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The Pool

By: KM_Martin



It was one of the first days of summer and the temperature was climbing into the low 90's. I decided that I should try out the pool in the apartment complex that I had moved into only a couple of months ago. I took my small ice chest with a few beers in it to have something cold to drink while I relaxed. I watched the neighbor kids splashing and having a good time. I thought it sure would be nice if one of those pretty single moms would show up so I would have something to look at. Man do I love looking at women in bathing suits. One piece, two pieces I did not care. I just adored a woman with a nice figure wearing tight fitting swimwear. 

After I had been there about 20 minutes I noticed a woman with a beach towel wrapped around her breasts walking toward the pool. From the distance I could only really see that she had short blonde hair but I continued to watch until she walked around the front of me and toward a lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool. She dropped the towel revealing A nice toned body as she spread the towel over the chair. She turned toward me and surveyed the area as if to see if there were any other adults there. She looked at me and then gave me a quick short wave of her hand. Damn, I hoped she did not think that those kids were all mine or something. 

She spread her legs and gently sat down in the chair. I thought how I really like the bikini she was wearing. A two piece outfit that was barely hugging her ass and the top did not have any shoulder straps. Her tits strained against the material and her 36c's were overflowing around the sides. I stared at her while I sat in my chair in the shadow of the tree I was under. She on the other hand was in the full sunshine of the afternoon. She opened a bottle of sun tan lotion and squeezed a generous portion in one of her hands and began spreading it over her legs. Sliding her hands up between her thighs and lightly brushing her pussy. I began to feel a rise in my swim trunks and thought how nice it would be to spread the lotion for her all over her body. 

I got up and stepped into the pool. I wanted to swim over near to where she was lounging so I might be able to get a better look at the area between her legs. I got there and I took a couple of passing glances to check her out. She was wearing sunglasses so I could not tell if she had her eyes open or closed. Boldly took a long hard look at her. Well, at her breasts and pussy area anyway. I just did not know for sure if she was watching or if she had her eyes closed. After several minutes of looking and lusting for her I got out of the pool and went back towards my chair opened another beer and admired her from the distance. 

Just as I got comfortable in my chair she got up and dove into the pool. I thought, damn my luck and I just got out! She swam over to the side of the pool near me and the rested along the side. It was only about three feet deep and when she stood up I could she that the cool water on her body affected her cause her nipples were erect. My cock rose and I know I was flush thinking about those nipple being sucked into my mouth and flicking them with my tongue was a wonderful thought. Then I noticed it. She was looking at me well to be more exact at me crotch. She swam back to the other side of the pool and climbed out. When she got back into the lounge chair she held a hand over her face as if to block the sunlight and see better. She raised her knees up with her feet under her slight so that she could get a bit more comfortable in the chair. She thrust her hips into the air a little while she adjust her bikini bottoms. Using her fingers the pull the material away from her thighs and ass cheeks. This drove me crazy with desire. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.

She reached for her bottle of lotion again and was trying to smear it onto her back. She was having such a hard time that I thought her tits were going to pop out of her top. I threw caution to the wind, got up and walked to her. I watched her the entire way struggle with the lotion. As I got there she looked at me and I asked if she would like some help. Of course she said yes and that her arms were hurting badly now. I took the lotion and began massaging it onto her back making sure I got every part of her back even under the thin strap that held her top on. I massaged with both hands around to the edges of her round firm tits. I heard a soft moan as she complimented me on the way I used my hands. She turned and laid face down on the chair and asked if I would put some lotion on the back of her legs. I quickly got more lotion and did as I was asked.

As I rubbed the lotion on the back of her legs I purposely got too much on her thighs and reach in between them the smooth it out. She opened her legs and allowed the easy access that I had wanted. I moved my hands in large round circles and moved closer with each round toward her pussy. I actually touched her a couple of times without protest from her. Afterward she turned her head towards me and we talked for several minutes about life in general. Her mane was Ann and she had only moved into the apartments a month ago and was really bored so she decided that she would come and tan for a little while. She began staring at the area between my legs and she must of got an eyeful cause my cock was hard and my trunks were bulging up. She rolled over and grabbed the lotion again.

This time she began rubbing the oil onto her legs and thighs again. I could not help but to watch and wish she would touch that wonderful pussy for me and then ask I could help her spread it. She suddenly spoke and commented that everyone was gone from the pool area except us and that now she did not worry about putting lotion all the way up her thigh. She began pulling the material away from the inside of her thigh with one hand and rubbing the other hand slightly under the cloth. She open enough that I could see her pussy was completely shaven. 

My tongue must have been hanging to the ground and asked if I wanted to do that for her. I said yes but she should be careful cause I might just forget the lotion. "What a bad boy you are." She commented and said that she just might like that idea. We turned the chairs so that casual passers could not see me run my hand up between her legs and inside the bikini bottoms. DAMN she was wet. I realized that she wanted the same thing. I pushed a finger into the velvety folds of her pussy and got my first two fingers as wet as I could. I slid one finger into her twat as my other play with her clit. She began to raise her hips up and down fucking my fingers. Moments later under her breath I would hear her mumble that she was cumming.

She thanked me for the orgasm and asked if I would like to have dinner at her place with her. Of course I said. We gathered our things and walked to her apartment. As soon as we entered the apartment she closed the door behind me and jumped me. Our lips locked together and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I was in heaven. I pulled her hard against me so I could feel her tits rubbing my chest and my cock ached at wanting to be released from its torturous position of being crushed between us. I untied her top and it pulled it from between us. Taking hold of one of her tits and massaging it roughly. She moaned and whispered that she wanted me to fuck her mouth. She knelt down and pulled my trunks to the floor. When she looked back at my cock it was only about an inch away from her mouth. 

She took me into one hand and began slow strong strokes. She stuck out her tongue and licked a stream of precum from me and vocally acknowledged her pleasure. She pushed the foreskin back and used her tongue to wet my entire length of manhood before opening her mouth wide and accepting my head in between her lips. She slid me in and out of her mouth slowly, as she would take a little bit more with each thrust. Finally I could feel her throat and was about to lose control with the sweet vibrations coming from her as she moaned. She felt I was about to cum also and said that she wanted me inside her pussy first. She wanted every bit of my cum deep inside her blazingly hot cunt. 

She got up and walked me to her bedroom as she removed the last bit of her bikini and dropped it to the floor. She stood before me with her back facing me. Bending over the bed she raised her hips a little and I could see her juices flowing down her thighs. I knelt down behind her and spread her ass wide and then placed my tongue in the middle of her wet hole. She shivered a bit form the excitement and slowly relaxed as I guided my tongue to her swollen clit. Licking lightly and slowly. , in circles and up and down. I traced the entire opening of her pussy before I put a finger deep into her. Her legs began to shake a little when I started licking her ass hole while I fucked her again with my finger. She was boisterous in her pleading to make her cum now. No I thought I want her to cum on my cock while I shot my load.

Sensing the end was near I stood up and took hold of my cock and guided myself to her waiting pussy. She said to stick it in her and fuck her hard. As I reached her opening I slid in full force with no resistance. She was so wet that she engulfed my cock easily as she forced herself back onto me. I started with slow deep and even strokes while she reached a hand to scratch my balls with her fingernails. God that felt so good. I watched my cock glide out to its tip and then back inside her full force. Picking up speed like an avalanche I pounded her pussy hard and fast feeling my balls slap against her hand has she fingered her own cunt. Suddenly she began to tense as the first wave of her orgasm took hold of her body. She almost fell as she got weak in her knees. This caused me to convulse and start shooting jets of sperm into her. She yelled that she could feel my cum slamming against her insides and that she was cumming again.

Exhausted, we fell onto the bed and relaxed from the intensity of our releases. I held her tight in my arms and she began to kiss me hard on the lips. Feeling she was not going to be able to do anymore I thanked her for the wonderful time. She said that it was not over yet and hoped I could go at it again. Of course I wanted to and knew I could go a few more times if she wanted. She reached for my cock which was still hard and wet from our cum. She stroked me a few moments and then turned her head toward my dick. Now I want to taste all of you she said besides the thought of tasting my own pussy on your cock is wonderful. She lowered her head and licked our cum from my dick before engulfing my entire length into her mouth. 

Her head moved up and down on me fast. I watched as she slid her lips down my pole and back again. I always loved the sight of a woman with my cock in her mouth. After about ten minutes of this I hardened to where I thought I would explode and then shot deep into her throat. So much came out of me the she could not swallow it all. I could see some of my jism escape from between her lips and stream down her cheek. Ann soon released the grip she had on me with her lips and even admitted that she had never swallowed a guy's jism before. She said it tasted musky and sweet at the same time and that she liked the way my cock jerked as I came. She especially liked the feeling of the spurts against the back of her throat. She thought she would orgasm again just at the feeling.

We spent the entire evening together talking and getting to know each other. She confessed that she had seen me in the apartment office before and how she thought I was cute. She said the other day she even watched me as I washed my car and almost came out to meet me then but figured I would not be interested in her. How wrong could she have been?

The Pool



We had just moved into our new home in Tulsa. After three corporate related moves in the past three years, my family was tired of moving and ready to settle down and put down permanent roots. Our college aged son and his two high school aged brothers balked at the latest move because they had become very popular at their last school. My wife and I had sired three strapping, muscular, handsome young men who were popular with both sexes. The stress of the move was alleviated somewhat when we found a home in a very secluded location that just happened to have a pool.

By Tulsa standards, we were a very liberal family. My wife and I had grown up as products of California "flower children". Peace, love, drugs, and rock-n-roll were more than just catch phrases in our 60's-era homes. We were both raised by very loving parents who encouraged us to embrace our fellow man and to experiment with life to its fullest. At a very young age I experienced sex at the hands of a family friend, all under the careful and watchful eye of my parents. Today, such an experience could be viewed as abusive, as child endangerment, or some other crazy notion. But, I can tell you that it was loving and beautiful. To this day, I believe my parents did the right thing for me, because I appreciate the human form and feel that I know what love is all about.

My wife, too, grew up with a similar healthy attitude about love and sex. And, we were mutual in our desire to give the same thing to our sons. 

In the 70's, before AIDS and other socio-political scares, I experimented in all areas of loving, including loving other men. It was just as wonderful and just as special as loving a woman. Given our environment, there was no stigma whatsoever attached to having any sort of gay relationship. My parents both believed I would eventually find and embrace the lifestyle that was right for me. I know they would have been just as loving and just as accepting had I decided to live as a gay man for all my days. They were, however, elated that I found a wife of similar beliefs, but more importantly, that we were able to give them three grandsons.

Jenny, my wife, went on her own sexual identity journey and had many female lovers during her teens and twenties. Even while we were dating, engaged, and even after we married, we both continued to explore our sexuality with the blessing of the other. 

It was, and continues to be, a great way to live one's life. Jenny and I are both open and accepting bisexuals. 

With the guidance of both our parents, and our own desires to provide the same love to our sons, we have encouraged our boys to explore and find their own sexual identities. Because of this, it is not unusual for any of our sons to be with a girl on Friday night and a boy on Saturday night. The difference today is our demands upon their practices of safe-sex and that they show a certain amount of discretion in their activities in our new, and ultra-conservative community. Their lifestyles aren't necessarily understood by the church-going crowd in Tulsa.

During the short time since moving into our new home, all three boys have made a number of friends. Kids seem to gravitate toward our home, not only just for our incredible swimming pool, but also because of our home environment. It is a bit more permissive than most local bible-thumper homes. There always seems to be at least one son and a handful of friends over using the pool. The remoteness of our property allows them the opportunity to enjoy themselves in total privacy, without prying eyes or ears. 

I provide all this information as a back-drop to an incredible experience that happened just a few months ago, and has continued to impact our lives in a spectacular way.

Jenny and the boys had to make a trip back to California to tie up some loose ends back at the business we sold before moving to Oklahoma. They opted to make the drive back west and would be gone for ten days or so. I, however, remained in Tulsa to stay focused on our new business venture. They're being gone allowed me to put in the time necessary at the office without feeling like I was cheating the family out of time at home. Before they left, however, our youngest son, Jimmy (yes, as in Hendrix), told a couple of buddies that it would be okay if they used the pool while he was out of town. I had no problem with it, since these were good kids just looking for a safe and quiet place to enjoy themselves.

One evening after an exceptionally tedious day at the office, I walked through the front door and upon looking though the great room to the pool, saw that Zach and Ray, a couple of Jimmy's friends were bouncing around out at the pool. As it was still daylight out, I had no reason to turn on any lights, so my entrance went totally un-noticed by the boys. I was a little disappointed in finding them, because for the last two hours, I kept myself going with the thought of going home, stripping down and taking a leisurely skinny-dip to unwind. With that prospect gone by the wayside, I decided to just relax in the den, listen to some tunes, and keep a watchful eye on the boys.

I changed into some comfortable shorts, t-shirt and Birkenstocks, grabbed a bottle of Anchor Steam, and proceeded to the den. I put on and old Grateful Dead live album and fell into the chair. 

I didn't mean to just sit and spy on the kids. I had every intention of making my presence known as soon as I had the opportunity to slightly re-charge my batteries. However, as I sat, I suddenly noticed two things that had changed since I had arrived. First, I noticed that two incredibly beautiful females were also in the pool area. They had been out of sight, sunning themselves on the upper patio. They could've been 16 years old. They could've been 18 or even 21. Their bodies were properly developed in all the right places and their stomachs and legs indicated that they were prone to taking care of themselves in the gym. The most incredible feature was the fact that both of these gorgeous brunettes were topless. The lack of tan lines indicated that they were not strangers to topless sunning.

As I collected myself and chastised myself for lusting after two such young creatures, my sight was directed to the other change. There was Zach on our diving board, getting ready to jump in. Ray was treading water in the area where Zach would hit. Zach was totally naked. He had the build of a tennis player... thin, muscular (but not muscle bound), and toned. There was no excess on his body anywhere, except for the piece of man meat hanging between his legs. Flaccid, Zach had probably six or seven inches. I cannot imagine what the thing would look like fully erect. Yet, I secretly hoped I would get the chance. 

Zach jumped once, then twice, on the diving board to get substantial spring. I was transfixed on the muscle between his legs as it bounced with each jump. Then, in all his naked splendor, he jack-knifed and went head-first into the water. 

Moments later, he came up out of the water, in a lip lock with his friend Ray. I couldn't believe my eyes. These two hot studs were making out right there in the deep end of my swimming pool. It was apparent that they weren't rookies at this. They were locked into a deep, tonsil-tickling display. Expecting the look of alarm, I peered at the two girls over at poolside. They were fairly non-responsive to the sight before them. 

The two friends (and I guess, lovers), treaded water as one for several seconds, remaining in their frantic kiss. Simultaneously, they made their way to the shallow water. As soon as they had solid footing in the pool, Ray's head suddenly disappeared under the water. Through the splashing and shimmering water, I could make out that Ray was paying some sort of oral attention to Zach. Every 20 or 30 seconds, Ray would come up for air, and then go back down to additionally service his friend. 

Lust took over the two boys and Ray was unable to get all the cock he wanted with his underwater ministrations. After a few minutes, Ray lifted his naked friend to the side of the pool. With Zach's legs dangling into the water, Ray positioned himself between the teen's legs and proceeded to give the boy a proper blow job. 

My old shorts suddenly became very tight as the front of them was being stretched by my own growth. 

Another look in the direction of the two bathing beauties at poolside revealed an unbelievable sight. At some point, while my attention was on a cock-starved Ray, both girls had managed to completely undress themselves and were locked in a sixty-nine position, orally pleasuring one another.

I couldn't believe the show happening right in front of me, in my own back yard, in and near my very own swimming pool. Four gorgeous teenaged sexpots engaging themselves in hedonistic pleasures. 

Wouldn't your know it..... I'm sitting in the privacy of my home, watching this XXX-rated live show when suddenly my cell phone rings. "Fuck!" I said to myself as I reached over to answer the phone, the other hand massaging the large bulge in my shorts.

"Hi, Dad!" It was Jimmy. "How's it hanging?"

God, what a question to ask a horny man in my state!

"Zach, Ray, Kiley and Kristin called earlier about using the pool. I told them it would be okay with you!"

"Sure, son. No problem, like I told you before."

"Have you seen them or heard from them yet?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, they're out in the pool right now."

"Swimming? Or what are they doing?"

"Well, Jimmy. There's not much swimming going on right now. Ray is the only one in the pool. Zach's legs are dangling off the side of the pool, and Ray is giving Zach a blow job."

"Way to go, Ray!" was my son's reply. 

"And the girls. Well, they're over on one of the chaises sixty-nining each other."

"Wow!" Jimmy responded. "God, I wish I was there. Kristin has the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever had. And Zach's cock is incredible. He's about 9-inches. He tastes great and god, can he fuck with that thing."

Well, I told you we had raised liberal sons who enjoyed exploring their sexual identities. 

"Ray is quite a man, too, Dad. He loves to suck cock and had been asking me to try to set him up with Zach for awhile. And Kiley..... that girl has an incredible body. Allover tanned. Shaved, and pierced in all the right places.... Nipples, naval, clit. She is fucking hot, man!"

I heard the muffled voices on the other end as Jimmy explained the events taking place at our pool to his mother and brothers. The feeling was mutual among all of them that they wished they could be here with me watching, and participating in the backyard fuckfest taking place at that moment.

Just then Jenny got on the phone for a moment. "John, it's okay to go out there and join in the fun. You know I have no problem with it. And, just so you know, the four kids out there know you're at home. They're hoping you will come out there and join them. 

"Well, honey, if you insist!" was about all I could say.

I looked to the pool again to find four young, beautiful, smiling faces peering in my direction and motioning for me to join them. I quickly concluded the call with my family, first promising Jimmy that I would taste Zach's incredible dick and tell him all about it, and then promising Jenny that I would tell her how if Ray was as good a cocksucker as she is.

I adjourned to the pool area. 

"Hello, Mr. B. We've been wondering how long it would take to get you out here. Jimmy told us about your family and we've been dying to get over and be a part of the fun."

This had to be a dream. What would a pair of hot young babes want with a graying old man like me. While I still took good care of my body with lots of yard work and a vegan diet, I still didn't hold a candle to the two gay adonises in the pool. Actually, though, my interest was in the possibility of tasting those two dicks as soon as possible.

I stepped up on the diving board. I dropped my shorts, kicked them off, and jumped into the water. Before I had the chance to surface, I felt one hand grasp my aching dick and and the fingers of a second hand teasing the pucker of my ass. Upon breaking the surface of the water, I found a hot boy's mouth meet mine. 

The wonderful thing about these young cocks was their stamina and ability to bounce back quickly. For the next hour and a half, I experienced two young cocks in every way. I learned that Jimmy was absolutely right. Zach had the most incredible dick I'd ever taken. Not only did I swallow two powerful loads of the most incredible sweet cream, but I was treated to the most intense, gut-ripping, ass-fucking of my life. 

The two most intense visions of that evening in the pool will live forever in my memory. First, I got to experience my face buried in Kristin's sweet snatch while Ray sucked my dick and Zach fucked me bare-backed. Looking up during this experience, I watched Kristin eagerly munching on Kiley's shaved, pierced pussy lips. 

The second memory involved an ass-full of Ray's 7 inch dick, while I had my lips wrapped around Zach's love muscle. During this action, Kiley was treating me to an incredible blow job as well.

Never in my life had I cum so many times in 90 or so minutes. Serving as the elder-statesman of this youth orgy was incredible.

The great thing about it all was that it didn't just become a one-time affair. Zach, Ray, Kiley and Kristin have become regulars at our home. At one time or another Jenny and I have met all their parents. While I doubt that their parents know what kind of fun takes place at our house, I do know that all four sets of parents are glad that their youth have a safe and fun place to hang out. 

Given the free love atmosphere at our home, these four are always welcome, and usually find someone willing to play with them. Our son Jimmy, Zach and Kristin have become quite a threesome. They do everything together and seem to be an unbreakable set. That's just fine with us. Jimmy has the best of both worlds and is living a bisexual fantasy come true. Having so much take place at our house is great in that it has brought a whole new degree of fun into our entire household. Jenny has found a new love partner in Kiley. They have developed quite a relationship as this young girl is insatiable in her quest for lesbian love. Jenny is more than happy to help her satisfy the urge. Ray has become a regular visitor as well. His taste for both cock and pussy has made him a favorite when Jenny and I are seeking the added excitement of a MMF three-way. 

Whether or not you readers think we're perverted child-abusers really doesn't matter to us. We are happy, healthy, well-adjusted people. We live in a super area in a wonderful community. We have many good friends who, while they may not share our lifestyle, respect us and care about us.

More importantly, we have three sons who are handsome, motivated, and headed for successful lives. They are well-rounded socially and are mature, balanced sexual creatures. They haven't pigeon-holed themselves as heteros, homos, gays, straights, or bi. We are all sexual creatures who love our fellow man. We love men. We love women. We love bringing pleasure to both and love being pleasured by both. 

I'm proud of all three of my sons. My pride won't diminish one bit whether he is fucking the most beautiful girl in town, or has his mouth around some good man's dick. If they'reir safe, healthy, well-adjusted, and most importantly, happy, then Jenny and I have been successful parents.

Just as I'm finishing this article, the doorbell rang. It's Zach and Ray. Jimmy is gone out with another friend. But, Zach and Ray decide to wait around for him. Zach has just undressed and his offering his semi-hard cock to me as I sit at the computer desk. I turn my head and taste him. God, he tastes good.

Ray kneels down in front of my chair and takes my cock into his hot mouth. 

What happens today after this will have to wait for another story to be submitted later. Right now, I have a couple loads of cum to swallow.



The Pool



It was a very hot day. The sub shone mercilessly, and Charlotte was thankful for the shade underneath the orange tree. Her original plan was sunbathing in the backyard, but she was sweating off all her sunscreen and decided to find a more pleasant spot. She just leaned back into her seat, when-

"Charlotte honey, I'm leaving now!" her father called into the backyard.

He walked to the door and asked, "Would you mind handing this to mr Gregory next door?"

He waved a small package, oil stained. Something technical, no doubt.

"Sure dad," she replied, "when will you be back?"

"Oh, somewhere tonight, I guess. I'm having a late meeting, and I'll probably stay a bit afterwards, do you mind?"

"No, sure, go ahead. I'll enjoy myself. See you around!"

For just a minute longer, she leaned back with her drink, occasionally staring at the package on the doorstep. She then got up reluctantly, and put on her flowery summer dress.

She rang the doorbell for the second time. Still no answer. She reasoned he must be in the backyard, enjoying the weather, so she walked round the back. There she found the gate open, and walked in.

At first sight, the garden was empty. Then she saw George Gregory in his pool, floating near the side, earplugs in his ears.

Charlotte closed the gate, and walked over to him, stealthily glancing at his muscled chest. He was in his mid-forties, but nonetheless very athletic. Though she wasn't sure where he got the workout, as he never seemed to leave the house. He even ordered his groceries. She had always assumed he had a rowing machine in his basement or something, but now shifted her bet to the pool.

Mr Gregory still hadn't noticed her, so she tapped his shoulder. This was when she noticed he was completely naked.

Startled, she took an involuntary step back. It might have been the deception of the water, but his dick seemed rather... large. Extraordinarily large.

"Enjoying the view?"

Mr Gregory said, a smile in his eyes. She had been too taken aback to see him turn.

"H-hi, Mr Gregory," she stuttered, "I, eh..."

"You came to return the carburettor, I see. Thanks, love."

Charlotte smiled. "Yeah, no problem. Shall I put it on the table then?"

"Please do. And when you've done that.." he said, as she turned around to dispose of the heavy machinery, "You can come join me. You look extremely flushed. A dive would do you good."

Charlotte jumped. Join him? Should she?

"Well, ehm, I'd love to but eh..."

"Oh come on, you're not afraid of me, are you?"

Before she could mutter an answer, he added, "I assume you're wearing your bathing suit underneath that cute little number?"

Charlotte smiled nervously, and nodded.

"Well then, hop in!"

She contemplated this for just a little longer, but then the heat made the decision for her. She took off her dress, and folded it on a white plastic chair. Then she approached the water, and jumped in.

Such a beautiful sight. George looked at her diving, a tad proud of talking her into joining him. He'd always had a thing for his young neighbour, and had loved the beautiful little lady she had grown into. And now he had her in his pool, wearing only a small red bikini, showing off lots of her tanned skin. Oh, how he'd love to touch that...

She swam towards him, and touched the border. He smiled at her.

"Great water, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"Glad you joined?"

She nodded again. Sweet little thing.

They swam for a bit, until he deliberately cornered her.

"Charlotte, you're eighteen now, aren't you?"

"Yeah, my birthday was last month. Why?"

He grinned. He was in luck!

"And you have a boyfriend, I presume?"

"Yeah."

"Ah, beautiful." He'd get over that, no problem. And he was sure she wouldn't consider that an obstacle for very long, either.

"Have you ever, done, anything with an older male?

Her face changed.

"What do you mean?"

Her voice had heightened, just a little.

"Oh, nothing..." he said, whilst swimming around her, touching her shoulder.

"I was just wondering, whether you'd be interested in..."

His finger slid over her collarbone.

"Having a little fun."

He chuckled.

Charlottes eyes widened, then narrowed into little slits. "Are you suggesting..."

He said nothing, creating an expectant silence.

"Sex?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting."

He paused.

"And? What's you're answer?"

None came, and he circled her some more. After a while he decided there was never going to be an answer, so he tried his luck.

One hand slid around her waist, pressing himself against her, while the other began to untie her top.

She didn't respond. Which he took as a good sign, as she wasn't trying to get away either.

When he had finished with the top, he slid it off her shoulders. He pressed his dick against her firm, round ass, and cupped her small breasts in his hands.

Oh, it felt so good. This was what he had been dreaming of for quite some time. And now he had her! Her nipples were erect, and not from the cold water, he knew. Slowly, he began to massage them. Her tits were small and round, like little apples. He stroked them, squeezed them, and played with them until her nipples were rock hard.

He then began moving his hips, stroking her ass with his dick. Slow at first, but faster as he went along. He kept squeezing her breasts at the same time, rocking faster and harder. When he felt he was about to come, he stopped.

Panting a little, he took her shoulders, and turned her around.

Her eyes were wide in wonder and bliss. Her mouth was twisted into a smile, and her wet brown hair tangled across her face. What a sight.

He wanted her so bad.

He slid both his hands into her panties, and massaged her buttocks. He then lifted her legs a little, and slid her panties off.

He could see her pussy, though deformed through the water. It had a little brown hair on it, and her legs felt so soft...

He put his hand on her thigh, stroking his way up to her cunt. It was wet from the water, of course, but also from her own fluids. He slid one finger in between her lips, and felt her clit throbbing. With a quick movement, he pushed his finger in.

Charlotte gasped. His finger moved inside her, fingering her gently.

She looked at him, her eyes filling with desire. Perhaps she hadn't planned for this to happen, but who was to say she couldn't enjoy it?

Her hands, now limp by her side, moved around his waist. She could feel the muscles there, and saw him smirk.

He moved up the speed of his finger, and she rocked her hips into it, silently begging for more.

He must have seen her wanting, for he added a second finger, then a third. He was moving fast now, his mouth slightly open, his dick pressed against her leg.

She could feel it hardening, and moved one hand down.

When she touched it, he squinted. It was really hard now, and she began moving her hand over it, while still rocking into his fingers. She played with him, until he suddenly withdraw his fingers.

"Stop," he panted.

"I want to take you now, are you taking the pill?"

She nodded. She didn't want this to stop!

That was enough for him. He took his dick with one hand, and she wrapped her legs around him. He guided his cock to her pussy, and pushed.

Charlotte made a gurgling noise of pleasure. His dick was huge, it wasn't the water playing up! It was really huge.

It filled her entirely, as he pushed his way in. His hands were on her hips, and he pushed her down as he filled her up. He pulled out almost to the tip, and roughly back in again. Then with one, two, three strokes, he orgasmed. 

"Aahh," he moaned, as he squirted his cum into her. He held tight to her shoulders, digging his nails in. He looked at her face, seeing she hadn't come yet. He pushed in again, still cumming. He draw back, and saw her face tighten. He pushed in again, and with a loud moan she came too, collapsing into his arms.

He held onto the edge with one arm, keeping them both up. When he had regained his posture again, he pulled out of her, and swung himself up, out of the pool.

He bent down, collecting her too.

Nonchalantly, coolly, he said, "I rather enjoyed this, did you?"

She laughed out loud. 

"Hm, 't wasn't bad."

He took her hand, and dragged her onto the grass.

"I take it your parents are away?"

"Uhu," she replied, walking close to him.

"Oh good."

He threw her down on the grass, and went down on her.

He kissed her knees, her thighs, her belly. He circled her with his tongue, moving in on her pussy. He licked her lips, pushing them apart. He tasted her juices, sweet like ripe peaches.

He pushed his tongue further in, and he felt her buck her hips.

He put one hand on her belly to keep her still, and continued licking.

He was eating her pussy, moving his tongue faster and faster. He flicked about her clit, softly biting it. She squealed.

He slid his tongue into her cunt as far as he could, fucking her with his tongue. He wanted to show her a good time, exhaust her, make her sweat even more than the sun made her.

He pushed in and out, until she began to tremble over her whole body.

He stopped, but only to move his body up and enter her with his cock again.

He pushed roughly, pinning her hands to the ground. His head was above hers, but he didn't kiss her. He never kissed her, this wasn't about kissing. This was about pure, uncut sex. And a lot of it.

He breathed into her face, pushing harder and harder.

His dick was rock hard, and he was getting more and more rough with each stroke. She cried out, from either pleasure or pain. But she didn't struggle. She enjoyed every minute of it.

He pushed in, withdrew. Pushed in, withdrew. Pushed in,- she orgasmed with a loud cry, which he was sure the neighbours must have heard. After all, it was a hot day, everyone was outside. He made a couple of strokes more, and he too came, blasting his sperm into her ravished little cunt.

Panting, he drew his now limp cock out, and looked at her pink pussy. It was covered in his sperm, and her juices flowed freely. Her belly was heaving with her breaths, and she had a satisfied look on her face.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," he said, getting up.

"Well, you'd better wash up now and go home, before your parents get back."

He pulled her on her feet, and led her to the pool.

They jumped in together, and he washed her hot pussy. 

He then swam her to the stairs, and pushed her up. One last slap on her ass, and she was on the grass again.

"Don't forget your dress!"

He called.

"And who knows, you might just bring me by some other package next week. Perhaps Tuesday, around three?"

And he winked at her, as she closed the gate.



The Pool



 This is my first time, so please be kind and help me enjoy it. That does not mean I mind learning more about how to do this better, in fact positive instruction make for a better second, third and even forth time. Many thanks to michchick98 for her valuable assistance and help with my story. 

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Heather and Kim were sisters. They were a couple years apart in age but many thought they looked like twins. Both had shoulder length hair, trim athletic bodies, average size breasts and similar voices. Heather was married to Mike and Kim was married to Tim. 

Mike was six feet in height while Tim was an inch shorter. Mike had black hair while Tim had light brown. They both played sports and had similar body shapes. Mike and Tim did not know each other before their marriage, they became extremely good friends afterward. In fact, they became best friends. 

A regular practice was for these couples to spend the evening at each others' houses. Heather and Mike lived at the end of their neighborhood and had a very private swimming pool. Kim and Tim lived a couple of miles away and had a large well equipped game room with a card table and a pool table. During the summer, they liked to hang out at Heather and Mike's house so they could swim after dinner in the darkness.

One weekend, Kim and Tim were over at Heather and Mike's house for dinner. As the dinner progressed, the talk around the table became filled with double meanings; all around a sexual theme. While nothing of a sexual nature had ever occurred between these two couples, this evening they were definitely pushing the limit on appropriate conversation. 

Each person was looking in the eyes of their spouse who understood what they were trying to say without actually saying it. Had they been home and alone, they each would have long ago abandoned eating and seen to satisfying other hungers.

Finally at one point, Heather realized that she either needed to get up from the table or she was going to jump into Mike's lap and start something in front of her sister and brother. She pushed herself away from the table and stood up to start clearing the table. This broke the tension and Kim immediately did the same. 

After the table was cleared, Heather started cleaning up the kitchen and told Kim to go see what the boys were up to. Maybe they would like to take a dip while she finished up in the kitchen. 

Tim thought a short swim would "cool" things off and headed to the pool to put on his suit and jump in. Kim followed him. However, Mike decided to say inside and see what Heather was up to and see if he could help in some way.

TIM

"It sure was getting hot in there and I don't mean temperature wise," I said to my wife as we got into the pool. "I'm not sure what started that discussion but I'm glad that Heather got up when she did. A dip in the pool will be like a 'cold shower' for me and get my mind off sex for a while. But, I warn you, when we get home you probably shouldn't plan on getting much sleep tonight."

"Promises, promises," Kim replied as she started swimming back and forth in the pool. 

I did the same and we were quiet for a while. After several laps, I stopped near the shallow end where it was deep enough that the water was still up to my neck but I could stand on the bottom. Since it was too deep for Kim to stand, she put her arms around my neck to keep her head above the water.

As she curled herself around me, I realized that the swim hadn't cooled her libido at all and that she was still turned on. She was hugging my neck and rubbing her breast and hips against me. Then she started nuzzling my neck. I put my arms around her with my hands caressing her ass. 

This encouraged her and she continued in earnest with running her hips into my side. She also started attacking my ear with her lips and tongue; an indication that she was really turned on. 

Suddenly, she stopped and said, "I need to go to the bathroom," and swam to the ladder. As she got out of the water and started walking away from me, she said something. Unfortunately I could barely hear her and thought she said, "I'll see you in a minute" garble, garble "comes up". Confused by what I heard, she was gone before I could ask her to repeat it. 

I climbed out of the pool as I tried to figure out what she said. "Comes up" what does that mean? Then it occurred to me, Mike and Heather have an upstairs sala, which Mike had told me that they use frequently for intimate moments. Maybe Kim was asking me to go upstairs to a private place for us to have sex. Given the context, that sounded great to me. I grabbed my towel and entered the house.

MIKE

As Tim and Kim left to go jump in the pool, my cock was steering me into the kitchen to see what Heather was up to. She was standing at the sink washing the dishes that wouldn't fit into the dishwasher. I walked up to her, put my arms around her waist and gave her a big hug. 

As I kissed the back of her neck, I told her that the meal was great and that I loved her. She stepped back into my hug and snuggled closer to me, which put her ass squarely over my fully engorged cock. 

"Still worked up over the dinner conversation I see or rather I feel?" she said over her shoulder but not moving away. She then moved her butt back and forth against my cock.

I countered by moving my hands up from her waist to around her breasts. As I squeezed them gently, I continued to kiss her neck and moved around to kiss the side of her face and her ear. 

"You had better stop that or Kim and Tim might get an eye full if they walked in," she said while she continued to move her ass against me. She definitely was telling me she wanted more but that we needed to be careful. 

"Let me go check and see what they are up too. Maybe I could hint to Tim that he could take a longer swim while we go do 'something' maybe up in the upstairs sala. I think he will understand. After all, there's lots of privacy around the pool too."

Stepping away from me, Heather said, "good idea .... and hurry."

As I walked toward to pool, I found Tim walking into the house. He looked me in the eye and then put his head down, "Mike, I have a big favor to ask. You've told me before that you and Heather use the upstairs sala for ... um ... let me say, intimate moments. Would you mind allowing Kim and I to use the sala for a little while?"

As I looked at Tim, I saw that his cock was tenting his swim trunks and I fully understood what he was asking. "Sure no problem in fact, I was just coming to ask you a similar question. Heather and I are trying to work out the same .... um ... problem."

Looking down, he saw that we shared the same problem. "Sure that'll be fine. I'll get Heather we will take a .... um ... swim for a while. By the way, if you look at the bottom of the coffee table, you will find a drawer, you might want to check out before you get.... um ... started. It might come in .... um ...handy. Have fun." 

I then turned to go back into the kitchen and tell Heather about the change in plans. But she was gone, in the minute or two I was talking with Tim, she apparently finished up in the kitchen. I started toward the stairs and saw Tim walking up. "Tim -- If you see Heather up there, tell her that I'm down in the pool waiting on her"

"Sure, Mike, will do," he responded as he continued up the stairs. 

I turned and went out to the pool. I stopped by the pool house and pulled off my shorts and put on my swimsuit. I then turned off all the pool and deck lights. This put the pool totally in the dark. "That should make it nice and private for some interpersonal exercise," I thought. I jumped into the pool and started swimming back and forth. I find this a good way to relax and to warm up the muscles.

A minute or so later I stopped and was resting in the deep end holding onto the ladder. Suddenly I feel a soft, warm body press itself into my back, in fact, I could feel two soft breasts on my back. "Wow, sure didn't take Heather long to get into the swing of things." As I reached back, I noticed that she wasn't wearing any bottoms either. 

She started rubbing herself all across my back. I turned my head as much as I could and found her lips against mine in a heartbeat. She loosened her grip on me and I turned in her grasp so I was facing her. She reattached herself to me again and I could clearly feel her breasts, stomach and hips against me. Her tongue was attacking my mouth and our kiss intensified with passion. Wanting to use both hands, I tried to move to the shallow end so I could stand up or even to the steps so we could continue this while still in the water. 

As I started to move, she must have understood, because she let go and I started to swim toward the shallow end. Suddenly, I felt my swimsuit pulled off my legs and then a hand grabbed my cock. I stopped kicking with my legs because I didn't want to kick her and continued toward the shallow end. I had almost made it when she let go and came up for some air. 

But she only took a breath and went down and started sucking my cock. It was fantastic, the suddenness of the "attack" and the stamina it took to hold her breath as long as she did to suck me off. I finally made the steps and braced myself with my arms on the edge which allowed my hips to float to the surface. 

This allowed her to stand while she continued sucking my cock. I laid my head back against the tiles and allowed her to finish what she was doing. Using her hands, her mouth, her tongue and her teeth, she slowly brought me to a peak but then changed her technique to calm me down. She did this two or three times.

I grabbed her hair and being careful not to push her underwater, I started fucking her mouth. After a few seconds, I blasted my come into her mouth which she drank down with vigor. She continued to suck on my cock and drove me crazy with the extra attention to the hypersensitive head. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and pulled her up my body until I could kiss her again.

We locked lips again but this time, my hands were free to explore and fondle her body. Her breasts fit nicely in my hands. Just right, not too big and but plenty to grab onto. I flicked the nipples which were standing tall. I trailed my other hand down her stomach, played with her belly button and finally found the hair around her pussy. 

I was momentary surprised because I found lots of hair and she normally shaves all her hair around her pussy except for a small 'landing strip'. Thinking that maybe she hadn't had time to trim it up, I stopped thinking about it and continued with my fondling. 

I repositioned us so she was on the steps and I was in the water in front of her. I kissed my way down her face to her chin, her neck and found one of her nipples. I sucked on her breast, then closed my lips around her nipple. I pulled it out a bit with my lips and let it go. I did the same to the other breast. I paid loving attention to those breasts for quite a while, hearing her moan and feeling her arch her back. She grabbed my hair and held my head onto her breast.

The first finger of my other hand was now buried deep inside her pussy and the thumb running over her clit. I added a second finger and proceeded to fuck her with my fingers. This caused even more moaning. She was trying to move her hips back in forth but since she was in the water, she didn't have anything to push against. 

I moved down between her legs. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her hips to the surface and proceeded to lick all around her pussy lips and then finally drove in with my tongue into the deep folds of her pussy. I buried my face into her groin. I had to hold my breath while I did this because her hips frequently went under the water in her gyrations. 

Suddenly, she closed her legs over my shoulders and used her hands to hold my head against her. I was glad I had just taken a big breath or else I probably would have drowned. She went rigid and stayed that way for a long time. She slowly relaxed and allowed me to come up for air. I moved up her body kissing everything from her pussy to her lips as I did so.

I was ready for some dry land loving and not having to worry about drowning while fucking my wife. Just then she wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist. "She wants me to carry her out," I thought. At the moment I was Superman and I could do anything, so I did. Or at least until we both were on the pool deck. 

She stopped, looked around trying to see anything in the dark. She stood up and walked carefully in the direction in which she hoped to find the pool lounges. Even though I could not see where she went, I decided that I wasn't going to let anything happen to her, so I kept my hand on her shoulder as she walked. She did find the lounges, I think by tripping over them, and pulled a cushion off with the towel and put it on the deck. As I almost tripped over her, I discovered that she was on her hands and knees. 

She ran her hands over my body until she found my cock and rubbed it to made sure it was fully erect. Without letting go, she guided it to into her cunt. As I easily slipped in, I reached around her and grabbed one of her breast while I used the other hand to hold onto her hips. 

Even though I had already cum, I hoped I was good for another. But that also meant that I could go a while, a long while before coming again. So I slowly began to pump away. All the way in, hold and then all the way out, hold and repeat. I leaned down on her back and took my hand away from her hips and reached around to her clit.

She was not silent nor still during all of this. She matched me stroke by stroke and accompanied it by sound effects that lead me to understand that this was exactly what she wanted. She seemed to also want to make this fuck last a long time. That changed a bit when I start playing special attention to her clit. 

She jumped and completely stopped for a while. I'm not sure if she came again or just was enjoying the sensations of both my hands and my cock. She then started again but seemed to be encouraging me to go a bit faster, and faster still. I had to work some to keep up with her. We now were pumping at a pretty good rate. 

I began to feel her pussy starting to clamp down on my cock. Then she froze and grasped my cock in a killer grip that wouldn't let me go, not that I wanted to. She had a climax that lasted at least a minute before she relaxed and allowed me to move. While I didn't pull out, I did go back to a slow pump to try to milk out a bit more pleasure for her.

She then did something that totally shocked me. She reached around behind her and removed my cock from her pussy. She moved it up and started rubbing it against her back door. This was something that we have only done a few times. Not wanting to deny her anything, I quickly realized what she wanted and put my finger into her pussy. 

Picking up some of her nectar from her pussy, I spread it around her tight rosebud. Actually I did that a couple of times before I pressed my finger into it. At first she was too tight to go in but she pushed back against my hand and the finger popped in. I slowly started moving it in and out. I also used my other hand to keep my cock hard while it was growing harder and bigger at the thought of penetrating her ass.

After a bit, she pushed my hand away and grabbed my cock again. She pumped it a few times to see how wet it was and then lined it up with her ass. I started to slowly push the head in but she wasn't having any of that. She pushed back strongly and my cock was forced in about half way. 

She gave a big moan and held still a moment and then started moving in and out. I tried to match her thrust, easing my cock all the way into her ass. The sensation was fabulous as her tight ass stimulated my cock in a totally new way. I started to groan with her. 

A moment later we were pumping wildly as we both were being pleasured in a new and extreme way. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I gasped as I found my cock overwhelmed with the activity and I knew the end was near. 

She had by now dropped her head down onto the cushion with her arms over her head. Her moans of pleasure became louder. Without warning, I hit the top and my cock started pumping my silky, milky cum into her ass. This led her to her climax. We both lost all control and collapsed onto the cushion. We rolled to the side so I was spooning her. We laid there for a few minutes. After a bit, she got up and staggered toward the bathroom.

TIM

I had been in the sala many times watching moves or just chatting with Mike and Heather. But this was the first time I was here with the intention of having sex with Kim. This caused me to look at the room with a totally new perspective, I decided that I would turn off all but one light. This gave the room a very mysterious feel which suited my frame of mind as well. 

I remembered what Mike had said about a drawer in the coffee table. As it turns out, it faces the oversize couch. Once I saw what was in it, it's location made sense because the drawer was filled with lotion, oils, hand towels and a assortment of dildos and vibrators in different sizes and styles. I had no idea that my friends had this kind of sex life but then again it was not a topic we discussed.

The one remaining light went off and the room thrust into blackness and I heard the door close. I felt some warm hands grab my shoulder from over the back of the couch. I jumped due to the surprise contact and quickly turned to grab the body behind the hands which turned out to be naked.

Thinking that Kim and made it upstairs and was picking up from where we left off in the pool, I pulled her to me and resumed our kissing. As our tongues began fighting world war three, our hands were rubbing and clasping any and every body part they could and our groins rubbed against each other. We fell onto the couch.

Somehow my swim suit disappeared and she grasped my cock in her hands in a killer hold. I was forced to say 'uncle' and laid back on the couch as she kneeled on the floor next to the couch and positioned her head over my cock. She kissed the top, the sides and he top again before she opened her mouth and and took in the head of my cock. 

I felt her tongue around the head while she lightly sucked my cock. After a bit, she slowly started raising and lowering her head, each time taking slightly more into her mouth. It wasn't long before she had my entire cock in her mouth and she paused with her nose buried in the hair around my crotch. 

After only a moment, she raised up and started the whole process over again, first only the head and then slowly taking in more and more. Having been aroused since dinner, I was not going to last too long with this kind of attention. 

Almost without warning, I dropped my hands to her head and held her still as I raised my hips and shot my cum into her waiting mouth. I pumped what felt like a gallon of sperm into her mouth which she quickly swallowed without missing a drop. As I relaxed and my cock softened, she continued to suck the head of my cock, prolonging the wonderful sensations of my climax.

When I was completely soft, my cock popped out of her mouth. She kissed it one more time then started to climb onto my body. Thinking she wanted to kiss some more with a full body hug, she continued to climb up my body until I realized she wanted me to reciprocate the attention. Her pussy appeared before my face and I eagerly stuck out my tongue to begin to explore. 

The first thing I noticed was that she had shaved almost all the hair from her pussy. We had talked about this before, but I didn't know that she had actually done it. All that was left was a small 'landing strip' just above her clit. My tongue enjoyed the soft skin around her pussy. First going in circles around her pussy lips and ever-smaller circles. I then began to circle each lip without actually penetrating her pussy. Savoring each lip and feeling it grow as it became aroused. 




The Pool



From eddie.

Hey, this is my second attempt at a story, it was edited by the wonderful velvet rose, and im looking to improve so any comments welcomed. thank you!

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They were all sat around the pool again. Lorna had the pool built ready for the summer; and what a summer it was. They were out there almost everyday. It had cost her a fortune, so at the time she couldn't actually afford the heating. Throughout the cooler autumn days and then all through winter she had worked her ass off to buy the heaters, and now in the beginning of spring she had them fitted. Everyone she knew would come round and have some fun. She didn't mind as it didn't cost her anything and made her some very good friends. However, with a large group of friends there is always one you don't get on with. With Lorna it was James. She didn't know exactly what it was that she didn't like, but she just didn't. he was kind of arrogant, and he did always assume he was right; the annoying thing is that he usually was. But her being her she accepted everyone and didn't complain, which made her even more popular.

The group that were around today were her regulars - her best friends, four of which lived on her road and the other two and James lived quite a distance, and so was glad she could see them so often. Their stomachs had started rumbling at three o clock after a couple of hours of splashing about so they had started talking about ordering in. Paul climbed out of the pool to see who was knocking on the gate. Since the pool Lorna had put up a giant fence to keep out peeping toms. As he walked to the gate he was still talking, and he pointed out it would be best to just go home. 

"Oh, sorry bud, I think we're all off," he said to James as he stepped through. 

"What? Aw, I've only just finished work!" his voice was slightly tired.

"Sorry bud," he repeated and tapped him on the shoulder. The rest of the group started climbing out of the pool and running into the house to get dressed, avoiding the cool spring air. 

He turned to Lorna who was wrapped in a big towel. "Erm, what are you doing?" He enquired.

"Going inside," she shrugged.

"Could I have a little swim?" His eyes said 'please' rather than his usual demanding so she shrugged again.

"Sure, knock yourself out."

The troops echoed their usual thanks and left closing the gate behind them. She walked up to it and turned the key. She walked towards the back door, and without turning her head she threw over her shoulder the words "Just knock on the door to tell me your leaving so I can lock the gate." With that she closed the kitchen door without waiting for an answer. She was shivering so she ran upstairs to the bathroom where she stood under some hot water in her shower to thaw out. She flicked on the heating and threw on a big jumper and some girly boxers. Her stomach attacked her demanding food so she went back down to the kitchen and stabbed a potato a couple of times and put it in the microwave. She slumped in front of the TV to find something to kill time. Finding absolutely nothing she settled for some game show that she didn't understand. When adverts came on she strolled back into the kitchen to check on her food. It only had a few minutes left so she went and poured herself a drink. She took a sip and looked out of the window. James was flying up and down the pool like a dolphin on speed. She was amazed at how fast he was going. She watched his muscular arms pushing in and out of the water. Her mind eyes wandered to his upper body when he leaned on the wall while he caught his breath. He was still mostly underwater but from what she could see he looked very thin - the healthy thin not 'we should feed him a burger' thin. He had pecks that made him look like a model. His back dented in deeply down the middle and she found herself wishing she could follow it all the way down until....

The microwave beeped and saved her from her thoughts. She didn't know why she was so intrigued, she had seen him topless before but she supposed she just hadn't ever looked. She pulled out the hot plate and, burning her fingers, she cut open the jacket potato and coated it in butter and cheese, then slumped in front of the tele. 

*****

A loud noise from the television woke her. She jumped, which took a few seconds to calm down. She rubbed her eyes: how long had she been asleep? The sun was beginning to set so she guessed it was about six o clock with it being spring. She stood up and reached for the remote to change the channel when it switched off, along with the lights and the street lamps outside. She walked to the window and peered out, where she saw most of the street coming out to look to see if it was just their own houses. She sighed and pulled out her phone. It was six twenty. She had been asleep for two hours at least, and now her body was stiff and tired. It was still practically the middle of the day so she went upstairs to change. The pool was the only thing that could really wake her up and tire her out at the same time, and didn't run on electricity. Well, the heaters did but she supposed it would still be a little warm. Hopefully. 

She reached her room and closed one set of curtains. The only light came from the setting sun, when she closed the curtains she was encased in complete darkness. She couldn't be bothered to find a candle and matches so she opened them again and looked out. There was no one on the street and even if there was the chances of them looking up were tiny. The second window was to the side as it was a corner room. That window faced the back garden and a field that was empty. It was safe unless someone had access to her back garden. Thinking of it James didn't even bother waking her to tell her he was going. What a twat, anyone could have come in and messed up her pool with washing powder and crap. 

She huffed as she gripped the hem of the big jumper and turned her back to the street window. She lifted it above her head, feeling the cold of the room hit her now naked skin. As she lifted it completely off her body and her arms still up she got caught in a stretch. After her a few seconds she flopped her arms to her sides and dropping the jumper. With the confidence of darkness she slid her girl boxers down her hips with her thumbs and a little wiggle until they fell and she kicked them off her toes. She ruffled through her draw to find some sort of swim suit, only finding one matching bikini and settling for it, sliding her long legs into the tiny fabric. She didn't normally wear this one as the bottoms were incredibly small and had a habit of sitting just that little bit too low on her, revealing little black hairs. She had bought them in turkey because the top made her boobs look amazing, which was a first for bikinis. She had bought a pair of cotton shorts to wear over them but they were in fact in the wash. Still she was alone. She untied the side ropes to tighten them, as it had been a while since she had worn this particular set. As she did so she stroked her sides admiring her new frame. Since the pool she had slimmed and toned amazingly. Being thinner also made her boobs look bigger than before.

She bent over and ruffled through the drawer once more to find the top half. She saw the sparkle of the glitter that lined it and she pulled it out. She looped it over her head and tied behind the neck before sliding her hands over her boobs to smooth the material down before tying round her back. She looked down at her 34B's. She had never felt good about them without clothes so she made her damn best with clothes. She looked out of the front window just to make sure, she saw no one and walked down the stairs carefully. Reaching the bottom of he stairs in one piece she flicked on the heating for when she came back in and threw a clean towel on the radiator closest to the back door. She braced herself for the cold. She opened the door quickly and the chill hit her skin, covering her with goosebumps. The temperature itself was actually warm to say she was practically naked on a spring night, but the breeze sent a chill straight to the spine. She closed the door to keep the heat in and stepped to the edge of the pool, about to dip a toe into the water to see how it was after about half an hour without heaters. It shouldn't have cooled that much. 

As she stood next to the water she heard a bubble next to her right foot. She looked to see a body beneath the water. She gasped and cursed before jumping into the water feet first. The water was only tip toe deep so she hit her feet on the bottom. The water itself was freezing, and the shock forced all of the air from her to be expelled. She grabbed his arm and wrenched him out of the water, reaching the surface and gasped desperately for air.

"What the fuck? What the fuck did you do that for?!"

Because of the shock of the cold water and the panic she spoke between gasps. 

"What the fuck am I doing? What were you doing?!" Her tone was bitter after the unnecessary heart attack.

"I was just holding my breath for a bit. I got fed up of swimming!"

She took a few more deep breaths and stretched out her toes to reach the floor. "Why didn't you go home then?"

He stood easily on the floor so she could quite easily see him shrug before answering. 

"I dunno, I like swimming."

She shook her head violently before starting to tread water, turning and swimming away. She went to the far end of the pool and put her arms up, violently forcing her head down onto them. She stayed there until she started to get her breath. 

She heard the water swilling behind her so figured he was getting out of the pool, until she felt his arm catch hers as he gripped the wall next to her right arm. She lifted her head to only see an arm, so turned the other way to see him resting his elbow on her left. This forced his body to rest against hers, to which she would object to only his body heat acted as a radiator to her. 

"Look, I'm sorry that I scared you. I didn't know you cared" She turned her head away from him but didn't want to escape his warmth. Her body twisted a little under his body pressing her left bum cheek against his leg. 

"I don't want a corpse in my pool!" she exclaimed, making it painfully obvious of her discontent of the man.

"Ok, ok. I am sorry. You obviously didn't realise I was still here." After a small pause his tone lowered like he was talking to himself, not realising he was speaking aloud. "...obviously." She was about to ask what he meant but she was stopped by the movement by her leg. His whole body seemed to tense and his grip on the wall tightened next to her, as he obviously prayed she didn't feel that. A moment of panic crossed her as she wondered what it was that was pressed up against her bum cheek, but she felt an exhilaration as she realised what it was. Her head was still turned from him which was good, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She opened them again as she darted her eyes about trying to find out what the hell was going on. She glanced up to the house to see the spot she had been stood in when she was in her room. She closed her eyes again in a painful embarrassment, but then at realising what it had done to him she decided she would take advantage and have a little fun. 

Lorna threw her head forward into her arms on the wall with a sigh. This movement pushed her bum out which pressed into his now rock-like hard on. He inhaled sharply as he bit his lip, trying to hold it in. she simply turned her head with an innocent look on her face. "Pardon, did you say something?" He held his breath as he shook his head. He was still buried into her skin as she looked straight at him. Surely she must have noticed? After a few moments she decided she wanted a drink. She pushed back which pressed her right into him and he seemed reluctant to let go of the wall to let her free. When he did she went to the ladders taking time to pull up her bikini bottoms - builders bum isn't the most attractive thing in the world. She dripped off into the house and picked up a glass from the side. She looked out of the window to see him splashing the cold water over his face and shaking his head violently. She poured herself some orange juice and placed the carton back in the fridge. Then unrepentantly collapsed into her arms on the side. 

"What the fuck are you doing Lorna?!" she thought to herself, surprised she had said it out loud. Sure, he was very attractive she thought, but she can't stand the guy. He is normally a pain in the arse. Not today though, today he almost seemed....nice. She looked out to him again to see him swimming another length of the pool. His upper body sent a shiver down her spine that ended in her wet bikini bottoms. She had to tighten her abs to gain some control over herself. 

She took a deep breath and stood tall, walking with long smooth strides with her long smooth legs. She closed the door behind her as she stepped out into the cold and took a long sip before approaching the edge of the pool. 

"Drink?" She leaned down to him offering the glass, making sure he got a good eyeful of what her top held. He looked up drinking in the sight but also trying to figure her out.

"Sure, thanks." He took the glass slowly and drank down the whole thing in almost one mouthful. He passed it back and she walked to the door, opening it and leaning round without stepping in the house, and closed the door. He just had to ask.

"Why you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

She smirked with one side of her mouth. "You scared the hell out of me! Besides I always take care of my guests."

She took a step a little too close to the edge and he swooped up and grabbed her legs, pulling her in the water, only just avoiding scrapping her whole back off against the wall. She popped back up out of the water with a gasp. It was still freezing, more so now, and normally she would have been so angry. Yet something overcome her and she actually laughed. She splashed him with the icy water to which he attacked back. His arms were much stronger than hers and so splashed her so much she had to retreat back to the wall. He followed and when she had nowhere else to go she just held her arms up to stop some of the water. When he got closer still she put her hands on his shoulders to stop him. They were laughing as he pushed forward, not even sure what he was going to do if she gave up and let go of his arms. 

The water was slippy for her toes to stay on the ground so the only thing holding her up was his arms pushing her onto the wall. She put her feet against the wall behind her to give her something to push with, and was succeeding until her hands slipped off his shoulders, propelling her into him. Luckily she missed his head and so didn't knock him out, but he too fell forward and the two were now in each others arms. Her heart stopped for a moment when she realised what they had done, and decided the best course of action was to laugh it off and play innocent. So instead of screaming 'oh my god' and pushing him away like a dog she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed back, looking at him and smiling a laugh. Because of the water however this action did push her hips forward, and with her parted legs, she somehow became wrapped around his waist. She could see in his face that he hadn't expected it either as his smile slowly escaped his face and a slow gasp escaped him. She could feel the material of his swimming shorts around the thin hem of her bikini bottoms as they slipped a little to the side, and the stirring again that she had felt earlier, but this time she knew exactly what it was and why straight away. He put his hands on her shoulders to pull her off of him but she hesitated. His thumbs rubbed the goosebumps on her arms for a moment and that shiver went down her spine again. It forced her legs to tighten which pushed herself onto him more, forcing him into a full on hard on. 

They looked at each other for no more than a second before they knew what was going to happen. She flung her arms around his neck as his hands slid onto her sides pulling her in close as they dove into each others mouths. Their tongues manically attacking each other as they fought to get closer. He stepped forward and forced her against the wall, pressing into her hard with pleasurable ache. She pulled her legs tighter around him, squeezing the life out of him. Her hands reaching down his back following that line she had longed to find the end. It lead her to the band of his shorts where she followed it over the material at first, squeezing his bum cheeks with frustrated passion. His hands went up to brush her hair back out of her face, and being wet it stayed leaving his hand free to follow her neck down to her shoulders and up again, holding her chin to let him in deeper to her mouth. 

She pulled back from his grasp with the top half of her body, to which his face looked hurt. His features all begged her to come back, to forget that he had been a jerk for so long. As he released his grip on her sides to let her escape she leaned back in, leaving him completely confused. Her soft lips caressed his neck forcing him to gasp and return his hands to her hips. He pulled her into him letting her know he wanted more and she dragged her lips and her teeth down his collarbone, down to his chest. She couldn't reach much further because of how they were joined and she didn't want to pull apart. When she pulled away and looked at him again he forced her back against the wall, hurting her slightly making her grit her teeth together and then diving into him more. His hands now slipped down the back of her bum, squeezing and dragging his fingertips down her skin. He slid back up and hooked his fingers under the material, re-enacting the action but this time sliding off the material. It stayed beneath her bum but without parting she couldn't remove them. 

Cheekily she pulled the side ropes which made the material float around as it was still trapped between their bodies. She pushed her hand down the back of his shorts, pulling them down as she did so, but only so far so when she removed her hand they twanged back into place, forcing another gasp of pleasure from him. His mouth opened as he did so, and his bottom lip quaked before he bit it and looked at her. His eyes were determined now he had reached that point of no return. Again his tongue reached for hers, finding it and revelling in its taste. The lights made them jump as they all flickered on from the kitchen and the bright pool lamps that were set on a timer and surrounded the pool, putting them completely on show. Lorna cursed as she tied her ropes and jumped out of the pool, leaving him leaning on the wall. Alone with his thoughts he knew that she didn't like him, and how something like a power cut can make people act in strange ways. If the lights hadn't come on then who knows, but now maybe she remembered who he was. He closed his eyes tightly in frustration and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. The water was heating quickly into non-ice temperatures which was quite thankfully a god send, but he had hoped to warm up in another way. He heard her open the kitchen door and walk in, after which he expected a slam, but instead he got darkness.

She reached round and flicked off the power to the pool lights. The street lights didn't reach the back garden because there was nothing there but a shelter of trees and a field. Thank god however the heaters had come on because she didn't fancy her chances of coming back in without hyperthermia. She looked out of the window to see a confused looking man lit only by the light from the kitchen, and smiled. She jogged to the kitchen door and flicked off the light, realising how dark it had actually got. She walked dangerously slowly towards him, he looked confused but pleased. He reached up his strong arms and placed his hands on her thighs, holding tight and lifting her into the pool gently. She hadn't expected such strength and her face showed it, while he just smiled. He shook his head a little as he tried to find words.




The Pool



"I can't believe you came back." She did her side smirk once more and leaned into whisper in his ear.

"I told you, I always take care of my guests." He breathed in her words with his eyes closed. He felt her breath against his neck and as she spoke her lips brushed his ear. He pulled away a little and caught her lips on his. They held them there for a few seconds before passion forced them to move, getting faster and faster and bringing in tongues. He pushed her again to the wall of the pool, this time she pulled at the front of his shorts, this time being more weary of other people watching. 

She slid her hands inside his shorts stoking him down the front of his legs in a taunting manner. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at her. As revenge he plunged his hands right around the crotch of her thin bottoms. He held her hard before stroking her with his tongue in her mouth. She let out the tiniest of whines from the back of her throat which sent goosebumps all over his back and sent a violent twitch to his groin. He started rubbing her hard through the material, while his little finger ran around the hem feeling the hairs of her womanhood as he slipped it underneath. Her body was shaking with anticipation when he removed his hand. She opened her eyes and looked at him, who was now smirking. He was being incredibly mean. she couldn't stand it anymore.

She slid both hands under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them away from him to lower them. She let the waistband go so it was tight around his thighs but his bum was covered. She wrapped her legs around him and before she had time to position herself his hand was inside her bottoms, sliding them across. He pressed her hard against the wall as he pushed his head into her, her letting out a loud gasp. She wasn't used to someone his size, and so held her hands in front of his shoulders begging him to slow. He waited until she started gyrating her hips downward begging for more. He pushed his way fully into her, forcing out her voice in her next gasp. Again he waited until her body relaxed and she wrapped her legs tightly around him. Her tongue dove into his mouth with a passion filling them with greater lust driven passion. Gently he lifted her up and down him as fast as the water would allow. He pushed her against the wall so he could have his hands free. The curve of the wall forced her back to arch, head back and her breasts up. He dove his head down into them, stroking and squeezing with his hand. He dragged his fingernails over the thin fabric, obviously catching her nipple as she buckled a little beneath him. He moved a little faster as he sneaked his tongue under the cup. He pulled the cloth off her other breast and swallowed up her pink dot, sucking and chewing it.

Her arms left his shoulders and reached out onto the wall to grip on. He held her hips as he drove into her, faster, faster. The water was sloshing about all around them and making a racket. Then it took her. Her breathing got heavier throwing her chest out so much, and she started begging him for more. She whispered and whimpered as he drove into her again and again. His breathing sped up as he watched her body buckled and fell helpless beneath him. She reached her hand up to behind his neck and scratched him with her finger nails. She groaned as he felt his groin twitch telling him he was going. As much as she tried she couldn't hold it in and moaned as she craned her head back. Now slamming into her hard he gave it one more thrust and his whole body erupted, filling her with his juices as she milked him further, pushing herself over the edge. She pulled herself close and pressed her chest against his, her head buried in his neck to muffle the sound of her screams as her clitoris erupted pleasure throughout her body, leaving her shaking body still gyrating him for a minute or so. Then they stayed for a long moment, not moving, just breathing. Finally he lifted her face with his fingertips and kissed her gently. Her lips moved across his with such affection. When his body was completely dead he moved out of her, gaining one more gasp from her delicate and sensitive body. They still leaned on the wall in each others arms for a long time before they had the energy to climb out. They ran to the door to avoid the cold and they wrapped up together in the warm towel. He dressed and looked at the time, nine o clock, before saying he had to run. She agreed with a smile and walked him to the gate.

"So, back to hating each other tomorrow then?" He smiled a cheeky grin that just oozed sexiness.

"Definitely," she grinned back, and he leaned in to kiss her again, this time a passionate kiss that would keep her thinking about him for a long time. Then he left, leaving her safe in the knowledge that it was their new little secret.



The Pool



We had decided to try to dig a pool down in the creek. We wanted a pool long enough, and wide enough, and deep enough, for the two of us to wade up to our necks in the cool water. We knew where the creek originated. From the northeast corner of our property we could see where it leaked out of our neighbor's back yard. Even during the drought we had two years ago, the creek kept flowing.

So we decided that attempting to dig the pool just down stream of the little walk-bridge (that led over to the picnic meadow we made last summer) would be the ideal spot.

Let me tell you...I wished there was a way to get a small steam shovel down there but it is way too secluded to drive anything except a John Deere garden tractor down there.

We had been digging all day and I'm sure glad we had a double-wheeled wheelbarrow. Moving all that dirt was hard work. So about 2:45 I suggested we knock off digging for the day and Ellie, ever helpful, certainly agreed. As we mounted the stairs to the side porch, I saw Ellie's butt swaying to-and-fro as she climbed the seven stairs before me. She knows I love looking at her and she sways her butt under my nose quite often (to our mutual delight!)

As we entered the house we both began removing our work clothes, Ellie removing her shoes and socks, tossing aside her blouse, then removing her shorts, thus standing in our utility room wearing just her panties. She turned to me as I bent down to untie my shoes, walking into my face, rubbing her belly across my nose. I stuck out my tongue and enjoyed the salty flavor of her sweat. When I tried to lick the front of her panties, she softly pushed my face aside and walk to the shower. So I finished undressing, waiting my turn for the shower, when I saw her green eyes smile as she said, "Would you like to wash my back?" Then she stepped under the spray.

When I entered the shower she was facing the wall, her back to me, leaning under the spray, and swaying her behind as the warm water splashed down her back. I don't know if she was just trying to insure that her entire back was thoroughly wet, or inviting me to approach her. So I decided the latter, got down on my knees behind her, and pressed my face into her buttocks. She pushed back at me, spreading her cheeks on both sides of my nose. She knows I love her ass and she showed this by reaching behind and spreading her buttocks, her fingers full of her cheeks, offering herself to me. I licked.

Yes, I licked. Downwards, my tongue tasting her sweat, then began tasting her anus, circling, feeling her anal muscles tightening, then loosening, then gripping my tongue as I slid in. I could feel her anus adjusting to my presence, trying to force me out. I began wiggling my tongue in her, flicking, sliding, and enjoying her flavor.

She pulled away and as my tongue slipped out she turned to me and said, "I've got to poop. Do you want it, or should I dry off and go sit on the toilet?"

I grabbed her by the hips and turned her around to again face the wall.

She spread her buttocks for me, leaning forward and thrusting her ass outwards towards me. I watched as she placed pressure on her bowels, her anus tightening, then the muscles relaxed. I saw them beginning to relax even more as her anus slowly opened until I soon saw a small turd ball working its way out. Quickly I put my mouth on her ass, my tongue touching that soft, brown morsel. I could feel her pushing, the turd ball moving slowly outward, outward into my waiting mouth.

I began to lick, first around her wide opened anus, then touching the turd ball, tasting her body, tasting her shit. I felt her pushing, pushing, and pushing that turd ball outward, into my waiting mouth. "Okay," she said, "that's it. Now show me."

As she turned around facing me once again, I stood before her, opened my mouth, showing her the piece of turd she gave me. "Do it," she said.

I began to softly chew, enjoying the heat of her turd, enjoying the flavor of her shit in my mouth. I chewed, occasionally opening my mouth a little, letting her see her body's gift staining my teeth, pieces of turd on my tongue. And as I chewed she began to masturbate me, soap acting as a lubricant, her right hand stroking my shaft as her left hand drifted down between my legs. I squatted down a little, spreading my legs, giving her access to me. I felt her finger circling my anus, pushing against the muscles, the soap on her fingers making the piercing of my ass easier. I pushed down on her finger until I felt her other fingers against my balls. Her index finger was all the way up my ass. Still, I chewed; still I enjoyed the debasement of having her shit in my mouth.

As her finger sought my prostate, her right hand stroked me to a firm erection.

"Well now that I've some room in my ass, thanks to your mouth, I've room for something else. Any ideas?" She smiled.

I placed my hands on her hips, slowly turning her around. She bent over, her hands gripping her ankles as I approached her from the rear.

"You're well lubricated by the soap. Slid it in, dear, fuck my ass for me!"

The head of my cock touched her anus and I could feel her easing her muscles, opening, granting me access to her. I slid in, feeling the heat of her ass engulfing my cock, the warmth once again welcoming me. I began moving my hips, my cock sliding in and out, the head almost slipping free. I pulled her by the hips, pulled her tight onto me, feeling her adjusting to me. For several minutes we stood there, her bent over, me fucking her ass. Then, deep in her I paused. As she knew, I was pausing to enjoy the tingle in my balls, the announcement that my climax was arriving.

Often, just before I climax, my cock gets just a bit harder, just a bit longer, and Ellie's ass knows this. Suddenly I began thrusting, fucking her hard, shoving my cock as deep in her ass as I could get. "Fill me," she cried, "Give me your cum!

"There! I feel it. Your cum is so hot. Its burning good in my ass."

I came, my cock spewing sperm in Ellie's ass as my hips worked in and out. Soon my stroking stopped, halted as my climax changed from spurting to simply oozing cum.

I softened, slipping out, beginning to fall back down on my knees.

Ellie's hands once again reached around to grip her cheeks, pulling her buttocks aside, displaying for my eyes her open anus, the muscles relaxed, some cum slowly dripping out.

I drank, my tongue felching her, my mouth sucking the hot mixture of sperm and her body's flavor, tasting the slight saltiness of my cum, the delicious flavor of her ass.

She strained, striving to push out into my mouth all I had just injected into her. I persisted, slipping my tongue in her ass, swinging it around within her, seeking all of my cum until I sensed the surface of another turd ball. I removed my mouth to tell her, "Do it. Shit in my mouth again."

She did, this time a larger quantity of her body's gift. And as I knelt there, sucking the cum-covered turd out of her body she said, "Don't swallow this one. Save some room for supper. Then come to bed. The evening's young and I'm horny."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied.



The Pool



My wife Mary and I live in a normal middle class house and lead a normal middle class life with a few hidden twists. We are swingers and enjoy the life style. This story is not as much about that as it is my wife's sister Cindy. We are 47 years old and Cindy is 42. She just got divorced about a year ago and has just focused on her kids and getting her life back together. Mary and I have a pool in our yard and Cindy likes to come over and use it during the day to relax and unwind while we are at work. 

One day I came home from work before lunch since I had my meetings cancelled and there was not much to do. I noticed Cindy's car in the drive so I parked on the street and went inside. I went in the kitchen to get something to drink and looked out through the window. I could not see Cindy since she was not in the pool so I walked out to see if she wanted something to drink or a bite to eat. When I went out she was in one of the lounge chairs sun bathing topless. I told her sorry I did not mean to interrupt her but just wanted to see if she needed anything. 

She said it was alright and a cold drink would be nice. I went in to get her some tea and when I returned she was still topless. 

Cindy is mildly attractive with a few extra pounds and nice breasts with large nipples. I brought her over her drink and handed it to her. 

She asked me to sit down and give her some company for a while. We started talking and she asked me about the lifestyle and what I thought of it. I never realized Mary had told her about us. 

I told how I enjoyed the socializing and flirting with the other couple and watching Mary suck on another man's cock then hearing him moan as he explodes. I enjoy giving the female oral pleasure and the great sex Mary and I have afterwards. I noticed Cindy moving around a little as I explained the different things we had done but really did not give it any thought. 

She asked me if I would rub some lotion on her because she did not want to get burnt and I said sure. I grabbed the lotion squirted it in my hand and rubbed it together to warm it up first then started rubbing her legs. She had nice legs and I was starting to enjoy it. I worked my way up to her swim suit bottoms and then back down. She opened her legs some more so I could get the insides too and I noticed her breathing started to quicken slightly. As I finished her legs I put the bottle down and started to wipe off my hands. 

Cindy stopped me and asked if I was going to just let her top half burn. I said no and grabbed the lotion again. 

This time I squirted it on her belly and she jumped and her nipples got very hard. I started rubbing her stomach and worked my way to just under her tits then back down. Her nipples were getting harder and harder. I finally reached up and started to work the lotion into her tits and pinch her nipples. She let out a loud moan and reached her hand down inside her bottoms. I massaged her left tit as I leaned over and took her right nipple in my mouth. She started rubbing faster as I licked and sucked her tit and nipple. 

Cindy then reached over and started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. I stood up and started undoing my pants and let them fall to the deck. I moved over closer to her chair and reached my hand into her bottoms pushing hers aside. At first Cindy seemed surprised and unsure of what was going on, and then she started to rub and pull on her hardening nipples. I took my free hand and pulled my hard cock out and put it towards her mouth. Cindy just sat there and stared at my dick trying to figure if she really wanted to do this. I plunged two fingers into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her hard and fast. She started moaning and opened her legs wider. 

I told her to pull her bottoms off and she did. I grabbed her head and started shoving my dick in her mouth. The faster and harder I fucked her with my fingers the harder she sucked my dick. I felt her start to tense up and let out a big moan around my hard cock. She started to cum hard and soaked my fingers. I could not take it any longer I had to taste that pussy. I moved down between her legs and put them on my shoulders then stuck my tongue deep inside her wet hole. She tasted so good. She let out a loud cry and grabbed my head and started moving her hips up and down fucking my tongue and face. I sucked her clit in my mouth and nibbled on it as she yelled at me to eat her pussy. 

As I sucked and licked her clit I shoved two fingers back in her and started to really fuck her hard with them. She moved her hips to match the rhythm of my fingers and told me to fuck her pussy harder. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started lightly biting it and she screamed with pleasure and pain. I then inserted a third finger in her tight pussy, since it was so wet it slide right in. Finally she came hard again and her whole body started shaking and her pussy tightened around my fingers. She told me to bring my dick up there she needed to suck on it now. I told her she needed to beg me like the cum slut she was. She kept trying to pull me up there and I told her to beg. She started asking to please put my hard dick in her cum slut mouth as she started to finger her pussy. I went to her mouth and grabbed her head and shoved my dick down her throat. She started to gag then swallowed my dick right down. She had a great mouth for fucking and swirled her tongue around my dick. I started fucking her mouth faster as she started to finger her pussy hard and fast. I could feel my load start to build and she knew it. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep in her throat. 

Her warm mouth and swirling tongue sent me over the top and I moaned as I emptied my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop and sucked hard for more. My legs felt weak and I fell back on the lounge chair. She was not done though. She got off her chair and on her knees grabbing my softening dick. 

She told me she needed a hard dick in her pussy and I was going to give it to her. She started sliding her tongue up and down my cock and licking around the head then sliding it in her mouth. 

At 47 I did not think I had the bounce back power I once did but she was going to show me different. She sucked and jerked on my dick and told me she needed it in her wet pussy now and she was going to ride me hard and fast.

My cock started to respond to her actions and talk and before long was hard again. She jumped up and straddled my legs and lowered her wet pussy on my hardening shaft. Her pussy felt so good as it milked my cock. She started moving slowly at first then picked up the pace. She was riding my dick hard as she said she would while she pinched and pulled on her nipples. She told me to fuck her pussy harder and harder. I was pushing up in her as she pushed down driving my shaft as far as it would go. She told me to fill her pussy up with my hot cum, she wanted it and needed it. I was giving her everything I had then decided to change things up. 

I pushed her off of me and told her to get on her knees in the chair. She had her hot ass in the air as I stood behind her. I started pushing my cock in her wet cunt and she pushed back. I sunk all the way in and started fucking her as hard as I could. I smacked her ass and called her a cum slut. She started to moan and fuck me back harder. I smacked her ass again and asked her what she wanted. "I want your cum inside my pussy now" she growled. "Why" I asked. Because I am a cum slut she said. I fucked her harder wanting to fill that pussy with my cum. 

"You would like a dick to suck on right now wouldn't you cum slut?" I said. She shook her head no and I smacked her ass hard. Don't lie you want one don't you? She shook her head no again and I smacked her ass again. You know you do don't you? 

Yes, she moaned. I want one in my mouth while you pound my pussy so I can suck on it and lick it. I want to jerk on it and lick his balls and feel it grow in my mouth. I want to make him cum all over my face and in my mouth while you fuck my pussy from behind then have you trade places so I can lick my pussy juice off your cock. I have always wanted to suck a hard cock and get fucked at the same time because I am a cum slut. When she told me this I could not take any more groaned and shot my load in her pussy. She felt it and started to shake as she came then. 

When I was done and pulled out she spun around and grabbed my dick and started to suck it clean. As I looked down at her she looked up at me pulled my dick out of her mouth and told me I really did want to suck my juice off your dick. Now if I only had a hard dick in me while I was doing it. I could feel my cock start to stir again.



The Pool



Her long legs scissored languidly as she swam the length of the pool. 

From my lane, beside and slightly behind her, I watched avidly. Starting at those small, perfectly formed feet, her glowing calves, thighs and pert arse cheeks drew my attention to the thin strap of material covering her pussy.

As she swam, her butt flexed in a rhythmic and hypnotic pattern. Her inner thighs as they moved up and down gave tantalizing glimpses of the flesh of her crotch, either side of the narrow seam of her swimsuit.

I'd done eighteen laps when she appeared. With my head in the water and concentrating on my breathing, I hadn't seen her enter the pool. As I turned my face to breathe I caught a sudden glimpse of her passing the other way, long perfect legs kicking her slender figure through the water in the lane beside mine.

After a few more laps I rested at the shallow end and washed my goggles to de-fog them. She stroked up to the end, turned and flashed me a smile of greeting before lunging back down the lane. As she did I noticed her swimsuit was cut high on the thighs, exposing a cheeky expanse of firm butt on either side.

Slipping my goggles back on I kicked off from the wall, matching her speed so I had a perfect view of that lovely arse and gorgeous legs. As her arms stroked through the water I saw that her breasts were firm yet not as small as her slim build would suggest. As she was wearing a swimming cap and goggles I couldn't see much of her face, but her well formed cheekbones and the smile she'd given me told me she was a looker.

For the next twenty laps I stayed just behind her, enjoying the view. When she did a tumble turn at the deep end, the view of her perfect bottom thrusting out and cradling the hump of her pussy was enough to send a rush of blood to my cock.

The pool was starting to fill up and I no longer had the lane to myself. A bloke I knew as Geoff joined my lane. We agreed to split the lane and stay on separate sides rather than follow a racetrack pattern, and I made sure I had the side closest to the lovely girl I'd been drooling over.

Everything went well for a while until there was a sudden impact on my shoulder. Geoff had drifted out of his side of the lane (probably distracted by the sight of those gorgeous legs kicking frog-style in breaststroke) and crashed into me.

Neither of us stopped swimming, but after another few laps I'd had enough of sharing a lane and regretfully climbed out of the pool. As I glanced around I noticed that apart from Geoff and myself, the other swimmers were all women.

In the change room, I stripped out of my wet togs and stepped under the shower. As I closed my eyes I saw that magnificent arse again. Dreamily remembering the sexy flex of her butt, my penis thickened and lengthened under the hot spray.

Suddenly the changeroom door crashed open and a voice said "Hey man, I'm really sorry about hitting you in th... huh??"

My eyes flew open to see Geoff standing a few feet away. His mouth had dropped open and his eyes were fixed on my crotch. Looking down, I saw that I was fully erect, the bell end engorged and purple.

Geoff grinned. "Busted!!" he smirked.

"I... er... I wasn't doing anything!" I protested lamely.

"Mate, I don't blame you for cracking a woody," he laughed. "Tamara is the goods, isn't she?"

"Tamara?" I repeated stupidly.

"Tamara," he affirmed. "The hottie in lane one. Don't tell me you hadn't noticed, I saw that you were perving so much that you almost forgot to breathe!"

I must have looked a bit sheepish.

"I knew it!" he crowed. "Don't sweat it, man. She's a great girl. And..." he nodded in the direction of my shrinking cock, "...Friendly".

"You know her?"

"Know her?" he grinned. "You could say that." He seemed to think for a moment. "I owe you for crashing your lane. Wait here a mo." With a wink, he turned and left change room.

I sank down onto the bench, clapped my hand over my eyes and groaned. Busted with a stiffy in the pool change room. With my luck, Geoff was probably telling the story to the lovely Tamara right now, laughing about the pathetic sod he'd caught beating off in the shower.

"Well, what have we here?" came a soft throaty voice.

For the second time my eyes sprang open. Standing in the doorway, with Geoff grinning over her shoulder, stood the gorgeous woman who'd inspired the diminishing erection.

I fumbled for my towel and hurriedly draped it across my lap. Only then did I properly look.

My mouth dropped.

Her body was stunning.

Her long, smooth legs looked even better out of the water. My gaze travelled slowly up. Her swimsuit snugged her pussy mound tightly. Cut high at the sides, it displayed her hips in all their glory.

It hugged her firm stomach then separated from her skin as it stretched over her breasts. As she was leaning on the doorframe, one hand on her hips and shoulders back, the view of her chest was unobstructed.

Her breasts thrust proudly out, the material of her swimsuit tenting slightly at her nipples. Being low cut, the swimsuit displayed a breathtaking valley of cleavage that caught my gaze and trapped it.

A soft chuckle dragged my unwilling gaze upwards, past the dimple of her collarbone and long neck to the smiling face above.

She was beautiful. With her swim cap and goggles dangling from her fingers, I saw a pair of warm, humorous brown eyes with arched brows, full red lips, pert straight nose, and single beauty spot that somehow completed her. Long blonde hair, darkened slightly by the water, was pulled back from her face and cascaded down her back.

Those lovely eyes looked into mine, then dropped to my crotch. With a start I realized that my erection had sprung back into life, evidenced by the obvious tent in my towel.

"Like what you see, then?" she murmured, looking at my eyes.

I hadn't been this embarrassed since my mother found my porno stash. I'd been busted with an erection (twice, now), she probably knew I'd been perving on her in the pool, and I was wearing nothing but a towel.

So what the hell. What did I have to lose?

I slowly dragged the towel off my lap and watched her eyes drop to follow it.

"I can't tell," I told her in an even tone. "You'll have to show me."

As the towel slipped over my penis I felt cool air around it. Still watching her eyes, I saw them widen momentarily. A slight expression of shock crossed her face and for a moment I felt unsure, apprehensive that I'd gone too far. Then her smile reappeared and my confidence surged back.

I leaned back against the tiled wall and opened my knees. Now I was completely exposed to her. She could see my hairy ball sack between my thighs, as my stiff cock bobbed higher into the air.

Something about being naked and erect in front of this girl, still in her swimsuit, in a public change room, was immensely exciting. My cock engorged more than it ever had before.

She turned briefly to Geoff and murmured something in a low voice. Both of them stepped fully into the change room, then Geoff turned and locked the door.

"I don't even know your name," she said, raising her eyes briefly to mine.

"Marty," I said. My cock bobbed in greeting to her.

She walked over to me and stood between my spread knees. Eyes fixed on mine, she started slipping the shoulder straps of her swimsuit down her arms.

"Well, Marty," she murmured. "Let's see if you like what you see."

She peeled her swimsuit down slowly. As her breasts swelled from the rolled top, she paused briefly, flashed a nervous smile, then pulled down until her stiff pink nipples popped out, one after the other.

My gaze dropped to her chest and the breath caught in my throat. Her breasts hung, large but firm, like two water-filled balloons. They jiggled slightly as her breathing quickened. At their tips her nipples swelled to stiff points, like two pencil erasers. The areole around them was goose-bumped.

My hand trembled as I reached up. I looked at her eyes, silently asking permission to proceed. Her lips parted and she bent slightly at the waist, which dropped her left breast to within inches of my right hand. Still watching her eyes, I reached further until my fingertips touched the smooth, yielding underside of her breast.

Her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp. As ran my hand around the front of her breast, just lightly touching with my fingers, I brushed against the stiff nipple. She visibly jumped and the breath left her mouth in a soft moan.

Leaning forward, my mouth was watering as I faced her right breast. It was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen. 

Gently circling her left nipple with my palm, I breathed on her right one. Extending my tongue I lapped gently on the base of her nipple, swirling my tongue from side to side then sucking the nipple into my mouth. 

"Oh yeah," she breathed. "Oh, that's good."

"Mmmmm..." I murmured around a mouthful of breast. I pulled my head back, releasing her nipple from my lips with a soft pop.

I looked up at her face, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes glowing.

"Tamara, baby," I whispered, "I definitely like what I see!"

She smiled, the leaned in. Looking into my eyes, her lips parted then brushed mine.

Her breath was sweet as our lips met again and pressed together. The tip of her tongue playfully danced around my mouth. My excitement rising further, I moaned into her mouth as we kissed passionately.

As she pressed further into me, my cock pressed into her toned stomach. As caught up as I was in our kiss, I couldn't help thinking that it felt more like warm skin than wet swimsuit.

We broke our kissing and she pulled back slightly, her neck arching in pleasure. 

I glanced downwards and saw to my confusion that her swimsuit was peeled off completely and puddled around her feet!

She moaned again and shuffled her feet apart, stretching the swimsuit. She was bent forward at the waist, her butt pushed back and circling slowly. I couldn't help thinking that I'd love to see her from behind.

Looking down between her hanging breasts, I could see a narrow strip of dark blonde hair and the merest glimpse of her pubis. Between her legs, I could see a man on his knees, stiff prick bobbing in the air as his upper body moved behind her.

It was Geoff. He'd slipped out of his swimmers and pulled down her swimsuit while she was kissing me. Now his hands were on her hips and his nose was buried between her butt cheeks while he slurped at her wet slit and arsehole.

The sight excited me immensely. I palmed her breasts again, caressing and then gently tweaking her stiff nipples. She responded by moaning and leaning into my hands, bending further forward until her wet hair was draping my thigh and I could feel her breath on my straining cock.

Her hands grabbed my thighs as she leaned down. She opened her eyes and focused on the purple head of my cock, precum glistening on it. Those perfect lips parted. I had to physically restrain my hips from thrusting forward as she extended her long, pink tongue and gently licked around the circumference of my knob.

The sight of those gorgeous lips slipping over my penis was almost as exciting as the feel of them. She knelt down on the floor, resting her arms along my thighs and cupping my balls with her right hand as she slipped her mouth further and further over my throbbing shaft.

Behind her, Geoff straightened up and licked his lips. He grinned at me then looked down at her naked figure. Leaning back, he took his stiff cock in hand and rubbed the tip on each of her butt cheeks before gently guiding it to the pucker of her arsehole. It must have been coated with plenty of precum, as he slowly pushed forward there was only a little resistance before it popped into her anus.

Tamara moaned around my cock and rocked back and forth slightly as Geoff started sliding in and out of her. I twitched my hips forward more, and she took the hint and started bobbing her head busily over my cock, sucking hard as her red lips encircled it.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations from the best blowjob I'd ever had. I could hear soft grunts and the slap of ballsack on pussy as Geoff thrust his thick penis in and out of her bottom.

Tamara lifted her face from my crotch and moaned.

"Oh god! Ohhhhhh..." she breathed.

Those gorgeous eyes opened and gazed into mine.

"Marty," she said as her body jerked back and forth from the cock pistoning her arse, 

"I need you in me. In my pussy. Now... please?"

She and Geoff shuffled back from the bench and I slid down and on to the floor. I slipped my legs between her feet and slid forward until my straining cock pointed up at her pussy. From this angle I was looking straight at her glistening labia. The rear of her cunt flexed open and closed as Geoff's cock moved in and out of her butt.

I reached out and drew my finger slowly along her dripping slit. The heat and slickness made my cock jump with anticipation. Slipping two fingers in, I worked them in and out as she moaned above me, her hair brushing my forehead as she looked down at me.

Geoff's dick left her anus with an audible pop. He stepped back, prick bobbing stiffly, as Tamara knelt down over me.

She reached between our bodies and I watched as she grabbed my penis. She straightened up and lowered her moist cunt on to my aching knob.

She moved my cock back and forth to drag my tip along her slit. Then, positioning it at the entrance to her hole, she dropped further until the tip was just inside. 

The heat from her cunt was incredible. I looked up at her face.

Keeping my bell end just inside her, she bent forward again. Her hair hung down and framed her flushed face as she looked into her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, smiling, and she was panting softly. This was the face of a girl who was enjoying herself immensely.

"God, that feels good!" I murmured.

"Uh-huh," she said.

She bent right over and pressed her lips to mine again. I could feel her rubbery nipples pressing into my chest. I palmed her breasts again and fondled them as she slowly slid her hot, tight, wet cunt down my throbbing cock until I was all the way inside her.

God, it felt great. I couldn't remember being in a tighter pussy. Every jiggle, every slight movement she made sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine.

She rested those magnificent breasts on my chest and kissed me again, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth as she flexed back and forth on her knees. She ran her hands along my outstretched arms until they clasped mine. As she slid up and down on my cock her hands clenched. I could tell she was close to the edge.

"Geoff," she said, "Put.. put it back in. Oh.... God.... Now!"

Geoff squatted behind her, his feet outside her calves. As her cunt clenched my cock he spread her cheeks and positioned his knob against her pink ring.

Groaning with delight, he pushed slowly in.

Tamara gasped. Her cunt suddenly spasmed around my cock as she threw her head back. She wrapped her arms around me and clenched tightly, her sweet breath panting in my ear.

"Unnnh.... Uh... ahhhhhh..." she moaned. As Geoff slammed his cock up her rubbery ring, her cunt rhythmically squeezed my trembling cock as she orgasmed.

"AHHHHHH!!" she cried. A moment later, Geoff grunted as he spurted loads of cum up her anus.

The excitement was too much. With a cry of satisfaction I came furiously inside the tight warm sleeve of her cunt. Thick ropes of cum gushed from my cock and she jerked as she felt it splash against her womb.

Geoff pulled his shrinking dick from her ring with an audible pop, and staggered back to the benches on the other side of the change room. He sat heavily and leaned against the wall, a glow of satisfaction on his face.

Tamara slumped on top of me until her breathing slowed, her head against my chest. Finally she raised herself up and smiled at me.

"Thanks, Marty," she murmured. "I've always thought this was better exercise than swimming!"

I laughed shakily and said "Couldn't agree more... I've never had this much fun in the pool!"

As she lifted herself off me, my semi-hard dick slid from her overheated pussy. She flinched as the head popped out, then stood and extended an arm down to me.

I grabbed her wrist and stood. She stepped close and slipped her arms around my neck.

At the feel of my knob pressing against the folds of her pussy, she leaned her head back and raised one eyebrow.

"Come on then," she laughed, "Guess we'd better have a shower!" 



The Pool



The hotel we're staying at has a 24 hour facility and I intend on using it. Forget about the lovely view of the city- the pool is on the roof of the building- what a sweet set up!

You take our bags to our room while I grab some snacks from the lobby. I get to the room only to find you passed out on the bed- you are so cute while you sleep. I can't resist the urge to watch. I lean in and gently give you a kiss and gather up my things and head for the shower.

What a long drive!!! I get in the shower with my back facing the water and my head leaning against the wall. The water feels so good on my back. I look down at my breasts and begin to massage them- my pussy is becoming wet. I don't want to wake you so maybe I can finish myself off real quick. The shower head is detachable and the water pressure is fantastic for the dirty deed I'm thinking of.

I turn around, grab the shower head- adjust the setting, place one foot on the side of the tub and spread myself open. Mmmmmmmmm, the water teases my clit as I move my hips back and forth. I'm trying to keep quiet since you're sleeping but I really can't help myself. The bathroom door is wide open and there is a mirror right in front of the door. I stick my head out to see if your still sleeping but to my surprise you are fully alert and from the looks of it you are quite erect.

I turn the shower off and wrap myself with a towel. "What are you doing nasty boy?" You look at me with a sly grin and say "the same thing you were doing in the shower!" I'm embarrassed! You were watching me masturbate- I wonder how long you were watching.

"You know, I can help you scratch that itch" you say. "I'll bet you can!" I reply. I walk over to the bed remove my towel and straddle you. My pussy juice is being soaked up by the cloth in your boxers. I'm grinding my hips back and forth- I can feel your dick pressing against the opening of my vagina. You lift your ass up and slide your boxers off- that's much better.

You take the tip of your dick and begin to rub my clitoris. I run my fingers through your hair and stare into you beautiful blue eyes. "I want to be free with you in the water!" I say. You hop up and say "let's take another shower!" I tell you about the pool on the roof and ask if you're game. You tell me you're down and start getting dressed.

The hotel is quiet- there is some big sporting event in town and tons of people are attending it. We make it to the roof and it is breath taking! We wait around for a few minutes to make sure no one is around and then we get undressed. You grab my hand and lead me in the water. You're leaning against the side of the pool and I'm right there in front of you. You take turns caressing my neck and nibbling on my ears.

The water is so warm and it feels so good. You lift me me up and I wrap my legs around you. I feel your hard member enter my waiting vagina. Our mouths are touching while we fuck. Our heads are pressed against each others and our eyes staring at one another.

Your dick feels so good inside me- its like my pussy was made just for you!

You unwrap my legs from around your waist and lead me over to the stairs. I already know what's next so I grab the railing and lean over it. You walk up one step higher- rest one leg on the railing and reenter my Vagina. You're fucking me real hard and real deep and I like it! The water is splashing all around us. You're moaning and grunting- it's like you are on a mission to tear up my pussy. Mission accomplished!

You get out of the pool and lay a towel down on one of the chairs. You motion for me to come over to where you are. You lay down flat on your back and tell me to jump on! I hate to sit with my back facing you but this is very necessary! I mount your cock and feel it slide in my tight wet hole. I rock my hips back and forth at a very fast pace I glance back only to see your eyes closed with such ecstasy- nothing makes me more proud! 

You're holding my hips down ensuring that my pussy swallows your entire dick as I ride you. It feels so fucking good. You've moved your hands from my hips to my breasts. You're pulling me into you. You're fucking me right back. I'm beginning to cry out your name. I'm at a nice angle. Every time I grind my hips my clit gets massaged. I tell you I'm close and you tell me you're already there. You fill up my pussy with your creamy goodness. I slowly dismount. You pull me down on top of you and begin to kiss me. Then you work your way down to my pussy were you suck, lick, tease and finger. Here I cum. I can here the fluids from my pussy filling up in your mouth.

Making love to you feels so good it's like a dream that I never want to awake from.



The Pool



It was a very hot lazy afternoon and I welcomed the chance to join my neighbor, Susan, in a swim and some sun around her backyard pool. My husband and I had often remarked at the miracle of landscaping that her yard represented; her backyard was completely screened from the surrounding houses. Between stands of poplars and ivy shrouded trellises, every inch of her pool deck was invisible to prying eyes. And Brian should know since I had caught him more than once straining to catch a glimpse of Susan sunning or swimming. It was only natural, I guess, since Susan was absolutely stunning and wore very little whenever she could get away with it.

Susan and I had been nodding acquaintances for the past year since we moved here from the Midwest. California was completely unlike Iowa. I had been having a very difficult time adjusting to the changed social mores, the behavior others took for granted I still found scandalous. At a dinner party at one of Brian’s partner’s home, Susan had unexpectedly invited me to join her some afternoons for sun and a swim. Today she had called to remind me of her invitation and I had agreed to come.

With more than a little trepidation, I had gotten myself ready for the afternoon. Not wanting to be considered out of touch, I used a depilatory to remove all the hair from my legs, under arms, and bikini area. I donned my bikini and looked in the mirror, adjusting my breasts in the cups. Considered scandalous when I bought it in Iowa, the white bikini was modest by California standards. Shrugging into an overshirt of light cotton and sliding my feet into my sandals, I grabbed my towel and sunglasses and went next door.

I was still nervous when Susan opened the door, but her overwhelming friendliness soon put me at ease. Susan showed me around her lovely home, and then ushered me out to the secluded deck around her pool. I draped my towel over one of the chaise lounges and then looked around at Susan as she took off her short terry robe. Her swim suit made mine look like a Mother Hubbard. The bottom was a micro-thong in white, the tiny white string disappearing between her buttocks and the miniscule cloth patch barely covering her pubes. The top was not any bigger, the two tiny triangles actually smaller than her areolas. Susan gave me a big smile and then she dove into the swimming pool, her strong sleek body knifing through the water. I also dove in, not nearly as gracefully and slowly swam the length of her pool. The water was surprisingly cold, almost taking my breath away at the sudden shock from the change in temperature. 

After swimming two laps, Susan pulled herself from the pool, a nymph rising from the sea. I followed her out, using the ladder, and then laid down upon my towel covered chaise lounge. Susan started to talk about the dinner party we’d attended, and I listened with half an ear as I let the sun warm my chilled blood. I was also admiring Susan…her lean body, tight buns, high firm breasts. I felt dowdy in comparison. No wonder Brian drooled over her, I thought, as my eyes moved along her frame. Suddenly I could not believe my eyes; the tiny white thong of her suit was almost transparent with the water from the pool. I could clearly see the outline of her thick pussy lips. It was obvious she was shaved completely smooth, too.

The breeze across my body made my nipples stand erect in reaction to the sudden chill. At least that’s what I told myself as I stared at Susan’s displayed body. When she reached up and removed her top, I was fascinated by the color of her nipples. They were a dark coral pink, and they stood erect at least three-quarters of an inch. I could see them standing tall, like strawberries atop her golden breasts. I wondered what they would feel like, taste like. 

What was wrong with me? I’d never fantasized about a woman before and yet here I was staring at Susan like some lovesick teenage boy, dreaming of kissing her breasts and sliding my hands inside that tiny thong. I groaned as I felt that inner wetness building. I was actually becoming aroused! Susan picked up her sunscreen and poured a large amount in her hands. She began to spread it along her legs and then over her stomach and finally her breasts. My eyes were glued to her movements as she rubbed the lotion around her gorgeous breasts and jutting nipples, seeing her pulling and tweaking those nipples just a tiny bit as she finished. Recognizing that I needed lotion as well, I poured some on my legs and began to spread it evenly up my body. My hands brushed my aching crotch in passing and electric shocks went through me. I spread more lotion up my body and onto my own breasts. Taking a cue from Susan, I pulled off my suit top and liberally rubbed oil into my breasts and nipples. I admit it; some of that attention was just to bring myself along. I could see Susan watching me so I prolonged it a tiny bit and then lay back on my towel.

Susan complimented me on my body and I replied that next to her I felt like a frump. She laughed, a delicate musical sound, and replied that being able to swim and work out every day had its blessings. I agreed, telling her she had one of the most beautiful bodies I’d ever seen. She surprised me by telling me how her husband had left her for another man about six months before. She’d skinned him in the divorce, but just didn’t trust men right then. In fact, the dinner party had been first time she’d been out since the divorce and she’d only gone since my husband’s partner had handled the divorce. Susan said she was enjoying her independence and wasn’t sure she ever intended to let a man have control in her life again.

I laughed and told her that she’d best keep her single status secret because all the neighborhood wives would be very nervous with her around. I went on to tell her how I’d caught Brian trying to peak over the fence on several occasions. Susan told me that I had nothing to worry about as she was not interested in Brian or any other husband.

Susan then asked if I would mind putting sunscreen on her back. I moved over next to her as she lay face down upon her chaise. As I started to spread the oil on her warm back I became very aware of the tactile sensations involved. The firmness of her skin, the slippery oil and the sensuousness of the situation. As I stretched to reach her shoulders, the tips of my bare breasts touched her back, reminding me of my own state of undress. My hands moved further down her back, enjoying the strength of her muscles under her taut skin. As my hands passed over the tiny waistband of her thong, I was suddenly conscious of what I was doing. I was massaging and stroking the beautiful ass of this vibrant woman. 

I was on fire. The sensation of my hands gliding over her silky skin was turning me on in ways I’d never felt before. I let my thumbs drift between her buttocks along the cleft, slipping beneath the insignificant string of her thong. I strove to make it look like an accident as I brought my hands lower on her buns and my thumbs slipped over her anus. Shaking I moved my hands out and along her thighs, down her legs, and finally to her feet. Finishing I moved back to my chaise and lay face down upon it, my head turned away from Susan as I tried to sort out the feelings raging inside me. What was I doing? I was a married woman. I’d never thought about being with another woman. Okay, okay, perhaps when Brian and I watched those silly porno movies and they had some lez couple working out, some part of me had wondered about it. Sure I got turned on but wasn’t that what those movies were supposed to do? Now I wondered whether that arousal had been caused by my husband or by the images I’d been seeing… 

Susan’s strong hands started rubbing the oil into my shoulders and neck. I relaxed under her touch, feeling the tensions drain out my muscles as she rubbed the oil into my body. She moved my arms up over my head as she finished oiling them, exposing my sides to her ministrations. The poured the sun-warmed oil along my spine and then began to spread it around. Her hands curled along my ribs, even moving underneath me slightly to brush my breasts. Her hands moved down my back and soon I felt her hands tugging at my suit bottoms. Without thinking I raised my hips and let her draw them off my body. Her hands now spread the lotion over my ass cheeks, sending shockwaves throughout my body. Her fingertips brushed across my anus, drawing a gasp from me as well as an involuntary push back from my hips, seeking to prolong the contact. 

She shifted her attention to my feet, rubbing the lotion into the soles and between my toes. Slowly she worked her way up my legs, over my calves, behind my knees and then along my thighs. By the time her hands reached the inside of my upper thighs, I was completely helpless. There was no doubt about my condition when she reached between my thighs and touched my slit. As her thumb caressed my clit, she slid two fingers into my vaginal passage. Using her other oil slicked hand, she slowly pushed a finger into my ass. I was crying out in animal noises as she brought me higher and higher, ever closer to the peak of orgasm. I lifted my hips into the air, raising my butt high and giving her complete control over me. She had three fingers filling my pussy and her thumb rubbing firmly on my erect clit while that hard finger filled my ass in ways nothing every had before. 

I couldn’t stop cumming. Rational thought was gone; my entire reason for existence was focused on the overwhelming sensations she was creating. She pulled free from me for a moment and made me roll back onto my back. She introduced her thumb into my ass while her lips locked around my clit, her tongue dancing a merry rhythm on my clit and her fingers once again filling my passage. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as she licked my pussy. My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her face tighter against me. Oh God it felt so good! She gently scraped her teeth on my clit and another wave crashed down on me. My legs were spread as far as I could open them to get her all the access she wanted. As she continued to suck and nibble at my clit, I could feel her pushing move of her fingers inside of me, filling me, and opening me to more. My husband never stretched me like this. My husband never made me feel like this. Her whole hand was inside me now, pumping slowly, fucking me with her fist. I could feel her thumb and her fist, separated only by the thin membranes inside me. My hands grabbed at my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples. The sensations overwhelmed me, plunging me into the darkness of unconsciousness.

I awoke to being held in her arms, my head on her breast. As my lips sought her erect nipple, Susan reminded me of the time, saying that it was late and my husband would be home soon. Reluctantly I let go of her nipple and sat up. Susan kissed me, the taste of my juices still upon her face. Then we stood and walked back to the pool. A quick dive and swim sluiced the sweat and residue from our bodies. As we toweled each other, we made a date for the next morning.



The Pool



Well that was an interesting weekend...

My first year of college, I was looking for some work over the summer so I became a lifeguard. I was certified and did all the appropriate courses to make sure I could perform CPR and administer first aid. Now, every summer I try to keep up my training and I look for work at a lifeguard at community pools or private country clubs.

I prefer the country clubs of course. They serve fantastic meals and the perks are always a step above anywhere else I have worked. One time I received a fifty dollar tip from a grey haired man who enjoyed that I looked after his grand kids. Honestly, I think he was hoping I would do a lot more for that fifty dollars. He would often leer at me while his grand kids were in the pool.

Being leered at is just a part of the job for me. Being out in the sun all day watching the pool gives me a great tan. I take pride in my appearance and I work out regularly. Of course, being a dirty blond and buxom probably gets me some attention as well. Unfortunately, it isn't always the best kind of attention. More than once I've caught the teenage boys rubbing their junk as they stand in the pool. If you are standing waist deep in the pool, staring at me, I can tell you are playing with your junk you little creeps! So gross!

There was another time a sweet woman let me borrow her car for a week after she found out mine had broken down. I was actually terrified to drive it. It was a fifty thousand dollar car and there would have been no way for me to pay back any kind of damage I would have caused. The woman didn't care. She just wanted me to drive hers until I had saved up enough money to fix my own car. Apparently someone had done something similar for her when she was in college and by enabling her to keep working, she was able to make something of herself. Now she is a millionaire.

I still keep in touch with her and I have always appreciated the lessons she has taught me. She is one of the reasons why I still lifeguard during my summers. She let me sit down with her (very expensive) financial planner once. He gave me some great advice on how to properly invest my money. Ever since then, I have always had goals to work for. After this summer, I will be able to afford my own home, which is no small feat when you live in Los Angeles.

That is why I took whatever job I could over the past few summers. Unfortunately, not all the jobs were as nice as the country clubs.

The community pools aren't as fun. OK, they aren't fun at all. Instead of tips I get to deal with puking children, poop in the pool, mothers that scream at me because my cleavage is showing, or having a cop car or two show up because the moms are fighting are just some of the highlights. Oh, and getting to clean out the restrooms is always fun. I wish there was a word to describe what some people do to a public toilet. Disgusting just doesn't adequately describe what I have seen. At least twice, I came across things in a toilet that were so vile, I literally vomited.

I applied at a lot of country clubs this year but I was hired by a small community "members only" pool. This type of facility is between a country club and a community pool. Basically, for a deposit and a monthly fee you can have access to the pool as long as you obey the rules so it keeps out a lot of the...poop.

It's a nice enough place. It is surrounded by a tall, brick wall to keep the public out, and it has a decent concession stand. It isn't fine dining by any means but if you need a burger or a hot dog to get you through a long summer day, it is there for you. Lifeguards get all the beverages we want. I'm not a fan of soda so I just drink their delicious lemonade or iced tea.

People that have to pay a monthly fee are generally more respectful and they tend to behave because they don't want to lose their deposit. There are still rowdy parties once in a while, but they are definitely limited. At the community pools you have you fish out all the furniture that isn't bolted down at least once a week. Since I started working at this facility, we only had to do it once, after a graduation party.

Anyway, over the past few months, I've noticed one man that is at the pool every Saturday. At first, I didn't even really notice him. He comes in and sits at the table that is furthest away from the pool. He always wears a hat, reads books or the newspaper, and smokes a pipe. Once in a while he will dive into the pool and then get right back out and go back to his pipe and book.

The first time I really noticed him was when I passed by his table one day. I was picking up towels from around the pool. I picked up a few towels near his table.

He removed his sunglasses and said, "My deepest apologies, Miss. I do hope my pipe has not offended you. I shall put it out if you request I do so."

He was smoking it outside, the aroma was actually quite nice, and since he asked so respectfully, I let him know it didn't offend me at all and I kept right on working.

From that point on though, I became very intrigued with the man. Maybe it was his accent or the way he phrased his sentences. Maybe it was seeing his beautiful brown eyes that had previously always been hidden behind dark sunglasses, or maybe it was the smile he gave me. Whatever it was, I needed to learn more about him.

It looked like he was in his mid-forties and he was tall man. My brother is over six foot tall and the man looked to be about the same height as my brother, if not taller. He was thin, but not skinny. It didn't look like he worked out much, but he was still fit, if that makes sense. When he would take off his hat to swim, I could see he had a full head of brown hair. I would say he was attractive, but his personality made him more attractive. He would often hold the door open for others and you could tell he was genuinely a nice man.

I started asking the other lifeguards what they knew, so I could find out more about him. He was from South Africa, and he would come every Saturday for the past few years. He rarely ever missed a Saturday, even coming during the winter. I found myself looking for him every Saturday, and I would often volunteer to switch with the other girls so I could be at the pool when he was there.

The weekend before last, there were just a few people at the pool on that Saturday, so I did my usual routine and I picked up the towels near his table. He took off his sunglasses, tipped his hat and nodded, and then put his hat back on and resumed reading, slowly placing his sunglasses over his eyes. I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Excuse me. May I sit down," I asked.

The question seemed to startle him. I don't think anyone asked to join him in since he had been going to the pool, and it was as if he was taken aback by my request.

"But of course," he finally said as he sat up straight, put down his pipe, and started to straighten his reading material.

I stared directly into his eyes, but his eyes would only glance at me. He was shy, although he didn't need to be. I couldn't figure out why.

"Can I ask you a question?" I finally asked.

"You may," he replied.

"I noticed you don't swim much. You've probably only been in the pool two or three times since I started working here a few months ago. Why do you pay the dues and come if you don't like to swim?"

His eyes stopped dancing around and the focused on floor.

He spoke softly and said, "My wife and I moved here from South Africa. When we lived there, I had done rather well for myself and our home had a pool. My wife would swim every single day. I would finish work, drive home, and I would sit and enjoy my evening pipe as she would swim lap after lap."

His expression then changed. His eyes became less focused.

He continued, "It almost felt unnatural to my fingers when her skin was dry." He loosely opened his hands, his palms facing upward, his fingers caressing something that was not there. He stopped speaking, his eyes staring into the past, at a very different time and place. "We then moved to America, hoping to have a wonderful new life here. It had always been a fantasy of hers to move to Los Angeles. She thought Hollywood was a magical place and she wanted to be closer to it. She had always supported me in everything I had done, so when I had the means available to me, we moved here."

He closed his hands and crossed his arms. He stared at the trees that peeked over the brick wall that surrounded the pool.

"What happened to her, your wife?" I finally asked, hoping to bring him back to the table.

He blinked hard a few times.

"Car accident on the 405. They say she 'died on impact'." He said the words with emphasis, still unable to understand their meaning. "Anyway, I now come here every weekend, as a memorial if you will. It takes me back to a place and time where I actually enjoyed myself. I often used to..."

The words coming out of his mouth trailed off until he just sat there in silence. He was lost somewhere in the past. I wanted to hug him and hold him. I wanted to tell him that he would find someone new and one day his heart would heal, but it just didn't feel right to do so.

The silence hung in the air, waiting for the tension to disperse.

I stood up slowly. "I'm very sorry for your loss. I didn't mean to pry. I just..."

He just kept staring into nothing. I felt horrible for making him feel so bad and sending him to such a painful place. I turned and quickly walked away. He had done nothing but be kind to me, and I had hurt him. The rest of the day, he just sat there, staring into nothing.

Every time I would glance in his direction, he would just break my heart. I wanted to go back in time and just keep my mouth shut. I wanted to erase that brief conversation and just make it go away. I wanted to find a way to make it right.

He left the pool early that day. He didn't walk out with the normal confidence that I was accustomed to. He almost staggered, as if he was struggling to carry the weight of the past on his shoulders.

That night I went home, drank a bottle of wine and cried as I recalled the sadness that appeared in the man's eyes. His pain was so obvious and still so intense. As I lay in bed, my head spinning from the Shiraz, I decided I had to help him. I didn't know how, but I knew I had to help him feel better.

As I started to fall to sleep, it hit me. I knew what I was going to do.

So this Saturday, I waited in anticipation for the South African to arrive. My stomach was in knots and I was very anxious. I hoped that I hadn't pushed him to go find another pool where he could be left alone without an annoying ditzy blond to ask him stupid questions.

Thankfully, he showed up! He walked in carrying what looked like a grocery bag with handles. I was sitting in the lifeguard tower when he arrived. He stared right at me, smiled and nodded, and then walked over to his table. I was relieved not only to see him, but to see him smiling again. I was so worried he would be upset with me.

He put all of his things down, removed something from the bag, and started to walk toward the pool. He walked around the pool and then right up to the lifeguard tower. I quickly climbed down as he approached. I wanted to apologize and I didn't want to yell it from on top of Lifeguard Mountain.

As he approached, he moved his arm from behind his back, revealing a beautiful yellow and pink rose. He leaned them forward to me as he smiled.

"My most humble apologies, dear Miss. My departure was completely uncalled for rude, and for that I am sorry," he said with a smile.

"I was just about to apologize to you!" I replied. "I was so afraid I had offended you."

"Nonsense. Someone with a heart as big as yours couldn't offend me. Now, as you may or may not know, the deep pink rose indicates appreciation, and the yellow rose indicates friendship. If you would be so gracious as to allow me to express my appreciation to you for sitting at my table last week as it was the first time anyone has approached me since my wife had passed. It was such a kind gesture, and I hope it will be the beginning of a long friendship."

He held his hand out to shake mine.

I was so moved that he wasn't mad at me that I lunged at him and gave him a huge hug. I whispered, "I have a gift for you too, but I have to give it to you after work."

Releasing him from my tight hug, I thanked him for the beautiful flowers, relieved that everything had been mended and appreciative that he was no longer upset with me.

I excused myself and I put the flowers away with my things and then went back up and sat on the lifeguard tower. From across the pool, the man raised his glass of iced tea, and nodded once more before reading his book.

It was hard to stop smiling as I worked the rest of the day.

I suddenly realized I didn't even know his name...

—

The hours passed quickly and I made it a point to volunteer to close the pool. I rushed the other lifeguards out early, trying not to be too overt in my attempts to get them to leave.

My South African friend just sat there patiently reading, just like he always did. He completely ignored me until everyone else was gone. When we were alone, he quietly started to pick up towels and straighten the tables and chairs. I rushed around as quickly as possible, locking all of the gates and doors. I only left the door to the concession stand open, but I rolled down the front metal covers and locked them. At this time of night, there was enough light to see inside of the stand, but it wasn't too bright. I could have left the lights on, but I chose to leave them off on purpose.

Once I had finished everything I needed to do, I ran over and grabbed the pile of towels that he had gathered for me, tossed them in the bin, and then ran back to where he was standing. I softly grabbed him by the hand and led him into the concession stand.

I traded placed with him so I would be by the door. I made him take two steps back and then slowly took two steps back, leaving some room between us. This area of the concession stand is only ten or twelve feet long, and a few feet wide. On my left was the front counter with a few cash registers, and the appliances to cook the food. the hot dog maker, the condiment trays, etc., sat on a very narrow counter to my right.

"Last weekend I felt horrible for making you so sad. I really wanted to get you something," I said softly. "I thought about it all week and I think I found the perfect gift for you."

I pulled my hoodie over my head, revealing my red, one piece, lifeguard bathing suit. I pulled the strap over my left shoulder, and then down over my arm. I then pulled the right strap over my right shoulder and pulled the bathing suit down to my waist. I stood there, topless, and I let him look me over. I could see that he started to breathe a little heavier.

"I really don't know..." he started to say.

I held my finger up to my lips to quiet him. I then licked my lips and I slowly pushed the bathing suit down over my hips, and down my tanned thighs. When it passed my knees, it fell to the floor.

I stood up slowly, letting him see me completely nude. I had made it a point to be completely shaven for him. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to be unencumbered when I gave him my gift.

"This isn't your gift yet," I said, nearly whispering, noticing my own voice was trembling.

I turned and walked toward the pool. The cool night air wrapped around my naked skin causing me to shiver slightly. I placed both feet at the edge of the pool, turned and looked of my shoulder and my admirer, winked, and then turned back toward the water and dove in. The warm water instantly warmed my cold flesh and being completely nude in the pool was so erotic and enticing. Before I surfaced, I wondered if I should change my plan and have him join me in here. I had never been skinny dipping before, and it was extremely liberating. I was rather excited as my head surfaced and I drew the cold night air into my lungs.

Swimming over to the ladder, I noticed how good it felt to have the water rush over my naked ass as I swam. It was a sensation that I had never noticed before and I enjoyed it. Unfortunately, as I climbed up the ladder and exited the pool, I realized just how cold the evening air was becoming. I ran back to the concession stand as quickly as I could, ran inside, and slammed the door behind me.

I stood there, naked and dripping wet. I put my hands and arms by my side so he could see every inch of me. I don't know what was making my nipples harder, the cold or the fact that I was very excited to have a complete stranger looking at me.

I finally spoke up as I stood there, shivering. "I'm not your wife. I will never replace your wife. I know she was an amazing woman." I slowly started to walk toward him. "But I know there was one gift that I could think of that only a woman could give you." I stopped when I was very close to him. "You can touch my wet skin, anywhere you want. For the next ten seconds, ten minutes, or ten hours, I am completely yours. I will go back to the pool as many times as you like. You can touch me as much as you like, until the sun comes up.

He stood there in shock. In reality, I think he was afraid to move. There was a woman who was half his age that just completely undressed and offered herself to him. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a normal, everyday event for him.

Slowly, he reached out his hand, and softly dragged his right forefinger down my right arm. From my shoulder to the forearm, his finger slid over my wet skin. I closed my eyes and exhaled. It gave me the shivers...in a good way.

He then reached out with both hands and slowly and softly grabbed both arms and slid his hands down over my shoulders, and down the length of my arms.

It felt so good to have his warm hands on me. I was wet, cold and very nervous to offer myself to this stranger, but his motions were slow and his touch was tender. It put both of us at ease. I could see a peace come over him, a peace that I had never seen in all the days he had come to the pool.

Very softly, placed his fingers on the inside of my elbows and indicated for me to raise my arms. I slightly tilted my head to one side as I raised my arms up over my head. He then placed his hands on my hips and turned me slowly, until my back was to him. He then placed only his fingers on my shoulders, and softly started to run them down my back, touching as many of the droplets that he could find. Back and forth and up and down, his fingers caressed my skin. Over muscles and bones, his fingers found what they were looking for, wet skin to touch and caress.

When his fingers reached my waist, he slid them around my hips to my tummy. It tickled, but I only exhaled. I didn't want to laugh or do anything to cause him to stop. He opened the palms of his hands and slid them over my tummy and then he moved them back and forth across my stomach as they slowly slid higher and higher.

His hands moved over my stomach, ribs, and then right under my breasts. As his hands softly cupped my breasts, his warm lips kissed my neck. I exhaled heavily. He had found my weak spot. I slowly lowered my hands behind me and played with his hair as his lips kissed the wet skin on my neck and his hands softly squeezed my breasts. I let out a soft moan when his fingers started to play with my rock hard nipples.

It felt so good to have an experienced man's hands on me. The last boyfriend I was intimate with would only touch me for only thirty seconds before he was trying to poke me with his penis.

That was not what was happening today. This man was slow, patient, and he seemed to enjoy every second he was touching me. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, all at the same time.

His lips softly kissed from my neck, up behind my ear. I lowered my hands until they covered his and I squeezed his hands around my ample breasts, showing him I wanted to be grabbed, showing him I was ready for more than being caressed.




The Pool



As his lips nibbled on my ear, I took his right hand and I slid it down over my breast, over my stomach and I placed his hand onto my hot pussy. I wanted him to explore every inch of me. And I wanted it sooner rather than later.

His left breast continued to massage my breast, but his right hand was motionless. I was starting to ache as the heat from his hand penetrated my cold skin. Then, very subtly, the finger that was over my clit, twitched. I let out another soft moan.

I slowly arched my back until my ass grazed the material of his swimsuit. His finger twitched again, and I leaned back a little more. His hard cock pressed against my ass, and I licked my lips. His finger twitched again and it was all driving me mad. I started to breathe heavy and I was losing patience. I wanted and needed more. His fingers on my left nipple, his fingers teasing my clit, his lips on my ear, his cock against my ass were all a wonderful, wonderful tease.

His finger twitched again and I whimpered. I reached down with both hands and I placed both hands over his right hand. I manipulated his hand and I pushed his hand further between my legs and then I pushed his finger between my pussy lips. I gyrated my hips slightly, to make sure his finger was coated in my creamy juices, and then I pulled his hand up, and I quickly turned around to face him. I then looked him straight in the eye as I put his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it softly. I started to suck on his finger, the same way I would suck on a cock, in and out of my mouth slowly, taking it into my mouth a little deeper each time.

I took his finger out of my mouth and I was starting to go down to my knees, when, in one quick, but smooth motion, he lifted me up under my arms and sat me on the counter.

He stared at my breasts for a moment as he reached behind my back and placed his hands on my back behind my breasts. He then devoured me. His hands pulled me forward, causing me to arch my back as his mouth indulged in my breasts. He was no longer restrained. The drug of my flesh was now coursing through his veins and he was losing control as the drug mixed with his lust.

His mouth covered my left nipple and he sucked on my nipple as his tongue flicked it. He then kissed and sucked all over my left breast, and then moved his way over to my right breast and nipple. Having his tongue on me made ever wetter than I already was. I pulled his head into me as I arched my back. I loved behind the object of his desire. I loved being devoured.

I then noticed that he was kissing and sucking the remaining water droplets that were on my skin. Starting at the right breast, he slowly worked his way to my chest, and then he slowly lowered himself down between my breasts, down my stomach, and he continued downward, finding every single drop in his patch.

His hands moved from behind my back to my hips, and he pushed back on my hips, so I leaned backward and rested on my elbows. I slowly raised my legs, putting my left heel on the counter, and putting my right foot on his left shoulder. I spread my legs wide, hoping there were many more droplets for him to find.

He made his way down my tummy and then kissed directly over my clit, causing me to gasp and whimper. He then softly kissed my shaved pussy lips, and then started to search for droplets along my inner thighs, first on my left leg, and then on my right.

Can't you see how wet I am? Doesn't your tongue want my droplets?

He once again kissed my pussy lips, and then slowly dragged his tongue over my slit, from the bottom to the top, stopping only to softly kiss over my clit again. It made me intensely crave for him to be inside of me, and I wanted nothing more than to hop off of the counter and ride him hard and fast.

I'm glad I didn't. The next few minutes were amazing. It was the best oral I have ever received in my life. His tongue swirled around my clit over and over, and then he softly sucked on my clit, making my toes curl and making me grind myself into his delicious mouth. His tongue didn't slurp all over me, instead he worked hard to please me with his mouth. Although, I can't really say it was work for him because he seemed to be doing it effortlessly.

I closed my eyes and lay down completely on the counter, but the counter was too narrow, causing my head to hang free over the edge, my long hair flowing out toward the ground. The cold counter top would have made my nipples hard again if they had not already been hard from being so aroused.

My delicious man reached up and grabbed my right breast with his left hand as his right middle finger pressed against me. As he softly sucked on my clit, he slowly slid his finger inside of me. I moaned as I stretched around his finger. I moaned for finally having him inside of me. I moaned as my aching pussy was finally able to engulf...

He turned his finger over inside of me, and then softly caressed my g-spot as his tongue twirled around my throbbing clit. As he sucked on my clit, his tongue first teased the tip, and his tongue would then make a wave against my clit, and at the same time he started to rub my g-spot harder. His tongue and fingers applied more pressure rapidly, sending the sensitive nerve endings into a frenzy.

My tummy tightened and I nearly sat straight up from the intense pleasure that was coming from between my legs. I grabbed the back of his head and started to buck my hips, quickly realizing it threw off his amazing rhythm, so I fought every urge to move and instead I lifted my legs from the counter and spread them so he could do as he pleased. With my right hand behind his head, and only my head moving back and forth as I flinched from the intense pleasure, my long blond hair quickly moved in front of my face. I tried desperately not to thrash too much and pull myself away from his amazing tongue.

The orgasm grew quickly within me. I could tell right away that it was going to be fierce. I was so looking forward to the wonderful euphoria that this man was coaxing out of me with his mouth. My anticipation grew as the orgasm continued to grow in intensity. I started to moan loudly and then I started to yell. I was just about to cum when my South African started to do something different with his finger and mouth.

He timed my orgasm perfectly and as soon as I started to cum. I was in the middle of the most intense orgasm of my life and he stimulated me in just the right way to make the orgasm last a long longer than normal. I let out a long, slow yell as the most intense part of my orgasm lingered. My legs shook, my stomach twitched, and I stopped breathing. Whichever muscles weren't completely tense were shaking uncontrollably.

After what seemed like forever, his fingers stopped, which broke the spell he had on me. I sucked in a huge breath and let out the loudest, most intense moan ever. It echoed inside of the small concession stand.

I lay on the counter, twitching and trying to find my sanity. The euphoria was so intense that it made it hard to even think. I remember laying there, whimpering and curling up in a semi ball, blocked by the cash registers from completely curling into a ball. Usually, my orgasm will subside quickly, but this was just...different. Everything about it was prolonged. The pinnacle was much longer, and it seemed to take forever to subside.

When I did finally manage to get my wits about me, I realized my new lover was no longer between my legs. I looked down and he was leaning against the counter with both hands, and he was just smiling at me.

"Did you do that to...to your wife?" I stammered. The fog of orgasm was still thick in my mind.

"Yes."

"That was amazing," was all I could manage to say.

He spoke softly, "Please, one more time in the pool?"

After that, I'll do whatever you fucking want!

"Yes, of course I will," I replied.

He helped me down off the counter and with wobbly legs I walked outside. This time I was far too hot to even notice the cool air. I dove into the pool, letting the cold water wash over me and instantly cool my hot flesh.

Walking back into the concession stand I had no idea what was next, and I didn't care. After that orgasm he could do whatever he wanted with me. I completely trusted him.

At the same time, I was envious of his wife. She was a lucky woman to have such an amazing lover. With his heart being so desperately broken, I'm sure she was amazing as well.

I closed the door to the stand behind me, and stood before him dripping wet, just as I had been before. I could see the bulge in his pants. I walked toward him slowly and started to reach for his pants. He softly deflected my arms and spun me around so once again my back was to him.

"If you don't mind, I would prefer you this way," he said.

"Why?" I whispered over my shoulder.

He leaned in very close and spoke softly, "My wife and I had an amazingly intimate connection. We often made love while staring into each others eyes. I..." He rested his head on my shoulder. "I just can't. I hope you understand."

"Take me whatever way you wish," is all I could say in return. I admired that he still had that connection to her and respected her so much. I bent over and spread my legs, waiting for him to use me as he pleased.

I turned and faced the counter and leaned over as far as I could in the narrow walkway. I folded my arms on the counter so I could rest my head against them. I was still woozy and lightheaded from the insane orgasm and I wanted to rest for a moment as my mystery lover prepared himself. I spread my legs and went up on my tippy-toes to give him a nice view and easy access to my aching pussy.

Instead of having his cock jammed into me as I anticipated, his fingers started to once again dance over the wet flesh on my back. I went down off of my tippy-toes and I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling his fingers dance left, right, up, and down over my wet skin. His fingertips seemed to soak up every sensation as they skimmed over the surface, feeling every muscle, exploring every curve. He gave me the chills more than once as I became very, very relaxed.

I finally heard him unzip his pants. He placed one hand on me left hip, placed the hot tip of his cock between my pussy lips, and then gripped my right hip with his right hand. He then started a long, slow slide into me. He didn't pull out once and push back in, rather, with steady pressure he just allowed himself to sink into me slowly.

I gasped when I felt his girth stretched me. I moaned as inch by delicious inch slowly penetrated me. I let out a soft yell as he completely filled me.

And then he stopped.

He exhaled heavily, his breath washing over my back just as the water had done in the pool. He moved his hands to my waist and gripped me tightly. When I tried to move my hips, his grip grew even tighter.

"Please. Don't move. You'll make me cum," he said. His voice was quivering in that way when you are really, really turned on.

Amazing. One thrust and I've made him want to cum.

It only turned me on more that I was able to bring him to climax so quickly. I peeked over my shoulder, "It's OK, you can cum," I said as I tried to move.

"Please. I don't want it over so fast. I want to savor you."

Savor me? No one has ever said anything like that to me...

I held perfectly still.

He took in a few breaths and then slowly pulled out, and thrust into me again. Over and over, he would slide out...and slide back in. The deliberate thrusts were driving me mad. I could feel and hear how wet I was and I wanted him to slam himself into me but-

Savor me.

He slowly started to thrust in a little harder, and a little faster, and it was welcomed. I very subtly pushed back against him as he thrust into me to make him go deeper inside of me.

Harder and harder he started to thrust as he gained control over his orgasm, until he was soon thrusting into me hard and fast. The slow build up was mind blowing. No one had ever done that to me before and I was so erotic to have to wait for him.

Then...the anger and sadness took over.

He slapped my right ass hard, my skin stinging because it had still been wet when he spanked me. I let out a yell and clenched down hard around him.

"Spank me again," I blurted out.

He obliged, making my toes curl as the pain shot through my right ass cheek.

He started to thrust so hard that I had to push myself back away from the counter to keep from being rammed into it over and over.

"Why?" he grunted.

Before I could answer he slapped my ass again hard, and then put both hands on my shoulders and started to pound me from behind. His balls started to slap my clit as he rammed me hard and fast.

"Why!?" he asked again. His voice was strained.

He reached around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard as he continued to fuck me as fast as he could. He then grabbed my arms above the elbows.

"Why!?!" he yelled.

I had no idea why he was asking, but I couldn't answer. He was fucking me so hard it felt like the tip of his cock was coming up my and out of my throat. I could only manage guttural yells to his question.

He then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back to him, and as he was forced to slow to thrust into me at the odd angle our bodies were in, he put his lips next to my left ear. His voice was soft and cracking.

"Why? Why did you leave me, my love? Why did you abandon me on that freeway? Why did you leave me all alone in this evil world to long for you day and night? Do you know how much I miss you?" His voice became louder "Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how many nights I cry for you, and wish it had been ME on that freeway?" He never broke his rhythm as he continued to fuck me and pull my hair. He became even louder. "Don't you know how much I loved YOU? Don't you know I LOVE YOU!?"

The words were full of anguish. He finally let go of my hair and he grabbed my shoulders and fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked before. His hard, hot shaft plunged into me hard and fast, ramming my insides and making me scream like I've never screamed before. His thrusts were knocking me off balance and if his hands hadn't been pulling back on my shoulders, I would have easily collapsed onto the floor in a pile of naked flesh.

I didn't moan, I grunted. My breasts bounced hard and fast against my chest and my soaked pussy was being slammed into over and over. Our skin slapped together to make the more wonderful percussion. I remember looking between my legs for just a moment, and noticed the glistening droplets of my pussy juice that were now on the floor. He pounded me so hard and fast, I was literally dripping.

His cock started to swell inside of me. I readied myself for what was to come. I was right to be prepared. He thrust himself deep and hard into me a half dozen times, and then shoved himself into me as deep as possible.

That nanosecond lasted forever...

His hot cum crashed into me with such force that I was instantly full of his hot cum. He pulled out, and shoved himself in again, and another gush of hot cum flooded into me.

The moment was too much. His hot cum sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm rush into me almost as fast as he cum did. I let out a yell that was nearly deafening. By his third thrust, our orgasms were in sync. I was spasming around him as he slid out, pulling every drop of cum out of his thick shaft, and then he would slam himself back into me again to shoot more cum inside of me.

I overflowed. Our cum spilled out of me and slowly dripped onto the floor, and down the insides of my thighs, and all over his thighs.

He collapsed on my back and we both struggled to catch our breath. He slowly pushed himself off of me and slid out of me.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he said as he stood there, panting, looking awkwardly around for an answer to what had just transpired.

I turned and threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I could feel him oozing out of me as I held onto him. "There is no reason to apologize. I understand completely."

He hugged me in return.

We eventually cleaned ourselves and dressed. I put my hand on the door handle and paused. I turned and looked him directly in the eye.

"This Saturday, I will give you ten seconds, ten minutes, or ten hours to do anything you wish to me. Will you be here?"

He smiled and said, "Absolutely. For her...and for you."



The Pool



For those that want to know, believe it not, this is a true story from back in the early to mid 60's. Probably the only time I will ever say one way or the other. Tx

*

The Municipal Pool was just north of downtown and I liked it much more than the other pools in town. First of all, it was limited to eighteen and over. Secondly, it was Olympic sized, and third, it had three diving boards of different heights. I was raised on a lake, so swimming was second nature to me. Diving, however, was something totally new. The first time I went to this pool, the diving team was practicing and I was blown away by the grace, beauty, and precision of the dives. 

I went to talk to the coach and got a chance to start classes. Before that summer was out, I had mastered both of the low boards and had started on the high one. Once I got a slight case of fear of heights in hand, things progressed rapidly. 

The summer was only three weeks old and I was already doing dives from the high board that I had never even heard of two years before. There were four of us from the team practicing one morning, which meant we more or less had the deep end of the pool to ourselves. Just warming up, I had gone through four basic dives in quick succession and had stopped to rest on the side of the pool. The dives were not that strenuous but the climb to the platform was.

I was sitting on the far corner of the pool from the board and had my feet and legs hanging over into the pool. I was watching one of the other guys climb the ladder when someone grabbed my leg. I jumped in surprise and looked down into the bluest eyes I had ever seen in my life. It took me several seconds before I could notice anything else but when I did, I was surprised at how young the face was that those eyes were set in. It was a nice looking face, not beautiful or cute, just ordinary. 

Letting my eyes wander farther down I took in the old two-piece bathing suit covering a nice looking body. A nice bit of cleavage showed out of the top so she couldn't be that young. While I looked her over, she had just hung onto my leg and grinned at me. 

"Hello," I finally said. "You're not supposed to be down here when diving is going on."

She grinned and replied, "Since I can't swim, I'm not supposed to be down here at all but if I wasn't down here, I wouldn't be able to talk to you." I stared at her as I mulled that over. "I've been trying to get your attention all morning and you've totally ignored me

"I'm sorry, I've been kind of wrapped up in my diving."

"Yeah, I know. I watched you from the fence last year because I wasn't old enough to get in and now I'm watching you from the other end of the pool, which is a little closer, but not close enough," she said in a rush. "I've done everything I can think of to get your attention except take off my bathing suit. I thought about that but they would throw me out and I'd be back at the fence." 

When I laughed, she grinned and went on. "Now that I have your attention, I'm going to be bold and brassy and ask you out on a date. I don't think you have a girlfriend; if you do, you never bring her here with you."

I sat staring at this strange girl for several seconds before replying. "No, I don't have a girlfriend and I don't date much. As for going out with you, OK. I kind of like bold and brassy women. I'm from the country and that's the kind I'm most comfortable with. Most of the girls I've met here in town are too subtle for me. I don't understand half the time what they're hinting at." 

She nodded as she moved around and sat down astraddle my foot. I could feel her hot sex burning against the top of my foot in the cool water. She had her hands on top of my knee and she laid her chin on top of them and looked up at me. "Then I won't beat around the bush. I want to go somewhere we can go skinny dipping and make mad passionate love." 

When I just stared at her, she frowned and said, "Hmmm, maybe that was a little too straight forward."

I chuckled and nodded. "Just a little. Let me finish blushing and we'll get the heck out of here."

She grinned and hooked her chin toward the bulge in the front of my tight Speedo. "You're going to put on quite a show for all the ladies on your way around to your towel. Maybe I need to make my way back down to the other end of the pool and give you a few minutes to relax. I'll meet you outside the gate in about fifteen minutes." 

Moving off my foot, she rubbed her sex against my big toe. It slipped under the edge of her suit, so she rubbed her slit up and down on it. 

"Is that hot enough for you?" She transferred her hands over to the edge of the pool and looked up at me with those blue eyes. "You wouldn't stand a lady up would you?" 

I chuckled and shook my head. "I don't think so, I'm a little crazy, but I'm not stupid. By the way, what's your name?"

"Julie." 

"Glad to meet you Julie, I'm Brad."

She grinned and then said, "I know." 

With that, she moved along the side of the pool using her hands to pull herself along. I watched her all the way, my mind racing from what she had said and done. When she went under the rope at the middle of the pool, I slipped into the water and swam a lap down to the rope and back. 

By the time I got back, my raging hard-on had subsided enough that I thought it was safe to go get my towel. I played it safe anyway and swam to the opposite edge of the pool. That meant I would only have to walk about ten steps to my towel. I used it to dry off and for a shield as I walked toward the men's dressing room. As I neared the door, Julie waved at me from the door of the women's locker room and went inside. 

I had to wait for a couple of guys to clear the area by my locker before I could get changed. The memory of her hot sex pressed against my foot and the open invitation to make love to her had my manhood in a state where it wouldn't go down and stay there. Anytime my mind thought of her, it would twitch and start to grow hard. At least under my cutoffs and T-shirt it wouldn't be so obvious. 

*****

Outside the gate, I looked around for Julie and found her leaning against my old car. She was wearing a yellow floral print sundress with a square neckline and no sleeves. The dress ended an inch above her knees, which was short by the day's standards. She was grinning from ear to ear as I walked down the hill toward her. 

When I got close she said, "Well, I see you made it out of the pool without causing a riot. I can't believe I'm being such a bad girl."

With a grin of my own, I opened the car door. She climbed in and tossed her bag in the back seat. As I got in on the other side, she moved over to lean back against the passenger door and brought her feet up onto the seat with her knees raised. Her knees were together but her feet were apart, which gave me an open view of her sex. She put her chin on her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs. 

"Do you think I'm being too bold? I've told you what I want to do and now I'm showing you my pussy. I've never done anything like this before with anyone, I want you to know that. I'm not a virgin but I'm not a bad girl either. Ever since I laid eyes on you last year, I've had this fantasy and today I decided to act it out. I hope you understand."

I sat looking at her for a time. "I guess first of all, I should admit that I am a virgin." 

Glancing down between her legs, I continued. "That is the first real one I've ever seen, I mean other than maybe a glimpse of my little sisters when we were real young. I've seen a few in pictures of course."

"You're a virgin?" she asked with a shocked expression. 

When I nodded, she grinned. "Well, I'll be damned. I thought you were one of the local studs like the rest of that diving team." 

Leaning back, she parted her knees and gave me a better view of her sex, inner thighs, and lower belly. "This is even better than my best fantasy. My God, do I have a lot to show you and to teach you. I'm so hot right now I'm about to explode." 

She closed her knees, turned around to face forward in the seat, and slid over next to me. "Come on, start the car, and let's go someplace where there's no one else around."

I hit the key and the motor in my old car rumbled to life. I reached over between her legs and slipped the gearshift into reverse to back us out of the parking space. I shifted up to first and pulled away, then pulled it back to second and found my hand between her legs. She clamped her thighs together, trapping my hand. 

"Oh yeah, I'm liking this car more and more. It looks like a junk pile but that motor sounds bad. This floor shift ain't stock either." 

She opened her thighs as I pulled to a stop at the exit to the parking lot. "You're the country boy, take us to the country. Do you know of a place we can go skinny dipping?"

I chuckled and shifted up to first, pulling out of the lot. "There are a couple of places up near where I used to live. It's about an hours drive north of here."

She grinned. "Let's go. I know of a couple of ways to keep us entertained on the way."

I drove us out of the city as she snuggled up next to me. Every time I shifted into second or fourth she would trap my hand against her bare pussy. As we left the last of town behind, I shifted up to third and accelerated up to highway speed which was sixty miles an hour. As I pulled the shifter down into fourth she scooted forward and pressed herself even tighter against my hand and the vibrating shifter. 

"Oh, hey, I like that. It wouldn't take much of this to make me come all over your hand," she said with a laugh. She sat that way for almost a minute and then quickly opened her thighs and backed up. "Oh yeah, that would do it all right. I'd better sit back and behave before I go boom."

My hand was still on the shifter and for some reason I moved it back under her dress to caress the soft silky hair above her sex. She took a sharp breath as my fingertip slipped into her wet slit and explored lower. "You're going to make me make a mess if you're not careful," she said in a husky voice. 

I moved my finger back up to the top of the slit and she groaned deeply. "Too late," she said through clenched teeth as a shudder ran through her body. I started to move my hand but she grabbed my wrist and held it where it was as another tremor ran through her. 

Glancing over at her, I saw her eyes closed and her head laid back against the seat. Her face had an oddly beautiful slack look that I would later associate with a woman in the middle of an orgasm. I returned my attention to the road. 

A couple of minutes later she moved my hand out from under her dress and sighed. "For a virgin you sure know how to diddle a clit. Of course, I had almost played too long on that gearshift knob so it didn't take much." She looked at my hand. "It looks like you got your fingers messy. Here have a taste," she said as she moved my hand up in front of my face. "Take a little lick, it won't hurt you, I promise." 

I did as she said and found the taste to my liking. It was sweet with a pungent overtone. I sucked the finger into my mouth as she chuckled. 

"I'll have you eating pussy like a pro before too long." 

Glancing over at her, I saw her smiling. From things I'd read, and talk I'd overheard, I knew girls sucked guys dicks but I had no information on eating pussy and I said as much. 

She laughed. "Pull into the next side road we pass."

There was a narrow dirt road coming up to the right so I down shifted and hit the brakes to make the turn. After I was on the road I remembered that it led into a small state game preserve. 

"Hey, there are a couple of small lakes back in here that I had forgotten about. I've fished the one closest to the road and a lot of people go there but there's one farther back that you have to walk to."

"You wouldn't have a blanket in the car would you?"

I thought for a moment then said, "No, but there's an old sleeping bag in the trunk. At least I think there is."

She ran her hand over the front of my cutoffs. "How far back in here is this place?"

"Four or five miles, if I remember correctly. I'll have to turn off on a couple of side roads and park where the old bridge is. It's not safe to drive anything larger than a motorcycle across," I said liking what her hand was doing.

"Do you think there are any people down in here? I sure would like to get you out of those cutoffs," she said as she undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

"Being the middle of the week, I doubt it. Most people come here on the weekends to fish or to hike."

I gave a little jerk as her fingertips traced a line along the side of my manhood. 

"Good, pull over and stop." When I did, she continued. "Now get out and take those off." 

I got out of the car and wiggled out of the shorts with my back to her. I was a little embarrassed at my raging hard-on and started to get back in the car without turning around. 

She reached out, put her hands on my back, and gave a push. "Oh no you don't. Turn around so I can see yours. You've already seen mine." 

I stood back up and slowly turned around. 

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed under her breath. "I figured you were larger than average but damn what a dick. This is getting better and better. Now you can get in and drive on." 

When I had the car moving again she grinned at me and pulled the sundress over her head and sat there next to me bare assed naked. Scooting over she turned to face me. "

"Damn!" 

She grinned and lay on the seat with her head above my lap. "You drive slow and carefully or you might get bit." 

She leaned in, licked my shaft from the base to the head, and ran her tongue around the flange. I took a sharp deep breath at the touch of her hot tongue. 

"I was going to show you how to clean up the mess I made earlier but I figured if I did you'd probably pop your cookies and that would be a waste." She grinned before going on. "I'll just relieve a little of the pressure, so to speak."

I held my breath as she pressed her warm lips to the head and kissed it. I groaned loudly when she sucked it between her lips and ran her tongue over and around it firmly. She quickly lowered her head, took half of it into her mouth, and slowly pulled up while sucking and licking the shaft. The road where I needed to turn was coming up and somehow I made the turn without running into the ditch. This road ran straight for over a mile so I could relax and enjoy what she was doing to me with her mouth. She would lick and tease me for a while and then suck me into her mouth so she could bob her head quickly up and down. Then she would release me and let me relax before doing it again. 

During one of these pauses, I made the next turn. She spent extra time licking all sides of the shaft before tickling the head with the tip of her tongue. I came to the bridge and pulled over to stop as she sucked me slowly into her mouth, fluttering her tongue over the shaft. When I shut off the engine, she began bobbing her head rapidly while pressing her tongue firmly against me. In less than a minute, I exploded in an earth shaking orgasm. She continued to suck and massage me with her tongue for another minute and then popped me out of her mouth. 

"Yummy, yummy," she said before she kissed the head one last time and sat up grinning. "So what do you think of your first blow job?" 

I just nodded my head as I tried to get my breathing under control. 

"You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. I wish I had, there's a bigger mess to clean up now than there was before." She finished with a chuckle as she moved over to sit against the door. I took a couple of deep breaths and let out a long sigh.  

Looking over at her, I grinned and she grinned back. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life. I thought I was going to die there for a minute. I'm just glad I was stopped and parked or we would have had a wreck."

With a chuckle she said, "I thought about that after I started but I found it hard, if you'll pardon the pun, to stop so I just slowed down until you did stop the car. Having to hold myself back to just nibbling when I wanted to swallow you is what made me so hot. That and the fact that it was your first time. I made as big a mess as you did." 

She paused to take a deep breath. "Do you feel strong enough to take care of a big clean up job? If you liked the taste earlier, you'll just love it now. It's been on a low boil ever since I sat on your foot in the pool, not to mention the couple of times it's boiled over." 

I reached out and squeezed her knee. "I'm strong enough, I just don't have any idea of where to start or how. Like I said earlier, yours is the first one I've ever seen. What do I do?"

She looked around at our surroundings for a moment. We were at a barricade across the road with thick woods on both sides. A dilapidated bridge was beyond the barricade and a short stretch of road ran back the way we came. 

"This looks about as deserted as anyplace gets so I guess I'll give you a short lesson or two. They'll be short because as soon as your tongue touches me the first time I'm going to come my head off. After that we might make a little progress but it's going to be touch and go, if you know what I mean, because, well . . . you'll touch me and I'll go boom." 

I chuckled and turned toward her. "Well teacher, start teaching. I think you'll find me a very willing pupil."

"Yeah, you'll go right to the head of the class. First off let's get some light on the subject." She turned around and opened the door. "Come on around here and we'll get started." 

I got out of the car and walked around to find her sitting on the very edge of the seat with her right foot up on the seat next to her butt and the other high up on the open door. This had her spread open and in the bright sunlight showing me every bit of her. I licked my lips as I devoured her with my eyes. She took her time telling me the names of her parts and explaining how to stimulate them during oral sex. As she was telling me this and touching herself my manhood was steadily rising. I had squatted down so I was as close as I could get and at eye level for this lecture. 

Her voice was getting huskier by the minute and finally she said, "Look just stick your face down here and hold out your tongue, I'll do the rest this first time."

I grinned and leaned forward to take a long firm lick right up her open slit. As my tongue ran over her clit, her hands shot out and grabbed my head, holding my mouth above the little bud. When I flicked at it with my tongue again, her hips rolled upward and she groaned deeply. I took a long lick across it and she groaned again while pushing my head lower. I stuck my tongue into her vagina and was rewarded with a drink of her sweet nectar. I again pushed my tongue into her, swirled it around, and then followed the flow of juices down the crack of her ass. 

As my tongue went back and forth over the pucker of her asshole, she jerked and groaned again. I moved up and swirled my tongue as deep into her as I could before moving up toward her clit. 

Her hands stopped me well short of my intended target. "Stop," she said sharply. "God, you're going to kill me."

I sat back on my heels for a few minutes as her breathing got back to near normal. Finally, she raised her head up off the seat and looked at me down the length of her body. 

"I don't think you need any more lessons in this department... you're a natural. Just remember one thing, give a girl a little time between orgasms. If she pushes your head away it's because her clit is too sensitive. Of course as horny as I've been today it didn't matter much where you touched me, I came."

I stood up to get the cramps out of my legs and to help her sit up. As I did, her eyes locked onto my rigid member. Half sitting up she grabbed it with both hands and pulled me forward. I moved up to her as she drew both her knees up toward her head. She rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit for a second before centering it in her opening. I wasn't really sure what to do but I pushed my hips forward and felt myself slid up inside her an inch or two. I groaned as her heat and wetness engulfed me.  




The Pool



At first, I had moved into her easily but suddenly she clamped down on me, stopping any movement. She cried out loudly and shivered all over. I thought I had hurt her and tried to pull out. 

"No," she yelled when I did.

So I just froze where I was. Neither of us moved for several long minutes but I could feel her grip on me relaxing slowly. I watched her face as she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled backed and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "No, I just came really hard. For all my attempts to seem so worldly, I've only had one other lover and he was a lot smaller than you are. Not thinking as clearly as I should, I tried to force things faster than my body would accept them. I wasn't prepared for the size difference and what it would feel like." 

She rocked her hips slightly and we both shivered from the exquisite feel of our sexes moving one within the other. "We've got to take it slow and easy until I get used to it," she said in a halting voice.

My legs were shaking from the excitement and the pure pleasure her slow hip movements were generating. I moved my hips forward slowly and gently and felt another couple of inches slip inside. Her hip movement faltered for a moment as she came again in a rush, her insides clamping down on me tightly. I again froze and gave her time to relax. 

After a while, she sighed deeply. "I'm going to die before we get it all in, I know I am." She took a couple of deep breaths as she grinned up at me. 

"Maybe we should stop for now and give you some time to rest and relax. I wouldn't want to hurt you for anything," I said with concern in my voice.

She gave a long drawn out sigh and nodded. "You're probably right. I don't want to stop but . . ." 

She moved her hips slowly up and down just enough so I could feel her tight pussy move around me. I eased back an inch or so and then pressed back forward just a little which made her tighten up on me again. 

After a moment, she whispered, "I'm just too tight."

I moved my hips backward and slowly slipped out of her. When I was all the way out she reached down between us and again centered the head on her hole. 

"Try it again slow." 

Pressing forward, I easily slipped in a couple of inches. She sighed and I pulled back almost all the way out. As I moved again, she shivered but didn't clamp down like she had before. I slowly fucked her with short two to three inch strokes as she whimpered.

"Yes," she mumbled over and over. 

As I kept this up, I savored the feel of her and suddenly realized that most of my shaft was inside. She was rolling her head from side to side and moaning continuously. I could feel my orgasm building way down deep inside me. I knew there was no way I could have stopped it if I had wanted to, but I wanted this feeling to go on forever. When I came, her whole upper body came up off the seat and her arms wrapped around my neck as she screamed and then she was coming with me. 

My mind was off in its own little world. The things that Julie had done to me and that I had done to her had my brain whirling. As I slowly came to my senses, I wasn't sure how much time had passed as I half lay there on that seat holding her. Julie acted as if she was asleep as I tried to rise up off her. Her arms were still around my neck and she hugged herself tightly to me. 

I asked her softly, "Are you all right?"

Her head nodding against my chest was her only answer for several minutes, and then she whispered, "I've never felt anything like that in my life. I thought I had died and gone to heaven." 

She took a deep breath and leaned her head back a little as she looked up into my eyes. A smile flickered across her face and lit it up. "I didn't think I would ever stop coming and then you came inside me. That's when the skyrockets and the rest of the fireworks went off in one large boom."

I leaned down and kissed her for the first time. 

As the kiss broke, she chuckled. "We seem to have gotten things slightly out of order in the romance, but it works for me."

I laughed for no reason other than I felt like it. As I did, I reached down, cupped my hands under her ass, picked her up, and straightened. I was surprised to find myself still semi hard and still inside her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and grinned at me as if I was crazy. I kissed her again.

As we kissed, her hips started to move ever so slightly. Between the kiss, her hips movements, and her hard nipples rubbing across my chest, my manhood was growing back to its former hardness and length. I felt a tremor run up her body and she broke the kiss. 

She grinned at me and said, "Whoa, I think I need a rest before we do this again. Anyway, I want to be in a much more comfortable position. Like on a blanket over some soft grass."

Her hips were still moving as she said this. So, I walked around the door of the car and sat her on the edge of the fender. She leaned back and raised her legs up higher; her heals resting at the top of my ass. I sucked a nipple between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue as I slowly pulled out of her. I was almost all the way out when her legs started to push me back the other way. I grinned down at her and slowly went back in. Her eyes closed and a shudder ran up and down her body until I stopped moving, my hips tight against her spread legs. 

As I pulled out again, I asked her, "Are you sure you want to wait that long?"

I moved out a little faster than I had the first time as she moaned loudly, arched her back, and tilted her head. I smiled as I worked my manhood in and out at an ever-increasing speed and strength. I felt my orgasm starting to build about the time she wailed and drummed her feet against my ass. I pushed into her as deeply as I could and held myself in place, feeling the walls of her vagina ripple and grab at my shaft. I was very close to coming but I held back for some reason. 

When her breathing settled down to a more normal rate and her eyes opened, I started to ease myself back and out of her. As soon as I moved the least little bit, her eyes snapped shut and her mouth opened. A hissing noise came from her lips until I was free. As soon as I was, her legs tightened up, pulling me back against her and we were kissing. 

As the kiss ended, she whispered, "Damn, for a virgin, you sure do learn quick."

I chuckled and said, "I have a great teacher." 

She grinned and kissed me lightly on the lips before she dropped her legs from around my waist.

"Ok, lover boy, time out," she said as she pushed me away. "You are dangerous, that is for sure. Go get that sleeping bag out of the trunk while I get my head on straight."

I grinned at her and went to do as I was told. When I got back to the side of the car, she had her swim bag and mine sitting on the seat. 

"I wish I had thought to have you stop and get us a couple of cokes before we left town."

I laughed and asked, "Have you looked in the cooler behind the seat?"

"No." 

I leaned the seat forward and hauled it out. It contained a dozen cokes on ice. 

"Are you a boy scout too?" When I looked puzzled, she explained. "Always prepare. Isn't that their motto?"

"No, I'm just too cheap to pay the concession stand prices at the pool. I work for my money, so I'm careful how I spend it."

She looked at me funny for a moment. "What about your parents?"

"What about them? I've been on my own for almost three years now. Me and my old man couldn't get along. We're too much alike, I guess. Hardheaded and quick tempered; traits that don't mix well, especially when there are two of them in one family."

"Where do you live then, if not at home?" 

"Believe it or not, I have a one bedroom apartment over near the high school." 

She laughed and shook her head. "Then what the hell are we doing out here in the woods? We could be at your house, in a nice comfy bed."

"To tell you the truth, I never even thought about that. You were the one who wanted to go to a lake and go skinny-dipping. I figured you just liked the outdoors thing."

"Actually, I do. I wouldn't have missed this for the world. I have a feeling that it wouldn't have been as good inside four walls."

"I hate to tell you but it would have been great anywhere, but you are right, I also think it was better out here."

She grinned at me and looked around. "This really is a beautiful place. I know it's a little late to worry but do you think there's anyone around or going to come around?"

"Like I said, not too many people come here during the week and even fewer come down in here." 

"Good," she said. "Give me your shirt so you'll be as naked as me and let's go find that lake. I think we both need to cool off and clean up." I handed her my shirt, which she stuffed into my bag along with my shorts. Her dress went into her bag. 

I picked up the cooler and the sleeping bag, while she shouldered the two gym bags. We headed toward the bridge and a long and happy life together.



The Pool



Jill was standing at the kitchen sink looking outside. She has just finished baking a chocolate cake, and was cleaning up. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come home.

Jill went into the bedroom, and changed into a pair of cotton white shorts, and a white tank top. She didn't put on her panties or bra, it was way too hot. Besides she was hoping to get some playtime with Derek when he got home.

Jill went outside, and laid down on one of the loungers by the pool It wasn't too long before she heard Derek's car pull up. A smile spread across her face but quickly went away when she heard both car doors close at the same time. Great, Derek was not alone. 

Derek came around to the back looking great as always. His lean body looked fantastic in his red t-shirt and black shorts.

"Jill, this is my buddy Tom. Tom is going to stay for supper tonight."

Jill looked up and saw Tom standing there. He looked like a Greek Adonis. Olive complexion, dark hair, and very toned.

"Hi, Tom. Nice to meet you." Jill held our her hand to Tom.

"Hi, Jill. Nice to meet you too." Tom took her hand, and kissed it.

"We are going for a swim. Are you going to join us?" Derek asked Jill

"Sure. I'll go, and get my suit on." Jill said, standing to go into the house.

"Don't worry about your suit," Tom said as he was getting undressed. "We're not." With that, he removed his boxers, and jumped into the pool.

Jill only had a quick look but liked what she had seen. She got out of her lounger and proceeded to get undressed. She looked around to find Derek, as he obviously didn't mind her getting undressed, and jumping in the pool with a complete naked stranger.

"I thought you were going to join us Derek?" Jill asked, wondering why Derek hadn't gotten undressed yet. 

Derek walked over to Jill, and kissed her.

"Why don't you jump in with Tom, and have some fun, and I will join you in a minute." Jill looked at at Derek "You mean..."

"That's right baby. I brought Tom home for you to play with, and then we can all play together."

Jill gave Derek a deep kiss. "Mmm, thank you, lover."

Derek smacked her on the bottom when she turned to dive into the pool.

Jill swam over to where Tom was relaxing. Her small but full tits lay on top of the water. She turned and leaned back on the edge of the pool. Tom came, and stood in front of her and without saying anything, he reached out and put his hands on her tits. Gently kneading them he flicked his thumb over her already erect nipples. Almost instantly, she began moaning softly, feeling the heat rise in her pussy.

Tom replaced his hands with his tongue, and licked then sucked on her nipple. Nibbling he increased the pressure of this hand on her other breast. He moved his mouth to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.

Jill's hands were entwined in Toms hair. It was a good thing they were in the water because she was not sure if her legs were going to support her any longer.

Tom lifted Jill out of the pool enough for her to sit on the edge. He spread her legs open, and looked at the wonderful sight in front of him. Jill placed her legs on Tom's shoulders forcing him closer. Tom dove right in on her bare pussy. He spread her lips open, and lapped at her with amazing skill. Jill was leaning back on both her hands, and enjoying the great sensations running through her body. Tom was working on her clit, coaxing it out from under its hood. First with his thumb, and then with his tongue. Jill grabbed the back of his head and held him there. Derek was great at eating her pussy but there was something to say about a stranger doing it. Tom had worked three fingers into her and was fucking her hard with his hand.

"Yes, please don't stop," Jill yelled "suck my clit, oh yes!" Jill was cumming in no time. Tom drank her in until she stopped shaking with her orgasm. 

She sunk back into the pool, and kissed Tom deeply tasting her juice on his mouth, and tongue. She could feel his cock against her stomach and wanted in in her mouth. She dove under the water, and took him her her mouth for one good stroke. 

When she surfaced she backed him up to the stairs where she had sat, his cock standing straight up in the air. She knelled down on the step in front of him, wrapped her hand around his shaft and gently squeezed. The low moan gave her all she needed to hear to keep going. She started stroking his cock slowly. Jill put her mouth over his head, and sucked hard. Up and down she began fucking her mouth with his cock. She grabbed his balls, and squeezed them a couple of times.

"Fuck yeah, suck my cock. Derek was right, you are a good little cock sucker," He grabbed Jill's head, and held her on his cock, right to the base.

"You have a great cock," Jill said looking into his eyes. "I would love to have it in my pussy."

"By all means. Why don't you sit on it?"

It didn't take Jill long to straddle herself over Tom's cock and lower herself onto him. She felt nice, and full. Her back was to Tom giving him a great view of her ass. While Jill rammed herself on his cock, Tom gave her ass a few great sounding smacks.

"Oh yes, spank my ass!"

After giving her a few more smacks, Tom spread Jill's ass cheeks to get a view of her little hole. He started to rub it with this thumb, listening to Jill moan, feeling her pussy clench against his cock.

"You like it when I do that, don't you?" Tom asked

"Yes, I do. I love having my ass played with." Jill looked over her shoulder, and gave Tom a sly smile.

Tom let this thumb enter her tight little hole, and yes it was tight. While Jill rode Tom with his finger in her ass, Derek made his way back to the pool.

"Hey baby, looks like your have a good time," Derek said to Jill while grabbing a handful of her tits.

"Oh I am. Tom has such a great cock.". Seeing the bulge in Derek's shorts, she continued, "It looks like your cock could use some attention now. Why don't you come over here to I can help you with that. I'd love to have your cock in my mouth while being fucked."

Derek stoop up from the edge of the pool, and dropped his shorts. His cock stood out already dripping. He sat down on the edge of the pool so that Jill could lean over and devour him.

She didn't waste time playing. She took the full length of Derek into her mouth, stopping to suck the head good & hard.

"Oh yes, that feels great!" Derek moaned with pleasure.

Jill continued to impale her mouth up and down Derek's cock. He tasted so good. She didn't believe that she was sucking one cock while another was insider her very wet pussy. She was getting very close to cumming. Tom must have sensed it because his thumb began moving faster in her ass, and he was rubbing her clit with this other hand.

She picked up pace sucking Derek's cock. Derek was pulling her hair moaning, his breathing getting heavier.

"Fuck Jill, I'm cumming!" Derek yelled as he held her head on his cock so she could get all of his cum. While she was drinking his juice greedily she could heel her orgasm rising to the surface. 

Just when her orgasm hit, so did Tom's. He raised her off his cock, and let his hot cum spray over her ass. As soon as she felt Toms cum she started to cum herself. Tom kept rubbing her clit sending her reeling over, and over again.

"Oh yes, that was fucking hot." Jill said as she licked the last bit of cum off of Tom, and Derek.

"Why don't we go into the house, and see what king of fun we can have in there?" Derek said,

All three looked at each other, and raced into the house.



The Pool



"Wake up, buttmunch. It's time to take Mom and Dad to the airport." I dropped down on the corner of my kid brother's mattress, hoping to make his splayed limbs flop for my amusement. I think it's terribly unfair that Jason got all the height in our gene pool, so I try to make it look ridiculous where I can. His face remained stuffed in his pillow, and he bellowed something indecipherable from its center. "Come onnnnnnnn," I stabbed the tips of my fingers into the exposed skin between the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of his boxers, "we're going to be late if you keep laying there like a slug. I've been knocking on your door for a half an hour." 

His right arm swatted at my poking fingers, King Kong trying to get some alone time at the top of the Empire State Building. "Dammit, Kate! Knock it off! I'm getting up already. Jesus." He heaved one shoulder back, tangling his lower half in the sheets and glaring at my from under his shaggy black bangs. 

"You sleep in this much every day? Do none of your classes start before noon?" He yawned, stretching both arms out, then tried to sort out the bedclothes and sit up next to me on the side of the bed. 

"Not if I can help it, no." Another prodigious yawn and leonine stretch, "but most engineering classes start early. Guess if I wanted to sleep in, I should have majored in English, right?" He elbowed me in the ribs just hard enough to let me know it was payback for poking him before. 

"Yeah, because none of my classes ever actually met, per se," I played along with his light mocking of my major. It deserved to be mocked, at the moment. Not being able to get a job with my liberal arts degree was why I was here getting my brother out of bed, why he and I were spending the next three months together house sitting for our parents. "I got all my credit hours from sitting in coffee shops and reading Foucault." 

"Why do we have to leave so early, anyway?" He heaved himself off the bed and searched the floor for a pair of shorts, back hunched, arms hanging slack from his shoulders. "The airport's only, like twenty minutes away and their flight doesn't leave for three more hours." 

"International flight, doofus. They have to ask them if they're terrorists for a half hour before they can fly to London." Jason pulled on a pair of khaki shorts, squinted in the mirror a moment and opted not to change into a fresh t-shirt. His long, shuffling feet slid into a pair of athletic sandals. 

"I wouldn't," I warned. 

"What? You criticizing my fashion choices now? Think maybe I should have a pair of cowboy boots? Or bowling shoes?" It was another gentle dig at me. In college, I realized that a rockabilly style suited my taste in music and tattoos and flattered my pear-shaped figure, so I wore a lot of flared skirts, cigarette pants, and yes, cowboy boots. Jason's style, on the other hand, had always been Abercrombie & As Little Effort As Possible. 

"No, I just think you'll want to wear something with some arch support. Mom packed half the house to take with them to Europe, and you're the one loading it in the car." I jumped up and grabbed his hand, pulling him with me. "Come on, the sooner we get them checked in, the sooner we can come back and jump in the pool. This is going to be the last sunny day for a while." 

A three month trip to Europe is the kind of thing people talk about doing, but my parents are the only people I'd ever heard of actually doing it. They were going to all of the great museums and palaces, with side trips to Russia, Turkey, Egypt, Morocco, and other places I'd only ever read about. It should have been the kind of thing that makes you proud about your parents when you tell other people. Not me. I knew what it cost. 

Dad had a successful machine parts business, and was semi-retired, able to take a few months off with careful planning. He met Mom long before that, when he was stationed in Okinawa and she was a waitress at a traditional restaurant. They married there two months later and have been together ever since. 

Dad used to go to her restaurant every day he could get off base, just to see her. His spoken Japanese was passable but his reading was terrible. He didn't want to let on to her, though, so he kept ordering things by pointing to them without knowing what they were. He ended up eating squid, frogs, snails, everything on the menu. She just thought he loved Japanese food until he finally asked her out to dinner - at a hamburger joint. It's a cute story, and he told it to great effect at their thirtieth anniversary party two years ago, about an hour before I watched him getting a blowjob in the coat check from Deb Hansen, accounting department. 

For practically as long as they've been married, Dad's been an uncotrollable cheater and extravagant apologizer. The European trip was the result of my mother sniffing out a close-call pregnancy scare with a mistress younger than me. 

Deb Hansen's what got Mom the pool. 

As Dad's apologies go, the pool was a good one, much better than a designer handbag or even the little sports car that Mom could barely drive. The pool took up most of the back yard, when you included the patio, half shaded by palm trees, and the stacked stone grotto at the far edge, trickling musically into the shallow end. Kidney shaped, tiled in bright blues and greens, and twelve feet down to the bottom of the deep end, which is where I dropped in as soon as we were home from the airport. I sank down halfway, then folded my legs like I was sitting Indian-style. I looked up at the bubbles racing to the surface and settled deeper into the pressing blue. I started the exercise I'd been doing every day since I came to stay for the summer. 

I am building a time machine in my mind to save myself from making a very particular kind of mistake. 

Kate, when you are a sophomore in high school, an outgoing guy named Matthew with beautiful hazel eyes is going to ask you to the homecoming dance. You should go with him. Making fun of the other couples booty dancing or too nervous to actually touch each other is what will start you out being best friends. He's going to give you your first kiss later, under the yellow glow of the porch light. You should probably let him do that, too. It's sweet, he's a good kisser. 

Kate, when you are a senior in high school, Matthew will have been your boyfriend since that first dance. On prom night, he'll get an amazing hotel room but he's not going to be drunk enough to have sex with you in it. You'll want to ignore the fact that the four times you've had sex before then, he's been plastered. You'll still be planning on going to the same college in the fall to stay together Don't do it. Tell him you love him, then break up with him. He's gay. 

Kate, when you are twenty, Matthew will take you on a candlelight picnic and surprise you with his grandmother's diamond ring. You'll want to say yes, because you love him and can't imagine not seeing him every day for the rest of your life. He's going to look so handsome in his tux, waiting for you at the end of the aisle with tears of joy in his eyes. Don't marry him, even though it'll break both your hearts. He's gay. 

Kate, when you are twenty-three, Matthew will get up enough courage to tell you on your first anniversary that he thinks he's bisexual. You should take him at his word, since he knows what's in his own heart. What you shouldn't do is keep telling yourself that it's alright that every time you have once-a-month sex after that, you have to tell him how hot you think it would be to see him with another man and describe it in detail first. It's not progress, it's not improving. He's gay. 

Kate, when you are twenty-five, Matthew will sob and shake in your arms, confessing that he's broken his marriage vows several times with men he's met online. You'll be shocked and destroyed. You can't be, not if you've been paying any attention or heard any of these warnings. The signs were all there. He's gay. 

Kate, when you are twenty-six, you and Matthew will get divorced. In some ways, he'll still be your best friend. You'll leave him the dog and drive three states away to move back in with your parents. You will try to figure out how you lost ten years of your life and figure out the only way to get them back is to go back in time and send these warnings. 

I unfolded my legs and pushed off against the bottom of the pool, my lungs burning for air by the time I popped back up to the surface. I paddled over to the side of the pool and propped myself up on the tiled edge, resting my chin on my forearms. Jason was draped over a lounge chair in his swim trunks with aviator sunglasses covering half his face. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me, or if he was even awake. Jason got Mom's black hair and intense brown eyes. His tan is always going to look better than mine, though we both have a spray of chocolate freckles across our noses and cheeks. Where Jason is long and lean, an inch taller than Dad, I got a totally different genetic combination. I'm taller than Mom, but only by a few inches. I got her petite shoulders and small, pointed breasts, but the full hips and round ass of Dad's Midwestern ancestors. 

Jason had been a track star in high school, but wasn't good enough to make the cut later on. It looked like little brother had put on some muscle in the two years he'd been away at college, thickening up through the shoulders and chest. His torso was hairless, but I didn't know if it was natural or if he shaved. The last time I'd lived with Mom and Dad, Jason had been twelve. That's where my mind had him set, it just kept scaling him up when I saw him grown taller and taller at holidays. I had been thinking of this summer together in some ways as babysitting my kid brother. Now I was looking at the man with whom I'd be sharing the house instead. I was about to say something about how grown up he looked when Jason interrupted. 

"Is that seriously your bathing suit?" 

"Huh?" 

"That thing you're wearing. I mean, what is that? Some kind of dress? You look like an eighty year old at the Y who doesn't know she's not a pin-up anymore." 

I looked down at my suit, which I thought was pretty cute before. It was meant to look like something you'd see on a 1940s pin-up girl: a one-piece with a black and white striped strapless bodice and a high-waisted bottom with a sheer outer layer that looked like a skirt skimming the bottom of my butt cheeks. "I look like what? I do not!" I huffed, splashing water out of the pool at him and falling far short of his lounge chair. "At least I don't look like a...a..." It was so hard to think of an insult with his smooth, brown chest and shoulders, his casual posture in the lounge chair. What he looked like was a picture in a brochure about how fucking amazing it would be to have a pool. He belonged out here; I was the one who spent the last ten years getting reluctantly fucked by the love of my life. My brother's banter usually slid off me, but this time it stuck in me, barbed, hot, and poisonous. "Jase, that was just mean." I slipped miserably back down below the water. 

When I came back up, he was kneeling over the pool with his sunglasses pushed up to the crown of his head, waiting for me, worried. "Hey, Kate, I'm sorry. It didn't come out right. I didn't mean anything other than that I think you'd look great in a suit that's not so...old-fashioned." I took a deep breath and went under again, looking up at his rippling face, framed by blue water. I came up again. "Seriously, I didn't mean it that way and it definitely wasn't my intention to hurt you. I'm really sorry about that. Can you forgive me and let me take you to the mall to apologize and show you what I'm talking about?" 

"Not today," I pushed off from the side of the pool, skimming through the water away from him, marveling at my little brother's very adult apology. I tried not to think about what it meant that his first instinct was to buy something for me to soothe hurt feelings. 

"Is it because you're still mad at me?" 

"It's because there's still sun today. We'll go tomorrow when it's rainy." 

We spent the next few hours not saying much, just enjoying the sun and the cool water. When I wasn't in the pool, I was reading. Jason mostly played with his phone and worked on his tan. Every time I came up for air or finished a chapter, I glanced over at him. Perhaps I'd built that mental time machine after all, but it had missed fixing me and instead turned Jason from a lanky, clumsy kid with the nerdiest black bowl cut in the county to this tousled, lazy Dionysus who smelled like Banana Boat. We went inside when it started clouding over around three. Jason made tacos and we watched Law & Order: SVU re-runs, cracking each other up by repeating the most melodramatic lines in squeaky cartoon voices. By the time I went to bed, my cheeks were hot from the sun and from laughing. 

I was sprawled on top of the sheets in black boyshorts and my Ramones t-shirt, staring up at the plastic glow in the dark stars I'd tacked on the ceiling as a teenager. My half-sleeping mind, worn out from building and building my time machine all day, settled on another mistake I'd made that I wished away often. 

It was the week before high school graduation and I had skipped class for the first time. I'd already gotten As on all my exams and was just coasting to the final ceremony, summer, college. Mom had borrowed my car to take on one of her all-day outlet shopping binges with her best friend, Ai. I had caught a ride with a friend just before lunch and come home to eat cold tonkatsu, watch TV, and get a jump start on primping for a party Matthew and I were going to later that night. If I was really lucky, I could get a half empty bottle of vodka out of the liquor cabinet to take with me and Mom wouldn't notice so long as there was already a full one there for her tonight. 

I was upstairs in my room, holding dresses up to my bare chest, trying to figure out which one I thought Matthew would like best when I heard Dad's car pull up in the driveway. Momentary panic subsided as I realized my car wasn't in the driveway and he had no reason to come anywhere near my room. He was probably just home for lunch. All I had to do was stay quiet for an hour and I wouldn't get caught on literally the only day I had ever skipped class. I was debating the merits of walking very slowly over to the bedroom door and closing it when he came in from the garage and I could hear immediately that he was not alone. 

"Damn, look at that ass. I can't wait to bury my face in it! Head on upstairs, gorgeous." There was a loud smack and a feminine moan. "No, not the bedroom on the left. Second one on the right." My stomach dropped to my toes. The first bedroom to the right of the stairs was Jason's and the second one was mine. My bedroom. My bedroom where I was standing in nothing but a pair of panties with a sundress clutched to my chest, skipping school and unintentionally catching Dad cheating on Mom. I bolted for the closet hoping the sound of them coming up the stairs covered me. I pulled the slatted doors closed just as Dad's latest rounded the jamb and started pulling off her shirt. 

I knew Dad had messed around, you couldn't have ears and not hear Mom yelling at him about it. But why the hell would he bring her into my bedroom? Then I remembered our trip to Jamaica. Mom had found long blonde hairs on the pillows of their bed at the end of last summer, so Dad took us all to Jamaica in September. How long had he been using my room? Was he using Jason's? It was completely gross. 

The woman Dad had brought home was thick and curvy, her athletic thighs framed by her short white tennis skirt. Her skin was the color of cinnamon and her hair was twisted into dozens of long braids, tied back. When she stripped her sports bra off over her head, her breasts sprang out, the nipples were dark brown, like mine, but the areolae had to be three or four times bigger. They tipped her sloping breasts like the nose cones on a pair of missiles. Dad wasn't far behind her, ripping his tie out of his shirt collar and fumbling with his buttons, giving up with only the bottom one left and virtually tackling her onto my bed. They didn't so much kiss as hungrily mash their mouths together while she pulled his shirt out of his pants and went for his belt. 

"Oh, Sara. You want the belt? Or my dick?" He asked her sardonically. I wasn't sure why yet. 

"You know I want them both...Daddy," she replied, her voice low and husky. I realized who she was then: the director of the summer camp at our country club. I'd met her once last year when I was waiting to pick Jason up from swim lessons. 

"Good, 'cause you're going to get them both," he pushed away from her and stood up, between my closet and the bed. He was only a few feet away. If he'd looked closely at the slats in the door, he'd have seen me for sure. I shrank back against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest, heart hammering at my ribs. He took off his dress shirt and t-shirt and unthreaded his braided leather belt from his linen trousers while she got on all fours on my bed, her heart-shaped ass pointing at me. I could see a wet stain spreading in the middle of her white panties. He grasped the belt with his hands shoulder-width apart and dragged it slowly back and forth across her thighs. 

"Please, Daddy, I've been so very bad. Punish me!" 

"What did you do that was so bad, baby girl?" 

"Well," Sara grinned at him over her shoulder, "I have been sleeping with a married man." 

"That is bad." He pulled the belt away from her and held it by the buckle in his right hand, wrapping the leather once around the back to improve the grip. "You're definitely getting a spanking for that." 

Even though I knew what was going to happen next, even though I could see they were having fun and this was a regular game, I cringed. Dad was a bear of a man with broad shoulders and thick, sinewy forearms. He had never, ever hit me or Jason or Mom, but I could imagine how it would hurt. He peeled her panties down to mid-thigh and gave her a few teasing taps of the belt across her cheeks. Sara's exposed vulva was hairless and her inner lips were the same dark chocolate as her nipples. I could see the light reflecting off her wetness and realized I was wet and tingling in the same place. I clamped my hands over my mouth to muffle whatever sound was going to come out of my mouth when Dad really laid into her with the belt. 

He reared back from the elbow and brought it across her thighs, she moaned and wiggled her ass. I had thought it would sound like Indiana Jones' whip, but it was much quieter. Three more quick, sharp blows and she was keening with desire. Dad had obviously done this before, a thought that both made my stomach flop over and made butterflies spread from my clit to the rest of my mound. 

"Please, Daddy, spank me!" Sara cried. She was rewarded with a rain of blows, two so hard I could see the end of the belt wrap around her hip and inner thigh. Though most of what I could see of dad was his back, when he turned sideways to hit her I could see the heavy bulge pressing against the front of his pants. 

"You ready for the big one, baby girl?" 

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy." He pulled back and whacked her square across her swollen pussy. She shrieked and tipped over on her right side, her thighs clenched together. I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine the expression of pain and pleasure well enough. Mine probably looked the same, under my utter shame at enjoying what I was watching. 

"Oh, honey, did that hurt? I'll make it feel good now." He dropped his pants and underwear in one smooth motion, his erection popping up out of the waistband. He sat down on the edge of the bed closest to me and leaned all the way back, splaying his knees. She pulled off her panties and straddled his face. He kneaded her ass with both hands while he vigorously tongued her inner lips. 




The Pool



I was sitting eye-level with Dad's balls. Despite being built like a lumberjack, Dad didn't have much body hair, only a patch in the middle of his chest and, as I could now see, a light covering where his thighs met. His penis was wide at the base with a narrow head, coming up to a rounded point. As he turned and moved his body to get more of Sara, it bobbed back and forth. My throat was dry and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Matthew had eaten my pussy twice, haltingly, and if could look like that, I was pretty sure now he didn't do it right. 

Sara arched her back and ground down onto Dad's face, squeezing a breast in each hand until the flesh bulged out between her fingers. I thought she'd scream again, like she had when he was hitting her with the belt, but the sound she made as she came was like a deep, growling chuckle followed by a high, prolonged, "Oooooooooooooh!" 

She dismounted and moved gingerly over to the side of the bed, where she knelt in front of him. If she turned, we'd have been eye-to-eye through the slats of the closet door. I held my breath. She grabbed Dad's member and milked it a few times, rubbing her fingers up and over the head, then stroking back down and pulling the skin taut. She was leaning closer to put her mouth on it when a ring tone I didn't recognize went off. With one hand still on Dad's dick, she dug around in her discarded clothes, pulled out her phone, and flipped it open. "This is Sara Tate, what can I do for you?" Her side of the conversation mostly consisted of "uh-huh" and "I see" after that, though she kept a slow stroke going on Dad with her free hand. Finally, she ended the call with, "Yes, that's really too bad. I'm glad you called the paramedics. I'll be there right away." She dropped the phone to her lap and let go of Dad to scrub both palms across her face. "Kid with a peanut allergy ate the wrong snack and went into shock," she looked at him through her splayed fingers when he sat up. "I have to get back to the club right now to talk to his parents. I am so sorry. I had a clear schedule this afternoon." 

"Hey, it's alright. They can't run that place without you." Dad patted her on the shoulder and smiled. He had a warm, wonderful smile, slightly crooked but better looking for that. His smile could turn a decent anecdote into an amazing story and thaw icy contract negotiations. It was such a normal thing, to see Dad comforting someone and smiling, except that his penis was pointing right at my hiding space like an accusing finger. "I'll run you back over there and drop you off at the edge of the parking lot." They dressed quickly and left. I stayed in the closet for a good half an hour after, terrified Dad would come back and catch me, that he'd known I'd been there all along. I was prepared for it to be the most shameful thing that had ever happened to me. 

Instead, the most shameful thing was what happened when Dad didn't come back. An hour after he and Sara left, I knew I was in the clear. He hadn't seen me, and if he came back now, I could convincingly tell him I'd been let out of my last class early. I had the house to myself until 4:30, when Jason got off the bus. I spent the next two hours spread out on my bed with my fingers working my clit and achingly swollen lips. I even used the smooth wooden handle of an old hairbrush to satisfy the burning cascade of longing inside. I wasn't interested in getting spanked, that one went immediately on the "things Matthew and I won't be trying" list. But I came and came thinking about my father setting me on his face and plunging his tongue inside me; crawling out of the closet when Sara got up to take her place between his legs, opening my mouth to taste his hardness; being speared on the end of his pointed manhood while I moaned and sighed and called him "Daddy." By the end of the afternoon, I was too sore to touch myself until after graduation. 

When Mom looked at Dad's cell phone three weeks later and found out about Sara, we obviously had to stop going to the country club. Jason was pulled out of summer camp, which was great by him, he had wanted to go to chess camp and hang out with me all summer instead, anyway. Dad got a new cell phone because Mom threw his out the car window on the freeway; Mom, Jason, and I all got new cell phones because Dad was sorry he got caught. 

When I would masturbate in college, my mind would wander back to that afternoon unless I gave it something bigger and dirtier to focus on. It was impossible to be home on a break and not think about it. Sometimes I stripped down to my panties and rubbed myself to repeated climax while crouching in the closet for the full experience. Every time, thinking about Dad got me off but made me even more ashamed of myself. It was a rotten tooth I couldn't help touching. 

But I also couldn't help touching myself with both hands bunched under my boyshorts, thinking about what I'd seen that day eight years before. It was sick, I knew it was, but it had been a bigger part of my sex life than my husband had, and I couldn't keep from going back to it when I needed comfort and relief. 

The next morning, rain was coming down in steady sheets. I spent the morning reading and Jason messed around with his laptop with something he wouldn't let me see. I made rolled omelets and rice. At eleven, Jason interrupted me in the middle of my page by jangling his keys in my face. "Come on, mall's open. We're going to go look at swimsuits and then I'm taking you to lunch and a movie." 

"Can we just do lunch and the movie?" 

"Nope. Package deal. I will even let you pick the restaurant and the movie if you agree to try on and consider just one bathing suit I pick out for you." 

"You're serious about this?" 

"Serious enough to sit through whatever Mister Darcy crap you want to see instead of a real movie, yeah." 

"You're such a charmer." 

"You have no idea. I am the Date Master. I give amazing date." 

"But no girlfriend I've ever heard about." 

"Nope. The Date Master cannot be tamed." 

"Come on Date Master," I rolled my eyes at him, "I don't want to be late for our double-date with Mister Darcy." 

I found practically everything at the swimwear store too skimpy to consider. Jason and I had made it a contest: I would pick one suit I liked, he would pick one he liked for me, and I would try them both on. Whoever had picked the more attractive suit, according to the bored girl behind the register, would get a small favor from the loser. Jason and I teased each other a lot, but were generally nice enough about small wagers that I wasn't worried. I also wasn't worried because I knew I'd choose something another woman would like better than whatever spandex monstrosity he thought was sexy. 

In the dressing room stall, I turned and looked over my shoulder in the mirror. I'd picked a cute halter one-piece, black with cherries printed on it. It slimmed my lower half enough and did as much as it could with my little teacup tits. The best part was that it had a diamond-shaped panel cut out of the front. I had often wished my hips smaller or my breasts bigger, but I'd always loved my flat stomach. I felt too exposed in most two pieces, so it was rare I got to show it off. I walked out of the dressing room, confident in my victory. 

"What the hell is that? Dice?" Jason was leaning back in the only chair outside the dressing rooms, arms crossed. "I should have known you'd pick something with dice on it." 

"They're cherries, and they're cute," I stuck my tongue out at him. "Aren't they?" I asked the sales girl. 

"Yeah," she nodded, "that's really cute. You've got hard competition, Jason." So, she already knew his name. It looked like the Date Master had struck while I was getting changed. I felt a strange jab of jealousy even as I gave a victorious little pirouette. 

"It's not over yet," he said, handing me a wad of purple fabric. I took it without even looking until I got back into the stall. 

Predictably, Jason had picked a bikini. I'd half-expected it to be the tiniest piece of dental floss in the store, just to see if he could get me to wear it. When I got it on and adjusted, I was legitimately surprised. It wasn't anything I would have chosen on my own, but it wasn't terrible at all. In fact, the triangles over each of my breasts emphasized their perky shape and the delicacy of my arms and shoulders. The bottom covered my ass completely but was slung low, showing much more of the curve of my hips than I had ever dared. Their smooth swoops in to my waist made my taut stomach the center of attention. I even liked the color. 

"Oh, wow," Jason sputtered when I walked out, the smug look siding off his face as he almost fell out of his chair. "Wait right there," he held up his hand to our teenage judge, "she just needs one more thing." He walked over to me and pushed my dark brown hair off my shoulders, then pulled his aviator sunglasses out and put them on me. He ruffled my short bangs, "Alright, Bettie Page. I think even you have to admit you're a stone-cold stunner in this suit." 

The shop girl declared Jason the winner, though I later accused him of bribing her with the prospect of a date. Not content with that, he pulled me over to the full-length mirror in the dressing room and draped one arm across my bare shoulders. He rested his chin on top of my head and looked at my reflection, quiet. "You really are beautiful, you know. I know things with Matthew probably made you think..." 

"Hey! You won! What favor do you want? Because the one I really want is for us to stop talking about this. Like now." 

"I want a picture of you in that suit. Nothing slutty, just...here..." He pushed the sunglasses up over my bangs and turned me slightly to the side so the tattoo on my left shoulder showed. Jason held up his cell phone and backed up so he was out of the shot. "Look over your shoulder. Give me a little smile, Katie." I did smile, looking at my tattoo. Fifty tiny black star outlines, one for each state. Fifteen were filled in with red for the states I'd visited. Matthew and I had planned to go to all of them together, but for the first time in months I thought I might just see them on my own. 

"Perfect," Jason said, putting his phone in his pocket, "I knew I could get proof you could smile. Get your clothes back on, pin-up girl, I want a gyro." 

If my kid brother had been taking girls on dates like the lunch and movie we had that afternoon, it was a wonder he didn't have a girlfriend. He listened attentively while I answered his dozens of questions about my favorite books, movies, and restaurants. He got me telling long stories about places I wanted to travel. I learned a lot about Jason, too. Despite the six year age difference, we'd always been friendly and close, but we didn't really talk about ourselves or our lives as much as we did about our past and our parents. It was great to meet this other Jason - we didn't have the same taste in movies or music but he was engaging and funny. We almost missed the movie because we were having such a good time. 

Later that night, the rain stopped but the water still hung heavy in the air. I was tired of being stuck inside all day, so I dangled my feet in the pool and read as well as I could by the lights on the patio. 

"Kate?" Jason poked his head out of the sliding glass door, "you out here in the dark?" 

"It's light enough. I just wanted some time to read outside." Truthfully, I hadn't gotten very far into my book. 

"I need to tell you something." His earnestness made me uncomfortable. I'd had too many terrible conversations that started off that way in the past two years and my day with Jason had been so close to perfect I wanted to hold on to it for a little longer before my life went back to being a shitty shambles. "I'm afraid you might be mad." 

"Alright, out with it," I sighed, setting my book aside, "but if this is about farts, I'm going to throw you in the pool." He laughed, caught off guard, but I could see as he came closer that he was genuinely nervous. I'd spent the past week being constantly surprised at what a handsome man he'd turned into, but his worry made him look like a teenager again. 

"It's not about farts. You can throw me in the pool if you want after I tell you, but not my phone, OK? Unless dad gropes a French maid while they're on vacation, I'm not going to get another one any time soon." He eased down next to me and put his feet in the pool next to me. It was just a trick of the light through the water, but his feet looked twice as long as mine. He sighed, building up courage, and showed me the screen on his phone. "I made you a profile on this dating site." 

"What?" I grabbed at the phone, he kept his hand wrapped firmly around it. 

"No. Throwing. Promise?" 

"Yes. Now show me this bullshit." I scrolled through the profile, and the whole scheme hit me at once. Of course this is what he was doing. The bikini picture, the self-esteem pep talk, the questions at lunch, all of it had been to put together a dating profile. "Holy fucking shit, Jason. Did you see this in a movie or something? Why would you think this was a good idea?" 

"I don't know," his dark eyes were pained under heavy lashes, "I was tired of seeing you look sad all the time. I thought," he shook his head, staring down at his feet in the water, shoulders slumped forward. "Never mind, it's stupid. I'll take it down. I'm sorry." 

"No, it was...sweet? Misguided. Definitely misguided, but sweet." It killed me to see him so down. Was that what I'd looked like to him since we'd been home? No wonder he'd tried to fix it in the best way a twenty year old who'd never been out on more than three dates with the same woman would. I wanted to hear him laugh again, for this not to be terrible between us. Even if it was all for a dumb teen sitcom-grade plot, I'd had the best day of any I could remember since Matthew and I had decided to divorce. I checked him lightly with my shoulder. "Did I at least get any good responses?" 

"Oh, man," Jason said, obviously relieved I wasn't going to storm off. "I have a totally new respect for what girls have to go through. I put that profile up four hours ago and I've already seen three different junk pics and been invited to fly out to Oklahoma City for a weekend with a wealthy older gentleman." 

"How wealthy?" I joked. 

"You should be asking 'How much older?'" Jason put his arm around my back, his hand resting on the concrete by my hip. "There was one guy who was actually pretty promising. Here," he took the phone from me with his free hand and scrolled through to the messages, pulling up one for me to see and clicking through to the profile. "This guy. He's twenty-eight, a financial planner, likes movies with subtitles, Thai food, and three of your favorite bands. Good looking too, don't you think?" He was, with short, dark curly hair and blue eyes crinkled with his smile. It was a nice smile, slightly crooked like Dad's. The thought sent a shock of desire twined around with shame right through me. 

"Ok, let me look at his profile on my own tonight. I'll send him a message if I like him and we'll see how it goes." 

"So you're not going to push me in the pool?" 

"Not for this. Your heart was in the right place, even though you did it like a dumbass. We'll see how it goes." We sat there in silence, and he moved his hand to my upper arm, pulling me closer to his side in a half-hug. 

"I really am sorry, Katie," he whispered. "About Matthew. I loved him, too. I thought you two were going to be one of those old couples that still walks around holding hands in the park, like eighty years old." 

"Yeah. Me, too." 

"I thought you'd found a way to not be Mom and Dad." 

"Yeah," I leaned my head in and rested it on his shoulder, "me, too." I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of my feet swishing in the water, on the heat of his side pressed against mine, on his smell of fabric softener and deodorant over the chlorine of the pool. I let him fall away from my mind as my brother and just held on to the part of the moment that was being held by a man who loved me. We were silent for what seemed like a long time, and I was grateful. 

"Kate?" 

"Mmm?" 

"Can I tell you something else?" He didn't sound as nervous as telling me about the dating profile, but it didn't sound like it was going to be anything to joke about, either. 

"Of course." He took a deep breath. 

"Last summer, when I was home from college, Mom told me that Dad wasn't my real father. Is that true?" 

"What?" I sat up sharply and looked at him. His expression was tense, not joking. 

"Did she ever tell you that?" 

"No!" 

"I wasn't sure. I mean, she was drunk. Really, really drunk. It was two in the morning and Dad still wasn't home from 'working late.' I was sitting up with her out here by the pool because I couldn't stand listening to her bump around in the house." We were quiet again, not looking at each other, his hand rubbing slowly between my shoulder and my elbow. I thought about how different we looked, how anyone seeing us at the mall together that afternoon probably wouldn't have thought we were brother and sister. 

"Jason, do you really think that's true?" 

He looked down at me, the tips of our noses a half inch apart. The shadow falling on his face made his expression impossible to read now. "Would it make a difference?" 

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. "No," I exhaled at last, "you'd still be my jerkwad baby brother." 

The following Friday night, I had a date with Greg, the guy from the website with the great smile. I had originally packed my two suitcases to come out here with the plan of lying out by the pool and slinking around miserably for three months, so anything acceptable for a date was still in storage in another state. After another trip to the mall and actually listening to Jason's advice, I had a blue floral sundress and a soft white crochet cardigan. No skulls, no flames, no dice. I had reminded Jason that the first picture Greg had ever seen of me was in a bikini, showing off my tattoo. Jason had reminded me that Greg was a financial planner so I had to square it up a bit. I looked great and felt confident as I headed out to Basil Thai. Jason made me turn and show off for him before I could leave the house. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead, "Any man would be crazy not to fall for you, Kate. I won't be waiting up for you tonight, if you know what I mean." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

Two hours later, I opened the front door as quietly as I could and shuffled into the living room, crushed under humiliation. Thankfully, Jason wasn't there. I couldn't hear him in the kitchen and I didn't see him in the pool. I'd been so distracted when I pulled into the driveway, I hadn't even noticed if his car had been in the garage. If I was lucky, he was out, too. I just needed some time to myself to process what had happened before I had to explain it to him. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror. No, that woman wasn't me at all. She didn't have any darkness to her. She was going out on dates. She hadn't given her whole life over to a husband who wouldn't touch her and disgusting fantasies about her father. She was wearing a sweet little dress under a lacy drape of yarn. A wave of rage and frustration overcame me and pulled me under. 

"Whose fucking clothes are these?" I kicked off my sandals and tore off the cardigan, wadding it up and throwing it as hard as I could at the wall. "Who fucking wears this?" I grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up over my head until it stuck on my shoulders. It enraged me even more. "Grrraaaaaaaah!" I yanked it the rest of the way off and tossed it to the floor. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra under my strappy little dress, so I was staring at myself in nothing but a pair of lace panties I'd bought in what was now clearly forlorn hope. I stomped off through the sliding glass door and walked right into the pool so I could scream as much as I wanted under water. 




The Pool



I came up for air and dove back down three times before I heard Jason yelling my name. 

"Kate! Kate, what's wrong? What's going on? What happened?" 

The pool had already destroyed my mascara, which kept my tears from streaking as noticeably down my face. "Jase, he did-...he didn't..." My sobs kept me from getting a thought out. Jason wasn't wearing anything but a pair of boxers. He jumped into the pool with no hesitation and walked over to where I was standing in water up to my chest. He threw his arms fiercely around me. 

"Shhhhh, shhh, Katie, just breathe. Just calm down and tell me what happened. Did he hurt you? Do we need a doctor? What's wrong? Just tell me." 

"He didn't know, Jason," I buried my face in his chest and sobbed. 

"Didn't know what, Kate?" 

"He didn't know I was divorced. You put on the profile that I was single and I didn't check it." 

"So...what happened? I don't understand?" 

"Everything was going great, and I mentioned something about it offhand, because I thought he knew. But he didn't, and he just gave me this look and..." My breath threatened to get away from me again, but I held on tighter to Jason's waist and got it under control, "he asked me what was wrong with me that I'd already burned through a marriage at twenty-six. Then he gave me this ten minute lecture about letting people know I'm 'damaged goods' before they spend a week e-mailing me, how rude it is to waste someone's time." 

"Oh, god. Oh, Katie, Katie, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." He was stroking my wet hair. "I am such an idiot and it's all my fault. I never should have made that profile, I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry, Kate, please believe me." 

I just held on to him, calming down as he petted my hair and shoulders and held me close to his thudding heart. I don't know how long it was before I realized that all we were wearing was underwear and that my naked breasts were pressed against him, the nipples as hard and round as pebbles with the combination of cold water and hot skin. I didn't care. After years of having my marriage fail slowly, almost sweetly, it was a hideous relief to have a blow-out humiliation and be comforted by skin-to-skin contact, even if the man giving me what I needed was my brother. I just didn't have it in me to care about it at all. 

Jason held me firmly against him with his left arm around my lower back. He pushed the wet hair plastered to the sides of my face back and swiped under each of my eyes with his right thumb. "Shhhhhh," he soothed, caressing my face. "Kate, please forgive me." He was staring at me intensely, his face inches from mine, his lips still wet from the pool. "Kate, please..." He dipped his head so smoothly I didn't realize what was happening until the moment his lips made contact with mine. He didn't seal the kiss, hesitating long enough for a single warm exhalation before slipping his lower lip under mine and pressing in. He didn't move his mouth at all until I pursed my lips to meet him. He parted his lips slightly and slid them millimeters back and forth against mine. It was so light, the kindling for the fire that suddenly flared inside me. I opened my mouth and tilted my head to the side, catching his upper lip in mine and pulling gently. Jason pulled back completely, then kissed me again, his mouth open enough for me to feel the wet probing tip of his tongue. I answered it with the questioning touch of my own. 

It was like licking the end of an active battery. The intensity of the pleasure of feeling Jason's tongue against my own was almost too much to take, but I couldn't imagine pulling away for more than the half second it took to close the kiss again. Jason and I teased our tongues against each other, and my mind blanked out everything but those sensations, though a familiar ache between my legs was pulling at my consciousness. Jason shifted his weight and pulled me closer, giving me his full mouth. I felt the hot press of his erection against my hip. 

It hit me all at once that I was standing mostly naked in my parents' pool, making out with my brother. I pulled my lips from his and stared at him in wide-eyed shock. The look on his face in the unreliable light reflected up by the surface of the pool wasn't shame or confusion, just disappointment from me breaking contact. I jerked away from his body and he let me go. I swam slowly back to the opposite edge if the pool from where he was still standing, watching him as I went. He didn't move. I climbed out of the pool and walked into the house without a word, going straight to my bedroom and shutting the door. 

My thoughts were roiling and I held on to my mattress like a life raft. At some point I'd had the presence of mind to strip off my wet panties, but I didn't remember it. I was trying to explain what happened in the pool away in my mind as a mistake, an accident. I tried to compress it in my memory to a single brief kiss. I tried to make it my fault, my moment of weakness and neediness; I cast Jason as too confused and surprised to stop me. It didn't work. I knew, my body knew, that he had kissed me and I'd responded with far more than a moment of poor judgment. If I hadn't stopped because of the taboo of him being my little brother, I would still have been down in the pool, grinding against his hardness and begging for more. I still wanted more. I rolled over onto my back and gently spread my outer lips and haltingly stroked inside with my index finger. 

What was it about being in my parents' house that made me do and want such fucked up things? I went through my usual rote of the memory of Dad and Sara and the fantasies of me taking her place while I rubbed my clit, but it didn't get me close enough to get off. My mind wandered instead to Jason, his smooth, tanned skin and leaner muscles than Dad's, his runner's legs splayed while I mounted his face and let his delicious tongue explore my slit the way he had my mouth. That did it - I came, but I could tell it was only the beginning of what my body would want. 

You don't stay with a gay guy for ten years and not learn about doing for yourself. I may have thought the prospect of me going on a date this summer was so remote that I didn't pack any going out clothes, but I had certainly brought my sex toys. I found a slim vibrator and a jelly dildo I had picked because the tapered shape reminded me of Dad and began rubbing my clit again, thinking of the kiss in the pool. 

What if Dad wasn't really Jason's father? What if he was? Would Jason's penis be the same shape as Dad's? In my mind, Jason and I had moved from kissing in the pool to him grabbing my ass and hoisting me onto him, our underwear melting away in the water. In bed, I took the dildo and pressed its pink jelly head against my begging inner lips, slipping it halfway into my soaked cunt with the first thrust. In my mind, Jason wasn't gentle, as he had been with the kiss. I fucked myself deep and hard to match, each inward thrust accompanied by a wet smack. 

After my second orgasm, I left the jelly where it was, squeezed halfway out by my contracting muscles but still filling and stretching my lips, and turned on the vibrator. At first, I just brushed it around my vulva, staying clear of my clit until I ramped back up. I thought about the pool more abstractly - how Dad ended up having it put in because Mom caught him sleeping with Deb Hansen from the accounting department of his business. I knew months before Mom did because I'd caught him, first. I'd seen the way he looked at Deb at the anniversary party and I knew that if I followed him, I might get a chance to see him taking a woman again. 

You live in a house with people like my parents long enough and you get a sixth sense for these kinds of things. By the time I got trapped in the bedroom watching Dad with Sara, Jason and I had both developed the ability to leave the house together for our trip to get ice cream or go to the library just as Dad started slapping the locked bedroom door and sobbing "Haruna, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Haruna, please." We always managed to come back after Mom had finished tidying up whatever she had broken in her rage. So I knew, when I saw Dad's posture and Deb's glance at the wet bar as they both went to get a fresh drink, his only half empty, that they were making some kind of plan. I wasn't disappointed. 

My parent's thirtieth wedding anniversary party was at the new country club, the one they joined after Dad got caught with Sara. The party had already been going for three hours or more by the time Deb slipped away to the empty coat check room and Dad followed a minute behind, first going to towards the bathroom at the other end of the hall, then doubling back. I had squeezed Matthew's hand and told him I was going to get some air, my stomach knotting and burning with the shame and excitement of what I was doing. I went to the half-door of the coat check, leaned against the wall, and pretended to be listening to someone on my cell phone. My position was perfect - I could see in to the back of the coat check well, but the coats inside covered me from anyone looking out. Nobody would interrupt Dad, either. Since I didn't live at home any more, this was probably my last opportunity to watch him. 

By the time I was in position, Deb was standing in the back of the coat check with her sparkly black party dress pulled up over her hips and Dad was kneeling between her legs. Deb had her blonde head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut as she bit into her fist to keep quiet. Dad pulled away from licking her slit so he could see better when he pushed two fingers suddenly inside her. Deb's eyes went wide as he pistoned his arm into her, no exploration but rather a seizing of her body and demanding it orgasm for him. They had clearly been lovers for some time. My own pussy felt uncomfortable and tight, reaching for that same savage attention as I watched. 

Deb's pale cheeks flushed redder under her makeup as she suppressed a scream and ground her hips down onto Dad's hand. He pulled out and sucked on his fingers, then turned her around abruptly to face the back wall. As a seasoned cheater, Dad could get his cock out of his pants and position it with one hand while taking another pull off his drink with the other. All I could see from the front of the double row of coats was Dad's broad back and Deb's hands braced against the wall. At first, I was disappointed because I had been hoping for a view of him as intimate and complete as the one I had enjoyed years before. As I watched Dad grind into her, though, it became easier and easier to imagine myself against the wall. My hands shook and I almost dropped my cell phone. I scanned the room and saw no one near, no one watching. I pressed the heel of my free hand against my mound through my dress and rubbed slow circles. 

Dad pulled out and rotated a quarter towards me, showing his bobbing cock in profile, purple and slick. Deb repositioned to face him and lowered to her knees, her cocktail dress still hiked up well over her black garters. She wrapped her red lips around his glistening shaft and sucked at her own fluids. It couldn't have been more than half a minute before Dad groaned and pushed all the way into her mouth, careful not to grab her smooth blonde updo. He pulled out and pressed the crown against her throat, letting the last slow spurts dribble down the skin of her neck and décolletage. He'd never even put down his drink. 

I knew I should leave. Every second I stayed, I was closer to being seen by Dad or Deb or approached by someone in the crowded ballroom. My feet were rooted, staring at his bare shaft. He wiped himself off with his cocktail napkin and tucked away, still half hard. He helped Deb up and offered her his handkerchief for the cum on her neck. That was Dad, always a gentleman. 

Something about seeing all of the tangible evidence of their coupling wiped away released the moment's hold on me and I moved as quietly as my shaking legs would take me out to my car where I masturbated furiously for as long as I thought I could be away without Matthew coming to make sure I was alright. When I was washing my hands in the bathroom before going back to the party, Deb Hansen came in to touch up her dark red lipstick. She was wearing a lovely black pearl necklace that I knew she didn't have on at the beginning of the night. 

Six months later, construction began on the pool. 

In my bedroom, with a dildo filling my just-fucked pussy, I thought about Dad, then Jason, then Dad, dripping cum over my chest. I touched my clit with the vibrator at last and began to moan. For just a moment, my mind cast Matthew in the role. I banished him with thoughts of the flexing muscles of Jason's lean hips and thighs. 

The next morning was dark and cloudy, a fitting match for the two of us slinking around the house. I got dressed, made coffee like always, and read the paper as a way to put up a barrier between us. Jason drifted around in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, his hair an inky tangle. He hadn't shaved in a few days and the stubble looked good on him. I tried desperately not to notice that, or the way his t-shirt clung to his shoulders. Neither of us seemed to be able to stay in the same room with the other for more than five minutes. I started the day in the kitchen, he came in only long enough to get a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. He was watching TV in the living room, I came in to read, he went to his room. At noon he was in the kitchen working on one of his masterwork grilling marinade concoctions, I took up as little space as possible while I made a sandwich and left to eat it in my room. 

Finally, after the sun went down, I was lured out by the smell of charring chicken and spices. Jason had spread a full meal on the dining room table. He was wet from standing outside next to the grill, but his marinade and persistence had paid off. I frowned at his soaked t-shirt (and my body's reaction to it) and got him a fresh towel from the linen closet. My first instinct was to drape it over his shoulders and help him dry off. Instead, I held if out to him at arm's length. "Jason, this is amazing. You didn't have to do all this." 

"I know," he said, then vigorously rubbed the towel across his hair, "but I figure I owe you a good dinner after your last one ended up so bad." He peeled off his soaked t-shirt and wrapped the towel self-consciously around his torso. His damp hair still clung to his forehead. "I don't want things to be like this between us. Not like today. It..." he searched for something emphatic and profound, "...it sucked." 

I couldn't help myself and laughed at how far he'd missed the mark on what he wanted to say. "It sucked. You're right. Let's eat while it's still warm." 

Just like that, we were back to joking and laughing. Jason didn't change into a fresh t-shirt and eventually set the towel aside. We did the dishes together after dinner and settled in on opposite sides of the living room couch. I had an e-mail from Matthew. Everything was fine with him, but he hadn't heard from me in a while. I frowned at my laptop, wondering whether I should tell him about my dating disaster or not. I definitely wasn't going to tell him about what happened after I got back to the house, the same way I'd never told him about watching Dad. 

"What's with the face?" Jason asked, scooting over to me. 

"Nothing. E-mail from Matthew. He's doing well. The vet says...says Ranger has arthritis. He's still dating...whatshisface...he's doing...well..." I trailed off as my breath hitched into small sobs. This was my life, the one I was supposed to have. It wasn't just destroyed, it had never been true in the first place. Jason gingerly moved my computer out of my lap and pulled me against his chest. This wasn't the long, ugly cry from last night, it was only a momentary regret. My tears passed soon but I stayed where I was, appreciating the smell of his skin that I couldn't quite pull into my nose last night over the chlorine. He rubbed my back, long fingers relieving my tight muscles long after I stopped crying. 

"Kate? Can I ask you something?" I nodded against his chest. "This is OK. This, me holding you and rubbing your back. It's comforting to you." He paused, suddenly unsure in what sounded like a speech he'd been running through his head all day. "It is comforting, right?" 

"Yes." I wrapped my arms around his bare waist. 

"Then why is it wrong to comfort each other in other ways? This is OK," he kissed my forehead, "but this isn't?" He bent down and pecked me on the lips. I returned his kiss, stronger, then broke away. 

"Jason, I don't know the answer to that. I'm not...qualified," I whispered huskily. "I'm pretty messed up. Not just from Matthew being gay, but from Mom and Dad, too. Maybe that asshole last night is actually right and I'm damaged goods." 

"Then I am, too," Jason said, and he tilted my head back and kissed me passionately, our tongues reuniting. He pulled away again, but began kissing a line down my jaw to the side of my neck. I shuddered in hot pleasure. "I heard you last night," he said, between kisses that shocked right down to my core. "In your room. I heard you and I thought you were crying, so I almost opened the door to check on you." His right hand drifted up to cover my breast and I twisted my head to press my lips against his again, to taste his mouth. "I waited long enough to knock that I realized that wasn't the kind of crying you were doing. Were you thinking about me?" 

"Yes," I swallowed hard, "I couldn't help it, I..." He covered my mouth with his, stealing my justification with his probing tongue. He pulled my tank top off and cupped both of my bare breasts in his hands. 

"Good, because I didn't want to be the only one. I beat off three times last night trying to get your body out of my mind, but," he looked at me, intense, earnest, "I can't Kate. You're the one I want, even if you are my sister." He began to lick and suck my nipples, and I leaned back against the overstuffed couch cushions and moved my legs to either side of his hips to give him better access. He alternated with opening his mouth wider and pulling as much of my whole breast into his mouth as possible. I didn't even realize when I started grinding my pelvis against his taut belly, I just became aware of how it inflamed my already molten pussy. 

"Oh, god," Jason sighed, pressing back against me. "Will you show me?" 

"Show you what?" 

"Will you show me how you touched yourself last night when you were thinking about me?" I untangled from him and stood up. Making out, even sucking on my breasts, that was all above the belt. The barrier seemed stupid, but it was there. I knew if I let my brother see me touch myself that I wouldn't be able to keep myself from letting him touch me, taste me, probably not even from opening me up with the head of his cock. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them to the floor with my panties. 

I didn't go back to the couch, but sat on the edge of one of the overstuffed armchairs and spread my knees. Jason eagerly knelt in front of me, his basketball shorts straining over his erection. He rubbed it through the silky material while he kissed the inside of my calf. I spread my outer lips with my fingers and just let him stare for a moment, then I stroked my clit with one finger, giving it the first tiny taste of release that was just going to build to greater and greater need. He continued to kiss up the inside of one leg until he hit mid-thigh, then he switched to the other. I rubbed tight circles over my clit and slipped my middle and ring fingers halfway inside my lips to push at the tightening muscles. I kept losing friction between my fingertip and clit because I was so slippery. 

Jason didn't stop at mid-thigh on my other leg. He kept moving up until his kisses were raining indiscriminately on my fingers and my vulva. I buried my hands in his hair and he swooped his tongue in from the edge of my anus to the top of my hood to taste it all. I moaned his name as he gently, methodically moved his lips and tongue to the different parts of me, savoring the flavors and textures. It wasn't anything like what I'd experienced with Matthew or seen of Dad. 




The Pool



Jason slowly inserted two long, graceful fingers inside me. He didn't even move them at first, just let them sit and waited for what I'd do. I tightened my fingers in his hair and rocked against his hand. Taking that as his cue, he curled his fingers inside me to touch the front wall of my vagina and began to stroke, concentrating his licks on my clit. 

I knew that spot Jason was hitting well, but Matthew was the only man I'd ever been with and he didn't have any compelling desire to find it. It was a completely different experience to cum from someone else rubbing it. My consciousness shifted three inches up and to the right of my physical body as my hands shook in Jason's black hair and I gasped like a fish, explosive release of tensions I didn't even know had built up giving way to waves of pleasure. 

He stayed between my legs, gently licking up and down my lips but staying clear of my clit as I came down from my orgasm. He rested the side of his face against my inner thigh and looked up at me. "You are so incredibly beautiful. I could do that every day, just to see you smile like that." He stood up, his erection tenting his shorts, just a foot from my face. I sat forward and gently squeezed the head through the slippery fabric. I thought his knees were going to give way. "Ohhhhh, Kate, I..." he swallowed hard, but he didn't move my hand. "Don't tease me. Not unless you want me to..." 

"I want you," I cut him off, my orgasm afterglow making me bold in lust. "I wish you'd barged into my room and given me what I really wanted last night." 

Jason pulled me up from the chair and kissed me, hot and probing as he shucked his shorts off. His erection hit my belly with insistent heat. I felt for it blindly, not wanting to break the kiss. Jason felt different from how I remembered Dad looked. He felt about the same size and girth, but he was more tapered at the base of his shaft and had a broad, swollen head, slick with the precum bubbling up from his slit. He kept kissing me but turned so our positions were reversed, then sat down in the chair, his knees spread. Without hesitation, I climbed up and straddled his hips. I grasped his shaft and worked his crown back and forth along my throbbing lips, pausing in the circuit to rub it against my clit. 

Jason grabbed my hips and bucked up, pushing me down. He filled me in two strokes, unable to contain himself while I warmed up any longer. I matched my down-strokes to his rhythm and closed my eyes. This was my father's cock, on my bed when I was eighteen. It was Matthew's, in a parallel universe where he could love me completely. It was every man I was now free to fuck who actually wanted me. But finally, it was Jason's. I had to open my eyes to see him. Nothing in my fantasy was as hot as my brother, his cheeks flushing and his breathing ragged as he churned against me from below. "Kate, I'm gonna...I can't, I'm gonna..." I ripped away from him just in time for fountaining spurts of cum to hit us both on the belly. 

Something snapped awake in me, looking down at our skin, the same color where it wasn't tanned, with identical chocolate brown freckles. Our skin, which was exactly the same, covered in my little brother's cum. His eyes were closed. He was breathing hard through his peaceful grin, which was slightly, charmingly lopsided, just like our Dad's. 

I got up and looked around for some way to wash his cum off me. I didn't see anything immediately, so I padded over to the sliding glass door and out into the black drizzle. I walked to the edge of the deep end of the pool and dropped in, sinking down halfway, then folding my legs. 

I am building a time machine in my mind to save myself from making a very particular kind of mistake.



The Pool



Author's note:

Thanks for all your feedback - your emails and comments and votes are much appreciated. I'm still trying to reply to all of your kind (and dirty!) emails. Your suggestions for my next adventure are particularly appreciated, but I don't know if I'm brave enough to try all of them out!

The story below is also a true story, but not as risque as My Night Out. Wish it were, though, but this is what actually happened.

It's a short one - I'm working on another something you'll like, I promise.

And thanks to BeccaHasFun for her suggestions!

xx Jenn

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I'm Jenn, a recent grad still living in my college town.

I've been swimming since high school, when I was on our swim team. I wasn't any good in high school and certainly am no better now, but I love the way it feels to be in the water. So freeing, you know?

Anyhow, when I graduated, the thing I thought I'd miss the most about college was the easy access to the campus pool. It wasn't a luxe pool by any means, but it was free and convenient. And when I moved in with my roommate Matt, the new place was still within easy access to the campus pool.

A few weeks after graduation without access to the pool, I was ready to break down and get a Y membership. I didn't really have any cash to spare, but I really needed to swim.

I talked about it with Matt, my roommate, and he made a suggestion I'd never have thought of. Why didn't I just keep using the campus pool? I still had an ID, and it's not like the security guards looked too closely at them.

What the hell, I figured. And so I tried it.

The first day I went to swim in the pool, I half expected sirens to go off when I walked in: "she doesn't belong," the sirens would blare, and then I'd be dragged away to campus jail or whatever.

But the security guard that morning recognized me from my four years of daily swims, smiled, and waved me through. I didn't even have to flash an ID.

There are some benefits to being young, cute, and having my inviting blue eyes.

So I'd spent the summer swimming just about every day. I'd get up early and go for a swim on the days I could, and sometimes I had a break halfway through the day and would sneak in a swim, and some days it was after my internship or work, but basically, I made it most days.

Swimming is so good for me. I love being suspended in the water and just gliding through it. Sometimes I pretend I'm a fish and I've never known land and the worries of the world up on dry ground and I could spend the whole day - my whole life - in that warm chlorinated water.

The pool that summer was pretty empty. There was a lifeguard, who I think was a student worker who had a really boring summer job, because other than him, I was usually alone in the pool. I guess the campus really cleared out for the summer.

This summer, in addition to swimming and working, I decided to embark on a project of let's call it self-actualization. I've been reading stories about exhibitionists for years and was ready to cast aside my shy, demure ways and try it out. You can read about it in my first story here - My Night Out.

Anyhow, so in the spirit of being more daring and showing my body off a little, I decided to let go of my usual swimsuit. I'd been swimming in an old one piece that basically hid my ass and my breasts.

So I found like fifteen minutes to dash to Forever 21, which has become my favorite place for cheap fashion. I got the first string bikini I could find, tried it on quickly to make sure it fit well enough, and was out of the store with the new bikini for less than $20.

It was a pretty basic string bikini. The top was two triangles connected by a short string between my breasts and with string that tied behind my neck and behind my back, and the bottom had ties on both sides and covered the essentials. I mean, it felt like half my ass was hanging out, but that was the style. Sexy.

My first swimming day with the new bikini was just a couple of days after the events I wrote about in My Night Out. I was feeling flirty and fun and so, when in the ladies' changing room, I made sure that I looked nice. I was also pretty nervous, since I'd never worn so little in public before.

I looked good. My 5' 6" frame had curves in all the right places, I decided. My breasts are probably my favorite feature and even concealed behind the bikini, you could see that they stood proudly on my chest. You could even see the nubs of my hardening nipples. And my ass filled out the bikini bottom really nicely. The floral pattern of my bikini worked well with my permanently half-tanned skin. I was the total package, I decided.

Anyhow, the top (which I double knotted!) was showing off my cleavage, and I did a couple of jumping jacks in the mirror to watch my tits jiggle - quite nicely, I should say. And my bottom, which I'd also double-knotted, was staying in place pretty OK. It was a totally fine $20 suit, I thought. No wedgies yet.

I opened the locker room door to the pool room for my debut, excited and nervous to show some skin.

And the lifeguard didn't even look up from his book.

I swam my laps, which was an nice as it ever is, and, feeling refreshed but not aroused, got out of the pool, the swimsuit, uneventfully, boringly, still in place.

I showered and changed and went on with my day.

And that was about how it went for a couple of days. I'd get nervous, making sure to double knot everything, and wouldn't even get a glance from the sleepy lifeguard.

So I decided to push my luck. After a week of uneventfulness, I decided to be a bit risky.

First of all, I didn't double knot any of the four ties on my bikini, which was a bit scary. But then I imagined a tie coming undone. I could give the lifeguard a show and he wouldn't think that I was a slut. 

Thinking about how to give the lifeguard a show, I decided that instead of just doing laps, I'd do a couple of dives, hope to maybe have my suit come undone once or twice, get him interested.

Well, just my luck, that day there were two young men swimming with me. They didn't look like serious swimmers, neither of the exercise variety like me or of the competitive sort. Really, they were there to goof off.

I swam a couple of laps, then got out of the pool. I stood by the side of the pool, making sure that I was in easy view of both the young men in the water and the lifeguard, and stretched my arms above my head, accentuating my flat stomach and perky breasts.

And then I climbed the ladder to the diving board, bounced a couple of times, and looked around. The boys all had their eyes on me. This was it, I thought, diving in would surely open up the bikini knots and leave me nude in front of the three of them.

I breathed deeply a couple of times while bouncing, and then dove in.

I purposely didn't check my suit while in the pool and swam to the edge to get out, oblivious of my state of undress, and showing off my goods for the boys.

But alas, my suit stayed in place. I was totally decent. Still in a sexy bikini, but all the important bits were covered up.

So I did it again, and then again, and still no luck. This cheap bikini was holding up surprisingly well!

So I swam my laps and headed out.

The next day, still committed to showing off but not sure how I'd make it happen, I didn't make it to the pool until forty-five minutes before closing. On my way in, the security guard called me over.

This was it, I figured, I'm busted and will have to join the Y. Or maybe they'll put me in campus jail? What do they do to people who sneak into their old college gyms after graduating?

He wasn't arresting me, it turned out, just giving me some news. Because the pool was old and needed refurbishing, they were going to do some work on it since it got so little use during the summer. They were starting with the women's locker room.

Good, I thought, the old locker room smelled distinctly of mildew. It could use a complete overhaul.

So in the meantime, the guard told me, they'd put up curtains separating the men's locker room into two halves - one labeled men and the other women. The showers were still just one big room of showers, but everyone was expected to wear their suits in the shower.

"It that OK?" the guard asked, and I nodded, already thinking of the hijinks I could pull.

He told me a little more about the other renovations, gesturing to the building entrance, but I didn't hear a word he said as I thought about sharing a locker room with the men.

I stepped into the men's changing room and saw the curtains separating the halves. I pulled open the curtain to the women's side and decided immediately that this was perfect for showing off.

I left the curtain open, and chose a locker within easy view of the walkway between the sections. I was going to show someone some skin this afternoon, I decided.

So I stripped to my bra and panties and took a deep breath. This was it, I thought, and unfastened my bra, facing the men's section and willing a man to walk in.

Then I faced away from the men's section and pulled down my panties, slowly, bending from the waist. Surely a man would walk by and be treated to a sight of my ass and pussy through the "accidentally" open curtain.

My arousal was growing in anticipation of what would happen.

I dithered and delayed, but no man came.

So I put on my swimsuit and rushed to the pool. It was closing soon and I really wanted to get a good swim in.

I guess I got a little lost in my laps, because I was startled when the lifeguard met me at the edge of the pool and told me that it was past closing time and he needed to go home.

He explained that he figured I really needed that swim, but since he'd done all the closing-down duties in the pool area, he really did have to kick me out.

He watched me lift myself out of the pool, his eyes on my cleavage. This bikini really was a good idea, I thought, noticing the heat moving to my pussy. And maybe I would get to do a little showing off.

I followed the lifeguard to the men's locker room, glad again that the women's was closed and that I'd at least get to shower with him. As he walked in front of me, I took a moment to admire his cute ass. He must work out, I thought, noticing how firm it was. 

We entered the showers, which were the same as those on the women's side. The room was square with no dividers, the walls on either side of the entrance and the back wall each had three shower heads, and each shower head was accompanied by a dispenser of all-in-one shampoo and conditioner and a dispenser of body wash. The room wasn't very big and the shower heads were pretty tightly spaced.

"Sorry that we have to shower like this," the lifeguard said to me as he pulled one of the showers on an adjusted the temperature.

I chose a shower right next to him.

"But we're gonna have great new showers once the remodeling is done, right?" I answered.

"I don't know that they're going to actually change much other than the mold," the lifeguard replied, shampooing his hair, the suds flowing down his rather delectable chest.

I made sure to face him as I put shampoo in my hair and massaged it into my scalp vigorously enough to make my breasts wiggle for him.

"So no major upgrade, huh?" I asked. "I was hoping for the shower heads to be replaced with those massaging ones."

"No luck," he said, soaping his sexy chest.

I squeezed some body wash into my hands and started rubbing it onto my skin, paying close attention to my breasts, my belly, and my thighs. I was getting aroused, looking at his chest and feeling my hands on my sensitive nipples, which were getting hard. I was going to flirt with him, I decided.

"I never feel like I get entirely clean when I shower in a swimsuit," I declared.

"Well," he said, conspiratorially, "I'm just about finished, and you're the only one left. I won't tell if you won't tell."

"You're so sweet," I said as he rinsed the last suds off of himself and shut the shower off.

He grabbed his towel, threw it over his shoulder, and walked away towards the men's half of the changing room. As he reached the curtain to enter, he turned around to face me, maybe hoping for a glimpse.

But I'd been too distracted by his ass again! I'd forgotten to strip for him!

I quickly reached behind my neck and pulled the string, untying the bow. I winked at him as I lowered my top, but he turned back through the curtain into the locker room.

Such a gentleman! It was so frustrating! But I did see a definite bulge in his swim trunks when he faced me, so there was promise.

I left my bikini at my feet and returned to my shower, closing my eyes and imagining the lifeguard coming back out to sneak a peek at me. I imagined him coming into the showers in just a towel, and then making an excuse about inspecting plumbing, he'd drop the towel and join me under the shower. I felt his hand on my breast, pinching my nipple, and then the other one on my belly, creeping lower until he found my triangle of public hair and then lower still, running his finger along my clit and into my hot, wet, slit.

I moaned at his touch and then, suddenly, realized it was my hands bringing me pleasure. The lifeguard was nowhere to be seen, so I turned the shower off, grabbed my bikini and towel, and returned to the ladies' side of the locker room.

As I toweled off and then got dressed (still, with the lifeguard nowhere in sight), I started to form a plan. Thus far, my attempts to show off my nakedness at the pool felt like a porno movie where the pizza guy delivers the sausage pizza with extra sausage and then drives back to the pizza parlor without stopping to take the sausage out of his pants. I needed to change that.

The next evening, I went to the pool at the same time to make sure I'd be there for the lifeguard to close the pool and maybe shower with me again.

I rushed through the construction in the building's entrance, flashing the security guard a smile, and made it to the locker room.

In a hurry, I stripped, tied my bikini on, and entered the pool to find the lifeguard, as usual, alone.

He smiled at me and watched me do my laps, so I figured I had him interested. At closing time, I got out of the pool and went to his lifeguard stand, where he'd been sitting the whole time.

As I approached, I glanced at his crotch. Something in those trunks was definitely awake.

"Is it ok if I shower naked again?" I asked, gently touching his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he stumbled over his words. "I've got to clean up some out here."

"Thanks!" I called, skipping away.

"Hey," he called back, "could you, uh, stick your head out when you're done? Wouldn't want to surprise you."

He was such a gentleman. Too much of a gentleman. But I'd do like he asked.

So I stripped out of my suit just outside the shower room and left it on the tile floor before taking a quick shower, enjoying the water washing the chlorine off my skin and out of my hair.

I grabbed my towel when I was done and quickly dried myself off a little, but I was too excited about what I was going to do next to get all the way dry.

Holding the towel to my chest, it draped down my body, covering all the important bits, but showing glimpses of my hips as I walked back toward the pool.

"You ready for a shower?" I called.

The lifeguard was finishing up doing something with all the pool equipment, but when he looked up I had his full attention.

"Great timing," he said, his eyes looking me up and down, "because I just finished."

I stood still while he walked toward me and the showers. I wanted him to come close before I turned around and showed him my bare back and ass as I walked back to the ladies' side of the locker room.

As he approached, I noticed how tented his trunks were. He was putting such a good face on, being the gentleman, but it was obvious he wanted me and liked my teasing.

So I turned around and slowly swung my naked hips back into the locker room. Knowing that he was following me like a puppy dog, I didn't even turn to look back.

As I passed the entrance to the showers, I had a wild idea. I kept walking slowly, but I moved the towel from my front to start drying my hair as I sashayed to the lockers. I imagined the lifeguard's face as he realized I was naked in front of him, with only a towel on my head.

As I got to the curtain separating the women's half of the locker room, I had to look back and see what the lifeguard looked like. I turned from my waist, facing him and showing probably a lot of sideboob.

The lifeguard had frozen at the entrance to the shower room, a hand on his bulging swim trunks.

I winked and went through the curtain.

I finished toweling off before putting the rest of my plan into action. Satisfied that I was dry and getting curious about what the lifeguard was doing in the shower, I wrapped my towel around me and went to retrieve my forgotten bikini.

I didn't know what I'd see, and wasn't quite sure what I wanted to see. Maybe the lifeguard would have stripped off his trunks and be jerking off? I got excited imagining him thinking about me and pumping his cum into the shower. Maybe he'd have picked up my bikini and would be using it to masturbate. I imagined putting the bikini on again for him after he finished with it. His sticky seed would be all over my breasts and I'd just rub it in for him until he got hard again and then...

I stepped through the curtain wearing just my towel. The bikini was still there, on the cold tile floor outside the shower room.

Maybe the lifeguard would lay me down onto the cold floor and fuck me right here. I felt a shiver, imagining the cold floor on my back and his hot cock in my pussy.

I stepped closer to the showers, getting tingly in anticipation.

The lifeguard's back was to me, and his shorts were around his ankles. It didn't take much to imagine what he was doing with his hands, and he was breathing heavy.

"Oh!" I exclaimed in false surprise.

He spun around and froze, his hand in mid stroke on his cock.

The lifeguard had a really lovely cock. Not huge, maybe seven inches long and with a nice girth. But something about it made me hungry.

"I, uh, didn't mean to interrupt," I said, bending to pick up my discarded suit. "I just forgot my bikini."

He stared at me like a deer caught in headlights.

"I mean," I kept babbling, "the view is pretty nice from here."

He still stared, silent.

Why didn't this handsome lifeguard pick up on my coy flirtations? I wondered. He was such an unfailing gentleman.

So I walked two paces closer to him. His lovely cock, twitching, was just out of reach of my arms.

"Now that I've seen your goods, do you think it would only be fair for your to see mine?" I asked, leading the horse to water.

He swallowed.

"It would only be fair," he croaked.

"Why don't you open my towel, then?"

He reached, slowly, for where I'd tucked my towel between my breasts. And with one swift tug, the towel was on the floor and I was totally naked, a foot away from the totally naked lifeguard I'd been fantasizing about.

"You can touch them," I said, inching closer and noticing how he looked at my tits. "As long as I can touch yours."

He nodded and swallowed again. His pawed at my tits as I reached for his hard cock.

I stroked it once, enjoying its heft and the velvety texture.

And then, suddenly, with a quiet yelp, he came. Stream after stream of his hot spunk landed on my belly, in my neatly trimmed pubes, then on my thighs.

He mumbled an apology and ran off to the men's side of the locker room, leaving me still horny and covered in cum.

I dragged a finger through the cum on my belly and slurped it into my mouth, savoring its salty sweetness.

It was too bad that he ran off, I thought, because maybe we could have kept playing. I'd have coaxed him into giving me another shot of cum.




The Pool



I washed myself off, again, and took both our suits with me to the ladies's side of the locker room. I quickly threw my street clothes on and decided to make sure the lifeguard knew we weren't done.

So I ducked my head into the men's section and tossed the lifeguard his shorts.

"See you tomorrow?" I asked.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, cheerfully.

I went home that night and decided not to masturbate. Instead, I planned what I'd do to the lifeguard the next evening and just let my arousal and horniness build and build. I'd make him fuck me in the pool, I decided, pressing me against the wall as he slid into my from behind.

I'd ride him while he sat in the lifeguard chair, I decided.

I'd not even pack my bikini, I decided as one hand found my clit and the other pulled on my nipple. I'd just waltz into the pool totally naked for whomever was there. And I'd make him watch me do my laps. And I'd race him, and if I won, I'd make him eat my pussy. And if he won, I'd let him decide what I did to him.

I called out in surprise and pleasure as my orgasm hit me.

So much for not masturbating, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, and I hope my roommate didn't hear.

I packed for the pool in the morning, since I'd go straight after work. This was the moment of truth, I thought, am I going to bring the bikini?

I decided that I'd bring the bikini bottoms but forget the top at home.

That way, I figured, I could walk into the pool with an arm covering my breasts and tell the lifeguard that I somehow lost my bikini top and ask him if it was OK if I did my laps topless. Maybe I would challenge him to that race after all, and if he won, I'd take the bottoms off.

It was hard to concentrate at work.

I made it to the pool at what was becoming my usual time: forty-five minutes before closing. Excited and nervous about what I was going to do, I breezed through the door and was stopped in my tracks.

The construction in the building's entrance wasn't just cosmetic. They'd installed new card readers that scanned your ID and then let you through a turnstile. 

Fuck, I thought, getting out my expired ID and trying it on the machine out of pointless optimism. It didn't let me through. That turnstile was all that stood between me and my fantasies of fucking the lifeguard and this was the day they had to catch me for using the pool after graduation.

This wasn't the end for my exhibitionist new life, though. I went home and started planning my next adventure.



The Pool



We're in our 20s and on campus. Late one evening, you can't sleep and so you decide to go to the aquatic center for a late swim. I had the same idea and you find me doing laps.

I'm doing laps and don't notice you slip into the pool. 

You're aching a bit after studying a while. I'm swimming and trying to clear my mind from the daily stress.

After a few laps, I notice you a couple lanes over. Under the guise of resting and catching my breath, I stop and rest my arm on the edge of the pool. In reality, I watch you for a few moments.

Your stroke is slow and steady. I'm envious as to how smooth and strong it is.

You come to the end of a lap and pull up to take a breath or two. You look over and notice me. I try to look away but you caught me staring and I blush a bit. 

You call me on it and, being the fumbling geek I have always been, I cannot think of a smooth way to deny it.

You think I'm cute.

I think you're sexy.

You are sexy.

You tell me you're trying to burn off some stress. I empathize.

I tell you, not so suavely, that I could offer a massage when you're finished in the pool. 

Happily, you seem interested and no ready just to turn away entirely.

Still, you want to swim.

You playfully challenge me to a race. I accept, knowing full well you're obviously more of an athlete.

We swim to the end of the lane. I look up to see you're still swimming when I reach the end. 

Hmmm... I wonder if you let me win.

"Oops, we forgot to bet."

"How about we swim for a kiss?" You ask, blushing. You're feeling forward. I'm getting hard, thinking this beautiful and wet woman just offered to kiss me.

We swim another lap. This time, you win hands down.

I come over to your lane. I lean in to kiss you in the lips and shift at the last second, planting a very slow and sensual kiss on the nap of your neck.

Your nipples betray you, hardening during my kiss.

I tell you I need a break. We historians aren't known for our athletic prowess.

You shift around and corner me into the wall. "Take your time," you say. You put your arms on the wall behind me, leaving me to stay right where I want to be.

"My turn," you say.

You lean in and run your tongue down my neck.

You're forward and it's an incredible turn-on.

You haven't been this forward much in the last. You don't even know this guy that you've just licked and yet you want more. Forget logic; there's some animalistic urge to attend to tonight.

You ask if I'm ready for another lap. "Maybe," I say. 

"One thing first, though" you note as you casually put your arms around my waste.

I assume a kiss is coming and, instead, you yank my swimsuit down. As I'm floating in surprise, you dart off down the lane. I swim after you and my suit.

You reach the end of the lane well before I do and you take the time to toss my swimsuit up on the deck, out of our reach.

I get to you and put my arms around you. I pull you closely to me and kiss you passionately. 

Our hands roam. I run your back. You squeeze my ass.

"Come with me," I say.

I get out of the pool. You follow.

We're dripping and leave a wet trail.

I take your hand and lead you into the showers. 

I turn on the shower. "Strip for me," I request.

You slowly pull down a shoulder strap, then another.

You look down and see me fully erect. I cannot keep my hands off of myself. You are eroticism embodied and every fiber of my being aches for you, aches to see you naked and embrace you.

The water rains from above me and cascades down my body.

You continue to pull down your suit. I'm getting harder, something I would not have thought possible.

You drop your suit entirely.

You approach me and I put my arms around you, kissing you deeply.

Our hands roam all over our bodies. I pull out the soap and lather you up. Oh, how I love a soapy and sexy woman.

Your pubic hair is an incredible turn on and I spend a couple minutes just running my hands through it.

In this scenario, it's just you and me.

I kiss your neck. I nibble on your shoulder and you moan.

I lean down and run my tongue all around your areole, slowly and seductively.

You must have your hands on my cock. As I continue to kiss your breast you reach out and grab me firmly.

There's a bench nearby.

I take you by the hand and lead you to the bench. You sit down and I kneel in front of you.

I kneel down before you and you lean down to kiss me.

So, you lean down to kiss me and I seductively run the tip of my tongue across the inside of your upper lip. You gasp. A low moan comes out.

"Sit back," I tell you.

You prop a leg up on the bench as you lay back. Your foot is up on the bench, leaving him with a bent knee and a rather exposed pussy.

I love it.

I love the smell of chlorine on naked flesh. Such a turn on.

I plant little kisses on your leg, starting with the knee and working my way upward.

I reach your pussy.

I run my tongue along your lips, slow and light.

You gasp and take a deep breath. Your hands reach up for your breasts. You rub them, knead them.

Mmm... I spend a few minutes lightly licking everything I can. I want you and want to taste you.

I shift and tongue fuck you.

The change in sensation is incredible for you.

You grab the back of my head and pull me closer.

After a few minutes, I stop.

I shift gears.

With the tip of my tongue, I run my tongue around your clit. You have no way of knowing because the sensation is too strong to focus, but I spell out "yummm" by licking, letter by letter.

You're moaning now, softly and unconsciously.

I insert a finger into your pussy as I continue to lick.

So much sensation for you. You force yourself to pay attention to every little thing because you want to remember every detail for masturbation later and also to tell your roommate. :-) My finger finds your g-spot.

I start with a flicking, rhythmic pattern and it sends electric jolts throughout your body. You don't know whether to grab my head and pull me closer or play with your nipples.

You don't want this to end.

You feel the full attention your pussy is receiving and you wonder how this can get any better.

I lean in a little and use my front teeth. I don't bite you but instead use my teeth to provide pressure against your clit while I flick at it with my tongue. Sure enough, the sensation got even better when I started this new move.

It's been a long and stressful week for you. You haven't masturbated in days and haven't been able to clear your mind in as long. Here you are, enjoying incredible oral sex.

My finger hasn't stopped inside you. I'm making love to your g-spot and having an effect.

It's grown over the last few minutes and is reaching out for attention.

To be continued...



The Pool



That summer, I had just turned twenty and I should have been having the time of my life.

But I wasn't. I was solitary, I was studying all the time and I was finding it impossible to connect with people. When I wasn't working I was walking the streets, watching couples canoodling with each other and feeling jealous and bitter.

I worked off my excess energy and frustration with exercise. At first I went to the gym, where I obsessively ran on the treadmill and lifted weights, but I'm not all that strong -- I'm on the slender side of average, so weightlifting seemed a bit of a waste of time.

Then I began to go to the pool.

The pool suited me much more than the gym did. The gym was sweaty, ultra-modern, with people doing synchronised exercising and instructors barking commands over loud techno.

The pool, especially in the evenings, was very different. It was old, and the tiled changing rooms had an antique, time-honoured quality that I liked.

Gradually, over a few weeks, my patterns of going to the pool changed. I started out going to the mixed sessions, but I found it too frustrating to be among all those wet girls in swimsuits, so I signed up for a late evening men's session.

When I got there, what I hadn't anticipated was that the fact that it was a men-only session meant that most of the men were swimming naked.

I was startled by this. They were mostly middle-aged and elderly men, often paunchy, balding, not exactly glamorous and buffed. The sight of all those naked men, with their sad bellies hanging over their genitals, was the opposite of arousing. But that suited me.

I didn't swim naked. It wasn't compulsory and anyway I was too inhibited about my own body. But what I found myself doing instead was spending as much time as possible naked in the changing room.

Although I didn't consider myself gay, and my few sexual experiences had all been with girls, I liked to imagine that I was open-minded, and if any of the men had suppressed homosexual urges and were checking me out, I liked the idea that they were eyeing my bottom. It was my most attractive feature, or so I'd always been told; it stuck out at the back and my buttocks were smooth, round and deep. I'd always been too inhibited to tell the girls I'd been to bed with -- all three of them! -- that I was secretly into ass play, so nothing had ever come of it. But in the changing rooms at the pool, I was a different character.

 It was all based on fantasy. I had a routine. I went to the pool late in the evening, after dinner, and I changed into my swim trunks. Often, I'd be the only guy there who was wearing any sort of swimming costume at all.

I swam a few dozen lengths. Then, I got out and went to my locker and got my towel and took off my trunks and went for a shower.

I had a long and blissful shower, washing myself all over and not being shy about washing my ass and cock. My cock would quite often be semi-erect, just from my knowing that I was the youngest guy in the room. The other men could hardly fail to notice me, even if they were too inhibited to do anything about it. If anyone's gaze did intersect mine I'd smile at them, enjoying the hint that I was potentially available, even though I didn't consider myself to be anything of the kind. I just enjoyed the feeling of being naked among these complete strangers. I liked the idea that at least one of them might go home and jerk off to the memory of the young guy who showered naked at the pool and who always smiled as though he were enjoying the attention.

I lathered myself all over, much more than I had to, letting the suds flow over my naked body, and I'd shampoo my cropped head lavishly and close my eyes and let the shampoo froth flow over my face. Sometimes I'd make little noises of private pleasure as it did so. I slowly massaged my nude body, rubbing the soap into every nook and cranny, letting my fingers touch me everywhere, ensuring that every last part of me was clean, from my head and ears and nose and armpits and torso and arms down to my groin and ass crack and my taint. I gave those older men a proper eyeful. I would quietly enjoy my own body, exposing myself utterly to them, giving each one of them my tacit permission to go home to his wife and fantasise about what it would be like to take a young man like me to bed and do whatever he wanted to me.

It was all fantasy, of course. I was attracted to the fantasy of being available, but none of the men turned me on. What turned me on more than anything else was the idea of me being naked among them and the idea of being looked at with desire. If women weren't going to look at me with desire, then I figured men might as well.

Then, after I'd finished showering, I'd go back to my locker and carry out personal grooming, still naked, checking myself out in the mirror inside my locker door.

Eventually, after a good twenty minutes of being naked, I would reluctantly dress and go home. At home, I would sit up late and have a couple of drinks and eventually go to bed. I'd strip off to go to bed and masturbate naked, sometimes thinking about girls, sometimes -- rather furtively -- imagining men. Afterwards I'd lie there naked and go to sleep, hoping that I'd have an erotic dream.

I never dreamed of the effect my behaviour had on the other men.

I certainly never dreamed that it was something which would soon rebound on me.

***

It started one Friday night. I went a little later than usual, eight p.m. instead of seven-thirty, and once I was in the changing rooms I stripped off, as usual, and unhurriedly got into my swimming trunks.

I walked to the pool and found that, as usual, there were plenty of older men and a couple of guys closer to my age, and they were all doggedly swimming up and down, naked. The atmosphere wasn't exactly a cauldron of homoerotic tension, but I got in and swam my sixty lengths. I then swam another twenty and, deliciously tired, climbed out and went back into the changing rooms.

The only other man in there was a middle-aged man in his fifties, I guessed; balding, with a pronounced belly. He was showering naked. I walked to my locker and took off my trunks and put them inside, then I took my shampoo and soap and returned to the shower area.

I took a shower stall two spaces down from the guy. That alone was a bit provocative. The natural male thing to do would have been to take the one furthest away from him. But I didn't. I turned the water on and got under it, and sighed happily as I felt its lukewarm cascade over my body. The shower water at the pool was never hotter than lukewarm. I liked that. The colder the water, the more arousing it was, even if water that was actually cold was a turn-off.

I had been washing myself for some minutes when, to my surprise, the guy spoke.

"Why do you wear your swim trunks in the pool?"

I glanced at him, startled.

"Sorry?" I said.

"Why do you wear your swim trunks in the pool?" he said. His expression was neither friendly nor unfriendly.

"Oh," I said. "Um. Shy, I guess."

"You don't wear them in here," he said.

"No," I admitted.

"So there's no reason to wear them out there," he said. "That's the point of men's nights. No need to feel shy."

"Well," I said, feeling that he was getting at me slightly, "is that a rule?"

"No, it's not a rule," he said. "It's about the way people do things. If you wear them out there, it can make people feel self-conscious."

"Oh," I said. "Well, I don't want to make anyone feel awkward."

"Don't you?" he said, looking directly at me.

For the first time since I'd been going to the pool, I felt shy.

"No," I said.

"Maybe you don't make people feel awkward," he said, "but you certainly make them feel something."

He pointedly looked me up and down. I felt myself blushing, and was perplexed and nervous, the more so because I didn't find him attractive at all.

"I just like to feel free in here," I said.

"Well," he said, "I always like it when you show up."

"Thank you," I said, more confused and more nervous than ever. He was of my dad's generation, powerfully masculine and paunchy. He was washing himself with a tiny sliver of soap.

"What," he said, with an edge of lazy, sardonic amusement. "You seem a bit confused."

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to come down here and lead anyone on."

 "Oh, come on now," he said, unsmiling. "I think you know you've been leading people on."

He stopped washing himself and turned to face me, his cock hanging down from under his belly.

"I really haven't been," I said, feeling genuinely scared, now.

"I think you have been, boy," he said. "You come in here, you parade around in your skin, you wear trunks to swim when nobody else does. We've all seen you taking your sweet time to wash yourself. Don't pretend you didn't know people were watching."

I was silent. I was blushing. It was true and he knew that I knew it. I avoided his gaze.

"I'm sorry if I've offended anyone," I mumbled eventually.

"You haven't offended anyone," he said reasonably. "Far from it. We like having you here."

"Who's 'we'?" I said. I was disturbed by the way he talked about them as if he spoke for all of them, whereas for all I knew he was a lone perv.

"All of us," he said, and as if on cue, another man entered the shower area. He was taller, grey-haired and well-built as if he'd played rugby in his youth but had gone to seed. I was glad of him entering the room because it meant that the fat man would stop talking to me.

My gladness lasted only a moment, for the grey-haired man, who was as naked as the rest of us, took his place under the shower, let himself get wet for a moment, then turned to the bald man and said "Having the talk, are you?"

"I am," said the bald man.

"Good, good," said the grey-haired man, and he turned to me.

I stared at them both, with horror.

"What's your name, son?" he said.

"Ali," I replied instinctively, and then cursed myself silently for telling the truth.

"Ali," he said, "do you see what we're talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" I said. I noticed that I was instinctively holding my arms to my chest, which hardly protected myself, but my naked, wet body seemed so vulnerable in this tiled, echoing room.

"You've come in here," he said, "and you've been oh so provocative. And you know you have been. You're a good-looking boy. And it hasn't escaped our notice that if you had anywhere else to be, you'd be there instead. So it's time to put your money where your mouth is."

"Y-you mean . . ." I looked from one to the other, horrified at what I thought they were saying.

"We do mean that," said the grey-haired man. He was immensely confident and assured, clearly someone of power, someone used to being obeyed.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, staring at him, hypnotised.

"Don't pretend you don't know," he said, walking towards me, smiling. Another man entered the room, saw what was going on, and sauntered over unhurriedly, clearly part of their group. I backed away from the grey-haired man but I soon came up against the tiled wall, far from the exit.

"You can't mean . . ." I stammered.

"Yes, Ali," said the grey-haired man. "There's two ways we can do this. Either you can put up a struggle, in which case I can assure you it's gonna be very uncomfortable for you, or else you can give us what we want. If it's the latter, if you're a good boy about it, who knows? You might even enjoy it."

"But," I gasped, "y-you . . . you want to . . ."

"Yes, Ali," he said patiently. "We're going to rape you. Assuming of course that you don't give us your consent. If you do give us your consent, we're just going to fuck you."

"I . . . no," I gasped, shaking my head, terrified. "I can't say yes to that. I'm not gay. Please."

"Who said anything about being gay?" he said. "I'm a happily married man. I have a wife and two beautiful daughters. They're old enough for you to date them. If you're nice enough to me, I might even let you."

"You're going to rape me?" I whimpered.

"It does look like it, doesn't it," he said.

I covered my groin and ass with my hands and cowered in the corner, looking around desperately, wanting to weep, terrified, but my heart was pounding.

"I told you," he said in a kindly tone. "If you resist it's going to be an awful lot harder for you."

"Just like that?" I moaned. "You're just going to . . ."

"Oh well, of course we're going to use lube," he said. "We're not savages. Here."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the wall. I stumbled after him, unable to conceal my nudity.

"Ah, the poor wee lamb," he laughed. "Look at him. Not so brazen now, are you?"

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, staring at him, staring at the other two, wide-eyed, dry-mouthed. I was on the verge of tears.

"Well," he said, "perhaps normally, we might have thought about just getting you to suck us off, or give us a handjob. But I'm afraid, Ali, with that tight round arse of yours, what can I say?"

The other two chuckled.

"You're the Kim Kardashian of this changing room, no doubt about it," he said. "That sexy arse is crying out for someone to fuck it."

"Oh god," I whimpered, cringing from him, trying to shield my slender naked body. I felt ashamed, not just of what they wanted to do to me but how much I'd behaved as though I wanted it. But now the prospect of having that done to me was staring me in the face, and I was terrified and wanted to run and wanted to scream for mercy and . . .

"So that's what I'm going to do," he said, looking down at me seriously, not without a kind of friendliness.

"I've never done that," I said. "Please. Please don't. Don't do that."

"Oh no," he said. "It's too late for that now. Barry, if you could oblige me."

The third man who entered walked over. He had something in his hand and as he got closer I recognised it as a tub of Vaseline.

"Normally," said the grey-haired man, "we'd use KY, but in a wet environment like this, it'll just wash off and you wouldn't thank us for not greasing you up. So it'll have to be Vaseline."

"Please," I gasped.

He turned me to face the wall. He lifted my wrists so that I was leaning against it, my palms against the wall, my arse stuck out behind me. I felt supremely vulnerable, a naked young man in a changing room late at night with three older, bigger, naked men, all of whom were proposing to rape me, and I was too scared to fight or defend myself.

"Relax," said the grey-haired man, as he positioned himself behind me. "Look at you. You're gorgeous. You're here. You're available. You want to get laid. Fine, so we're not three young girls. But you're going to get fucked tonight, Ali, so I advise you to relax and let it happen."

I felt his fingers smearing the thick, greasy Vaseline between my naked bum cheeks and I gasped and trembled.

"Please," I moaned, my voice cracking as I looked at them over my shoulder. "Please don't do this."

"I don't see you running off," he said calmly.

Oh, God. Why did I not run? Why did I stand there, and let them do that to me, and not even fight back? There were more of them, but why did I not lift so much as a finger to defend myself?

I felt his finger rooting around, feeling for my anus. Oh god, to my shame, the pressure of someone being so unfamiliarly intimate with me was making my cock stiffen. I shut my eyes and moaned again, in horror and self-disgust.

"Looks like he's enjoying it," said the bald man.

"Good," said the grey-haired man. His finger found my anus and he pressed at it a couple of times, and I shuddered and whimpered at how passively I accepted it, how little I even pretended to defend myself.

"There you are," he said. "There's your boy-cunt. That's where I'm going to go in, Ali. Loosen up there for me, there's a good lad."

"Uuuunnnhhhh!" I whimpered as I felt his finger slide inside my anus. I reflexively pushed my hips backwards, impaling myself on his finger. He stroked my arse and patted it.

"Good boy," he muttered. "That's it."

"Please," I begged. "Please don't."

"Please don't what?" he said.

"Please don't do it."

"Please don't do what?" he snapped, and slapped my bare buttock sharply. I yelped.

"Please don't fuck me there," I gasped.

"Please don't fuck you where?" he said, sadistically, and I understood what he wanted me to say.

"I know what you want to do," I whimpered as I felt his finger loosening the tight ring of my asshole.

"What do I want to do?" he said thickly. I kept my eyes shut, knowing I was standing there naked and passive while he loosened me up, and knowing that the other two men were still watching us.

"Oh god," I moaned. "You want to . . . you want to sodomise me."

"Yes," he said. "And I'm going to."

I couldn't help it any longer and my eyes brimmed over.

"Please," I sobbed, "please don't. Please don't bugger me."

"Too late, boy," he growled, and he pulled his finger out of me and I felt him grasp me round the hips and I moaned loudly as he directed his stiff, long cock between my buttocks and it pressed at my anus. I opened my mouth wide as I felt him part me, and then as the head of his cock split me and slid into my anus, I squealed: "OoooaaAAAUUUHHHHH!"

Then he was in me, and I was lost.

I stood there, my eyes tight shut, moaning as I felt him piercing my ass with his cock as I stood naked in the changing room of the pool, with two strangers watching him rape me. I had done nothing, absolutely nothing to stop it from happening, except beg him not to do it. And now he was in me, and I had lost my anal virginity to an older man whose name I didn't even know, and he was vigorously pumping his cock into my naked 20-year-old arse. And the pressure of his cock up my arse was filling my groin and lower body with a hot thrill, something so dirty and forbidden that I was bitterly ashamed to admit it.

"Ohhh, god . . ." I moaned.

"Take me," he muttered. "Take me, you fucking bitch. Take me."

"Yes," I heard myself gasp, and I was so horrified at my own reaction that I immediately whimpered "Oh nooo . . ."

I knew that they were watching me, watching my slender body shaking as he fucked me, my taut round buttocks quivering as he pumped into me, knowing how humiliated and violated I was feeling. Enjoying how humiliated and violated I was feeling. He reached around me and grabbed my prick and I stiffened in his hand, and he laughed quietly at my shame and arousal.

Because it was the most sexually intimate I had been with anyone. I had slept with girls, but the rather rushed and often drunken couplings I'd had were nothing compared to standing in a shower room, stone cold sober, and letting an older man fuck me up my arse, while his friends stood by and waited their turn. Him fucking me was far more visceral and powerful and troubling than fumbling my way to an orgasm with a girl. Even though I would have preferred to be in bed with a girl, fucking her up her arse.

In the meantime, there was nothing I could to do save my dignity, or hide my arousal. I stood there and whimpered as he buggered me, keeping my eyes shut, and when he began to show signs of being about to come I obligingly stuck out my ass and milked his cock.

He came in me, gasping, and I made a low moan of abject submission, and as he pulled out of me I opened my eyes.

The room was full of men. I immediately whimpered, "Oh, god, nooo . . ." and shuddered, knowing that they'd most probably all witnessed what he had just done to me.

The bald, fat man walked up to me. I looked at him, and some demon of defiance possessed me.

"What are you gonna do to me?" I said breathlessly. "You gonna fuck me as well?"

Without a word he grabbed me and pressed me against the cold, tiled wet wall, and he pushed his cock between my buttocks.




The Pool



"Oh god," I gasped, "you are."

"Tell me what you feel," he said, as he pushed his fat stomach against me, jerking his hips into my backside.

"I feel your cock," I gasped. "You're at my asshole . . . oh god, you're . . . you're pushing into me, I . . ."

It was somehow more humiliating when it was a man who wasn't remotely attractive. To be ass-fucked by a handsome older man was one thing. To be ass-fucked by a balding fat man made me lower than a cheap whore.

"Please," I begged, "please, not again . . ."

"Tell me how it feels," he grated, and pushed, and I split open and his fat cock was bulging into my arse.

"GOD!" I squealed. "You're in me, you're in me, oh god, I can feel you, you're in my arse . . . oh please . . ."

He pushed my body up against the wall, so that I was squeezed between its cold, hard unyieldingness, and his fleshy mass behind me. Then he began to pump me.

The friction of his cock in my arse kept me hard, but it was mostly just supremely humiliating and degrading. It was him making me submit, and I was ashamed to find that I was aroused by being made to submit, but it didn't push me any further. It didn't stimulate me physically any more than that. I stood against the wall, panting, as he pumped into my arse, and from time to time I looked over my shoulder at the men standing, watching us, in silence, and I tried to beg them with my eyes to ask him to stop, but they weren't looking at my face. They were looking at my body, and at him taking me.

For all that he was a fat guy, he had enormous vigour and he seemed to be pumping my asshole for hours. After a while I felt my resistance going and I got weepy and semi-coherent. "Please," I heard myself sobbing at one point, "please, please cum in me, please, I can't take anymore, oh please cum in my ass, oh god . . ."

That seemed to do it for him, because I felt his warm liquid spurting inside me and I moaned. He panted for a few moments, and then pulled his cock out of me and my knees buckled. I sank to the tiled floor of the pool and buried my face in my hands.

"Oh god," I sobbed.

"All right," said the voice of the grey-haired man. "That's enough of that."

"Please," I panted.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Obediently, I took my hands from my face and looked at him, feeling their gaze on me, on my naked body.

"We're not going to kill you," he said. "We don't even want to hurt you, Ali. We just want to use you."

"You have used me," I sobbed.

"We have," he said, "and that's about enough for tonight, I think."

There were grumbles of complaint from the other men. He turned and addressed them.

"Now, come on," he said. "Be reasonable. The boy's only starting out. We don't want to tear him a new arsehole, do we? It'll be a while before he can take more than two or three of an evening, but we'll get there, don't worry."

"What?" I gasped, unbelieving. He turned around.

"Oh, in case you thought this was a one-off," he said, "sorry to disappoint you. We'll be having you back here."

"Why would I do that?" I gaped at them, but inside ... deep down, I was beginning to see what he was talking about.

"Because you brought this on yourself, Ali," he said, quietly and reasonably. "You showed yourself off to us, but you didn't want to pay for it. But you know, now, that it's better to pay with your body, isn't it?"

"What?" I asked, feeling their eyes on me, never having felt so vulnerable, so naked. I was the sacrificial virgin in their weird rite.

"You'll be coming back, of course," he said.

"You have got to be kidding," I breathed.

"You wanted this," he said, advancing on me.

"I did not," I whispered.

"Yes you did, you little slut," he said casually, smiling. "When you flashed your arse at us. When you spent ages showering naked, letting us all have a good look at you. You knew what you were doing and still you did it. You can't complain now."

"You didn't ask if I wanted it," I said shakily, staring up at him as he towered over me. "You just took me."

"I know," he said. "Because that's how you wanted to be taken. You'd never have said yes to us asking nicely. You want someone to make you feel like you haven't got a choice, am I right?"

I felt myself blushing, and I averted my eyes. I was kneeling like a penitent, my hands on my bare thighs, not bothering to cover myself. There seemed little point. I had stripped naked physically, but now they had stripped me naked emotionally as well. It was obvious what I really wanted. They knew me, better than I knew myself.

"You'll come back," he said softly. "And we'll all have you in the end. Every one of us. And you won't go to the hospital, because we'll make sure nothing's wrong with your body. And you won't go to the police, because you don't think this is a crime. You want it too much."

I nodded, my face and body crimson with shame. I covered my face with my hands again, sitting back on my heels.

"And even if you did," he went on, "you see that fellow there?"

I lowered my hands and followed his gesture. A youngish handsome guy in his thirties smirked at me.

"That guy works in the local A&E," he said. "If you come in saying you've been raped, you'll be dealing with him. You're not going to get very far. If you go to the cops?"

He pointed to a tall, dark-haired, saturnine but rather paunchy man who was watching me through hooded eyes.

"That's the district superintendent for the area," the grey-haired man said. "He'll be looking out for anything with your name on it, and he'll know where to file it."

The man smiled and nodded, looking at me hungrily. I shivered.

"We have you covered, boy," the grey-haired man said with satisfaction. "Now you know how it works, you know what you have to do. If you put in the hours, then one day, you've a chance of standing where we are, giving this speech to some unfortunate young fella like yourself."

"Maybe," added the fat man, grinning.

"Well, yes," said the grey-haired man. "Assuming, of course, that you last the distance. Many don't."

"Are you saying," I said haltingly, "that you've all been where I am?"

There was much laughter at this.

"Of course not," said the grey-haired man, looking at me with contempt. "You think I'd let anyone do that to me? Most of us are just smart enough to take boys like you. One or two of us have ... risen from the ranks, as it were."

"It's been a while, though," said the fat man. The grey-haired man scanned the group of other men.

"Yes," he said. "I don't see any now, to be fair. Most of your kind don't last very long. But don't worry. We'll see you right, however you end up."

I knelt, naked and wet and shivering, and stared up at him as he walked up to me again.

"You want us taking you and fucking you up your arse," he said. "It gets you off -- maybe not in your loins, but it gets you off where it matters. I know that. I know you, Ali."

"Yes," I whispered.

"However," he said, "there's something else we need to show you about yourself. Get him up."

Unbelieving, I felt myself being grabbed under my armpits and hauled to my knees.

"Yes," said the grey-haired man, "we've had our fun. But there's been one thing missing from all this."

"Please," I gasped, "just . . . let me go . . . please . . ."

"Oh no," he said. "What kind of hosts would we be if we did that. No, there's definitely someone round here who hasn't had such a nice time as everyone else."

"You can't," I panted. "I . . . please, I can't do any more . . ."

"I wasn't only talking about you," he said, looking my naked body up and down. "I meant a certain friend of ours."

The group parted, and two young men came forward, leading a tall, frail-looking elderly man by the elbows. He had short white hair and trembled and was wearing a towel around his waist.

"Our friend here has had a lot of young men," said the grey-haired man, "in the course of his, shall we say, professional duties. We always like to keep him until last, on account of a special way he has about him of keeping young chaps happy. Isn't that so, brother?" he said to the elderly man, who nodded at him.

 I stared up them in disbelief. The old man looked like he could barely stand. What where they going to do?

"He hasn't had his pleasure with you," said the leader, "and likewise, you haven't had what I've been told is one of the supreme pleasures to be had -- the pleasure of being taken by him."

One of the young men took the towel from around the old man's waist, and my eyes widened in shock as I saw what was beneath it.

He had the longest cock I had ever seen. Even not erect, it must have been seven inches. It dangled from his grey bush of pubic hair, evidently the most lively thing about him, as if it had sucked away all the rest of his youth and vigour.

But I didn't get too long to look at it, because they turned me to face away from him and put me on my hands and knees.

I looked up fearfully and almost immediately got a faceful of cum. I gasped and spluttered and blinked, and another load of hot semen splashed over my eyes and nose. I coughed and protested, but this was something they had rehearsed; I was held in place and made to take faceful after faceful of cum, until my entire face was plastered with a sticky mask of it.

After what had gone before, this was simply shattering; I had never felt so defiled in my life. I barely even had time to whimper in protest "No ... oh God ... oh please ... mmmbll ... oooh ... please ... please," before more cum splashed in my face and I spent more time spitting it out than in begging them to stop.

But then, I was hauled to my feet and bent forward at the waist, and I felt him going in.

The old man was being held up and they were lubing me up again, pushing great gobs of cool gel into my anus. I gasped and cried "No!" but then they were guiding his cock into my ass, and in mounting disbelief and panic I felt his stiff muscle sliding and sliding into me until my eyes were tight shut and I was grimacing.

"Oh God," I moaned.

"Ohhh," he rasped behind me, elderly and frail but all too vital when it came to fucking me.

"Oh please," I whimpered as I felt his length slide deep inside me, violating me completely, as he must have taken so many youths before me.

He pushed deep into me, making me moan from the gut, naked and blind from the cum that covered my face; then, with only a few slow but steady strokes, he came, and his cum shot out and landed directly on my prostate.

The unbelievable flood of his sensation that this caused in my body made me scream with arousal and shame, and even as I felt my own cock stiffening and twitching, someone grabbed it and rapidly jerked it, and I could not help myself from cumming explosively over the tiled floor and moaning aloud from the biggest orgasm of my life. It was like a sun being born in my ass, flooding through into my cock and my entire body so that I blazed with warmth. My eyes rolled back in my head and I fainted for a moment, because when I woke up they had lowered me so that I lay face down on the tiles.

"There you are," said the grey-haired man. He rolled me onto my back with his bare foot. I sprawled, no longer able or willing to conceal my nakedness.

"Well done, son," he said with apparent sincerity. "You did good. We'll be seeing you again, I think."

He was half-dressed, now, wearing shorts and an undershirt and plastic disposable gloves, and was holding my mobile.

I watched, my will breaking within me, as he tapped out the text.

"Had a great time tonight," he said. "You can fuck my brains out any time. You can do what you like with the pictures. Love and kisses Ali. There. That's gone to all our phones, now. So you'll be keeping quiet about this. Cheerio, Ali."

He tossed the phone at me and I caught it. I lay on my back and watched them leave. Then I lay there, huddling my nakedness to myself, for some time.

Finally I got up, aching, dripping and besmeared with bodily fluids, and whimpering quietly I got under the nearest shower and gently washed myself off. When I was at least physically clean, I limped to the deserted locker room. I pulled my clothes on and walked like a zombie out into the night.

As I walked home through the midnight city I found myself avoiding the main streets and sticking to the backstreets. I examined my own sensations.

The most immediate ones were the sense of humiliation and degradation. I had been gang-fucked -- only three of them had actually raped me, but the rest had stood and watched. I hadn't put up a fight and they had taken pains to make sure so I hadn't been physically hurt. Beyond that, I'd felt compelled to give them complete access to my body and I had been anally raped three times. I was now all too familiar with the sensation of a cock being pushed into my arsehole. I had openly been aroused by at least some of what was happening to me, and when they'd promised me that they'd make me cum, they had fulfilled the promise. I had had the fucking of my life.

I felt dirty and sleazy and beneath contempt. I also no longer felt the aching emptiness of no-sex. I had had more sex than I could handle and I would not be interested in it again for a long time. It was a kind of oddly serene emptiness, like being a soap bubble. I knew it wouldn't last. But on some level . . .

God, don't tell me you're so far gone that you're grateful to those fuckers? You could have been out getting together with a girl, somebody sexy and funny and smart and playful. Instead of lying in a shower room letting a bunch of guys fuck you up your arse.

As I walked back to my flat, I admitted to myself that I would do nothing. They had had me, and if I went back there, they would surely have me again. They had taken me, naked and vulnerable, and they'd raped me, and they'd made me enjoy my degradation. My face blazed with shame in the darkness as I walked. I wanted someone, or something, to wipe it all away.

When I got home I went to my bedroom, stripped off, got in the bed, curled up and whimpered, my asshole still pulsing with the fucking it had been given, my pride and dignity bruised even more badly.

I slept for a long time. I woke to find a message on my phone.

Good morning Ali. You're expected at the pool at eleven am. You know what will happen if you don't show up. Be a good boy.

I sat up in bed, naked, and stared at my phone, feeling my destiny embrace me.



The Pool



This is just my third attempt at writing an erotic story and I would greatly appreciate comments or suggestions to improve. 

*****

It was a hot balmy August day and I was home alone, which was not very usual in our busy household.

Let me explain I lived in this beautiful house with my mom and dad who were out visiting relatives and 3 brothers, Martin 18 years, Adam 20 years and the eldest Bobby 24years, a year older than me, who were all out doing their own thing leaving me at home to enjoy the peace and quiet. I had at least all afternoon to enjoy the solitude and relax after finishing my university degree. 

Because it was such a beautiful day I decided to take advantage of our pool and private back garden so I changed out my skirt and blouse and put on my bikini so I could top up my suntan. I consider my self reasonably attractive I have long dark hair which today is up in a pony tail, with 34D tits a slim waist and long shapely legs. I keep myself fit swimming and playing in the university athletics team.

I settled myself down on the lounger with a cold glass of wine and a good book to spend a couple of hours relaxing and winding down after the last few months of hectic chaos of studying and exams and competing in the university athletic trials. 

I poured some sun lotion into my hand and began to rub into all the exposed places on my body so I didn't get burnt by the hot sun. The lotion was cool to the touch and as I rubbed it across my flat belly and into my cleavage and around my firm breasts, my nipples reacted to my own touch and had hardened, (I wish someone was here to do it for me. I thought.) and then continued along my legs.

After being in the sun for a while reading and dozing I was aware of little rivulets of sweat trickling between my breasts and on my belly so decided to pop into the pool to cool off. 

Ah the water was divine, so cooling and fresh. I swam and floated on my back for a while before I heard a noise at the side gate as if someone was trying to enter the back garden. Thinking it was just one of my brothers home earlier than expected I didn't take much notice and continued to float on my back with my eyes closed, enjoying the cool water and warm sun rays. 

When I did open my eyes, standing there at the far edge near my lounger was Bobby, just looking at me, standing so still, at first I didn't register him being there at all because of the sun in my eyes. I waved and called out hello and swam towards him. 

I reached the end of the pool and Bobby bent down to help pull me out but slipped on some of my sun tan lotion I had spilt and landed head first into the water. He came up spluttering at the unexpected ducking and grabbed my arm to try and duck me under to stop my laughter. Instead as we faced each other, just for a split second our eyes locked and bodies reacted unconsciously to the closeness and the fact I was only wearing a brief bikini while Bobby's thin T shirt and shorts had become almost see through in the water. I could see I had had an effect on him.

I had never really looked at my brother in any way except as an older brother and was quite shocked at my thoughts as I saw him with the definite hard on beneath his thin shorts. His muscles rippled as he moved and I was thankful we were in the water so he wouldn't see my juices had started to flow. 

"This is crazy. This is so wrong. He's my brother!!" I said to myself.

Bobby must have felt the electricity between us as his hand moved from my arm to my breast, 

"OMG Carrie, what are you doing to me? This is sooo not how we should be acting."

"I know," I replied breathlessly, "but it does feel nice. Come on, out of the pool and go get some dry clothes put on while I clean up the spilt lotion."

Reluctantly, it seemed to me at least, we climbed out of the pool deliberately not looking at each other, we both seemed nervous and embarrassed by our reactions. However I did notice that as Bobby entered the house he looked over his shoulder at me and appeared to smile to himself as he involuntarily tried to smooth down his shorts. 

A few minutes later Bobby reappeared not fully clothed as I expected but with his swimming shorts on. 

"Come on sis, let's have a race in the pool. Two lengths the winner to decide on a forfeit."

Well, I am very competitive, always have been, hated for my brothers to beat me at any of the games we played as children, so I replied,

"OK then, be prepared to lose big bro" and with that I dove into the pool and swam as fast as I could to the other end. Bobby wasn't far behind and soon caught up with me and managed to reach the edge and turn seconds before I did. 

"Ahhh, Ouch!!" I yelped as my leg cramped up and I swallowed water and began to choke on it. Bobby stopped swimming and came straight back to make sure I was OK 

"Cramp in my thigh OUCH it hurts!" I moaned.

Bobby helped get me to the nearest edge of the pool which was at the opposite end to where the lounger was, then helped me out. I was struggling to stand properly so he lifted me into his strong arms to carry me to the lounger. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his firm muscles holding me tightly. As I looked up at Bobby our eyes met again and locked and we both knew instinctively what the other was thinking. 

Instead of lowering me onto the sun lounger Bobby carried me into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. Nothing was said between us as we entered the door and he laid me on my queen sized bed. 

"Carrie, you know what I want, you look absolutely the sexiest thing I have ever seen and I can't help myself!" he whispered in my ear.

"Yeh I know Bobby and I feel it too. I know we shouldn't but..."

I couldn't continue as Bobby covered my lips with his and kissed me so deeply and hungrily I thought I would suffocate. I returned his kisses wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tightly all the time our bodies were touching and I could feel his bulge against my leg and my breasts were squashed into his muscular chest which had a fair smattering of manly hair.

My arms unwrapped from his neck and one hand began to stroke his chest and play with his nipple and chest hair while the other found the waistband of his shorts and slipped down to really feel his hard dick and the wetness coming from the tip.

" Oh fuck you feel so good," I breathed as my hand wrapped around his large shaft.

Gently but firmly Bobby caressed my heaving breasts and began to lick and suck on my hard nipples whilst his fingers touched me and played on the outside of my brief bikini bottoms.

"Gosh sis you are so wet... You want this do you?... " he said teasingly as he pressed his fully erect and throbbing cock against my sex tunnel.

"Oh yeh, yeh give it to me now," I panted.

With that Bobby slipped off my bikini panties and one handed undid the lacing of my bikini bra and let them fall to the floor and stepped out his shorts. 

He cupped my breasts and started to nibble on my hardened nipple all the time playing with the other one between his finger and thumb rolling and squeezing and pulling, before swapping and going to the other. I moaned at the touch and sensation that roiled through my body longing for it to continue yet knowing we shouldn't. 

Bobby very slowly and seductively began butterfly kisses along my body and over my belly stopping on the way to circle my belly button with his tongue a few times tantalisingly erotic and heavenly. His fingers had found their way to my mound and were making gentle but firm circular motions seeking my clitoris and stroking my slit, not entering me but keeping just on the outside of my outer lips. 

His kisses continued to where his fingers were and his tongue took over in the search for my love button. His lips delicately brushed my outer lips and travelled a small way down my inner thighs and back up again as he passed my opening his tongue flicked out and tickled my clit before going down my other thigh to soon return and repeat the actions. 

I was so worked up I could feel my juices flowing and thrust my hips up when his tantalising tongue came near my greedy sex tunnel. Bobby rubbed his face gently in my bush nibbling on my love button again sucking it and licking it .

Gosh it was such a massive turn on knowing what we were doing was forbidden yet so deliciously beautiful.

As Bobby turned to get more comfortable I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him towards me so we were in the 69 position. I looked at his manhood and thought WOW. 

I wasn't a virgin by any means having had my share of boyfriends going through college and university but I don't think any of them measured up like Bobby . They certainly didn't pleasure me as good that's for sure. 

Bobby was licking and sucking my clit and running his tongue into my pussy and drinking my juices as I took his cock in to my mouth. I ran my tongue over the swollen purple head and around the loose skin sucking in as I licked his pre cum juice from the end. Licking and sucking until I had my lips wrapped around the base and my own nose was buried in his pubes which tickled my nose. I squeezed my lips and loosened them as I took his length into my throat. I retreated and brought his loose skin held in my lips to the tip of his penis and sucked and again I pulled the skin back as I licked and sucked to his base again building up the rhythm, my tongue playing along his shaft. I could feel his balls flapping against my face the further I went down, I felt them tighten and could sense he was ready very soon to spend his load.

"Oh Jeez Carrie I'm gonna shoot my load all over you"

Instead of coming away and taking his cock out of my mouth I held it between my lips and squeezed as hard as I could as Bobby filled my mouth with his delicious slightly salty spunk. I caught as much as I could but felt some leak out from the side of my lips onto my chin. When he had done I pulled myself up to him and shared his cum, with my own on his lips. I kissed him deeply, our tongues interlocking and our juices mingling before we had to swallow and come up for air.

We lay exhausted and spent after the exertions and lay there up on my bed wrapped in each others arms our eyes locked onto each other and smiled knowing this was not to be the first and last time we would experience such closeness.



The Pool



I'm on my way home, it's Friday and my week has been horrible. Thank god it's weekend! Though this weekend will be full of housework. I need to rest. With you! But you are far away. I guess tonight the consumption of ice cream will increase in my town. Sank in daydreams I arrive at my door. The letterbox is overcrowded. I empty it and hold a very pretty decorated letter in my hand. I walk inside and open it up. It's your handwriting. 

An address and a time and the words 'You better are punctual angel!' I have some minutes left so I take a shower. Then I'm standing in front of the wardrobe. I don't have any idea what to put on. I chose a dress and some heels and after thinking about it a while I decide to not put on underwear. Then I leave to catch the train. Half an hour later I'm standing in front of a hotel, one of the best in town. I go inside and ask for you at the reception desk. The woman smiles and hands a key to me. She tells me to take the lift and put the key into the keyhole for the penthouse suite.

I do as she told me. When I step out of the lift I'm having a great view on town conditioned by the huge glass front in front of me. I can't help myself. I walk towards it spellbound. From the corner of my eye I see somebody standing in the room. You scared me to death! The grin one your face tells me that you know. You lean against a sofa having a look at your watch. 'In time angel, one minute later and I would have greeted you different!' 

I run towards you with tears in my eyes and hold you as tight as I can. 'I missed you so, so much!' You stroke my back as you whisper in my ear. 

'I know. It's ok! You had a hard week and I thought I surprise you.' I could stay in this position for the rest of the night. You kiss me and suddenly all worries are gone. The moment appears endless and the tears dry up. Then you lift me up and carry me out to the negative edge pool on the deck. I'm so done. You let me down and open up my dress while you kiss my neck. 'No underwear little one?' I bet your smiling about it. Then you tell me to take of my shoes while you take of your suit. I want to get back into your arms. It feels as if it takes you an eternity to take of your clothes! 

'Demon.' I whisper. Then you are finally done you lift me up and we sink into the warm water together. 

It surrounds us so smooth and we are so close! I'm staring at your lips. They are my gates of heaven. You whisper 'You're staring angel!' and then you smile. This evil way I love so much. I kiss you and you kiss me. Your tongue is forceful, your kiss dominant it makes me want more, so much more. More than kissing I feel how I get wet. I feel how we are moving. Then I feel the pool wall in my back. I feel you growing between my legs. Your erection is pressing against my pussy. I think we both just need each other. We stop kissing and we both are gasping. I want you so, so bad! 

'I want you little one! Here and now!' 

'Yes daddy I need you too.' I have to think about something I read about, I want to try it out with you, but I'm scared of asking. 

'What's up angel?' Why is my face an open book for you? I think about not telling you, but I know what that would lead to. 

'I want to try something new with you, but I think I'd need your help.' 

'What is it?' I can't spell that out loud so I whisper it in your ear. 

'A underwater blowjob.' I feel how I blush. You whisper back. 

'That sounds great!' You turn us around so that the pool wall is in your back and then you look at me. 'How can I help you?' 

'I think you have to push me down cause of the buoyancy. I will be focused on you, so I can't focus on that.' 

'I will do that. As soon as you let the air out I will pull you back up. Did you understand?' 

'Yes daddy!' 

'Good. Now take a deep breath!'

I do as you told me. You grab the back of my head and push me down. I nee some seconds for orientation. I put my hands on your thighs and start sucking on your cock. It's a little weird, cause I can't hear you. But you show me that you like it by moving your hips so I go on till I need to breath. I let my air out and you pull me up by grapping my hair and I'm taking a deep breath. You pull me close and kiss me rough. 

'This is so gorgeous! The next time you let out the air you do that while my cock is in your mouth! Do you understand?' 

'Yes daddy!' 

'Take a deep breath!' I do and right afterwards I'm back down. I start sucking you again, this time I to swallow it while I move my tongue in waves. I let the air out the way you wanted me to and you pull me back up. 

'Breath! And the next time I will use your mouth so put your hands on your back and don't move!' I nod and breathe in deeply. 

You push me down and put my hands on my back. You hold my head in both hands and fuck my mouth like I was your little fucktoy. I'm so wet! Hoping for you not to cum and fuck me hard. I keep the air in much longer than before. I want you to enjoy this my lungs are burning and my chest is seizing. You pull me up and I take a deep breath. 

'I told you to let out the air as soon as you have to get up!' 

'I wanted you to enjoy this as long as possible.' You look deep inside my eyes. 

'That's dangerous and you will not do that again!' 

'Of course, I'm sorry.' 

You kiss me and we turn back around. I feel your fingers on my pussy and I have to moan. 'You're so ready for me aren't you little one?' 

'Yes daddy! Just for you.' 

'Good girl!' You're teasing me with your glans. I need to feel you inside me! 

'Please daddy! Please what?' 

'Please. Fuck. Me. Hard.' Then you are inside me. I close my eyes and let myself fall. I can't think anymore, my brain is turned off. A moan is escaping my mouth and I can't focus anymore. 

You pull yourself out of me. And I'm back in this world. I whine. I can hear you laugh. 'It's a miracle your cheeky little mouth which is always giving me back talk is shutting immediately as soon as I'm inside you.' You're right. You are my weakness. But I don't care about tat at the moment I just want you back inside. 'Please!' 

'Please what?' 

'Please fuck me!' 

'No!' I don't know what to do. I can't think of anything else than having you back inside. The only thing I can do is whining. And you smile. You put a finger in my dirty little cunt, but it doesn't fill me. I need your dick. 

'Please fuck me daddy!' 

'Don't you like my finger?' 

'No!' Oh fuck that was out before I thought about the consequences. 

'Sorry?' I blush. 'So my finger is not good enough, huh?' 

'No, it's just.' 

'I don't want to hear! Turn around.' I do so and you bend me over the rim of the pool, so my ass is presented in front of you. 'You have to learn to be grateful for everything you get from me. You get 5 spanks per bun. You ready?' 

'Yes daddy!' 10 spanks later my ass is burning and I'm even wetter than before. You pull me back into water. 

The liquid is flattering me and is cooling my ass. You put your finger back inside me and ask me I like it again. 'Yes daddy I do like your finger, but I like your cock even more.' 

'Well if that's the way it is.' You bump inside me and I'm loosing myself. I'm so close to cum and I'm sure it's the same way with you. You fulfil me completely. Each time your glans is hitting the end of my pussy it's creating this little teasing pain that brings me closer to the edge. 

'Please daddy, Please!' I'm screaming. Your voice is rough when you answer. 

'What little girl, what do you want?' 

'Please let me cum!' 

'Do so! Cum for me!' And I do. The orgasm is floating through me. Your cock is taking me higher and higher. Afterwards I'm sinking into your arms. I'm done, tired and done. 

The last thing I get before I fall asleep is that you are carrying me inside. I wake up in your arms. We are lying in a bed. In this warm little world of bedding. I take a deep breath. Your smell is surrounding me while I close my eyes and fall back to sleep feeling save and warm.



The Pool



It was a hot day; the tropical sun was beating down on the hotel pool. Lying around the edge on their sun loungers were a few hardened sun worshippers, mainly Scandinavian looking, blonde haired, men with flat washboard stomachs and women with long elegant legs, all glistening in the midday heat. The only movement was from the pool, a delightful blonde who had been swimming the length of the pool for the last half hour, finally gave into the heat and headed for the poolside bar. She climbed from the pool like a gymnast and elegantly strolled towards the bar and the shade of the canopy. Two men sitting at the bar eyed her as she strolled towards them as water cascaded from her body.

"You look hot. Mind if I buy you a drink?" the darker haired one asked her as she got to the bar. He had been sitting on a bar stool and she climbed onto the free stool next to him which was between him and his fair-haired friend. 

"You can always buy me a drink" she said and smiled adding, "I'll have a cocktail." 

The dark haired guy asked her grinning, "What would you like? How about a bosom caresser?" he asked, staring at her perfectly formed 36C shape. 

She looked down on him and replied, "I wanted a 'sex on the beach! But since we are at the pool it looks like I will have to make do with a 'slow comfortable screw' eh?" she teased, winking at the bartender who immediately began to prepare her drink. The two guys looked her up and down as she sat on the stool, water dripping down her back from her quickly drying blonde hair. "You been here long?" she asked. 

"Three days." he replied, "My name is Zack and this is Ed-" she cut him short.

"I have been here a week and I'm bored," she said "and save the names. I'm not interested. If you want to call me something you can call me Cindy. Some people think I look like Cindy in 'East Enders.' Can't see it in my mind." Cindy picked up a bottle of suntan oil sitting on the bar. "This yours?" Eddie nodded. "You don't mind if I borrow some, do you? I am getting a little hot here and I don't want to burn. Would you mind putting it on my back?" she looked at Eddie, and he duly obliged by pouring oil on her golden body. She leaned forward onto the bar as Eddie worked the oil into her skin until she glistened. "You know Eddie, you have great fingers. You can do that for me all day long if you want. Don't miss any bits now will you?" He reached down and unfastened her bikini top, which she quickly dropped on the bar and purred, stating "You are wasted in whatever you do in life Eddie, you should do this for a living." 

Turning around, Cindy lifted her arms and allowed Eddie to cover her in lotion. Then she crossed her arms in front of her body, squeezing her beautiful breasts together. Eddie poured more oil onto her body; it flowed down her cleavage like a river of gold as she leaned back against the bar until it collected in her navel. Eddie worked the oil into her stomach and waist then moving on to her legs starting at her toes and rubbing every one, working past her ankles to her knees and then her thighs. 

Placing one leg on Eddie's shoulder, Cindy started to massage oil into the only place that Eddie had omitted to do: her wonderful bust. Eddie continued to work his magic fingers up and down the inside of her thighs as high as he dared go. He thought he could see a few stray wispy hairs peeping out the side of her bikini and had to look away to try and stop himself from getting aroused. He was convinced that Cindy had noticed and he started to blush. 

"You don't say much do you Eddie? Not that I don't like that, I prefer the strong silent type myself, and the more you do with those fantastic fingers and the less I hear you say, the better we are going to get on." leaning forward kissing him on the head she picked up the cocktail and knocked it back in one hit. "I fancy another," she said looking at the two guys "but it is now my round and I don't have any money." she added. "But if you are willing to make a bet, I will gladly race you to the end of the pool and back. Loser buys the next round of drinks!" she looked at both guys with a slight smile on her face. 

They looked back and forth at one another before Zack spoke. "Ok, you are on." before slipping off the stool and lining up on the edge of the pool. As she glided over to the poolside, he dived in front of her and started swimming the 25 meters to the other end of the pool. She shrugged her head, and with the gracefulness of a dolphin, dived in and started to swim after him. She had reached the turn point and was on the way back, and very much in the lead, when she turned over and swam the last few meters on her back, her long arms glistening in the sun. By the time Zack had made his way to the side of the pool the bartender had poured Cindy another cocktail and lined up two more beers for Zack and Eddie, who still hadn't said a word. 

Zack slumped on the barstool, water dripping off the end of his nose and feeling utterly rejected when Cindy laughed and said, "Cheers guys don't feel so bad about it. I'm a lifeguard and swimming instructor. I never make a bet I won't win." 

Zack looked at her and frowned "Nobody wins every time, it can't be done." 

"Even the toss of a coin, I will never lose. Never." Cindy said defiantly. 

Eddie searched his pockets and placed a coin on the bar in front of Zack looking at his friend and then at Cindy. Eddie picked the coin up and flipped it a few times "Okay, smart aleck, let's see how clever you really are."

Cindy laughed again and knocked back the second cocktail, there was a glazed look in her eye. She seemed to be rolling a little from the effects of two large tropical cocktails "Let's make this interesting. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser for one hour."

Zack looked back at her in amazement, then at Eddie then back at Cindy. "Anything?" He asked, still not believing what he had heard. "Anything!" she replied, "For one whole hour." Eddie picked the coin from the bar where Zack had dropped it and got ready to flip it; in all this time he still hadn't said a word 

"You call it!" Zack shouted in his excitement, causing a few of the sun Gods around the pool to look up momentarily to see the commotion. 

"Ok Heads" Cindy called as Eddie tossed the coin high in the air allowing it to fall to the ground. 

"Tails! Tails, Tails!" shouted Zack, not even attempting to hide the glee in his voice "We won you lose, we get to do anything we like to you for one hour!" Cindy bravely smiled, Zack and Eddie were unable to work out whether Cindy was disappointed or not. Grabbing the suntan oil, he handed it to Cindy "Here, rub some oil on my back now." 

She squeezed hard, and there was a big golden stain on the front of Zack's white shorts. "I'm not doing anything to you; the deal is you do anything you like to me. Besides that is not what I had in mind." The barman laughed as Eddie turned around, realizing it looked as if he had pissed himself. Cindy sniggered to herself and walked a few steps to the poolside and lay down on an empty sun lounger. Slowly waggling a finger to Eddie, she beckoned him towards her. He didn't need to be called twice, and lay on the lounger beside Cindy, stroking her semi naked body. "Oooooh, get those fingers working Eddie boy, you truly have a gift." He started to caress her stomach running his fingers in small circles, slowly moving up her body, looking for a sign that might mean 'okay, that's enough,' but Cindy's body language was totally passive and said 'carry on.' 

Zack on the other hand had just been humiliated twice, and he wanted to get a little revenge on the manipulative flirt lying in front of him, and thought he might try and humiliate her a little. He tried not to admit to himself the he really admired her for her attitude and the way she had played herself into this situation. Dropping his now stained shorts he figured he would be better off naked than look as if he had pissed himself, besides this was an adult resort and nobody would be too offended. He walked the few steps over to where they lay and watched as Eddie fondled the voluptuous breasts of Cindy. 

Standing right over her he started to wave his flaccid cock in her face slapping it on her cheeks "Anything, eh? Okay we'll see about that. Suck on it, bitch." and slapped his prick in her face again. Cindy opened her eyes, lifting her arm to her head to shade it from the sun and replied, "That was the deal! Oh well, here goes." Opening wide, she took his floppy dick in her mouth and sucked gently on it, running her tongue around the helmet. 

It started to stiffen in an instant, and within a second it had turned into a raging staff and exploded out from between her lips pointing skywards "Mmmm, man lollypops. My favorite." Winking at Eddie, who was also sporting a huge erection in his shorts, looked as if they would burst open at any minute. Still lying there passively, Eddie grabbed her hand and guided it to the front of his shorts where Cindy duly obliged in massaging his throbbing member. Zack then straddled across Cindy, holding her boobs together and running his stiff cock up and down through her ample cleavage, giving him a wonderful tit wank. 

As his cock shot forward, Cindy's tongue was waiting to dart across and heighten his pleasure. This carried on for a few minutes until Cindy let out a huge shudder. Eddie had worked his hand slowly down her body and his fingers had gently made their way between Cindy's legs. Under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, his fingers were now wiggling and frigging on the frenzied clit of the now-close-to-orgasm Cindy. Her shudder was enough to make Zack lose his balance and fall into the pool the very moment that Eddie pushed one of his fingers into Cindy's saturated pussy. 

By this time Cindy had freed Eddie's cock and was wanking him off furiously, taking her other hand and cupping and ever so gently stroking his sensitive balls. Squirming again as two now three fingers entered and stretched her hot pussy, she experienced wave after wave of mini orgasms. Zack was now out of the pool and determined to make her pay for the continual humiliation and misfortune he seemed to be suffering here, after all he had WON this bet hadn't he?

"Ok punishment time. You have ruined my shorts and soaked me through, you will now get up and lay across my knee for a proper spanking." Eddie pulled his hand away from her dripping cunt and licked his fingers one at a time. 

"Punishment? Please be gentle, oh, master." Cindy couldn't help giggle as she lay across Zack's lap. Pulling her bikini completely off and exposing her bare bottom to the sunshine, he noticed the all-over tan.

"Ten good slaps." He proceeded to spank her bare ass, counting them as he went. Eddie had moved around to the front and was getting his reward for all his handiwork as Cindy gave him an amazing blow job; massaging his balls with one hand her, head bobbed up and down on his love torpedo. The spanking on her bare behind was making her cheeks glow quite red and was stinging like crazy, but it was a kind of nice pain tingling through her body. It was a real turn on - so much so that she started to deep throat Eddie which completely blew his mind as this had never happened to him before and to tell the truth it was the first time Cindy had done it as well, but you would never been able to tell. 

All Zack had for his troubles was a sore arm from all the spanking. He stood up and Cindy stayed kneeling on the lounger, walking round he faced her as she sucked on Eddie's cock, she turned and then sucked on Zack's, then Eddie's in turn one after the other. By now a small gathering had sat around watching the action. Cindy turned over and lay down, claiming that her knees were tired, but continuing to suck on both cocks culminating in forcing both throbbing tools into her mouth at the same time. Eddie decided that Cindy's pussy needed more attention and climbed across her and started eat her out. This must have been a real turn on for her as she wrapped her legs around Eddie's head tightly, trapping him to her soaking cunt. Cindy got to her knees again and Eddie stood up and entered her from behind, doggy fashion, as she carried on sucking Zack's cock. 

Pulling away for an instant, "Eddie you are even more gifted with that magic wand of a cock than you are with those fingers, that is soooo good." 

Eddie proceeded to pound on her pussy harder than ever, with his balls bouncing off her on each thrust. He took her to another dimension by lightly circling her rosebud with his finger as they fucked. She forced herself back onto his finger as it pushed its way past her tight anus. Eddie pulled his throbbing prick out and pushed it hard into her bottom. "Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cindy let out a moan and almost passed out with pleasure. She was getting light headed and her elbows started to buckle under her as she started to cum again. 

Zack decided he wanted some of the action at the other end - he wanted some pussy action. The heat was beginning to beat down and Cindy was sweating and gasping for breath, delirious to what was going on as Zack crawled beneath her. She flopped down, her boobs landing on Zack's face, and he gratefully played with them as he maneuvered his throbbing pussy-hungry cock towards Cindy's inviting love hole. Forcing it in it was such a tight fit, with Eddie's big pork dagger still stabbing at her ass. He quickly found his rhythm and pumped in and out of her tight twat. Cindy's hair was now matted to her head from sweat as she gasped and panted at the pleasures inflicted on her athletically tight body. Her tits were bouncing all over Zack's face and he couldn't resist sucking and biting on her juicy melons. He had forgotten about the suntan lotion and now had a mouthful. Cindy moaned with pleasure, she was close to exhaustion as another orgasm started to build inside her, but this was a big one, not a mini one like the ones previously, as Zack pulled on her tits and pumped her pussy while Eddie did the same to her ass. 

She reached between her legs and started to frig herself, fingering her clit for all it was worth. Her whole body was tingling and shuddering like an overall body-massaging orgasm building everywhere. The two guys seemed to recognize this and both built up their own speed keeping in time with each other. It was building, pussy tingling, clit tingling, nipples feeling fit to burst; she began to shudder as the wave washed over her. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhh yes yes yeeeeeeessss!" This pushed Eddie over the threshold, and he exploded with his own orgasm, filling her bottom with his thick cum as she screamed. Zack followed in second as close as he could get to a three way simultaneous orgasm. Cindy collapsed and Eddie pulled out, still spraying his hot fluid like a hosepipe pumping all over her reddened arse cheeks and back. Cindy rolled onto her side and Zack pulled out. He too gushed like a creamy fountain, piping his hot goo all over her tits and face as she just lay there and wallowed in the sticky mess, too tired to do anything but smile. 

The three of them lay together on the sun bed naked for a few minutes, until Zack spoke. "That will teach you to say you never lose a bet." 

Smiling back she said, "Two guys having great sex like that? Tell me how I lost that bet!" and laughed. 

With that Eddie eventually spoke. "Fucking brilliant."



The Pool



Pete was old. He didn’t feel old, he didn’t think old, but when he looked in the mirror each morning, he saw a face older than he felt himself to be. It was perplexing. 

But two facts reminded him daily, he wasn’t young any more. Each morning he woke up aching, and rolled out of bed. He had to stretch for several minutes to get the kinks out before he could start moving. There was that, and the matter of sex; a fond memory from the distant past.

Pete had an old boss once, who said he still chased girls, but couldn’t remember why. When Pete was young, he didn’t understand this. Now he understood perfectly. But he still liked to look at the ladies. He thought that must be built into his genes. Everything else might be a distant memory, but at least he still had his eyes.

The local recreation center had an olympic-size swimming pool, reserved for adults weekday mornings. When Pete retired, he and his wife started going there. It gave them some exercise, and something to occupy their time.

Most of the morning swimmers were retirees like themselves, and many made it a daily habit. A few serious exercisers swam laps, but most of the regulars congregated in separate groups of men and women, some exercising while they talked, others just treading water and shooting the breeze.

Pete had always been a people watcher, and he enjoyed speculating on the people who came and went. One couple was an enigma to him. Their names were Curt and Jesse. Jesse was upbeat and gregarious, Curt was taciturn, and private. 

Curt was civil with others, but he kept to himself, and his manner didn’t encourage socializing. When he spoke to his wife, he was peremptory, and Jesse’s gaiety had brittle quality. Pete sensed there was stress in their relationship. Often, he saw Jesse looking at her husband with en expression that was a mixture of sadness and love.

Jesse was plump. When Pete first saw her in the pool, he thought she was typical of other women that age, but one day he watched her climb out of the pool, and his eyes widened. She had the broadest hips he had ever seen..

Her figure fascinated him. Her body was firm, not blubbery, her waistline well-defined, her massive hips swelling below, in an exaggerated heart shape. Her upper body was well-proportioned. As heavy as she was, you’d expect her ankles to be thick, but hers were thin and delicate. Pete searched for an adjective to describe her, but nothing came. There was something primal about her. Every physical characteristic that is essentially female, was exaggerated in her. 

It came to Pete that Jesse resembled those ancient figurines of prehistoric Earth Mother goddesses. It made him wonder if the old carvings were modeled on real women, rather than idealized representations of female fertility, as commonly presumed. He was drawn to this woman. He began to fantasize about her, and was surprised to feel stirrings of his long-dormant sexuality.

A day came when the speculation and fantasizing ceased. He got up at his usual early hour, and left his wife in bed, sleeping quietly. When she didn’t get up at her regular time, he went to wake her. He opened the bedroom door, and a feeling of horror swept over him. She was unmoving, her eyes open wide, her body cool. She was dead. The authorities concluded she died of natural causes, a stroke or cardiac arrest.

Pete wasn’t sure how he survived the next few days, but with the help of friends and family, he muddled through, and began to pick up the threads of his normal life. Alone now, after many years as part of a couple, it was a major change. Pete planned to go back to the pool, but he was reluctant to face his friends. He remembered the discomfort they all experienced , when someone lost a spouse.

Two months passed. He missed the camaraderie, and one day, the need to reconnect outweighed his reluctance to face them. He went back to be welcomed like a prodigal son. There were changes, of course, some new faces, some old ones gone now, and he noted the single women in the group were looking at him differently. Some were speculative, some interested, and some seemed downright predatory. Curt and Jesse were both still there, Jesse looking strained now, Curt more morose than ever. 

Pete slipped into the old groove, and soon things were back as before. One day, he noticed Curt and Jesse had stopped coming. Then he saw Curt’s obituary in the paper. He wondered what happened, but put it out of his mind. Weeks later, Jesse came back alone, looking sad and subdued. 

Pete went to her, and offered condolence. They spoke briefly, then went their separate ways. He began to watch for her daily, and noted that her previous gaiety never returned. One day, he asked to take her to lunch.

“Why would you do that?” she snapped. He was surprised by her abrupt reply, and all that it implied, but he wasn’t giving up. He pressed on.

“I’m tired of looking at television alone over a bowl of canned soup. I need to get out of the rut. I think you do too. So how about it?”

Jesse was reluctant, but she was embarrassed by the bluntness of her first reply, and couldn’t think of a way to refuse without making things worse. She sighed, and said, “O.K.” 

It was nearly noon, and Pete asked, “Are you ready to go?” She nodded. “O.K,” he said, “meet you in the lobby.”

They changed, then left together. Jesse was bristling. Wrapped in her own misery, she was upset at letting herself get roped into a luncheon date she didn’t want. Pete sensed her resistance, so he didn’t give her much choice. He just said, “How ‘bout The Diner?” She nodded.

The restaurant was nearby; family-style, good food, friendly service, a typical small, neighborhood restaurant, popular with the older set. Both had been there many times with their spouses. They went in and found a booth. The waitress knew them, and greeted them with a quizzical expression. “Hi Pete, hi Jesse, haven’t seen you two for awhile.”

Pete recognized the question behind her expression, and smiled. “Hi Mary Jo, we both were widowed several months ago. We decided to have a little change of scene for lunch today.” 

Mary Jo was surprised. Her face fell. “Gosh, I knew you guys hadn’t been in for awhile, but I didn’t know anything like that happened. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Pete smiled again. “Well, you know we’re not spring chickens, and no one gets any younger. It’s coincidental we were both widowed at so nearly the same time.”

During lunch, Jesse was subdued. Pete tried to draw her out, but only managed to coax a fleeting smile. She was down and depressed. He was concerned about her. 

They had arrived in separate cars, and when they left, Pete held her hand for a moment, and said, “See you in the pool tomorrow?” She nodded, and they drove away. Pete frowned. He had to do something to get her out of the dumps.

Next day at the pool, Jesse came to Pete. She was contrite. “Thank you for taking me to lunch yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t very good company.”

“Hey, I liked it fine. How about doing it again?”

She hesitated, and he pressed. “Let’s go tomorrow.”

Again, she couldn’t think of a polite way to refuse. She said, “O.K.”

Next day, when they met in the lobby, he noted she had fixed her hair. She wore a touch of makeup, and was more carefully dressed. It suggested she was beginning to take an interest in life, and it gave him a feeling of satisfaction.

Their lunches together became a daily habit, and he learned that Curt had been enforcement, that he lived for his work, and when he was forced to retire, he had sunk into deeper and deeper depression. He had always disparaged Jesse over her out-sized figure, and a lifetime of putdowns had affected her self-esteem. Pete concluded that Curt was a psychological abuser with problems of his own, but he sensed that , underneath Jesse’s poor self-image, lay a strong-willed, capable woman.

As Jesse responded to his kindness and support, her primal sexuality metamorphosed into something highly sensual for him. He didn’t know if the change was in her, or in him, but his attraction to her grew, and his rising libido pressed on him. The equipment he needed to satisfy it, however, did not rise accordingly. He was frustrated.

Her house had been neglected while her husband’s illness progressed, and Pete began to fix things for her. One day, he strained his back, and came inside to ease it. 

“Jesse, I did something to my back out there. I need to lie down on your couch for a few minutes.” 

She came over, a look of concern on her face, and told him to lie down. “Can I do anything,” she asked? “No, It’s just a muscle spasm. Had ‘em before. If I can stretch out a few minutes, it will probably go away. I could use a cool drink, though.” Pete sighed, as his back began to relax.

Jesse brought him a glass of iced tea, and sat down on the floor beside him. Considering her weight and age, he wondered how she was going to get up, but she surprised him. Her movements were fluid, showing amazing strength and balance. Certainly no teenager, nonetheless she got up easily, went somewhere for a few moments, then came back to sit down beside him once more.

Pete was drawn ever-more strongly to her, and he sensed her feelings had been growing for him, too. He yearned to make a move on her, but “performance anxiety” held him back. Now with Jesse’s face close to his, the feeling swelled to a crescendo; his frustration was intense. But Jesse’s need had grown in parallel with his, and she was wise enough to understand his reluctance. She made her own move. 

She rose to her knees, brought her face above his, and looked into his eyes. Her hand slid down his chest and abdomen, to rest on his crotch. “Pete,” she said softly, “I want to suck your cock.”

He caught his breath. There it was. Time to fish or cut bait. He hesitated a moment, then reached up to caress the back of her neck. He nodded. “O.K., but there’s one condition. You have to let me return the favor. And don’t expect much. I haven’t been able to get it up for years.”

She smiled softly, fumbling with his belt buckle. “I think I can deal with that.” She opened his trousers, and said, “You better get these off. I need working room.”

Pete raised his hips, and slid the trousers down. She pulled them off to drop them on the floor.

She picked up his flaccid cock, squeezing it gently, turning it this way and that, examining it closely. She lay it up on his belly to caress the underside with her fingertips, then ran her tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft. Pete caught his breath, as he felt himself begin to swell. That happened, but he never really got hard. As his cock swelled, it fell to the side. She grabbed it, shook it, and squeezed it tight. 

Pete’s eyes flared, as she stretched his cock, skinning it forward, sucking his protruding foreskin into her mouth, and flicking it with her tongue. Holding him tightly, she insinuated her tongue into the foreskin’s opening, and wormed around the little slit in the tip of his knob.

Pete groaned, and stirred, as exquisite sensations overcame him. Suddenly, she skinned him back with her mouth, and caught her teeth on the back of his knob. Sucking hard and holding him with her teeth, she pulled up again and again, stretching his cock, then releasing it, all the while maintaining suction.

The delicious sensations of a mounting erection slashed through him now. He cried out, and reached down with his hands to caress Jesse’s neck and ears. In his excitement, he noted she had one hand between her legs, fingering herself, while she mouthed his cock. That sight brought him up to a raging hard-on like he hadn’t had since his teens. He squirmed, and groaned, as waves of pleasure coursed through him. 

Jesse’s own excitement controlled her now, her motions rapid and insistent. Her free arm was under Pete’s hips, and she was incredibly strong. He was pinned. Suddenly, he was at the brink. His orgasm was there. “I’m cumming,” he shouted, warning her, but she speeded up, and began deep-throating him, holding his bucking hips down with her weight. 

He couldn’t have escaped if he wanted to. She was totally in control, and she growled gutturally. With his cock trapped in her mouth, her head rocked side-to-side, and her body shuddered in the throes of her own orgasm. Pete’s orgasm was intense and painful, as long-unused parts of his anatomy reacted, and he lay gasping. As their passion subsided, and they began to relax, Jesse was breathing hard, whimpering, and gently mouthing his cock.

One more hard suck and a deep thrust, and she slowly slipped her mouth off his cock. For a moment, she lay with her head on his belly, watching his now-subsiding erection, gently stroking him, while he caressed her head and neck. Then she raised her head, moved up to his face, and attacked him with a deep, drawn-out, intense, and satisfying kiss; the first they had enjoyed. 

Pete’s emotions were indescribable. Jesse smiled at him softly, enigmatically, and caressed his face with her hands. “You’re a wonderful man, Pete. I built, and stroked, and dreamed that fantasy, and cherished it for forty years while I was with my husband, but he was always cold. Right now, I could die happy.”

Pete remembered their bargain. Quietly he asked, “My turn now.?” She put a finger to his lips, still smiling enigmatically, and shook her head. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, “You’ll be in better shape, and I have to do something to get ready.”

Pete didn’t object. Their lovemaking had been more intense than anything he could remember. It had taken the starch out of him in more ways than one. They stood up, and for the first time, he really held her in his arms. He could easily get around her waist, but the rest of her was more than an armful. Slowly, he slid his hands down her body, to feel the swelling of her massive hips. Desire rose in him again, and he caught his breath. He had a near-irresistible urge to pull her skirt down and caress the flesh underneath. 

They held each other tightly for a moment, enjoying the afterglow, then separated, he with his hands on her waist, she, hands around his neck. She kissed him lightly, tears in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled. “How’s your back now, buddy boy?” 

He chuckled. “You’re a real miracle worker. You can cure backaches, and raise the dead, too.”

It was her turn to chuckle, then she became wistful. “Tomorrow, Pete,” she smiled, “I’ll see you in the pool.”

For Pete, the next twenty-four hours were an eternity. He was in an agony of anticipation over what they were going to do, and he was thirteen years old again; at least his cock was. At that age, your cock rises and fall of its own volition, without any external stimulation. That was Pete, overnight..

Next morning, time crawled. Finally, pool time was there, and the morning moved on. As Pete left the pool, he caught Jesse’s eye. She gave him a knowing smile, and moments later, she followed.

They met in the lobby, and he asked, “Shall we go out to lunch?”

Smiling, she squeezed his hand.“No. I’ll fix something at home, I’ve got a project for you.” 

They arrived at her house, and went in. Both found it difficult to keep from rushing to their assignation, but she said, “Would you like some lunch first?”

Grinning, he shook his head. She chuckled lasciviously, “I didn’t think so.”

She took him by the hand, and led him to the stairway. “ Let’s go up. I’ve fixed a place up there.”

Pete had never been upstairs. The blinds were drawn, and when his eyes accommodated to the dimness, he saw a nicely finished attic, thickly carpeted. At one end of the room, a bearskin rug sat on the floor at the foot of a king-size canopy bed. The bedspread, too, had the look of fur, and a night stand on either side, held a glowing table lamp shedding a soft, seductive light.

With the low ceiling, the sloping walls, the soft light, and the furs, he had the sensation of entering a cave or grotto; a sanctuary, a shrine. There was a mysterious sense of the primitive here, and he had a momentary vision of flickering torches casting weird shadows over animal skins on an alter. His eyes widened, and he caught his breath.

As Jesse stood beside him holding his hand, he caught her scent, and his nostrils flared. She led him gently toward the bed, and turned to him, placing her arms around his neck. He held her arms gently, his voice hoarse, saying, “Jesse, I want to look at you.”

She smiled, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He took that as a signal to do the same, and they calmly undressed each other. As her panties hit the floor, Pete stepped back to look at her, and she slowly turned around in front of him. Her smile seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages.

Pete had seen her in a bathing suit, of course, but naked, was a whole new story. Her skin was alabaster. There was cellulite; she was no teenager, but her dimpled skin seemed natural, and aroused him further. Her massive hips, and exaggerated femaleness reminded him again of the ancient earth mother goddesses. He had a mystical sense that he had gone back in time. 

He came close, and caressed her body, running his hands over her massive hips, around to her mound, and up her belly to her breasts. She quivered at his touch, and turned around to give him visual and tactile access to her whole body. His hands roamed with a mind of their own, as he stroked her.

When she faced him again, there was a hard, hungry light in her eyes. She pulled him to her fiercely, and they shared a lingering, hungry kiss. Suddenly, she fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her, squirming onto the bed, carrying him along. Again, her strength amazed him, and he helped, as he could, to bring them fully onto the bed. 

They stretched out while she continued to hold him in the breathless kiss. He had a flash of fear that he would suffocate, she was so strong, and held him so tightly, but suddenly she released him, and pushed him down, saying, “Now, Pete.” 

He rose to his knees and slid down her body to caress, and suckle her tits. Her hands were still on his shoulders, as she squirmed with sensation and desire. Then she pushed him down hard, and her command was urgent .“All the way, Pete, all the way, now!”

She opened her legs wide for him, he pulled back to look at her, and gasped. She had shaved all but a small tuft at the top of her mound, and the size of her organ matched the rest of her, her slit reaching from her pubic bone to her rosebud. Her pubis was a perfect little football, protruding proudly, enticing him. As he stared, a glistening droplet emerged, and oozed down her slit. The sight enthralled, and humbled him, and he prayed that he could do justice to what she had placed before him. He had a violent urge to bury himself in her.

Her labia were engorging with her arousal now, and they began to protrude, perfectly, evenly. Pete was breathing hard, and an odd feeling overcame him. It was as though he were outside himself, serving some fundamental essence of woman, and it 

wasn’t happening for him, indeed, not even for her. He was not a grown man, he was an acolyte, serving at a shrine to the ancient Earth Mother. His eyes widened at the weird thought, but her plaintive cry brought him back to reality. “Pete?”

He bent to his task, breathed deeply of her scent, and blew gently on her slit. Touching his tongue lightly to the bottom, he slowly drew it up to the top. He did it again, this time pressing harder to separate her lips. She sighed, and squirmed at his touch, and now he licked all aroundr, tickling her rosebud. 

He hardened his tongue, pushed it into the bottom of her slit, and she opened with an audible pop, her labia now fully engorged. He sucked them, and licked them up and down, one by one, then pulled them into his mouth together and sucked them, all the while running his tongue up and down between them.




The Pool



She was squirming and moaning, as he plunged two fingers inside to feel for the firm little ball that marked her G-spot. He touched with his middle finger, and she somehow shifted to bring it closer to him. He tapped lightly, and she growled. He brought his tongue to the top of her slit, probed her clitoral hood for the little button inside, and flicked it. 

She was near orgasm now, bucking strongly, and her strength was almost too much for him. He wrapped his free arm tightly around her thigh to keep from being bucked off, and lightly sucked her clit in and out. She came with a grinding, thrashing orgasm.

He had all his weight on her now, and suddenly realized he had a raging hard-on. He moved up, and thrust it in her. He began stroking slowly, but she caught his buttocks with her heels, and drove him into her again and again with her great strength. She was in complete control as they fucked wildly, and had she not pinned him with her feet, she would have thrown him off. As they came together in a crashing climax, she rolled back and forth underneath him, and he had to spread his legs to keep her from throwing them over.

Then, all was still, as they lay, breathing hard, coming down from their peak. Pete opened his eyes. Jesse was looking at him strangely, and the sensation of flaring torches, and bearskins returned. He could even smell the smoke.

He started to rise, but she clamped him with her feet, then lifted her knees to her chest. As her pelvis rolled up, Pete had to come to his knees to stay connected. She did something with her pelvic muscles that told him he was still hard, and she needed more. He began to stroke in and out slowly, gently now. She was watching him intently, smiling, and this time she matched his pace precisely. He felt a sense of wonder that she was doing this for him now, to satisfy his need.

They fucked slowly, gently, for a long time, pleasuring each other. Her expression was tender, but then her eyes sharpened. He realized she had been holding back for him, and she needed to cum. He kissed her passionately, and increased his tempo, while she continued to match him thrust for thrust. They sensed each other perfectly, and came together. This time, their coupling was sweet, and tender, and filled with loving pleasure. 

Jesse put her legs down, and Pete had to also, otherwise he would have been pushed off, and he wasn’t ready for that yet. She brought her legs together, with him still pinned inside her, and did that thing with her pelvic muscles that so turned him on before, but he had nothing left.

She gave him a quizzical little smile, and said, “Well, big boy, do you think you’re through?” 

“Am I through? God, I didn’t know I had it in me. I haven’t been able to do anything like that for years. You’ve given me life again. How in the world did you do that? I thought that part of my life was dead and gone.”

“I don’t know Pete,” she said softly, “I really don’t know. Something came into me, and I knew how to do it. It felt as though I was being controlled, or guided by something outside me, something ancient, something good.” Pete’s eerie feeling returned, with the scent of smoke.

They rolled on their sides together, cuddling, enjoying the afterglow, as his cock softened. She quivered as it slipped out with an audible plop, and they giggled at the sound and sensation.

They were sated, and physically tired. What they did would tire younger people, and they were not young. They slept. Pete woke up and hour later with Jesse’s head on his chest, snoring softly. He didn’t want to wake her, but he couldn’t retrieve the arm that was under her without doing so. He rolled up gently, and began to caress her body, filled again with wonderment at her primitive femaleness She was elemental woman; raw, complete, and larger than life. He shook his head. It was beyond his understanding.

She stirred, and sighed, and her eyes blinked open. As consciousness returned, she smiled, and caressed his face, saying, “Pete, you’re a wonderful man. Why didn’t I meet you forty years ago?”

Pete was still overcome by the emotion of the day, but he sighed, and said, “Well, old girl, I think we’ve made a day to remember. Do you suppose we should get our act together, and move on?”

She sat up, blinking owlishly, then stretched, and yawned, and nodded. “I guess so, hon, we can’t stay like this forever.”

They showered, and dressed, and Pete went on his way, bemused by the day’s events, puzzled by the sense of the ancient and primitive that he experienced, and filled with delight and wonder at his revived sexuality.

Jesse smiled, and hummed, as she fixed her dinner. The experience was a revelation for her, too. She was tired, yet she felt vibrant, and youthful, and totally at peace, unlike anything she had felt in years.

Life returned to normal for them. They continued their daily pool exercises, and lunched together almost daily. They were comfortable together, and continued to pleasure each other at least weekly, now always tender and loving, never again with the raw, violent urgency of their first coupling. They enjoyed being together, but their ages and family situations precluded thoughts of a permanent arrangement.

When they started going together, Jesse had been reluctant to go out. Years of living with a man who disparaged her, had damaged her self-esteem. She was ashamed of her overweight, and exaggerated figure. A lifetime of negative influence can’t be erased by a few months of positive support, but Pete was pleased that she now took pride in her appearance and dress. And she smiled a lot.

As Pete drew her out, she became more at ease with appearing in public. They made a bit of an odd couple, and indeed, her outsized figure drew some curious, and occasionally hostile stares. But Pete was a man who did what he did, and if others didn’t like it, they could stick it in their ear. He was proud to be seen with her, he protected her, and if they encountered hostility, he responded in kind.

Curt hadn’t done much to insure her care when he was gone, and Pete knew Jesse was struggling financially. He offered to help, but she would accept no more than help around the house, and paying for their dining out, and entertainment. One day, she came to him, sad-faced, saying, “Pete, I’ve got to move. I can’t afford to live here any longer. My daughter in Cincinnati has a place for me and she needs me. I’ve got to sell out and move back there.”

Pete had seen it coming. He was disappointed, but there was nothing to do. He hugged her, smiling, and said, “I know babe, I’ll hate to see you go, but we’ve had a wonderful time. I’ll help you get your business taken care of, and I’ll see you off when you go. I guarantee, I’ll have tears in my eyes.”

Her business was completed, and the day before the movers came, they made love one more time. They made it last as long as they could, but even when you’re young, such things can’t go on forever, and they weren’t young. It put a poignant cap on a fulfilling episode in both their lives. Three days later, Pete put her on the plane to Cincinnati. They held each other a long moment, and when she walked to the ramp, Pete indeed had tears in his eyes.

He picked up the threads of his single life. What was different now, was he looked forward to the possibility of a serious loving relationship. Indeed, he began to speculate about some of the other single women in the pool, though none were particularly attractive to him.

Days later, he went alone to The Diner, and the waitress, Mary Jo came over to serve him. “Hi, Pete. Where’s Jesse? The last few months, I thought you guys were joined at the hip.”

Pete grinned. If she only knew where they had been joined. He sighed, and said, “She moved back to Cincinnati. Like most of us in this little retirement community, our families are somewhere else, and it can be a tough row to hoe when you lose your spouse. She has a daughter back there who needs her, and has a place for her.”

Mary Jo frowned. “Gee, that’s too bad. What are you going to do now?”

He shrugged. “Hey, what’s to do? Life goes on.”

“Pete, you guys talked so much about that pool, I bought me a pass. I was on the swim team years ago in high school. I haven’t swum for a long time, but I’ll be going regularly from now on.”

“Good for you, babe. It’s good exercise, but the regular crowd is a bunch of old fogies like me, so don’t expect to socialize much.”

She chuckled. “I’m not worried, I’m not going there to B.S., I’m gonna swim.”

Pete had his lunch and went home. In his mail, he found a small package with a Cincinnati post mark. He turned it over in his hands, wondering, and went inside to open it. The box was padded with cotton inside, and small object fell out with a piece of note paper wrapped around it. He unwrapped it. 

It was a little figurine of the Earth Mother. He turned it over, examining it. Surely, he thought, this must be a reproduction. An original of such an ancient object would be priceless, but this was very good. Most such figurines are faceless, but this one had rudimentary features. He swore it resembled Jesse.

He set it down, and turned to the note, smoothing it on the table. He read:

“To my most wonderful ever friend, Pete,

You once told me I restored your life. You gave me the only one I really ever had. My only regret is that it was too short.

I know you’ve met this little lady. Keep her to remember me by. I know I shall never forget you.

You loving friend, Jesse”

Tears rimmed Pete’s eyes. Again, he picked up the Earth Mother. She carried the essence of Jesse, and the tang of smoke was in his nostrils.

He opened the china cabinet, and tucked the goddess into a back corner where she wouldn’t catch the eye of the casual observer, but where could look at her whenever he wished. He carefully smoothed the note, read it again, and he began to fold it into ever-smaller squares. When he could fold no more, he carried it to his bedroom, and opened his keepsake drawer in the dresser. 

He took out an old cigar box, one that carried mementos of the turning points in his life; a box he had kept since childhood. Reverently, he placed the note inside. He closed the lid, returned the box to its rightful place, and gently closed the drawer.



The Pool



I wrote this story several years ago, back when I had the time to put my fantasies and experiences on paper.. or computer screen. I have several more if ya'll want me to post 'em. Wally...M

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Even in the Colorado dry-air climate, I was still doin' a bit of old fashioned sweating! I had only been at the pool for about half an hour, catchin' some rays, and I was HOT! As was my habit, to keep from getting too roasted on one side, I turned over, like a rotisserie, onto my back and put my sunglasses back on. I was totally alone, which was a bit of a change from the usual routine of anywhere from five to fifteen little kids whoopin', hollerin', running, diving, and splashing around. Butt, then again school started earlier this year... and this was the first day. Our condo complex pool is only open from Memorial Day through Labor Day, and this was already just past mid-August. I was enjoying the solitude, but at the same time, missing the "scenery" I'd been enjoying for the past few weeks. The viewing pleasure was in the form of a well rounded woman who really filled out her one-piece swimsuit. She'd usually visited her mom on weekdays during the summer, and would bring her three kids so they could romp in the pool. A couple of times, even the dad would be with them. No matter how crowded the pool area happened to be, there was only one target for my eyes, the visiting lady who, to me, oozed sexy appeal.

I was in my mid fifties, and ever since I took disability retirement from the government, I rarely got out and about, mainly due to the sharp reduction in my income. So, to kill time, and get out of the house and take a break from this damn computer addiction, I decided to catch a little sun for an hour or so during the weekdays, when the wife I had back then, was at work. Starting in June, I'd put on my swim trunks, grab a towel walk the fifty yards to the pool to just lay out. I'd take a cold drink and a book or magazine, and select a spot away from where most of the folks and the kids were. As a result of this time each day, I'd acquired a nice little tan, and more importantly, got to really relax. Relaxing has always been nearly impossible for me, as my mind is constantly thinking... always in high gear.

About two weeks ago this woman with the kids, came to the pool, and her body was immediately both noticed, and appreciated by these tired old eyes. From habit, every time I'd hear someone unlock the gate to the area, I'd glance in that direction, and then close my eyes, or go back to reading. Then, that day I heard the gate, and cut my half opened eyes that way, saw these three kids ranging in age from about seven to eleven, coming in. I started to shut my eyes again, when I caught a glimpse of the mom (and her mom) following them. Now, I'm here to tell ya, that my eyes did NOT close! I guessed the mom to be about 36, and her mom to be around 60. Except for the obvious difference in their ages, the had almost identical figures, though the grandma was a little plumper, and naturally her tits, hips, and ass weren't quite as firm. Butt, it was on the mom's body that my pupils were locked.

She stood about five-five, and as I said, she had a "mature" figure, meaning she probably weighed around 155-160, butt, SHEEEIIIITTTTTTT, most of those pounds were in exactly the right places. Gazing at her walking in wearing a mostly orange floral suit, my cock started stirring almost immediately. I couldn't get over her ass... the way it completely filled that part of the material... nearly to the point of over-flowing. As far as I could judge from where I was, about 75 feet away, her tits were very, very sexy, without being really large. However, her thighs, hips, and buttocks more than made up for it. She had a very pretty face, with medium length reddish hair, and a fair complexion. When looking at her face, her lips were the first thing I noticed, they were full and very sultry, the kind you wish you could just mash yours against. Of course, when I looked at her ass... I wanted to do the very same thing, just mash my lips against it... and my face... and my rapidly hardening cock. The way the mounds flowed outward at the rear and sides was nothing short of mag-fucking-nificent! I loved to watch her when she got into the pool, and I loved it more when she got out, all wet, with that suit clinging even more tightly to the generous curves of her ass, and could even see her nipples protruding against the material.

Oh well, I watched her that day, and stayed quite a bit longer than my normal time, which meant several turns from back to stomach, and vice versa. When I was on my back, I couldn't read, as my magazine was needed on top of my crotch to try to camouflage my erection. When I was on my stomach, I was pressing my cock into the ground, just trying to imagine it was her body. Shit! I HAD to stay 'til they left, otherwise my hard-on would have been very noticeable as I walked by her.

The next day, there was considerably more bounce in my step as I walked to the pool, hoping that I'd get another visual treat. YESSSSS! She arrived at almost the same time, this time with just her kids. That day, I lusted after ass so damn much... that as soon as I got back into the apartment, with a picture of her etched in my mind, I just had to jackoff. She was there every weekday, and I ogled every weekday. I mean, hell, if I had both legs broken, I'd have hobbled down there on crutches, just to watch her. Sometimes she'd be with her mom, sometimes without her, and a couple of times her husband joined the party.

Then came this day, when I knew school had just started, and she wouldn't be coming to visit mom and the pool any more this year. I found my usual spot and laid out in the mid-morning sun, and actually dozed off for a little while. The clank of the gate shutting awakened me, and out of that habit I turned my head that way. What I saw made me think I was still asleep and dreaming. Walking toward me was this same body I'd been fucking in my mind for over two weeks. Today she had on a light purple one-piece swim suit, and was carrying her purse and a towel... and the amazing thing was, she kept walking TOWARD me! She got right up to where I was laying, looked down and said,

"Hi!! Nice and quiet here today, isn't it?"

I've always been very shy, especially in initial one-on-one contacts with a women, so I just mumbled out something like..

"Uhhhhh... Hi. Yep, sure is."

"Mind if I lay down here? No sense in only two people being here... and being so far apart, like we have leprosy, or somethin'."

"N-N-N-No... n-n-not at all."

She proceeded to bend over and spread her towel on the grass which surrounds the concrete. While doing that, I was treated to a brief look at her tits as they hung inside the suit top, and a pair of very delicious looking nipples, which I could almost swear were erect.

"Besides, I almost feel as if I know you, since I've been seeing you here everyday for awhile."

My next words blurted out, and not with quite the tone I intended.

"Yeah, and I've sure been noticing you, too."

Damn!! Why did I say it like that, 'cause for all I knew, her mom could be coming in the area at any second?

"I'm sure glad that school finally started again, now I can try to regain a bit of my sanity, and enjoy doing some of the things that I wanna do."

She said this, while getting down on the beach towel and lying on her stomach, extending to me, a very close-up view of that terrific plump ass straining at the purple spandex. And view it, I did, it appeared to be one hell of an ass, much, much sexier than it had appeared at a distance. I found myself staring at the nice round mounds of flesh, and the hint of the crevice that separates them. Ah yes!! That crevice!! I could only imagine and visualize what it would be like to peel that suit from her ass, grasp each supple cheek, parting them slightly and... 

"I think I'd better go."

Those words jerked me back to reality, and the realization that she had been watching my appraisal of her, ah, ASSets. While I was trying my damnedest to stutter some sort of explanation, she was getting up, with towel and purse in her hands.

"I'm very sorry, " I mumbled, "I really didn't mean to stare, and I'm even sorrier if I offended you."

I too, got up, trying to think of something to say that would undo being caught in the act of admiring the sexiness of her body. However, it soon dawned on me, that my standing only added to the problem, for, in doing so, it became apparent to both of us that I had a huge erection beneath a tent in my trunks that would do a circus proud. I think we both became aware of it at about the same time. I looked down, quickly picked up my magazine and held it in front of me, then looked up to see her that her eyes had been fixed on my crotch. Our eyes met briefly and both of our faces turned beet red.

"Like I said, I'd better go now." She said as she quickly turned and started walking away.

"B-B-Butt... will you b-b-be coming back?" I stammered

"I really don't know."

"I don't even know your name. I , I, I'm W-Wally."

"Joan. Bye Wally."

In spite of the trouble I'd gotten into by looking at her ass so intently, I couldn't help butt stand there with my mouth half open, marveling at the movement of those buttocks as they got farther and farther away. DAMN!! That was MY kind of ass - a real ass lover's ass, if there ever was one. I like my women's asses to have a little extra meat on them. Don't get me wrong, every woman's ass is a thing of beauty... butt, to me.. those with an extra inch or so in circumference are that much more sexy. And Joan's "dairy-aire", was an ass to die for!!

That was on a Tuesday, and I went back to the pool on Wednesday and Thursday, strictly in hopes that Joan would miraculously reappear. Butt alas, my wish was not to be granted. As a result of the past two dismal days, it was a very slow and dejected walk that I took toward the pool gate on Friday morning about ten-thirty. Using my key to unlock the gate, I entered without looking up or around... and headed for "my spot".

"I was wondering if you were coming this morning."

The sound of Joan's voice immediately uplifted my spirits, as I saw her in almost the identical spot, wearing the same purple suit, and in almost the same position as she'd been during my appraisal on Tuesday. In spite of trying not to be so obvious, my pace quickened a bit, and I covered the last few yards in no time. I laid out my beach towel, and said,

"I promise not to embarrass or offend you today, Joan. I'm so glad you came back."

"Oh, forget it, Wally. I didn't handle the situation well at all the other day. I mean, hell.. after all, you are a man, and I've been around long enough to have a pretty good idea as to what men look at. I would have been very upset... if you had ogled my butt like that, had my kids, or my mom been here. Butt, they weren't... and, as long as we both remember that I AM a married woman, and have not the slightest desire to be unfaithful, then I guess we can co-exist here at poolside."

"Great, Joan, thanks for understanding, and I assure you that I'll use the utmost discretion in viewing your... er... ah... very attractive, ummm, anatomy."

"I know you will, and again, I'm sorry I left in such a huff. That night, my husband had to work late, as usual, and as I lay in bed... I gave the situation a lot more thought. Ever since the first time I came to the pool, I knew you were checking me out. No! No! You weren't being that obvious about it, but, a woman knows.

"Well, I'd be lyin' through my teeth if I said I haven't been. I've found you to be incredibly attractive."

"Do you mean attractive, or do you mean sexy, Wally? Were you admiring me, or were you just trying to mentally strip this suit from my body?"

"Since you're being so blunt, Joan, I'll be honest with you and say, both."

"I figured out why I got so upset. It was because I really did not know how to react to the way you were almost drooling while looking at my butt. You see, I'd been watching you in your almost mesmerized state, for about five minutes. That's a long time to stare. Well, anyway, you wouldn't believe how long it's been since a man looked at my ass in that way. I'll have to tell you that it really made me feel strange, it gave me a tingle and a sensation in places where I haven't had them in about twelve years."

"Joan, Joan, I can't believe that, you have such an incredible body.. and especially your butt. I can't believe that I'm the only one who'd want to look at it with lust in their eyes. And I'm so damn bashful, I can't believe I'm having this conversation. Usually words like this die, unspoken, on my lips."

"Maybe I've attracted so few looks of that nature, that your looking caused those, er, feelings inside me, I just reacted the way society says the typical married woman should react. And, since we're being so damned honest with each other, when I saw your... your, bulge. I knew I HAD to leave, and right then. Because, the looks you were giving my ass, were nothing compared to what my seeing the effect I had on your crotch, had on me."

Joan started to get up... 

"And now, Wally, again, I think it's best I go. Best for both of us."

And, again, before I could get any words to emerge from my open mouth, Joan had gathered up her stuff and started walking toward the gate. And again, I was left standing there speechless, and wondering what the fuck I had said wrong.

I bent to pick up my towel, when I heard a yelp, a very loud OUCH! I looked up to see Joan at the gate, holding a hand that was streaming blood. I hurried to her side, and quickly saw what the problem was. A huge splinter was sticking out of her left thumb. I used the only thing I could think of to help stem the flow of blood, taking a corner of my towel and wrapping it tightly around her thumb, after meticulously removing the offending wooden splinter.

"You need that washed out and some iodine, or something on it, maybe even a stitch. How the hell did it happen, Joan?"

"My mind was whirling with all kinds of thoughts, and I was doing what I've been doing all my life, walking away from something I didn't know how to handle. I just turned the latch-handle, pulled, then grabbed the swinging gate. I don't want a stitch, butt you're right about me needing it cleaned, and something on it. I guess I'll go over to momma's. Is it all right if I take your towel for now?"

"Joan, you come right with me, I only live right up ahead. We can have it washed, and dressed in no time."

"Well, I guess that'll be okay. Damn, it's beginning to throb. Lead the way, Doctor."

All thoughts of our conversation of just a few minutes ago, were gone, as I led her into the apartment. We went straight to the bathroom where I made her hold her hand under the running water for a few minutes. In spite of the circumstances, I couldn't help butt steal an occasional glance at her body. Tell ya'll one thing... there is absolutely no prettier sight in the whole fucking world, than a woman in either bra and panties, or in a form-fitting swimsuit. And, Joan's mature figure was doing far more than just enhancing the purple fabric that encased it. We were in very close proximity, and I was dreamily gazing first at her butt-cheeks, then stealing peeps down the bodice of her suit.

"Uh HUH!! CAUGHTCHA doin' it again!"

I looked up and so Joan watching me in the mirror. Strangely, this time though, she didn't appear upset about it, but rather a very slight impish grin was beginning to show. As before, when caught in the act of ogling, I blushed a crimson color.

"Oh.. stop blushing, and don't feel badly about getting caught wanting your hand in the cookie jar. I've come to grips with the fact that, I rather LIKE it!"

As we watched each other's expressions in the mirror... Joan lowered her eyes just a bit, and I knew that she was watching the growing bulge in my shorts. And a big grin broke across her face... 

"And, it's pretty clear to the eye, that you like what you're lookin' at. Right?"

Without answering, I reached down and turned off the water, I patted her hand dry, put a little gob of Bacitracin ointment on the wound, and quickly put a good-sized Band-Aid around the thumb.

"Scared to touch that last question? No matter, I need to be gettin' my butt into gear and get out of here to save us from further blushing."

In a movement that seemed so natural at that movement, I moved closer and directly behind her. Putting my hands on her shoulders I inched just close enough so that my hard cock was just grazing her ass. our eyes locked in the mirror and remained that way as I ever-so-slowly moved my hips so that there was no mistaking what was touching and rubbing against her rump.

"Some questions are better answered with actions, Joan. Does this feel as if I like what I've been looking at?"

Reaching up, she took each of my hands into hers, pulling them just over the top of her shoulders and down to hold them palms down on the beginning of the rise of her breasts. As I felt hot flesh... I could also sense a rapid increase in her heartbeat. We continued staring into each others' eyes, as almost imperceptibly, she moved her buttocks backward to the point that my cock was not just gently grazing her ass, butt was firmly pressed against her crevice. My hands gradually moved downward as they took on a small circular caressing motion, moving centimeter by centimeter downward, 'til they were just under the top of her swim garment. Without relinquishing the moment, they continued moving downward until at last they could each grasp almost an entire tit in each hand. The thumbs and forefingers came into action then as they found her already huge erect nipples... and began teasing by rubbing, pinching, and pulling them.

Joan's mouth began to alternate between gasping and moaning... as her hips undulated against my cock. I leaned over and one by one, took each strap of the swimsuit in my teeth and pulled it outward and over her shoulders... so that they fell to her side.. allowing the bodice of the suit to drop... exposing her titties in all their glory. Raising her face upward... and with eyes closing... Joan whispered... 

"I do NOT believe this is happening. I CAN'T believe I'm ALLOWING this to be happening. My God!! WHERE is my will-power? WHERE is my common sense? WHY CAN'T I STOP THIS, NOW?"

"Joan, I think you're starved for attention. I think you AND your body are hungry... hungry for someone to show that they appreciate you."

My tongue began flicking her ear lobes.. and I began bestowing tiny kisses and licks to her neck... as I murmured... 

"I think most of us fall into a rut... some deeper than others. A rut where we tend to take our partners for granted. In our quest for the almighty dollar... and with the hectic pace... we lose track of each other's needs. It's only natural that you, and I too, should feel appreciated... to want to hear those seldom-spoken words of praise... to feel that we're still attractive and sexy. Then again... at times it feels especially satisfying to hear them from someone else, other than your spouse. You wonder if your spouse is merely going through the motions... telling you what you want to hear... butt you know the feeling's not there."

Turning in my arms, Joan eyes meet mine... as I feel a hand tentatively grazing the monstrous bulge at my crotch.

"Ummmmmm. This really feels like I'm appreciated. I know I've let myself put on too damn many pounds... and I just haven't had the incentive to try to take 'em off. I've acquired quite the fat ass, and I really don't understand why you think it's so sexy, but, I'm so glad you do."

Her grazing touch of my bulge now turns into a grasping and squeezing, and I pull Joan closer against me... feeling her spiked nipples digging into my lower chest. Reaching behind her, I begin caressing her ass cheeks... 




The Pool



"Baby, I'm not like most other guys. An ass like yours turns me on like no other kind. From the first time I saw it... all I wanted to do was love it... and make love to it. I've wanted to fondle it... hug it... put my face against it and kiss it and lick it all over. I wanted to nibble it... and run my tongue up and down in between your luscious mounds. And to be perfectly honest with you, I wanted to be able to lick your asshole... and maybe even INSIDE it. I fantasized about what it would be like to suck on your titties. After seeing you at the pool... I'd come back here, with your image fresh in my mind, and take my dick in my hand, just as you're doing now, and... "

"And jackoff? You mean you'd see me... and come back right here and jackoff while thinking about ME?"

Her hand moved inside my trunks and began a very slow jacking motion on my cock. My hands grasped the sides of her suit and began to slide it downward... and dropping to my knees, I kissed each area of flesh as it was being uncovered. Joan's fingers were in my hair holding my head... as the peeling suit kept exposing more and more flesh... and my lips and tongue kept kissing and licking. As I've said... Joan was not a small woman, and at 155 pounds... there was quite a bit of flesh to be licked. I suddenly realized that I still hadn't sucked those pointed nipples... but, knew that I'd be doing just that in just a few minutes.

Finally the suit had cleared her abundant hips and fell to the floor. Without any preliminaries, I buried my face into her luxurious reddish colored forest.

"OH MY GOD!! You h-h-have no idea h-h-how long it's been since anybody's d-d-done that to me."

"No, darlin', I don't. But, you'd better believe that it's gonna be done right. Here, let me help you sit right up here on the counter."

I had her seated on the edge of the counter next to the sink... and leaned her back a bit.. so my eyes could finally partake of the beauty of her breasts. Not melons, and not peaches, they were probably more like medium-to-small sized grapefruit. The crowning glory of her titties were the aureoles and nipples. Much larger than silver dollars, her aureoles were a very dark brown in color... a tremendous contrast to her fair skin. In the center of these were a pair of the largest nipples I had ever seen... which in their now-erect state... had to protrude at least an inch.

"I've always been ashamed that my circles and nipples have been too big. They're ugly."

"Oh NO, Joan... they are anything butt ugly. They are simply gorgeous. Why on earth would you be ashamed of them?"

"I dunno, Wally... probably because Art, Art's my husband, has paid so little attention to them since we've been married. He almost acts like I don't even have breasts. His idea of foreplay and sex... is one long kiss.. then I'm supposed to just spread my legs, or get on my knees... and be ready. The whole thing might last four minutes at the most, then he jumps up or falls asleep."

As my hands reach out to savor the touch of her mammaries... and my face gets closer and closer... 

"Excuse my language, baby... butt, no fucking wonder you're starved for some of the right kind of attention. And today... you're gonna get it!"

Her left nipple was my tongue's first target... as I swirled it around and around... flicking back and forth, and up and down... before taking it into my mouth a little at a time. Soon the nipple was stabbing the back of my throat, as I had taken a mouthful of her succulent tittie... and was sucking it, as I haven't done in years. While doing this... my cock was brushing the upper areas of her bush... and her hips were doing a little involuntary bucking motion in an attempt to feel more of my manhood. Her hand resumed stroking it... taking the pre-cum that was oozing from the pee-hole, and rubbing it around my "li'l soldier's" helmet.

I moved my attention to her right tittie, giving it the same licking and sucking as the other one... as Joan pulled on my cock, positioning it between the sopping wet outer gates of her garden. Reluctantly I released her boob... 

"Wait... Baby... there's a lot more lovin' to come first."

"NO... NO... NO!! I want THIS... NOW! The rest of the lovin' can come later... right now... I am too damned hot to wait. PLEASE... do it to me now! PLEEEEASE!"

With a little grin... I asked... 

"Do WHAT to you now, Joan?"

"For God's sake... put it in me and DO it!"

"Do WHAT? Can't you even say the word? It may not be nice to use that word most of the time... but, right now... would be appropriate. DO WHAT TO YOU, BABY?"

Her hips were bucking faster now... as she tried like hell to pull me into her... 

"OHHHHHH... DAMN YOU... YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN... DO IT TO ME, OKAY? OH... FUCK ME!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! I need to be FUCKED! I need to feel your thing in me!

"Okay... we have the, FUCK ME, clear now... but, honey... I don't have a "thing". What is it you want in you?"

Joan's hands when to my ass.. grasping and trying to pull my thing all the way through her portals.

"WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME USE THESE WORDS!!"

"Because there are certain times that you NEED to use them, Joan. Now, I'm just as hot as you are... so tell me what you want."

"I want all of your... your... your... COCK, your DICK in me. I want to feel it filling my, my, PUSSY!!And I want you TO FUCK ME!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK THE HELL OUTTA ME! WILL YOU PLEEASE FUCK ME NOW?"

Having heard the words AND the urgency in them, I relaxed and let her pull me further through the waiting lips... and slowly inside her hot, tight pussy. And it was surprisingly tight for a woman her age who had three kids. Butt, the wetness allowed my dick to slide in fairly easily.

Once my balls were against her ass, I paused to let us both enjoy the sensation of the moment, the feeling, the joy of having her pussy full of me,. and me, the incomparable pleasure of feeling my cock totally enveloped in her love-nest, feeling the muscles of her pussy contracting around it, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Her hips were trying to buck upward, and I felt the spasms that started to wrack her body. Then the low moaning that was replaced by the sounds of an orgasm in progress, which were getting louder and louder by the second. Joan's ass was thrashing about on the counter, as I started to fuck her. Pulling it almost all the way out, then easing it back in! Then the in-and-out motions grew faster and faster, 'til I was slamming my cock into Joan.

Her legs wrapped around my ass, and her hands around my neck, as her mouth sought my lips. Then we kissed for the first time. And what a kiss it was, our tongues moving like wild animals inside each other's mouths - tasting, sucking, biting, sparring, trying to see how deeply we could plunge them into each other. One of my hands went to her right tit, while the other grabbed a handful of whatever ass cheek wasn't bouncing on the countertop.

Another round of shudders and spasms came over Joan, far surpassing the first, and I have never felt such squeezing on my dick as her pussy was doing at the moment.

Harder and harder! My pistoning hips were plunging my hot, hard cock into her starved cunt. Faster and faster! In and out, in and out, in and out! Faster and faster and faster, 'til I knew I could hold back no longer. I felt the gobs of cum pressing against the dam, seeping over, then breaking it. Once unhindered, the boiling cum rushed forward, much like the raging whitewater on a river, and I reached that state of total helplessness, of being conscious of only one thing, the spasms that were now playing havoc with my own body. Feeling the cum bursting through my manhood, I was paralyzed with my cock buried to the hilt inside Joan, as it spurted forth into her.

At that moment, I was cognizant of Joan's screaming into my mouth. Thank God our mouths were together, or I'm sure her voice would have brought other tenants knocking on my door, wondering if there was bodily harm coming to someone inside.

My cum kept cuming in streams into her pussy, 'til at last it began to subside, and I resumed stroking inside her. Her ass was now sliding around on the counter, made wet from a combination of my cum mixed with her cum flowing out of her. Our mouths parted as we were both desperately trying to catch as much air into our pounding lungs. Our eyes met and I saw a look of pure lust in her green eyes... and the look of a freshly well-fucked woman.

We remained in each other's arms, though she unclasped her legs from around my ass. As our heartbeats slowly returned to a more normal rate... our lips explored our faces... and our fingers were on their own expeditions.

"Wally, I know you won't believe this, butt that is the best love-making... er... make that, FUCKING, I've EVER had! I never, in my wildest fantasies, thought I could have such intense orgasms. In fact, I've never, ever, had over one orgasm. And today I had not one, not two, but THREE! ,It's really unbelievable!"

"What time is the very latest you have to be home? And, won't your mom be worried about where you are?"

"As far as mom goes, she won't worry, 'cause I have my own pool key, and since I usually park on the street, and not in the lot, there are lots of times I just come to the pool without even going to mom's, or I just leave the pool and go home."

"Okay... "

"Now, as to my getting home, my neighbor has kids going to the same school as my three... and she's picking hers and mine both up today, and taking them all to her house for a little birthday party for her daughter. They won't be home 'til about five or so, and Art generally gets home about six. But, lately he's been staying at the office 'til nine, ten, eleven, at night. I really think he's meeting someone, or doing it with someone at work, but don't know it for a fact. Why do you ask about what time I have to be home?"

I kiss her tenderly and passionately on the lips, before answering... 

"Because, Ms SweetCheeks, the number of your orgasms isn't going to stop at three, today! That's why! And since it's not quite one o'clock yet, we're about to see just how many you can have!"

Joan and I then adjourned to my computer room, yes this very room I'm in right now, where I have a fold-out loveseat. After getting the thing unfolded, I was bending over it, arranging a sheet on it, when Joan gave me a hard shove from behind, pushing me over onto my back. She then knelt down beside me, and just stared at my flaccid dick. Sensing that I was watching her stare, she said... 

"Turn-about's fair play. You've been ogling my ass for over two weeks, and now it's my turn to ogle something that has given me so much pleasure. But, he looks so... so... tired, now."

Her hand crept toward my fallen "soldier", and as I watched Joan looking hungrily at it, and her fingers began to caress him, we both noticed that new blood was seeping into him, causing him to slowly grow, and grow, and grow.

"Looks like he was only napping. I do believe he is awakening, don't you?"

"Ummmmm. I have this damn strong urge to do something I've never enjoyed doing before. I've always felt it was a duty, and never ever really wanted to do this. But, now... OHHHH!! Now I WANT To!"

Much like an eagle spotting his prey from above, then zooming down to it, Joan's mouth opened and she quickly engulfed my entire cock. I mean no tentativeness, teasing licking of the head and shaft, no gradually taking it in. NO, she immediately practically swallowed it. Then I saw and heard the voracious sucking of it, up and down, up and down, up and down, the sounds of her sucking ,and slurping filled the room, and he grew harder and harder and harder!

I reached out my hands toward her bountiful ass... 

"Damn, baby, let's turn you around here, no fair that you're the only one getting a feast. I've fantasized about having my face buried between your thighs and ass cheeks. Now I want to taste you. No, dammit, I want to EAT you and drink you love juices!"

I really don't think Joan had ever been in this 69 position before, as she didn't have the instinct to do it as if she'd done it before. I finally had her ass and cunt directly above, and only a few inches from my face, and Joan had never taken my cock from her sucking lips. Finally she did, just long enough to say... 

"PLEASE don't pinch me, Wally. Because, I must be dreaming that all this is happening, and if I am, I don't ever wanna wake up! Damn! Is this is a day for firsts, or what? I've never let Art cum in my mouth, I've always thought it would be so... so... so NASTY. But, today I WANT to taste cum. I want to taste YOUR cum! I know I'm talking like some two-bit slut, but can I taste your cum today? I mean, I want you to actually cum in my mouth, and I still want you to fuck me again. Do you think we can do that... or will he be too tired?"

"As much as you you turn me on, honey, I think that we just may be able to accomplish that. Right now, though, I'm ready to dine!"

We both proceeded to give each other the most pleasurable oral sex that I think either of had ever experienced. My tongue quickly found her "happy-button", and within minutes, my licking, nibbling, and sucking, had Joan over the edge and into the land of orgasms, again. She was still licking my dick when my tongue found her rosebud. Her mouth literally screamed around my cock, as I rimmed her, then slowly inserted my tongue through her tight sphincter, and began to tongue-fuck her asshole.

The orgasm resulting from my tongue-fucking her anus, almost drenched me, her love juices poured out ,and down on my jaw, trickling down my neck. I withdrew my tongue, and moving my mouth to her thatch, I drank her liquids, sucking and sucking. Her orgasm, and her continuous mouth-attention to my rod, had me on the brink in no time. Without any warning to either of us, I erupted, spewing cum into her waiting mouth and throat. Not only was Joan having me cum in her mouth... but she was swallowing it, and trying to suck more and more out. When she had the last drop between her lips, she collapsed on top of me, with my face still between her thighs.

We must have dozed for a half hour or so. When I regained consciousness, Joan was again lavishing licks and kisses on my deflated staff of life. She finally rolled over, and I moved around and up beside her. She smiled lazily at me, and said.

"YUMMMMEEEEE! I LIKED THAT! There's no way I'm gonna let that asshole, Art do it, but I certainly hope we can do it again, and again, and again."

Well, I kept my word to Joan. We did indeed, fuck again that afternoon. That time was from behind, with me holding on to that big magnificent ass of hers, and pounding my cock into her pussy. Since I'd already cum twice, I was able to fuck her in this position for a good thirty minutes before again emptying my balls into her hot wet pussy.

We showered together, lovingly soaping every inch of each others bodies, then she put her swimsuit back on, wrapped her towel around her, and we headed to the door. I took Joan's hand... looked into her eyes, and asked... 

"Now what? Where do we go from here? Was it really good enough that you want seconds? Do you think you'd want me to, 'do it to you', again?"

She squeezed my hand, then my crotch, kissed me lightly on the lips, and said... 

"UMMMMmmmm. Seconds, and thirds, and fourths... and for as long as you want me, you can't 'do it to me', but you can FUCK ME anytime we can get away from our spouses! And, since you seem to adore my ass so much, there's one more 'first' I think I'd like to try. I have one more hole, that your tongue's been in, but THIS hasn't. Ohhhhhh Yesssssssss, if we take it very slowly and gently, I think I'd like that very much!"

"What, Joan?"

"Wally, I'd love for you to fuck my ass next time. It's a virgin ass, but I know you'll take it very slowly at first."

"Oh, Joan, yes, yes, yes, I'll be very gentle with that beautful ass, and I know that we'll both enjoy it a LOT. So, next time, make plans to get butt-fucked, ok"

With that said, Joan grinned, nodded, and headed out the door, down the steps, and out the walkway. She must have known I was still watching her, for as she was walking down the sidewalk. Without even turning around, she quickly raised the towel above her ass, affording me still one more glance at that truly gorgeous ass. Then the towel dropped. That glance, along with this afternoon's interlude, would have to last me 'til Monday. And, I guess if the bitch-wife gets in a lovey mood tonight, I'd just have to have a headache. ;-)

A woman's nice round ass is a thing of beauty, but if it's encased in some very clinging material, such as panties or a swimsuit, watching it move while she's walking... is... POETRY IN MOTION!!



The Pool



Fooling around in a pool can be so exciting...fucking in a pool is even better...the best time is at night when the water seems to glow and bodies create beautiful silhouettes.

The water is warm and the air seem so cold once you are in the water...my breasts float and bob in the gentle waves...We embrace...our skin is so hot and the heat transfers between us. My nipples react to your closeness, they are hard as stones aching to feel the warmth of your breath and your soft tongue circle around them gently. Our hands travel through the silky water and find each other. Our skin tingles at the feeling of warm touch to through the cooling water...I run my hands over you feel your strong shoulders and arms as they hold me tighter. 

Your warm breath on my neck...we share a kiss of complete passion...tongues searching and dipping. I feel your hands travel down my back and up and around to my floating breasts.... "Oh", I gasp as you gently rub the nipples with your thumbs...you lift my breasts from the water and first circle your tongue around the brown puckering areola...I whimper and squeak the moment you flick my nipple with your tongue. You kiss, lick and suck the soft skin between my two large globes. Your mouth engulfs and suckles my left breast as your left hand begins to massage and flick across my other breast. Your mouth switches sides. I shudder as I have the first of many climaxes to come.... We float around the pool. 

My legs wrapped around your waist...I can feel you stiffen as our pelvises rub and grind together...your hands grab my ass and pull me hard on top of you and you slide right up inside me...I catch my breath and shudder again...we float like this... connected... I begin to flex the muscles inside me. Continually contracting and relaxing the muscles inside it's so nice and you are thoroughly enjoying my show of vaginal strength. You smile and lean in to kiss me more urgently...stopping to whisper in my ear how you are feeling and what you want...with every word I begin to grind harder into you and develop a slow rhythm. 

Your body responds to mine in kind. I feel you pulsing and throbbing, your hips meet my every thrust with one of you own as our bodies begin to crash together. We laugh, we can hear and feel the waves we are creating as they splash over the edges of the pool...We turn our attention back to our exquisite union...The intensity is heightened and the rhythm is furious as I scream your name to slam it in harder, harder!!! At the moment of our furious peak I feel your body stiffen and your muscles contract. I lose control and howl with the pleasure as the wave of my orgasm crashes in to yours.... we continue to float together in the afterglow - the water is so warm between our bodies...

As the glow subsides we play in the pool splashing and dunking each other playing like little kids a few friendly laps to see who wins...then comes the challenge two laps up and back twice the winner is to be serviced by the loser... we get in position 

"On your mark, get set...Go!" I start us off.

At first the race is close we are pretty even through the first lap...then as we head into the next lap suddenly you stop and watch me head across to the other side...I look for you at the other side but your not there... 

"Hey slow-poke! Two laps...I'll wait and we'll race the last part" 

"Nope," you say "I'm waiting for you to finish, you win...I lose...I have a job to do so get your ass back here!" 

"I don't think so," I chuckle back "you haven't lost yet!" 

"Oh yes I have, so hurry up and claim your prize..." 

"Oh really" I laugh, "If I don't finish, then no one wins...see ya!" 

With that I pull myself out of the water and run for a towel...its freezing as I run for the inside...laughing you follow suit and get out wrap the towel around your waist and head inside behind me... 

"I guess we are at a stalemate...neither side will budge... how about detente?" I ask and drop my towel as you walk into the warmth of the room. 

I wrap my arms around your neck and we lock in a deep passionate kiss. I take the towel from your waist and begin to dry you off...your face and hair down to your shoulders and back. I take a nip at your butt cheeks on my way down to dry your legs... 

"Hey easy girl!" you feign annoyance. 

I get back up and dry your chest and slowly work my way down your stomach being careful not to brush against your softened member (shrinkage is not a problem with me. I love to suck on a soft cock and feel it grow with the coaxing of my hot mouth and soft tongue.) I am so careful while drying off your cock. I know it is still a little sensitive from the chilly run into the room. I take it in my mouth so soft and small and gently begin to work.

I am getting so excited feeling the blood fill your cock as it grows and stiffens then hits the back of my throat. As I suck you put your hands on the sides of my face and lead me away from your growing source of concern (for me anyway) and bring me up for a deep searching kiss and a groping of my ass...

But, I am not done and I wriggle out of the kiss and go back to your stiffening rod. I am breathless and flush and very, very wet. I'm dripping down my leg in fact. Ohhhhhh, I love to suck your cock.

I hear you groan as I suck with greater pressure. Your put your fingers through my hair and put your hands on my head to help me go at the right pace...I am getting so worked up listening to your breathing and feeling your shaft beginning to tense up as you near another explosive orgasms...We come at the same time, mine from the pleasure I know I am giving you...After you come and I swallow everything you have...Your knees go weak and you end up leaning heavily on my shoulders as I continue to gently suck and clean you up...after some recovery time... 

"My turn!" you announce, "If you don't beg for it sincerely and whole-heartedly I'm not going to stop and give you what you crave" you have that mischievous grin on your face again you smug bastard.

You lead me to the bed and playfully push me down. "The rules are simple" you state, " You must keep your hands on the headboard anywhere on the headboard at all times. To remove your hands means I have to begin the entire process all over again..." you ask if I understand the rules of our "Little Game". 

"Oh yes..."I say intrigued. 

"You can ask for things to be done but they will only be done at my discretion..." you continue, "are we clear?" 

"Oh yes...Please begin..." I state matter-of-factly, and slightly sarcastically (that would be the last wise-ass crack I would make that night...) You leave the room and return a short time later...you are careful to hide what you've got with you and jokingly chastise me for trying to look... 

"Are you ready?" you ask and I stare into your eyes with a smoldering look of desire and nod yes, "Good...keep your hands up and close your eyes..."



The Pool



It was just another hot weekend, the winds just didn't help much and when it's that hot out there is really not that much going on, so I was looking forward to a boring Saturday night even as the phone rang. 

I said, "Hello" but didn't get an answer. 

I listened to see if maybe it was an obscene phone call but I couldn't get that lucky lol. I said again,

"Hello, if you want to talk you got to say something." 

I waited and again, nothing; but there was something going happening on the other end of that phone so I shut up and listened for a moment. I could hear a light humming on the other end.

The sounds of someone happy, humming a song? 

Yes, a radio playing soft, sensual music and the humming kind of matching the music. And another thing I could hear was water, moving water? Splashing? I wasn't sure who it was or what they wanted as I was trying to put together what was going on. 

I must have really been into it as I jumped like a teenager at a Friday the 13th movie when I heard your voice. 

"I want you. 201 China Grove Ave."

I didn't recognize it but as fast as it was said you were gone. I sat there for a minute still trying to figure this out. But not for long. 

I went down stairs and fired up my bike and rode to 201 China Grove. It was only about 15 minutes from where I live, but with the thoughts of what I heard, those 15 minutes were long ones. 

I have been on this street a few times doing work on some of the houses, painting, building decks for the back yards, 

so I have seen a lot of them on the street but I didn't remember having seen that address, it just didn't register with me. 

When I made that final turn on China Grove I started looking for the address. As I came to the end of the street there was a lone mailbox... 201 was all it said. 

Now I know why it never sounded familiar as my jobs were 

further up the street and this one at the very end. I just had never come down this far. Also the property was surrounded buy trees. 

I mean TREES. The Black Forest in Germany would be impressed with the ones that covered this property. They were like a fence. 

I pulled my bike in the drive and rode the ¼ mile up it till I came to the house, nice, big, well lit. I was walking to the door when I heard the same music I had heard on the phone. It was coming from the back yard. I walked around the house till it come into view. 

That's what I heard. 

I looked and saw a huge in-ground pool in the back yard. That's what the water was. As I was standing there I saw you leaning back along the wall of the pool. Your arms were outstretched along the sides with your head laying back on it. 

"You got here fast, come on in." I heard you say. I walked on in to the edge were you looked up at me. 

"My name is Beth. I've watched you these past months doing work around the houses in the neighborhood."

Mmmm...

I was getting a little excited as I watched your lips form the words and at that moment I wanted to kiss those lips so bad. I could just feel them on mine. I guessed your age as in your early 30's; long dark hair 

and even in the light around the pool and in the pool I could see those soft blue eyes you have. 

"I got your number from one of my neighbors. I told them I needed some work done, but I really just wanted to see you and hope you would come by for a swim."

Well, I have to tell ya, this was flattering and I would have loved to dwell on it more but for one reason. As you finished saying that you turned and pushed from the wall to swim away and I could see that you were bare ass naked. That hair flowed across your back and your sweet ass would have made sharks envious as it broke the plain of the water. You sure don't have to slap me in the face to get my attention. I slid out of my clothes and slipped into the water. I swam over to be where you are, your arms back along the wall and your legs up along the surface, playfully kicking them to keep them there. As I got there I wanted to see you in all your beauty so I hopped up on the wall. I could look down and see your tits and nipples breaking the water. I was sitting there on the side when you turned around and placed you elbows on my knees. 

Well, there I sat with my hands across my lap trying to keep my cock from growing anymore with the sight of you, and now here you are just inches away from it. You look up at me and slide my hands away as you kiss my thighs and inch closer to my now throbbing cock. As your lips kiss the head I shiver, not from the breeze but from the excitement in the air of what is about to come this night. I watched as your hands grasped my cock and it disappeared between your lips. Slowly moving up and down the hard shaft tongue teasing it, rolling along the sides of it. It jerks from your hands when you run the tip of your tongue under its soft rim. 

As I dip back into the water I slide your legs around me and

take your face in my hands. Looking deep into those blue eyes I lean down and kiss you and feel those hot lips against mine, feeling your hot tongue part my lips and come into me. 

Mmmm

I sucked it softly as I felt your legs wrap around me. I could feel your nipples pressed against my chest. 

No, no baby this is going to fast, I don't do things this way. 

I broke from your lips and slide my hands around to grab your ankles, I then slide back to just at the ends of your feet. You have that hurt look on your face. 

"No darlin," I tell you. "It is not you. You have made this a special night for me." I see you smile. "I want it to me something you remember baby and this is gonna take a while." 

Holding your feet in my hand I look down at them, mmm baby, cute toes all painted red and looking oh so sexy. My hands slide up and down your legs and I place your feet on my chest, with those cute toes in reach of my tongue. Licking them I slide my hands up and down your legs.

Mmmm so soft and smooth they are. 

As I place them up across my shoulders I slide down in the water, my beard sliding along your inner thighs. I stop just short of your sweet pussy. At first I could not take my eyes from yours. But now I look at what is just inches below the water. My hands slide under your hot ass. I can see your shaved pussy before me. The soft glow from the under water lights allow me to see the smoothness of it. 

The way your lips protrude out in a way I can't wait to feel between my lips. I part your legs and move between them. Reaching above you I grab the glasses of champagne you have there. As your legs wrap around my waist to steady you, I look into your eyes and we toast glasses, sipping the sweetness.

I lean down and kiss your lips, the taste of champagne still on them. I run my tongue across them, sucking your bottom lip between mine. I pull back and look deep into your eyes. I kiss you hard, passionate as my tongue parts your lips and finds yours. You can feel the excitement your hot kisses bring to me as you feel my throbbing cock up against those sexy ass cheeks; kind of gives you a place to sit uh? 

I lift your ass up and those smooth thighs break the water. I see in your eyes that you can't wait to feel the pleasure you will be feeling. I start kissing your thighs closer and closer to your luscious pussy. I take your legs and slide them up and over my shoulders so I feel them down across my back. As you move them back and forth across it turns me on so much. 

Leaning down I run my tongue around your navel, teasing the piercing you have in it. Moving down I feel the bottom of my tongue roll across 

your hard clit. I run back up and down it, gently back and forth and it seems to get harder with each pass. 

As I slide my lips around it, sucking it between them, your hands run through my hair, guiding, grinding me into you. I feel the hair from my beard up against your hot pussy. Sliding my head down in the water, I lean back a little with my neck back inside your bent knees. 

I run my fingers across your lips, feeling them slide between them, rubbing your clit with the tip of my finger before sliding it down between your lips. It feels so good to press between them and slip inside you. The way you pull towards me with your legs, pushing and pulling my fingers inside you. 

Sliding them out from your lips I bring them to mine, tasting them, feeling your hot juices still on them. Hmmm baby you're so good. 

I love to see your sweet, shaved pussy with your lips swollen like they are. I lean over and suck one gently between my lips before sliding my tongue between them feeling you sucks it inside you. 

I like when you fuck my tongue the way you hips swing and sway on my face. Don't cum for me yet baby, I want to feel my hard cock inside that wet pussy. I stop and pull you up to me, kissing you as I side step in the pool. You don't notice but you will. I keep on moving till I feel it. I stop and slide that sweet ass down across my hips and just then I see it in your eyes, hehe you feel it now uh? 

Just as I take my cock in my hands and start to rub it against

your wet pussy we both feel the water jets from the pool.

Mmmmm fuck that feels good!

It is coming right up between my legs and across your pussy and ass. Feel it baby? As my cock slides between your lips and your ass settles down on me, I grab you and move your hips back and forth. Your pussy sucks my cock like no other between the water rushing across us and the feeling of your lips sliding up and down my hard cock, squeezing your ass and pulling you deep toward me. 

The water is rushing across my balls and cock and rushing against your sweet pussy and throbbing clit. My balls slapping in the water against your sweet ass mmmm water splashing every where as I see in your face and hear from your lips you cum so intensely. Fuck yes baby cum for me. 

I feel your hot cum against my cock and it feels so good as my cock still drives into your pussy. I tell you I am so close to coming that your pussy and the water is making me want to explode. You stop and move from my grasp. You give me that look as you take a deep breath and slide down under the water.

Taking my cock in your hands I feel it slide between your lips as you tongue teases the swollen head. You suck it and stroke it till I can't stand any more. Thank God I am in the water as when you wrapped you hand between my legs and on the back of my ass and your lips went to the base of my hard cock I couldn't take it anymore and I came and came and came 

My, oh my, baby. 

I lift you up, the water running across your face the wetness of your hair in my hands as I kiss you, pick you up and carry you to the edge of the pool. 

"Darlin you just wait, this is only the beginning," I tell you.

I have you in my arms and carry you into your bedroom, where the soft music and candles burn waiting...



The Pool



Having put on a bit of weight over Christmas, I decided to deflate my spare tyre by going swimming twice a week after work. It was a good time to go as it was normally pretty quiet and so I could swim lengths without clattering into anybody. I could also take a breather at the side of the pool and eye up any scantily clad talent without anybody noticing if I got a boner. On my third visit I was surprised to find that the changing rooms were being refurbished and that temporary ones had been built in the adjoining gymnasium. They were much the same as the normal ones apart from the fact that they were only made of thick canvas.

I had my swim as usual, followed by my talent search. There was only one very tasty looking woman. She was about thirty with red hair, voluptuous body and bullet like nipples that poked through her one-piece swimsuit. When she left I then went back to the makeshift changing rooms to get dried and changed. As I dried myself off I had a feeling that I was being watched; and sure enough, out of the corner of my eye I saw a small hole in the canvas between my cubicle and the next one. I put my towel around my waist, but didn't let on that I had caught whoever it was, thinking it might be some kind of pervert. I then got dressed keeping myself covered up and left for a coffee in the snack bar. 

I sat at a table near the exit that also let me see who came out of the changing area. As I sat there, about ten minutes after I had left, the redhead I had spotted earlier walked out. As she passed me by she glanced briefly in my direction giving me a telling look and then left. Nobody else left the changing area for another forty minutes, which confirmed my suspicions that it had been that beauty.

I went back to the pool the following week. As I swam I noticed that the same redhead was also there but I was about ready to leave and did so after another five minutes or so. As I went back to my usual cubicle I noticed that she too was leaving, a few seconds after I was in my cubicle I heard the next cubicle being entered by wet feet. I started to dry myself off aware that she could look in on me, which at first made me angry, and upon noticing an eye peeping in through the hole kept myself covered up. 

As I thought about her looking in on me I started to get turned on and felt that stirring in my cock. I realized I was getting turned on and decided to give her a show. I opened up my towel so that she could see my semi-erect cock and started to wank myself off slowly, all the time imagining her rubbing herself on the other side. As I rubbed my now very stiff seven inches faster and harder I could feel that I was coming, checking that she was still looking on, and hoping that no one else would hear, I let out a quiet groan of satisfaction as I erupted over my own hand. Seconds later I saw light in the tear as the eye vanished. I now felt that I was due a look back at her in return and so took up position. I think she had been waiting for me because as soon as I looked through the hole she looked away as if to pretend that she hadn't seen me when it was obvious that she had. She then returned my favor! 

First she slowly released her lovely tits one after the other from the confines of her one piece. Her nipples were very swollen and very hard looking as she rubbed her palms over them, a little gasp coming from her mouth as she did so. Next she turned around and, bending right over, pulled her costume down her body and let it fall to the floor. She deliberately stayed in this position with her rear end facing towards me and giving me a glimpse of her gash, which looked to be very wet (and I don't think is was pool water!). She then turned back around and sat on the small bench in her cubicle and lifted her feet onto the bench putting her knees in line with her head and giving me a perfect view of her swollen, pouting hole. 

Using both hands she started to rub her clit, opening up her hole for me to see, sliding first one, then two, fingers into her soaking wet hole. As she rubbed herself I noticed her looking out of the corner of her eye to see if I was there, a little smile growing on her face when she realized I was. She played with herself like this for about ten minutes during which she managed to get four fingers inside herself whilst rubbing at her clit furiously. I too was now hard again and wanking myself off in time with her finger movements, which was very fast. 

Then she stopped moving her fingers in and out as she concentrated on her clit, a look of lustful concentration on her face as she started to come. She bit her lip and shook her head as she lost control, her orgasm riding through her body. I too was about to come and squirted my second load against the canvas wall of my cubicle. When I looked back in at her she was just regaining her composure and started to dress, not bothering with any underwear, just a long flowery skirt and woolly jumper. 

I cleaned my cubicle and myself up, got dressed and left. But she was already gone. The following week I arrived at my usual time and saw her sitting in the coffee shop and thought she must have already been for a swim and that I had missed her, so I went to get changed. The new changing rooms were now ready and so I felt better about missing her as I went to enter one of the cubicles. It was quite busy and most of the cubicles seemed to be full but I saw one of the family cubicles was empty and went over to it. Just as I was about to go in I heard a voice.

"Looks like we'll have to share!" 

It was her! We gave each other telling looks and went in, locking the door behind us. We both stood there looking at each other for a few seconds before she grinned and started to unbutton her coat to reveal that she was naked underneath. I then started getting undressed as fast as I could as she pulled a large thick towel from her bag and laid it on the ground before helping me take off my last few garments. We started caressing each other sensually for a few minutes before we both lost our resolve and went at each other. As I rubbed at her moistening hole she started rubbing at my stiffening cock, all the time our tongues exploring each other's mouths. As we kissed each other she pulled me down towards her and eased us down so that she lay down on the floor without letting go of my dick. 

Once we were down she guided me towards her pussy and then let go so that I could enter her. She was so wet and turned on that I slid straight in to the hilt. I got into a good rhythm thrusting into her as her face showed the emotions of pleasure; a big grin erupted as she gasped with each deep thrust. I was thrusting into her for about ten minutes before she started to squeeze her virginal muscles around me. I could feel myself coming as she started breathing harder and erratically as her orgasm started to build. I was considering letting go when she suddenly gasped loudly and dug her nails into my back as she grabbed at me. This was all I needed to send me on my way and I bit my lip as I came gushes deep inside her while desperately trying not to make too much noise. We stayed like this for a few moments silently before she broke the silence.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Helen by the way!" 

Which made us both laugh as I told her my name. We got up and put on our swimming costumes and went to swim. Just before I left the cubicle Helen said to me, "Back here in half an hour then!" But that's another story.



The Pool Accident



Disclaimer: all characters are fictional.

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My name is Nicole and this is my story. It's embarrassing to talk about this to a recorder, but my shrink told me it could help me unwind, maybe get past this at once. I'm 34 years old and I work at a publishing company in Chicago. Suffice it to say... this is incredibly hard for me to say out loud.

When I was in my last year of high school -- God just remembering it makes me realize I was such a young naïve little girl -- I used to work Saturdays at the local YMCA as a lifeguard.

That day was sunny, and I was getting out at 2pm, so my best friend Julianna asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with her. I said ok, I didn't know it was going to be a bad day.

The YMCA gave me a proper one piece bathing suit, the year I made their staff. But that day, this particular bathing suit already had no lining for my breasts, it got old and torn, so one day in a crazy mood I took it out. Since my boobs weren't that noticeable -- or at least to me they weren't -- and I never felt weird in it without the lining for my breasts or my crotch, the suit was just nylon and nothing else. That day my mom took a look at my bathing suit and said it was getting too old for me to wear and that I should get another one. 

I just shrugged it off and went to work. I taught a personal class with this annoying boy who got on my nerves. He was twelve, but really annoying. Well, once when we were over by at least half a foot away from the wall of the pool, one of the other teachers called me to tell me something. The boy thought I was leaving him or something -- as I said he was a pain in the ass -- he pulled hard on the back of my suit and I almost squealed. The crotch had gone into my pussy lips taut and beginning to press hard into my clitoris. I blushed heavily and turned back to him, which turned out to be a mistake as that made a slight rip appear by the bottom. I wince and decided to check the damage when the kid left me alone.

But it wasn't born to be, as I walked by to the stairs at the edge of the pool to help him out -- he was twelve but he didn't know how to swim -- the rip caught on the nail of the metallic stairs so that when I swiftly turned around to get out, the rip became larger and more pronounced. So much that the back and the crotch completely came undone!

There I was at the YMCA pool with only the top part of my bathing suit covering me and below... nothing! I felt flushed and uneasy. What was worse was that I had no hair covering me, my mom in a fit of I don't know what decided to take me to the hairdresser and have her peel my bush off! I was completely nude beneath. My pubes were ready to open up at the least tease and I felt unsure of what to do until I saw that the pool was empty -- or in my panic I assumed this was so and just grabbed my courage -- and left the pool in a rush to the showers.

I opened the door to the locker rooms and snuck in. Opened up my locker and looked for my shorts and my t-shirt. Look around to make sure I was completely alone and took off the rest of my ruined bathing suit off.

It was sure to be uncomfortable riding to the beach and not having a bathing suit at hand to go into the waves.

As I was leaving, I dropped the remains of my old bathing suit into the trash can. Unfortunately, the manager stopped me on my way out and said she needed to talk to me.

She told me that my little streak to the bathroom hadn't gone unnoticed and she wanted an answer. I nervously told her that it ripped when I got out of the pool. I thought I was going to be let go, but she just sighed and told me to get another swimsuit for next Saturday.

I went out and found Julianna waiting for me at the parking lot.

"I don't think I can go to the beach now." -- I told her what had happened to my swimsuit and she laughed.

"Just your luck, Nicole. Tell you what. I have a spare bikini in my bag. You can change on our way to the beach."

I hesitated for a second, but I knew I wanted to go. So I nodded.

Once inside her jeep she searched for the bikini and gave it to me. I gasped when I saw it. It was just two tiny triangles that would just barely cover my nipples and a tiny t-shaped bottom that barely covered my pussy. My pussy lips would hang out, but I knew I had nothing else, so I first took my shorts off and put the bikini bottom on. It tied at the sides, so I didn't have to uncomfortably raise my butt off the car seat. The top was trickier because I had to take my shirt off, but I managed just barely.

Then I put my shorts and t-shirt back on.

But when we arrived, I noticed we weren't really by the beach. We were at a pool party. Melissa Evans' pool party to be exact. I couldn't bear it, but knew I had no choice.

There was beer and some food, but I only ate some stuff and had one beer. I wasn't much of a drinker anyway. What I didn't know was that even the sodas were spiked. By the time I realized it, it was already too late. 

What I remember most about the party was that every other guy looked at me with desire in their eyes. I mean, the bikini suit was almost indecent, it barely covered me completely. At the least unexpected moment, Julianna called me over to the pool and so I went. I just gleefully jumped in to the pool without a care, not knowing the trouble I'd get into after that.

The splash of the water, made my body tingle, but I only realized later that it was the fact that the thong had penetrated my ass cheeks leaving me looking like I wasn't wearing bikini bottoms -- at least from the side. Another girl, Anne Hawthorne, said we should play Marco Polo. Since I was happy due to the sodas and the one beer I had, I didn't think of it and said why not. Soon the guys were racing towards me and I ended up being carried away.

I was too carried away that I didn't notice that some guy had grabbed the ties from the side of my bikini bottom and pulled it loose. When I swam away from another potential grabber, I didn't feel that the thong was loose. As I was jumping up and down, someone pushed into me hard. I also didn't notice that this was meant for me to lose my top too.

After a few minutes I felt completely liberated and when Anne called me over to the edge of the pool so I could take a can of soda, I didn't notice that I was naked. I jumped and raised myself half-way out of the water with my legs spread for balance. What a picture I must have been! My pussy lips naked without my dark pussy hair covering my most intimate places, my breasts swinging and out in the open and I didn't even notice!

The afternoon deteriorated after that. I was naked. I was sort of drunk and naked. And then horny.

When I woke up the next day, I was at Julianna's bed. Naked. I didn't remember much about Melissa's party. I stood up wondering where my clothes were. I heard some giggling from the living room and decided grab a towel, but I could find none. Blushing and hoping that Julianna's parents weren't home, I made my way into the living room. There I found Melissa and Julianna giggling at something on the tv. The windows were wide open and I was nervous of getting too close to be seen from the outside. I was so frightened that I didn't notice I was noticed by Julianna's too amorous pet dog. It jumped me and I ended up on my back with my legs stretched open.

"Nicole!" -- said Melissa from the couch.

I was blushing so hard it hurt!

Julianna was laughing so hard and I wanted to cry.

Then Jeffrey -- Julianna's dog -- began licking my sides and I began to gasp because he was tickling me when I noticed that the door was about to open. I stood up panicking and believing Julianna's parents were coming home and there I was standing in the middle of Julianna's living room butt-naked and exposed with nary a way to get something to cover my naked body with.

The person that came in was Julianna's older brother Nathan. I just about died. He looked at me and then at his sister's openly laughing face and said...

"What's going on?"

"It's a dare Nathan." -- Melissa said since Julianna seemed to have lost her reason.

"A dare? Well... it's the first time I like coming home on the weekends." -- he said looking at me.

Then Melissa bade him to sit down and so he did at Julianna's other side whilst she grabbed my trembling hands and made me sit between her and Julianna.

I was naked and sitting in almost plain view of the world outside.

By this time, Julianna had recovered and said with a smile that she was hoping I wouldn't wake up so soon. In my panic I had forgotten I had a headache and I groaned pitifully. Then I took a good look at the screen and went beet red.

There on the TV screen was my body dancing the hula dance, my pussy was open and glistening, my clitoris' hood was up. In essence my entire vagina was in plain view. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know whether I could. 

Melissa rewound it for Nathan's pleasure and I saw it had all been a set-up. The movie started with me getting naked in the pool, then I left the pool in my birthday suit. I was completely mortified when I sat on one of the chairs to drink another beer and decided in the middle of drinking the can that I needed to scratch behind my knee. In doing so, I opened my legs in a certain way that left me open to the scrutiny of all the people who were there.

Later, it showed me pleasuring myself for the viewing pleasure of all the girls and boys at the party. No guy put his penis on me, but they did pleasure me thoroughly.

"Julianna... why?" -- was all I could say in a whisper.

"Well... it's your fault Nicole. If you hadn't flirted with Joey at the last football game, I would've not done this. By the way... since I know you like my brother so much, I'm pretty sure Nathan won't mind giving you that first time goodness."

Melissa laughed and laughed.

:-:

Nathan didn't have sex with me. He -- at first and like every male you'd know -- took his fill in staring at the film on the tv and did stared at me whilst I was sitting between my so called best friend. But afterwards when time kept running and it was obvious his sister wasn't going to give me anything to wear, he shook his head in disgust and gave me one of his long sleeves shirt. I was totally humiliated. Not only the people in the party had seen me naked and used me sexually -- even if there wasn't any penetration -- but come Monday the whole school would have seen the film too!

He drove me home in silence. He didn't say a thing and I hoped to God that he wouldn't try to comfort me. So I quietly thanked him for bringing me home and said goodbye.

I never did see him again.

I didn't tell my mom why I wanted to change schools, but she accepted my wishes and made the exchange.

I hoped to God that Julianna and Melissa would get their just desserts someday. I heard that Graduation night provided that easily for them. Nathan hadn't been such a bad guy after all.

The end.



The Pool Boy



I walked around the front yard to the backyard fence and opened it like I normally would. This house was my last stop of the day and I was tired. It was mid-afternoon, about 100 degrees and I was hot and tired and ready to go home. I am not a well-built guy, but I am 6'2", tan of course, dark hair, brown eyes, and medium build. My work uniform consists of board shorts, my company t-shirt and running shoes, just because they are light and if I get them wet oh well. 

The pool wasn't that big, but it was my favorite house to stop at just because of the beautiful woman that rented the house from the owners. I have never talked to her, and I have seen her once walking around inside the house. Today she was outside sun-tanning in a yellow-bikini that did her no justice. She was about 35 years old, 5'6", tan, small toned body, and her breasts were a nice apple size, not too big and not to small. I gave her my hello smile and nod and she did the same. 

I started to do my work, check my chemicals and net out the leaves and so forth when she says to me, "Hi, my name is Amanda!"

I said, "Hi, I'm Kyle nice to meet you."

It was just friendly banter I usually have with all of my customers. (No pool guy really wants to talk he just wants to get done and get on with his day, especially at the last stop of the day.) I started to notice her watching my every move. I bent over to check the skimmer basket and she looked. I was walking around the pool and she noticeably stared at me. I figured it was just another nosey customer just itching to ask another dumb question that would take an hour of explanation before she understood. I let it go and hoped she wouldn't ask anything but nonetheless she did.

She asked, "How do you check the chlorine level?"

I said, "Oh it's real easy let me show you." I thought can my day get any longer?? I showed her and tried to explain about the drops and colors and everything else, but I could tell it was of no use to her. I made it as simple as I could and she still didn't get it. Finally I gave up and told her you try it and I will explain to you as you do it. 

She said, "Ok, am I doing it right?"

I kneeled beside her and showed her how to do it when she dropped the bottle in the pool and she went in after it. The bottle was in reaching distance, but she fell in on purpose for some attention.

I helped her out and said, "Are you ok?"

She replies, "Yes I am, thank you so much."

As I was standing there with her dripping wet, I was caught staring at her. Her nipples were dark about quarter size, somewhat visible from the wet fabric and yet hard from the cold water.

She said to me, "See anything you like?"

I was embarrassed, but yet turned on of course from this sight. It is not often I see anyone on my routes or even talk to most people I see.

It seemed like 30 seconds before I said stupidly, "yes, yes I do." I thought did I just say that? What an idiot! Am I in high school again or what?

She took a step closer to me and kissed me on my lips. At first it was soft, wet peck. Then it turned into our tongues meeting in each others mouth and exploring. Her hands were cold and wet and brought my hips into hers.

I broke our kiss to grab some air when I noticed my hard cock was sticking straight out like a towel bar. 

She looked down and said, "My my my, we are just going to have to free that now aren't we?"

At this point I was putty in her hands. We walked over to the lounge chairs and she told me to stand while she sat on the edge of the chair. She untied my shorts and freed my throbbing member. She first put a cold hand on it and grabbed it lightly. She looked at it like it was the most beautiful sunset she has ever seen. Just staring at it and learning every curve, running her hand up and down my shaft very lightly.

She looked up at me catching eye to eye and said, "I want this right here, right now."

The only thing I could do was nod. She new she was in control. She gripped it a little harder and put her soft warm lips on it, giving just a little kiss. Then she blew on it sending shivers up and down my spine. It felt like I was going to explode right there. (I am not too small or too big but about 8 1/4", yes I've measured.) She finally began to suck it twisting her tongue in every which way around my shaft. With her right hand she played with my balls, squeezing them, and the left hand she scratched my back with her nails. I was in ecstasy. I moaned out with pleasure and held on to her shoulders. She let go with her mouth and a spit trail followed to her lips. I wanted to blow my load just seeing that.

I told her, "I want to cum in your mouth."

She replied, "Oh you better!"

I was shocked and getting ready to release my load. At this point she stopped scratching my back with her left hand and began to jack off my cock. I began to move my hips in and out getting her pattern down. She sucked and sucked and jacked me off harder and faster at every chance she got. She dug her nails into my balls and she new I was about to cum. She kept sucking and letting go and then sucking back on it. She looked at me the whole time just glancing down from time to time. 

I watched her every move, sucking in and out feeling her tongue on my shaft and finally I yelled out, "I'm Cumming....ahhhhhh."

She took the whole load with flying colors. She swallowed everything with no drops left anywhere.

She looked up at me and said, "Your turn!"

I told her, "Lay down."

She complied. I was excited this was my first time seeing and tasting her wonderful pussy. I started kissing her chest and she untied her top from the back. I started to fondle her breasts with my hands. I moved one hand off and began to suck on it and nibble on the nipple in my mouth. Her tits were perfect. Just the right size to fit my mouth over most of it. I played with both of them and hearing her moans just gets me even hotter. She started to move her hips up and down trying to grind it into my cock. I wouldn't let her. I finally gave her the teasing she deserved.

I worked my way down and slowly pulled her bottoms off. To my amazement she shaved her snatch. Not a single hair no razor-burn no nothing. I was in heaven. I kissed the inside of her thigh and smelled her wonderful scent. Her clit was already slightly peaking through so I gave it a little lick. She bucked with pleasure, but not wanting to satisfy her just yet, I moved off of it. I inserted 2 fingers very easily. She was soaked from the pool and with her own natural fluids. I licked all around it and finally hunkered down.

She looked down at me and said, "Eat me now!"

I looked up and said, "Hey you teased me now I am teasing you!"

I looked down and started to move my fingers in and out. Slowly at first, and then licking her lips. I started to suck on the lips just below the clit. She was bucking and moaning with pleasure. I would hear the occasional "yes, oh god yes, oh yes" from her and I knew the tables had turned. I went in for the kill. I started to suck and lick on her clit. 

She screamed out, "Oh god yes keep going don't stop." 

I sucked on it and didn't let go. She tasted wonderfully. I was still moving my fingers in and out at a good pace now. I felt the muscles inside her pussy start to constrict. I sucked on that clit and she started to cum. I didn't let go. I felt her cum on my hand and start to run down my arm. I was still sucking and moving my fingers in and out and she came again.

She screamed out, "I'm Cumming, oh yes, oh fuck yes, keep going.....ahhhh." 

After the second orgasm I stopped. Knowing she wanted more. I stood her up and kissed her. She was able to taste her own fluids and loved it. I bent her over the back of the lounge chair and slid my now ready cock in her hungry pussy. 

She moaned out, "Oh yeah fuck me baby."

I told her, "Get ready for the best fuck you've ever had."

I started to fuck her, soft and slow. Then a second later I don't know what came over me, but I was going harder and faster. At one point I smacked her ass with my right hand.

She yelled out, "That's right smack my ass, oooh harder, harder.

I did what I was told I smacked her harder and harder. After a few times my hand began to hurt, but it felt good to her. With my left hand I twirled her hair around my hand and gave it a good pull.

She moaned out in some pain and more pleasure. I was pumping her, harder and faster and smacking her ass, leaving red-hand prints on her right-cheek and pulling her hair. 

I shouted out, "I've gotta cum!"

She told me to cum inside of her. It was about 5 seconds later when I felt her start to cum and that made me start Cumming. I released my load inside of her. Feeling her on my cock, made me cum more than I have ever cum before.

She looked at me and said, "Oh my god, what a great fuck."

I replied to her out of breathe, "Oh yeah."

She then got on her knees and sucked what was left from the tip of my dick. She cleaned me up as best as she could.

She stood up and said, "I'm going to go jump in the pool and clean up, I will see you next week."

I replied, "I will be here early and ready to work."

With that said she jumped in the pool naked and started to clean herself up. I finally pulled up my shorts, got all my supplies and walked out. I couldn't wait for next week to see what we were going to do.



The Pool Boy



I have been married to a great woman for 25 years now. Katie is my high school sweetheart and we spent 7 years together before we got married. She teaches 12th grade at the local high school and I am a self employed contractor.

Katie looks very good for a 48 year old woman. Dark hair and eyes, 5'-1" tall, 130 pounds, full 34B cup boobs with the right amount of sag, voluptuous curves and just the right amount of age lines. She tries to stay fit and does regular cardio workouts. That also helps for the marathon sexcapades we have. She fills out her bikinis quite well and has done so ever since the kids were little. She is not a beauty queen, but she oozes sexiness. While she is not out there flaunting her stuff on purpose, I'm sure she enjoys the attention. After all, isn't that why women dress to impress to begin with? 

Katie and I have had a very outgoing sex life. We have engaged in some swinging, swapping, role playing, using toys, interracial and voyeurism stuff. Neither of us have had any hang-ups with anything we've done so far and we both have agreed to all of it. If we don't BOTH want it, then we won't do it. 

We have in-ground pool in our back yard and it has been our primary source of fun during the summers when our kids were growing up. Now, our kids are grown and out of the house but we still make the most of it. 

Some of our kid's friends were such regulars at the pool, they were like kids of our own and we treated them that way. Even through college, we maintained good relationships with them. Although, in the college years, their hormones were running wild and we noticed it quite easily. We caught a few of the guys really checking her out while she was sunbathing. They didn't realize that they were staring and drooling, but we noticed and had a good laugh. 

Although recently, Katie has mentioned that a couple of the guys had turned into very handsome and well built men. She never really said anything specific, but I think she may have been turned on by 2 of them, both of whom were 22 and 23 at the time. Every now and then, I would get a little extra enthusiasm in bed and it was usually on days when those 2 were around the pool. Again, nothing was said or acted upon, just a hunch that I had. 

A few months back, one of the neighborhood moms and Katie got together for lunch. She told Katie that they were tied for 2nd and Katie asked what that meant. She said that when both of our sons played basketball in 9th grade they had a team sleep over at her house. That night the guys rated all the moms of the 3 high school teams. Out of 40 moms, Katie and our neighbor were tied for 2nd. That was several years ago and they both look back at that now and have a good laugh. However........

One day, a young guy in his early 20's was walking the neighborhood passing out flyers for his new pool cleaning business. I hate cleaning the pool and now the job is mine since the kids have moved out. I did not hesitate to hire him on the spot. Teddy's first visit would be on Monday. I told him to let himself in the side gate and there would be some cold drinks in the cooler on the patio. Problem was, I forgot to tell Katie about it. 

Monday came and it was incredibly hot. Katie put on one of her skimpiest string bikinis that had the ties on the side and the triangle slide tops that strained to hold her full boobs inside. This was not a suit that she would wear with anybody else around. This was a private suit that only gets seen by me. She was lying out and just sweating away when the pool boy showed up. He around onto the patio to see my hot wife barely covered up by her tiny bikini. She was stunned at his arrival and quickly tried to cover up. 

"Oh shit, I am so sorry ma'am, I didn't know there would be somebody here."

"It's ok, I guess my husband forgot to tell me you were coming. I will let you do your work and just stay over here out of the way."

Katie stayed out of the way and continued sunning herself. At first she seemed a little shy with wearing the extra skimpy suit, but after a short bit, she just relaxed and returned to her lounge chair. It only took her a short time before she was uncovering again and tanning. Teddy did his work in about an hour, grabbed a drink from the cooler and left. 

Later on that day, she gave me a boat load of shit...

"Thanks for telling me a pool boy was coming, I might not have worn something so revealing."

"Sorry Hun, I forgot. Which suit did you have on by the way?"

"The new bright green one that barely holds everything in."

"Do you think he noticed?"

"Let's just say that he had a boner the whole time he cleaned. I don't think he did a good job of cleaning, because his eyes were on me most of the time and not his work." She giggles. 

Again, that night there was a little extra something in the sex. Maybe she does like younger guys after all. Or maybe she just liked being watched. Either way, I started to thinking about it and it sort of turned me on a little. I figured I will let things play out and see where it goes. 

Neither of us said anything about the pool boy during the week. Monday came around again and he showed up as scheduled. Katie had already taken her position on the lounge chair and was already sweating like crazy in the burning hot sunshine. Katie and Teddy said hi to each other and he went right into doing his work. I looked through the blinds that cover the big window facing the pool. Teddy did manage to get some work done before Katie started messing with him. She took a very brief dip in the pool and then got out. She used the towel and dried herself off in the slutty seductive way. She made sure to swing her hips and full boobs for Teddy's benefit. 

After plopping back down on the lounge, she began to oil herself up. Again, the seductiveness she used was just like in the porn movies. It took everything he had just for Teddy not to fall over from excitement. He grabbed a drink from the cooler and sat at the table and took a break. He sat hunched over as if he were trying to hide his erection, which was quite obvious through his gym shorts. 

Eventually Katie went to the cooler and got a drink too. She took a seat next to Teddy and they talked for a while. He was obviously trying to look away as every time he faced her, his eyes would go straight to her tits. Katie is a very genuine person and uses a lot of hand gestures and touching. I'm sure he was getting an eyeful as every time her hands would fly, her boobs would jiggle. 

After a while, Teddy left and Katie came in to change. Later that night, she gave me an earful. Seems as though Teddy has very little experience with girls. And, like any other 20 year old guy, would bang anything he could get his hands on, but the opportunities never come about. He says all the girls go for the jocks and the pretty boys, and the average guys like him get left in the cold. Katie actually felt kinda sorry for him and that's where the good part comes in. 

She proceeded to ask if she could help him gain some experience. 

"Maybe I could just give him a blowjob or hand job. He could feel me up a little and it might help him gain some confidence. Remember honey, you were just like him when we met, except, we had each other and used each other to learn from."

I thought about it a little as she gave me more scoop on his life. I wasn't really absorbing what she was saying as I was trying to picture what the 2 of them would look like together. Sure enough, like the good husband I am, I said yes. The only stipulation was, I get to watch. Again, I received an extra effort in the bed tonight. 

She was giddy all week long thinking about next Monday. We even had more sex that week than normal, but who am I to complain. Monday couldn't get here soon enough and she was getting anxious. Two times, I caught her checking herself out in the mirror while wearing her bikini. It appeared as if she were making sure everything was ok in preparation for her seduction. 

Like clockwork, Teddy showed up to clean the pool. However, he never even got to start as Katie corralled him to the table. They talked for quite sometime and I could sense that she was telling him about her willingness to do some stuff with him. He kept squirming and adjusting himself which just assured that he was getting excited. His facial expressions were worth millions. 

They got up and Katie took him by the hand to the family room. As he walked by, we made eye contact and he looked nervous as shit. I just told him to relax and enjoy himself and to follow Katie's lead. 

They plopped down on the overstuffed couch and looked each other in the eye. Katie took off his shirt and began to caress his chest. His body was tense and she was just trying to get him to relax. She even had to physically push him back into the couch as he was not sure how to interpret what was happening. But it didn't really take him long as nature took it's course and the fun began. 

Katie will not kiss anybody but me on the mouth, so she began elsewhere. She is very good at knowing all the right spots. She began to kiss Teddy's neck on the side and moved to the front with his head tilted back. Her hand traced lines all over his stomach and chest. She moved her tongue to his ear and licked it which put a little smile on his face and tension in his body. 

As her hand moved to the bulge in his crotch, her mouth moved to his nipples. He looked down to watch her lick and suck each nipple and he moaned in appreciation. She grabbed his rigid member through his gym shorts and began to stroke him lightly. She kept kissing, licking and sucking his nipples which just mesmorized him. I guess he has never had that done before. 

He put his arm around her and massaged her back very gently. Again, you could see the hesitation in his movements due to his lack of experience, but he was certainly enjoying it all. Katie released her grip on his cock and made him lift his butt off the couch. They each grabbed a side of his shorts and tugged them off. Katie gasped at the sight of his cock and something that was new to her. 

Teddy's dick was easily 9 inches long and extremely veiny and thick. What really got her attention was the fact that he was uncircumcised, which covered his plum sized dick head. Her eyes were glazed over as she was very intrigued by the whole package. At first, she seemed a little unsure how to handle the foreskin, but it didn't take her long to learn. 

She bent down and dragged her tongue along the entire length of his shaft, from the hidden tip to his balls. Teddy just about jumped up from the chair as she did this. His fingers must have gotten tangled in the stings of her bikini top, because as his hand flew up, the string came untied. Her boobs did not come loose just yet as she was still bent over with her face in his lap. I had to grab my raging hard on and began to rub myself just enough to make it stop aching. 

Katie twirled her tongue all over his erection and Teddy kept trying to bend over to get a glimpse of what was happening. His hand was still all over her back and shoulders and his hips began to rise hoping she would move to the next step. Katie knew it was time and lifted his dick so it was pointing straight. 

His cock was big enough as it was, but Katie's small hands did not even make it all the way around. That just made his dick look even larger. She pulled back his foreskin and took his huge plum sized head into her mouth. She slurped and sucked with slutty sounds and was really getting into it. She took him deep a few times, but could not take the whole thing into her little mouth. 

"I want you to come in my mouth Teddy."

"It won't take long, Mrs. C, I am almost there already."

"It's ok, just don't try to hold it back. Let it go."

Katie resumed with the sucking and stroking. She used one had to jerk him while the other played with his dangling ball sack, which were also huge. She would lift her head up and twirl her tongue around his swollen head as she massaged his big balls. Again, she made sure to make good slutty sounds with the slurps and sucks. Good thing I am not a jealous guy or I might stop her right now. 

Within a minute or two, Teddy's body began to spasm very violently. I don't think he ever had a blowjob quite like this. With one hand still on her back, the other pushed her head down deep onto his pulsing tool. He blasted shot after shot of cum deep into her throat and Katie just swallowed without missing a drop. Katie came up for air as Teddy's body dropped back onto the couch in a heap. 

"Damn that was good, I have never had that happen to me before."

"Well Teddy, we are just getting started. I wanted you to cum so you could fuck me for more than a minute or two. Now you might have some staying power."

"Wow Mrs. C, you think of everything."

Now that Katie had sat upright, her top fell down from the neck, exposing her pendulous boobs. Teddy's dick never did get soft and even hardened up a little more at the sight of her gorgeous tits. Katie lay back and arched her chest out to make sure he got a good view. Teddy's eyes got wide with excitement as he reached down for his first feel. At first, he was wildly rubbing them as he got a little carried away with excitement. But after a moment, he realized that he needed to take his time and savor the activity. 

He caressed her tits with one hand while the other was wrapped around her neck. Katie scooted her ass to the edge of the couch and was now really reclined still with her back arched deeply. Teddy bent over and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Katie let out a little groan and moved her hand to rub thick erect tool. His mouth attacked her milky white breasts as he licked and sucked them all over. 

She spread her legs wide which proved instant access to her very eager pussy. I could see a patch of moisture on the thin material that covered her honey pie. Katie moved his hand down to her covered pussy and Teddy almost shit himself. Again, his body tensed in response to something that was so new and unexpected. But, just like that, he fell right back into the swing of things. 

While his tongue continued to explore her tits, his free hand began to get the feeling of a MILF's pussy mound. He used the flat of his hand and fingers to rub her pussy every so easily. She let out a few moans and groans and fidgeted around with each stroke of his hand. I could see she was dying to untie her bottoms as her hands kept going to the side strings, but it was not working. 

Teddy stopped long enough to remove her bikini top completely. Katie used that moment to rip the bottoms off also, revealing her sopping wet snatch. Her pussy is almost naturally bald with some very little extremely dark wisps of fuzzy hair. Her full thick clit is pierced with a barbell type piercing and her labia lips are the small roast beef style flaps. Her gorgeous tummy is accentuated with a belly button piercing which has a dangling charm. 

Teddy seemed to be on cloud 9 as he looked at her fully naked. He unknowingly had a half smile on his face, with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. 

Katie reached over and grabbed a handful of his man meat and began to stroke away. Teddy responded by using his fingers to flick her cunt flaps around and make her pussy juice up even more. He buried 2 fingers deep into her moist hole and Katie cried out in bliss and inhaled deeply. Her hips poked out to meet his thrust as she tried to help him get his fingers deeper into her. 

Her little hand was giving his immense cock a good workout. His balls would bounce around as she was using quite a bit of force in jerking him off. Just like that, she stopped and stood up and faced him. 

"Time for some fuckin." She proclaimed. 

Teddy had a huge smile on his face and reached out to pull her over. She moved forward and mounted him by straddling his body and kneeling down on the couch. She used her pussy lips to rub his shaft up and down, spreading her juices all over his ready cock. 

He grabbed her curvy hips and followed her pace, by helping her stay down with their parts rubbing each other very firmly. His mouth found her pendulous boobs again and he made sure to suck and slurp on her nipples very loudly. He twirled his tongue all over her thick erect nipples and even bit them every so slightly. Katie threw her head back in ecstasy as he ravaged her awesome titties. 

"That's good Teddy, suck my tits."

Teddy made some 'mmmmm' noises while he sucked and it just kinda made me chuckle a little. 

Apparently, her pussy was wet and open enough that his cock just slid right in. They both gasped in response and then got right into a rhythm of fucking. She wasn't able to take his full length and the thickness of his cock made it look as if he pussy was going to split open. 

Now Teddy really went wild. He grabbed her little waist and began to bounce her up and down very briskly. All her sweet curves were jiggling as he was pounding her pussy from below. She put her hands on the back of the couch and rode his big cock like a true slut. All the while, his mouth moved from boob to boob. I couldn't hold on any longer. I moved to behind the couch and engaged Katie in a very deep heavy kiss. 

She never put quite that much effort into a kiss before. Don't get me wrong, we kiss a lot, with plenty of aggressiveness and passion. But having this kid's cock deep in her willing pussy, just put her into orbit. She bit my lip and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. I'm not sure which one of us was having more fun, her or me. 

Teddy was lasting much longer than I expected. Katie suddenly threw out her first orgasm. 

"Oh god, I'm Cumming. Keep fucking me Teddy."

That made Teddy fuck her even harder which made her cum even harder. I saw her body tense up and her ass cheeks squinched tightly. Her leg muscles began to quiver and her head thrown back in passion. Her whole body then convulsed a gush of pussy juice all over Teddy's cock and balls. 

Katie sat there for a moment and caught her breath, with her pussy still impaled by Teddy's cock. Then she hopped off and dropped down on her knees. She spread his legs and began to lick and slurp up all her own pussy juice from Teddy's still erect tool. Teddy's dick was coated in her warm slick pussy milk and she loved sucking it up. She even got down really low under his ass and sucked his big balls into her little mouth, one at a time. That was the sight that made me move around to her side of the couch. 

I dropped my shorts and knelt down behind her. I rubbed my cock all over her loose pussy lips. Her hips began to gyrate in order to get me to enter her. However, fucking her pussy was not on my agenda. I continued to dick rub her cunt flaps while my thumb rubbed her asshole. At first, she flinched in surprise, but then relaxed. Her anal ring began to relax and was softening up preparing for my entry. 

I spit a glob directly on to her sphincter ring and pushed it deep into her anal cavity with my thumb. She pushed her hips back which made my thumb go even deeper. She groaned in response and I also heard Teddy respond.

"Damn, this is even better than I thought."

I grabbed my aching hard on and guided my head to her puckered little butthole. I pushed my knob past her pulsing anal ring and just held it in place allowing her to loosen up. Katie only let's me fuck her ass on very special occasions and I kinda sensed that this was one of them. The fact that she allowed me to start, showed me that I was right. 

I slowly inched my meat into her tight bung hole as she continued to suck Teddy off again. She sucked his balls very loudly and Teddy was really eating it up. I finally got my full length into her ass. 

"Fuck my ass honey, fuck my ass really hard. Make me cum again."





The Pool Boy



"You got it baby. Teddy, you having a good time yet, boy?"

"You bet Mr. C, this is awesome."

With both hands on Katie's hips and waist, I picked up the pace and pounded her ass into oblivion. As I would pound deep, she would rock forward, deep throating his dick. All she had to do was keep her mouth open, my pounding was creating her up and down rhythm onto Teddy's cock. Katie had one hand wrapped around his thick meat and the other hand was furiously rubbing her pussy. 

My balls were slapping her pussy lips and making noise. The both of them kept moaning and groaning and we all knew that we would be Cumming shortly. Teddy was the first to go. 

"Here it comes Mrs. C, get ready."

He arched his back and removed her hand from his cock. He held her head back so just his swollen helmet was in her mouth. He finish by jerking his own man meat into her open and waiting mouth unleashing his second load of the day. Katie swallowed most of it, but a little dripped from the corner of her lips. 

Katie was next as I felt her hand begin to lose its rhythm and her asshole began to tighten up and spasm. She screamed out her second orgasm and I could feel her juice splash over my ball sack. He breathing became erratic and her whole body became unsteady. That was the deciding factor in how long I would last. 

I could feel my balls tighten up as my cock began to explode. The first shot I put deep into the confines of her hot asshole. I pulled out and shot my second blast of thick steamy goo all up her ass cheeks and crack, with a small glob entering her open bunghole. I stood up a little and placed my third load all over her lower back and tramp stamp. I used my cock to rub all the cum into her skin and even used my swollen head to push the glob back into her butthole. 

We all collapsed in a heap and took a few minutes to catch our breath. Teddy just sat there in a total daze with a look of shock on his face, still trying to make sense of what just happened. Katie threatened his life though. 

"Teddy, I hope you like what just happened. But if you breathe a word of this to anybody, I will rip your dick off and stuff it up your own ass. This is for us to know about and us only."

She smiled at him, but he knew she was serious. 

"You have my word Mrs. C, cross my heart."

Teddy cleaned the pool every Monday as planned. He seemed to walk a little taller after that day. He definitely showed a little more confidence with himself and Katie made sure to keep wearing her teeniest bikinis. That was our only experience with Teddy as Katie said that our job was done. I was somewhat disappointed, but I knew that there would be another time and another day.........



The Pool Boy



Soraia and Amy usually got together about three times a week, ever since they both moved to France to "follow their dream." They would update each other's love lives, catch up with the local news and gossip, and eventually, admit that neither one of them was any closer to tracking down the cunning Jean Val Jean. 

This meeting took place on an unusually warm mid-July afternoon. Amy showed up a bit late at Soraia's secluded villa, but she made up for it by bringing an extra bottle of cabernet. Since the day was so warm, she dressed lightly in a wrap skirt and a floral print bikini top. She gave Soraia a quick hug of greeting at the door, as they always did. Did she just imagine it, or did her girlfriend's embrace seem just a little more intimate? Did her hand linger a bit longer on the bare flesh of her lower back? 

The two smiled and made small talk on the way out to the shaded wooden table by the pool where they liked to talk on warm days. Soraia was dressed in a gauzy blue t-shirt and men's boxer shorts. Her dark areola and perky nipples were clearly visible beneath the semi-sheer fabric, and Amy thought she caught a glimpse of bare flesh up the leg of her friend's boxers as she positioned the first wine bottle between her thighs to screw out the cork. But it was Soraia's own private backyard, Amy reasoned, who would care of notice if they both went completely naked? 

Amy had just poured the last of the first bottle into their glassed when Soraia went to the kitchen to retrieve a snack of grapes, brie and crackers. 

Amy relaxed with her eyes closed in the big cypress deck chair, and in a moment of reverie, didn't hear Soraia pad quietly up behind her with the snack. 

"That looks yummy, Ames, thanks for sharing." Soraia said quietly as she reached over to place the food on the table. 

Amy opened her eyes. "Hmmm?" She looked up, not knowing what Soraia was referring to, until she looked back down and noticed her own left breast had sneaked out of her bikini top and was almost completely exposed. 

She waved Soraia off and put her boob back in its place. 

"You don't need to be so modest, sweetie." Soraia said, flopping back down in her chair. "You could catch some rays out here in the buff if you want. I certainly wouldn't mind. You have a lovely body and I'd enjoy seeing more of it." 

"Maybe...but I'll have to have more wine first," Amy giggled, blushing. 

"Drink up. And maybe this will help get you in the mood. I found some new pics of our elusive target today." Soraia opened the laptop computer on the table and tapped a few keys, then turned the screen toward her friend. "Some nice close-ups in this batch!" 

Amy scrolled through the photographs of Jean Val Jean in various stages of undress in a slideshow of pictures with women who clearly didn't deserve or properly appreciate him, and cooed in appreciation over the series of solo poses of his rock hard abs and impressive package in various stages of tumescence. At some point Soraia came and perched herself on the arm of the chair next to Amy, enjoying both the view on the screen and her friend's reactions. 

Both ladies were startled by the sound of the door chime. 

Soraia hopped up "Who could that be? I'll get rid of them. You can check out the rest...I've already seen them," she laughed as she trotted toward the door. 

Amy snuck a finger down between her legs as she viewed the next photos of the actor's rock hard cock. She pressed against her clit through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Touching herself lightly, she felt a flush of desire. She quickly pulled her hand away when she heard Soraia walking back onto the pool deck. 

"I completely forgot I had put out an ad for a handyman!" Soraia chirped as she led a young man onto the pool deck. "I have a problem with one of the return pipes on the pool...I think it's leaking and I posted for a man to fix it." She took the hand of the young man and attempted to recall the right way to pronounce his name. "This is Armand." 

The man nodded, and repeated the name...it didn't sound exactly like 'Armand,' but it was close. 

"Amy, Armand. Armand, Amy." Amy lifted her hand to shake his and he took it gently and softly kissed the back, keeping his deep brown eyes fixed on hers the whole time. 

"How's your French, Ames?" 

Amy shrugged, "Not so good." 

"Mine either. I don't think his is so good either. Maybe Algerian?" 

"I don't know any Algerian, for sure!" 

Soraia turned to look at the young man and noticed that his eyes were focused on the slideshow Amy had left running on the laptop, still showing pictures of Jean Val Jean in various erotic poses with naked actresses. "Oh, geez Ames! Shut that off!" Soraia laughed as Amy quickly closed the lid. 

Armand looked quizzically at the two friends. Soraia led him to the near edge of the pool where the bubbling pipe was located. She tried to pantomime what she wanted done, and use what broken French she knew to try to communicate with the young man. Finally she nodded with a questioning look. He nodded back, looked over at Amy and knelt down to take off his sandals. Soraia figured he was going to climb down into the pool to look at the pipes, and headed back to chat with her friend. 

As Soraia relaxed onto the arm of the big cypress deck chair next to her friend, Amy's eyes opened wide and she gasped out an excited whisper. "Soraia...I don't think he understood!" 

Soraia turned to see Armand standing next to the pool, facing the two ladies and smiling broadly, pushing his shorts down past his knees. Though the fabric of his t-shirt hung down to cover the view between his legs, it was clear that he was naked below the waist. 

Amy started to interrupt him, but Soraia shushed her. "I want to see this, Ames...don't you?" 

As Armand's shorts dropped to his ankles, he coyly pulled down the front of his t-shirt with both hands to continue to obscure his object of desire. Still smiling broadly, he kicked the shorts toward the table and turned away, revealing his perfectly toned, firm naked ass. He looked back over his shoulder and grinned wickedly as he moved his hands smoothly and rhythmically in front of him. 

"What do you think he's doing?" Amy whispered. 

"I have no idea! But I think we're going to find out." 

A few moments later the young Algerian slowly began to turn around, one hand on his hip, the other on his crotch. No longer holding the front of his t-short to cover himself, the ladies were amazed when his erect member began to come into view. 'Large' wasn't a big enough term. Armand's cock, now in full view, and apparently not yet fully erect, was simply huge. With one hand wrapped tightly around the base, there was still length for another hand, with some left over. 

Both women sighed hungrily at the sight of the young man, half naked and gently stroking his still growing member. He reached down tugged at his descending scrotum as he shook his boner toward the girls. He looked up and smiled, nodding his head upward and saying something neither woman understood in a hopeful tone. He repeated it, and then said "oui?" in an equally hopeful way. 

Amy finally spoke in an excited, breathy hush. "I don't understand a word, but this is making me so hot. How about you, Soraia?" 

Soraia said nothing. She simply rose to her feet, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her boxers, and dropped them to her ankles, kicking them over toward the young man's shorts. Now she, like her handyman, was naked from the waist down, exposing her moist, hairless pussy to his hungry eyes. He quickly achieved full, impressive erection and a glistening droplet formed at the tip. 

In this position, Amy's face was level with and less than a foot away from her friend's beautiful naked ass. In the gap between Soraia's legs, Amy had a clear view of her engorged labia. As the delicious aroma of Soraia's sex reached her, Amy was caught in a surge of animal desire and suddenly insatiable curiosity. Slowly, deliberately she reached forward with her right hand, placed it on the inside of Soraia's thigh, and slowly moved it up, up to her waiting sex. Her left hand slid down the front of her own bikini, and at the same moment, the middle fingers of both hands slipped delicately into the women's moistened folds. 

Soraia reached down with both hands and pressed Amy hard into her, forcing her finger as far as it would go. The two women shuddered together in orgasms unlike any they had ever had, driven not so much by the stimulation, by more by the sudden, unexpected eroticism of the moment, and by the wonderful surprise of the impetuous act of intimacy that consummated months of erotic tension between the two. 

Soraia, unable to stand through her shaking, trembling climax, knelt slowly down and collapsed back with her shoulders against the sill of the French door behind her. She looked up at the young man with a wanton, lusty stare and brazenly opened her legs, pushing the hem of her t-shirt up to expose her perfect breasts. Amy rose silently and pulled the straps of her bikini down to bare her own lovely bosom. She untied her wrap and dropped it along with her her bikini bottoms onto the growing pile of clothes. 

Amy placed her left hand back between her lower lips, touching herself softly as she lay down next to her friend. She reached between Soraia's legs with her right hand and displayed her to the intent gaze of the young man. 

He approached cautiously; somehow still unsure of what the women might want, wagging the head of his heavy cock as he closed the distance. The women smiled and welcomed him with their eyes. He knelt quietly and placed the tip next to Soraia's entrance. She anticipated his penetration, but instead of sliding himself inside, he slapped the tip of his massive tool repeatedly against Soraia's throbbing clit as Amy stroked it. 

Soraia climaxed again, but this time it was a laughing, joyful orgasm that came bubbling forth in waves from her whole body. 

When she was composed enough to talk, Soraia giggled, "Ames, do you think we could remember what I said to him? I want to see if this works on any other Algerians!"



The Pool Boy



Wendy was running late; she grabbed her keys from the hook on the wall and as she opened the door, the phone rang inside the house.

  "Damn it," she swore, turning back around and laying her large purse on tile counter.

  "Hello?" she said, answering with a pleasant voice she had to force.

  "Hey Wendy, it's me," she heard her husband say from the other end.

  "Jeff what is it, I'm late for work," she said, obviously annoyed.

  "Can you pick up the girls today at 4:30 from my mom's?"

  "I really don't want to see your mom right now," she said.

  "Come on, she loves you. I think she still likes you more than me, even though you're divorcing me." She sighed, not playing into his desire for pity.

  "Ok Jeff I'll pick them up. Bye."

  "Wait-"

  "What?"

  "Have you really thought how hard this is going to be on the kids?"

  "Jeff, it isn't about them. And besides, it's better now while their young. Now please, I have to go," she said.

  "Alright, bye," he said as she hung up the phone.

  Wendy sighed again as she picked up her purse and ran out the door to her car.

  She arrived at work a bit late for her first meeting, but the presentation for the execs went off without a hitch. Right as she was about to leave for an early lunch, Samantha from HR came by.

  "Wendy, can you come to the large conference room?"

  "Uh yeah," she replied. She stood up and gave a puzzled look to her coworker Kim, before walking with Samantha towards the meeting room. Sam opened the door for Wendy with a smile.

  It was unusual for her to do that, Wendy thought. She entered to see her boss, and George, the head of HR, sitting down at the long conference table. 

  "Please sit, Mrs. Kamatsu," George said, pushing back his horn-rimmed glasses.

  Wendy sat down at the leather chair in front of them, folding her legs nervously.

  "Mrs. Kamatsu, as I'm sure you're aware, our company has had many trying years, the economy being what it is, and we have looked at many options for cutting cost. I'm afraid that..."

  Wendy's eyes glazed over. She couldn't believe that she was actually getting fired. The next hour was a haze as she signed a stack of documents, got her last check, and then grabbed a few things from her desk, Samantha watching her every move.

  When it was over, and she was on the freeway back home, the pedal nearly to the floor on her BMW X5 she began swearing under her breath unintelligibly. She had thrown her box of personal effects from her desk into the passanger seat and pealed rubber as she had left. Now she was going as fast as she could between cars, weaving between the traffic recklessly. Suddenly she crossed a few lanes of traffic to the off ramp, a red Ferrari honking as she cut him off.

  She turned into a small mall and parked in front of a liquor store. "Fucking unbelievable," she swore, slamming the door closed after she got out of the car. She walked down the aisles towards wine, and picked an expensive merlot.

When she opened her front door, she took off her heels and went to the kitchen. Placing the bottle between her legs, she squeezed tightly, her skirt rising as she struggled with the cork. It finally popped free, spilling a bit on her skirt and on the floor as well.

  "Fuck." After tossing a towel on the floor and wiping up the wine with her foot, she put the towel in the sink and filled her glass with merlot. She took a big sip, and let out a deep sigh. She cried softly, her dark mascara running slowly down her cheeks. She took another drink, and then, bottle and glass in hand, she walked to the bedroom. She set the wine on the armoire and unzipped her skirt, pulled it off to reveal her white panties beneath. She opened the drawer looking for clothes. In the first drawer were some swimsuits and blouses. She opened the next, and then paused, looking at the pants there. She looked outside through the long window over the bed, seeing a clear hot day.

  She closed the drawer she had opened, and opened the previous one again. After rifling through the swimsuits, she pulled out a tiny black bikini and, after taking another drink of merlot, she set it on the bed. Her small fingers quickly unbuttoned her dress-shirt and then pulled off her lacy bra. Her apple sized breasts were perky with brown nipples. After pulling off her white panties, she put on the thong bikini and some dark sunglasses. Then with suntan oil, glass, and bottle in hand, she headed towards the back door to the house.

  "Damn, the pool boy."

  Through the sliding door, she saw a young man outside skimming up leaves with a net. It was the white kid that her soon to be ex-husband had hired. Wendy had always thought he was cute, but she always forgot his name. He looked a little like a guy she had dated in college. He was shirtless, showing a muscular torso he had developed from the summer swim team.

  Wendy set the bottle of wine on the table and opened the sliding door. The pool boy looked to the house as Wendy stepped out with her glass and the suntan oil.

  "Oh hi," she said. "I forgot you came today." The young man turned to see Wendy and looked obviously impressed and nervous at her skimpy swimwear. Her small tits pressed against the triangle-shaped top, and the bottom of the suit was tied low on her hips. He was about six inches taller than she was, and his dirty blond hair had a messy look.

  "Hello Wendy," Ethan said, looking quickly at her breasts and then up at her face. The top she wore left little to the imagination.

  "I'm sorry I forget your name...?"

  "Ethan," he said.

  "Right. Ethan, you sure have grown since I last saw you," she grinned looking at his naked torso. 

  He blushed.

  "I was just gonna go for a dip," she explained, pointing to the pool with her wine glass. "It's so hot."

  "Oh..." the young man said. "Oh umm, you shouldn't go till like... tomorrow. I just added chlorine."

  "Oh that's too bad," she pouted and took a sip of her wine.

  "Sorry," he nodded and went back to fishing the leaves out of the pool with his net.

  She turned to the small table near one of the lounge chairs, and set down her glass. Although her tits weren't big, Ethan admired them out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but notice her supple ass as she bent over in front of him as she set down the glass of wine next the chair. The fact that the swimsuit was a thong accentuated her well-formed butt.

  "Ethan, have you been working out?" she said with a small smile as she turned back towards him.

  "Oh, uh yeah," Ethan said sheepishly.

  "It shows," she smiled as laid down on her back on the chair, sunning herself.

  "Wh... What are you up to?"

  "Nothing really. This hasn't been the best day for me," she said with a shrug and took a sip of wine. 

  "I'm sorry."

  "Don't be sorry," she said. "I decided to come out here and live it up. There's no reason to feel sad. I'm just going to have fun until I have to go pick up the kids. I'm just going to relax." She lifted up her sunglasses and smiled.

  Ethan smiled back.

  "I got fired today," she said with a shrug.

  "Oh...oh shit," Ethan swore. "Oh sorry," he said covering his mouth.

  "Naughty boy," she said with a smile.

  "I'm sorry," he said again.

  "That's ok. Could you put some oil on me?" she asked rolling over and holding out a small plastic bottle.

  "Uhh..."

  "I'm trying to get a good tan," she said.

  "Ok," he said nearly dropping the bottle after he grabbed it.

  He stood over her with the bottle in his hand and squeezed gently. 

  "Here," she said, untying her top so he had full access to her back. He squeezed too much oil onto his hand, filling his palm and hitting the ground.

  Ethan was silent as he pressed his hands onto her back. She responded with sounds of pleasure as he rubbed over her body.

  "Get it all over Ethan," she ordered.

  "Uh, al-alright," he stammered.

  He covered her down to the small of her back. He couldn't help, but stare at her ass, the black thong disappearing between her voluptuous butt-cheeks. As he rubbed the oil on the small of her back, he could feel his dick stirring in his pants. 

  "Oh, that feels good," she moaned.

  He put some more oil on his hands and decided to move from her back to her legs, oiling the back of her knees and down the rest of her smooth legs.

  "Don't forget my butt," she said, playfully wagging it side to side. "Oh I know what will help." She reached down to her bikini and pulled the knots on her hips open. " Could you take that off for me?"

  "Uh...sure," he swallowed.

  With slow hands, he removed the small bikini, peeling the thin strip of fabric from her ass-cleavage. Ethan could see her plump pussy lips as he removed it.

  "Now rub oil over that ass you naughty boy," she said with lust.

  "Uh..." Ethan panted. His hands were trembling at first, but then he approached and grabbed her ass in his hands, pressing the oil across the creamy flesh and rubbing it into her round ass.

  "Ooo, fuck that feels good Ethan," she moaned. "Oh you make me feel so good. Keep rubbing."

  She took her hand and pressed it against Ethan's leg.

  He moved, a bit in shock, but she rubbed him gently.

  "Relax baby," she moaned. Her hand probed up his leg, against his knee and northward. 

  "Uhh... I," Ethan began to say as her hand continued up his shorts. Her hand wasn't too far above his knee when she touched the end of his cock.

  "Woah," she said. "Is that your dick?" she asked in amazement.

  "Uhh... yeah," he responded.

  "Wow," she said.

  Ethan continued to spread the oil, rubbing it gently into the crack of her ass.

  "Mmm, yeah," she moaned. Grabbing the tip of his cock, she moved her hand over the big head which was covered in thin foreskin. "Mmmm, I gotta see it. Come here," she said rolling over. She grabbed his pants and pulled him closer.

  Ethan stared at the dark patch of hair between her legs, and her small brown nipples on her tennis-ball size breasts. Unbuttoning his shorts, Ethan breathed in audibly. 

  She rubbed his crotch gently.

  "Relax baby," she said looking at him with her dark Asian eyes. 

  Then she pulled his shorts and boxers down together.

  "Jesus!" she said, her eyes opening wide. "Fucking God, that's big," she said, staring at the largest cock she had ever seen. Then, looking up at him she took it in her hand. "Damn, you have been growing," she exclaimed.

  Grabbing his cock at the base with her left hand, and a few inches below the tip with her right, she pulled back his foreskin, revealing the large, shiny, pink head beneath.

  "Fuck I don't know about this," she said in almost terror at his size. "Jeez your twice as big as Jeff," she laughed nervously. "But it's been so long," She said with anticipation, licking her lips. "Let me put my hair back," she said, pulling the hair-tie from her wrist. As she put her hair into a bun, Ethan let his eyes wander across her small breasts, which had triangle shaped tan lines. 

  "You can touch them," she said with a smile.

  "I... uh," he said. She took his hands in hers and guided them onto her chest. Caressing her skin, the oil on his hands glided over her nipples; he squeezed them gently.

  "Mmm," she said. "Let me see if I can fit this monster in my mouth." She opened her mouth as wide as she could and shoved his semi-hard cockhead into her mouth. She licked around the bottom, and then pulled it out.

  "Damn that's good," she grinned. 

  With her thick tongue, she licked around the juicy skin below the head of his dick, and underneath his foreskin.

  "Oh shit," Ethan moaned. He closed his eyes as his brow furrowed in absolute pleasure. His dick continued to engorge, growing in her hands.

  "Fuck," she swore. "Damn you're so big," she said looking at the tip of his dick above her.

  His cock was so hard now that it stood up. She pressed it against his torso to see how high it would go. The tip of his dick tapped the bottom of his chest. 

  "Wow," she said, and letting it fall under its massive weight; it smacked her cheek. "Ow!" she said.

  "Oh sorry," Ethan said.

  "It almost gave me a black eye," she said as she watched it bob up and down. A gooey strand of pre-cum stuck to his chest and ran down to the tip of his cock. She laughed, and holding his dick to the side, she kissed the pre-cum from his pectoral, and licked around his hard chest. Wendy could feel a drip down her leg as her warm juices flowed from her pussy in anticipation.

  She held his long cock up again, this time she pressed her lips to his balls. Her tongue wrapped around his fat balls and with a slurp, her mouth enveloped one of his hairy nads.

  Her tongue traced a line up his cock to the sensitive area under the head. She licked the fluid beneath his foreskin, and then took a large breath before attempting to swallow his giant dick.

  She suppressed her gag reflex and concentrated on holding her breath as she tried to put his entire cock in her mouth. She tried to push it in deeper as Ethan watched from above as she struggled with his huge member in her mouth. She pulled out his dick, coughing and sputtering, saliva hitting Ethan's skin.

  "Shit, too big," she said.

  "Damn," Ethan said.

  "Not your fault," she replied. "Come here," she said, laying back on the chair and beckoning with her finger.

  Ethan approached slowly.

  "Kiss me," she said. Ethan lowered his mouth to hers. She grabbed his hair and kissed him with open lips. Ethan's lips gently spread, he took a breath, and they kissed more fervently. She opened her eyes and, looking down at his massive dick pressing against her, began stroking it as she pressed her tongue into his mouth.

  "Ohh!" he moaned.

  "Oh yeah."

Then she pulled back. Ethan stared at her beautiful face.

  She lowered her hand down between her legs and spread her snatch. "You ready?" she said, biting her lip.

  Ethan put his hand on the base of his cock against his pubes and held firm as Wendy edged forward towards him as he straddled the pool chair. Pressing against his shaft, she maneuvered the tip of his cock to crush against the entrance of her slick cunt. Her pussy was dripping as Ethan slowly slid the fat head of his pink dick into her pussy.

  "Oh shit," she moaned as the first few inches spread her inner lips.

  "You ok?" Ethan asked with genuine concern.

  "Oh... fuck stop," she said.

  Ethan began to pull out, but she grabbed his dick. "No wait, just hold it there." Then after a moment she let go. " Put in more."

  Ethan obeyed, beginning to push in more as Wendy moaned in pleasure. Ethan held the shaft of his huge dick, and slowly guided it into her juicy pussy. He felt his dick press against her back wall.

  "Oww, wait no more," she said. "Shit that's long," she panted. "Jesus! You only fit half!"

  Ethan began fucking Wendy slowly and gently.

  "Oh fuck...! Oh God," she moaned in pleasure.

  Her cunt coated his dick with thick white juice about halfway down.

  His rock hard erection thrust back and forth in her pussy for about a minute when his face started to strain.

  "I- I'm gonna—!"

  Ethan pried his dick out of her pussy as fast as he could just in time for the first spurt to shoot over her head.

  "Woah!" she exclaimed.

  The next spurt sprayed up onto her stomach, just below her chest. "Oh God," she said. Ethan pulled back and spurt the rest of his thick load onto the cement.

  "Wow..." he moaned.

  "Shit you came a lot," she cried.

As Ethan continued to stroke his cock, it was apparent that his erection wasn't over. He moved back over Wendy.

"Shit again?" she exclaimed.

"I'm still hard," Ethan replied.

"Damn," she smiled. Her mouth went wide and her eyes rolled back as he entered her again, his cock sliding in slowly and steadily into her slick crevasse. He felt his dick go farther this time, a few inches more, stretching her pussy until he fit nearly ten inches inside.

  "Oh my God!... Shit! I'm coming, I'm coming Ethan!" she shouted as she held onto his hips, her fingernails digging into his skin.

  Ethan could feel her entire pussy trying to squeeze against his dick. The feeling was intense as she trembled like an earthquake.

  "Fuuuck!" she screamed. She shuddered for nearly two minutes. When she was finished she grabbed Ethan by the back of the head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him passionately, her tongue penetrating far into his mouth. When their lips parted, Ethan gasped for breath.

  "Let me ride that fucking huge white cock!" she exclaimed.

  Ethan pulled his cock out slowly, until it was completely free of her wet pussy, bobbing up and down as he stood up.

  "Ooo, you stretched me good," she said putting a few fingers into her cunt. "Lay down."

  Ethan lay on his back, his dick falling onto his torso.

  Wendy smiled as she grabbed his cock and slid it into her slippery entrance.

  "Oh shit," she said, lowering herself onto it.

  "Oh yes." Ethan moaned, as he felt the pressure of her spreading pussy against his long dick.

  "You like that pussy naughty boy?"

  "Oh yeah," he moaned.

  Ethan could feel the back of her cunt as she lowered even farther. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Then she put her hands onto his chest and rose up and down on his cock, squeezing his dick with long strokes.

  "Oh...yeah," he said.

  "I'm gonna make you come again," she smiled. "This time I want to taste it," she smiled.

  "Huhhuh!" Ethan grunted.

  She got into a good rhythm, her pink pussy sliding back and forth over his long dick. His cock became wet with her juice.

  "Ohh," she said, pressing the head of his dick against her back wall. "You want to see my ass bounce on this dick?"

  "Uh, yeah," Ethan agreed.

  She twisted and then sat on Ethan's belly as she rotated on his cock.

  "Ugh," Ethan groaned, tightening his abs, as her weight pressed against his ribs.

  Then she stood over him, bent forward at the waist, and shook her big ass up and down over his dick.

  "Mmm, you like that?"

  "Yeah," Ethan moaned, his brow furrowed in pleasure. Her juicy ass bounced up and down, looking as if it was smothering his dick. He wondered what it would be like to fuck her ass. His dick was slick with her cunt juice. He felt so hard, and his balls began to ache.

  "Uhh," he moaned.

  "You gonna cum baby?" Wendy asked.

  "Ah... Yeah," he replied with a soft moan.

  "Yeah let me taste that white cum," she said pulling her pussy up off his dick and then kneeling down next to the lounging chair, her tongue out in anticipation.

  Ethan stood and pressed his dick to her mouth.

  She stroked his cock with both hands, looking up at Ethan. He closed his eyes and she smiled, grabbed his balls with one hand, and thrust back and forth right below the head of his dick as she licked the bottom.

  "Oh yeah," he moaned.

  "Come big for me again, I want you to cum right down my throat baby. Fill my mouth with that thick jizz," she said seductively as she squeezed his balls again.

  "Oh... oh God," Ethan moaned.

  "Yeah that's it," Wendy said.

  Ethan opened his eyes slightly and his mouth opened into an "O" shape.

  "Ahh!" he moaned as his dick spurt right down her throat. Wendy nearly choked on the thick glob of cum, but swallowed quickly as the next batch came down her throat. It seemed like he gushed even more than last time. His cum ran down her chin onto her chest.

  "Oh God," he moaned, as the last bit came out into her waiting mouth.

  "Mmm, that was a lot," Wendy said after swallowing. Then she put his dick into her mouth and sucked out the last bit.

  "Ooo," Ethan said. His dick started to fall, becoming less hard.




The Pool Boy



"You were amazing," she said. She sat down on the chair, between his legs and leaned her head back onto his stomach. 

  "Mmm," she said, wiping the cum from her chin into her mouth. "You're probably tired."

  "Yeah," Ethan smiled. She sat up and turned to face him, brushing his cheek with her hand and kiss him.,Ethan made a weird face.

  "Do you taste your stuff?" she asked.

  "Yeah, tastes salty," he said.

  She giggled and kissed him back; then smiled and looked over the chair for her bikini. "I guess I better take a shower," she said leaning over, her juicy ass stuck in the air. Ethan couldn't help but stare. He grabbed his dick and it felt thicken in his hand. Wendy looked over her shoulder at Ethan and then down at his dick. "You still staring at my butt?" she laughed. "Shit you're hard again," she said, looking at how his cock had begun to come to life from him seeing her plump ass.

  "Sorry," he said.

  "Don't be sorry," she said wiggling her ass with a smile. Ethan gently touched the side of her ass. "Slap it," she said.

  "What?"

  "Come on slap it," she ordered.

  Ethan gave a weak slap.

  "Harder," she commanded.

  He slapped again, a bit harder.

  "Like this," she said taking her own hand and smacking her ass with a loud 'whack'!

  "Won't it hurt?" 

  "No not really," she smiled. "And even if it does, a little pain's not bad." Ethan tried it, and smacked hard, her ass jiggling.

  "Nice," she said. "Now the other side."

  Ethan slapped his hand a few times on the other side.

  "Ooo that's good," she said.

  Ethan put his hands to her ass cheeks and rubbed roughly on the red flesh of her ass. Then he spread her cheeks revealing her tight asshole.

  "Mmm," Wendy moaned.

  "You sure like my ass huh?" she said.

  "It's so...big and.."

  "So you think I have a big butt?"

  "I mean—"

  "It's ok," she giggled. "What do you want to do with it?" she said shaking it back and forth.

  "Uhh... I don't know."

  "Have you ever done it in the butt?

  "No," he said softly.

  "My husband always wanted to, but I always said no. Do you want to try it?" She asked, stroking her prodigious backside. 

  "Uhh..." Ethan started, starting at her lovely ass.

  "Yeah you do," she said looking at his long hard cock. "Here, stand up," she ordered. As Ethan stood, his erection brushed against her arm as she lay down on the chair, her arms braced, and her ass facing him.

  "But you better get that dick oiled up," she suggested. "No way that's going to fit without some lube," she said.

  "Uh, ok," Ethan muttered, grabbing the suntan oil. "Can this get...uh... inside?" he asked.

  "Hmm, yeah maybe not, come here," she said. As Ethan got closer, she grabbed his dick and began to suck it. She slobbered over his cock, licking and pressing it into her mouth. When she pulled it out of her hot mouth, saliva was dripping from his dickhead. "That should do it," she said. "Now stick it in."

  As Ethan got behind her, she pried open her butt cheeks.

  "Ooo come on baby," she said. "Stick that big dick in my ass," she breathed.

  Just as she was saying the last few words, the sliding glass door opened.

  "What the fuck?" a man at the door said.

  Ethan looked up to see Mrs. Kasamatsu's husband staring at them. His face became red and his heart beat fast.

  "Jeff, what the hell are you doing here?"

  "I'm dropping off Jane and Jenny. Jesus Wendy, we're not even divorced yet. The instant you kick me out, you turn into a slut?" he said looking at Ethan, while the naked stud looked away.

  "Get out of here Jeff, this is none of your business."

  "I don't want my daughters exposed to this," he said pointing at Ethan's huge cock.

  Ethan stood up and looked towards the ground; his dick was beginning to get soft.

  "Jeff get out of here, I told you not to come inside anymore!" Wendy said as she sat up, her hand covering her chest. "This is my house now."

  "Yeah, which I paid for, what, so you can fuck some donkey-dick whiteboy?!? And a pool boy no less."

  "Who I have sex with is none of your business now!" she said loudly.

  "Isn't he still in high school? And in my house!"

  "It's not your house."

  "That's not... I mean... It's like pedophilia."

  "He's eighteen," she said. "Right?" she asked looking at the silent guy behind her. He nodded.

  "That's not the point and you know it. This is where our daughters live."

  "Did you bring them in?" she asked with a bit of concern.

  "They're still in the car seats, thank God."

  "Oh. Ok," she sighed. "Jeff just wait outside for me."

  Jeff looked at her angrily.

  "Please."

  "You want me to leave so you can finish with your fucking boy-toy?" Jeff asked.

  "No we're done," she said.

  "Good," and with that he slid the door shut.

  "Sorry about him," she said grabbing her swimsuit.

  Ethan was silent. She lifted his chin slowly and they exchanged wan smiles.

  "If you can believe it, we didn't argue that much about separating. Better than the marriage I thought," she gave a little laugh. "Umm, I still owe you for the pool right? Let me get my purse."



The Pool Boy



Mitch was playing XBox when he heard a car door slam. He looked out the window to see Emma, his next door neighbor coming home from shopping. "Damn she's fucking hot," Mitch thought to himself. Emma had been divorced for about a year, and Mitch felt a little guilty for looking at her this way. He really liked Mr. Ferguson, he'd lived next door to them since he was an infant, but Mitch was nineteen now and Mrs. Ferguson's tits were calling to him. 

Mitch figured he could fill a gallon milk bottle if he had kept all the semen he'd produced while watching Emma sunbathe by her pool, and he'd only been home from college for a week. Beating his meat while looking at Emma in a bikini wasn't going to be enough for Mitch this summer, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to squeeze her 36DD funbags as her pumped his eight inches of steel in and out of her shaved cunt.

Mitch had one problem, Emma and his mom had been best friends since before he was born. When Mitch looked at Emma, he saw the smoking hot blonde, with huge tits and a gorgeous ass. When Emma looked at Mitch, she saw the six year old in a Lone Ranger mask, shooting a cap gun in front of her house. Mitch figured that at some point Emma had to feel the need for some cock. She wasn't an old maid yet, far from it, she was only forty-two, and didn't look a day over twenty-five. 

Mitch knew Emma wasn't seeing anyone, and he hoped that if she was using toys to satisfy her needs, it wouldn't be long before she grew as tired of them as Mitch had grown of his hand. All Mitch had to do was convince Emma that he wasn't the little boy she'd watch grow up. He had to show her he was a full grown man, capable of satisfying her desires. Mitch wasn't dumb enough to think that he could have any kind of relationship with Emma, she'd never be able to look his mom in the eye again. He had to be the young stud with a hard dick that she just fucked for fun.

In order to do that, Mitch was going to have to show her that he wasn't such a little boy anymore. That was going to be tough for him, he didn't even call her by her first name, but Mitch had all summer to do it. The first thing Mitch thought he had to do was let Emma see just how much he'd grown. Mitch was no dumpy college dork, he was on the swim team in college, and he had a gorgeous body. He had short close cropped brown hair that made his lean handsome face look rugged and chiseled. He kept his lean tight body always perfectly shaved for swimming, and his long thick eight inch cock looked more like a work of art than a sex organ. 

Mitch had a plan to show himself off to Emma. He went and bought a pair of white swim trunks two sizes too small. After his parents had gone to sleep that night, he went outside and took a saw from the garage. There was a huge tree in their backyard, and some of the branches hung over the pool. Every fall it was a pain cleaning the fallen leaves out so the pool could be used. Mitch figured if you couldn't swim in a pool with leaves, you certainly couldn't use one with a huge tree branch in it. Mitch sawed one of the tree limbs about halfway through, hoping its weight would cause it to fall into the pool by morning. 

Mitch woke up the next morning to find the tree limb crashed into the pool, just as he hoped. He went downstairs to the kitchen and found his mother making breakfast. 

"Mom, did you see the tree limb in the pool, how am I going to practice?" 

"Don't worry honey, I already called a tree service, I'm sure Emma will let you use her pool for today."

Sweet victory, Mitch thought to himself. Not only was his scheme in motion, but his mom had made the suggestion he use Emma's pool. About an hour later Mitch was knocking on Emma's door,

"Hi Mrs. Ferguson, a big tree limb fell into our pool last night...I was wondering if I could use your pool for my workout?"

"Oh of course sweetie, come on in."

Mitch came in and chatted with Emma for a few minutes before he changed into his swim trunks and went out to the pool. Mitch's extremely tight swim trunks were so small that every single detail of his dick was clearly visible, and they weren't even wet. Mitch thought that if he were to get an erection, it might just tear the trunks right off of him. 

Mitch went outside, jumped into the water, and swam a few laps. He was carefully keeping an eye on the windows to make sure Emma was somewhere she could see outside when he got out of the pool. Mitch could see that Emma had come into the kitchen, and was making a pitcher of iced tea. Mitch seized his opportunity. He slowly climbed out of the pool and turned to face the window. With his swim trunks wet, they were completely see through, and even tighter fitting. Mitch's manhood was clearly on display. Mitch stood there for a moment. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

Emma wasn't really paying any attention to Mitch, she only casually glanced out the window, but the sight shocked her. She quickly looked away at first, but was unable to stop herself from taking a second peek. She looked long enough to at least confirm that she had seen what she thought she'd seen. She quickly looked back down at the iced tea she was making, but the picture of Mitch's cock was burned into her mind now. She tried to think of something else, like when Mitch was a little boy, or better yet when he was a baby. "I was at the hospital the day that boy was born," Emma thought to herself. Emma tried to think back to when Mitch was a baby, she'd changed his diaper many times. Emma told herself that it wasn't the first time she'd see the boy's wee wee.

Emma had made herself feel a little better until she heard splashing, Mitch was getting out of the pool again. Emma tried to make herself not look, but she couldn't. Emma thought that Mitch's cock looked even bigger this time, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "This is my best friend's son...what would Donna think?" Emma tore her eyes away. When she heard a splash she walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

It had been a while for Emma, her toys kept her sane, but she hadn't felt anything warm inside her in far too long. Emma tried hard to erase what she'd seen from her mind, then she heard slashing again. Emma forced herself to stay in the couch for a moment, but she couldn't resist the urge. Emma got up and went to the window. "Oh my goodness!" Emma whispered. The entire head of Mitch's cock was poking out of his swim trunks. Emma was staring at like a hungry lion, at raw meat. "Please don't let Donna find out." Emma said to herself.

Mitch finished his workout and came inside. He asked Emma if he could go upstairs and take a shower. Emma said yes, and when she heard the water turn on she did something purely on impulse. She grabbed a towel and opened the door. Emma found Mitch standing there naked and said, "Oh I'm sorry honey, I just wanted to bring you a towel." Mitch made no effort to cover himself as he thanked her and took the towel. 

Mitch saw his opportunity as Emma lingered at the door and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed Mrs. Ferguson, I'm not ashamed of my body, I don't mind you seeing me naked." 

Emma couldn't help but stare, she composed herself and said, "Oh no dear...you have a very nice body."

Mitch could tell Emma was nervous, he inched closer to her and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Ferguson I think you have a very nice body too."

Emma was using all her willpower to not throw herself at Mitch until she looked down and saw Mitch's penis begin to grow. Emma was trembling as Mitch took a step closer to her. Mitch had a full erection when Emma spoke, "You're a little excited I see."

"Yes I am," Mitch said in a deep seductive voice as he took a step closer to Emma.

"What would your mother say?" Emma asked, almost stuttering.

"My mother doesn't need to know." Mitch said as he put his hand on the small of Emma's back, and pulled himself so close, that the tip of his penis touched her belly button. Emma wanted to stop herself, but she couldn't. It had been so long since she had a man inside her. She needed this. Mitch felt Emma's hand cautiously touch his penis. She wasn't trying to stimulate him, she wanted to touch it, explore it, as if she had forgotten what one felt like.

Emma couldn't control herself, she dropped to her knees and stared at Mitch's erection for a long moment. It wasn't too late for her to turn back, she could still send the boy home, take a cold shower and forget it ever happened. For a second Emma thought she could but then...

Mitch let out a soft moan of pleasure as Emma took him into her mouth. Mitch tasted like sweet candy to her. Emma sucked him like a lollipop, she was almost getting more pleasure from it than him. He felt so warm in her mouth, she could feel his heart beating, feel his breathing. Emma unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the floor and began caressing her breasts with both hands. 

As good as Mitch tasted, Emma needed more. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. This was Mitch's dream, Emma was standing in front of him naked. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face away from him. He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, leaving the right on the floor, and thrust into Emma. 

Emma moaned when she felt Mitch penetrate her. She had a real cock inside her for the first time in a year. She wanted to feel every inch of it. She didn't care that Mitch was pumping like a horny schoolboy, she wanted to feel it. Mitch couldn't do it standing up for long so Emma led him to the couch and let him sit down. She climbed on top of him and quickly stuffed his penis back inside her. Emma fucked him like a teenager, sliding up and down on his pole with blazing speed. 

"He's so big," Emma thought to herself as Mitch filled her. She suddenly turned around to face away from him without allowing his cock outside her, and continued riding him. Mitch didn't think he could last much longer, Emma was like a bucking bronco on top of him. Mitch had no control, if Emma was going to cum it was completely up to her. Mitch could feel the sweat building up on Emma's body, she was fucking him like wild. Suddenly Mitch couldn't take anymore, he felt himself explode inside Emma. Emma only fucked Mitch harder when she felt his sperm fill her, she was screaming with pleasure when she finally collapsed on top of him. Emma lay on top of Mitch for a few moments before she climbed off. She really didn't have any idea what to say to Mitch, she'd acted in the heat of lust. 

Mitch finally broke the awkward silence with, "Don't worry Mrs. Ferguson, I won't tell if you won't." Mitch headed home with a huge smile on his face. Mitch came in through the back door. His mother was chewing on an apple as she asked, "How was your workout dear?"

"Best one ever," Mitch replied.



The Pool Boy



Marco moved smoothly across the room and greeted my mother, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, sweetheart." He said with that sexy, leathery voice of his.

"Morning," my mom merely gave him a small smile in reply before approaching me. Here it comes. "Must you always dress that way?" She had a deep scowl on her face and I was actually enjoying the fact that I can still piss her off even after 20 years.

"Yes," I simply nodded and returned to my breakfast. I heard Marco snort and I could feel her glare. 

She let out an surrendering huff and rolled her eyes. Marco's eyes sparkled in delight at me while I smirked back at him. Despite him being my mother's 26 year-old companion, he still loved to get a rise out of her. And so did I.

It was pretty weird at that time when my mom introduced her new "fiancé" - who was basically another bed-warmer, her fifth, I might add - to me. My mom usually went for men with high taste. Men with suits and ties. But Marco?

I almost laughed at the thought. Marco had been our pool boy. Yes, we were pretty well off. But him? Wow, he was built like a Greek god. The muscles, the chiseled cheekbones. It was as if Michelangelo had sculpted him. Utter perfection.

The first time I saw him, he was washing the pool's walls. He wore a singlet and those glorious arms of his were exposed. The deliciously tanned mocha skin was beautiful. His muscles flexed as he pushed the broom back and forth. Sweat slicked down his arms and caused the white fabric to cling to every part of his six-pack. The whole time, I kept thinking what it would be like for him to push in and out of me.

I hadn't realized that my mom was by the pool in her sexiest bikini, supposedly tanning. She was ogling him, just as fascinated as I was. 

However, while my fascination lasted even until my mother introduced him as her new fiancé to me, my mother grew bored of Marco as soon as they got engaged two months ago. Marco didn't really care as long as he got to enjoy the sex with a cougar. But I was jealous. How could my mom not realize how amazingly sexy and not to mention sweet this man was?

"Amanda, will you help me out in the garage today?" Marco asked as he flung the dirty rag over his shoulder.

"Uh, sure." I nodded, trying so hard not to stare at those full lips of his. Perfectly kissable. Definitely better than Brent, that douchey ex-boyfriend of mine.

When I reached our garage after I showered, Marco was working underneath the car. I could only see his bottom half and what a good sight that was. Licking my lips, my eyes travelled from those shaped ankles, muscled thighs and to that tent in his pants. If I was really desperate, I'd probably pull of his pants and gladly suck him off right there. 

No shame. No shame at all.

Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I cleared my throat. He slid out from underneath, looking absolutely handsome even with the oil smeared on his face. 

"Hey," I grinned. "What can I do?"

He grinned back, "Since I'm done with the repairs. How about we clean this car? Your mom wouldn't want to do something like this anyway."

"True," I murmured. My mom would probably cut off her own hand rather than do manual labor.

Marco pushed the car out to the driveway and I followed closely behind. The neighborhood was empty today because there was some huge event going on on the next block. Mom went, of course, but Marco and I refused to dress up just for some posh, snooty upper class society gathering. 

He grabbed the hose and tossed it to me. "I'll wash it, you rinse it."

"Don't we make the perfect couple? Go teamwork!" I sarcastically smiled.

He chuckled, then proceeded to soap up the car. Those biceps of his. I was drooling by then, looking at those wonderful arms move so casually. He was effortlessly gorgeous. It was so unfair. When he started to sweat under the sweltering sun, he shrugged off his shirt and I was left as a puddle on the sidewalk. My God. The shaped lines on his abdomen and the fine line of hair trailing down towards that heaven in his pants.

"Amanda," God my name sounded so wonderful rolling off his tongue. If only I got him to say it if I was in bed with him - wait, what? 

"Huh?" I snapped back to reality. 

He had a smug smirk on his face, "Rinse, baby. Rinse. Stop staring."

I blushed profusely and nodded. I waited for him to turn on the hose but then he turned it on too fast and too hard. Shrieking, I aimed the hose away from me, which happened to be to him, and it soaked him from head to toe. I let out a squeak, seeing the surprised look on his face. Then it turned mischievous. Shit.

Quickly dashing for the door, I barely made it when he grabbed me by my waist and smashed the sponge against my bare stomach. I was wearing a crop top and started giggling when the rough texture of the sponge rubbed against me. "Marco, stop! I c-can't b-breathe!" 

"Serves you right," he beamed proudly. Before he did anything else, I sprayed him in the face with the hose and ran. 

He looked playfully murderous as we circled the car, chasing each other down. When he finally caught up to me (which of course he did since he was ten times faster), he shoved the sponge right down my shorts. I screamed. "Marco!" 

Then he pulled it out again and rubbed it against my stomach. I couldn't help the tight clench in my pussy when his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist. 

I finally realized it then. My wet back was plastered against his equally as wet front. But the most surprising thing was the feeling of his erection digging into my butt. I felt it even through the thickness of the jeans. I gulped, "Marco, are you—"

He looked down as I looked up to meet his eyes. He was several inches taller than me. Then, to my surprise and absolute delight, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth, relishing the taste of sweat and soap. "Should we—" he cut me off by twisting me around, shoving me against the car and pressing himself against my body.

"No, we shouldn't be doing this but right now I couldn't care less." He pressed further, slowly grinding his hard-on against my core. It sent heat straight down there. "I haven't had sex with Angela in weeks. And right now, you're all I see and you're all I want."

"God, yes." My eyes rolled back and slid shut as he kept doing that wondrous thing. 

When I heard a 'pop', my eyes flew open to see that he had already opened my jeans. "I'm not on the pill anymore," I whispered.

He grinned as if that was the dumbest thing I've ever said. Rummaging through his pocket, he pulled out a silver packet. Then he lifted me up and I squealed but my legs instantly circled his waist. 

Marco laid me down on the hood of the car then kissed my mouth again. His tongue delved deep, fighting against mine. One of his hands wandered to my breasts and pinched my nipple through the thin material. I groaned against his mouth again and I felt his smirk. His other hand went to cup my butt and squeezed it. "You. Are. So. Beautiful." He mumbled between kisses down my jawline, to my neck and to my breasts. 

Through the material, he grasped a nipple in his mouth, biting gently but not too gentle. "Aah," I bit on my bottom lip at the delicious sting. 

"You like that?" He bit harder and it made me even wetter. His other hand pinched my other nipple, sending ripples right down to my panties. "Who knew a little innocent girl like you could like pain?"

"Shut up," I forced back another moan.

He yanked off my shorts and tossed it to God-knows-where. "So innocent," he chuckled, staring at my white cotton underwear.

I covered myself up, feeling embarrassed. "Comfort comes first, okay."

"Trust me, baby, I don't mind." The seductive lick of his voice made me shudder. He pulled up my now see-through tank top and threw it aside as well. "Now that, I really don't mind." His eyes glazed with lust staring at my breasts covered with thin lace. I hadn't bought bras in ages because I was too lazy and my cup size was a bit too small. 

He kissed down my stomach, dipped his tongue into my belly button which caused me to jerk. Then he travelled downward again. I could hear my heart thrumming in my ears. Gulping, he first pressed a thumb against my clit through the fabric. I arched in response, whimpering. "Marco, please. I can't take it."

"You want more?"

I nodded slowly.

"What was that? I didn't hear you—"

"Yes, I want more, you asshole!"

He laughed aloud and finally tore off - literally tore it into two - my underwear. His lips curved upwards slowly, deviously. "Look at that. Gorgeous as hell."

Marco separated my legs and pulled me to the edge of the car. He still had his pants on and the feel of the coarse material rubbing against my bare pussy was almost enough to send me over the edge. 

And then he did the most wonderful thing. He pushed a finger inside and I almost shot up to the heavens. He curled it inside then pulled it out then pushed it back then, stroking the inside of my folds. And then added another finger. Oh God. I threw my head back and waves of pleasure hit me directly. My pussy tightened around his fingers. So. Fucking. Close.

Then they were gone. Just like that.

Marco had a huge-ass smile pasted on his face as he watched my agony. "You are such a dick," I spat out.

"Haven't you ever heard of delayed gratification?"

"Fuck that."

"So impatient, sweetheart." He shook his head.

I took matters into my own hands and popped open the button of his pants and pulled them down. He had gone commando. Oh, sweet Jesus. 

His thick cock sprung up in response and grew even bigger if that was possible. "You asked for it," he muttered after rolling the condom on and then he shoved it inside of me.

I screamed in both pleasure and pain. Pleasure in finally having inside me. Pain, the great kind, of him being so rough. But did I love it. He thrust repeatedly over and over again into me, pounding furiously. His lips in a tight line and determination written all over his face. I panted and fell back against the hood and he kept pushing that hot cock into me. "Oh yes, yes! Right there! Oh fuck yes!" I kept yelling.

"Fuck, you're so nice and tight. Yeah. Oh fuck yes. God, baby, you feel so fucking good." He gritted his teeth and I knew he was close. So was I.

The intensity built up in my core until I felt so strung tight. Then I burst and I came and came and came. The relief and satisfaction was indescribable. 

Marco gave a few more thrusts before finally coming. He let out a groan and slumped on top of me. "You could kill a man, sweetheart." 

"And I think you just killed me, darling." I giggled exhaustedly, rubbing his back.

He peered upwards and placed a peck on my lips. When he pulled out of me, I felt that loss of contact. "Sorry to cut this short. As much as I want to take you again inside and on top of the car, we've got an audience." He whispered darkly in my ear.

I frowned and looked across the street where Mrs. Dobson, a dear old lady who looked absolutely frightened was watching in horror. "Shit." I mumbled.

"No worries. Mrs. Dobson is too anti-social to tell anyone about this." He kissed my forehead, releasing all my worries. I sighed in agreement and leaned towards him. 

"We better clean up." I grunted in annoyance, picking up my clothes from the ground and scrunching my nose at my soiled panties. "You owe me a new pair of underwear."

"Baby, if I can do that to you again, I'll buy you the whole store." Then he had that twinkle in his eye again before throwing me over his shoulder, ass bare up in the air. 

"Marco!"

"Hush, let's go shower for now."

I let out a huff but couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.



The Pool Boy



DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of nudity and sexual congress involving such themes as femdom, mind control, and incest. If these are not to your particular tastes, I suggest you look elsewhere. Comments and criticism are always welcome, but any of either that suggests you ignored this disclaimer will be likewise ignored. 

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Jasmine laid out on the chaise longue, feeling the sun beating down on the deep bronze of her skin. There was a full suite of tanning beds inside the spa, but the rare break in the Pacific Northwest cloud cover meant that she had to take full advantage of it while she could. Thick, raven mane fanned out behind her head in like shimmering black silk, she adjusted her oversized tortoiseshell sunglasses, and closed her eyes. 

The curvaceous MILF could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her skin as she raised her arms above her head and stretched, back arching off the chaise. Her breasts swelled and pressed tightly against the bright melon halter-top of her bikini in a tide of smooth flesh as she did, pinky-thick nipples still slightly swollen from this morning's activities. A drop of moisture rolled through the cavernous cleavage created by the bikini and under the band, sliding down across her sternum and over the soft, smooth plateau of her stomach to the well of her navel, adorned with a tiny blue jewel set in a silver ring. 

Wiggling her behind down into the stretchy fabric of the chaise, she let one hand wander down across the slight mound below her navel, fingernails tickling along deep brown skin until they skimmed across the top of her bikini bottoms. The blue rhinestones set in her manicure winkled in the sunlight for a moment, then vanished inside the taut lycra. Her ripe thighs drifted apart as her fingertips slid in between the plush pillows of her vulva, pubic hair crinkling under her palm while her index finger gently slid up and down her weeping slit. 

"Can I get you anything?" A tall shadow loomed overhead. 

Jasmine opened one eye and let her gaze wander up his hairless stomach, and across smooth, caramel-colored abs to a set of firm pectoral muscles. The speaker stood at attention, arms at his sides, while he awaited a response. Her eyes wandered back down to his tightly-packed black speedos, and she let her index finger lazily circle her clitoris as it began to swell up. Jasmine bit her lip as she watched a thick black tube slowly inflate in his briefs, wandering crazily to the left along the crease of his thigh. 

"First," she said, "go and get me a margarita." One of her sky-high espadrilles hit the tiled pool deck as her legs spread even wider. "Second, you can get between your mum's legs and fuck her silly." 

* * * 

[SOME TIME PREVIOUSLY] 

"Oooh, Henry, look at that pool!" Jasmine dropped her bag and grabbed onto his arm in her excitement, pointing inside the door. 

A natural pool some thirty feet long and ten across was sunk deeply into the floor of the spa. Open to the sky and surrounded by a wealth of greenery, the room was clouded with steam rising from the pool. The water itself, however, was pink as a strawberry smoothie, and gently churning from below. 

"Yeah, I can see, mom." Henry rolled his eyes like only a jaded college junior could. The woman who'd opened the door shot him a hard look. 

"We call that the Heartspring, hon." Ronnie gently closed the door. "A natural hot spring welling up from island, it's the heart of Jocasta's Playground." 

"But it's pink! Why is it pink?" Jasmine asked, hooking her arm back through the strap of her bag. 

"Nobody knows." Ronnie waggled her eyebrows mysteriously. "We do let folks play around in the Heartspring sometimes, but there are two pools on the grounds - there's an indoor lap pool down that corridor there," she pointed down a seemingly endless stretch of wood-panelled hallway, "and a more casual outdoor pool. Not that we get to use it much, but it's nice when the sun's out. Are you sure you don't want me to call Barry to come and get your bags?" 

"Nono," Henry's mother waved her away. "I can manage." 

Ronnie gave the boy a withering look. "Maybe you should give your mother a hand." 

"I am fine." Jasmine insisted, and Henry gave their guide a shrug. 

The brunette's hazel eyes smouldered under her pixie cut and she seemed to be about to say something when she let out a long sigh. "Alright, whatever you guys say. This way, come on." 

Towering over his mother and the receptionist by at least a foot or more, Henry nonetheless enjoyed the view as they followed Ronnie through the labyrinthine corridors of the spa, watching her well-muscled behind twitch back and forth in an abbreviated pair of black lycra shorts that let her show off every sculpted inch of her silky-smooth (if not very long) legs. 

He was glad for the first female company he'd had since they landed (besides his own mother) and even gladder that she was a tightly-packed, muscular little MILF who would look fantastic seated atop his thick cock, squirming and- 

"Here you go, guys. Right in here." Ronnie swiped a card and opened the door to their suite. She ushered mother and son inside. 

Henry gave her one last lingering look as she shut the door on them. Jasmine dropped all their bags on the floor and stretched. 

"Oh my god that feels so good!" She stood on her tiptoes, arms reaching out for the ceiling and held that pose for a moment. The hem of her dusty pink hoodie rose up above the waistband of jeans, exposing a long slice of caramel skin. "I could just do with a cup of tea, right now." She cast about the suite. 

The room was wide open from wall-to-wall, with only differing levels of elevation to indicate changes in purpose. At the highest level, set atop its own tiny pedestal, sat a large circular bed with a commanding view of the rest of the suite, including the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on the misty forest beyond. On the middle tier, a granite-inlaid bathroom nook featured an expansive whirlpool tub set directly in the floor and a glass-walled shower cubicle that made no concessions to privacy. At the bottom, a gas-fed fire shimmered in the heart of a sunken firepit surrounded by a semicircle of plush seating open to the enormous windows. 

Not a kettle to be seen. Nor a phone, for that matter. Or a television. 

"This place is fuckin' weird." Henry said, stifling a yawn. He was staring at the huge bed. 

"It's a spa, sweetheart." Jasmine said. "Perhaps they don't go in for technology. But I could just murder a cuppa right now." His mom let loose her bun, sending hair tumbling down over her shoulder in a long black waterfall. "I'm going to pop out and check out the cafe; did you want to come?" 

He grunted, and started up the stairs towards the bed. "Nah. I'm just gonna stay here." Halfway up, he stopped and turned. "Why aren't there two beds?" 

"I've no idea," she said. "I'm sure I said two beds. I'll get it sorted on my way to the cafe. You go on and have a nap. It's been a long day." 

* * * 

The main Jocasta's Playground building was a maze, and no mistake. Sometimes she was looking outside, sometimes she felt like she was thirty feet underground. Sometimes the signage seemed obvious - RECEPTION THIS WAY - only to lead her to a multifunctional space or a "Yoga Grotto" or a "Massage Therapy" room. 

Eventually, Jasmine passed a door that lead out into the misty forest and decided to take her chances with the paths outside. If she stuck to the right, she figured, she should eventually come around the side of the building to the front. 

The fog-bound forest was wasn't cold, but the damp cut through her hoodie and loose joggers, seeping into her bones. 

Eventually, she came to a sign: 

**JOCASTA'S PLAYGROUND RESORT AND SPA** 

**<- CAFE 10M** 

**RECEPTION AND GUEST SUITES 75M->** 

**<-SEASIDE OVERLOOK 100M** 

**POOL 50M->** 

**WELCOME, ENJOY AND LOSE YOURSELF** 

Reception wasn't that far away, and she really did need something hot to shake the fog out of her joints. 

Jasmine turned left, and headed to the Cafe. 

It was a snug little cedar-paneled building not far off the path, well-lit with a small number of patio tables and muskoka chairs situated outside, getting progressively wetter and wetter. **RHEA'S DELIGHTS** was etched into the glass door, which whooshed open as she approached, releasing the heavenly, homey smells of baked goods and the promise of hot tea. 

Stepping through, the inside of the shop teemed with dozens of tall glass jars, thick with teas of every type and description. Red, white, black, green, herbal in a dizzying array of mixes and blends and flavours. The counter top featured the usual assortment of baked goods - muffins, cookies, oatcakes and such. Half a dozen small tables were littered throughout, none large enough to accommodate more than two, and most were empty that evening, save for one couple sitting in the back. 

"Hello, lovely!" A woman stood up from behind the counter. She was a head or two taller than Jasmine, with a tumbling, loopy mane of deep red curls; her generous mouth was twisted in a wry grin. A tight white t-shirt was stretched across the impressive swells of her breasts, distorting the Jocasta's logo embossed in sequins over the left. She looked like she was about Jasmine's own age, somewhere in her early forties, and very well-preserved. "Well, aren't you new?" 

"Hello," Jasmine said, blushing a bit. "Yes. We just arrived today. How did you know?" 

"It's a small island," the woman, obviously the proprietor, winked at her. "I'm Rhea, like it says on the door. Everybody comes through here eventually, and I haven't seen you before. You're not here by yourself, are you?" 

"Oh no, no." Jasmine shook her head. "My son Henry is back in our room." 

"You couldn't drag him out with you?" 

"No, he was so tired after our trip that I wanted to let him sleep, poor thing." 

"Silly boy," Rhea laughed. "Ah well, it's early days yet. What can I get for you?" 

"Oh just a cup of tea, please." 

"Did you have a particular preference?" The redhead swept her arm, indicating the whole shop. "You're a bit spoiled for choice, there." 

"Um," Jasmine looked around helplessly. None of the usual varieties seemed evident, and everything else had fairly vague names - Island Rest, Heartspring Healing, Outlook Morning - that didn't indicate very much. "Black, I guess? What do you recommend?" 

"I know just the thing," Rhea laughed again, a warm throaty chuckle. She reached down behind the counter and pulled out a half-empty glass jar of black tea leaves. "It's our most popular blend - Grey Goddess - an Earl Grey-based tea with a few local herbal additions. Trust me, you'll love it." Deftly, she scooped a heap of it into a small pouch, and dropped it into a steaming mug of hot water. "We'll let it steep for a while so you can get the full effect." 

"How much-" 

"For you? Tonight?" She looked around at the nearly-empty cafe, and leaned over the countertop. "Free for you, love." Rhea winked. "Go and take a seat, and I'll bring it over once it's ready." 

Jasmine picked out a table, and sat down. In the back of the cafe, a woman and a man were huddled closely over their drinks; they'd obviously been out for a run or something, they were wearing abbreviated running shorts and trainers along with still-damp jackets. Their bare legs met under the table and rubbed gently together. She couldn't remember the last time she'd sat with someone like that; since Henry's father passed away, certainly, and that was easily ten years ago. 

Though willow thin, the woman looked somewhat older than her companion, probably by a decade or more. Her legs were long and flawless, but her age betrayed by a few crow's feet around her eyes and traces of grey around her temples. 

"Here you are, darlin'," Rhea arrived with the tea, along with a slice of banana loaf on a plate. Wiping her hands on the apron tied around her trim waist, she sat down across from Jasmine. "Go on, give it a go." 

The mug was warm, and welcome heat seeped through Jasmine's chilly fingers. Raising it to her lips, she took a sip, then another. The citrusy taste of the Earl Grey was dominant, but there was something else, something warm and spicy and delicious underneath. Mindful of the hot water, she took another, bigger mouthful. 

"It's lovely," she said. "Just wonderful!" Over at the other table, the woman had spilled some of her drink. Droplets of amber liquid rolled down the length of her calf. Immediately, the man sprang to his feet, grabbing a couple of napkins; taking a knee on the floor, he began to lovingly wipe his partner's leg. 

Rhea smiled as they watched him, and Jasmine drank again. 

"It's lovely to have someone to do for you," Rhea said, with surprising forcefulness. "Someone to lend a hand, somebody who can pick up after you, and treat you a bit like a queen." 

Jasmine blushed again. "Oh, wouldn't it?" She drank, mulling over the other woman's words. "But I've never- It's been such a long-" 

"I thought you said you had a boy?" The cafe owner turned to look at her. 

"Henry?" Jasmine laughed. "No no, if anything, I'm the one who looks after him. After his father passed away, I just got used to trying to keep him safe and happy and content. A bit too much, maybe. I've been his live-in maid for years. I can't remember the last time he did anything for me." 

"That's not the way it should be," Rhea's voice was gentle, but there was steel somewhere underneath it. "A boy should look after his mum every once in a while. After all, you've been taking care of him, haven't you? It's only fair." 

"Oh, I suppose," she shrank in her chair a bit, feeling like she was being judged. She took another, bigger drink. 

"When my boy Charles comes over from the main building," the redhead said, nodding in the direction of the main Jocasta's building, "after a long day of running the kitchen over yonder, the first thing he says is, 'is there anything I can do for you, mum?'" 

Jasmine tried to imagine Henry doing the same, and took a long pull from the mug. 

"You should be a bit more forceful with him," Rhea said. "it sounds like he runs you right over like a spoiled brat, but a boy's natural inclination is to do what his mum says, and you should remember that. It's too bad you've gone and missed Madeline's orientation session this week, you could've learned a thing or two. But you should keep it in your mind, any road." 

"I...I'll think about it." The young man had stopped wiping his partner's leg, and appeared to be kissing it. That couldn't be right, could it? 

"Have you seen the Heartspring?" The redhead asked, taking a bite out of Jasmine's banana loaf. 

"Yes, yes it's gorgeous. I've never seen anything like it!" 

"You know they let people swim there when nobody's using it?" Rhea grabbed one of the napkins and a pen from her apron. She scribbled something down and pushed it over. "Here, it should be empty around then, no classes or anything. You and your son should check it out." 

"I will, thank you!" Jasmine took the napkin and stuffed it in the pocket of her hoodie. She took another long pull from the mug. The couple in the back were getting up now, and strode past, arms linked, giggling. As they passed, the woman reached down and grabbed her partners behind, giving it a hearty squeeze. Jasmine looked down, feeling very warm and slightly giddy for some reason. 

"Are you alright? You look a bit flushed." 

"Yes, yes I'm fine." She said, looking into the empty mug. "Tea's all gone." 

"I think maybe you should head back, then. Maybe have a bit of a lie down, think it over." Rhea pushed herself back from the table and stood. Jasmine nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed by the redheaded cafe-owner's height, and got up herself. 

Exiting into the misty night, the cool air cleared her head a little. What Rhea had said about boys and their mums was interesting, though she'd never really thought about it before. She was thinking about it now, however. 

* * * 

"Mom, are you sure we can even be in here?" Henry asked as she held the door open for him. 

"Pretty sure!" Jasmine enthused. "Come on, live a little!" She waved him in. Their robes were the same length, so while hers dropped all the way to the floor, his fell only to calf-length, and he found himself having to hold the front together with his hands. She slipped in behind her son, and the door banged shut heavily behind them. 

"Oh, just smell that!" Henry watched as his mother took in a deep double-lungful of the moist, warm air that filled up the Heartspring atrium, despite being open to the sky. The front of her robe expanded and began to part in a fashion he suddenly found very interesting, then embarrassing. When was the last time he'd had sex, anyway? 

"Breathe it in!" Reluctantly, he did, and felt a warmth suffuse through his body from toes to fingertips, making his extremities tingle a little. 

"What is that smell?" It was spicy and warm and homey and something else. Henry shrugged off his robe, and Jasmine was suddenly struck by how fit her son looked; had he always been so broad? As the terrycloth settled around his feet, she couldn't help but stare at the smooth brown skin of his abdominals; they bunched and flexed when he kicked the robe away to the side. His bright-green boardshorts fell to knee-length but draped nicely over the rounded swell of his behind. His mother licked her lips and looked back at the water, a smoothly roiling strawberry pink. 

"I don't know, but isn't it lovely? I can't wait to try the water!" Jasmine untied her own robe, and let it fall to the floor. She wore a modest, high-necked purple one piece suit that suddenly felt too a little tight around the chest as her nipples sparked to life. The suit was cut to conceal as much skin as possible, but could do very little to hide the impressive size of her breasts while white piping along the side emphasized the exaggerated curve of her waist as it tucked in above her hips. Looking over, she saw that Henry was staring at her. In unison, they blinked. 

She edged towards the water, and dipped a toe in. It was hot, just above body-temperature, and it sent a thrill through her body. Gingerly walking into the water, she found it went no deeper than her waist; a gentle frisson of bubbles popped around her navel while she felt the tingly feeling suffuse through her lower body. On a sudden impulse, Jasmine bent her knees and jumped, diving beneath the surface. 

Warm, pink water folded around her and sluiced through the gaps in her suit, briefly taking her in a heated, tingling embrace. She relished the sensation for a moment, kicking her legs until they found the bottom again and jumped upwards. Breaking through in a wild splash, liquid poured from her long black hair and face in a pink waterfall, plastering the one-piece suit to her body as it flowed over every nook and cranny. 

Henry, still standing on the edge, breathing heavily of the perfumed steam emanating from the Heartspring, stared wide-eyed at his mother as her fingers combed through her hair, flipping it out of her face, back arched, breasts proudly thrust towards him. The wet lycra looked oilslick slippery as it moulded around the firm globes of her tits, jostling for space underneath her suit. As the water dripped from her face, Jasmine's rose-petal-pink lips glistened, momentarily frozen in a gasping "O" as she sucked in the spicy air of the springs. 

Before she could open her eyes again, Henry had jumped into the water ten, fifteen feet away in a terrific splash that sent a small tsunami towards her. Looking downrange, she watched him trying to float, stretching out in the hot spring as far as his long, broad body would go, and she spied a thick bulging mound gently rising over his left thigh. The sudden knowledge that she was spying on her own son's endowment sent a forbidden thrill through her body as she briefly wondered about its dimensions. 




The Pool Boy



Embarrassed at her own thoughts, Jasmine kicked away to the other side of the grotto, where the water was burbling up through the rock. The natural heated jet pounded against her legs, then buttocks as she spread her arms and relaxed against the rough granite edge of the pool. 

"Oh!" She gasped. "Henry! You've got to- oooh! Try this!" Jasmine closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the water. He watched from across the atrium as his mother's body gently rose in water, gasping as the hot spring pushed against her from below, pulsing insistently between her legs. Henry folded his legs in, coming to sit on the bottom, his hands below the surface, one idly resting against his insistent cock. The gently fizzing water was tickling the shaft, making it difficult to keep it from thickening to a full erection; his mother's gasps of pleasure weren't helping much. 

But he couldn't do anything about it, could he? Not touch it, touch it. Not here, not with his mother in the room, not while he was watching her face, framed by the twin mounds of her breasts, lips parted and gasping, tongue lashing to catch the beads of water as they rolled down her face- 

"I've got to go," he said, suddenly pulling himself out of the water. 

"What? Already?" Jasmine's eyes opened and she watched his broad, muscular back as he walked across to pick up his robe. 

"No, I've got to go," he said, hastily pulling it closed around him, hands firmly clasped in front. 

"Oh, I see." She said, disappointed, and paddled closer. "Can you please grab a towel for me before you go, Henry?" There was a chrome rack in the corner of the atrium, piled high with fresh towels. 

"Mom, I've got to go." Her son said, although he didn't seem to be too eager to bolt for the door, almost as if he were waiting for something. 

Jasmine crossed her arms on the edge of the grotto, allowing her lower body to rise to the surface. The thick curves of her buttocks broke through the water, pink rivulets coursing down over them to puddle in the small of her back. 

"Get me a towel, please." She said. Thinking of what Rhea had said, she put a little more bite in her words than she ever would have with her son. "Now." 

Biting his lip, Henry appeared to be wracked with indecision, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the bobbing curves of her ass. 

"Sure." He said. "Whatever." Jasmine watched her son stomp over to the rack and snatch one of the towels off, pulling it out of its fold. His feet splashed on the floor of the atrium as he stomped back to her, one arm extended. "Here." 

"Thank you, honey." She reached up to take it, and their hands touched. A thrill and a flush rushed through both of their bodies as Jasmine took the towel from Henry. A sensation of...power...rolled through her as it had never done before. For a brief moment, she felt like she could have commanded him to do anything and he would. The thrill coursed through her and her nipples peaked, clearly visible through the wet lycra, while heat began building between her thighs. 

Henry, a shocked look on his face, let go of the towel and, in a hunched-over half-step, stumbled out, stammering, "I-I really gotta go! I gotta go!" 

* * * 

"...and then he did it!" Jasmine explained while Rhea leaned over the countertop, listening with a smile. "You don't understand! He's never listens to me! Never! And he did it, just like that!" She snapped her fingers. The redhead's smile broadened. 

"Did you like it?" She asked. Jasmine blushed prettily. 

"It was very nice, yes." The diminutive brunette picked up her tea and took a long pull, letting the spicy warmth of the brew suffuse through her body. 

"Maybe you should do it again." Rhea winked. "Maybe it's time to rewrite your relationship with your son a bit, yeah? You certainly look happier, excited, almost." 

Jasmine smiled shyly, remembering how much time she'd spent in the spa after Henry's departure, letting the jet of the spring play against her body, the heated stream toying with the sensitive flesh between her legs and thinking of the thrill of telling her son what to do. She'd never told a man what to do before, nevermind her spoiled son, and it was exciting, dammit. There was no shame in that, in enjoying herself. Maybe when she got back home, she'd try looking for- 

"This calls for a celebration!" Rhea declared, interrupting her customer's train of thought. "Just a small one, though." From behind the counter, she produced a small silver hip flask and unscrewed the top. "Here, give it a go." Before Jasmine could say anything, she poured a glug of something amber into the mug. Then, in a stage whisper, "but don't tell anybody, I'm not supposed to be serving alcohol in here." 

"Oh-oh I really couldn't," she tried to wave the drink away with an embarrassed, fluttering motion. "I don't even drink alcohol, I haven't in years and I would hate to get you into troub-" 

"Drink it," Rhea insisted. "It feels good to be a bit naughty every now and again. It's only a little nip. It won't hurt." 

Jasmine giggled conspiratorially, and took a swig. There couldn't have been much alcohol in there, but knowing she was breaking the rules intentionally added a frisson of excitement; the knowledge of her own naughtiness, remembering how naughty she'd been in the Heartspring, sent an electric thrill through her body that sent her nipples perking up again. She wondered if anybody would be able to see them; she was only wearing a bright blue t-shirt that hugged her chest and trim waist. But there was nobody to see, only Rhea. 

"See?" The cafe owner said. "Feels good, doesn't it? A little tingle. Now imagine how good it would feel to do something really naughty." 

She took another swig, another tingle. "Like what?" 

"Sometimes, people sneak into the Heartspring after dark for a night swim," Rhea winked. Jasmine squirmed in her chair a bit, legs rubbing together at the thought of her and Henry slipping into the Heartspring after hours, easing out of their robes and- 

"...very romantic," Rhea was saying. "Who knows? You might even meet a fella down there. You wouldn't be the first one to meet your true love down in the Heartspring." 

"O-oh?" 

"Oh yes." Then the redhead chuckled. "You certainly wouldn't be the first to find some lucky boy to snuggle up in between your legs and satisfy other cravings, either. I'd wager what a woman like you needs is a nice, big young cock to toy with." 

Jasmine wriggled a little in her chair, feeling her panties bunching up between her legs. The last young cock she'd seen any evidence of was Henry's and that one...that one had been quite big, hadn't it? Knowing she was thinking about her own son's tool sent another little trill of naughty pleasure through her. She drank from the mug again. 

"Of course, you should be properly dressed for such an occasion," Rhea said. "You do have something appropriate, don't you darlin?" 

"What do you mean?" The brunette looked down into her mug, flustered. "I have a...a suit?" 

"Nothing too crazy, lovely, but something that might turn a fella's head, you know?" 

Still looking into the dregs of her drink, Jasmine shook her head. "No, nothing like that, I guess." 

"No harm, honey. You came here with your son, you weren't planning on seducing anybody on this trip." Rhea gave her a long, languid wink. "But findin' a nice ripe young lad to seduce sounds very naughty to me. Anyway, here-" she slid a card across the table. "Take that on down to the shop at reception. Tell Ronnie I sent ya. She'll set you up good and proper, lovely. I promise." 

"Thank you!" She swallowed the last of the tea, and the remaining liquor went straight to her head, making her a little dizzy. 

"For what? I haven't done anything!" The redhead laughed. "Just make sure you come back after to tell me all about it. Just between us girls. You can come back tonight if you like! I'm here all evening - my boy and I have rooms upstairs. We can have a giggle about it and maybe a drink or two." 

"Okay!" Jasmine stood up, then grabbed onto the table, suddenly a little lightheaded for some reason. "I'll do it." 

"I know you will, sweetheart. I'll see you then," Rhea picked up the empty mug and tucked it away behind the counter, grinning wryly as she watched the other woman leave. 

* * * 

"Mom, I still don't know why I'm here," Henry said in a hushed voice. 

"Because I didn't want to wander around at night by myself." Jasmine held the belt of her robe tight, keeping a weather eye out for Jocasta's staff as they scurried through the labyrinthine corridors. "Because I asked you nicely. Did you want me to tell you to walk me down here?" 

Henry had no answer, and Jasmine tried not to think too hard about it. She was trying mostly to keep steady on her new sandals, being wholly unaccustomed to wearing a heel of any height, never mind the tall wedges the saleswoman had somehow talked her into. She'd made it sound like such a good idea at the time, but now that she had to occasionally grab Henry's arm for balance she wasn't so sure. At least there didn't seem to be anybody around for her to embarrass herself in front of. 

"Is it this way?" Henry asked as they came to a corner. "I fucking hate the way this place is set up." 

"Henry, language." His mother chided. Despite himself, her son shut his mouth. Jasmine smiled a victorious little smile, and pointed left. "Down this way." Before long, they came to the door leading into the Heartspring. 

"Come on," she said, and reached for the handle. But before she could take it, it swung open and a couple came tumbling out, the man and woman from the cafe, laughing loudly and dripping wet in their robes. 

"Oh I'm so sorry!" The woman said, catching herself before they collided with Henry and his mom. Taking her partner's hand she pulled him out of the way, and Jasmine was struck by how much younger the man looked, probably no older than Henry, really. She remembered what Rhea had said about ripe young men, and felt a little thrill by proxy, a little slickness building in her pussy. 

They slid in before the door shut. Again, there was nobody else inside the atrium, which was moodily lit by garden lanterns around the perimeter. 

"Henry, can you get me a towel?" Jasmine said, looking out over the water, untying the knot in the belt. 

"Mom, I'm not-" 

"Please?" She said, and let her robe fall to the floor. Henry's breath caught in his throat when he saw that her back was mostly bare; the bottom half of the suit - an off white one-piece that contrasted nicely with the deep caramel of her skin - dipped low over her hips and stretched tightly across the broad meaty curves of her behind, which in turn attempted to swallow the lycra into the deep cleft between her buttocks. A long, smooth expanse of skin led up to a tightly-strained hook closure, then her bare shoulders, hidden beneath the silky black curtain of her hair which fell over the tie of her halter top. 

"Henry?" She turned around to look at her son. The suit scooped her breasts up and into a plateau of soft, mature titflesh that jiggled slightly as she moved; large cutouts on either side created a narrow band of fabric that covered her sternum and navel and on down to the bottom half of the suit, following and revealing the dramatic curve of her waist and hips. Henry's hands clenched and unclenched. His eyes trailed down the luscious flesh of her thighs, smooth and brown, and on down to her squatty little toes bunched up in the four-inch wedge-heeled thongs she was wearing. 

Suddenly very self-conscious, and very aware that her son had probably never seen so much of his mother before, she said, "I don't look ridiculous, do I?" 

"No," Henry said in a hushed tone. "No." He shifted, uncomfortably. Slowly, he dragged his gaze back up his mother's body to meet her eyes, then looked away. 

"Can you get me a towel then?" He strode away, and she got a little tingle, watching him obey. "Two, actually. I want one for my hair, too." Henry returned a moment later, and she stepped down from her tall heels. "Here, put these with the towels over on that bench." 

"Yes, mom." He said, and bent low to pick up her shoes, then stack them atop the towels and put the pile on a nearby bench. When he turned around, he saw that there was a flush in her face, and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her suit. "Can I go now?" 

She turned, and began walking into the water. Henry watched the rocking motion of her hips and the jiggle of her buttocks as she splashed in and jumped under the surface. What was he waiting for? Why couldn't he just go? He didn't need her permission, he was a fucking grown-ass man and- 

"No," Jasmine said, firmly, as she broke the surface again. "Wait here, please, honey. I don't want to be alone." She relaxed backwards and floated a moment on her back, gently kicking her feet. 

Henry considered leaving anyway, but the thought turned his stomach a little, so he sat down on the bench, next to her towels. That felt better, more natural. He breathed deeply of the heady vapours of the Heartspring, and relaxed. It felt good to help his mom, really. He looked over at the shoes lying on the towels, and reflected a moment on how she'd looked in them, up on a four-inch pedestal like a curvy little brown goddess. He felt a stirring in his pants, and looked away. Jasmine was doing a lazy backstroke in the water. 

"You can come in, you know." She said. 

"How?" He asked. "I don't have my shorts or anything." 

"You've got underwear on, haven't you?" Jasmine floated in the water, the peaks of her breasts skimming just above the surface. "It's okay, honey. You can be a little naughty. It's only your mum here. It's nothing I haven't seen anyway." She chuckled. 

"Mom, I don't know-" 

"Henry," she stood, facing him. "Take off your clothes and get in the water." 

"Yes, mom." He said. The words made her heart skip a beat. Jasmine drifted aimlessly in the pool a bit, watching as her son stripped off his polo and jeans, revealing his broad, muscular body in the dim lights of the atrium. She noticed that he was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, underwear she'd seen in the laundry on a weekly basis, but had never really considered how...well...he filled them out. Henry eased himself into the water on the far side of the grotto, and Jasmine found herself watching the muscles rippling under his skin, fascinated by the sculpted frame of his body. 

"You don't have to be so far away, honey," she said, softly, as he settled into the water. "Come here, Henry." Without a word, he pushed away from the wall and had crossed the Heartspring in a couple of breaststrokes. 

"Here," Jasmine said as he broke the surface, taking him by one arm and pushing him towards the granite wall. "Feel the jet of the spring." 

Her son settled his back against the wall, and felt the spout of water rushing up from below, bubbles bursting against his pendant sac. He squirmed a bit, but not from discomfort. 

"It's good, isn't it?" She asked. 

"Yeah," he said in a ragged voice. 

"Well, don't hog it." Turning around, Jasmine backed into her son, letting her firm, meaty behind bounce into his torso. "Hold onto your mum, now, and we can both enjoy." His arms encircled her, coming to rest just under her breasts, and an electric trill ran through them both. The heated jet from the spring ran between their legs, and Jasmine bit her lip, thinking of just how bad they were both being. She squirmed a little in his arms, the slick skin of her ass sliding around against his six-pack. 

"Isn't this nice?" She said, resting her head against his chest. Henry grunted his assent. "Aren't you glad you came, now? You didn't even want to go until we watched the DVD, and even then you complained the whole way." 

"It's good, mom. I like it a lot." He squeezed her tighter. 

"Spending time with your mum's not so bad," Jasmine chuckled. "Maybe you should listen to what I have to say more often." 

"I will," he said in a hushed voice, breath catching in his throat as the words left his mouth. 

"What a good boy," she said, as pleasurable warmth suffused her through body, feeling her labia begin to swell. "And good boys get rewarded." Her slippery behind slid down his torso an inch, and she felt the hardness of his youthful cock pressing into her flesh. Jasmine stifled a gasp, and they both froze. This was so wrong, but the sheer wrongness made it feel so good; she was more excited than she'd ever been in her life, knowing she was violating the most dearly-held rules. She wiggled her behind, just a little, feeling the thick log of Henry's cock sinking into the deep cleft of her ass. 

"Are you alright, honey?" She asked, innocently. "Your old mum's not too heavy, is she?" 

"N-no, mom." His voice was strained. Jasmine tried not to giggle, and wriggled again. She was being an awful tease, she knew, but she just couldn't help herself. Henry's arms released her torso, and she felt his big hands settling down on her hips. 

"Henry," she warned. "You're not doing anything you oughtn't back there, are you?" His fingers pressed into her flesh, but didn't quite pull her downwards. 

"No mom," he said again, and the rush of knowing that he was not only listening but obeying made her toes curl. Of its own accord, one of Jasmine's hands slid between her legs, and settled just on top of her pubic mound. Over her suit, of course. The bubbles from the Heartspring played around her fingertips as she pressed her palm down. 

"Mmmm, good boy." Jasmine purred, and squeezed her ass around the insistent rod pressing into her. "It's okay to be a bit naughty," she said, rolling her hips a little and grinding the palm of her hand into her own delicate flesh. "But we don't want to get carried away, do we?" 

"No, I guess not." Henry's fingers dug a little deeper, hands trembling, but otherwise not moving. 

"It's okay, sweetheart," she said. "You just listen to your mum and she'll lead you right." 

"Yes, mom." Henry said, grunting. Jasmine hooked her legs behind her son's knees, sandwiching his rampant erection deeper in between her ass cheeks, while grinding her palm harder into her pussy mound. 

"That's right," she said. "Mum knows what's best." Henry was breathing heavily in her ear. "You should always do what I tell you, shouldn't you?" 

"Y-yes!" He gasped. Jasmine's other hand reached back to entwine itself in his hair. She rolled her hips again, savouring the sensation of skin sliding against skin. 

"O-oh, honey!" Her toes curling behind his knees, Henry's mom dug her fingers into the deep cameltoe she'd created in the crotch of the suit. The heated wetness sliding around down there wasn't all from the Heartspring, not by far. Pressing her fingertips in between her plush outer labia, she pushed her ass harder onto Henry's thick slab of meat, surrounding it in a slippery cocoon of soft flesh, even with her suit and his shorts in the way. "It makes mummy feel so good when you do what she s-saaays!" Without warning, Jasmine's body went rigid as a sudden orgasm coursed through her, clamping her generous behind tight down on her son's fat cock. He grunted and held on tight as she felt something hotter even than the Heartpsring begin to smear across her lower back... 

* * * 

"...that's mad!" Rhea leaned forward in her chair, fascinated. The front of her silky black robe parted as she did, revealing enough ivory-white cleavage that Jasmine was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. "Then what happened?" They were seated in a pair of overstuffed easy chairs in the living room of the apartment above the cafe. 




The Pool Boy



Jasmine buried her head in her hands. "Ooooh, Rhea. It all got so out of hand, so out of control." She shook her head. "I don't know what happened, or why we did it. I don't know why we didn't stop or come to our sense. It's all so wrong." Rubbing her face, she sat back up. 

"We stayed like that for a moment, a very long moment." She shivered in her terrycloth robe, remembering. "Then it was like we both woke up from a dream. He didn't say anything, I didn't say anything. He just got out of the Heartspring and left and now I don't know what to do. I stayed there for a long, long time and then got dressed and came straight here. I don't even know why I did that because I was following your advice in the first place!" She stamped one wedge-heeled foot on the floor. 

"Why? Because I'm your friend, darlin'." Rhea stood, and her robe parted briefly to expose the sheer length of her legs, stark white against the black silk. "You polish off that cuppa, and then I'll get some medicine into you." She winked, and walked towards the stairs leading down. 

"Sean!" The statuesque redhead called down. "Bring up two Mothers' Milks when you get a chance, will you?" 

"Yes mum!" Came a deep male voice from below. 

"He's a good boy," Rhea winked. "Deep down, they all want to be a good boy for mum. Making mum happy makes them happy." 

Jasmine rubbed her face while Rhea's words sunk into her brain. She spoke softly, insistently, but sometimes... it felt like each word was a door slamming shut in her head. Of course Henry just wanted to be a good boy for her, and it did feel good when he did what she said, didn't it? Given her a little tingle, and he hadn't even asked for anything crazy - just a little help, here and there - and there was certainly nothing wrong with that was there? And besides, even if she did ask him to do something wrong, it was okay to be naughty sometimes, even exciting! 

"There he is!" Exclaimed Rhea, disrupting her train of thought. Coming up the stairs was a slim young man of about 20 or so, wearing the standard Jocasta's uniform for men: a tight white t-shirt that showed off the slight v-shape of his torso, and loose black pants. His bright red hair and pallid complexion were clearly inherited from his mother. In either hand, he held a large glass goblet filled to the brim with a milky solution, a slice of pineapple hanging over the side of each glass while brightly-coloured paper umbrellas rolled along the rim at a jaunty angle. "Bring them here, Sean." She was seated in her easy chair again, looking like a queen as she beckoned for her son to come over. She'd crossed one long pale leg over the other, and bounced her foot impatiently. 

He came to his mother first, gently handing over the drink, then bending for a kiss on the mouth, that lingered for just a moment too long. They parted with a slightly wet, sticky sound, and Sean brought Jasmine her drink. She sniffed it, diffidently. She'd actually never seen a drink so large. 

"Thank you, darlin'," Rhea said as her son perched on the arm of her chair; one of her hands slid up and onto his knee. "Go ahead and drink up, lovely. It'll calm your nerves." Jasmine took a sip; it was sweet and spicy and very alcoholic, but the moment the liquid hit her tongue, she could feel the tension lift from her shoulders. "See? Feels better already, doesn't it?" Jasmine nodded. 

"This is my boy, Sean." The young man waved. "He runs the kitchen over in the main building, so if you had breakfast this morning, he's the one who made sure it was edible. Sean, this is our new friend Jasmine; she's staying at the spa with her lad, Henry. She's had a bit of a fright, so she just popped in for a nip." Rhea gently stroked her son's leg as her guest took another drink. 

"You don't mind when mum asks you do to her favours, do you, Sean?" 

"Nah," he shook his head. "I love it. You've got a better head on your shoulders than I do, anyway. I'd be lost without you." His mother squeezed his leg, above the knee. 

"See?" Rhea said. "Jasmine feels guilty about getting Henry to do things for her." She explained. Sean laughed, heartily. 

"Foolishness!" He spat out. "There's nothing I love better than ob- than doing something nice for mum." Rhea's hand crept up his thigh. 

"Every boy wants to make his mum happy," she said, and Jasmine nodded again. "And to tell you the truth, it's better than having a husband! He'll stick around, for one thing. Won't you, Sean?" 

"Oh yeah," he enthused. "Where would I go without you?" Rhea's hand was dangerously high in his lap. 

"Mmmm," she purred. "You've no idea how happy that makes your old mum to hear." Her fingertips walked around on the surface of Sean's upper thigh. Jasmine drank deeply of the Mother's Milk, watching the pair in front of her. While her hand walked around in her son's lap, Rhea was subtly rubbing her legs together. It couldn't be a bad thing for a mother to let her son make her so happy, could it? She remembered the pleasurable tingle that came along with watching Henry neatly stack her towels on the bench, and began to rub her own thighs together. 

"...not old, mum," Sean was saying. "You're mature - and gorgeous to boot!" One of Rhea's fingers looked like it was sliding along the inside of his leg. 

"What about our guest, darlin'?" His mother asked, gesturing at Jasmine. "Stand up, lovely. Take off your robe." She took another pull from the goblet and did as Rhea suggested, knowing that she shouldn't, that she never would have before, that it was just so naughty, disrobing in front of a handsome young man she'd only met ten minutes previously. The robe fell to her feet, and she saw Sean's eyes go wide. He breathed out in a low whistle. "Don't be shy now, give us a spin." Rhea made a circle motion with her drink. Still slightly wobbly on the unfamiliar shoes, Jasmine turned in a slow circle, and heard Sean gasp once she'd presented her behind to him. Emboldened by the alcohol, she bent at the waist a little, pushing her thick booty towards him, enjoying the sensation of having his eyes crawling all over her body, knowing she was teasing this young man, her friend's own son. Forbidden pleasure coursed through her, and she rubbed her thighs together more urgently, feeling the moisture beginning to seep into the fabric of the suit. Jasmine looked back over her shoulder at Sean. 

"Henry's a lucky lad," he said, voice slightly distant. All of Rhea's fingers were inside his thigh now, her wrist working in short strokes. 

"Isn't he." Sean's mother agreed. "I told you Ronnie would set you up right, didn't I? I'm surprised she didn't try to sell you something even more...revealing." Jasmine blushed. "Oh she did!" Rhea chuckled. "I hear we're supposed to get a break in the clouds tomorrow. You should wear it tomorrow out by the pool, get some son on you. I bet Henry wouldn't mind getting outside either." 

"That's such a good idea," Jasmine enthused, turning all the way through the circle. "I haven't seen the sun for days now; not since we crossed the border. Do you really like the suit, Sean?" 

"Oh yeah," he said, panting a little. She sat down in her chair, crossing her legs slowly in a lengthy display of smooth brown thigh. She watched his eyes tracking the motion of her legs and wished there was a discreet way for her to slip her hand in between them. Jasmine went to take another drink from her goblet, and found it was empty. 

"Do you want another?" Rhea asked. "Go on and tell him." 

"Can I-" 

"Tell him." Sean's mother insisted. 

"Sean," Jasmine began, clearing her throat. "Go and make me another drink." Then, after a moment, she added, "please." He glanced down at his mother, who gave him a tiny nod. 

"Yes ma'am," Sean said with a grin, standing up and crossing the floor to take the glass from her. The curvy little brunette's head felt hazy, but there was no mistaking the pleasure she felt telling him what to do, and another when he agreed. She gave him a searing once-over as he passed, noting that there was a quarter-sized wet stain on the thigh of his pants, right where Rhea's hand had been. 

"Feels good, yeah?" Rhea asked. "There's nothing wrong with feeling good, just like there's nothing wrong with being naughty." Jasmine nodded and watched as Sean's tight behind wiggled away down the stairs. "Don't feel bad about feeling good, lovely. That's what you came here for, after all. And what else is a son for, if not makin his mum feel good? Nothing, that's what." 

Henry's mother closed her eyes, relishing the sensations flowing through her body, fueled by the alcohol and Rhea's words and the new knowledge being written in her brain as doors slammed shut in there. She stretched out in the easy chair, curling her toes and rubbing her thighs together as the fabric of the suit squished in between them. She giggled. 

"It feels so good to feel good," she said. Rhea laughed. 

"It's the meaning of life," the redhead told her. A liquid lethargy began seeping through of Jasmine's limbs, despite the sensations emanating from her pussy. She rubbed her face again with one hand; her body felt like it was floating, almost. Was it the alcohol? Somebody pressed something cold and wet into her slackening fingers. 

"Is she alright, mum?" Sean's voice came from another planet. Jasmine's fingers curled tight around the stem of the goblet. 

"She's alright," Rhea said. "Jasmine's just having a bit of a dream is all. Now come here and give your mum a proper kiss." There were wet noises and the sound of clothes rustling. Feeling far away, she opened one eye a crack, and saw a blurry shape on the far (soooo far!) side of the room, a writhing moving mix of white and black and red. 

"Oh!" Rhea's voice came in a gasp. "Your hand is cold. Here." More clothing rustled. "Mmmm...there, that's warmer, isn't it?" 

"Mum I've been thinking about it all day, ever since this morning, when you-" Sean was cut short by something, then wet noises ensued. Jasmine closed her eye again, feeling her head (so heavy!) loll forward onto her chest. It felt like it was going to take a lot of effort to lift it again. 

"That's right, use your fingers just like that," Rhea cooed. "Now, deeper!" Jasmine smiled a sleepy satisfied grin. Whatever was going on in her dream sounded an awful lot like foreplay. "You have been waiting for your mum all day, haven't you?" 

"Please, please touch it," he begged. 

"It's mum's cock and she'll do what she likes with it," Rhea laughed. Jasmine laughed too. 

"She's still awake," Sean hissed. 

"Nobody told you to comment," Rhea said, suddenly stern. "For that you can get down on your knees and put your tongue to better use." 

Though more sounds reached her ears from across the room, Jasmine heard no more. 

* * * 

Her head pounded as she stepped outside, Henry holding the door open for her. Rhea had been right - where the last couple of days had been miserably overcast and foggy, the summer sun was blazing overhead. At least she had mastered her shoes, despite the dizzying hangover, Jasmine thought as she strode into the sun past him. 

Instead of the thick terrycloth robe, she was wearing a teal cover-up the woman down at the shop had sent up in the bag with her other purchases - really just an oversized t-shirt that wouldn't stop sliding off her bare brown shoulders. Oversized sunglasses and a floppy hat kept the sun at bay. 

"Are you sure you're alright for this, mom?" 

"I think a nice long lie-down in the sun is just what the doctor ordered." Jasmine said brusquely. "Provided you don't mind taking care of me." She flashed him a look over her shoulder. 

"No! Not at all," he said, blushing hotly. 

"Good boy," his mother purred. Her headache was beginning to abate already in the warm sun. The gravel in the path crunched under their feet as he followed her to the outdoor pool, a kidney-shaped area just outside the main building itself and tucked away behind a thick hedge with an imposing iron gate. A couple dozen chaise longues were scattered about, with the odd, closed umbrella. There was a tiny swim-up bar on the far side, shuttered for the morning. 

"Put the bag there, please Henry." Jasmine gestured at the foot of a chaise close to the pool, under the shade of an open umbrella. She seated herself and looked up at her son, who was standing there, looking vaguely uneasy and at loose ends. His fingers played nervously with the belt of his robe. "You can take that off, honey. You'll bake in this heat." 

"Mom these shorts are a little-" 

"Don't be silly, honey. There's nobody else here," the sweep of her arm encompassed the empty pool area. "Besides, I bought them for you, and I want to make sure they fit. Now take off your robe." 

"Yes, mom." He said, cowed. Jasmine had to suppress a mewl as a brief thrill of pleasure coursed through her. Henry let the belt of his robe fall loose, and shrugged it off. As the terry cloth flumped to the ground, she was suddenly struck by how closely her son resembled Greek god or ancient Olympic athlete, cast in bronze. From his tight cap of black curls to the pout of his mouth, the youthful flawlessness of the brown skin he'd inherited from her to the tightly packed lean muscle rippling just underneath it, she had no doubt he could have been found in miniature in some Renaissance artist's garret. Of course, no sculptor would have included the tiny black speedos Henry wore, or the impressive bulge that they barely contained. 

Staring directly at her son's crotch, Jasmine said, "yes, they look like they fit. Turn around, please?" His buttocks stretched the Lycra drum tight across their roundness. In a fit of naughtiness, she reached up and snapped the band crossing over his right cheek. It slapped back into place with a satisfying smack, and she found herself suddenly come all over with the urge to squeeze it. There was a fluttering heat building between her thighs, but she resisted the urge nonetheless. 

"Yes they look very nice." Jasmine said in a husky voice. "Do you like them?" 

"They're really tight," he said. 

"Yes, I know." She tried not to run her fingers over his sun-warmed skin. "That's to reduce resistance." Failing, she trailed her nails down his thigh. "When you're swimming. Go on. Jump in." 

Jasmine stretched herself out on the chaise as she watched Henry dash towards the water, saw those powerful leg muscles coil and spring as he launched himself into the pool. She dropped her shoes to the floor as his long brown body sliced through the water, wiggling her toes and letting her legs drift apart. Henry began to do laps in the water as she peeled off the cover-up, tossing it on top of her shoes. Leaning back, she looked up into the canopy of the open umbrella above and frowned. 

"Henry," she called out. "Can you come here a moment and fix this damn thing for me?" 

His head popped up over the edge of the pool. "What?" 

"Come here." Jasmine said crisply. "And fix. This umbrella. I want to feel the sun on my skin." 

"Yes, mom." Henry said, pulling himself out of the pool, and she could only stare as water coursed down over his torso, dripping from his pectoral muscles and running in rivulets through the gutters of his abs. He padded over, eyes locked on the supine form of his mother. 

Jasmine was wearing a color-blocked bikini in a bright blue and electric green, a stark contrast with the deep brown of her skin. The bandeau top was barely sufficient to hold in the voluminous flesh of her breasts as it was, and as she laid back on the chaise they threatened to pour out with every breath. The diminutive bottoms made for a bright triangle of colour cut across the soft, smooth skin of her stomach, dipping briefly in between the plush thickness of her thighs. Eyes hidden beneath dark glass, she regarded her son as his gaze raked over her. A smile played over her luscious mouth. 

"Close the umbrella, Henry darling," she said, gesturing at it. The thick black lump in his Speedos had grown, pushing sideways along his thigh. He reached over her body to grab the stand, fiddling with the catch and jiggling the slick black Lycra package over her abdomen. Droplets of water splashed down on her tummy. Eventually, he loosened the mechanism, and the open canopy collapsed, drenching mother and son in blazing sunlight. 

"Oh my," Jasmine cooed. "That is so very much better. Thank you, Henry." The heat that suffused through her body was more than just solar, she knew. 

"In that bag, you should find some sunscreen," she said, rolling over onto her stomach. "I'd really rather not burn." She wiggled her behind in his general direction. "Put some on my back." 

"Yes, of course," Henry said, and began rifling through the bag. It felt so good to watch him jump to do her bidding; Jasmine smiled, catlike, feeling like a queen. "This?" He asked, holding up a white bottle. She nodded. 

"Legs first," she said, kicking one foot. Turning to rest her head on her arms, Jasmine was soon rewarded by the sensation of thick, sun-warmed cream splatting up and down the back of one thigh, then her son's big, strong hands as they smoothed it out over her skin. His palms skimmed down the back of her thigh, then encircled her calf, working in the greasy lotion; she really couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so well-taken-care-of, or just plain good, for that matter. "Make sure you get my thighs, Henry. Even on the inside. The skin is very sensitive in there." 

"Yes'm," he muttered, applying more lotion and driving his big hands between her legs, smearing it between them, knuckles brushing dangerously close to the gusset of her bikini bottoms. They both paused for a moment in shock at the near-contact, neither aware that the other was also holding a breath; then, he went back in, brushing just a fraction of an inch closer. 'Naughty boy,' she thought to herself, as moisture began to seep out from between her labia and into the fabric. 

On his third pass, she said in a soft voice, "I think that's enough there for now, Henry. Do the other leg." And he obeyed. 

As he applied sunscreen to her other leg, Jasmine said, "it makes your old mum so happy when you take care of her like this, Henry darling. Do you like it?" 

"Yeah," he said, rubbing harder, fingers kneading. "I don't know what it is about this place, mom... But, I'm sorry." 

"Sorry?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry for being a shit." Henry gave his mother a hangdog look. "I know I'm not- I know I don't help out very much. I know you do everything for me. Did everything for me. But, since we got here..." he groped for the words even as his fingertips dug into her thigh. "I like doing things for you. I like it when you ask me to do things. I makes me feel good, I dunno. Really good." He took a deep breath. "When we get home, I promise, I'll keep on taking care of you if you want. Maybe I'll even take a gap year or something. Would that be okay? Would you like that, mom?" 

Jasmine's body flushed with pleasure and she had to bury her face in her arms again to suppress a sudden wet moan that threatened to burst forth from her core. 

"Yes, Henry," her voice was muffled by her forearm. "That would make mummy very happy indeed. Now keep going, sweetheart. You're not done yet." Behind here came the sounds of the sunscreen bottle wheezing out more lotion, and his hands were back on her thighs, heading upwards. "Higher, please." His slippery fingers slipped across the broad globes of her buttocks; she could feel her son's fingers trembling as he touched her but tried not to but had to. Jasmine subtly hunched her behind upwards a little, letting the forbidden thrill flood through her. It was one thing in the Heartspring, where nobody could see, but out here, outside under the sun where any guest could come wandering through the gate, the feeling was so much more intense.