What Do You Call It?

It was his cock. His cock was hanging as limp as over cooked spaghetti. Speaking for myself, it takes one incredible orgasm or two really good ones to leave me that empty.

"What did you say?" Lynne came around behind him. She saw Jen first and started in surprise. Then she saw me and stepped back - too late.

Her inner thighs were dripping in cum and her labia were long and stretched.

"Son of a bitch!" I swam to the side of the pool, got out and walked right past them. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. I was halfway to the gate when Lynne called out.

"Jeff! Jeffery! Don't leave now, we need to talk about this - with everyone. It's not what you think."

I stopped and turned. I looked right at her used sex and Dave's dripping cum.

"It's not what I think? Oh yeah? Ok Lynne - what do you call it?"

Even in the evening light I could see the answer in her eyes.

"Yeah - that's what I call it too."

The loud 'klatch' of the gate closing behind seemed to follow me like an echo all the way back to our house.

Our house.

It seemed mighty empty right now.