administered what she knew - or at least hoped - would be the first of many drinks to Leonardo. She'ver ver thought him to be much of a partier, and she hoped they could get him to loosen up. "There you go, Leo," Dawn whispered reassuringly. She handed the tray to Don and rested her hands on Leo's shoulders, massaging hard. Jet smiled. That had to feel good. They'd get him to relax yet... "Ease up a little," Dawn sighed. "I won't bite. Hard."
Mike knelt behind Jet, resting his hands on her shoulders, and rubbed gently. She moaned slightly. "You're psychic, Mikey, you know that?"
He laughed. "Well, now that you mention it..."
She smiled and leaned forward, pulling her hair aside. "Knock yerself out," she mumbled. "That feels nice." She glanced up and saw Dawn kiss the back of Leo's neck, her hands running down his arms as they rubbed at him. Donatello stood silent, his eyes slightly wider than normal.
"Hey Donny!" He started at the sound of his name and his eyes turned to Jet. She smiled. "Pass me a nipple twister..."
He brought the entire tray over to Jet and set it down beside her and Mike. He looked around once more and looked down into the tub as he felt her slender fingers on his shin. "Care to join me?" she offered.
He tensed slightly, stepping back. "Uh... that's okay."
She raised an eyebrow at him. He was gonna take some work, too. Either that or some alcohol... "Well, in that case..." she grinned. She lifted another glass, hoping he would take it. "Have another drink!"
He took the glass and smiled slightly at her before turning away. She watched him go, moving against Mike's gentle hands on her shoulders. He sat down on the grass and sipped at his drink. It was his second already. Iuldnuldn't be long before he got a little uninhibited.
Jet looked up as Dawn approached the tub, smiling. She craned her neck to see the bar, and caught a glimpse of Leo with another full glass. "His second?" she guessed.
Dawn only shrugged, grinning. "Give him about five minutes."
Mike listened, amused by their confidence, but said nothing. Dawn smiled as she watched his hands on Jet's shoulders. "Mmm, that looks nice," she observed, glancing around her. "Excuse me while I go find Don."
Donatello wasn't hard to find. He was still on the grass, staring at the pool, a little awestruck by all this. They didn't have to go through all this trouble... How did they even know? Why were they doing this?
"Donny... where are you?" The sound of Dawn's voice caused him to look up. "There you are!" She grinned as he came into view. She knelt, then sat down in his lap, pressing her warm breasts to his plastron. "Hello," she greeted brightly.
He rested a hand on her thigh, a safe distance below her skirt, but didn't resist her as she placed her hand over his and guided it up, under the hem. "Hi."
She thrust her chest out, arching her back slightly. "Do you see it?" she pouted. "I know it was here..."
Donny's eyes ran over her and an involuntary smile crept across his face. He was feeling a little lightheaded already, and she was beautiful... "I don't see any mole."
"Mmm," she acknowledged. "Maybe it was on my leg..."
He leaned back on his arms for a moment as she wiggled out of her skirt. After a few seconds, he moved his hands to help her - it seemed like the polite thing to do - but it was obvious she didn't need assistance. She pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt down, and kicked it to one side before resettling into his lap. "Mmm... that's better," she whispered. "Au naturale."
Jet watched them and smiled contentedly as she downed another shot. He was relaxing. That was good. Leo was at the bar, engaged in a conversation with Raph, ie poe pool, that was too quiet to hear. She offered a drink to Mike. "Don't know what this one is, but I figure s'all good."
There was a quiet splash and Leo leaned back, shielding himself from a spray of water coming from his brother. Raph slipped under the water's surface again and remained under long after Leo had gone back to his drink. She didn't even think to count until she caught herself starting to worry, and had to remind herself that he was a turtle, after all. He wasn't going to drown in a swimming pool.
Once she started counting, she was almost to forty-five when he resurfaced. She smiled. "Hey Raph!" He spun, flicking water from his bandana. It whipped around and clung to his neck. She smiled. "C'mere. You can't be havin' fun in that cold water, all by yerself."
There was no hesitation. He lunged toward Jet, making waves as he scrambled up and out of the pool. The water sloshed over the deck and into the hot tub, and she squealed. She stood up, pulling away from Mike's expert hands, the warm water running down her breasts and dripping steadily from her nipples. She could feel them hardening against the cool, night air.
She offered both hands up to help pull Raph in. "Git in here!" she urged, laughing.
Raphael grabbed a drink and downed it in about a second and a half before jumping into the water. He kissed her hard, not giving her much forewarning. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling backward and and met his passion head-on, molding her body against his. She pulled him down into the water with her and he slipped down further, out of her grasp, as she sat back against the wall of the tub.
He kissed down her chest, taking a deep breath before vanishing beneath the water's surface. His hands rested on her knees and he spread her legs. Her eyes went wide. No such thing as foreplay with this one... She resisted him, putting up a token struggle against his efforts to open her legs. She wouldn't hold out on him, but he was fun when he was frustrated. She knew that from experience...
A few yards away, sprawled in the grass, Donatello's hand ran over Dawn's hip, down her thigh, back up the inside of it. She shuddered a little as he touched her, then reached out and pulled his head in for a long kiss. His lips parted, accepting her. He could taste a different blend of alcohol on her tongue, and the scent of her perfume was much clearer now. He'd always known that alcohol was supposed to dull one's senses, but his felt just as acute as ever... and he was liking it.
Dawn shifted slightly, parting her thighs and allowing him access. He traced lightly, barely touching her. An instinct inside of him wanted to tease, and to impress her. He responded to her kiss with the same level of passion she showed for him, and smiled to himself as he felt her shudder. Her nails ran up and down his thighs, arms, neck... anywhere she could touch skin. He moaned quietly and explored up the front of her body, cupping her breast, massaging gently.
Jet's fingers caressed Raphael's shoulders beneath the water and ran down his sides. She parted her legs slightly at his prodding. But she hadn't responded fast enough. He ran his hands down quickly, grabbed hold of her ankles, and yanked her away from the wall and the seat she was on, pulling her underwater suddenly. She gulped air, knowing she had no time to cry out, and plunged under the water in a thrilling rush.
Raph backed up and let her resurface, not sure if she'd managed to catch a breath before going under. He came up beside her and their lips met immediately. He was too engrossed in her kisses to notice when Mike swiped the tray and headed to the lawn where Don and the other girl were seated.
Smiling, he grabbed the bottle of chocolate and popped open the cap. He tipped the bottle upside down, drizzling it on Dawn's legs and his brothers. Dawn giggled as the thick, sticky liquid seeped over her skin, and arched slightly, stretching into Donatello's hand. Her lips and tongue traced his pulse down his throat, then across the upper edge of his plastron, her tongue slipping between shell and sensitive skin.
At their feet, Mike began lickinissiissing, and nibbling his way up into the tangle of legs. Don's legs, Dawn's legs. It didn't matter. He touched and stroked as he moved steadily upward, spreading the chocolate mess and licking it up from new areas. Dawn moaned a little as Mike sucked at her skin, and leaned into Don, urging him to explore further. One hand slid down his shell toward the lower edge of his plastron. The other reached back to caress the back of Mike's head, her fingers working at his bandana until it fell onto her legs. He nudged it aside and continued, undeterred.
Leo had been taking in the scene quietly. Now he finished off the last of his drink and approached the hot tub. He slipped down into the warm water and shot his brother a cocky grin.
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