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Pool

By: Buffffy



You were supposed to meet me at O'Reilly's pub at 8:30. I had on a short black skirt and a pale pink silk blouse with black heels. It was sexy, but not trashy. The pink was just sweet enough. I arrived about 8:15. I can't stand to be late so I'm always early. I sat at the bar and ordered a vodka martini. I was a little nervous since we hadn't seen each other in a while and I wanted to calm my nerves. The place was pretty empty except for four college guys playing pool. They were all young and clean cut, about 22 at the most. One of the guys was a pretty big black guy, a football player probably. They all looked up when I walked in and smiled. I nodded politely. 

I pretty much downed the drink and could already feel the heat of the alcohol coursing through me. I don't drink much so the effect was fast. One of the guys came over to the bar and ordered a round of drinks for his friends. He looked at the empty glass and asked what I was drinking. "Wow, that's heavy duty. I'm Josh."

"Oh I don't really drink much, but I was a little anxious." He smiled and said that the glass was empty and he'd get another. I put my hand over the glass as a no and he put his hand on it at the same time. He kept his hand on mine a little long and I could feel myself blush. "No, really, I shouldn't. I'm waiting for a friend."

"Your friend's late. Relax and join us." With that the bartender topped off my glass and I made a weak smile.

The second drink was already starting to hit me. I started to relax a lot and went over to watch the guys up close now. Josh came over and stood close to me. "You play pool?"

"Oh no, not really. I have a couple of times, but I'm not that good at it. I never hold the cue right."

"Oh it's easy. Here. I'll show you." He took the cue and put it in my hands. "Like this. Now bend over and take your shot." I knew that my skirt was too short and I tried not to bend all the way over, but he took his hands and put them on my hips and positioned me. He kept his hands on my hips. I took the shot and hit the ball. "See, you can do it." He patted my ass. Just then one of the other guys handed me another drink. "No, really. I shouldn't."

"Oh come on. Your friend stood you up. Have fun." I looked at my watch and sure enough, it was 9:30 already and I was pissed. You hadn't called and here I was waiting. I took a sip of the drink and said, "ok. What should we play for?" Josh looked at me hungrily and said, "how about strip pool?" I laughed, thinking he was kidding. "No, I'm serious."

"That's not fair. I'll lose. I can barely play." He looked at me and smiled, "I know." I slapped him on the arm and laughed.

"Ok. Just a regular game then," he said. "Good." I took the cue and went to make my shot. "No, Buffy. Not like that. He came behind me and positioned me. This time I could feel his cock rubbing against me. I pretended not to notice, but he pushed his body in tighter. I could tell he was big and despite myself, started to feel wet. I paused for a second and missed the shot. "Noooo, you're not leaning over enough." I looked at him and smiled. "Oh really? Show me." He came behind me again and rubbed harder. This time I pushed back. He just froze for a second, surprised that I responded and then took me by the hips and placed me for the shot. Bam. Right into the pocket. I squealed with joy and turned around and hugged him. Without missing a beat, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was halfway down my throat. I could feel his massive cock and the vodka and let myself go. I reached down and ran my fingernails over his groin. He responded by running his hand up under my skirt. All I had on was the thong you told me to wear. He started to run his fingers over my pussy. "You're wet," he whispered. "And you're hard as a rock," I answered, but not softly. The other three guys all stood there watching the scene in shock. The black guy laughed when I said that. "Oh, did I offend you?" I laughed. "No, you made me hard too."

"Mmm, the more the merrier," I giggled. I took the glass and chugged the rest of the vodka. "Let's play a game," I said. "You guys play a round and whoever wins, I get to suck."

"Whoa, yeah," the black guy said. The guys scrambled to the table and took their best shots. The quiet mousy guy won. He laughed a nervous laugh. I went over and dropped in front of him and opened his pants. "Mmm. Impressive. Who knew?" He blushed. I could tell he was no challenge. Too excited. I had him cumming in no time. But I wanted Josh and I wanted him to beg so I made a big show of taking the cum into my mouth. "Geezus…," he moaned. "Next game you three. Let's go." This round the black guy won. "Ever done a black guy before?" I laughed. "Well, have you?" I didn't answer. I just went to work freeing that cock. I wasn't disappointed. He was hung and hard. I struggled a little with the size at first and then found a rhythm. I thought of my pool table trick from my trip, but I was saving that for Josh. The black guy's cum was thicker than the first guy, but not as much. I pushed it to the edge of my tongue and sort of let it drip out a little and then sucked it back. Number three wasn't even going to make it. 

Josh was tired of the game then and pushed the black guy out of the way. "You're a real cum slut, aren't you? Suck me." And he shoved his cock in my face. I looked up at him defiantly. "You didn't win." He grabbed my hair and pushed me towards him. "Yes, I did." I opened my mouth and started to suck him wildly. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth hard. "Take it. Take it all," he groaned. I eagerly did. Just then I saw you walking in out of the corner of my eye. That was all I needed to really give a great show. 

I looked over at you and then acted like I didn't even know you. Just then Josh came hard all over my face. Cum was dripping down my cheeks and lips. "Hi honey," I said. The guys all turned to you, stunned. "Couldn't wait for me, huh? You're such a little whore. Was she good?" They didn't know what to say and stood dumbfounded except for Josh. "Yeah, she sucks better than I've ever had. Does she fuck good too?"

"Be my guest," you calmly said. "She'll love it." I looked up at you and smiled. Boy was I going to get fucked great when we got home. Josh pulled me up and put me on the edge of the table and pulled off my thong. He started to run his fingers all over my pussy, taking them out every once in a while and licking them. "Mmm, you're sweet." He buried his face in my pussy and licked me furiously. I came hard and fast. "Get on your hands and knees slut," you ordered. I immediately assumed the position on the table. "Go fuck her kid. She's begging for it." Josh climbed up on the table and came behind me. He rubbed his newly hard cock on my wet pussy, teasing me a little, making me buck back. "Oh she wants it bad," you groaned. You knew the more you did that, the wilder I would be. Josh started to pound into me from behind, but I was pushing back just as hard. The other guys all stood there stroking their cocks. I motioned to the black guy to bring it to my mouth. Every move into me took him deeper in my mouth. He and Josh both started to grunt and groan, cumming almost at the same time. The third guy had never been touched and I licked my lips at him. "come on darlin' You can have a turn." His cock was in my mouth in no time. I was in cock heaven and you were about to bust. I didn't know what you were going to do.

Then you got this wicked look on your face. You reached over and took one of the pool cues. "I ought to fuck you with this, you whore." My eyes widened in excitement. "You wouldn't dare," I said. You pulled me back closer to you and rubbed some cum on the cue, just like chalk. "You know what I always get, don't you Buffy?"

I squirmed in excitement. "Yes, David. Only you." You took the cue and pushed it lightly against my ass. Just a little in and out. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me thrash and scream. You leaned over and whispered in my ear, "when I get you home, this is going to be my big cock and I'm not going to be gentle." I rubbed my clit as you played with me, collapsing in a heap on the table from my orgasm. 

"Get cleaned up. We're leaving," you snapped. I went to the ladies room as ordered. When I came out, you were sitting at the bar laughing with the guys, all having a drink. You handed me another one and a little piece of paper. "What's this?"

"Josh's address. He wants to give you pool lessons."

"Mmmm. I might need quite a few..."

Pool



It's a late Friday night and I'm feeling it bad, making the rounds with my pool cue, lookin' for a game and some possible action. The local place, Lefty's is about half full but not too jumping. No one at the table. Well, hell If you ain't got no one to play with, you might as well play with yourself.

I move to the table and rack for a solitary game of 8-ball against myself, wondering who will win, me or me, unsheathe my maple sword and screw it together.

"Hi", a voice says. Mind if I play?"

"Suits me."

"Name's Lance."

"My god," I think, "Lance!" It's all I can do to keep from ogling his jeans to check out his 'lance'.

"Mine's Jeff." We shake hands. Am I imagining it or does he hold my hand just a bit long, just a hair warmly? He is not tall, maybe 5'8".  A dozen or so years younger than my 34 years. Well formed, but not huge pecs, abs, and biceps are outlined beneath his forest green silk shirt. Slim hips, trim legs and the cutest tight little buns fill designer jeans faded in all the right places. Dark swarthy good looks. A little mustache and well trimmed goatee frame a smile that would launch ships. A sharp little V of a tickler sits beneath his lower lip. I start to fantasize about where it might tickle me.

"Flip you for the break?"

Fishing in the pocket of my pearl grey wool slacks, I pull out a quarter. "Heads or tails?"

"Tails."

"Sorry, my break!"

"Straight eight, right?"

"Yep!"

I move a little closer. His scent is a wild male musk. My hormones start pumping. How about a little wager?" I say.

"How much?"

"Well I say, dropping my voice. If you win I'll give you fifty bucks."

"And if you win?"

"If I win you've got to give me some of your time, come to my place for a while." I am taking a big chance here because I am not at all sure about his inclinations. I might even get the shit kicked out of me.

"Uh, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, we can decide that later. A couple of hours of your company. Maybe a couple of drinks, smoke a joint or two."

"That's all? Just my 'company'?"

"Sure, well I mean it's boring as hell in here except for the pool table."

"And that's worth fifty bucks to you?"

"Why not? I've got money and the time and not much else. Beats spending time alone. Who knows, maybe we'll get to be good friends."

"Is this a pick up? 'Cuz I want you to know that I have a girl friend and I . . . uh, well I'm not that way."

Still keeping my voice low, I murmur.  "Well I'm not gonna rape you or anything like that. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to."

Lance takes a step back and looks closely at me. Despite his protestations, I can see something there, curiosity at least.

"Okay," he says at last. "You got yourself a bet.

Now I am no slouch with a pool cue. Many a would-be shark has fallen before the strokes of my sword. It'd cost me eleven hundred bucks, a fine-tuned instrument, perfectly balanced and fitted to my fingers like a tight calfskin driving glove.

I break and sink the nine ball. My next shot is a double bank on a combination and the eleven plops in the corner. Two more stripes bite the dust. I glance up at Lance and he is lounging languidly in the corner, his body turned just so, the long silhouette of his 'lance' outlined down the leg of his tight faded jeans. It is enough to break my concentration and I fluff an easy shot. "Crap", I think to myself. "Fifty bucks!" It is not so much the loss of the money which irks me as the loss of the prospect of a 'few hours' at my place with this fine youngster.

Lance leans over the table; holding his cue light-fingered and easy he strokes like a pro.  He moves around the table with grace and confidence, sinking ball after ball. I like what I see.  It is almost worth the fifty just to watch him move inside his jeans.

"Oh well," I tell myself. I've lost before. Will probably lose again. Just when I've resigned myself to another night alone with a good book and an unsatisfied libido,  Lance misses an easy shot on the eight.  He complains loudly, but I sense a degree of insincerity in his demeanor.

Now it really is up to me. I pause. Breathe deeply. Shake the woolies out of my brain. The juke box blares. "Bad, bad, Leroy Brown". I grin. My music! The fates are with me. Four down and four to go. The twelve drops. Three. I slice the fifteen down the long rail and it disappears. Snookered behind the eight ball, I have no choice but to try a complicated three rail shot on the thirteen. The kiss is good. It rolls toward the corner in agonizingly slow motion.  Bobbles in the corner. Teeters. Drops. The grin widens on my face.  The eight stands alone. Straight shot in the side, my favorite pocket. I glance up at lance. His lips are pursed in the tiny hint of a smile. An easy stroke and victory is mine. 

"Look," I say. "I won't hold you to anything. It's okay. Great playing with you."

"Don't insult me," he says. A deal is a deal. How you want to do this?"'

Having difficulty wiping the dopey smile off my face, I reply. "Well, hang around in here for a bit. Then walk out the door. I'll pick you up out front."

It takes me about five minutes to retrieve my grey Porsche 911 convertible and tool around to the front of Lefty's, top down. True to his word he waits at the curb. " Hop in," I say, leaning over to pop open the door for him. His lean form looks great adorning the grey leather bucket seat. 

I soon have the sleek machine roaring up the coast highway. The night air is brisk but not unpleasant, the full moon flashing silver and grey behind scudding pewter clouds.  Lance's flaming red hair floats back in the breeze, causing two lumps to form in me, only one of which is in my throat.

"So lance, tell me something about you."

"What do you want to hear?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. What do you do for a living? What do you care about? What kind of music do you like? You married? Divorced. Single. What?

"Well," he says, " I am a cartographer by trade. A map maker, you know. I like jazz, the blues, some classical. I had a steady girl, Jeannette, I thought we were gonna get married but two months ago she dumped me for a plumber. A fuckin' plumber, can you believe that? Guy came to her place to fix a leak and they ended up in bed. So I just been kinda laying low for a while. Licking my wounds so to speak. How about you?"

Well, I was married once. Along time ago. But I figured out that I like girls and boys.  She couldn't handle that and I couldn't give it up." I sneak a look at his face to see how the news of my bisexuality has taken him, but can discern no reaction, so I plunge ahead.  "Since then I've stayed uncommitted.  I got lucky in the dot com market swell and was smart enough to get out ahead of the plunge, so I'm okay for cash. No worries. Just kinda going through life day by day, taking my joy where I can find it." 

"Well, this is it," I tell him. "Home sweet home. It's not too late to change your mind if you don't feel comfortable, you know."

"No sweat! Really, it's okay."

Inside I gesture toward the sofa. "Have a seat. I'll be right with you." I move to fire up my massive fieldstone fireplace. Put on some tunes. "Wanna drink? What'll it be?"

"Yeah, something, I don't care what it is."

I return with two snifters of Phillipe Secundo, the fine Spanish brandy gleaming amber and gold in the flickering firelight. "Try this. It's great. Just about the finest brandy you'll find. Savor it. Taste the grapes. And to supplement the flavor." I lean and open a small wooden box on the glass coffee table, a replica of the coffin of El Cid, stolen from a convent in my younger, more reckless days. "Voila!" I produce two good-sized joints of primo Columbian red bud.  Fire one up. Inhale deeply, hold it in. Pass it over. Our fingers touch and an unseen spark jumps across between us.

He tokes deep. For a while we don't speak, passing the fine weed back and forth and sipping the aromatic liquor. 

Halfway through the second joint, Lance speaks. 'Uh. . . You know I 've never done this before."

"Smoked dope?"

His face reddens, approaching the color of his hair. I can't help but wonder if the nest between his muscular legs is just as flaming. "No I mean, uh. I mean I've never been, uh you know with a man before. Well, okay.  Once a long time ago in a scout tent with my best buddy, but we didn't, you know, um, really, uh, do anything. Just uh, you know, touched each other." Now his face is flaming, redder that the flickering flames.  "Have you done this a lot?  I mean, you know. . . with other men?

"Oh I've had my share."

"Well, uh. . . er, what's it like?"

"Well Mr. Twenty question, let me ask you a question or two. Do you ever think about it? Wonder what it would be like?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it quite a bit, you know like fantasizing."

"Do you fantasize sometimes about men when you jerk off? I mean, you do masturbate, right?"

"Well sure and yes."

"What do you imagine? Can you tell me what you think about?"

Lance's shyness is a definite turn-on for me. He hesitates a long time before his answer, as if he doesn't know what turns him on. 

"I think a lot about . . . being sucked off, you know."

"Well didn't your girl friend, what's her name, Janette Ever suck you."

"Are you kidding, no way. She thinks everything but straight up, uh, screwing is dirty. She wouldn't even let me go down on her."

"And what else? Ever think about holding another guy's cock, maybe sucking it?"

"Lots of times.  I even, er, touch myself and then smell and suck my fingers to get the taste. But you know I don't even know if I really want to or, you know, just think about it. I worry a lot about maybe being Qu. . . , uh , er gay 'cuz I have these thoughts and dreams. I wouldn't want that. I love women a lot too.

"You know Lance, I used to worry about that a lot myself. But one can't go through life accepting  the names others might stick on him.  Even when I was a lot lot younger than you I was very confused. I caught myself checking out other guys, in the  shower and stuff.  And then I'd get real ashamed and afraid. I was very confused for a lot of years, but finally I decided I am what I am.  If I like the smell and taste of a god hot pussy, if I like women and making love to them, but then I like the smell and taste of a good hot cock, too, what am I? I am me! Then I found out from this book, well, several books actually, that there are many, many degrees and types of sexuality. For a while I even tried to put a number to it. Was I fifty-fifty? Twenty-eighty?  Finally I just said 'the hell with it. Sometimes I call myself a bi-sexual.  Sometimes ambisexual. I really think what I am might be called omni sexual. Just your basic horn dog that loves sex of all kinds and types. Anyway, I've stopped worrying about it and just do what I do, And am I loving it! And right now I am extremely turned on by you. Lance, the person and the body. But that doesn't compel you to do anything, be anything. You are you and that's that!"

"You can still go if you want. Or you can stay and smoke some more, listen to some tunes. I've got a great blues collection. Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Koko Taylor, all the greats." As I say this I place a 'friendly' palm on his thigh, not too high up. I don't want to freak him, just encourage him. " I'll be disappointed, but I'll live. Either way, I'll still respect you in the morning," I joke. "So, Go or stay. It's up to you. And if you stay, what you do will be your decision."

"No. It's okay. I want to. I mean I think I do. Something. I don't know what."

I hook one forefinger under his square chin, his small flaming beard is silky as down. "It'll be okay. Really. Don't worry. Just relax. Here. Turn around." Placing my hands on his shoulders I turn him slightly on the couch so his back is to me. Softly at first I begin to rub his shoulders, kneading away some of the tension. "Take off your shirt so I can do this right. He unbuttons his shirt and slips it down around his waist. The skin of his back is smooth as an infant's. Under my hands his young body is quivering. Something akin to electricity tingles my fingers. Alternating deep kneading with feather light touches, I stroke, stroke. Fingertips lightly teasing at the belt line, gliding down his muscular arms, I murmur soothing sounds. "It's okay. Relax. Take it easy. I feel the tension of fear leaving, another sort of tension replacing it. 

My arms slowly encircle him, draw him gently back to lean against my chest, my breath soft on his neck. My palms slide over his pecs, his taut belly. He squirms slightly against me, raising my temperature several degrees. A low slow ache begins in my gut.

Slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, I ease my fingers under the waistband of his jeans, slide them under elastic. Lance sighs. My fingers deftly undo his belt buckle. He inhales sharply but neither moves nor objects.  Emboldened, I fumble with the accursed double flap of his BVDs. He may be reluctant, afraid, merely curious, but his young strong manhood is rampant with need, I immediately discover.

Inside my own slacks, 'the monster', is aching, pushing hard to be set free.  For the moment I ignore him. My thumb circles the prominent head of Lance's dick, it jumps in response. A tiny spot of clear ooze issues forth, providing the lubricant for stronger manipulation. Grasping the length of his hardness in my fist, I squeeze lightly. "Nice, very nice, I murmur."

Maintaining contact, hands roving over his trim young form, I glide out from behind him, easing his upper body down on the sofa. Moving around to bend on one knee before him, I place my palms on his belly, just below the navel, massaging firmly. A line of tiny curls the color of fresh strawberries disappears beneath the white band of his shorts, like an arrow pointing the road to glory. My thumbs hook the elastic, fingers curl. Lance raises his hips slightly to assist me as I slip his jeans and jockeys down in one smooth motion. His long, strong hardness bounds out as if sniffing the air, surrounded by a silken nest of woven copper. I sit back on my haunches to feast my eyes for a moment, look straight in his deep blue eyes. "Beautiful!," I whisper. "You want me to stop?"

"N-No," he barely mutters, as if holding his breath. 

A large drop of silvery clear fluid, flashing crimson and scarlet in the firelight is about to drip from the tiny lips of his cock. I bend. My tongue flicks out to capture, savor it. The powerful male musk of him is intoxicating, dizzying. My mouth encloses the swollen head. His taste is young and fresh, like lightly salted spring rain. His hips thrust softly upward, his cock twitching and throbbing between my lips, hot and wet.

"Oh god!  Oh god!", he shouts and spatters a hot blast of his cum against the roof of my mouth. Immediately I swallow him deep, my nose in his scarlet curls, throat swallowing over and over, tongue flashing, his balls on my chin. 

The grin on my face is so huge I almost lose him. His youthful prematurity amuses me, excites me. I can only hope that the rapid regeneration common to his age accompanies his quickness.

"Oh damn!", he exclaims. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry"

I slide my mouth from him, grinning. "Shhh", I mutter. "It's okay. That's okay. Don't apologize!"

Except for the jeans and briefs gathered around his calves, he is naked, while I am still fully clothed. I watch his youthful tool subside in a gradually lessening series of aftershocks. His face is firey red.  He draws in a long shuddering breath. Tenderly, I view the tension seep from his body. His eyes open. He shifts his muscled frame. Sighs. He bends to retrieve and pull up his pants.

"Don't," I ask simply. "Please don't". And I maneuver his pants and snow white shorts past his feet and off, casting them haughtily aside. "Let me look at you for a while. Are you cold?"

"No I'm uh well, er. I feel kind of silly sitting here naked." Lance's face undergoes a series of changes as I watch him debate with himself what to say, how to say, whatever it is that's on his mind.

"You know, I've never done, er, had done, uh, felt anything like that before,"

"Whady'a think? Was it okay?"

"Sure. I mean that was , uh wonderful when uh , uh, you know when you . Well it was the greatest thing I've ever felt. "

"But." I respond. "Something's wrong. Something's happening. What? Tell me. Believe me it;'ll be okay."

"Oh hell," he says. "I've gone this far. The crimson which had subsided from his cheeks now returns. His voice is low, shy. "Kin I, uh, you know, uh. See you? Yours , uh, . . .too "

"The stupid grin on my face broadens even more. Slowly my fingers unbutton my charcoal silk shirt, cast it aside. I reach for my belt buckle.

"Wait", Lance says, his demeanor much like that of an eager puppy. "Let me!"

I move one step closer to the couch, standing now. His smooth lean fingers fumble with my belt buckle, my zipper. In moments that seem an eternity, my Armani slacks are puddled at my feet. As usual I do not wear underwear, so my cock springs out, standing strong and straight, pointing at the ceiling.

"Wow!" lance says, impressed. Then, "What. . . I mean. What's that?"

For a moment I am puzzled. "My dick?', I wonder.  The dawn breaks in my feeble mind. I realize he has never seen a foreskin before.  I chuckle. "That my dear friend is a foreskin. You had one too, but it was cut off when you were a tiny baby. You've never heard of circumcision?"

Yeah, but I thought, I mean isn't that when your dick or balls or something is cut off?

"Look, I'll show you." saying this I draw my foreskin all the way back tight. See it looks just like yours now. If you take a real close look at yours you will se the scars from having yours removed. Lance leans way over, turning his cock this way and that. Damn, you're  right! Holy shit! I never knew that. Can I, uh. . . again the flushed face. 

I am starting to adore this awkward, shy youth. 

He reaches out tenuously and takes my dick in his hand, barely holding me. His face draws close, examining my iron hard cock. His fingers draw back the long loose sheath. His face moves even closer. He plays with me like a new toy found in a happy meal. With thumb and forefinger he slides back the covering, slides it forward again. Then back. Forward again. God, if he keeps this up I'm going to cum in his cute little hand. My hand covers his. "Hold on." My other hand reaches to take his free hand and urge him to his feet. "Come", I say.

I lead him down the short hallway to my bedroom. Leaving him standing near the bed, I stretch out full-length on my back. I pat the bed beside me. "Come on, get in," I say. Go ahead. Check me out all you want. Come on. Don't be shy. At first he chooses not to lie beside me but instead leans over me. His interest in my manhood is intense. He face so close to my cock I want to hump my hips up, push my length through his slightly open lips. I restrain myself, fearful of stampeding this young colt away.

"This is really cool," he says. "I've never seen one up this close. Not even my own."  His genuine coyness, his innocence, excites me more than his manipulations, and I am growing, straining, aching.

I reach out my right hand to tenderly fondle his shaft, his sac. He kneels on the bed beside me. My hands on his hips, I manipulate, adjust, 'til we are lying side by side, head to toe. Slowly, tantalizingly, I snake out my tongue to lick softly at him, all the while watching his face. A look of resolution, of determination crosses his features. He hesitates. Then cautiously, fearfully, he takes one halting taste of me. Then another. He pauses to assess the taste, his face a question mark. He holds me like an ice cream cone and licks again. And again. I badly want to grasp the back of his head, twine my fingers in his bronze tresses and push his face down on me, but with effort, I restrain myself.




Pool



My patience is rewarded when, a few moments later, he slips his lips down over me and takes me to the hilt. The sharp little hairs of his 'tickler' brush the base of my cock. He begins to stroke me with his mouth, moving his head forward and back. Imitating my earlier effort he tries to swirl his tongue as he thrusts. He chokes and I can't help but laugh. 

After a few dozen strokes he raises up on one elbow. "Hey, Jeff", he says. Throughout the ensuing conversation he holds me upright in his fist, pausing now and then to lick or suck at me. 

"Yeah, lance?"

"You know what? Even though I'm kinda scared and, you know, like. . . embarrassed and sorta freaked out. I hav'ta admit, I like this!"

"Yeah, I can tell," I say, grasping his rapidly rehardening cock and giving it a gentle shake. 

For the first time, he laughs. A golden shower to my ears, like the whisper of warm summer rain. Damn, I like this boy!

"No but really, I gotta say this while I still feel this way. 

"Go ahead man, you're safe with me. Tell me anything you want to."

"Well, damn, this is so hard to say!"

"Go for it! Go ahead, tell me." As I speak, I am softly caressing him, running my hands over his form, like gentling a wild colt.

"I like the feel of, er, you in my mouth. I love the taste, the smell."

"Of me? Say it Lance, cumon, you'd be surprised how good it will feel. Tell me what you want, what you feel. Say it!

"What'd'ya mean?"

"Repeat after me! Say, 'I like your cock, Jeff, I want your cock, Jeff, I want you to cum in my mouth, Jeff!'.  Say what you mean, don't hold back. Let go! Go ahead, get dirty, that's what you really want, isn't it?"

"Oh god.!" His cock is jumping and throbbing in my hand. I lower my face, take him fully in my mouth once again, work him with my tongue, my lips, my throat, his wetness and my saliva cover him, run down his balls. Using this natural lubrication, I slide my fingertips up and down between his firm young butt cheeks, find the tight ring of his anus. My index finger tickles, teases prods. Gently, slowly, slipperily, I slide a finger into him.

"Yes! Oh god! Yes Jeff. I want your cock in my mouth. Cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum!" And with that he takes me once again in his mouth. Deep, oh so deep. His mouth moves rapidly up and down on me and I do the same to him. It has been hours and I am ready to burst. But I hold back, hold, waiting for him. 

I place my hand on the back of his head, fingers entwined in his scarlet tresses and shove his face down hard on me. My hips thrust up to meet his downward motions. Under me, his body stiffens, He cries out. "Oh god, oh my god!" I feel his hot seed rising, his cock pulsing. A hot shot of his cum spatters against my throat and I release, filling his avid young mouth with my hot cum as he sprays pulse after pulse of juice into my throat. I work my throat on him, swallowing all, massaging his cock with my throat, milking him. I save the last few precious drops of his ejaculate on my tongue, pull my cock from his hungry mouth, turn my body on his and kiss him deeply, swapping our mixed cum back and forth on our tongues. He sucks at my mouth, hungry for the taste of himself and me. Our kisses slow, ebb. We sink. Down, down into blessed relief and doze contentedly in one another's arms.

Several hours later, I awake. Lance's trim form is curled against me in a fetal position, snoring sonorously. My legs, my arms, my body enfold him. How sweet his innocent young body feels enclosed in mine. The smell of our sex hangs heavy in the room. I can clearly distinguish our personal musks, mine older, funkier, his gentle, cloying like a fresh spring breeze. I lie there a while, soaking up the protective and nurturing feelings I have for this youngster.

After a while, he stirs. At first he is startled like a fawn in a forest clearing, then he relaxes a bit as memories of the past hours flood back. "Hi guy." I say. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he says, wriggling his sweet butt against me.  Immediately 'the monster' stirs, his semi rigid length nestled in the sweeping curve of Lance's buttocks. I kiss the back of his neck, my arms hug him tightly. 

"What time is it," he asks, suddenly concerned. I glance over at my clock radio, shining green like a Martian beacon. 

"Four-thirty," I reply. 

"He jerks fully awake stretching his body out. "In the afternoon?"

I laugh softly. "Relax. "Four thirty in the morning." I reassure him.

"Wow, I'd better get going, I gotta be at work at nine."

"Why not just settle back in, spend the rest of the night here," I respond? I'lll make sure you get to work on time."

"I need a shower, clean clothes. I'd better be going. 

"Okay, okay", I say. "I'll call you a cab. And, Lance. Thank you so much for our time together. It's been truly wonderful."

He turns to face me, kisses me full on the lips. "No, thank you," he insists. "It, you, the night, was everything I had imagined.

"Well," I chuckle. "You're very, very welcome."





2.

Nearly a week passes. Stupidly, assuming he would not be back, that his natural homophobia would kick in, I had not thought to get Lance's phone number or address. Periodically, though, throughout the days that have passed, the time I spent with him has flashed upon my inward eye, bringing a deep sense of loss and longing. I have not cruised for six days. Somehow the thought of anonymous, hurried couplings just doesn't hold the thrill for me. I see his neat, thin cock, surrounded by that downy, curly scarlet nest; his boyish face and flashing golden smile. I ache for his tender young body next to mine.

Thursday morning I sit sunk deeply in my soft grey leather sofa, feeling sorry for myself, for love's labors lost, gently touching myself through my slacks, remembering our sweet, sweet time together. The chirping of the phone interrupts my reverie. "Yeah, hello", I intone listlessly. 

"Is Jeff there please?"

"Lance? Lance, is that you?"

"Hi Jeff!"

"What? But? How did you get my number?"

That lilting sparkling laugh. "Easy. I know where you live and at the place where I work they have one of those reverse directories where you can get a phone number if you have the address."

"Clever. Very clever. To what do I owe the honor and privilege of this call?"

"Well, listen, Jeff. I wasn't sure I would. I mean I didn't know if I. Shit! Who am I kidding? I been thinking about you, about us, all week. Can I see you? Can I come over?"

Trying to sound calm and mature when my insides are whooping and dancing like a three- year-old at Disneyland isn't easy, but I manage. "You mean like right now? This afternoon?"

"Well, no actually I meant tonight. Like after work.?"

"Gee, let me check my appointment book," I tease.

"Cumon, Jeff. Don't be like that. I would have called you sooner, but I wasn't sure if I . . Didn't know if I. . . Oh you know what I mean. I'm sorry. I really am. But I need to talk to you and. . . ."

"There it is, that wonderful, glorious, heartwarming 'and'!

"I'm only teasing." I drop my voice trying to sound sexy, appealing. "Lance, truly, I'd love to see you again."

"Really?"

"What do you mean 'really', of course really. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, it's like I was so. . . So .. Stupid.."

Before he gets too extreme with this whole lack of self-esteem stuff, I have to do something, say something.

"What time?"

"How would seven o'clock be. If that doesn't interrupt your dinner or something?"

"I've got an idea, Lance. How about I pick you up and we go out to dinner? On me, of course." 

After more hesitation. More 'uhs' and 'ers', I manage to set a time and get his address. I am manipulating a little here because I want to get him to my place without his car, want him dependent on me. Want him, yes it's true. I want him to stay. With me. Forever? "Woah, Jeff, easy man!"

The rest of the day is a whirlwind. I spend forty minutes choosing my wardrobe for the evening. I finally decide on white cotton slacks with a drawstring top. Loose enough to be comfortable, to allow 'the monster' to move freely, but tight enough to display his heft and size. Shirt; black silk with loose sleeves and two buttons open at the throat, my gold nugget hanging suspended in the first few curls of my chest hair. Off white camel hair Armani sports coat. Gold Rolex and black onyx ring. 

I make reservations at Geraldo's, quiet and comfortable with a great menu; swank enough to be impressive but not overwhelming.  Not too 'gay', but liberal enough so we won't attract attention. I roll up a few joints of my best weed and carry them in my breast pocket in my thin WWI brass cigarette case.

I find myself with several hours to spare before our appointment, spend them pacing nervously around my apartment like a caged snow leopard. At last six o'clock arrives and I move to the garage to select my ride for the night. "What the hell," I decide and opt for the blood red 55 MG classic.  The ulterior motive which clenches the choice: the limited space will bring us very close together, I will have plenty of excuse to 'accidently' touch his leg as I shift through the gears.

Lance's lodgings are in a modest brownstone in the 'gentrified' uptown section. I ring the bell and wait. He flings open the door, resplendent in very tight baby blue brushed denim jeans, white dress shirt, baby blue cotton blend cardigan and penny loafers. A long curved area on the front of his jeans, worn almost white, outlines the long slim curve of his "Lance"

Several awkward moments pass, perhaps thirty seconds, before Lance steps forward, engulfs me in a tight embrace and kisses me full on the lips. "Oh god," I think, this night is starting out full of promise, as I return his kiss avidly. Something unknowable has changed in his demeanor, my mind questions, but my lips do not. Some things may be better unsaid.

Lance steps back to admire my togs, a grin of appreciation lights his handsome face, igniting a slow fire in my gut.

* * * 

Dinner goes well. Lance let's me order for the two of us and I choose rolaids of beef in mushroom sauce, German potato pancakes and asparagus spears swimming in drawn butter. I order a fine light wine from the Rhine valley, but Lance takes only occasional sips. Throughout dinner Lance is nervous and fidgety; my attempts at light conversation, though well intentioned, seem to go nowhere. From time to time during the one hour or so we dine, he slips off one or the other of his penny loafers and runs his stockinged foot over my leg. I am fearful that when I rise a wet spot will be visible on the front of my white trousers. 

Dinner finished, we walk in silence to the vintage sports car. Pulling the case from my breast pocket I fire up a dube and pass it over. We sit qietly passing the joint back and forth for some minutes. "Are you all right?,"I ask. 

"Just thinking."

"What about?"

Once again the shy stammering, the scarlet face. "Just drive. Please."

"Where to?"

Lance looks at me like I have lost my mind. "Aren't we going to your place?"

"As you wish sir," I reply, my best chauffeur imitation spoiled by the silly grin which crosses my face.

I guide the racy little car through five gears until we are humming along the windy mountain road. Moving my hand from the shift knob I place it lightly on Lance's leg, fingertips curled over the inside of his thigh, lightly teasing. His long lean manhood grows, strong, firm, stretches to meet my fingers. He squirms his butt around on the seat, positioning himself for maximum contact, leans back and closes his eyes. I cup him possessively, moving my hand now and then to up or downshift, then return it to its place.

Once inside my place, I attempt once again to ascertain what the problem  is, why the silence, the nervousness, but Lance grasps my shoulders with both his hands, his eyes capturing and holding mine with such intensity that I dare not speak further. His features are strained with a strange look, almost of desperation.

"Please. Please, Jeff don't say anything. Just don't. Okay?"

I nod and wait. He reaches to take my hand and guides me back to my bedroom. He turns. His supple young fingers start with my jacket and toss it carelessly aside. His fingers are shaking, fumbling as he loosens the drawstring on my slacks, pushes them down in a puddle around my feet. He kneels before me. Takes my hardness in his mouth. Without preliminary he begins to suck me, long gliding deep strokes, his tongue swirling. No gagging this time, as he expertly takes me to the brink of orgasm. 

He rises and steps away from me. Quickly strips and crawls into my bed. Arms outstretched, he beckons. I do not hesitate but move immediately to lie full upon him, enclose myself in his waiting arms.

His lips hover near my ear. "Jeff. I want you to take me! I want it so bad. Please don't refuse me. Please. I want you."

I am about to inquire if he means what I think he does when he pushes me downward. "How? What's the right way? Like this?" And he pulls his knees back against his body, raising his adorable butt 

"Are you sure? I mean, uh. . . Er. . . ." Now he has me stammering.

"God! Would you please shut up and do it!"

I rise to my knees. Glance down. His muscled cheeks disappear into darkness, the shadow at the center ringed by a very slight almost transparent ring of fuzzy bronze. At least one part of me can take a hint. My cock is so hard, so full that it seems ready to split. Clear fluid oozes out in copious amounts. I move close. I take my cock in hand and rub it gently up and down his crack. He shudders. Moving forward I touch his dark secret hole with the very tip of my swollen head, rotating a bit to apply lubrication

"Do it! He commands, his voice shaky with fear and anticipation. 

I press forward. Meet resistance. Press harder. Apparently gentleness is not going to work. I thrust hard. My bulbous head pops past his tight sphincter, entering him. He cries out!

"Oh!"

Holding perfectly still, I wait for him to adjust, reaching out to stroke his body and murmuring. "It's okay. Okay. Relax. Try to relax. I don't want to hurt you."

"It hurts, he gasps. I knew it would. It hurts but I want it anyway. Go ahead. Do it! Please?"

With infinite slowness I press inward. Deeper. Deeper. Finally I am fully in him. I grasp the tops of his thighs and draw his body tight against me. Deep inside my cock throbs and jumps. Lance moans deeply, releasing the air he has been holding pent up in his frightened lungs. 

"Oh god," he says. "It's like fire! More! More!" Beneath me his golden face is contorted in paroxysms of agony and extreme need. I draw slowly out, his anus a tight fist clamping me. I use my hands on him, soothe the backs of his legs, his belly, his nipples, in gentle, undulating feathery strokes. So tight, so resistant, is his small ass, that I grunt on each inward push. I continue slowly forcing my way in and out of him for several minutes, trying for a strong jerk at the end of each thrust, bumping against his prostate with my heavy knob.

Suddenly his young form goes slack, his body loosening, resistance gone. His body opens to me and I glide easily and swiftly in and out. Lance begins thrashing about under my weight. His cries of pain and moans of pleasure blend into one long keening deep in his throat. Inspired, I pick up the pace. 

His gentle voice begins repeating, "Yes! Yes!" over and over in a high pitched whisper. I bend his legs back tighter against him, raising his adorable butt, his hole pointed straight up and slam straight down into him. Huge, long, strong thrusts, my ball sac bouncing off his backside. Heat flashes from all over my skin like a sudden grass fire rushing inward to my groin. Blackness swirls around my consciousness. I feel my hot seed rushing toward my balls, my cock. 

One fiery blast erupts from me. I know Lance feels it deep in him for he screams out, "Yes! Fill me! Give it to me." And that releases the flood gates and my cum runs from me like a warm river. I grasp Lance's buttocks and pull him tight against me, holding still and flooding him. Beneath me, his blue grey eyes are filled with tears, his face full of emotion and release. Over and over again I pour my need into him. My mind, my being swirls around the cosmos. The feeling of loss of self goes on and on. 

Eventually my spasms subside. I lean to kiss his neck, his perfect lips, his eyes; tasting the sweet salt of his tears. Rapidly softening, my manhood slips from him with a wet sound. I ease his legs down flat on the bed, lay my heavy length upon him, cover his form with kisses. Eventually he speaks. 

"Thank you, Jeff. Thank you so much. Ever since that night, that first night. Well when you touched me 'there', put your finger in me,  I went home thinking about having you inside me. I mean, I've thought about it before in a sort of vague unconnected way. But after that night, it kept coming back to me. You know, I was so reluctant, so worried it might make me 'gay' or something. And I was so afraid it would hurt. But there is something about you, about you and me. 'Cuz ever since we met it's like all I can think about is letting you have me, take me. I was  feeling twinges back there all that first night. I lost that pool game on purpose you know. I wanted it, wanted to be with you. But I couldn't admit it to myself, couldn't face up to really wanting another man, not really. I've been thinking about it all week, up and down, back and forth, yes and no. Finally I decided I wouldn't be thinking about it at all if I didn't really want it. And you are so good, so fine. I feel safe with you. I decided I wanted to give myself to you, totally, completely, no matter what. I wanted you to have me, take me, possess me."

"Are you okay? Was it okay? Did I hurt you, I'm afraid I wasn't very gentle."

"You were fine, perfect." He snuggles back against me and wriggles his little butt against me. It kind of surprised me. I mean, it hurt like hell, I wasn't expecting that. But I was determined to see it through, to let you 'take' me. In some strange way, that's what I wanted. To be possessed by you, taken, pierced, used. And then the pain turned into a fire that spread all through me. The feeling of total surrender, of letting myself go completely is unlike anything I've ever felt before. And the physical feelings. Once I abandoned myself completely to your will, a strange thing happened. I was able to feel, to really feel and what you, uh, your cock did inside me was so incredible."

"But you didn't even cum."

"Oh I cummed all right deep wracking orgasm through my whole body, my whole being. All my life I've been fucking girls and cumming. But not really. Just a second or two of quick ejaculation. This was so much more than that. Can I tell you something?"

"Anything buddy. Truly anything."

"Promise you won't laugh or put me down?"

"Of course I promise. You can trust me."

"I, er, uh. . .  Oh what the fuck! I think I am in love with you. I mean it. Like I've never felt before. I've wanted to possess others, girls, but I've never wanted to be possessed before, never wanted to belong to anyone. But I do now. I want to be yours if you'll have me. . . "

I think a long, long time before answering. I know I have strong feelings for Lance. A deep abiding desire.  But It has been years since I was true, wanted to be true, to anyone. Could I love this lad? Be connected, committed to him? And what about women? "Lance, does this mean that you have given up on women? What about your fear of 'gayness'. What are you asking for? Love? Commitment? What?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything. Except I know I've never felt this way before. When you were, while you were, uh, inside me I felt right, good, whole. Like I was meant, born to be possessed by you. Is that? Does that? I mean, maybe I've always been gay and never known it except in some sort of shadowy, fantasy way. 




Pool



"I'll tell you what Lance.  Here's what I'll do. I'll make a promise to you. For right now, for however long it lasts, I'll commit myself to no other man but you. I can't promise you I'll give up women, but for now, I'll give up all other men for you. Hell, you may find that you want to experience other guys, now that you've found "another you' inside. But I'll give it a try, see if it works. And I will demand nothing of you, nothing whatever. We need to both think about this for a while before we jump off the deep end. And you need to find out how you still feel about women. Maybe you want to 'possess' and 'be possessed'. What d'ya  say?"

"How soon can I move in," this gorgeous young hunk says to me, grinning widely, that smile that makes my heart ache. And my groin too.

"How about today?"



Pool



I pushed through the door and entered the sparsely filled room. There were small pockets of people in corners of the room, leaning over their drinks, speaking in hushed tones. The music played softly but very up beat. I wandered over to the bar and ordered a dark beer to start the night. I was meeting one of my friends for a girl's night out. A couple rounds of pool, lots of chatting and later we would go out dancing and flirting with young studs. There were a few other people at the bar and a group of three men around the pool table playing cutthroat. They were making the most noise - cheering good shots, regretting poor ones and enjoying their game. Once I got half way through my beer, I turned my attention to these three men. There was a smiling one who seemed to be apologizing often, he wore a green and blue button down shirt and his brown hair was parted to the right. There was a large solid man with thick arms in a worn t-shirt and jeans. The last guy was tall and thin with short black hair and a scowling look on his face - he didn't say much and took his defeats in the game well. I neared the end of my drink and looked at my watch - Katrina was nearly an hour late. When I put my glass down, I saw the scowling man staring at me. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning look.

"Do you want the table or something?"

"No" I replied. "But I could join you for a game. Make it doubles." I suggested.

The big guy agreed that this was a good idea and I slid off the bar stool and the guy in the collared shirt met me with a handshake. He introduced himself as Charles, the big guy as Pete and the scowling man as Steve. First up was Pete and I against Charles and Steve. The game was high paced and Pete and I had a solid win in about 10 minutes and my glass was dry by the end. Pete and I chatted well during the game and he offered to buy us all a round and trotted off to the bar. He came back in a few moments with four whiskey shots.

The second game had Charles and I teamed up and I found him to be very pleasant and friendly - I suspected that this was to make up for general shyness. This game was closer and ran longer. We became quite tense as the final balls dropped with Charles and me slipping the 8 ball down while Steve and Pete still had a 6 up. Charles bounced for jubilation and had ordered more whiskey before we had a chance to think.

Before the drinks arrived, Steve slammed the butt of his pool cue against the floor and leveled his eyes on me saying.

"Okay lady. You and me, one on one."

I had not realized that I had offended him so much by beating him twice but I was not in the mood for apologizing and called his challenge.

"Shall we have something riding on it? The next round of drinks?"

"You owe us a round anyway, lady!"

"So do you. What do you suggest?"

"If you lose, you have to give us a dance."

I was a bit confounded by his request.

"What, you and me? Is that a come on?"

"No! For all of us. A performance dance."

I was intrigued. Not because I wanted to do it - I was confident I could win, but because of the unusual nature of the request - derogatory and complimentary at the same time. Trying to put me down through my gender. Once again - I could not back down. 

"Okay - and if you lose - you have to dance for us."

I had a little chuckle about this - imagining him awkwardly shuffling his feet.

The game started aggressively and increased in tension. Despite his chauvinistic challenge I found him quite interesting - he was quite charming during the game giving me quirky smiles over his cue and resting his well-muscled arms against the wall. I began to suspect that his aggression was covering up how attracted he was to me and as I watched his sparkling dark eyes, I realized that I found myself attracted to him too. Actually, I felt good with these three men - they were generally friendly and non-threatening, but I was obviously the centre of sexual attention and I liked that. While I was thinking these thoughts, I hit a shot that firmly sunk the 7 ball and the 8 followed in a side pocket. My confident smile melted. I had been down-troued - even though I was wearing a skirt. I stared blankly at the wall for a moment then took a deep breath, knocked back my whiskey and slipped my shoes off. I looked at Charles and Pete and they stepped forward to help me up onto the pool table. I looked around the room and saw twenty or more pairs of eyes watching me.

I closed my eyes, listened to the music, and started to sway my hips. Soon the rhythm was running through my whole body and I felt in control. I opened my eyes and really got into my dancing, undulating my arms and swinging my body and spinning on the soft felt. I looked down and saw Charles clapping with the music - his smile encouraging. I offered my hand and invited him up on the table. He took a few moments to discard his shoes and socks on to the floor and then turned to face me. He started to dance moving his arms close to his body. I lithely danced opposite him and beaconed him with a crooked finger - he danced closer and I lay my arms on his shoulders, hands down his back and i gyrated my hips in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips and slipped them under my blouse - his soft hands felt good against my skin and I gave him an encouraging look - his hands slipped to the front of my belly and grasped the lowest buttons of my blouse.

I smiled and he undid this and the next, and the next, my hands slip around his neck and undid the top button of his shirt. When I had only the button around my bust remaining to be unfastened I pushed Charles's hands away and tore his shirt off him and threw it to the crowd. He jumped off the table and I gave a suggestive glance at Steve who walked confidently up to the side of the table and stepped up in one fluid motion. I stepped up to him and held him close - gently rocking from foot to foot. He held me warmly and breathed in deeply the scent of my hair. I lowered my hands and felt his buttocks and he followed likewise - one of his hands kept on going down the back of my thigh - past the end of my skirt and felt my skin. He hand came around the front of my leg and began to climb up under my skirt. I fondled his buttocks encouragingly and slipped one hand up under his muscle shirt. His hand reached all the way up and hooked a finger under the strap of my panties. I pulled his shirt over his head and stared into his eyes.

There was a doe like softness to his dark eyes, and then a sternness as the ripped my panties clear off my behind. I breathed deeply with shock, then narrowed my eyes at him. My hands shot to his belt and had his jeans around his ankles in seconds. He stepped out of these quickly and lowered me to lie on the table. My heart was racing. As I leant back I looked at the crowd. They were all staring intently and encouragingly. Not just the throngs of men but couples and groups of women too. The bartender had stepped in front of the bar to watch. Steve lay on top of me in his boxer shorts staring into my eyes with a look of wonder. He undid my last button and ran a finger over the left cup of my brassier. My already aroused nipples squirmed under the vibrations of his finger through the fabric and my belly tightened.

Charles came over to the table and I put out a hand to him. I looked at his calm face as I ran my hand over his bare chest and smooth pectoral muscles and he lent down and kissed me. I felt a warm, moist delight and held his kiss, tasting his lips. I felt a hand on my cheek and I turned the other way and Pete was standing there also bare chested - his incredible arms reaching out to me - to caress my hair and my neck. I put out my other hand, put it behind Pete's neck, and draw him in for a kiss. His kiss was entirely different, his lips were firmer and his tongue rougher. I then felt a finger where I had yearned for it. Steve's finger ran up my inner thigh then ran up to my hip - brushing some hair. It then came across at a steep angle and came down the other leg. It then leapt across to the other thigh lightly brushing my eager lips. He had circumnavigated my sex and teased me by not touching it. 

My eyes pleaded with him and he crept closer, achingly slowly - then he touched me. Oh! The sensation. I melted into the table. Charles nuzzled my neck while Pete kissed my bare belly. Steve's finger ran up and down my lips - smearing my hot juice all over my loins. I then told them what to do, Charles to kiss me, Pete to attend to my breasts and nipples which he eagerly released, and I commanded Steve to fuck me. Steve lowered his shorts and rolled a condom onto himself then slipped inside of me easily to an explosion of sensations. I breathed deeply, moaned with delight, and sucked on Charles lips and tongue feverishly. Pete's ministrations on my breasts had me writhing with pleasure. Pete had bee leaning over the table and now heaved his body onto the tabletop to continue sucking my nipples and cupping my breasts. I now saw that he also was only in his boxer shorts and a monstrous erection was making a tent of the front of them. I uncovered this with my hand and gently stroked my fingers up the underside of his manhood. I carefully peeled back his foreskin and found his large smooth head to be glistening with his juices. I ran my fingers over the surface and he moaned with delight into my chest. Steve's pace was quickening and with a pleasant sigh, he filled the condom. He slipped out of me and hitched up closer, lying across my belly with an elbow propping him up by my hip. I took Pete and Charles by the chins and said to them.

"I haven't come yet!"

They nodded and disappeared. 

I looked longingly at Steve and was filled with anticipation as he leant forward to give me our first kiss. As we kissed deeply and I had firm hold of his head I felt someone kiss my engorged other lips. Steve and I held each other close and nuzzled each other's necks when a tongue gave me a long lick starting deep between my cheeks, running along my soft opening and ending on my erect clitoris. There it lingered and played with that point of pleasure and I squealed with joy in Steve's ear. Then as Steve started to nibble on my nipple a rubber sheathed God knocked at my entrance begging admittance. I could not see who it was and that thought - and the possibility it was someone I hadn't even met yet excited me immensely. As my lips spread and I was filled, I knew that it was Pete who was entering me.

I squeezed on Pete's cock and hugged Steve tightly as I moved under Pete's thrusts. The pleasure grew in me and I clutched Steve and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth. My excitement rose and so did the pitch of my cries until Pete also came and slid out and kissed my belly. Keen for my own satisfaction I threw Steve and Pete off me and hurled Charles onto the tabletop - back down - and pulled his trousers and shorts off him. I rolled a condom onto his throbbing member and went to mount him when I got a look at the crowd. The men were cheering, one guy had his hands down his pants, a couple was making love on a chair and in the furthest corner, two men were hugging, kissing and masturbating each other. I smiled - I felt like a queen. An ancient queen or Goddess who requires rites and orgies from her minions for her pleasure. I had complete control over these people and they loved me - the way a queen should be loved. 

Then I saw her. 

Katrina was standing by the door watching me. I don't know how long she had been watching me but she had finished half a pint. I got over my embarrassment and winked at her and she raised her glass to me. I lowered myself onto Charles and he rose up to meet me. I engulfed his manhood and squeezed it as I rose up again to stroke it. He held my hips and me rise and fall on him. Me breaths came short and fast and as Charles lent his head back and came I raised me arms above my head and proclaimed my orgasm with a shrill cry and my devotees applauded.



Pool



Mavis always said that if I ever wanted to use her pool I was welcome.

"Heavens knows, it never gets used, not since the kids left home."

The day was a stinker, so hot that eggs would have cooked on the pavement. I knocked on her door. When she opened the door I explained and asked her whether it was ok for me to accept her offer.

"You go right ahead," she said, "I might join you." I was hoping she wouldn't, I mean, I only wanted a bit of a splash. I'm not the world's greatest swimmer. I'm not that photogenic either, not that any photos would be taken, but my exhibitionist days were past me. I went to the pool, stripped down and got in. I figured the sooner I got in and got on with it, the sooner I could politely leave.

It wasn't long and the screen door on the back of the house slammed shut. I looked up and Mavis was coming, with a towel wrapped around her and two large cups in her hands. 

"I've brought something to drink," she called to me.

"Ok," I called back, and added, "Beautiful," as though I was enthusiastic. It's best not to be condemned by offering faint praise. She put the drinks on the table. As I watched she took the towel off and dropped it on a chair. I was surprised that she was in a red bikini. She approached the pool, stooped and with her hand, scooped up some water to splash herself with. Then she stood on the edge at the deep end and jumped. Water erupted around her and when she surfaced she was laughing.

"I didn't expect you to do a bomb," I said.

"Why wouldn't I," she said, "It's fun," and with her hand she skimmed water at me. Then she ducked down under the water and stayed there for some time before bouncing back up gasping.

"I haven't used the pool for ages," she declared, "I'm so glad you decided to come." She got out and did another bomb. Tidal waves washed over the wall of the pool, and she shrieked with laughter when she emerged. I got out and did a belly flopper that helped to empty the pool too. 

"Didn't that hurt," she asked, "Why don't you do bombs instead?"

"I've never done a bomb," I said.

"I'll show you, like this," she said, as she jumped. When she surfaced she insisted that I try. I stood at the edge of the pool and had a go, I jumped but wasn't quite organized enough to draw my legs up. She laughed at my feeble attempt and urged me to have another go.

"I'll show you again," she said. After several more goes I got it right. We both stood at the side of the pool. 

"Looks like we're lined up for a race," I said. It was a stupid thing for me to say.

"Ok," she said, "To the other end and back." I thought it would be wisest if I did the countdown fast.

"Ready! Set! Go!" I shouted and jumped. My dive wasn't wonderful but I knew I had an advantage. I did my best but it wasn't enough. On my right Mavis powered past me. I saw her turn at the wall and kick off. I stood as she raced past me. I don't know why but I put my hand out to stop her. It slipped past her shoulder and somehow it was under the back strap of her bikini top. I should have grabbed her leg but with the strap in my hand I wasn't going to let go. Suddenly she broke free. I let go quickly. As she continued to swim I watched. Her bikini, with its back strap torn, fell off. I could have died, I was so embarrassed. She arrived at the wall and breathless, laughing, she shouted,

"You cheat! I was so grateful she was laughing. She saw the bikini top floating on the water, swam to it and after a quick look she threw it onto the side of the pool.

"Who needs it anyway!" she laughed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I don't know why I did that really. I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry. They're old and I guess the fabric had rotted. Chlorine can do that you know. It's not your fault," she said. "Let's do more bombs."

"Ok, I agreed. We both got out and stood at the edge of the pool. It was difficult not to look at her breasts. They were big and full, not perky, not pendulous but somewhere in between with large brown nipples that were enticingly beautiful. I went first, eager to display my improving skill. Then she jumped and I watched. Her breasts were amazing. When she jumped they heaved and shuddered. When she hit the water they seemed to stretch up and filled out like parachutes with her nipples on top.

"That one wasn't so good," she said, "I was leaning back too far." I went first again and she watched. I was a little off balance judging from the splash which went to my left. It was my turn to watch her and from a low crouch she sprang, her breasts rebounded and as she hit the water they were flattened against her chest. It was rapid and would have been good to photograph and replay in slow motion. We did a lot more bombs and watched each other. I was improving and it was going to take a lot of water to refill the pool.

"Let's have a drink," she said. We went to the table and dried ourselves. I watched while she bent over to let her breasts hang as she dried underneath them. Then we picked up the cups. "Sorry they're plastic, but I don't use glass around the pool. It's got a little gin in it," she said, smiling at me. I wasn't sure that she was smiling at what she had said or because she's caught me looking at her breasts. 

"The drink is wonderful, whatever it is," I said. She smiled again.

"Time for the sunburn cream," she said and I watched as she squirted some into her hand.

"At our age we've learnt how important it is to protect the skin." She smeared it over her arms. She refilled her hand and applied it to her legs. With more she did her belly. Another handful and she did her breasts. I watched; she seemed to take longer to do her breasts; carefully she lifted each to do underneath. Then she smeared some over her face. 

She held the bottle out to me.

"Can you do my back please?" I took it, she turned and I filled my hand. I started at her neck and worked down. She held her arms up as I did her torso.

"Don't miss anything," she said. I smeared it over the sides of her breasts and worked down; the small of her back and the backs of her legs. She took the bottle from me.

"Your turn," she said. "Your back first." I turned and felt her start at my neck. Down my back she went, down the backs of my arms and legs.

"Turn, please." I turned.

"Hold out your hand." She squirted some into my hand. 

"That's to do your face," she said. As I did my face she did the fronts of my legs. Then she stood and with her hand filled again she started at my neck. Slowly she soothed it over my shoulders and chest. With more she smeared it over my belly. I could see her looking at my Speedos.

"Do you always dress to the left?" she asked.

"Mostly," I affirmed.

"Mmm," she murmured. Her hands were at the sides of my belly.

"You're not in bad nick, are you?"

"I'm not too bad I guess." She slid her hands around to the front of my belly. As they moved her fingers went under the elastic waist of my Speedos. When her hands met in the middle she slowly pulled the front of my Speedos out and peeked in.

"Interesting!" she said. "It seems only fair. You can see my tits." She pulled the front of my Speedos down to reveal the entirety of my wedding tackle.

"Mmm. Nice!" she said. "It would be a pity if they were sunburned." My cock was growing before her eyes. She watched its progress.

"You know, it seems crazy that we're wearing anything." I looked around.

"It's certainly private enough." She pulled my Speedos down, over my knees to my ankles.

"The boy looks like he wants something to do... Or, should I say someone?" She leaned forward and kissed his head. Her hand went round my balls as the boy, in all his throbbing exuberance, disappeared into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times before she lifted from him.

"I think he's very handsome- and that he's ready." While one hand circled the boy and his balls she pulled down her bikini bottoms. As we both trod our way out of our bathers she pulled the boy closer to her. She sat on the edge of the table and we saw that it was just the right height. As she lowered herself backwards on the table she pulled my excitable boy into her. She was determined that he wouldn't escape. 

I started to fuck her. She moaned and sighed. Her hand went to her clit to promote her own excitement. Her legs were up, her knees on her breasts; the table shook with every thrust. We weren't short of enthusiasm to fulfill our tender yearnings. I fucked her, as deep as the boy would go. Her hands alternated between fondling my balls and teasing her clit, as I took her nipples in my fingers to roll and tweak them.

"Don't stop, please, don't," she murmured and her hips began to flex against mine. Then her legs wrapped around me and stayed there as she started to stutter.

"Nn, now! Now!" and she reached to my hips and pulled them to her She juddered on the table discordantly and I felt the flow of her juices bathe my balls and splash down my legs. The boy, in deepest, sweetest girl, pulsed and I felt the power as he wrenched my juices up and shot them into her. Breathless, our nerves amplified our pleasures as they tightened our muscles. Locked together we listened to each others' breathing as slowly the usual rhythms were reestablished. We felt the cooling of our sticky emissions take away the heat and the boy began to shrink.

She unwrapped her legs from around me and with her hand hit the table beside her.

"Quick! Get up here. I want to watch the boy." I climbed onto the table beside her and as she watched my boy I watched her girl. As her fingers traced around the boy and his balls with loving tenderness I touched her girl and felt the slick of our juices. The girl seemed to gasp as she shrank. Her opening was slowly filled by the push of the surrounding flesh. Slowly the girl was reduced to being a slit between Mavis's legs. The wash of our juices clung to her as I knew they did to me.

"Pass me my drink please," she asked. As I reached for it I felt her mouth take the boy inside and suck him. It was no effort to fit the flaccid one in her mouth. She kissed him. She propped herself up on her elbow.

"That was beautiful," she said. "You know, the forecast for tomorrow is that it's going to be even hotter?"

"I know."

"And?"

"And I'm going to come and knock at your door."

"Yes. And I think your boy could... knock at my door and come. That's if he wants to!"

"I think you'll find he wants to." We both giggled. 



Pool Anyone?



I have been a Security Guard at this site for over six months. Working second shift originally never appealed to me, until I started to get to know the women that worked here. Every night when Sandy left she would slow her truck down just a little as she drove through the open gate. She smiled at me as her slender fingers pressed the button to make the window disappear. We would talk for a few seconds until someone got behind her, then she would have to drive away.

This evening was a little different. First she left at 7 PM, which is way late for her. Second, she stopped and asked me when I got off. I told her I hadn't gotten off in along time, her eyes twinkled a little as she smiled her beautiful smile. At least now it was dark enough that she wasn't wearing her sunglasses. Her deep green eyes almost matched the color of her truck. She repeated the question, I told her midnight. Her smile grew a little bigger at that. As she pulled away from the gate her hand stuck out the window, waving to me until she turned the car onto the main street.

The rest of the night went slow until around 10 PM when the phone in the shack rang. It was Sandy; she asked me if I wanted to have a drink with her after work. I didn't have to think too long. I gave her my cell number and told her to text me where to meet her at midnight. The easy part was telling my wife I was working until 4 AM.

A little before midnight I received a message to turn left at the light down at the bottom of the drive way. It wasn't long before I passed her truck and then another message came over that simply said, "Follow me." I had changed my shirt before leaving; I always carried an extra polo shirt in my bag.

I really hate texting, especially when driving; my fingers seem too big to hit the right numbers sometimes. I slowed so she could pass and I stayed right on her tail. After traveling for about 20 minutes she finally pulled into the driveway of a nice little old two story house in Middleton. It didn't take long for her to hop out of her truck and walk back to my van. She was wearing very short jean shorts that seemed to be painted on. Her top was also very revealing; a thin tube top that seemed like it didn't want to hold in the breasts that it was covering. Even in the moonlight I could make out her round nipples as they pointed at me.

"What's this place, Sandy's Bar and Grill?" I asked, hoping and getting the small chuckle I expected. 

"Well it's free here, come on in."

I followed her in as my eyes admired her form. She opened the door and motioned me in. It was a nice old place; original dark wood framed the windows and entry ways. I didn't notice the basement when I pulled up but I was surprised when she opened a door under the steps and motioned for me to follow. There wasn't any light in the staircase that led down but once she arrived at the end I heard a door open and she flipped on a light. The steps were suddenly bathed in a dim yellow glow.

The room I entered now didn't even match the décor of the 19th century house I was in. It felt as if I went through a time machine. The basement was completely finished and divided up into three sections. One was a gaming area with a pool table, dart board, and a bar. The tiffany lights hanging from the ceiling gave an old fashioned glow to the modernized basement. Another section was set out in a theatre type room with a huge screen at one end and a couch with about ten over stuffed chairs facing it. As I took it all in Sandy walked behind the bar and asked me what I wished to drink.

"Long Island Ice Tea please. This place is great. From the outside you would never know its here. You do all this yourself?"

"No, my husband helped me, then I divorced him. I didn't have to fight very hard to keep it. I had pictures and every thing on his cheating with one of his coworkers. He thought his job was more important to keep."

"Nice move." I walked over and sat on a stool across from her as she finished mixing our drinks. We sat and talked for about thirty minutes before she asked if I liked playing pool. "Oh, give me a nice stick and I'm happy." I replied.

"Really, so am I." Her smile only enhanced her green eyes that seemed to draw me closer to her. The smile said something else. This was going to be an interesting game.

As we took positions around the table she handed me a nice solid cue stick as I motioned for her to go first. Slowly she stroked her cue stick, her finger caressing it gently as her eyes glanced towards me. After taking the break and sinking three balls she circled the table. Bending over, her back towards me, she took her shot. She missed the hole and I missed what she did, being occupied at the time with other thoughts. As it was my turn I circled the table and found the easiest shot to take. As I extended my cue stick she positioned herself in front of me and leaned against the wall, her hands holding the cue stick and slowly traveling up and down the shaft. As I watched her out of the corner of my eyes one hand slowly caressed her arm. I took my shot, nervous as I was and ended up sinking two balls.

"Your not bad with a stick." She said.

"I've had a lot of practice with the stick." I replied as I glanced into her deep green eyes. She smiled slightly and her tongue slowly licked her upper lip as she put a finger to her mouth. The game continued for a while as we both took turns sinking a ball. Each time it was my turn up she would stand in front of me, on the other side of the table, and move her hands slowly across her bare arms or neck, staring at me the whole time. Just the thought of her in my arms was making my cock press hard against my pants. As she took a stance for the last shot she actually straddled the cue stick and put one leg on the edge of the table, making the stick move against her crouch.

"You want to place a bet on this one?" She asked, posed and ready to strike, her eyes roving over my body as I stood in front of her and licked my upper lip.

"Sure. What's the wager?"

"Oh, let's just leave that open."

"Okay. It sounds good to me."

She glanced at the table for a moment as she lined up the shot for the 8-ball. Slowly she moved the cue between her legs, with just a gentle tap the cue ball rolled into the 8-ball and knocked it into the hole she called. "Game over." She said as she gently laid the stick down and walked towards me. As she stood in front of me she placed her hand on mine, which was still holding the stick, and gently moved her fingers over it. As she leaned into me she whispered, "You want to play again? Or would you like to try something else?" 

Her hot breath was brushing my lips as she moved in and softly pressed her lips to mine. Our arms encircled each other as our tongues touched and our hands caressed the cloth binding our bodies. The passion overtook us as I slipped her top over her breast, freeing them from the pressure. She raised her arms and released her hold on my lips as I slipped it over her head. She bent her head back, the long red hair falling across her back, her breast beckoned at me, calling me to them. Her hands went under my shirt and moved across my chest as I bit gently on a nipple. When I released the succulent tit she pulled off my shirt and moved her hands to my belt. One of my hands reached behind her going underneath the shorts while the other unbuckled them and began working on the zipper. 

She tore at my belt and undid my pants, our lips locked, tasting each other. Pulling down her shorts she revealed a nicely trimmed mound. My hands pulled off my pants the rest of the way, letting my hardness become free of its enclosure, then my arms were around her again, my hands cupping her buttocks as she raised one leg and pressed her hotness into me. When I felt myself enter her she gasped as I held her close, my hands holding her against me and both her legs encircling me at the waist. I walked over to the table, holding her up and feeling her contracts against my solid rod as she had multiple orgasms. Sitting her on the table I pushed myself deeper into her as she leaned back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she gasped while her body twitched. As she moved her legs to my shoulders I kept pumping deeper into her while one hand caressed and pinched her nipples and the other played with her clit roughly until she came again. 

When I exploded inside her she opened her eyes and looked at me, both of us covered in the sweat of our passion. She sat up, making my cock come out of its nest. Placing a hand on my chest she gently moved me backwards and kneeled before me on the plush beige carpet. Taking my dripping cock into her hands she brought it to her mouth, sucking me gently she drained me dry. Her mission completed she stood up and kissed me, our tongues searching for each other, our lips soft and gentle.

As our lips parted she whispered, "I'll be right back. Go have a seat in the TV room." At that she turned around and I watched her walk away. The lights reflecting off her naked body made me feel aroused again. 

With nothing left to see I went into the theatre and sat on the padded sofa. On the arm was a control button and assuming correctly it operated the screen in front of me. With the touch of a button it came to life and a movie title flashed on the screen, "The Marriage Manual." 

During the first few seconds of the flick Sandy returned and curled up next to me, her naked skin cool to the touch and one hand caressing my chest. We sat there for a few minutes in silence as we watched the bad acting and good sex on the screen in front of us. As my cock began getting hard again she moved her head from my shoulder and her mouth found it. Her tongue caressing it between nibbles, one hand touching my balls. I leaned my head back as my hand slid down her back and moved between her legs. She invitingly spread her legs as my fingers explored her wet pussy.

Suddenly she stopped and stood before me, "Lay down." She whispered. I complied as she took me in her mouth again while she knelled above my face, her wetness directly above my tongue. While she sucked on me I explored her clit, every once in a while making my tongue enter her, tasting her juices as she continued sucking. With a thrust of my hips I exploded into her mouth as she also came, squeezing my tongue with her contractions. She swallowed every drop before she turned around and lay down on top of me. We kissed hungrily and passionately as we lay in each others arms. My skin pressed against hers as we kissed for what seemed an eternity. She could feel me getting hard again as it rested between our bodies. 

While she reached down to guide me into her we somehow managed to roll over until I was on top. Holding myself against her I thrust deeply into her. Each movement of our hips caused me to go deeper and deeper inside her. Eventually I slowed down as the rhythm of our bodies continued. As she reached climax again I pressed harder and faster into her until I finally came inside her. I felt like her wetness was sucking me dry as I emptied into her.

Without saying a word, I collapsed in her arms and shut my eyes for a moment. I could feel her caressing my back as I began drifting off to sleep, the sounds of the love making and sex from the movie fading into blackness.

Somehow I woke up with my head in her lap, her fingers tousling around in my hair. "Hi there." I said with a grin.

"Hi handsome. Damn it was better then I expected. You're not on Viagra are you?"

"Never touched the stuff." I reached up and bent her head down to kiss her lips softly and passionately. When we parted I just laid there while she surfed the channels on the TV. "What happened to the flick?"

"It's been over for two hours."

As she flipped to another channel I noticed the time in the bottom corner of CNN's tag. It was 4 AM. "Crap, I have to go."

"I know hun, its okay."

Getting up I gathered my clothes and quickly dressed as she watched every move I made. Naked, she walked me to the door and stepped out onto the moonlit porch as we kissed one last time.

I thanked her for a wonderful evening as I released her and walked to the van. Pulling out her driveway I could still see her standing there as a ghostly pale figure, until my head lights shined on her for an instant. I waved as I speed dialed my wife to tell her I was on the way home.

Of course she was asleep when I got home. I had changed my shirt in the van while I was at a red light. After spending an hour on the computer I went to bed.



Pool Bet



"Care to make your next game a little more interesting, boys?"

My eyes darted to Dan's wife, who was just reaching the bottom of the stairs with the necks of three fresh bottles of beer in one hand. Dan and I had just finished our second game of pool in his basement; neither of us was very good, but we were about evenly matched and had split the two games. 

"Just having you hang around would make the game more interesting," I thought to myself, scanning Melissa's curves appreciatively but furtively -- or so I thought. Melissa is adorable; she's all Mary Ann and no Ginger, with a smile that lights up her whole face, dirty-blonde hair just past her shoulders that she usually wears in a ponytail, and a body that even 15 years and two kids later doesn't let you forget she'd been a darn good gymnast through college.

Out loud I was more polite: "What did you have in mind?"

"Just a little wager," she said, passing out two of the beers and taking a swallow from the third. Then she fixed her lovely green eyes on me and said, "If you win, I'll give you a blowjob."

I had just taken a swig from my beer, and I almost choked on it. There'd never been a hint of anything like that between us, and I was caught completely off guard. I glanced at Dan, then back at Melissa, and said intelligently, "Excuse me?"

"If you win, I'll suck your cock," Melissa said matter-of-factly.

Recovering slowly, I said, "Uh, OK, uh ... and if Dan wins?"

"Then I get to watch you do him," she said.

I almost choked again even though I didn't have anything in my mouth. "What?" I said.

"If Dan wins, I get to watch you suck his cock," she repeated. I stared at her, speechless. 

She shrugged. "I've always wanted to watch a guy give a blowjob, and Dan won't do it," she said.

"What makes you think I will?" I asked.

"We've seen the way you look at me," she said. "I think you'll do pretty much anything I ask you to." Apparently I hadn't been as furtive as I thought as I've watched her -- and I have watched her, ever since Dan introduced us when they were dating. But there was no accusation in her voice; there might have even been a little pride.

As I was thinking about how to reply, I saw her gaze drift south, and her smile turned a little mischievous; I knew she could tell through my jeans that I had a semi. I don't fluster easily, but I was flustered now.

"I'm not, uh, I mean, I've never, uh ..."

"Steve, we know you're straight," she said. "That's what makes this so hot for me. I want to know that a straight guy is so into me that he'd take a bet like this. And I think you're that into me."

Looking at Dan, I said, "I'm sorry, dude. I've never meant any disrespect."

He laughed. "Never took it that way, buddy. I know she's hotter than sin. It bugs me sometimes when strangers look at her the way you do, but I know you'd never do anything behind my back. And we've had some great sex talking about you going home and jerking off to the image of her in your head."

I started to protest, but he was right; I had done that more than once. "So ... you're cool with the bet she suggested?" I said. "You're cool with watching her go down on me after I win the next game?"

"Hell yeah I'm cool with it -- but you're not going to win."

"And you're cool with that too, with the idea of me going down on you?" I asked, a little incredulously.

"Hey, I figure if I close my eyes you might as well be Emma Watson. And I'm cool with anything that turns her on."

"But not enough to be the suck-ER instead of the suck-EE," I said, and instantly regretted it. I shouldn't have made him look bad in front of his wife. 

Melissa rescued the situation, though. "Actually, I like it better this way. If you do him, I get to see two things I really want to see: a guy sucking cock because I asked him to, and what Dan looks like getting head from someone else."

"I don't know," I said. "Since you both obviously already know, I'll admit I'd do a lot for the chance to get a blowjob from you. But if I lose ... I don't know."

"Well, let me ask you a couple of questions," Dan said. "Do you think it would turn you gay?"

"No. I mean, you're an OK looking guy for a dumb jock" -- chuckles all around at this -- "but I'm never gonna get turned on by the thought of YOU naked."

"Good. Does the idea disgust you?"

"Not really. Not much that adults can do together disgusts me."

"Are you worried people might find out?"

"No. I trust you both about that."

"Are you afraid it will hurt?"

"I doubt it would hurt."

"Are you worried about the cum?"

"Hadn't really thought that far ahead, but uh, yeah, I guess."

"Any other reasons you wouldn't do it?"

A long pause. My thoughts went from "'Cause it's gay" to "Or would it be kinda homophobic to turn down a request from a beautiful woman?" Finally, I said, "I guess it's just the cum."

"Fine," he said. "I'll pull out when I'm ready and come somewhere else. Melissa, you OK with that?"

"I guess," she said. She must have sensed I was thinking about accepting the bet, because she upped the ante. "And I'll sweeten the deal a little for you, Steve. For every ball you pocket, I'll take off a piece of clothing. I'll even let you pick."

She must've read my expression. Sensing victory, she walked over to me. She always moves nicely, but doesn't usually seem conscious of how sexy she is -- which of course makes her even sexier. But there was a little extra swivel in her hips now. She walked right up to me and pressed herself against me; her hand brushed the semi in my jeans as she whispered in my ear: "Besides, even if you lose you'll win." She flicked her tongue against my earlobe, then backed away, smiling.

I think she knew that would seal the deal, and it did. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but OK. I'm in. I don't mind telling you that I really want to win, though."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Dan said.

Melissa perched on a barstool while Dan racked the balls. "Your break," he said.

I chalked up the cue and sent the cue ball cracking against the rack. The 3-ball dropped into a corner pocket. "Guess I'm solids," I said. And turning to Melissa, I said, "I get to pick, right?"

She smiled and nodded. "Your sweater, please," I said, smiling back. The sweater draped off of one shoulder, and I could see two straps there; one was obviously for a bra, the other for a tank top or chemise, so I knew I wouldn't see much yet, but I stopped to watch her anyway. She didn't disappoint. Setting her beer down on a high table behind her, she peeled her sweater off without changing her perch on the barstool, and tossed it on the stool beside her. Then she leaned back and put her elbows on the table, arching her back to accentuate her breasts, still covered by a thin cotton shirt and a bra.

"Still your shot," Dan reminded me. I turned my attention back to the table and saw that I had a pretty open shot at the 6. I put it solidly in a side pocket, then turned back to Melissa. "Your shirt next, please," I said.

She repeated the show, this time exposing her firm, flat belly and a beautiful green bra with just enough lace to be sexy. This was still not really anything I hadn't seen before; the bra was even almost the same color as the two-piece swimsuit she'd worn to the beach last summer when the three of us and my soon-to-be-ex wife had gone together. But she looked really good leaning back to put her elbows back on the table, and it was hard to tear my gaze away when Dan cleared his throat to remind me that it was still my shot.

Forcing my attention to the table, I saw that my best option was a one-rail bank shot that might put the 5 in a corner. I didn't have much hope for the shot, really, but didn't see anything better and took it -- and the ball dropped. I looked at Melissa happily and said, "Shoes, please."

Surprised, she said, "Shoes? Really?"

"You can't get your pants off without taking your shoes off first," I said.

"I thought sure you'd go for her bra," Dan said.

"Plenty of time for that," I replied.

"Hey, you've only sunk three so far. Don't get cocky," he said.

"Too late for that," Melissa said, staring at the bulge in my jeans. We all laughed a little too much at that, and Melissa kicked her shoes off.

My next best chance was a clear but long shot at the 7; the ball rattled in off the angles. "Now your pants, please," I said to Melissa. I reveled in watching openly as she hopped off the bar stool, undid the snap and zipper of her jeans, and wriggled them down past her hips, exposing boy shorts that matched her bra. She pushed her jeans down further until they dropped around her ankles, then stepped out of them. Still nothing I hadn't seen before, but it was the first time I'd been able to look without fear of being caught looking, and I enjoyed every second of it. What she did next convinced me Melissa was enjoying it too; she turned around and bent straight over to pick her jeans up off the floor, giving me a fantastic view of her pert round ass. I thought I saw a slight bulge from protruding pussy lips between her legs, and I was sure there was a little wet spot there already.

She smiled broadly at me as she stood up and turned around, and she hopped back up on the bar stool, took another pull from her beer, and leaned back on her elbows again as if sitting there in her underwear while I gawked at her was the most natural thing in the world. "Your next ball will make things interesting," she said.

"Oh, things are already interesting," I said with a crooked smile. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks," she said, still smiling herself.

"OK, Steve. I've never seen you sink five straight in your life," Dan said. "If you do it now I'll start to think you've been hustling me for years."

"I wish," I said, turning back to the table and seeing no good options. I tried to bank the 4 in off a cushion, but it wouldn't go.

"I was starting to wonder if I was going to get a turn," Dan said. He had a clean shot at the 9 and made it easily, setting himself up for an easy run along the long rail for the 11. He made that too, and then pulled off a two-cushion bank shot to pocket the 10. He missed a tough angle at the 13 but left me with little to shoot at. I buried the cue ball as well as I could, and he missed the 13 again and set me up for an easy tap-in of the 4.

I looked at Melissa and said happily, "Your bra next, please." She sat forward and crossed her arms, and each hand slid a bra strap off the opposite shoulder down to her biceps. Uncrossing her arms, she let the bra curl downward slowly, exposing breasts that looked almost exactly as I'd imagined them: round, close together, copper-colored areolae about the size of a nickel, nipples pointing just a little north of straight ahead. Probably B cups, and most guys would think they were too small, but all I could think about was cupping them in my hands and sucking them. I tore my gaze away and looked Melissa straight in the eyes, smiling appreciatively, and said sincerely, "Wow."

She dropped her eyes shyly for a moment, then looked up at me and said, "You can look some more, it's OK." I did. I made sure she could see me looking at one, then turning my eyes slowly across to the other, and I added a nice long leer down her flat stomach to those sexy green boy shorts and down her shapely, toned legs, then slowly back up before I met her gaze again. I shook my head slightly, almost disbelieving how amazing she looked, smiled crookedly and said "Wow" again, drawing it out a little this time.

"Thanks," she said again.

"All right, ya perv," said Dan good-naturedly. "If you're done ogling my wife, it's still your shot."

"What if I'm not done?" I said. This got a laugh from Melissa, and then she gave me the incentive I needed to pay attention to the game again: "Sink one more ball and you'll have me completely naked," she said.

The best shot I had was a bank at the 1, but it was tucked partially behind the 12 and I didn't really think I could make it. Melissa walked around the table and rested her elbows on the rail, straddling the spot I was aiming at. "Tough shot," she said, trying but failing to look sympathetic. 

"I'm not sure whether you're trying to distract me or inspire me," I said. "But it's working."

I struggled to pay attention to the shot with her beautiful face, bare shoulders and stunning breasts as a backdrop. I took it, but missed -- not badly, but I missed -- and set Dan up much better than I thought I would. He dropped the 15 easily, then the 12, and then hit the cue off a cushion and into the 14, which banked off the opposite cushion and dropped in the corner -- an almost miraculous shot for players of our caliber. 

"You've got to be kidding me," I said. "Who's been hustling who all this time?"

"Lucky," Dan admitted. Even luckier, he had a clean shot at his last ball and sank it easily, leaving him only the 8 to win. He called it for a side pocket, but he missed.

"That's more like it," I said. I took aim at the 1 and dropped it before Melissa had a chance to take up a position like last time, and winked at her as I said, "No choice left for me to make, but I want to say it while I have the chance: Please take off your panties."

She slid her hands down her sides and inside her boy shorts, hooked her thumbs over the edge, and kept sliding her hands down the outsides of her thighs. She bent over slightly to keep moving them down until they were ready to drop, then let go of them and stood back up. I saw a narrow landing strip of dark pubic hair, but she kept her legs demurely together except for brief moments as she stepped out of her panties; those glimpses were enough to confirm that her labia protruded a little, and that she was bare below the landing strip. Even more than I wanted her breasts in my mouth, I wanted nothing more than to suck those lips gently and probe the folds with my tongue.

Melissa struck a pin-up pose, then said, "Think you can sink two more balls?"

"Not without looking away," I said. 

"Your call," she said. "You can look at me while you shoot if you want to."

"Oh, I'll definitely be looking at you when I shoot."

"I meant when you shoot pool, you naughty boy."

"Well, I could look at you for a long time," I said, still looking. "But now I'm going to win that bet."

Turning back to the table, I saw that I had a pretty good shot at my last ball and spent a little time thinking about where I wanted the cue for a shot at the 8. I lined it up, dropped the 2 in a side pocket, and gave myself a straight line at the 8 for a corner. Melissa wasn't ready to concede yet, though; she saw which corner I needed to aim at and stood behind it, parting her legs a little, making an unbelievable backdrop for my shot.

I looked her in the eyes, made a circle with a finger and thumb and moved it suggestively over the cue tip. I said, "8 ball in your pocket," and I put it there for the win.

"Guess you were more motivated than I was," Dan said.

"I got more motivated as the game went on," I said, letting my gaze wander openly over Melissa's body again.

Turning to Dan, she said with a pout, "You should've had that orange stripe twice."

"Sorry, babe, I tried."

"Yeah, right," she said teasingly. "I should've played him myself. Maybe that way I would've got what I wanted."

"Aw," I said. "And here I thought you wanted me."

"Well," she replied, "let's see my consolation prize. Your turn to drop trou."

I pushed my shoes off with my feet, quickly undid my belt and jeans, and pushed them and my shorts to the floor at the same time. My already stiff cock sprang free as I did so and bobbed a bit as I stepped out of my pants.

"Mmmm," she said, looking at my pole and biting her lower lip. I thought that was nice of her; I've got average equipment, nothing to brag about, though several women, including my estranged wife, have told me my cock is "pretty". I asked her once what made it pretty, and she said she liked the proportions, the circumcised head, and the slight upward curve. Whatever. Right now, I was thrilled that Melissa seemed to like the way it looked.

"Do you want to sit down?" she asked me, motioning toward a love seat across the room.

"Sure," I said, and she came over to me, took me by the hand, and led me over to it. She didn't add any extra swivel to her walk this time, but she didn't need to; I relished the view of her naked back and butt the whole way, and wished it had been a longer walk.

Melissa turned me around and pushed me gently, encouraging me to sit, and I did. Still standing, she bent down over me, put her hands behind my hips, and scooted me out a bit toward the edge of the couch. Then she spread my knees apart and knelt in front of me.

She looked up into my eyes as she ran both hands up the insides of my thighs, then pressed my perineum and lifted up my balls a little with both thumbs. Never taking her eyes off mine, she traced her tongue from the middle of my balls all the way up my shaft, then kissed my frenulum. 

Smiling sultrily, she said, "One question before I pay up." Then she wrapped her lips around the top half of the head of my cock, sucked hard, flicked my frenulum again with her tongue, and pulled off.

I had to catch my breath a little before answering, and all I could think to say was "OK". At that moment I was ready to do almost anything for her.

She interlaced her question with attentions to my cock. "Is there anything I could do" --another tongue trace up my shaft --"to convince you" -- more tongue flicks on my frenulum -- "to do it anyway?" At this point, the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth, and her tongue wrapped circles around it.

I couldn't answer until she stopped. When she did a few seconds later, I said, "You mean, suck his cock even though I won the bet?"

Still more tonguing of my shaft, then, "Uh-huh. I'll pay up either way, but it could mean the difference between me sucking your cock" -- here she traced her tongue around the tip -- "and blowing your mind." She sucked a ball gently into her mouth and pulled back, stretching that side of my scrotum until the skin was tight around that ball, licked it, and let it go.

I tried to relax, willing myself to think clearly -- no easy task under the circumstances, because a powerful part of my being was screaming at me to do whatever she wanted, anything at all, just so I could have more of what she had teased me with. Just as I thought I might say no, Melissa held my cock sideways and slowly and deliciously corn-cobbed it from base to tip, still looking right at me and smiling with every part of her face that wasn't wrapped part-way around my pole. When I popped free, she said, "Whaddaya say?"

And then, just as I thought I might agree, inspiration struck. "Two conditions," I said, smiling back.

"Ooooh, driving a hard bargain, I see," she said. 

Dan couldn't resist saying, "Yeah, it's hard all right."

Melissa ignored him and said, "Let's hear 'em."

"First," I said, "when I'm done, I want you to sit on my face until I make you come at least once."

She raised one eyebrow a little and her smile grew bigger. She glanced at Dan, who had moved over to sit beside me, presumably for a good view. He half-shrugged, half-nodded to say he was OK with it. "What's the second condition?" she asked, looking back to me.

"When you do start sucking me, don't stop until I ask you to."

She chuckled a little, then said, "You want to come more than once, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.

She apparently knew Dan would be OK with that, because she said promptly, "Deal!" A piece of my brain asked myself what the hell I'd gotten myself into.

Melissa practically jumped up, bent over Dan and kissed him deeply while she undid his belt and jeans. As soon as she had his zipper down, she grabbed his jeans and shorts and tugged them down; he raised his hips a little to help, and she whisked them off his legs and threw them aside. Then she moved back to me, ran a hand up the inside of my left thigh to my balls, continued tracing her fingers up my shaft, then caressed my stomach and chest. Then she took my hand and pulled me up off the couch.




Pool Bet Ch. 02



[This is the second chapter of a story that started with a bet on a game of pool. There's enough background in this installment that it can stand on its own, but you might want to read the previous installment first if you haven't yet. It's my highest-rated submission so far. It's at http://www.literotica.com/s/pool-bet. Either way, I hope you enjoy the new chapter. - TD]

This is awkward.

I was afraid it would be, but Dan had sounded very nonchalant and ordinary when he'd called me over to shoot some pool again, and it was an ordinary invitation. We'd been getting together at his place to shoot pool about once a month for years, and I was grateful the invitations hadn't stopped when my wife and I split up. I hoped I had sounded equally nonchalant on the phone, and I'd picked up some beer on the way over as always.

But now, after a few minutes of small talk about his kids, my divorce proceedings, and work -- both of us studiously avoiding any mention of his wife or the last time we'd been together -- we'd been quiet for a long time. It was unusual; we usually laughed and joked a lot. And it was awkward.

I guess that's understandable, given that the last time I'd been here, we and his adorable wife, Melissa, had all wound up naked together after she proposed a bet on our pool game. I'd won, entitling me to a blowjob from her. Then, to my shock and her delight, she'd persuaded me to pay up as if I'd lost -- by sucking Dan's cock while she watched. Afterward, she thrilled me by sitting on my face until she came twice, then sucking me off twice, the second time while Dan did her from behind. This was the first time Dan and I had seen each other since then, and Melissa wasn't home. And now here we were, shooting pool in silence except for the occasional "Your break" or "Want another beer?".

I knew we had to talk about it, but I couldn't decide what to say. I figured Dan was probably having the same problem, which didn't make deciding what to say any easier.

When our second game ended with no change, Dan tossed the rack on the table to get ready for another, but I said, "I don't know, I'm kinda wiped, maybe I'll get outta here."

"C'mon, man, rack 'em up," he said. "And look, uh, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said, racking the balls without looking up.

"So, uh ... how was it?"

"How was what?" I asked, knowing exactly what he was asking about.

"Yeah, right, as if you haven't been trying to figure out how to bring it up all night," he replied. 

I looked up and acknowledged it. "You're right. I have."

"So? How was it?"

"Totally worth it," I said.

"Yeah, I could tell you had a good time with Melissa afterward. But that's not what I mean. What was it like?"

"I'm not switching teams, if that's what you mean," I said, probably too defensively. I hadn't quite come to terms with it myself yet.

"That's not what I mean either, and you know it," he said. "Look, I think Melissa would still like to see me do it, and I want to know what you thought about it."

"I don't know, man," I said. "That whole night was hotter than hell for me. I mean, I finally got to see your wife naked, and she's fan-TAS-tic, and then to have her sit on my face and blow me -- I can't really separate, uh, what I did to you from everything else, y'know?"

"OK. It's your break, by the way."

After I broke, he said, "I guess what I really want to know is, would you ever do it again?"

I thought about it a little, then said, "In the right circumstances, yeah."

"And what are those?" he asked.

"A beautiful woman asking me to," I said. "And promising to make it worth it."

"So ... you don't want to do it now," he said, lining up a shot. It wasn't a question.

"No," I answered anyway. "Why, do you want me to?"

"No," he said -- but I thought he sounded a little uncertain about that. He took his shot, then said, "Look, at a certain level, the best blowjob you've ever had was the one you had last, right? So at that level, I guess, yeah, I kinda want you to do it again. But not because it's you, just because it's a blowjob, y'know? But I'm not asking."

"I get it," I said. "And even if you were asking, I'd still say no. I'm gonna have to be horny to do that again, and you just don't do it for me, pal."

"Fair enough," he said, laughing a little. "One more question?"

"Shoot," I said.

"Why were you so good at it?"

"Was I?" I said. I felt oddly proud of this.

"I'm not saying you were the best I've had, but it was way above the middle of the pack."

"I don't know, dude. I just took Melissa's advice and tried to do what I like having done to me."

"Fair enough," he said again. "See the Red Wings game last night?"

And just like that, things went back to normal. We spent the rest of the evening cracking each other up, ranting about the referees or our bosses, whatever. After our fifth game, and my third beer, I said I really did have to call it a night. 

Just as I was reaching for the door, Dan said, "So look, if Melissa asks me to do you, would you be cool with that? 'Cause I'm sure she's gonna ask me to, and I might decide to do it."

"Can I call you Emma?" I said. 

"OK, asshole, I deserved that," he said. 

"Yeah, you did. But yeah, as long as your wife is there and her clothes are on the floor, it's cool." And I left.

A week later, Melissa called. "Hi, stud," she said when I answered. 

I chuckled and said, "Hi, gorgeous. How are ya?"

"Horny," she said. "Get over here."

"Is Dan there?" I asked.

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me," I said.

"Interesting," she replied. "Do you want him to be here?"

"What I want is to know it's OK with him."

"Hang on," she said. There was a brief pause, and I heard a few shuffling noises over the line, then Dan's voice: "You heard the lady. Get over here. And we've got plenty of beer already, so you can skip the shopping trip."

"Gimme 20 minutes," I said. I took a fast shower, dressed hurriedly and made the 10-minute drive to their place. Dan answered the door when I rang the bell. 

"C'mon in, have a seat," he said. "Melissa's upstairs. Beer?"

"Sure, thanks," I said, relaxing in a comfortable chair. He came back with two bottles, handed me one, and took a swig from the other before sitting down on the couch opposite me. We made small talk for a few minutes, mostly about work, but I could tell he had something else on his mind. It didn't take him long to get to it.

"So look, you remember what you suggested last time, after we were finished?" 

"You mean when Melissa asked me if I'd, uh, go down on you again and I suggested she and I could do you together?"

"Yeah," he said. "Obviously you do remember."

"I also remember she said you'd have to do something pretty amazing to deserve that."

"Yeah," he said again. "She told me what that is."

I just waited, looking at him. It was a full minute before he spoke again.

"She wants me to tell you that she's upstairs waiting for you, and that you can do whatever you want with her for an hour while I wait down here," he said.

I would not have guessed that in a hundred tries, and I didn't know quite what to say. The thought of it made me even hornier than I'd been ever since she called, but this would be a big change, and my inner angel and demon started battling it out. I mean, here's my best friend telling me his wife wants to cheat on him. But here's this beautiful, incredibly sexy woman maybe putting her marriage on the line because she wants me? It didn't compute; I'm just not the kind of guy women cheat on their husbands with. So I just said a long, drawn out, "Okaaaaaayyyy ...", and waited again. It was a shorter pause this time.

"I'm not gonna tell you that," he said. "Not quite, anyway. Not whatever you want, 'cause if you hurt her or don't stop when she says no, I'll kill you."

"Dude, I would never hurt her, you know that," I said.

"Yeah, I know that. Had to say it anyway."

He didn't say anything else, so after a while I said, "That's it? That's the only restriction?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Whatever I want? You sure? 'Cause that would mean I'm going to have sex with your wife."

"Kinda figured that," he said with a wry smile.

"And ... you're OK with that?" I asked, still incredulous.

"Honestly? I think it's hot as hell."

"And you want two mouths on you at the same time," I said.

"Yeah. That too," he said, still smiling. "So what are you waiting for?"

I shook my head, still not really believing it. I took a swig from my beer and looked him straight in the eyes for several seconds. Then I shrugged, stood up, and started for the stairs. With one foot on the bottom step, I turned and asked over my shoulder, "You sure?"

"Go," he said.

"OK then. Thanks," I said, and trotted up the stairs. I remembered where their bedroom was from the tour they'd given me when they bought the place a few years ago; the door was shut, so I knocked.

"Come on in," Melissa said.

I opened the door and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, ankles crossed and knees together; she would've looked demure, except that the dark red silk robe she was wearing exposed the skin between her breasts and on down below her navel, and was so short that it barely reached the bed in back. She smiled beautifully when she saw me.

"I've been waiting for you," she said, standing and walking a few steps toward me. "I just have one question before you do whatever you want to me."

I arched an eyebrow questioningly. She said, "Have you been with anybody besides Nikki since you got married?"

"No," I said truthfully.

"Good," she said. "Then we won't be needing this." She tossed a condom she'd been holding onto the nightstand, then pulled the belt on her robe to undo the knot. The robe fell open, still draped over her breasts but revealing her beautifully groomed landing strip and a glimpse of her protruding lips. "I'm all yours, lover," she said huskily.

I pulled off my shirt and pushed my shoes off with my feet, then closed the gap between us quickly. I took her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly, then let my hands roam down her shoulders and back, sliding down that slippery robe until I felt the naked tops of her thighs below it. I brought my hands back up to cup her ass and pulled her tightly to me as I intensified our kiss to hungry passion. Then I wrapped one arm around her back, bent slightly and slid the other arm behind her knees, and picked her up. Her arms quickly encircled my shoulders as I carried her two steps back to the bed, knelt on it, and laid her down gently. I kissed her some more, leaning on my left arm as my right hand caressed the outside of her thigh, then up her side; the robe slid slowly off her left breast as I moved my hand higher, and I cupped it gently, then traced a spiral in toward her nipple as I moved my kisses to her right cheek, then her ear, and then slowly down her neck and chest. Cupping her breast with my hand again, I flicked her nipple with my tongue, then licked circles around it before finally taking that beautiful mound into my mouth. She moaned softly and put a hand on the back of my head.

After a bit I moved left, licking and kissing as I went and pushing the robe off of her right breast with my chin and cheek while gently rubbing her left nipple, still moist from my mouth, with my fingers. I gave her right breast the same treatment, then started lower, kissing my way down her ribcage and firm, flat stomach.

"You don't have to do that," she said.

Pausing briefly, I said, "I want to. And remember, I get to do whatever I want." I resumed my slow journey southward while I reached down with my right hand and caressed the inside of her left calf, then gently pushed it outward while sliding my hand up to her thigh. I moved over her right leg, and she moved it apart to give me room to settle down comfortably. I thanked her by licking down to the little cup on the inside of her right thigh where it meets her butt, then flicking my tongue across her folds to the same cup on the other side and back up a little ways. Then slowly, I moved my tongue to her clit, licked it gently, then licked straight down, parting her already moist lips with my tongue. When I reached her passage, I stopped being gentle and plunged my tongue into her hole, burying my face in her sweet pussy. She drew a sharp breath, then raised her knees, opening herself more to me and letting me probe deeper with my tongue.

She moaned again and grabbed my hair with both hands, pulling me upward so my tongue was on her clit; then, as her hips began to roll gently, she pressed my head firmly against her. I licked and sucked and twirled and did everything else I could think of with my tongue, lost in delight. I looked up to see that she was holding her head up to watch me; our eyes met, and she bit her lower lip. I pulled my head back against the pressure of her hands so she could see my tongue flicking up and down briefly, then quickly buried my face again. When I switched from circles to short up-down strokes with my tongue, she groaned, dropped her head back to the pillow, and pressed her hips into my face. I kept up the same motion and pace, and just when I thought she was on the edge, I thrust a finger inside her. She gasped, then bore down on my finger. I curled it upwards inside her, feeling for that magic rough patch. I found it, stroked it, thrust harder into her so my knuckles pressed on her lips, pulled back out a little and stroked her g-spot again. Her hips bucked hard, then again, and she screamed as she came hard. I kept licking, going more gently and slowly as her climax ebbed.

When she suddenly and fully relaxed, I moved lower and ran my tongue straight up her slit from bottom to top. This got another moan, and left me with a delicious dollop of her juices on my tongue. I held it in my mouth as I moved up; her lips parted to kiss me, and I let that dollop drain into her mouth as we kissed deeply. After a while she took my face in her hands and moved me up so she could lick more of her juice off my chin, then brought me back to kiss her again. Then I rolled off the bed, stood up, and dropped my jeans and shorts to the floor. My cock had been hard for quite a while already and sprang up as if glad to be free.

I leaned over and kissed her again, then climbed back onto the bed and knelt over her chest. I raised her arms above her head, tugged the robe from underneath her and off, and pinned her wrists with one hand, then used the other to rub the underside of the head of my cock over her lips. She flicked her tongue over my frenulum, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I moved up, letting my cock rub her face as she continued to lick my shaft until my balls reached her mouth. She took one gently into her mouth, closed her lips over it to stretch the skin tight, and licked the bottom of it softly, then swirled her tongue around it. Then she pushed that one out and gave the other one the same treatment.

Then she opened her mouth, and I could feel her jaw working and her head twisting; I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too. I was still pinning her hands over her head with one hand, so I used the other to guide the other ball into her mouth so she had them both at the same time. She moved her tongue deliciously all over my sack, giving me the thrill of pressure almost, but not quite, to the point where it would hurt. I stayed that way for several minutes, enjoying it immensely. But when she managed to get her tongue out of her mouth to lick my perineum, I told her to open her mouth. She did, and made a disappointed little sound as I raised up out of her mouth -- but then I moved forward just a bit more so my taint was poised over her mouth, and the next sound she made wasn't disappointment. She licked everywhere her tongue could reach, softly, just the way I love it. I stayed that way for several more minutes, then moved slowly downward, dragging first my sack and then my shaft over her tireless tongue. I paused for a bit when my movement brought my frenulum to her tongue, and she kept right on licking it for as long as I left it there. 

Then I moved down a bit more, pointed my cock down with my free hand, and lowered myself slowly but relentlessly into her willing mouth and throat. She took all of me and never let her tongue rest, pressing, licking and sucking. I raised up until I was completely out of her mouth, but held my cock pointing down so she could lick the head; then I lowered myself again at the same slow, steady pace and stayed buried in her throat for a while. I repeated that two or three more times, and on the last upstroke I got pretty close to the point of no return, so I moved up so she could lick my balls again for a while. When I was no longer in danger of coming sooner than I wanted to, I pushed fully into her throat again, still moving slowly because I like it that way. 

As I felt myself building toward the edge again, several thoughts ran through my mind. "God, I'd love to come in her mouth again" was first, but that was followed by wondering whether I'd ever have the chance to fuck her again. Then I said to myself I could do both; I'd never had trouble getting it up again for a second round, and certainly didn't expect to with such a beautiful woman in such a hot situation. My next thought surprised me: "If I come twice, I won't want to go down on Dan with her." Then I debated with myself briefly about whether my chances for fucking her again were better if I lasted longer while doing it tonight -- which would argue for coming in her mouth first -- or if I went down on Dan with her. I quickly decided that helping her suck off her husband was more likely to earn me a repeat invitation, then told myself that if I did that Melissa would probably make sure I got off a second time tonight anyway, and that clinched it. I pulled slowly out of her mouth again.

Not willing to give up completely on relishing her tongue, though, I positioned my balls for some more licking and sucking, then dragged my cock down slowly over her mouth again. This time I kept moving lower, trailing the tip across her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach, and finally letting it slide down her moist folds. I kissed her, then raised my head so I could watch her adorable face as I penetrated her for the first time.

As I pushed the head of my cock into her, her eyes locked on mine and her lips parted. As I pushed inside her at the same slow, relentless pace I'd used on her mouth a few minutes earlier, her back arched and one foot slid up my leg all the way to my ass and clamped me tightly to her. At the same time, she squeezed my cock tightly with her pussy; I stayed there, as deeply into her as I could be, until she relaxed a little. Then I pulled almost all the way out and, remembering a trick I'd read somewhere, gave her nine quick, short thrusts followed by one deep, slow one, and pulled almost all the way out again. Then eight short thrusts and a deep one, then seven, and so on. When I gave her the long thrust after four short ones, she moaned loudly and said, "Oh yeah, fuck me!" She repeated "Fuck me!" with every long thrust after that, and soon I was alternating short and long thrusts to that rhythmic chant.

It wasn't long before her chant changed to "Oh god, oh god, oh god," and as I felt my own release building I said huskily, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna come!" She said, "Do it, baby, come inside me, come with me, baby!" I gave up the short strokes and drove into her fast and hard once, then again, and exploded inside her. Her own orgasm started just after mine, her pussy clenching and unclenching on my throbbing cock as she wrapped me in her arms and legs and tried to pull herself right through me, burying her face in my shoulder and screaming one loud long, "Ohhhhhhhhh!"




Pool Bet Ch. 02



I was still lying on top of her, still inside her as we slowly relaxed, when there was a knock on the door. I thought, "Shit! Her husband!" and rolled off her quickly. Melissa giggled a little, and I relaxed and chuckled myself, remembering that I had Dan's permission for all this. Melissa said, "Come on in, lover," and he did.

"You're just in time," Melissa said. "Your best friend just shot his load inside your wife. Care to join us?"

"Hell yes," Dan said, quickly peeling off his shirt.

"Great!" said Melissa enthusiastically. "Do you want to suck his cock or lick my pussy?"

"Wait, what?" said Dan, hesitating with his pants halfway down.

"You heard me," she said.

He stood up straight and his pants fell around his ankles. "Uh ..." he said.

"You still want both of our mouths on you, don't you?" she asked him.

"Yeah ..." he said, a little uncertainly.

"Then choose quickly -- or you can sit down and watch us for the rest of the night."

I could practically hear his thoughts. "There's less cum if I go down on him, but then I'd be sucking his dick. I love to eat her pussy, but it's full of cum," I imagined him thinking -- a classic lesser of two evils choice for him. I realized that it would be a tough choice for me, too, but for the opposite reason: After giving Dan my first blowjob a month or so ago, I had to admit that both options were pretty appealing to me. If our roles were reversed, I was pretty sure I'd go down on her -- but also pretty sure I'd wish I could do them both.

Finally, Dan stepped out of his pants, climbed up on the bed, and lowered himself between Melissa's legs. She propped herself up on her elbows, wanting a good view; I raised up on one elbow for the same reason. He looked up at her, a little pleadingly I thought, maybe hoping for a last-minute reprieve he didn't get; then he looked at me and said warningly, "If you tell a single soul about this ..."

"Dude, who're you talking to?" I said. 

He kept looking at me for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to her mound. He stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of it to her clit. She twitched a little but said, "Uh-uh. Lick it clean."

He lowered his face a few inches, still with his tongue stuck out and his lips closed tightly around it. He scowled a little when he got his first small taste and pulled back, drawing a thin strand of my semen between her lips and the tip of his tongue.

Melissa looked over at me and said, in a tone only half joking, "Would you mind shoving his face between my legs?"

I chuckled, and she said to Dan, "Seriously, last chance. If you won't do it, he will, and then you can watch us the rest of the evening."

"She's right, you know," I said. "My hour's not up yet, and I'll do it if you won't." 

"OK, OK," Dan said -- and this time he did it. He buried his face in her pussy still dripping with our combined juices. Melissa gave a soft "Mmmmmm" and said encouragingly, "Yeah, baby, just like that. Show me his cum on your tongue."

He raised up a little with his mouth open and his tongue out slightly, and there was indeed a big glob of sticky white cum on it. Melissa bit her lower lip and said "Mmmmm" again, then "Oh yeah. Swallow it for me, lover!"

And he did. It was a struggle; he turned his head sideways, swallowed as if he were trying to down a hard-boiled egg, shook his head, swallowed hard again, and looked back up at her with an open, and empty, mouth.

"I love you for doing that for me, baby," she said. "And I loved watching it too. Do it again for me, baby."

He repeated the scene, although the blob of cum was smaller this time and he didn't struggle as much to swallow it. When he finished, she said, "Yes, baby, now eat me like you love to eat me!"

He buried his face between her legs again and stayed there. She watched him, and I switched back and forth between watching him myself and watching her watch him. It wasn't long before her breathing quickened and her hips began to writhe. She reached down and held his head with both hands, murmuring, "Don't stop, oh my god, don't stop," and he didn't, wrapping her thighs in his arms to hold her to him. I watched her face contort in ecstasy as she came hard once and then again before collapsing back onto the bed.

Dan kept licking her softly for a few more minutes, then raised his head, crawled up and kissed her. I don't think he had held any of my cum in his mouth for her, but I was sure she could taste us both on his tongue, lips and chin as she slowly and tenderly cleaned him up. I heard her whisper, "Thank you, baby. I love you so much!" as she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace.

Then she rolled him over and sat up, rubbing her still-moist pussy over his throbbing cock. Looking at me, she said, "I think he deserves his reward, don't you?"

I feigned uncertainty until she caressed her stomach and breasts with both hands as she said playfully, "What, you don't want to thank him for letting you play with this?"

"Yeah, actually, I do," I said.

"Good," she said. "Then he can get thanked and rewarded at the same time." With that, she moved down and lay beside Dan, one thigh over his knee and her head at his waist, looking at me expectantly. I moved down and took up a similar position on his other side, put my top hand behind her head, pulled her face toward mine and kissed her. I could sense that she was stroking Dan's cock below our kiss, and soon I felt the underside of it on my cheek; she rubbed it across my face as we french kissed, then slowly she pulled back until our lips were touching only lightly as our tongues continued to dance with each other. She gradually pulled his cock between our mouths until we were kissing around it, our tongues now tickling his frenulum and head.

With a little pressure from my hand, I guided her head as we both moved down his cock, licking and kissing both him and each other until we reached the base; then we moved back up at the same slow, luxurious pace. When we got to the top again, she pulled his cock toward her mouth and took him in all the way, staying down for a few seconds after eliciting a deep moan from her husband. Then she pulled back up and, aimed his cock at my mouth, and gave him a firm squeezing stroke from base to tip. That elicited a large drop of precum, which glistened in the lamplight.

I looked directly into her eyes and licked him from his frenulum to the tip, catching that big drop of liquid on my tongue for Melissa to see. I hadn't tasted his precum before, but I had tasted my own and found it very erotic, so I wasn't worried about this. In fact I savored it; I pulled my tongue in and pushed that big drop up against the roof of my mouth, spreading it out on my tongue and getting a thorough taste, looking right at Melissa the whole time. It was salty and frankly delicious, like my own and not very different from a woman's juices; in a blind taste test I'm not sure I'd know the difference, but it had been a lot hotter to lick it right from the source than to have to scoop up my own with my finger and lick that.

Melissa nibbled on her lower lip as I swallowed, and flicked her gaze from my eyes to Dan's cock and back, still aiming him right at my mouth. I put my tongue out a little ways again, opened my lips, and slid my mouth slowly down his pole. I remembered to keep my tongue moving and to start swallowing just before he got to the back of my mouth, and I managed to go all the way down until my nose flattened in his pubes and my lips hit the ring she was making around the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger. "Fuuuuuucccck," said Melissa. "Ohhhhh," said Dan.

I pulled back up as slowly as Melissa had and pulled all the way off. Then she aimed his shaft at her own mouth and went all the way down again, faster this time. She pulled all the way off slowly and aimed him back at me. I tried what she had done but mistimed something and couldn't get all the way down; she gave him another stroke, gave him back to me, and I got it right this time, getting all of him down my throat quickly and then pulling off slowly. Melissa passed him back and forth between us a few more times; then when I started down again, she moved a little lower and began licking his balls. She let go of his cock and began softly caressing my thigh and butt cheek.

I kept up the same fast downstroke and slow upstroke, trying to watch her as much as I could. Her beautiful green eyes were open every time I saw them, watching me suck her husband's dick while she licked and sucked his sack and his perineum. 

I don't know how much time passed this way; I was "in the zone" again, not thinking about what I was doing, just doing it, lost in the experience and half delirious to have such a beautiful woman looking at me the way Melissa was. As I finished another long, slow upstroke with a flick of my tongue around his head, I only half heard Dan say, "Oh, fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum!" 

It didn't change anything. I gave him another quick downstroke anyway and started up slowly, still working my tongue any way I could think of. Melissa took her mouth of his balls long enough to say, "Don't swallow it this time, baby, I wanna kiss you with a mouthful."

I was about half-way up when the pulsing started, and I stayed there, continuing to work my tongue on his pole as the first load hit the back of my throat. I had to work hard not to pull off and gag at that point, but I managed it somehow, and stream after stream filled my mouth. I couldn't hold it all; when some began leaking out around my lips and dribbling down his shaft, Melissa said, "Oh holy fuck that's hot!" and started licking up the leakage as best she could.

When Dan's hips stopped bucking and his cock stopped pulsing, I pulled up slowly, trying to keep my lips closed tightly around him so I could do as Melissa had asked. The pool of cum in my mouth was unpleasant -- again, not from the taste but from the texture -- but I found that if I pulled my tongue toward the back of my mouth I could get it mostly out of the glob, and even though cum still obviously coated my tongue it was tolerable that way. As I was pulling my mouth off my best friend's cock, his wife had rolled over enough that her face now pointed up toward mine, her head resting on his hip and those devastating eyes still watching me with a glorious mixture of lust and gratitude.

I moved my mouth above hers and let a little stream of cum out between my lips. Her mouth popped open, and I could watch the cum slide down her tongue; she swallowed and opened her mouth again, but as I was preparing another drip for her she said, "Fuck that!", grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to her. I opened my mouth to kiss her, and my tongue followed the big glob of cum into her mouth as my hand slid up her side and cupped her breast. The kiss was so intense that I forgot about the unpleasant texture and lost myself in the moment again, reveling in the experience of kissing another man's gorgeous wife with his cum in our mouths.

We finally broke the kiss and looked up at Dan, who was watching us with a goofy smile. "That was a-MAZ-ing!" he said. "It sure was," Melissa agreed. Then, rolling over again and running a hand up his thigh and then up his cock, she added, "But I hope you're not done yet."

"I might need a few minutes," he said. 

She licked his shaft from base to tip, looking at me playfully. Without even thinking about it, I did the same; I didn't know what Melissa had in mind next, but I was pretty sure I'd like it. I could feel him stiffening under my tongue, and he said, "Or a few seconds.". We kept at it, taking turns licking his shaft until it stood up off his abdomen again.

Then, easing me out of the way gently, she moved up and across him, straddling his hips. She raised up and reached for him, but I was quicker; I grabbed his cock and aimed it into her, and she settled down on him and began gently rocking her hips. I watched for a minute or two, thoroughly enjoying the view of her delightful toned body and her beautiful pussy giving me peek-a-boo glimpses of his glistening hard cock inside her. Then she asked me to stand up on the bed beside her. I did so, and she turned her head and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth in one gulp.

I quickly stiffened in her mouth. It wasn't a great blowjob, truth be told; I think she had trouble concentrating. I tried thrusting a bit but almost lost my balance, so I stood still, and there were long periods where the only sensations on my cock were warmth, moistness and pressure without much movement. But that's not such a bad thing, really, and when she did occasionally recollect herself and work her tongue on me it was electric.

It was during one of those incredibly intense moments when the point of no return snuck up on me. I wrapped both arms around her head fiercely and pumped my load down her throat. About half-way through my orgasm I heard Dan grunt in a way that told me he was coming too, and as Melissa began to bounce up and down on him vigorously I let go of her head and pulled my slackening cock out of her mouth. I half knelt, half fell back down to the bed and watched her as she drove quickly to her own orgasm before Dan's erection faded.

She stayed on top of him as our breathing and pulse slowed toward normal, giving a little delighted moan when he finally slipped out of her but still not moving. I was so relaxed, so spent, I think I even dozed off briefly as we lay there; at any rate, I realized that Melissa was caressing my stomach and chest without really knowing she had started.

When she saw that I was aware of my surroundings again, she said, "Any more ideas?"

"Sorry, what?" I said.

"This whole doing him together thing was your idea, remember?"

I snapped fully awake, realizing this line of questioning meant we might all get together again soon.

"Well, yeah, I've got a few more ideas," I said.

"Name one," she and Dan said together.

Thinking quickly, and squashing what might be the last bit of doubt I'd ever have about playing with a couple, I said, "Well, I'd love to lick you both while you fuck."

I saw lust rekindle in Melissa's eyes. 

"You doing anything next Saturday night?" she said.



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She lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere. She pressed her body against mine, kissed my neck and cupped my ass in her hands; I did the same to her, pressing her tighter against my throbbing cock, as she said in a half whisper, "I'm so glad you're going to do this for me!"

As she pulled away, she moved one hand to my crotch again, gave me an enjoyable caress, then took hold of my cock firmly and led me in front of Dan. She knelt outside his left leg, and tugged my cock down to get me to kneel between his feet. I hadn't taken my eyes off of her the whole time, and still didn't until she reached up with the hand that wasn't still clutching my cock, put it gently on my cheek, and turned me to see what was right in front of me.

Which was, of course, Dan's stiffening prick. It was the first time outside porn that I had seen a hard cock other than my own, and my first reaction was a mix of relief and worry. The relief was because he was circumcised like me, which just looks cleaner somehow to me; since I was apparently going to put it in my mouth, I was glad of that. The worry was because I thought he was a lot bigger than me. I'd suspected he was longer because we'd seen each other in the showers at the gym from time to time, and as his pole hardened I could see I was right; he had 7 1/2 or 8 inches to my 6. What worried me was that he looked a lot thicker than me, too; I honestly wasn't sure I could get his cock in my mouth.

I turned to look at Melissa and said, "I, uh, I don't really, uh, know what to do."

"Do what you like to have done to you," she said.

For some reason, that triggered a very unexpected feeling. If you've ever been an athlete and gotten "in the zone", you'll understand what I felt. The conscious part of the brain seems to get out of your way; you just give yourself to the situation, your whole being focuses on the event, and you experience it fully and clearly, without filters. So here I was, about to give my best friend a blowjob in front of his hot, naked wife -- and it was just a fact, no embarrassment, no doubts about my sexual orientation, nothing but doing it.

So I reached up with my right hand and wrapped it around his cock, the first time I'd ever touched another guy's equipment -- and I learned something immediately. I could tell from how far my fingers wrapped around him, compared to how far they wrap around me when I masturbate, that he wasn't really thicker than I am; not quite as thick, in fact. Apparently, a cock looks quite a bit thicker when it isn't yours -- or maybe it's just that I had a closer look at his than I can get at my own. As to how it felt, I can only describe it as strange yet familiar; the sensation in my hand was pretty much what I feel when I grab my own pole, but I wasn't getting matching sensations on my cock. That made me realize that Melissa had let go at some point and I hadn't noticed. I wondered fleetingly where her hand was now, but then she started caressing my back with it.

I gave Dan a couple of strokes, but after a bit Melissa stopped me, putting her other hand on mine. "Don't use your hands too much," she said.

I let him go; his now hard cock didn't move much. I licked my lips, feeling one last iota of hesitation. Then I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out a little, and traced from the base of his shaft to the tip, just as Melissa had done to me a few minutes before. Oddly, this brought a little relief, too; I'm not sure what I expected, but it tasted like skin -- just like licking a woman's breast or neck. A mild salty taste, mostly smooth on the tongue with a couple of rounded bumps from veins, the same resilience as licking a woman's flat stomach.

And then, partly to get the beginning over with and partly heeding Melissa's instructions to do what I like done to me, I raised myself up a little more, bent my head, opened my mouth a little ... and moved downward, feeling the head of his cock against my lips. I kept moving downward, feeling his stiffness open my mouth further and trying to keep my teeth off of him, then feeling his rod swelling inside my mouth, pressing down on my tongue and up on the roof of my mouth at the same time. Nobody made a sound, but I could still see Melissa's face out of the corner of my eye, and I saw her breathe in sharply and bite her lower lip.

Still I kept moving downward, remembering and trying to imitate the way my wife used to move her tongue on the underside of my shaft as she took me in. Soon I felt the head of his cock in the back of my mouth, and I began backing off as slowly as I had gone down. I tried to keep my tongue moving, and I added a little suction; that prompted Dan to say, "Oh god, Emma, that feels good."

I knew he was joking, getting back to his earlier comment about closing his eyes and pretending it was Emma Watson, but I didn't really like it and I pulled off. Before I could think about how to reply, though, Melissa spoke up.

"OK, funny man, you've made your little joke -- but no more of that. I really like watching what he's doing to you, and you like it too. Show some respect."

"Sorry, babe," he said, then to me, "No offense, dude."

"OK," I said, but I wasn't convinced. If that was how he was going to see me from now on, I wanted out.

Melissa wasn't done, though. "I mean it, Dan. If he does something you like, I want to hear you say so, but if you have to pretend it's a girl to enjoy it, keep that to yourself." Then she looked at me, rolled her eyes, mouthed the word "sorry", and said out loud, "Please don't let one stupid comment ruin this. It's even hotter than I imagined. Would you keep going? Please?"

"Dude, it was just a joke. I'm sorry," Dan said. After a few seconds he said, "Look, I guess I'm a little nervous about all this. I mean, I know it's ... more of a first for you, but it's my first time too ... getting head from a guy, I mean ... and I'm not sure what to say without sounding ..." He trailed off without finishing.

A few more seconds ticked by as I looked at Melissa's beautiful, almost pleading face, and thought about it. Then I looked up at Dan and laughed. "Lucky for you I'm not a girl, or you might've hurt my feelings," I said. That earned me a slap on the ass from Melissa, but she laughed too and the tension was broken.

I turned back to his crotch and saw that his cock had softened considerably. I remembered a few times when my wife had surprised me, and thought I'd try what she had done. I quickly took his whole cock in my mouth, which wasn't difficult in his current state; I felt my nose buried in his pubic hair, and I could feel his sack against my chin. I heard both of them moan, and I stayed that way, not moving my head, but moving my tongue on the underside of his shaft as he stiffened in my mouth. Soon I felt a hand on the back of my head; Dan's hands were both beside him on the couch, so I knew it was Melissa's. It wasn't pressing hard, but enough to let me know that she wanted me to stay there for a bit; she confirmed this by saying, slowly and barely audibly, "Oh. My. Gaaaaahhhhhdd."

Soon I felt the head of his cock pressing near the back of my mouth. I was sure I was going to gag; I tried to relax as much as I could, and I started a swallowing motion. I didn't know it at the time, but it turns out that starting to swallow can suppress the gag reflex; I didn't gag, and the swallowing motion drew him a little further into my throat. He was still getting stiffer, longer and thicker, and I didn't know how much longer I could stay there. I tried to keep my tongue active, and soon I could tell that he wasn't growing anymore. A distant part of my brain realized that my mouth is probably only about 4 inches from lips to throat, meaning the tip of his cock must be 3 1/2 or 4 inches down my throat. 

Maybe because that seemed kind of impossible to me, or maybe because I was starting to have a little trouble breathing, I started to pull up. I'd intended to do it slowly, but I hadn't gotten very far when I did gag, hard; I pulled off suddenly, coughing and sputtering and wiping at my eyes. 

"Sorry," I choked out.

"It's OK, Steve," Melissa said, caressing my back. "Take it easy, you're OK." A few seconds later, she offered me a Kleenex, which I took; I wiped my eyes a little more, blew my nose a bit, and said again, "Sorry 'bout that."

She wriggled around a little, then took my hand and guided it up one thigh. "Can you feel how much I like what you're doing?" she said.

I could. One thigh, up very high, was wet from where her juice had dripped, and as she continued to guide my hand I felt her drenched lips. She pulled my hand away, quickly bent over and took two of my fingers in her mouth and licked her juice off them. Then she sat up again and looked at me.

"Can you do some more?" Again, that almost begging look, and she was not to be denied.

I flicked my tongue across his balls, then sucked one into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. Pushing it out, I did the same with the other one. Then I used my hands to push his balls up and out, exposing the true base of his shaft; I made sure the skin across it was taut, and I licked softly and slowly all the way up to the tip. This got another "Oh my god that feels good" from Dan, without the snide "Emma" this time, so I did it again, slower, and he moaned low and long.

This time when I got to the tip I stayed there, flicking the tip of my tongue on his frenulum, then pressing my whole tongue down on the underside of his shaft, pinning his cock against his stomach. Then I took the head in my mouth again and started down; I took about half his length in, just to the point I knew I could do it without gagging, and wrapped one hand around his cock with my thumb and index finger touching my lips. Then I gave him some faster up and down strokes, going only as far down as my finger each time and trying to keep my tongue moving. As soon as I started bobbing up and down, Melissa said, "Oh, fuck. Oh my god."

I don't know how long I did that, two minutes, maybe three. Then I felt a hand on the back of my head again. I opened my eyes, which I realized had been closed for a while, and could see that this time it was Dan's hand. I knew what he wanted, because it's what I would've wanted if I'd been in his place, so I took my hand off his cock on an upstroke, and then started back down, slower.

Having learned from the last time, I started to swallow as soon as I felt myself about to gag. I got another couple of inches in, but couldn't get the whole thing. I raised up slowly, flattening my tongue against the bottom of my mouth to see if I could avoid gagging on the upstroke; it worked, and I was able to continue pulling off of him slowly and resume licking him once he wasn't so far back. Then I started down again.

This time I started the swallowing motion a little sooner, and kept trying to swallow. Before I knew it, my nose was pressed against his stomach again, and I had his entire length in my mouth and throat. I heard Melissa mutter, "Oh my fucking god that's hot," and still moving my tongue as best I could, I paused there for a moment to examine how it felt; I didn't know whether I would ever do this again, and figured I might as well remember everything I could about it. It felt ... filling. Oddly powerful. And it felt good. Yes, I admit it: I wasn't going to start picking up guys in bars, and probably would never do this again unless a woman as hot and sexy as Melissa asked me to, but it felt good.

I pulled up again, slowly; Dan took his hand off my head. Realizing I had avoided gagging again, I worried briefly about the fact that I seemed to be getting good at this. But when I got to the top I glanced at Melissa, and the look of rapture on her face combined with the growing realization that I was enjoying it made me start down again.

"If you do that again right now you're gonna make me cum," Dan said. And then Melissa's hand was on the back of my head again, with a little more pressure than before. 

She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Do it, baby. Make him come for me, baby. Do it now. Make him come in your mouth."

I was about half-way down when I felt him twitch. At about the same time, I felt Melissa's other hand grab my cock and start stroking. Without thinking about it, I gave myself to the experience, and I just kept moving down, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat, remembering to swallow at the right moment to avoid gagging. I was almost all the way down again when I felt the first pulse of his urethra.

I could feel that pulse travel from the tip of my tongue to the back, and then I felt a jet of warmth in my throat. It felt a little like the warmth you get from your first sip of a good scotch, but more concentrated, not spreading through my body the way the glow from a stiff drink does, and it sort of clung there like syrup or honey does. Then the second pulse, stronger and longer than the first; I could feel the swelling of his urethra near the tip before it had ebbed at the base, and could still feel it as the second jet of cum hit the back of my throat.

I started to pull up slowly but Melissa pushed down a little harder on the back of my head, and I stayed there as the third and fourth spurts erupted in my throat, then a smaller, weaker fifth one. The tension in Dan's abs relaxed and he sank back into the seat, the first real sense I'd had that he was pressing up into my mouth. His movement pulled him a little way out, and I quickly flattened my tongue and backed about half way off. I swallowed once hard, which got another throb from Dan's softening cock; then I slowly backed off, keeping my tongue moving on the underside of his shaft.

When I was all the way off, I swallowed hard again. I didn't have a choice about the swallowing; I couldn't have spit his cum out if I'd wanted to, because he was so deep in my throat when he came. I hadn't actually tasted anything except a vague saltiness. Then Melissa grabbed Dan's cock, hard, and milked another big drop of cum that hung on the tip, then began to drip slowly downward. She whispered in my ear, "Please?" I knew what she wanted, and I did it: I opened my mouth, put my tongue out, and let that drop fall onto my tongue. I even licked the tip of his cock to be sure I got it all for her.

This time, of course, I did taste it. It didn't really taste like much; it was salty, but that's about it. The texture was unpleasant on my tongue, though, so I was about to swallow it as quickly as I could when Melissa grabbed my face with both hands, turned my head toward her, and kissed me hard and hungrily. I gave her the drop of cum; we passed it back and forth and smeared it around each other's tongues, and as it spread around our mouths and mixed with our saliva it became less and less unpleasant. When she finally broke the kiss, we both swallowed some.

Then quickly, roughly, she shoved Dan's legs out of the way and pushed me down so I was on my back on the floor. As this goddess was straddling me and moving up toward my face, she said, "Damn I'm glad you asked for this!"

I barely had enough time for a good close-up look at her beautiful, glistening pussy before she pressed it onto my mouth. I usually start cunnilingus gently and teasingly, but there was nothing gentle or teasing about this; she was driving for an orgasm and wanted it now. I thrust out my tongue and licked and lapped at whatever I could reach, now her clit, now her slit, now her hole, now her clit again as she ground back and forth on my face. Her hands grabbed my hair, I grabbed her hips and held on tightly to keep my face buried in her sweet pussy, and she screamed and bucked through a powerful orgasm.

As she came down from the peak, her thrusts slowed, then stopped, but she still pressed firmly down on my mouth. I kept my tongue and lips moving, licking, probing, tasting her. After a while she moved to raise up, but I held onto her hips and said a muffled, "Stay here." She did; I released her hips, and still she stayed. Now I could enjoy myself -- not that her first fast orgasm hadn't been fun for me, but now I could take my time at one of my favorite things in the world.

I licked the insides of her thighs, the space between her pussy and ass, the bottoms of her ass cheeks, up and down beside her pussy, then tongued her clit gently, eliciting a delightful twitch and gasp. Meanwhile my hands roamed her sides, back, butt, stomach, and finally I cupped those beautiful round breasts in my hands, grazed my thumbs gently over the erect nipples, then returned to caressing every part of her body I could reach. I kept up with my hands and my mouth for a blissful but indefinite period until some soft sucking of her clit started her rocking gently again. 

Then I concentrated my hands on her breasts and my tongue on her clit, flicking her nipples and her nub at the same pace and the same time. She pressed her pussy down hard again as she came and held it there for a long time, shuddering more than bucking this time.

I gave her breasts another gentle squeeze, then ran my hands down her sides and thighs as she slid down my body. She bent over and kissed me, licked her juice off my chin, and kissed me again; then she looked at me with dancing eyes and said, "Your turn!" 

She kissed her way down my neck, chest and stomach, then detoured around my erect cock, kissing my abdomen just beside it, then moving further down. Somewhere along the way, Dan handed me a pillow, which I stuffed behind my head so I could watch her comfortably. She kissed and licked just beside my sack, then down under it and up the other side. Then she used two fingers to point my cock down between my legs and licked the part of my abdomen it had been twitching above. When she got to the base of my shaft, she kept going, licking and kissing the top side all the way to the tip, then raising it up and doing the same to the underside from the tip down past my balls and almost to my ass. She worked her way back up to the tip and then suddenly, wonderfully, took my entire length in her mouth.

Then she used pressure from her tongue and alternating suction to make it feel for all the world as though she were stroking up and down, even though her head wasn't moving. My balls ached from the long buildup, and I was more turned on mentally than I'd ever been before; it took only a minute or two before I said, "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum."

She didn't move at all, just kept doing exactly what she had been doing with her tongue, and I exploded, pumping jet after jet of my hot cum down her throat. When my throbbing subsided, she started slowly and luxuriously bobbing up and down on my cock -- deep strokes taking all of me again, then short strokes not much past the head, mixing up the length but keeping a wonderful, slow, steady pace. I've always thought this is the best way to get oral sex, when it continues after I've already come; I can relax and really concentrate on the feeling without worrying about making it last.

Melissa took a break after a while to lick and suck my balls, and having noticed earlier how much I liked it, she spent some more time on the space between my balls and tantalizingly close to my ass. Then she corn-cobbed me again, first one side and then the other, swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and then resumed the delightful slow stroking.

Just then, Dan spoke up; I'd almost forgotten about him lying on the couch above us. "Dude, do you mind if I fuck my wife while she does that?"

"Not at all," I said.

Melissa was stretched out on me and the floor. One breast was pressed against my left thigh, and her hips were twisted to allow her right leg to drape over my left one; I could feel her moist pussy against my calf. But now, without taking her mouth off of me, she got her elbows and knees under her, lifting her hips into the air. Meanwhile, Dan got off the couch, climbed over us and went around behind her.




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Melissa looked right into my eyes and raised her mouth off of me; then she went back down on me at the same pace as Dan plunged into her, never taking her eyes off me. She went back up as he moved out, back down as he moved in, for three or four strokes; then she stayed all the way down on me, grunted with increasing urgency around my throbbing cock with each of his thrusts, and came again. 

Dan picked up his pace, and the force of his thrusts moved Melissa's mouth on my cock. Dan grabbed her hips so he could really pound her; I reached down and fondled her breasts, and she worked one arm around so she could play with my balls. I saw sweat break out on Dan's forehead and run in rivulets down his chest, and a sheen of perspiration appeared on Melissa's back as well. I could feel my second orgasm building and wondered who would come first.

It was Dan; he slammed into Melissa and stayed there, and I could see his hips buck and feel the movement translated through her body to her mouth and my cock. She pulled her mouth off me and buried her face beside my crotch to scream as she came again, and then she had me in mouth again and there was nothing slow about it. She plunged down, rose up, and plunged again and again, sucking hard and pressing my cock firmly with her tongue.

"Yeah," I said. "Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Fuck. Yeah. Fu-uh-uh-uh-uck!" I said as I filled her mouth with another load. She swallowed all of it again, milked another glob out of me, licked that up and swallowed it too. Then she collapsed on top of me and Dan collapsed on top of her.

A few minutes went by while we all caught our breath. Then she looked up at me and said, "You didn't ask me to stop."

I chuckled exhaustedly and said, "Oh, you can stop."

"Oh good," she said. "I'm wiped!"

Reaching up to the couch, I grabbed two more pillows and laid them next to mine. "You should come on up here and relax," I said.

They did, Melissa sliding wonderfully up my body, and we all lay on our backs with Melissa in the middle, enjoying the afterglow of a romp that had been amazing for all of us. Eventually, she rolled on her side facing me. Caressing my chest and stomach, she said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said.

"How was it? Going down on Dan, I mean."

I wasn't ready to admit that I had liked it, but found a way to tell the truth without going that far. "Well, I'm not going to change teams or anything, but under the circumstances it wasn't too bad."

"Would you ... would you do it again sometime if I asked you to?"

"I think we've pretty well established that I'll do just about anything you want if you'll treat me the way you did tonight," I replied.

"So that's a yes?"

"Yeah, that's a yes. In fact, maybe we should do him together next time."

"Oh, he'd have to do something pretty amazing to deserve that," she said, glancing over at Dan and grinning.

"Like what?" he said.

"I'll think of something," said Melissa. I could see the wheels turning in her head, and I hoped whatever she thought of involved me.



Pool Boy



My husband Eric and I have a fairly open marriage. We've both had a few regular lovers since we've been married, but we've always been open with each other about them and if one of us has a problem with someone the other person is sleeping with we end it. We are married after all and our love for each other means more than the pleasure that anyone else can provide.

A year ago I'd given up having a lover on the side so that Eric and I could have a baby with no doubt that Eric was the father. Having sex with another man was fine, but I could never stand to have anyone else's child.

Anyway, I'm 7 months along now and I still hadn't taken a new lover on the side. There didn't seem to be a reason not to. I had the urge, and I even had someone in mind so one morning during breakfast I talked about it with Eric.

"You look pretty excited; what have you got planned for today?" Eric asked.

"I was thinking about fucking the pool boy." I said.

"Oh yeah, were you just going to ask him or did you have something else in mind?" Eric asked.

"Oh I have something planned. I figure I'll do a little nude sunbathing." I said.

"Really? That's hot. How do you know he won't get embarrassed when he sees you and just leave?" Eric asked.

"I've been out there several times when he's been here. Never nude of course, but he always says hi. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep. He buys it and usually comes up close for a real good look when he thinks I'm asleep. I've been doing it more and more lately and he's been showing more and more interest and coming closer and closer each time. I figure if I'm out there naked he'll be even more interested." I said.

"And once he's looking at you how will you seal the deal?" Eric asked.

"I'll pretend to wake up and catch him looking at me. I'm sure he'll be all startled and apologetic. That's when I'll say that I don't mind, that it makes me feel good to have a man want to look at me when I'm like this. I'll tell him that you haven't wanted to look at me or touch me since I got pregnant. Then I'll ask him for his help." I said.

"What kind of help?" Eric asked.

"A woman that's 7 months pregnant doesn't quite bend as well as normal. She can't exactly reach everything with the tanning lotion. I'm sure he'll be all too eager to help me keep from getting a sunburn." I said.

"In some sensitive places?" Eric asked.

"You guessed it. Once I've got him touching me he's mine." I said.

"Well, it sounds like you've got a full day ahead of you. Have fun." Eric said.

He kissed me and headed for the door.

"Believe me sweetie, if things work out I will." I said.

Kyle, the young man that cleans our pool, arrives every Wednesday at 11:00 in the morning. From talking to him when I haven't been 'sleeping' I know that ours is the last pool that he cleans on Wednesdays and he enjoys his afternoon off.

At 10:30 I went out back, put a towel down on the lounge chair, set my tanning lotion by the chair and walked inside. I stripped completely naked, grabbed my bikini and without even bothering to put it on, put on my sunglasses, then I walked out back, put my bikini on the cement by the chair in a heap, put some of the lotion on in areas that I could reach, then I lay back and pretended to be asleep.

It was so exciting lying there waiting for Kyle to arrive. I knew he'd arrived because I recognized the squeak of the brakes on his truck. I had dark sunglasses on, but I closed my eyes anyway to look as asleep as possible.

I heard the gate open and the rustle of Kyle's pool cleaning gear.

"Oh hi Mrs...Oh shit, I'm so sorry." Kyle said.

He'd obviously noticed that I was naked. I remained silent and motionless showing no sign that I was awake.

"Mrs. Henderson?" Kyle asked.

Again I showed no response. He must have believed that I was asleep because I heard him set his stuff down and start cleaning the pool. I cracked my eyes open just enough to look towards the pool. Kyle was doing his best to clean the pool, but he kept looking at me. It was so exciting that it was all I could do to keep myself from squirming.

He'd never cleaned the pool so fast. When he was done he slowly crept closer and closer to me. My chair was about 10 feet from the pool. Pretty soon he was standing almost at the end of the chair which gave him at least a partial view of my pussy. I couldn't be sure how much because I thought it would be too obvious to be laying there with my legs splayed wide open but I'd tried to separate them as much as possible to give him a good view.

I had butterflies in my stomach and I was wondering how long to wait before 'waking up' but he gave me the perfect opportunity. He moved along the side of the chair so he could get even closer to me. He picked the wrong side though because he was blocking the sun. If he'd come up the other side he wouldn't have cast a shadow on me, but he came up the side towards the sun. When you've been in the sun for a while you can feel when part of your body gets shaded and my pussy went into the shade.

I had my opportunity so I took it. I lifted my arms and stretched like I was just waking up. I heard Kyle fall over backwards as he backed away.

"Oh Kyle, is it after 11:00 already? I must have fallen asleep. Are you okay?" I asked.

I showed concern for him without any mention of my nudity or his closeness to me when I woke up.

"Mrs. Henderson, I'm so sorry." Kyle said.

"Sorry for what? You're sorry for falling down?" I asked.

"No, you're...and you were sleeping...I couldn't help myself...I had to have a closer look." Kyle stammered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

I glanced down towards my bikini and pretended to finally remember that I was naked.

"Oh my. I think I understand. My apologies Kyle, I took my bikini off because my nipples are getting pretty sensitive the farther along I get and I'm afraid I've finally gotten too big for the bottoms. Why on Earth would you want to get a closer look at me like this?" I asked.

I tried to sound ashamed of how my body looked.

"Mrs. Henderson..."Kyle said.

"Kyle please, you've been cleaning our pool for over a year now, and now you've seen me naked, call me Susan." I said.

"Okay...Susan." Kyle said.

"Now you were going to say something..." I said.

"Yes...you're a very sexy woman." Kyle said.

"Maybe I was, but over the last few months I haven't felt very sexy." I said.

"Oh but you are. I'm ashamed of myself but I've been staring at you while you've been sleeping out here when I'm cleaning your pool for several months. Today, well, with you completely naked I couldn't help wanting a closer look." Kyle said.

"If you wanted a closer look why are you facing away from me now?" I asked.

"You were asleep then, it was wrong, but I never thought you'd know. Now you're awake." Kyle said.

"Yes I am awake. Are you saying that I'm okay for you to look at when I'm asleep but not when I'm awake?" I asked.

"No, it's not that. I shouldn't have done it before, now it's completely inappropriate." Kyle said.

"Do you want to look at me?" I asked.

"What?" Kyle asked nervously.

"If I were still sleeping would you still be looking at me?" I asked.

"Probably." Kyle said.

"Did you like looking at me this way?" I asked.

"Yes." Kyle admitted sheepishly.

"Did you think I looked sexy?" I asked.

"Yes." Kyle said.

"Well then turn around, if you think I look sexy like this then I don't mind you looking at me...if you want to." I said.

"Really?" Kyle asked, peaking over his shoulder.

"Yes. My husband hasn't told me I look sexy or wanted to look at me naked since I started showing. It feels pretty good to have someone say that I look sexy and want to see me naked. If you really mean it that you think I look sexy and you want to see me naked like this then I'd welcome you looking at me naked." I said.

"You would?" Kyle asked.

He was turning slowly towards me.

"Yes. I may be pregnant Kyle, but I want and need to feel sexy and believe that a man finds me sexy just like any other woman. My husband hasn't done that in a long time. If you feel that way I'd welcome the attention even if it's for 10 minutes. Those 10 minutes would mean the world to me right now. Am I sexy enough for 10 minutes Kyle?" I asked.

"You're sexy enough for much longer than that." Kyle said.

I giggled happily, things were going so perfectly.

"Then come on over here and get a real good look." I said.

Kyle looked around nervously.

"Is this one of those deals where your husband is going to come out of hiding right about now and kill me?" Kyle asked.

"No way. He's at work. If he knew I was naked right now he wouldn't want to be where he might even accidentally see me. It's just you and me. So if you want to look at me come have a look, it would make me feel sexy again." I said.

"You are really sexy Susan, you are. If your husband doesn't find you sexy right now then he's a fool." Kyle said.

He pulled one of the other chairs over close even with my knees at a bit of an angle and he sat on the edge just looking at me. He looked me up and down several times, but his eyes kept going back to my pussy.

"Would you like me to open my legs a bit so you can see my pussy better? Would you find me sexier like that?" I asked.

Kyle looked up at me like he was a 6 year old and I was offering him an unlimited shopping spree in a candy store. He didn't say a word, but I took his expression as a pleading yes.

I swung my left leg, the one closest to Kyle, off of the chair and put my foot down on the ground. I couldn't see it over my baby belly, but with my completely shaved pussy and aroused state I'm sure I was giving Kyle quite a view. His reaction confirmed it. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he stared directly at my fully exposed pussy.

I decided to tease him a little as well as get his hands on me a little bit.

"If I'm going to sit here like this with my legs spread being sexy for you I don't want to get a sunburn so I'd better put some of that lotion on. Would you be a dear and get that for me?" I asked. 

Leaning down brought Kyle's face down closer to my pussy. His eyes never left my pussy the whole time. He actually had to feel around for the bottle. He lifted it up and handed it to me. I squirted an excessive amount onto my belly.

"Do you think you could help me out?" I asked.

Kyle looked up at me with an excited but unsure expression.

"Could you do my legs for me? I don't bend that well with this big belly, I couldn't reach them earlier and I don't want to get burned. I would be really grateful if you'd help me out." I said.

"Uh...sure." Kyle said.

"Thanks." I said.

I lifted my left foot up and found that I could get my heel down on the chair Kyle was sitting on leaving him between my legs; exactly where I wanted him. Kyle squirted some of the lotion on my left leg and began rubbing it in as I used both hands to massage the lotion into my belly, working lower and lower until I got down to my pussy. 

I made a big show of holding my extended labia to the side as I put lotion up all the way to the edge, then all the way to the other side, then I carefully applied it to my pussy itself. It felt good to have Kyle's hands on me and I wanted more, but I wasn't sure how fast to proceed. 

After he'd finished lotioning both of my legs we sat there with him gaping at my pussy for a while. I don't know if it was the heat of the sun, the heat of his stare, or the heat of my excitement but I was on fire.

"Not that I mind Kyle, I'm feeling really sexy with you looking at me like this, but you seem to be staring at my pussy. Are you not a breast man?" I asked.

I started rubbing my breasts with a little more of the lotion. Kyle's eyes moved up to my breasts.

"Oh I'm a breast man, I'm definitely a breast man, but I want to commit every detail of your gorgeous pussy to memory since this is the only time I'll ever see it." Kyle said.

"Are you quitting your job cleaning pools?" I asked.

"What? No, I'm not quitting." Kyle said.

"Then why would you think this is the only time you'll see my pussy? I've got two more months to go until the baby comes and I'll only be getting bigger and bigger and less and less attractive to my husband. I'll need to feel sexy like this even more every week than I do now. I was hoping that since you're making me feel sexy now you'd help me feel sexy until the baby comes. Unless you don't want to of course." I said.

"You mean you want me to look at you naked every Wednesday until you have the baby?" Kyle asked hopefully.

"Like I said I feel sexy with you looking at me now, and I'll need to feel sexy even more in the weeks to come. If you're willing to help me feel sexy every week until the baby comes I'd really appreciate it, and it seems that you're enjoying yourself." I said.

I pointed to the bulge in his jeans.

"Uh...yeah...sorry about that." Kyle said.

"Don't be sorry, it makes me feel even sexier to know that I can give you an erection. I thank you for getting an erection from looking at me." I said.

That kind of embarrassed Kyle so we didn't say much for a while. Finally I decided it was time to take things a little further.

"Do you mind if I flip over? I don't want to get tanned on just one side." I said.

"I don't...can you flip over with the belly and everything?" Kyle asked.

"Well I can't lie down, but I have found a position that I can tan in pretty comfortably. You seem to enjoy looking at my pussy most of all, you could still have a really good view of it." I said.

"Uh...okay then." Kyle said.

I rolled over on the chair so I was on my knees, leaning forward so I was resting on my elbows. I made sure to spread my legs as far apart as I could to give him the best view that I could with my ass stuck up in the air.

"As you can imagine it's almost impossible to put lotion on my back from this position so would you be a dear and do my back, the back so my legs, and my butt for me?" I asked.

"Uh...sure." Kyle said.

He stood up and leaned over me as he squirted the lotion onto my back and then he worked it in with his hands. From there he moved down to my legs. He worked his way from the bottom of my feet up my calves to my knees then worked his way up towards my ass.

The closer he got to my ass the closer his face got to my pussy. He took an especially long time working the lotion into my ass. He became more and more daring getting his hands closer and closer to my pussy as he worked the lotion in. Just like I was hoping. Finally he was done and I heard his chair move so he could get a better angle to start at my pussy and my asshole.

"Susan, are you sure it's okay for me to be looking at you from this angle? I mean when you were on your back and we could look each other in the face while we talked was one thing, are you sure this is okay?" Kyle asked.

"You didn't spend much time looking me in the face Kyle, you spent most of the time staring at my pussy anyway, and I loved it. We can still talk when I'm like this." I said.

"Well as long as you're okay with this." Kyle said.

"I'm okay with it Kyle. In fact, as long as you don't block too much of the sun, you can get closer if you want." I said.

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"Sure, it felt really sexy when you had your head right down close to make sure you were getting good coverage with the lotion." I said.

I could feel Kyle shift closer to me. I couldn't help smiling, it seemed that he was on the hook now; all I had to do was reel him in.

"I'm really surprised that you even wanted to look at me like this in the first place. I'd have figured a cute guy like you would have his choice of girls just begging you to look at them." I said.

"I wish that were true, but I haven't had a girlfriend in over a year." Kyle said.

"How is that possible? Girls should just be throwing themselves at you." I said.

"Well they aren't." Kyle said.

"Wait...if you haven't had a girlfriend in over a year does that mean you haven't had sex in over a year too?" I asked.

"Yeah." Kyle said.

"You poor thing. I thought I had it bad. When we found out I was pregnant 5 1/2 months ago my husband stopped having sex with me, but it's been over a year for you. I can't imagine that." I said.

"He hasn't had sex with you either? No offense Susan but your husband has to be a real idiot. If he doesn't think you're sexy like this AND he hasn't had sex with you in over 5 months he might be the dumbest man alive." Kyle said.

"Oh God, it's so sexy to hear you say that. It's been so long since I've had a cock inside me. You've made me feel so sexy that I just can't help myself." I said.

I moved my right hand back between my legs and started rubbing my pussy. I used to fingers to spread myself open. I know Kyle was watching because of his reaction.

"Oh my God." Kyle said.

"Kyle, you've made me feel so sexy, you've helped me so much. Maybe we can help each other with another problem. From what I saw in your pants you're as turned on as I am. Would you fuck me Kyle? Please fuck me Kyle. I need it bad and it sounds like you do too." I said.

"Susan....? What about your husband?" Kyle asked.

"What about him? He hasn't touched me in over 5 months. That's too long Kyle. I need it. You've made me feel way sexier in the past few hours than he has in months; I want to thank you for that for helping you with your problem. Fuck me Kyle. Fuck me please." I begged.

"Are you sure?" Kyle asked.

"It's not like you're going to get me pregnant Kyle. We both need it. I would have to doubt how sexy you find me if you would stare at me for hours but pass on the chance to fuck me." I said.

Kyle was silent for a moment.

"Should we do it out here or should we go inside?" Kyle asked.

"Do me right here Kyle. I'm ready and I'm begging for it. Give me your cock Kyle. I need to get fucked bad. I need you to fuck me bad Kyle." I said.

I could feel Kyle moving around behind me and I heard him unzip and pull down his pants. I felt him move up behind me on the chair and I felt his cock at the opening to my pussy.

"Are you sure about this?" Kyle asked.

"Yes damn it! Fuck me." I begged.

"Try not to be too loud okay? I don't think either of us wants someone to come investigating a noise." Kyle said.

"I'll keep as quiet as possible, now please fuck me." I said.

Kyle slid his cock into me. I was so turned on that there was no problem with him sliding in because my pussy was just dripping. I had not yet seen his cock, but I could tell it was of respectable size at least. God it felt good.

Kyle fucked me good and hard. He pushed into me hard and pumped his cum into me after just a few minutes, but to my great surprise he didn't pull out like a lot of young men would. After he'd finished cumming he went back to fucking me.

"Oh God...it feels...so good. Fuck me...yes...fuck me...so good...yes." I panted.

"Damn Susan...your pussy is so hot...and tight...he must not have touched you in a while." Kyle said.

"Do I feel good?" I asked.

"God yes." Kyle grunted.

"Am I sexy?" I asked.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Kyle said.

"Then show me how sexy I am. Fuck me hard and make me cum. I haven't had an orgasm in months Kyle; I need to cum so bad. Fuck me good...make me cum." I said.

Boy did Kyle ever deliver. About 5 minutes after he'd cum I had an orgasm. Five minutes later I had another. Five minutes after that I had a third as Kyle pumped his cum into me for the second time. He needed to rest so he pulled out and sat on the other chair. I rolled over and sat up on my chair. We looked at each other and smiled.

"My God Kyle, that was amazing." I said.

I looked at his cock for the first time. It was in the 6-7 inch range, not huge, but very respectable.




Pool Boy



"I hope you didn't mind me not stopping after I came the first time." Kyle said.

"Are you kidding? I'd have been disappointed if you had. You had me so close to orgasm if you'd stopped it would have been a real let down. Could I suck your dick? See if we can wake him back up so you can fuck me some more?" I asked.

Kyle looked at me like a kid on Christmas morning and leaned back on his chair. I moved to my knees and took his cock into my mouth hungrily. I'd have gladly sucked him off in my mouth, but I needed fucked more so once he was good and hard I moved back onto my chair, lay on my back, spread my legs wide, and motioned for Kyle to mount me.

"I want to see your face as you fuck me so I can see how sexy I am in your eyes." I said.

Kyle moved up over me and slid his cock into me. He started at a much slower pace this time. He remained leaning away from me, which frustrated me.

"Kyle, don't you want to kiss me? Don't you want to suck on my nipples?" I asked.

"Yes...yes of course I do...I just wasn't sure." Kyle said.

"Kyle sweetie, anything you want to do I'll do as long and you fuck me good and hard." I said.

Kyle leaned down carefully over my baby belly and I bent forward to kiss him. We kissed each other hungrily. It was pure lust. He moved his mouth down to my breasts and sucked my nipples as he continued to fuck my pussy.

"Oh God Kyle...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming." I said.

There was a smile on Kyle's face as I had another orgasm.

"God thank you...Kyle...you make me cum so hard." I said.

"You're welcome." Kyle said.

"Do it again...make me cum...over and over. Fuck me hard...make me cum...shoot your cum into me." I begged.

Kyle responded well to my urging. I had two more orgasms then he pumped his cum into me a third time. Again he kept going. I had two more orgasms within two minutes.

"You're a horny little slut aren't you?" Kyle asked.

"Please don't call me a slut." I said.

"Okay you're not a slut. You're a horny thing though aren't you." Kyle said.

"Yes...God yes..." I said.

"And you want me to show you how sexy you are by fucking you every Wednesday until the baby comes don't you?" Kyle asked.

"Yes...God yes...you're fucking me so good...it feels so good." I said.

"But what about after?" Kyle asked.

"After what?" I asked.

"After the baby comes. Am I gonna get to fuck you after the baby comes?" Kyle asked.

"I don't know. After the baby comes my husband will..." I said.

"He'll what? Start fucking you again? So what? A woman as horny as you seems like she could handle two lovers." Kyle said.

"Kyle...I don't know." I said.

"Well then...if this is just gonna be for the next two months I'm not sure I want to do this anymore." Kyle said.

He stopped fucking me and was about to pull out of me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him inside me.

"Okay. We can keep fucking after the baby comes, but only on Wednesdays when you come to clean the pool and nobody ever finds out." I said.

"That works for me. If fucking you while you're pregnant is this good I can't wait to fuck you when you've got your perfect body back." Kyle said.

He started back to fucking me. I had two more orgasms including one while he pumped me full of cum for the 4th time.

To my surprise and elation he didn't stop after cumming in me for the fourth time. He just started back to fucking me. God his stamina was amazing. He seemed to be getting stronger and stronger as he went.

"Yes...yes...so good...fuck me...yes...so good...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...oh GOD...yes...yes...fuck me." I said.

"Damn Susan you're amazing. I'm giving you all I've got and you're begging for more." Kyle said.

"It's been...so long...it feels...so good...fuck me...fuck me...please God fuck me." I said.

From the look in his eyes and the way his breathing was becoming more labored that he was just about spent. 

"Come on baby...fill me up...give me your cum...one more time...I need it...give it to me...I need to feel it inside me." I said.

That was all the inspiration he needed and Kyle grunted hard as he pumped his cum into me for the 5th time. I knew he was probably spent when he fell forward onto me and gasped for breath.

"Kyle sweetie, could you get off of my baby." I said.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?" Kyle asked.

"No, but I don't want to risk that you might." I said.

He got off of me, moved onto his chair and flopped onto his back.

"You look just about spent." I said.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to walk to my truck." Kyle said.

"So I guess I can't get you to fuck me one more time then?" I asked.

"My cock is willing, but my body just isn't able to answer the bell for another round." Kyle said.

"Well then I guess I'll have to do the work this time." I said.

"What?" Kyle asked.

I didn't answer; I just stood up off of my chair, threw my right leg over his body and lowered myself onto his cock. I didn't want to shake the baby too much so I went nice and slow and built both of us to one last orgasm. I reached mine right before Kyle did, but he grunted and I got a 6th injection of his cum into my pussy.

I sat there on top of him for a minute. Kyle looked at his watch.

"Oh shit, it's 4:00. We've been here for 5 hours. I should get out of here before your husband or neighbors start coming home from work." Kyle said.

"I suppose so. Same time next week?" I asked.

"Yes. Hell yes. This was incredible." Kyle said.

I got up off of him, he quickly got dressed, I kissed him and he grabbed his pool cleaning stuff, jumped in his truck, and took off. I cleaned up the mess we'd made, walked inside, got up on the island in our kitchen facing the door from the garage and waited.

At 4:30 the door opened.

"Well, I guess I don't have to ask what's for dinner do I? I take it things went well." Eric said.

"Better than expected. He filled me with cum 6 times and he wants to fuck me every Wednesday, even after I have the baby." I said.

"Well, that's great news. It sounds like you really enjoyed him." Eric said.

"I love a man with years of experience, but the enthusiasm of youth is great too and he was VERY enthusiastic." I said.

"I can see that. Your pussy is red and swollen; it looks like he pounded you pretty good." Eric said.

"Oh he did. I totally played it up for him too. I told him you hadn't touched me in months, I kept begging him to fuck me, I told him how good it felt, I was a total slut for him and I loved every minute of it." I said.

"I'll bet you did." Eric said.

"So how was your 'lunch' with Kelly?" I asked.

"Great. That girl has that enthusiasm of youth you were talking about." Eric said.

"Well I'm happy for you. You'd better hurry up and eat dinner before it gets cold." I said.

Eric licked his lips, pulled up one of the bar stools and started slurping Kyle's cum out of me. I hadn't had a lover besides Eric since we'd decided to try to have a baby a year ago so it felt good to have him licking another man's cum from me again. 

With Kyle's stamina and eagerness to fuck me as much as possible I think he'll work out great.



Pool Boy



I laid back against the chaise and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on my bare skin as I peered over the top of my sunglasses at the new pool boy. Pool boy was actually a misnomer since he appeared to be near 40 unlike the college boys that usually came to clean my pool. But still, he was definitely worth watching. I squirmed a little in my seat as I watched him move, broad tan shoulders flexing and stretching as he reached for a stray leaf in the middle of the pool. He was such a nice contrast to the skinny 19 year old blonde surfer kid that I had been watching, and letting watch me, all summer. My eyes drifted across his bare chest glistening with sweat as he turned to drop the net on the patio. He definitely was the most enticing thing I had seen on my patio in months.

I poured warm oil onto my palm and slowly started rubbing it into my long legs never taking my eyes off the handsome man by my pool. He bent to retrieve a sample of water and my eyes went to his tight butt clearly outlined by his shorts. Yes, definitely enticing. This was just the kind of man that I needed to cure my restlessness caused by being left alone all summer. As he moved around the edge of the pool completing the tasks I had hired the pool service to do, my oil covered hands lingered longingly on my thighs. I could feel myself getting excited just watching him. Without thinking I slipped a finger under the elastic in the leg of my swimsuit and absentmindedly started rubbing my clit. My mind wandered to what it would feel like to press my lips to his muscular chest and trace the lines of those muscles with my tongue. I was wet just thinking about getting my hands on him. 

He turned and looked at me, and I quickly rolled onto my stomach and pressed myself against the warm cushions on the chaise. I blushed, wondering if he had noticed that I was playing with myself watching him. The college boy before him had been easy to entice. I had simply started playing with myself while I watched him. At first he had pretended not to notice but after a few weeks of letting him watch me I had gotten bold to the point that he couldn't pretend not to notice. From there it had been easy to get what I wanted from him. But this man was different. The way he carried himself was so confident and sure of himself. I couldn't imagine being nearly as forward with him as I had the other. I sighed heavily and resolved myself to taking care of myself when he left.

A shadow fell over my body as he stood between me and the sun. I turned my head to him and opened my eyes, squinting into the sun. His strong body towered over me, making me want him even more.

"I'm through with your pool," he said. "There really wasn't much to do. If I didn't know better I would swear that someone else was keeping it up," he said with an accusatory smile.

I blushed. Ever since I discovered how much fun pool boys could be, I had made sure they didn't have much work to do.

"I've only been here 15 minutes. I'm on the clock for another 45 minutes. Do you have anything else you need me to take care of?" he asked, flashing me a charming smile.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I thought about the things I would like him to do for me but that didn't seem appropriate to ask for. I paused trying to collect myself enough to think of something else for him to do so he didn't leave. At least he was nice to look at. Beforfe I could answer, he answered for me.

"How about I put some of this oil on your back?" he asked. "You can't reach around here by yourself."

I stretched back out on my stomach and closed my eyes. He lowered himself onto the edge of the chaise and reached for the oil. Gently he untied my swimsuit top and laid the straps to either side out of his way. I moaned softly as he poured the warm coconut scented oil onto the small of my back then softly started making small circles with this big strong hands, moving the oil up my back. First he was gently spreading the oil, then massaging my back as he went. I melted under his touch. This was what I missed, just being touched by a man. Sex was great but being touched was like heaven. I could feel the wet spot on my swimsuit bottoms growing as he moved across my shoulders and then down my arms, touching and rubbing his way down to my fingertips then back up to my shoulders. When he got back to my shoulders he lifted my hair, then I felt his warm breath on my neck. His lips were so soft and warm as he began kissing his way around my neck just below my hairline. I sighed a contented sigh and let him continue touching me.

"Roll over and let me get the other side," he said with mischief in his voice.

Without hesitation I rolled over, leaving my swimsuit top behind. This time I watched him as he ceremoniously lowered the bottle of oil a few inches from my skin and gave it a little squeeze. Oil puddled on my stomach and he smiled. I watched as he spread the fingers of his right hand and lowered them to my bare stomach. His palm making contact with my stomach sent little electrical currents straight to my wet pussy. I resisted the urge to roll my hips towards his hand. Once again, he flashed me a mischievous grin and moved his hands up across my bare stomach, never breaking contact, to my breasts. His strong hands cupped my breasts covering them both, pausing just to hold them, then slowly starting to massage. His fingers found my already hard nipples and gently tugged at them as he lowered his mouth to mine. His lips were so warm and soft and my body went limp as he kissed me for the first time. His lips parted and his tongue probed my welcoming mouth. My back arched and my body raised to him as he kissed me harder and tugged at my hard nipples again.

He broke the kiss and stepped back. My eyes went to the bulge growing in his shorts. I smiled at the promise of what was to come. I reached for his zipper and he kissed me again, forcing my body back onto the chaise as I unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. He stepped out of his shorts then slid my swimsuit bottoms off and tossed them aside. He looked like a bronze greek god standing naked on my patio. I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me. I reached for his hard cock and pulled him to me by it licking my lips. 

Parting my lips I touched my tongue to the head of his hard cock. I licked the drop of precum from the head and smiled up at him. His swollen cock was throbbing in anticipation under my touch. I leaned forward and took just the head of his cock into my warm inviting mouth. Slowly I started swirling my tongue around and around the head. I felt him brace himself against the pleasurable sensations. Running my tongue up and down the shaft, I could feel myself growing even more excited imagining what it was going to feel like to have this inside of me. I liked up and down the shaft, stopping to run my wet tongue over his balls before moving back up to the head. His fingers went to my hair, absentmindedly twisting strands around his hands as he gently guided his hard cock back into my mouth. Then I lowered my mouth onto his hard cock, sliding my lips around it tightly as I went down. I felt the head bump against the back of my throat and suppressed a gag as I pressed harder pressing my nose against his tan muscular stomach. His hands tightened their grip on my hair and he pressed a little harder, not wanting to release me. I pulled back and ran my tongue around the head again before sliding it back down my throat as far as it would go yet again. I heard the little satisfied noises that meant I was making him happy as I continued to lick and suck up and down the shaft of his hard cock over and over.

Finally he pressed me back onto the chaise and spread my legs. His mouth went straight to my wet pussy and as his tongue touched my hard clit little waves of pleasure started rolling through my body. As good as that tongue felt, what I really wanted was to feel his hard cock inside of me. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him onto me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt the smooth head of his cock against my pussy.

"Tell me what you want," he said firmly.

"Fuck me," I begged. "Please put it in."

In one smooth movement he buried his hard cock to the hilt. I gasped and bucked against him as he hit bottom. It had been so long since I had felt a cock this long and hard inside of me and my body responded like a starving man responds to food. I rocked against him as he drove into me over and over. I could feel my orgasm building as I buried my mouth against his chest to muffle my cries of pleasure. 

His hands went to my hair, pulling me hard against the chaise as he fucked me hard. "You like this hard cock, don't you?" He growled as he gave me the fucking of my life. "Tell me you want it."

"Please," I cried out. "Please fuck me harder," I begged, meaning every word of it as I pleaded for him to drive me over the edge. "Give me your cum." I cried out as I came over and over for what seemed like an eternity.

I saw his eyes cloud over as his body stiffened and I knew he was going to cum too. Without warning he pulled out of my wet pussy to shoot streams of hot sticky cum all over my tits. Quickly I slid down under him with my mouth open letting the last bits of the cum hit my face, catching a few precious drops on my tongue.

I licked my lips and slid over onto my side making room for him to drop down on the chaise beside me. I rubbed the sticky cum into my tits, enjoying the feeling, knowing it was his cum from fucking me so hard.

"The boys were right, this is the best job on the route," he said giving me a kiss. And I could tell that I was really going to enjoy the rest of the season with my new pool man. 



Pool Boy



Vanessa opened the gate to the apartment complex pool. The sun was beating down pretty hard, but she didn't mind. After all, she was hoping to be able to get a little bit darker. Although her natural complexion was tan, she had decided that just one shade darker would really elevate her looks to the level of slightly slutty hotness that she wanted. Vanessa had been riding a bit of a cold streak lately. Work had consumed most of her time lately and did not leave much time for a social life, which is part of the reason why she had decided to take a couple of days off from work. She hoped to get out to the bars that night and maybe find some young stud to flirt with and give her the proper fucking that she needed.

Recently turned 30, she realized that work had really gotten in the way of getting her sexual needs filled. She worked hard to be able to be as independent as she was, but turning 30 had made her yearn for the days when she had fewer responsibilities and she had the time and the energy to be sexy and get any man she wanted at any time. She had little time to go out to meet someone, and all the men at work that were her age were either married or pathetic losers, who although were nice guys, she wouldn't have touched with a ten foot pole. She had no problem keeping herself satisfied with her fingers at night, but it had been so long since she was able to feel another man's skin against her body. No tonight was going to be different. It was going to be like old times. She was going to go out, flirt with the hottest guy she could find and then take him back to her apartment, get naked and have hot nasty sex until she and her partner passed out. So she wanted to be sure to send out the vibe that she was on the prowl tonight and little sun always help set that vibe.

She unwrapped the towel draped around her chest and walked to the edge of the pool, where she could see her reflection in the water. She thought to herself, "Well, at least the reason I'm not getting laid is not because of my body." The reflection displayed the results of Vanessa's dedication to working out. She worked out mostly to relieve the stress of her fast paced job, but she was also happy of the added benefit of keeping her body tight and toned. The bright red string bikini that she wore sat snugly against her lithe frame. Her top nicely supported her breasts, but was little enough to show off a good deal of her nice full breasts. Her little bikini bottoms showed off her long firm legs and her full ass. "Nice," she thought to herself, "those little 20 year old sluts have nothing on this hot body." She admired herself for a few seconds more, and then she dove in. She figured that she'd get in a few laps in since she wasn't going to stop off at the gym after work like she usually would. 

After a good swim, she got out of the pool and toweled herself off. She then sat down on the lounge chair and grabbed her suntan lotion. While applying it to her chest, she looked around at her apartment complex. "What a waste," she thought. Her apartment complex consisted mostly of families and older people. There was no one around on this Thursday afternoon to be able to admire the sexy scene of her oiling up her hot little body. She couldn't even get a little eye candy at her apartment complex! She sighed, put in her Ipod earphones, and laid down on the chair. She began to think about how if everything went as planned, she'd be on her hands and knees tonight, two big hands on her rocking hips, with a nice thick cock hammering her pussy home to orgasm. She got flush thinking about it and she noticed her nipples straining against her bikini top as she began to get excited. But by now, the sun was really beating down, relaxing her sore muscles. Eventually, with Prince's "When Doves Cry" echoing in her earphones, she drifted off to sleep.

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With waves crashing over her, Vanessa is lying on her back. The weight of another body on top of her, she can feel his long cock slide in slowly, filling her up. Every inch of her pussy walls contracting around the hard member inside of her, while it pumps in and out of her. The cold chill of the waves provides a nice counterpoint to the absolute fire that she feels emanating from her pussy. She can't see the face of her lover, but she doesn't care, she just cares about the electric waves of pleasure that shoot from her pussy straight to her fingers and toes with each thrust. 

Vanessa then heard the sound of metal clanking against concrete, jarring her awake. She opened her eyes to find a tall man, with his shirt off, emptying the contents of a net onto the pool deck. Her eyes were still bleary from the short nap, but she could make out that his body was glistening with sweat. He stopped banging the net against the concrete and raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow. Vanessa's eyes began to focus and she made out a young handsome man, probably in his early twenties with a swimmer's body. Just then, another Prince song, "Cream" begins playing in her ears..."U got the horn so why don't u blow it/U are fine/Ure filthy cute and baby u know it" and Vanessa mind started to race. The sight of him stretching his muscles sent a wave of pleasure through Vanessa's body. Luckily for her she was wearing sunglasses, so the man could not see her ogling his body. He resumed skimming the pool with the net, further showing off every muscle in his upper body, contracting with each stroke. She then heard the sound that the net makes while being dragged across the surface of the pool, and she realized that it sounded like the waves that were crashing in the erotic dream she was just having. "So that's where that dream came from," she thought to herself.

Vanessa looked around and then saw a white polo shirt draped on one of the chairs on the other side of the pool, where the man is standing. She squinted to better make out the logo on the shirt and sees that it says "Bob's Pool Care". "Ah yes," she thought to herself, "This looks like the new staff member. Vanessa had met Bob a few times and had flirted with him, but he generally seemed uninterested in risking losing the apartment complex as a client by dating one of the tenants. He had mentioned once that his business was doing so well that he would need to hire some help soon.

Vanessa's eyes returned to their original subject, the hot piece of man meat in nothing but khakis and flip flops removing junebugs from her pool. She didn't dare move though in fear of alerting her erotic show, by making any noise, that he was being watched. Instead, she pretended to be asleep under her sunglasses and continued to enjoy the display of young masculinity before her.

As the Prince song shifted to the chorus, she watched him and thought about how nice it would be to just be able to take him into her apartment right now, rip his clothes off and just skip the bar scene altogether. As Prince implores her, "Cream, get on top", she surprised herself with the dirty thoughts she was thinking. She didn't even know this guy's name! So she decided that she would just have to be happy that she could witness the pool boy flex his muscles when he would lift the net out of the water. She definitely knew who she would be thinking about as she masturbated in the shower before going out tonight. She pictured the pool boy roughly grabbing her hips from behind and bending her over in the shower, then grabbing her hair, and shoving his rigid dick all the way inside her dripping wet pussy. Her nipples began to stiffen again as she thought about her face pressed hard against the shower wall, as the warm jets of water assault her clit. She thought about squatting on her shower floor as he grabbed the side of her head and moves it back and forth as he fucks her mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of her throat, where her throat relaxes and takes in the length of his cock without any resistance.

Her fantasies were again interrupted, as the pool boy put away the net on the hook on the pool house next to the pool. He then proceeded to peel off his khakis to reveal a bright red speedo, the same color as her bathing suit. And she silently gasped as the outline of cock was visible against the skin-tight lycra. She hoped that she could find someone as well put together as her new pool boy tonight.

He then jumped in the pool and began swimming. He wasn't doing the freestyle stroke, but a slow deliberate breaststroke. She now could see his whole body moving in rhythm as he made his way across the pool. Her pussy was on fire right now and she wanted so badly to shove a couple of fingers right up her cunt and get off now. She looked around to see if there was anyone there. With no sight of any other person, she wondered if she can sneak a few rubs of her clit without getting caught by anyone. Vanessa then reached down to begin fingering herself, but the pool boy had reached the end of the pool and made his turn, now headed towards the end where she was laying. Sighing in frustration, she moved her hand back to over her head, and she admired the hot body swimming right for her. She figured that it was probably for the best since she would hate to get kicked out of her apartment for public indecency.

Then, the pool boy reached her end of the pool and then headed out to the other side of the pool. Swimming away from Vanessa, her head began to spin with lust and desire. She felt the warmth starting deep in the pit of her stomach, and then slowly spread across her lower body until pussy felt like it was on fire. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it traveled slowly down her body to her crotch. She kept her eyes fixated on the object of her lust until her hand reached her inner thigh. She began to rub against the top of her bikini bottoms but when her fingers get there, she realized that the fabric of her bikini bottom was completely wet! Looking down, she could see that the entire crotch of her bathing suit was covered in a dark spot caused by the juices oozing from her pussy. She took a breath and realized that she the smell of her own excitement was thick. While it caused her to blush, the added sense of smell only added to her feelings of desire. Embarrassed and aroused, she quickly got up from her chaise and headed to the showers on the other side of the pool room, where there were showers for people to rinse off the chlorine after they get out of the pool.

Luckily for Vanessa, the shower section was on the opposite side of the pool house, shielded from view of the pool, but open to the rest of the apartment complex. She had hoped that by rinsing off under the shower, she could get the rest of her suit wet, concealing the fact that her pussy was leaking like a faucet now. At which point, she could grab her things and head back to her apartment and rub herself to an orgasm to the thought of the pool boy's sexy body . But as soon as she turned on the shower, the feel of the warm water splashing on her skin only heightened her arousal. As the drops of water rained down on her, her whole body began to tingle as she finally had some something to feel against her already sensitive skin. She quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. She knew that she really should just go back to her apartment, but she needed relief now. She then leaned up against the wall with one hand and bent over slightly, with her ass sticking out. Facing the wall of the shower, she immediately brought her other hand to the source of her desire, and found that her index and middle finger slid into her waiting pussy without any resistance. She did not waste any time and began to furiously pump her hand, fucking herself as fast as she could. Her thumb reached up to her clit and began massaging around the hood delighting in the pleasure it brought her.

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The pool boy, after finishing his fourth lap, felt that he had gotten in a good enough workout. He felt refreshed enough to head to his next assignment, another apartment complex on the other side of town. When he got out, he looked over to where the hot woman had been sleeping before. He saw that she was gone and was a bit disappointed that he would not be able to sneak another look at her amazing body glistening in the sun. He did see that her sunglasses and her Ipod were still laying on the lounge chair. He thought to himself, "Hmmm, maybe if I take my time putting away my stuff, she'll come back and I can strike up a conversation." He then shook his head as he realized how implausible that that scenario he was dreaming up of a hot single woman appearing out of nowhere wanting to fuck his brains out would play out like that. He dismissed the idea and was thankful that he had had some eye candy to help make cleaning the pool a less tedious task. He had been cleaning pools for about a month now, and while at first he had visions of seeing women in bikinis at every pool, he soon realized that his appointments were scheduled for times when the pool was most likely to be not used. He sighed and headed over to the showers to rinse himself off before putting his uniform back on.

As he approached the showers, he heard what sounded like moaning, but was difficult to hear because of the sound of the shower jets. As he turned the corner to the shower area, he realized that there was someone else in the shower, and he hoped that he wouldn't get in trouble for using the pool. But when he got to the shower, he was shocked at what he saw. There, with her ass jutting out towards him was the hot lady who had been sleeping by the pool. The unmistakable bright red bathing suit outlined her ass nicely, as she was bent over facing away from him. Even thought the water splashing down on her ass slightly obscured his view, it was clear what she was doing. He could hear her moaning clearly now, and he could tell that they were moans of pleasure. The hot lady sleeping by the pool was fingering her pussy.

Without thinking about it, his hands reached into his shorts to find a hardening cock. He looked around to see if anyone else was around. He knew that he would be fired immediately if anyone reported this to his boss, Bob. He knew that he should just leave immediately, but he was transfixed by the sight of this beautiful woman moaning like an animal in heat. He could see the outline of side of her breasts swaying as her body rocked in time to her fingers. His cock was rock hard now, and he needed relief. He looked around one final time, and abandoned any thoughts other than to get himself off. Pulling out his cock, he began stroking it. He figured that he was in a position to see her, but could get out of sight if she stopped or turned around. He figured that the sound of the shower would muffle any noise he would make, and he began pumping his fist around his now throbbing dick.

She looked amazing from his point of view. The bikini bottom had been pulled down slightly to reveal just the top of her crack, the shower jets splashing down on them, slowly pushing them down further. Her arm was moving furiously and her moaning grew louder. Her back arched and her wet hair thrashing about as she leaned the side of her face against the wall of the shower. Her moans became more clipped and he could make out a few words, "Oh God Yes, Oh that feels so good". He didn't want to wait any longer and his own stroking matched the rhythm and speed of the woman in front of him. "Oh baby, that's it, give it me...Oh pool boy, fuck my pussy good!"

He froze. His mind raced and he tried to piece together what she was talking about, and in a few seconds, he realized that she was fantasizing about him while masturbating. Something snapped inside of him. Any misgivings about sticking around had disappeared. There was only one thing that he wanted to do. One thing that he had to do. One thing that existed, the wet pussy in front of him that needed his cock. It was almost like the pussy was calling to him, begging him to do what he knew needed to be done. Hard throbbing seven inch dick in hand, he walked quietly towards the pussy.

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Lost in ecstasy, Vanessa could feel the orgasm building up inside of her. Her mind was filled with visions of the pool boy pounding her pussy, saying dirty things to her, as the complete stranger who she had never seen until an hour before had his way with her pussy. She was on the verge of coming, but then she felt two large hands pull her bikini bottoms down. Momentarily, she was shocked and could not move. Fear overcame her as the red bottoms were pulled to her knees. She forced herself to turn around, ready to defend herself, but was shocked to see that the hands belonged to her pool boy. Her mind did not hesitate for a single second. Instantly, she knew what was going to happen, and she didn't fight it. She didn't want to fight it, because she knew that she wanted this, and that she needed this. She knew that despite the fact that she had never even entertained doing something so brazen, so wanton, that she wanted it more than anything else in the world right now. She knew that she was going to get fucked by a stranger, and she wanted it. She didn't care how slutty it made her feel. In fact, she embraced it. All of her anxiety about work, about not meeting any men recently, about her social life, had disappeared from her mind completely. She gave in to the feeling, and it only increased her arousal as her body relaxed itself from the tenseness that had enveloped her when she first felt his hands on her. Her body instantly prepared itself for what she knew was coming. Only one thing consumed her thoughts now, getting fucked good and proper like the horny woman that she was. This was exactly what she wanted. And when he thrust his throbbing cock inside of her, she was overjoyed that she was finally getting what she needed.

Vanessa had been fingering herself for about five minutes, so his cock met no resistance as he pushed the entire length of his cock inside her wet pussy. Her mind exploded as her pussy, that had already been on fire, somehow got hotter. She pushed back on him to make sure she had gotten every last millimeter of his manhood inside of her. He knew that she did not need any further provocation, and began pumping his hips hard and fast inside of her. Vanessa had already been on the edge of orgasm when she first felt him touch her, so after only a few thrusts, her pussy spasmed in quick succession. The pleasure started in her pussy but then spread out to every square inch of her body, the feel of the water jets only adding to her pleasure. She could feel her pussy grip his cock as it tightened around it. He felt it too, but it did not stop him from his task, to fuck the brains out of this woman. Her orgasm, caused her knees to buckle, allowing the bikini bottoms to drop from her knees to the floor. Instead of easing up, however, he stood her up so that she was standing more upright and so she could put more of her weight on the wall. And then, he even began to speed up.

All Vanessa could feel was pure ecstasy. This felt better than she could have ever imagined sex feeling. She loved that she was having sex with a complete stranger. She loved that she was doing out in public, and she loved that she did not care if she got caught. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, but instead of slowly subsiding like it usually did, it only swelled as the pool boy continued his frenzied assault on her pussy with his hard cock. And even though he was fucking her as fast as he could, it felt almost like it was happening in slow motion to Vanessa, as she could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her. She could feel his balls slapping against her pussy lips, adding another mini-jolt of pleasure with each wave of orgasm. He abruptly moved on hands from her hips and reached one hand to her chest, and slipped it underneath her bathing suit and reached directly for her nipple. With his thumb and his forefinger, he pinched it and pulled at it roughly. The other hand reached around to her clit and began rubbing it as fast as she had ever had it rubbed. This took her to yet another level of orgasm that she did not even know existed. Both of her hands were on the shower wall, and her face was pressed flat against the shower wall. She could feel his hot jagged breath on her neck as he tried to press his body as hard as he could into hers.




Pool Boy



For a few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was the shower and their primitive grunts. But every now and then, a car would drive by or a plane would fly overhead. Then she heard the clang of the iron gate to the pool accompanied by the sounds of children running and jumping into the pool. And this only added to Vanessa's excitement. For her, it reminded her that even though the world was going on around her, that even though that they could be caught at any moment now, she did not care. Nothing was going to stop this man from fucking her like she had been dreaming about for the last few months. No, the only thing that existed in the world right now was her pussy and his cock. As yet another wave of orgasm rolled over her, she knew that she wanted one thing: cum. She wanted to feel him explode inside of her and knew that soon she would get exactly what she wanted. Lucky for her she had gotten back on the pill in anticipation of getting some tonight!

No words had been spoken this whole time, and none needed to be. This was nature taking over for both of them, and she loved every second of it, abandoning herself to her primal need to have orgasms, her primal need to have a cock, any cock, pumping in and out of her, making her feel like a woman, But not just any woman, but the lusty wanton nymphomaniac that she knew that deep down she wanted to be.

His pumping began to break records in speed and pressure and she knew that he would come soon. His body began to quiver, sending shockwaves of anticipation through her entire being while her mind was numb with lust right now The final thrust that sent him over the edge, increased the intensity of her orgasms, which by now had lasted almost five minutes. She felt him thrust hard into her, and when the tip of his penis had bored deeper than ever before, she could feel the warmth of his sticky cum fill her pussy. It splashed up against her cervix and then began to flow back into her pussy coating her walls as he continued to pump in and out. Her pussy contracted in orgasm one last time, trying squeeze every last drop of his semen out of his cock.

Finally, his thrusting began to slow down. He moved his hand from mauling her breasts to her chin, and firmly turned her head backwards towards him, where it was met by an open mouth. Their lips and tongues connected at once and they kissed roughly as he emptied out the last few drops of cum with some disconnected quick thrusts. Finally, he stopped and put his whole weight on her, as he was completely spent. They stood there still, taking deep breaths, his hard dick still all the way inside of her, as the splashing of children in the pool could be heard around them. She could still feel the warm sticky cum inside of her as it began to trickle out of her pussy, and it only renewed her desire. She wanted more.

She roughly pushed him off of her, turned around and squatted. Without any hesitation, she took his cock in her mouth while it was still hard and began sucking it hard. The speedo was still bunched beneath his crotch, but she did not care. She did not have time to deal with it. She wanted to suck cock and she wanted to suck cock now. She moved her whole head back and forth across its length. She never let it leave her mouth as she slid the whole thing down her throat. Normally, she had a gag reflex, but her heightened sense of horniness caused her throat to relax immediately and she reveled in the feel of his entire shaft inside her mouth, his pubic hair ticking her nose. The taste of her cum mixed with his cum was intoxicating to her. She was determined to keep him hard for another round, but she began to feel her pussy stir as his cum dripped out more rapidly. She reached down with one hand and began fucking herself again. With the other hand, she reached up and began playing with his balls. 

She loved this feeling, the feeling of complete surrender to her deepest and darkest desire. She did not want to be fucked again. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to be used as a sex object, and she was completely comfortable with this desire now. She moved her hands to his and grabbed them. She put them on the side of her head, and then moved them back to his balls and fingering her own pussy. He got the idea, and began using his hands to guide her head back and forth. She loved the feeling of him fucking her mouth. Her tongue wiggled along the underside of his penis as her throat became completely relaxed, offering no resistance as he fucked her with long slow strokes. 

But she still wanted more. She put her hands back on his and moved them so that he was moving them faster, and he soon was fucking her mouth as hard as he was fucking her pussy just minutes before. Meanwhile, her fingers found their way back to her pussy, and they had settled into a matching rhythm. She could feel the familiar feeling of orgasm building inside her again, but she wanted to cum in rhythm with her new lover, so she eased off, until she could feel his balls begin to quiver. She knew what was coming and she braced herself, while pumping her hand as hard as she could in and out of her pussy. She used her thumb to pick up some of his come that had stuck to her inner thigh and rubbed it all over her clit. 

He grunted as he unleashed another load of cum into her waiting mouth. By some weird cosmic forces, her pussy and her mouth had become one and it felt like he was coming in her pussy at the same time. Her orgasm rode over her and her muffled grunts caused his penis to vibrate nicely and he shook again. The cum felt warm in the back of her throat and she loved the salty taste of it. It reminded her of the taste of the ocean. She then realized that this was exactly what she had been fantasizing about when she was staring at the pool boy while lying by the pool, and a state of bliss enveloped her. Cock in mouth, cum sitting in the back of her throat, squatting with her fingers jammed up her pussy, she felt complete contentment. As he slowly slid the cock out of her mouth, she looked up at him, until she caught his eye. She looked at him and smiled. She let the cum spread to the rest of her mouth and let it coat her tongue and her teeth. He smiled back at her, and she took a deep breath and swallowed. And she felt that this was the perfect ending to the perfect fuck.

As they rinsed the smell of chlorine and sex off of themselves, she asked what time he would be done with his rounds today. He told her that he would be done around 6, but he liked to go home and take a shower afterwards. She told him to skip the shower and just to come back here because he could shower at her place. "Apartment 5, see you at 6PM." He smiled, incredulous at his good fortune and said, "OK, see you then."

After he had left, she lingered in the shower a little longer. "Marco!...Polo!" she heard the kids screaming in the pool, not ten feet away. And reflected on what had just happened, and she smiled. She already began thinking about the kinds of things they would be doing tonight. She realized that she did not even know his name, so she couldn't even call and thank Bob for hiring him. But that only made her even happier. She had done it. She had sex on such a primal level, the kind that she had been yearning for all these months since her job had taken over her life, and she was glad to have it back in her life.

She walked back out to the pool picked up her stuff and waved hello to the kids that were playing in the pool. Walking back to her apartment, she dialed her girlfriend on the phone. "Hello? Hi Kate, it's me, Vanessa....Yeah, I'm so sorry to have to do this, but I'm going to have to cancel tonight. Yeah, something came up at work...yeah, I know, it sucks, maybe later this weekend....I wish I could, but ummm....I think I'm going to be up all night."



Pool Boy



"I never thought I'd be a cougar. But there's a certain amount of attention you just can't ignore." Shelby and Brenda were day-drinking in the shaded part of the patio. The sun shone in shimmering reflection off the rippling blue pool.

"Yeah. I know what you mean. But he's at least legal right?"

"Just."

"Well, so that's good. Me, I'm lucky I guess. I don't really have the cougar bug. You know I actually used to worry about it?"

"How do you mean?" 

She took a sip of her drink. "I can't believe I'm about to confess this to you. Guess it's what I get for drinking margaritas during the day. But I guess you started it so here goes. I used to worry that I'd grow up to be a lady-creeper. Like Humbert Humbert with a pussy." 

"Really?!" Brenda cackled, and immediately lowered her voice, embarrassed at what she heard as a loud, old-lady crack in her laughter. "Why the fuck would you think that? And when was this?"

"So, like, what? When I was sixteen. So like twenty years ago. You remember that line from Dazed and Confused, where Matthew McConaughey says he likes the high school girls?"

"They keep getting younger—"

"And I stay the same age! Exactly! Well that got me thinking—"

"Jesus, is that movie twenty years old? God we are old."

"Maybe not twenty but—like early nineties, right? Anyway maybe I was eighteen already but whenever it was I remember having, like, this very clear chain of logic. Basically it went, (a), a lot of high school-age boys are hot, like, objectively hot, and (b), eventually I would stop being high-school age myself so therefore—"

"God you had a depressing streak even then!"

Shelby laughed. "No but it made perfect sense: Therefore there was going to come a time when there would be like this whole crop of objectively hot guys who were totally off limits forever and ever until you died, end of story, and how depressing would that be?"

"You're depressing me right now!"

"But it has a happy ending, though, at least mine does. Because it turns out it never really happened the way I thought it would."

"What did happen?"

"Like, when I was twenty-three there were totally some eighteen-year-olds who could turn my head, right? But by the time I was, like, twenty-eight? Uh-uh. They just seemed so much like children by then."

"Interesting." 

"And the weird part, it wasn't even just the lack of anything in common to talk about. They started to look like children. Like, a guy closer to my age just... looks better to me." 

"Yeah. You know I've never thought about it before but I think I've had basically the same experience."

"So now, an eighteen-year-old kid... I mean: nothin'. Not even a tingle. If he don't have graying hair and crow's feet he don't look right."

"Ha!"

"I'm kidding but I'm not, y'know? And it's lucky because, I don't know, I think it really would be kind of torture to just be lusting after kids your whole life."

Brenda was pensive, inscrutable behind her oversized sunglasses. She shifted the paper parasol in her glass in order to access the straw and took a thoughtful sip. Finally she said: "But what about what's-his-name? Grad student—" 

"Steve. Yes! Sealed it. Totally sealed it."

"So that was sort of your last hurrah?"

"Well, like, not even that so much as I thought I'd be open minded? Take a chance? Yeah, no."

"And he was twenty....?"

"Something. Let's leave it at that. Anyway, it totally didn't work. He was still smoking pot and you couldn't plan shit with him. He would cancel with like an hour's notice. Sometimes less, like after we were supposed to meet. Infuriating."

"But the body...."

"Yeah, there was that. But no, not so much really. It just felt strange and awkward to tell you the truth. To be with someone so... so unseasoned. I really do like 'em my own age."

"Hmmm. Yeah. I think I know what you mean. Which is why this is so weird for me. I've never experienced this before."

"Midlife crisis?"

"Jesus. Not quite as ahead-of-schedule as I'd like to think, if that's what's going on. But I'm not sure that's what's going on."

"Sounds like you've got a theory."

Brenda drew a deep breath, removed her sunglasses, and placed them atop her straw hat. "You know what I think it is? I think it's the novelty. I mean, the way he looks at me? Jesus! He ought to have semaphore flags!"

"I... don't know what that is."

"Sorry, my navy jargon again. Point is he's really obvious. Just... really freakin' obvious."

"And you... haven't had that before?"

"Not like this. Look, you have to understand, I know there's this age range that all boys go through where they're, like, super-horny. Like fuck-a-drain-pipe horny."

"Sure. Or a pie, like in that movie?"

"Right. And so I think most women, you learn to be a bit dismissive of the attention you get from that age bracket. It's... artificial somehow. They're all on this slightly defective algorithm where their dicks are like little divining rods for any pussy in the room and you just have to realize that your pheromones are going to be a little... a little disabling for a while."

"Or enabling."

"Ha! Good point! Is it kryptonite or is it... What's the opposite of kryptonite?"

"Um. Spinach? But that's Popeye."

"Anyway, you get the idea. Point is there's this phase where teenage boys are walking around with this precarious... meniscus of semen and if you get too close they'll spill some on you."

Shelby had just taken an ill-timed sip from her drink and now craned her head around, laughing through her nose so as not to spray Brenda in the very probable event that her drink exploded out of her mouth any second now. Brenda was courteous enough to wait for the seizure to pass before continuing. 

"Well, thing is, thing you might not realize is that when you're a fat chick—"

"Oh, Brenda, you're not—"

"Shelby, please. Come on. Don't. I do own a scale you know."

"You're voluptuous." 

Brenda ignored the compliment. "When you're shaped the way I am you really don't get as much of that. Like, even when they're at peak horniness. They ignore you. In fact, I think it was worse when I was younger."

"Really? Why'd you s'pose that is?"

"Well, funny you should ask. Because it turns out that I have given this way too much thought. And I chalk it up to two things. One. When you're closer to them in age it's like the fat is a genuine flaw. When you've got a few years on them they can kind of bundle the fat into this larger sort of, sort of milfy fantasy they're composing for themselves and just imagine it goes with the territory. You're not fat because you're really fat, you're just fat because you're old. Something like that."

"Hmm. Not sure I buy it. But two?"

"Two, I think fat women are becoming more eligible right now. It's some kind of... national... trend in sexuality or something." 

"My stylist was saying that. She's, you know, plus-sized, and she was saying it's starting to become okay. Like, where she used to always have guys wanting to hook up with her but then not want to really date her or whatever, now it different...."

"Fat is the new black. Lucky me."

"I think it's the internet."

"I try not to think about it."   

"I mean, I think there's all these, you know, fat appreciation sites..."

"Seriously, don't." Brenda shook her head. "God, he wants me for the novelty."

"Well I don't know about that. I mean I think what you said before about the horny stage—I'm sure there's a lot of that in there. But just because guys are starting to like... bigger women, that doesn't mean it's like some new and different thing for him. Maybe it just never occurred to him not to find you attractive." Brenda sighed heavily, and Shelby noticed. "This is really weighing on you, isn't it?" she asked. 

"Meh. It's just... like I said: surprisingly hard to ignore." 

"Well, you know what they say. Supposedly we're at our sexual peaks right now too, whereas boys it's like eighteen. So you and him are both peaking right now."

"Oh, Jesus, that bodes well!" she shook her head with a shudder. 

"Well, it isn't like it's already happened. When do you see him next?"

"Tomorrow at ten. Unless I hire a different pool cleaner by then." She shook her head again and, with another shudder, exclaimed "a fucking pool cleaner, can you believe it? I mean: It's the plot of a porno for God's sakes!"

"Ha! Don't feel so bad. I mean, those clichés have to come from somewhere. There's a UPS guy comes to reception in my building? Like half the phone pool's rubbin' out to him I swear. Nothin' subtle about it. And that's like straight out of pornos."

"What are you doing at ten tomorrow?"

"Sorry. Nails. You're on your own."

"Jesus, what am I gonna do."

"I think you're gonna do what you want to do."

"In my experience 'what I want to do' is a moving target."

"Well then step out for Starbucks at quarter of. Or else... just try to keep it in your pants, homegirl."

Both laughed as Brenda poured the remains of the pitcher into their glasses. 

* * *

The next morning, nine forty-five found Brenda face-down on her raft, bikini top unfastened in the morning sun. By the steps beside the pool her iPhone chimed the marimba tone she's been too lazy to change. She paddled over to the steps, blotted her hands on the folded towel, and retrieved the phone. "Brandon," read the alarm screen. 

"God," she sighed aloud, thumbing the alarm off. "Brandon and Brenda. Everything about this is ridiculous." 

She fastened her top, emerged from the pool, and drew on her floor-length white bathrobe as she stepped into the cool dark house. She went to the bathroom and sat down to pee and then, standing up, regarded herself severely in the mirror. Her blond hair was dark and stringy from having been defiantly dunked in the pool, the better to look a disheveled mess when her horny little admirer arrived. Her makeup was washed away and her freckles shone, as did her wrinkles. In the bright light of her dressing lamps, she looked all of her thirty-five years. 

Her e-cup breasts hung heavily in her bikini top, which offered only concealment, no support. The remnant of her hourglass required increasing doses of self-deluded imagination to spot in the mirror as her belly, formerly overshadowed by her always large bust and backside—what Shelby would flatteringly call her "voluptuous" parts—had lately grown more assertive and begun to elide her womanly shape. 

Over her shoulder things were equally discouraging. Her bottom, though large, could still be packaged sexily, crammed into jeans, say, presenting an illusion of buoyancy. But beneath the crinkly surface of her wet green bikini bottom, the hail-damage cellulite where buttock moved imperceptibly into thigh struck her as objectively unsightly. This Brandon kid—what they hell was wrong with him anyway?, she wondered harshly. 

She experimented with the bathrobe: Tying it off had the virtue of concealing more skin, whereas letting it hang loose had the desirable-under-the-circumstances effect of further obscuring her curves. It looked like a cross between a muumuu and a hospital gown. She attempted a kind of compromise—a loose knot that would cover more without losing the flattening effect of the draped fabric, but nothing seemed to work, so she just decided to tie it. 

At last, she stepped onto the scale, and waited while the dial settled in at 275. Well, she thought, five of that had to be water and robe. Just then the doorbell rang. Now, if only I had rollers to put in my hair. 

She had succeeded in making herself feel so profoundly unsexy that it caught her a little off-guard when Brandon's face bore that same stupid mix of pleasure and hunger at the sight of her that it always had. "Hello, Ms. Parker," he managed with his dumb horny grin.

"Hi, Brandon. You can go on back. Come through the house if you'd like or, side gate's open if you need to get at your truck." 

"Thanks, Ms. Parker. I'll just go around." 

She watched as he walked out toward his truck. God but he was pretty, she had to admit that. He had an improbable combination of coloring—over blue eyes he wore a scrub of close-cropped blond hair bleached white by the sun, atop an olive-tinctured skin that took a tan too easily, without any evident reddening. He wore a white polo shirt with the pool company's logo embroidered on it, and tight khaki shorts that flattered his taut physique, especially his dimpled gluteals, the focus of her gaze now as he walked away.

These same muscles were the center of her attention when, five minutes later, she found herself crouched at her bathroom window peering out through a crack where she held up a single fauxwood blind. His back was to her and, as he worked the net back and forth across the surface of the water, she admired the gentle rippling of calf and hamstring and buttock.

"What is it about boy ass?" she'd once propounded to Shelby. "I mean, girl ass is a target, right? Men have ancestral memories dating back a gillion years from before there were even monkeys, back when doggy style was the only style if you were a mammal, so men basically arrive in this world preset and hard-wired to seek out that round shape. But what is it we see in their bony butts? What's the point?"

In reply Shelby only blushed a deep crimson. 

"What?"

"I think I know," she said, suppressing a giggle. 

"What?"

"A man's ass is his engine," she offered. "A guy's fuck is in his ass." Whereupon the two of them guffawed heartily, and in a most unladylike way. 

She cracked a smile on remembering this conversation, but it wasn't just amusement she was experiencing. She felt a giddy twinge of arousal as she contemplated the truth of it, here in the presence of Brandon's statuesque "engine." It was a very short step from the back-and-forth motion he was performing right now to... she tried to avoid the thought but it was too late. In her mind's eye she already had his lithe, supple, muscled form, warm from the sun, stepping up behind her, easing aside her bikini bottoms and... without thinking she reached down and dropped a finger into her pants and drew a circle around her swelling clitoris. 

Jesus, Brenda, what the fuck are you doing? She withdrew her hand and let the blind shade fall. Grow up! She scolded herself. She started to move away from the window but then froze. She began what was unusual for her, a fully articulated conversation with herself in her mind—an actual dialogue of the kind an old Warner Brothers cartoon may have illustrated with an angel and devil on either shoulder. Wait, she said to herself, if you fucked him, that would not be grown up. But this? This is a bit naughty, sure, but what's the harm?

 

What if he sees me?

 

What if he sees your eyes through a sliver in the window? And figures out that you were jerking off? Come on. Give yourself this. It's harmless and you deserve it. 

 

So she did. She stooped at the window again and began administering those steady, boring, up-and-down strokes that had so reliably gotten her off for about as long as she could remember—never as intensely as actual sex (when actual sex worked) but far more quickly and consistently. The efficiency of her touch combined with the excitement of this sort of reverse voyeurism (she had never masturbated where the object of fantasy was right there, physically present) was working very quickly—she was more than half-way home and wanted to slow down in order to savor this. 

She wanted to imagine him behind her, so, although it required bending sideways awkwardly, she reached around behind her own mighty bottom and put all four fingers of her hand into her now-dripping slit. She felt shudders of pleasure as she moved her hand in and out, jiggling her backside. She enjoyed this new sensation, less certain of producing orgasm than her targeted clitoral attack, as a better simulation of what she would experience with young Brandon. 

Happily, she reacted in plenty of time when Brad began to turn around. It had to happen sooner or later—he wasn't going to clean the whole pool standing in that one spot. And when he began to rotate she instantly dropped the blind and backed away from the window. But now she did not want to stop. 

She double checked the lock of her bedroom door and flopped back on the king-sized bed. She imagined him collapsing down on top of her as she held her legs high in the air. She knew better than to worry that he would come poke his head in—the doors were locked and, anyway, he was too polite and deferential—but prudence seemed to argue in favor of getting this over with, so she reverted to her fast, efficient vertical stroke, the old standby move in which she would move her foremost fingers up and down, up and down, grazing the clitoris and just breaking the plane of the labia, gathering just enough moisture to lubricate the stroke. 

As she drew near the end she reached her free hand under her top and circle a hardening nipple just in time to push her over the edge. Her breathing became jagged and, despite her best efforts she whimpered audibly as the contractions took hold of her. An ungodly large secretion quickly flooded her bikini bottom and mingled with the pool water that had already dampened her duvet cover. 

She exhaled a big lungful of air and then mentally counted down from ten, forcing herself to spring to her feet on reaching zero, and moved quickly to the master bath to cleanse her hand of sex smell. On arriving in the bathroom she decided first to risk another peak out the window and saw the blond boy wonder squatted beside the pump with his little rack of plastic chemical tubes. She knew from past observation that this procedure took place near the end of his routine, so she would have to reappear soon. 

She began to run the water and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes were aglow, her lips plump, her cheeks red. She turned off the water and, in a hasty maneuver, tied her hair up in a tousled but not-unsexy bunch, and administered precisely one puff from one of the perfume atomizers arrayed on her mirrored tray. 

She sprinted out to the kitchen and began preparing a pitcher of lemonade. Lemonade?! Seriously?! Jesus¸ that's grown up!, she chided herself, before telling herself to shut up. When the batch was made she paused over the ice tray before—I can't believe I'm doing this—plucking out one last ice cube and slipping it briefly under each cup of her top, making her jump as each nipple responded to the cold by swelling erect. She let the bathrobe hang jauntily open as she made her way outside with the tray, just as Brandon was finishing up. 

"Oh, thanks Ms. Parker. You didn't have to do that."

"We're shaping up to have another scorcher. Have to stay hydrated."

"Thanks," he repeated. 

"Sheesh, speaking of," she shed her bathrobe, shrugging and pushing her shoulders back exaggeratedly, the better to push her breasts forward. She pretended to look down but in the corner of her eye registered that Brandon was staring at her nipples. "I am sweating like a pig in this thing." She draped it over a deck chair. 

"Oh, Ms. Parker, you shouldn't say that. You are not a pig." 

Brenda suppressed a wince. But he's such a pretty idiot, she assured herself. "Oh, um, thanks, Brandon. That's, uh, sweet of you to say. So, uh, what were you doing out there with the chemicals?"

"Oh I was just testing the levels. We have to look at the pH level and the total alkalinity or what they call 'TA'."




Pool Boy



"'P.H.?' Do the kids these days still say 'Phat with a ph'?" 

Brandon failed to suppress a wince at the tantalizing homophone of "fat" being spoken allowed between them. He gulped in hesitation before answering and—she could swear to God his voice was about to crack—said, "I don't think, so Ms. Parker." 

"Ah. Sorry. I interrupted. You were saying you had to look at the, uh, T and A?" A high pitched squeak, like a dog's whimper, escaped audibly from somewhere in his nasal cavity and he began coughing as he aspirated lemonade into his trachea. "Oh my God, are you okay?" she exclaimed. He tried to nod and wave her off dismissively, but the gesture was premature. The coughs were running away from him now; his eyes were pinched closed and his face rapidly reddening. 

She quickly took the glass of lemonade from his hand and set it on the patio table before stepping behind him, grabbing him round the middle, and executing a quick, deliberate Heimlich. With one contraction his cough was audibly improved, as he produced a great burst of lemonade and immediately refilled his lungs with a fresh, urgent inhalation. She remained in big spoon position, enjoying the heave of his lats, the press of his gluts into her squishy-fat middle, the way his warm wiry body felt encircled in her meaty arms. 

Gradually his breathing began to normalize and she released her wrist from Heimlich posture and turned her palms inward, feeling his strong abs through his polo. When he didn't say anything—just stood there, as though in patient anticipation—she grew bolder, lifting up his polo and placing her palms against the bare, warm, sun-baked skin of his belly. "Oh, Ms. Parker!" he breathed in aroused surprise. 

She began hastily unfastening his belt, but kept his shorts from falling off with the continued application of pressure by her bulging belly against his tight butt. She reached down into his underwear—an unfamiliar cross between boxers and briefs—and quickly found the more tactilely familiar feeling of a thick, veiny young cock. Already hardening, he sprang eagerly to life in her skilled hands. She shifted it so that it was still mostly concealed by the front of his underpants, but allowed the pointed, circumcised head to pop out the top of the elastic band.

"Jesus, Ms. Parker, shouldn't we go inside?!"

"No," she heard herself saying, "pool," though the thought hadn't occurred to her until this very minute. She took a step back from him and pantsed him, causing him to squeak in embarrassed alarm. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his shirt and jumped headlong into the pool in great haste to have his nakedness concealed beneath the water's surface. She followed at a more leisurely pace, steadying herself on the metal bar as she descended the steps into the pool. 

He swam over to meet her at medium depth and they kissed in the sun-spangled, chloriney environment. He crashed his face and tongue into hers as he began manhandling her breasts with adolescent eagerness.

"Here," she said, securing his wrists and taking charge of the situation. "Back up." She guided him into a position against the wall with his arms outstretched to full wingspan, securing him in a 'T' shape against the side wall of the pool. She reached down and hooked her thumbs into her bottoms, sliding them down over her gargantuan ass. She then paddled up to him and, in her weightlessness, floated up to the level of his teenage-hard member. With one hand she grasped the rim and with the other she guided his meaty member to her crotch and—Oh!—crashed against him more quickly than she'd intended, due to the difficulty of controlling her position in the water, and felt his whole seven inches puncture her with an almost unwelcome suddenness. 

But she quickly acclimated and began taking full advantage of the weightlessness of the water to heave up and down, up and down, up and down on the stiff, throbbing cock, her knees grazing the coarse, painted concrete sidewall as she straddled him, pinned him against the wall (she would later learn that she had scraped her knees badly enough to need Band-Aids). 

He clearly wanted to hug her big body, but could not disengage from the wall without losing his anchor. Once or twice he tentatively freed a single arm, in the hope of fondling buttock or breast, but as rotational inertia would begin to draw them out into the pool he would each time reach frantically back to grasp the wall again. 

Now resigned to his static position, Brandon remained fixed and Brenda continued her deliberate stroke, feeling felt him grow larger, harder, in the telltale sign of approaching orgasm. There was no way she was going to come again but even so his cock felt so good inside her. "Oh, Ms. Parker," he moaned, "I don't think you're fat at all!"

"Shut up, Brandon," she said.

"Okay but—oh shit! Ms. Parker I'm gonna come!"

She pushed off from the wall and watched as stretching white strands of semen began lazily expanding in the blue-green water below, making her smile. She reached down under the water and gave his left butt cheek an affectionate squeeze before diving down do retrieve her bikini bottom and wriggling back into them under the water. She then stepped out of the pool and got her bathrobe, which she held up as a curtain for Brandon to use as he emerged from the water. 

She ushered him inside, then went about the yard and patio retrieving the articles of his clothing from where they'd been deposited and then piled them all into his arms and packed him off into the bathroom to dress. She went outside and collected his chemical kit so that there would be nothing more keeping him when he emerged, and then retrieved the lemonade pitcher, poured a class, and spiked it with some citrus-infused vodka from her bar before gulping it down. 

When he emerged from the bathroom she could see right away he was cuter than before in his happy, relieved afterglow. "Wow, Ms. Parker—" he began, but she took charge, taking him in a light hug and planting a peck on his lips. 

"You'd better get going. You don't want to get backed up on your route."

When he was gone she poured a second cocktail and lit a cigarette (a rare indulgence for her—she could make a pack last two months) and phoned Shelby's cell. 

"Hey, Brenda."

"Hey, Shell. How was nails?"

"Good good. To what do I owe the pleasure? Oh! How was pool boy? Were you good?"

"Well... he certainly thought so."

"Oh my god! Really?!"

"I told you it was hard to ignore."

"Well... okay. I mean, as long as you're happy. Am I gonna get... tee-hee-hee... details?"

"Tomorrow over drinks if you want."

"Totally."

"I've got fuckall to do between now and then—except cancel my pool service."



Pool Boy



Man oh man, away two weeks and finally back home! Three days early to boot! I couldn't wait to see my baby. I just know she's going to be surprised when I walk in.

Pulling up to the house I saw our friend Holly's car in the driveway. That was fine with me. With any luck they would be laying by the pool and I could get a glimpse of her wonderful body. 

I parked in the driveway and walked into the house. Thank God the A/C was on. The cool blast immediately fogged up my sunglasses as I called out to Linda. No answer, must be by the pool I hoped. It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon as I walked into the kitchen and noticed the blender, rum and the chocolate monkey fix-ens on the counter. Good for them, they were probably out sunning and giddy by now. I walked to the sliding glass door that led to the pool deck and stopped dead in my tracks. Lying by the pool were my lovely wife and just as wonderful Holly, topless!

They were laying in deck chairs closer to our bedroom sliding glass door so I eased to the room and peeked out from the vertical blinds. My god, two sets of wonderful breasts lay not more than 5 feet from my view. I took in the differences immediately. My wife Linda is a brunette with light tan color nipples. Holly's hair is a beautiful curly blonde, and she had nipples are very dark and the size of a silver dollar. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. My cock began to stir admiring the contrasts of these two women and wondering what lay beneath Holly's bikini bottom. Was her pussy trimmed? Was it shaved? My fantasies spun through my head as my hand absently rubbed my hardening cock. 

A few minutes passed and I quickly withdrew from the door! I thought I had been caught. Both girls bolted upright and looked back towards the bedroom. My heart raced and then I noticed their stares were directed towards the fence gate. Each attempted to cover their tits with their hands as I heard Linda yell, "one minute please." They put their tops on and then I noticed the pool service man enter into my view. Man is not really a word; a boy in his mid twenties would be closer. Dressed in flip flops and swimmer trunks he began his chore of pool care. I wondered how long he had watched and viewed the naked breasts of my wife and friend.

Linda and Holly picked up their glasses and pitcher of chocolate monkey much to my dismay and I assume the pool boy's made their way towards the french doors and back into the house. I was trying to figure out what to say when they discovered me in the house three days early. I started for the bedroom door that led to the great room and stopped as I heard them talking in the kitchen and giggling like school girls. 

"You see his face," Holly asked Linda. "I thought he was going to explode after you yelled at him," she laughed. 

"He's so cute and young. Wonder how long he had been watching us?" Kelly asked 

"Must have been for awhile." "Did you notice the bulge in his shorts?" Linda said.

"My word woman, you're married!" Holly said.

"Yes I am, "I'm also tipsy and extremely horny as you are too!" "Let's have some fun with him and tease him a little bit," Holly suggested. 

That's all I heard as the blender went on and they each went to the bathroom in the hall. I scatted back to the bedroom and opened the door out to the pool deck about an inch so I could hear what was going on. I was a little jealous but sporting a throbbing hard on waiting to see how far the girls would tease him. I must admit it was quite exciting to think that my wife would flirt. I knew it would be just a prick tease to leave him with a hard on and a tale for his friends.

Linda and Holly made their way back to the pool deck with a fresh pitcher of Monkeys and mischief in store. I could now here them whispering and giggling to each other. Their chairs were butted up next to each other about 5 feet from me and at a slight angle. I was close enough to smell their coconut scented suntan oil. After another whisper and giggles both girls began taking their bikini tops off and flung them to the next chair by their sides. Butterflies twinged in my stomach as I noticed both ladies nipples were much harder than before. My wife's were thick and hard. Holly's were the same but each nipple a good half an inch in length. My shaft was now throbbed as precum stained the front of my trousers. I watched and continued stroking my cock as the pool boy tried desperately not to look at these two vixens rubbing oil onto their stomachs, breasts, and arms. 

I've never seen someone work as slow as he did that day. I almost laughed aloud as he slipped and damn near fell into the pool while trying to steal glances at the girls chests. Holly then whispered something into Linda's ear and picked up the suntan oil. She called for the pool guy to come there. Both girls were laying in similar poses, their legs apart on the chairs and breasts displayed to the sun. 

I could tell he was nervous and embarrassed as he ever so slowly walked up to them. He started to reach for the oil thinking Holly wanted him to put some on her all the while trying unsuccessfully to hide the bulge in his shorts.

"No silly," she said. "We think you've been working too hard." "You need to take a break, soak up some sun and have a frozen monkey," Holly said.

He stammered something I couldn't make out and she told him again to take a load off. He sat in the chair that Holly had pulled up next to hers and she handed him a drink. They began talking about his job and Holly suggested that he needed some oil for his tan.

Holly poured lotion onto his tanned stomach and Linda began oiling his calves. Watching these two took on a surreal wonder for me as each worked the oil into his skin obviously enjoying their little game. I wondered at what point this would end and how far they were willing to go. I was shaking a little now as Holly leaned over him. Her 34D tits were swinging slowly just inches from his face. Linda was sitting at the end of his chair by his feet and would let her tits rub against his legs each time she reached to apply oil on his thighs. Her nipples were slick with oil and fully extended. I paid closer attention to Holly as her circular motions worked their way from his chest and arms to the waistband of his trunks. I thought that now the tease would end as every inch of his body was covered with suntan oil.

The pool boy was obviously in heaven. I watched this young man, lying back sipping his drink, as two luscious ladies in their mid forties rubbed his body with increasingly wanton lust. His arousal was not hidden by his nylon thin trunks. His cock looked to have extended all the way to the top of his shorts as Linda's hands worked up the legs under the fabric. I watched her hands creep slowly forward and apparently massaging his balls and cock! My mind raced! What the fuck was my wife doing? Holly began pushing her tits in front of his face almost daring him to suck them. I almost came and a sinking feeling hit my stomach. Surely they were not going to go any further?

"OK, all done," Linda announced and stood up, removing her hands. Holly stood up pulling her tits from his face. I left out a small sigh of relief as Holly picked up the pitcher and said it was time for another round. Linda followed her into the house. I snickered a little as this poor guy turned to watch two topless ladies walk away from him. He vigorously stroked his cock watching their swaying asses disappear into the house.

"Jesus KHolly, his cock is as thick as my arm!" Linda exclaimed. "I've GOT to see it." You've GOT to see it!" 

"I am so turned on." Linda said, "me to and I'm soaking wet!" Holly said. "One more pitcher of these and I don't know what I might do!" My pulse raced as the blender drowned out their voices. Did I hear my wife correctly? I replayed the words in my mind over and over again. I cursed under my breath wishing I could here what they were saying or what they were planning.

I watch them walk back to their chairs. Their breasts bounced slightly with each step. Holly sat down on the edge of his chair and Linda took up her last spot at the end of his chair and refilled his drink. Linda commented that they had not finished putting oil on him and began rubbing his legs again. Holly, more brazen now, stood up behind his chair, leaned over his face with her tits and began massaging his chest and stomach again. 

At this point the pool guy had lost his bashfulness. He began sucking one of Holly's hard nipples sucking it deep into his mouth while pulling and pinching her other with his thumb and fore finger. 

Holly watched Linda intently as she began to working her fingers underneath his waistband.

Linda grabbed his cock with her slick hands as she mouthed something silently to my Holly, her eyes widening. I could see her hands moving back and forth through the thin fabric and thought that surely they would stop at this. I could see the guy's hips slowly moving back and forth as she continued to massage what appeared to be a nice sized cock. 

"Damn Holly, you have got to get a feel of this," Linda insisted. My legs began to shake as Holly began rolling down his shorts exposing Linda's hand wrapped around the thick hard cock. 

"Oh shit," Holly exclaimed. I was impressed and jealous as both women giggled nervously and began stroking his cock, one hand atop another, the oil glistening on his shaft. Linda squirted a fresh glob of oil onto his shaft as both girls worked his cock up and down. He began alternating his attention from one of Kelly's tits to the other. Jesus, I thought. Are they going to jack him off till he comes? No, they were going to fuck him, my mind screamed. I couldn't imagine my wife or her friend Holly ever doing this. Yet I watched and released my cock from its confines and began stroking the hardest dick I've ever had. 

Holly reached down with one hand and removed her bikini bottoms and straddling the deck chair, exposing her untanned bottom and wet slit to the pool boy. Her head bobbed down towards his massive cock and sucked the tip into her mouth. Holly sucked more of his cock into her mouth. As I watched Linda pulled her bottoms to the side and motioned for the pool boy to move forward. I watched in envy as this lucky bastard move forward and began licking my wife's exposed pussy from clit to her puckered little ass as Holly now sucked and licked his big balls. I could hear him moan into Linda's pussy as his hips began to buck, sweat and oil glistened from his young lean body. 

I heard a pop as Holly removed her mouth from his cock, telling him not to cum yet. Linda sat up, burying her pussy onto the boys face completely smothering his head. Linda then lifted up, removed her bottoms exposing her nicely trimmed pussy. Her puffy pinkish red lips were already wet. She then straddled the chair on shaking legs and began to lower her crotch onto his throbbing cock. I watched fascinated and with an aching hard on as her pussy began it's decent onto his cock. She had her hands on either side of the chair, her head looking down to watch as his cock began to force its way into her pussy. As the head made its way in, she looked up to Holly and mouthed O FUCK and slowly eased down onto his thick pole. 

Holly's hips began a lewd hunching off the pool boy's face in a crude and grinding way as she watched her friend's pussy engulf the plum sized head and the first few inches of his shaft. Holly's motioned him to start licking her pussy. Her hips soon began jerking in a fast frenzied motion as she ground her pussy into his face and nose while moaning loudly. I knew that she must have been cumming and cumming hard. 

Linda had worked about half of his shaft into her pussy as Holly finished her orgasm, humping her ass more slowly now. His entire face was engulfed in her pussy. I wondered if his tongue had made its way to her small puckered little rose bud. Lifting herself off of his soaked face, Holly watched intently as the pool boy now began lurching his hips upward, driving the full length and girth into my wife's pussy. Linda threw her head back, her neck arching, the muscles in her arms straining as he began furiously plowing into her pussy. Her head fell onto his chest and her fingernails dug into his arms as her first orgasm rocked her body. I could hear her ragged panting and sweet moans as her pussy orgasmed around his thick cock.

My balls ache and heaved as I watched Holly walk behind her and began licking his shaft from behind as Linda's ass lifted allowing her the pleasure. Holly's attention must have been on Linda's pussy also as she moaned again. Linda crammed her hips down forcing his massive shaft deep into her wet pussy. My cum exploded onto the blinds as I watched Holly grab his fat cock pull it from Linda's pussy and began sucking it like a slut in heat. Rivers of cum streamed from my cock as I watch Holly suck and lick her friend's juices from his young hard cock. The pool boy's hips jerked up and down and his large balls cinched upward as he began to unload his cum into Holly's sucking mouth. She pulled her face from his cock and a pushed it back into Linda's dripping pussy just as a big spurt of hot white cum came shooting out. She then pushed his pulsing fat shaft back into Linda's pussy. 

Linda began humping like crazy, cumming again as she drained his large balls into her dripping pussy. She collapsed again onto his chest and laid there for a few minutes trying to catch her breath. Finally, she lifted herself from him, sweat pouring down her face, cum pouring from her open pussy onto his shaft and stomach. Holly immediately began working her tongue onto his balls and shaft, lapping up their juices. She began sucking his cock; her tiny hand only halfway around his shaft was pumping like mad. I knew at this point she wanted to have the fucking her friend had just received. He never lost his hardness as she bent over the chair and told him to fuck her from behind.

I was numb as he stood up and got behind her. I has just watched his fat cock rock Linda's pussy and now he was about to fuck Holly. Holly had already told Linda that her husbands cock was only average size at best. I knew at this point he was going to give her the fuck of her life and I sat there and watched him begin to satisfy her. His cock swayed back and forth appearing even larger as he passed within inches of my prying eyes. He approached her upturned ass and spread her cheeks with his hands. Only a foot or so separated them and my view. The scent of sex filled my nose as my cock filled my hand. He pressed his fat cockhead to the lips of her swollen pussy and she cried out as he began his assault on her flowing pussy. I was thinking to myself there was no way in hell he could have fit that monster into my wife's tight pussy and now I was watching up close as it slid into Holly's tight hole. I've always thought my cock was above average. Although his was longer, it was the girth that was impressive. 

Young and eager he was, smooth he was not. I could tell he had never had two such lustful and experienced women in his life. As soon as the head penetrated her pussy he grabbed her hips and began trying to sink his massive meat to her very depths. Holley let out a scream and turned her head to him, warning him to take it slower. He tried at first but I could tell her pussy must have been too good for him to obey. His young hips began bucking as his meat drove deeper and deeper into her pussy. She looked up to Linda and cried out as he began stuffing more of his cock into her womb. Her cries were not of pain but grunts and moans of pleasure as he worked the entire shaft to the very depths of her pussy. 

On and on he pumped with renewed stamina from his earlier orgasm. I watched dumbfounded as he pounded her without slowing for well over ten minutes. Her hand was rapidly stroking her clit as her orgasms swepted her away. Holly's face was turned towards me, her eyes closed, her mouth open with ragged breath and moans. He was giving her the fuck that every woman craves and desires. 

Holly told Linda to move closer so she could watch her play with her pussy. The pool boy began slamming his cock into Holley, his balls flinging up against her ass on each stroke. Holly moaned that Linda's pussy look very tasty, linda jokingly said then why don't you lick it. Linda moved forward and worked her hips under Holly's head. The pool boy's thrusts from behind slowed to short hard pumps forcing Holley's forward with each thrust into Linda's pussy. Linda grabbed Holly's head holding her mouth and tongue to her wet hole. Holly told linda she loved the taste of a mans cum when she licked pussy. 

I think Holly's confession was to much and the pool boy said he was going to cum again as he slammed his cock into Holly's pussy and emptied his heaving nuts.

He then ulled out as I shot my second load into the air and onto the sliding glass door. He slowly withdrew his cock, wet and dripping with cum. White streams of cum flowed out of Holly and onto the pool deck. Holly managed to turn around and plopped down on the chair sitting next to Linda. Both girls were flushed with red cheeks and heaving breasts from their orgasms. Linda reached out and grabbed his wilting cock pulling him towards her mouth. She began licking his wet shaft from head to base causing him to jerk. Wrapping her hand around his cock she began sucking him and pumping his shaft deeper into her mouth. Amazingly he responded. My God I thought. How many times can this guy go? 

His cock was soon fully hard again. His hands were on the back of Linda's head as Holley watched and began fingering her flowing pussy. Linda grabbed his cock and pointed it towards Holly's mouth. Now both girls were licking and sucking this very one lucky fucker's cock. Within five minutes he started moaning and began spraying his cum onto the girl's faces and open mouths. I watched shocked and awed as Holley jacked the last of his cum into her greedy mouth.

He actually thanked the girls and told them he had to clean two other pools that day. Holley and Linda watched him as he slipped his trunks on over his still wet cock and headed out the gate. I heard Holly ask Linda what would your husband say if he saw you fucking the pool boy as I licked your ass n pussy. Linda said she wasn't sure, but said she would be willing to bet he would approve if we both fucked him in return. 

Holly said, she would like that very much and that we should tell him when he gets home from his trip.



Pool Boy



My name is Hunter. I know; it's a tough name for a guy to grow up with. Kids are brutal and I was teased mercilessly. My parents tell me that it was a very popular name nineteen years ago when my birth certificate was filled out. I never ran into another 'Hunter' all the way through school. 

 I'm between my freshman and sophomore year at the State University now and I know of at least two other 'Hunters' in my class. I have a partial scholarship to play football and at 6'5" and 195 lbs with a ripped physique, I am not bullied or kidded about anything, including my name, anymore. I have kind of a Nordic, masculine face with square jaw. I don't have the thick brow and neither of my parents have any Norse lineage. I wear my dark brown hair short. The total package has thankfully allowed me to fare pretty well with the female gender through my teenage years.

 I am not a virgin but I wouldn't say that I have much experience. I have had a few girl friends and I had sex with the girl I was dating toward the end of my senior year. We were both virgins and we had no idea what we were doing. I thought it was great. She apparently didn't. We broke up shortly afterward. That was over a year ago and I haven't had sex except with my hand since. I figure that I must have set the Guinness World Record for masturbating during my early teens. A normal day would include six or seven ejaculations.

 I didn't know that it was weird but I could always get an erection whenever I wanted, even right after cumming, as long as I had some king of visual stimulation like a magazine or something. When I saw my first porno movie on DVR, I jerked off eight times; during the movie. I saw my older sister naked once and I probably jacked off ten times that day. I'm not as prolific these days but most days it's at least two or three times. This 'condition' can be a problem when I come face to face with attractive females. I have always worn tight briefs as underwear to help with embarrassing moments.

 I haven't had much time to date since I started college. I study hard because the Engineering courses are hard and I'm not naturally inclined toward school work. I also work part time during the school year and I'm starting my own pool cleaning business this summer.

 My parents are blue-collar and they have always worked hard to give me every opportunity in life. I love them very much and have always been appreciative of their efforts. They loaned me money this past spring to allow me to gear-up my van with pool cleaning equipment and parts as well as various chemicals to get me started. I work alone and with a little legwork I have a couple of clients to get me started. I love working outside and my skin is sun-bronzed as a result. My work uniform consists of sneakers- no socks, nylon athletic shorts with the University Logo on the left hip and a smile. I never wear a shirt when I'm working. It's just too hot.

 My biggest client is the town's public pool. My dad is a councilman and he pulled a few strings. I start my day there every day at 8:00 AM. I took two hours to clean that pool. It was huge. There was hardly ever anyone there at that time of day, but one day as I was vacuuming the sides and bottom of the pool I noticed a very attractive woman standing by the gate watching me. 

 I used my mirrored sunglasses to look back at her without her knowing. She wasn't wearing any sunglasses and it was obvious she was staring right at me. As I worked my way down the pool toward her I could see that she was actually stunningly beautiful. She was about 5'7" tall and had enormous breasts. I figured that with a body as slim as hers, that the tits were probably enhanced. 'So what? Nothing wrong with that,' I thought. I guessed that she was in her late twenties. I could see the glitter of color from her enormous diamond ring on her left hand, so I knew she was married. She had platinum blonde hair down past her shoulders. I wasn't close enough to make out eye color but her mouth was, in a word, sensual. Her lips were plumped like Angelina's and she had incredibly white teeth that flashed as she smiled at me when she was sure I was looking back. 'Her lips were probably enhanced as well. 'Again; who cares?'

 She was just standing there in her tight mid-thigh skirt and fitted blouse that attempted to diminish the size of her tits. She was classy and I figured she was a 'rich-bitch' that lived across town in a gated community of mansions. As it turned out, my guess was correct.

 She pushed herself off the fence and walked very sexily toward me. I watched her coming and I stopped pushing and pulling on the long aluminum pole to acknowledge her approach. She pushed her hand out toward me as she stopped a couple feet away. She flashed her blinding white teeth with a big smile. I took her hand and applied the same pressure to my handshake as she was applying. I smiled back at her. She looked even more beautiful the closer she got.

 She said, "Good morning, my name is Olivia." I released her hand and she moved it into her other hand and held both at her waist.

 I immediately thought, "Olivia. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.' I said, "Hi, my name is Hunter. What can I do for you?"

 Olivia said, "I have been looking for someone to take care of my pool. I thought that I would come down here to the public pool to see who cleans it. I hope you don't mind but I have been watching you work for a while. I would like to hire you if you're available."

 "I am available. I have worked for other pool cleaning outfits when I was in high school. I am trying to establish my own clientele. When would you like me to start?"

 She said, "As soon as possible. I'm afraid we are getting behind on the water chemistry. It is getting cloudy. I live at 35 Oakridge Drive. I'll leave word at the gate." She smiled her blinding smile and pushed out her hand to shake mine. This one felt like it was to consummate a contract. I smiled back at her. I held her hand a little too long I guess because she looked down at her hand in mine. I got the message and immediately released it. 

 As she began to turn away, I said, "I should be done here in another hour or so and I have one other this morning. I could come over after that."

 She turned back and said, "Actually, I have some errands to run this morning. Can you come by at 2:00 PM?" I nodded. Olivia did an obvious quick scan from my feet to my head and then smiled before she turned away and walked back through the gate to her black Mercedes SUV.

 I watched her walk back to her car and my dick surged in my nylon shorts. The sway of her ass from side to side was incredibly sexy. I watched until she drove away and then went back to work. I thought, "Yep. Oakridge Drive was one of those streets were the one-percenters lived. Getting a client in there is a major coup." I pumped my fist in the air and said out loud, "Yes!"

 At 1:55 PM, I pulled up to the gate at "Olympic Estates". I showed my driver's license to the guard and he told me to go right in. He gave me directions. When I drove around a corner and could see the homes in this community, my jaw dropped. "Holy Shit. Look at these houses," I said out loud to myself. I drove slowly as I just gawked at each one as I drove by. I turned onto Oakridge Drive and saw the big "Thirty-Five" written in fancy cursive gold-leaf on the mailbox. The house sat on a rise above the road which contributed to the massiveness of the house. 'Mother-fucker,' I thought. It was probably ten thousand square feet. I drove up the cobblestone driveway and parked in front of one of the five garage doors.

 Olivia walked out to meet me as I climbed out of the van. I was wearing a tee-shirt with my company logo on the left breast. She said, "Let me show you the pool and she motioned for me to follow her. We walked around the end of the garage. The pool deck went from immediately behind the garage all the way to the other end of the house. It was over a hundred feet if it was ten. A high privacy fence surrounded it.

 I looked at the water and knew immediately what the problem was. I told Olivia that I could treat the water and it should be crystal clear by tomorrow. She seemed delighted. She asked how often I would need to work on the pool to keep it that way. I said, "Probably every few days would be enough."

 "Could you possibly come every day? My husband entertains here and he would be very embarrassed if the water ever looked like this," she said as she pointed at the pool.

 I smiled at her and said, "I could do that but it could get expensive." In my mind, I'm pumping my fist again.

 Olivia said, "Money is not an issue Hunter. Charge me twice what you normally would just so I can get your prompt attention if necessary." She went back in the house and I went to work. I backwashed the filter and it was obvious that that hadn't been done in a long while. I vacuumed and treated her pool water and put everything back in the van. I was done for the day.

 I was back the next day at 2:00 PM which she said was the best time for her. It was a particularly hot day and I was sweating profusely. I hadn't noticed Olivia standing behind her lace curtains watching me the entire time. I was wiping the sweat off my forehead with my arm which was also soaked from sweat. I bent down to scoop some cool water from the pool onto my face. 

 Olivia came out of the house in a bikini and headed toward me. The top had no business even attempting to corral her huge tits. There was far more flesh out than in. The bottom was a triangle barely covering her pussy. My cock surged to full attention at the sight. In the nylon shorts I had on, there was no way of hiding it. I pushed my hands holding the pole down below my waist.

 She walked to the opposite side of the pool from me and said, "Hunter, it is way too hot out here. Come inside and have some lemonade." I said that I was ok but she insisted and punctuated her request with a 'Please'. I nodded and lowered the pole to rest on the edge. I walked around the pool and followed her into the house. Her bikini bottom was a thong and her ass cheeks were the most perfect I had ever seen, even on the porno sites on the internet. There was no way she hadn't seen my cock tenting my shorts. Now it felt like my cock was going to rip right through them. I reached down in my underwear and tried to adjust my raging hard cock. It didn't do much good but it was better.

 I figured I would just go into the kitchen and quickly drink a glass of lemonade and then get back to work. I was embarrassed because I was shirtless and covered from head to toe in sweat. The cock sticking out in front of me didn't help any. Olivia seemed oblivious as she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher and poured a tall glass. She walked over to me as I stood in the doorway and handed me the glass.

 Then she shocked me. As I was drinking the lemonade with my head tipped back draining the glass, Olivia reached out and wiped her fingers through the sweat on my chest and rubbed it around between her thumb and index finger before she shoved both into her mouth and licked them clean. She then looked down at my tent and then back up to my face. She smiled and said, "Hunter. It looks like you're in some discomfort. Let me help you."

 I was frozen in place. I mumbled out a series of "ummms" and "eerrrrs". I watched her move her hands over my chest and over each ripped abdominal muscle and down to my waist. It was like I was watching someone else. Her finger-tips moved into the edge of my shorts and pulled the elastic out as far as it would go and then down over my rock hard cock. It sprang out and hit Olivia on the arm. She bent at her waist and pulled my shorts down to my knees. It fell from there to the floor. I was speechless. She looked back up at my face and giggled.

 Olivia said, "Hunter, you're terrified, aren't you?" I tried to be cool and tell her 'no', but it was pointless. My cock had never been harder than it was right then when she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. My cock, like the rest of me was wet with sweat. She seemed to like it. She pulled herself in close to me and kissed my chest and dragged her tongue down over my ripped abs. She moaned, 'mmmmmm' as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and then licked her lips.

 She moved her tight grip all the way down to my balls pulling the skin tight and then back up to the glans again. I shot a thick rope of cum all over her tits and stomach. She quickly bent down to push my cock into her mouth. The next shot hit her in the face. The rest of them shot into her mouth and she gagged at the sheer quantity. I was so embarrassed I could have melted through the floor. When I shot my last shot into her mouth, I thought, "Really? One jerk and I blow my load? You've got to be kidding me."

 Olivia was holding my cock at her lips as she ran her tongue around them and then all over my cock collecting cum from anywhere she could find it. She looked back up at me and smiled. She said, "Oh my God that is yummy. That was perfect. We got that first load out of the way quick. Now we can do it right." She grinned and stood up and licked more sweat from my chest.

 'What does doing it right mean," I thought. She stretched up on her toes and kissed me with a smoldering passion. I kissed her back.

 Olivia dropped back down and then bent down and scooped up my sweaty shorts. She took my hand and led me through the house to the curving stairway to the second floor. I was terrified, like she said, but I was following her. At the end of the hallway, she pushed a door open and pulled me into the most opulent bedroom I had ever seen. It was huge. I looked all around. My eyes must have been as big as dinner plates.

 Olivia dropped my hand and stepped back and reached around behind her had untied her bikini top and made a big show of pulling it off to reveal her G-cup tits. They sagged only slightly. Gravity could not be totally denied. Her nipples were large and were extremely erect. She pulled my hands to her tits and held them there as I lightly ran my palms around on her nipples. She groaned loudly. She untied the bows on each hip and let the tiny bit of material fall to the floor. Her pubic area was as hairless as a baby. I could see the top of her pussy. There were no labia showing, only a vertical slash that disappeared between her thighs.

 She grabbed my still bouncing cock and pulled me across the room toward the king sized bed. She pushed me down to sit on the edge. She pushed her lips against my still sweaty chest and kissed my nipple. She dragged her tongue all the way down my torso sinking her body to her knees. Her tongue dragged across the topside of my still rigid cock across the glans and all the way down the underside. She sucked one of my testicles into her mouth and pushed it around in the ball-sack with her tongue. She took suction with her mouth and pulled herself back and the testicle popped from her mouth. She repeated this on the other testicle.

 She wrapped her mouth along the length of my cock like she was playing a harmonica and licked her way up to the glans. She pushed the head into her wide open mouth as her tongue swirled all around the head and down the shaft. Then she shoved my cock into one of her cheeks. She was looking me right in the eyes the whole time. She closed her lips tight around the ridge and began giving me an incredible blowjob, "mmmuummpphhh." She used both hands to counter-rotate along the shaft that happened to not be in her mouth. She coordinated the mouth and hand attack and I was thinking, 'Oh my God. I'm going to shoot again.' I was trying desperately to think about anything but what she was doing to me. It was no use. I blew another load into her mouth. She kept up the blowjob action until my last shot drooled into her mouth. She smiled up at me around my cock.

 Olivia swirled the load around in her mouth mixing it with her saliva to help swallow it. It went down with a gulp. She got on her toes and pulled herself up to kiss me passionately again. When she pulled back she smiled and said, "I just absolutely love your cock." 

 I said, "I just absolutely love your tits," I paused a second and continued, "And your face, ass, legs, arms and hair." She leaned her face into my chest and giggled and pulled her body into me inhaling the odor of my sweat and slid her tits all over my torso. She pulled back again and said, "I love the smell of man-sweat. My husband is an executive and god-forbid he does anything that might cause him to sweat. He hires others to sweat for him. He doesn't even sweat when we fuck, which is getting rare. He just lays there and I have to do all the work. He was an athlete in college when I met him. He was sweaty all the time and I loved it." As if to put an exclamation point on this statement, she leaned in and licked my nipple and ran her hands all over my chest, face and stomach and then licked off her palms and said, "Mmmm. Yummy."

 Olivia pulled me off the edge off the bed and grabbed my cock like it was a rope and pulled me toward a door to what I presumed was the bathroom. It turned out to be a door to an adjoining bedroom. She climbed up on the bed and pulled me up with her. She looked up and said, "Hunter? Please eat my pussy. It has been so long since a man ate my pussy."

 I gently laid her down on her back and she pulled her knees up and spread them wide. She reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide. I didn't hesitate. I pushed my face right in and began licking her pussy with my broad tongue. She was soaking wet. The moisture was a little oily and slippery feeling. I liked the taste. I burrowed my face in deep trying to push my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. I'd never done this before. None of my few girl friends ever asked me to. I was going by sheer instinct and silently praying that I didn't fuck it up too bad. I really wanted to please this woman.

 The second I touched her pussy with my tongue she tensed every muscle in her body and groaned, "UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH." I thought I had hurt her so I pulled back. She said, well yelled really, "Get back in there and don't stop." I did as she instructed and she groaned again.

 Somewhere along my travels in her groin, I discovered a blood engorged nubbin sticking up above her vagina. I flicked my tongue on it and her hips instantly fired up into my face. She screamed, "YYEEESSSS. THAT'S THE SPOT. OOOOHHHHH FFUCCCKK. YESSS, DO THAT." I flicked the spot again and got the same response. I went back to tongue fucking her pussy and without warning I would flick the 'spot' that I assumed was the clitoris, with my index finger. She was just moaning and moaning and grunting and groaning.

 Suddenly, her hips fired up again and I could feel her pussy clenching on my tongue pushing me out. I just pushed right back in when the clench released. Olivia clamped her knees tight on the side of my face and her hands came down on the back of my head. I was trapped in heaven. I did need to breathe though so I had to turn my head a little. She was bouncing all over the bed. Every muscle was knotted. I tipped my head up a little and looked up between her tits that had lain over toward her sides a little. Her head was pushed back into the pillows so hard that it lifted her chest off the bed. Her mouth was open. She was seething air between clenched teeth. She had stopped breathing regularly. After what seemed a long time she inhaled in a gasp and yelled, "OOHHH FFFUUUCCKKK. YYESSS. OOOHHH MMMYYYY GGGOODDDDDDD." On the word, "God", she collapsed every muscle and fell to the bed. Her knees sagged off to the side and her arms fell by her hips. 

 I looked back down and was fascinated by her pussy, which was clenching and releasing. I looked up to her face as she recovered enough to acknowledge my presence. She looked down at me and said, "Holy shit, Hunter. That is the first orgasm I've had, other than self-induced, in many years. Jesus Christ. God damn it, Holy fuck."




Pool Boy



I crawled up her body kissing her all the way up to her face, with a couple of detours to suck on each nipple. I pushed myself up with my arms and gazed down into her face as she smiled up at me. "God damn, you are beautiful Olivia; in every way possible." She giggled with embarrassment and pulled me back down for a kiss.

 The tip of my cock was bouncing up and down along the slash of her pussy. The feeling on my velvet glans was incredible. She began groaning again as my cock head bounced on her clit. She looked up at me and said, "If I could have an orgasm with your cock in me, I could die a happy woman."

 I maneuvered my cock around and found the spot and slowly pushed into her. As I said before, 'My cock isn't long but it is fat' and as I pushed in, the girth stretched her pussy and she flinched. I stopped. She said, "Let me adjust to you." I could feel her relaxing and she pushed herself up giving me the signal to proceed. I had to stop once more on the way in while she 'relaxed'. I held myself until she gave the signal by pushing herself up my cock again. I stopped again when I my balls rested on her ass. She immediately started pulling herself off. 

 I took this as the signal to begin fucking her. I had done this once before with my inexperienced girl friend more than a year ago. I figured Olivia would teach me if I wasn't doing it right. I pushed in and out from tip to balls at a comfortable and gentle pace. With the previous ejaculations today, I didn't have the urge yet and I fucked her for quite a while. We were both breathing hard and she was moaning, "AAHH...AHHHH...AHHH," with each penetration. I was picking up the pace to match her gyrations. She was fucking me as much as I was fucking her. 

 Without warning, her eyes opened wide and her mouth flew open and she screamed, "UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH. OOOHHH FUUCCKK. I'MMMM CUUUMMMIINNNGGG AGAINNNN. FFFUUCCCK MMEEEE BBABBBBYY." My cock was flying in and out. I had to hold her as she flopped around on the bed. Her legs were flailing up to my hips and wrapping around my ass pulling me hard into her pelvis. Her pussy was clamping and unclamping hard on my cock and the sensation brought my balls to a boil and jizz shot up the shaft with amazing force. When the first shot launched into her in the middle of her orgasm, she screamed. It was just a scream of pleasure. There were no words or even an attempt to say words. She screamed over and over again. The screams died down to gasps as cum was purged from my balls into Olivia's quivering pussy.

 When Olivia could speak and her gasps for air slowed to just heavy breathing, she pulled her hands up to her face and pushed her hair to the sides and said, "Oh Hunter. I know you have only a little experience but, oh my God, you definitely get it. I haven't been so gloriously fucked since..... I don't remember when."

 The phone rang by the bed. Olivia didn't attempt to answer. It rang many times before it went to the answer machine. A woman's voice said, "Olivia. Are you alright? I was walking the dog and I heard screams coming from your house. If I don't get a call from you in five minutes, I'm calling the cops. God, I hope you call."

 Olivia looked up at me hovering above her and said, "Fuck. I'll have to call her back. I don't need cops busting down the door." I rolled off to the side of the bed the phone was on. She giggled because she was now going to have to climb on top of me to get to the phone. She threw one leg across my body and sat down on my crotch pressing my semi-hard cock against my lower stomach. I looked down and her pussy lips were straddling my cock. 

 She reached forward for the phone. I mauled her tits as they went by. She laughed and said, "You can't do that when I'm talking to Sophia." I released her magnificent orbs and she picked up the phone. She pressed speed dial and I could hear a woman answering on the other end. I couldn't make out much of that end of the ensuing conversation. Olivia spoke, "Hi Sophia. It's me and I'm absolutely fine." She mouthed the words 'I'm better than fine,' to me. She continued her phone conversation, "No. There's no explanation for the sound you heard." I looked down at her pussy straddling my cock and decided to tease her a little. I pivoted my hips down which dragged my cock down over her clitoris and then her pussy. I put my hand on my pelvic bone and when I pivoted my hips back up, I pushed my stiff cock-head into her pussy with my hand. I pushed it in as far as I could. 

 Olivia knew exactly what I was doing and she mouthed the words, 'You're a bad boy.' As my fatty pushed in she held the phone away from her mouth and groaned, "UUUNNNGGGGHHHH." She started riding me slowly. She gathered her senses enough to not raise suspicions from Sophia. "No. Maybe it was the wind through the trees......No. I'm home alone. The pool guy is here. He's doing some plumbing work." She smiled down at me and I pushed up into her. She said out loud, "Oh fuck. She couldn't hide it anymore as a wave of orgasm washed through her.

 She pulled the phone down to her chest and used her tit to cover the microphone. She held the phone there as she rolled through violent spasms. "UUNNNGGGGHHH" came from deep in her throat on each throb of her orgasm. I could hear the woman becoming alarmed because Olivia had stopped talking. I could only hear, "Are you alright. Olivia, talk to me. I'm calling the cops right now." At that Olivia had no choice but to respond even though she was still in the middle of a massive orgasm. She tried hard to compose a rational sentence as she flopped around on my cock. I was grinning up at her amused with her predicament. I kept right on fucking my pole up into her.

 Olivia was trying hard to gather herself. She lifted the phone back to the side of her face and was about to say something to the woman but instead, she said to me, "Hunter. Stop it. I can't concentrate." The woman said, "Oliviaaaa? Who's Hunter and what is he doing that you can't concentrate on talking to me?" Olivia had come down off her orgasm. Vaginal fluid was flowing all over my groin and down over my ball to the bed below. 

 Olivia mouthed the word, "Shit" and put the phone back to her mouth and said, "Sophia. I'm fine. In fact, I haven't been better in my life. OK?"

 I heard loud and clear when Sophia yelled into the phone, "Oh my God. Olivia, Honey. You're fucking the pool guy, aren't you? Well, fuck me."

 Olivia thought for a moment. She had wanted her tryst with Hunter to be a secret and now it was out in a blabber-mouth neighborhood craving rumor and scandal. She said, "Come by tomorrow at 2:00 and I believe I can make that happen. I could hear both sides of the conversation and I started fucking Olivia again. She blurted out, "UUUNNNGGGHHH" again right into the phone. 

 I could hear Sophia say, "Jesus Olivia. You're fucking him right now while you're talking to me aren't you? Oh fuck. I'm jealous and I'm sopping wet. I'm coming over right now." 

 Olivia tried to get a word in after "right now." but the line went dead with a click. "Oh fuck. Hunter, this is your fault you bad boy. Now she is going to be here in two minutes. I know Sophia. She'll barge right in and run up the stairs. Fuck, what are we going to do?"

 I said, "Olivia, relax. Just sit there right where you are and we'll be fucking our brains out when she comes through that door. My cock is a steel pipe again from this new twist. In fact, I'm not going to let you do anything else."

 I pushed my cock deep into her pussy and she groaned again. We heard the back door open and footfalls on the stairs. We heard Sophia say, "Olivia, where are you. I know you're here. I launched my hips up and she gave the same "UUUNNNGGGGHHH" again. Seconds later, Sophia burst into the spare bedroom and came to any immediate halt with a stunned look on her face.

 With an audience now watching, Olivia went over the top of another orgasm. Sophia's fingers went into her pants and I could see her fingers fucking her own pussy. Olivia let out a scream just like the one that started this. Sophia's legs were getting wobbly and she moved across the room and sat in an overstuffed, wingback chair by the bed.

 Olivia collapsed her tits down onto my chest. She was folded in half and she wasn't participating in the fucking motion any more. She had checked out as she rolled down off her last orgasm. It wasn't a big one. She looked up at me and said, "Hunter, baby, I'm a rag doll. I'm done sweetie." She fell off the side opposite where Sophia was sitting and didn't move again for a long time. Now Sophia had a perfect view of my cock as it stood straight up. Sophia watched it bounce up and down as she continued frigging herself off. Her throat was tight and she was breathing ragged and heavy.

 I turned my head and looked at Sophia. She barely acknowledged me. She was just staring at my cock. I said, "Sophia. Hi, my name is Hunter and I'm the pool guy." I put out my hand to shake and she pulled her hand out of her pussy and before she realized what she had done, shook my offered hand. When our hands separated, I pushed my hand into my mouth and licked Sophia's pussy juice from my fingers and palm. Sophia went red with embarrassment at what she had done. I said, "Yummy. Sophia you are delicious. Can you come over here and help me out? Olivia has done such a wonderful job of getting my cock hard but as you can see, she has so rudely left me hanging."

 Sophia smiled at me and said, "That was kind of rude of her now wasn't it?" She stood up and removed her clothes. What a beauty. She was about the same age as Olivia, late twenties. She was shorter at probably 5'2". She was lean with perfect female curves. Her tits were a C-cup, I would guess. They looked plenty large on her small frame. She had brown hair with red highlights that came down past her shoulders almost to her nipples which were standing erect. I would guess that all the women in this neighborhood were probably 'Trophy Wives' all married to older rich dudes who can't get an erection any more. She climbed up on the bed and moved over next to me.

 She smiled at me as she reached her hand around my fatty and started jerking me off. Sophia didn't seem to mind that it was coated in Olivia's creamy jizz. She didn't mind again when she sank her mouth down over the head and pushed her mouth slowly down the entire length and into her throat. My eyes bulged out of my head. She had maneuvered her body so she could watch my face and all its contortions as she gave me an amazing throat fuck. "Holy Shit!" I said.

 Sophia sucked my cock for several minutes. Again, in spite of my many orgasms, I was getting close to blowing in Sophia's face. I didn't want that to happen. I wanted to fuck her silly. She had asked for it. I wanted to give it to her. Sophia was savvy and she recognized the symptoms. She slowed her pace down and I began to get control of myself. She pulled completely off of me and said with a huge grin on her face, "Hunter. Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass before?"


My eyes about blew out of my sockets. I nearly yelled, "No!" I had heard of it obviously but it had never been offered to me as an option. My cock was bouncing again and Sophia wrapped her hand around it to stop it.

 Sophia looked over at Olivia with the obvious question on her face. Well, it seemed to be obvious to them but not to me. Olivia could barely move and just pointed at the night stand near where Sophia had been sitting. Sophia crawled across the bed and pulled a tube of KY Jelly from the drawer. She pushed a gob of jelly into her hand and then placed it on her anus. She pushed as much as she could into her bowels. She wrapped her greased fingers around my cock and pumped it a few times. From the huge grin on her face was enjoying herself.

 Sophia moved beside me and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She slapped herself on her ass-cheeks and said, "Right here big boy. Push that fatty into my ass. Go real slow. I'll have to adjust quite a bit to that thing. If I say stop you stop. I'll push back on you when I'm ready to take more."

 I eagerly moved up on my knees behind her. I put one hand on her hips and the other on my cock and guided the head to her anus which was slammed shut. I pushed it into her until the thickest part at the base of the glans passed her sphincter. She told me to stop. I held that position and I could feel her relaxing her sphincter. She pushed back on me and I pushed another couple of inched in and she flinched and told me to stop. She relaxed and pushed back. It slid more into her. She didn't say stop again, so I pushed my cock all the way in until my balls were touching her pussy.

 I held my position until she started to pull back off. The heat and the pressure were incredible. When she had pulled all the way back to the ridge of the glans, she pushed back on me and the entire cock sank to the hilt. "Unbelievable. This is literally hot," I said. 

 Sophia and I began a smooth fucking pace as my cock slid in and out of her ass. I looked down at Olivia and she had begun palming Sophia's tits as they were hanging in her face. Sophia was groaning loudly with each penetration. I could feel my balls contracting. My cock surged in size and Sophia screamed, "OOOHHHH MMYYY GGGGOODDD. I'MMMM HAVVINNGGG AN ANAL ORRRGGGAASSMM. HOLLYYY SSHHITTTT."

 When Sophia could move again, she maneuvered her torso toward Olivia so she could suck her massive tits. Olivia was moaning over and over at this new assault on her senses which had overloaded a long time before. I kept on fucking Sophia's ass as she was fucking me back. The heat and the clamping of her anus on my cock were incredible. I was just about done and Sophia knew it too. She raised her head from Olivia's tits and turned to me and said, "Hunter. Baby. Cum in my ass."

 It wasn't five seconds later but I did as she requested. Every fiber of my body was on fire and every muscle was clenched and knotted up tight. My toes, Fingers, face, chest, arms, legs. I gritted my teeth and when the first rope blasted into Sophia's ass, I groaned loudly, "UUUNNNGGGHHH. FFUCCKK. OOHH MMYYY GGGOODDD. FFUUCCCK." I thrust my hips hard into her on each blast of cum. 

 Sophia was screaming too. Her face was a contorted mask. Olivia held her head against her tits with her arms and I noticed that she was smiling up at me. When she noticed that I was watching her, she blew me an air-kiss. When Sophia had settled down and her breathing had mostly returned to normal, I pulled my cock from her ass. I noticed that her anus stayed open in a gaping maw. I couldn't resist it. I pushed my still hard cock back into her ass and as she screamed over and over again, I fucked her for another five minutes before I blew another load in her. By then, I was senseless.

 I pulled out of her and watched her catch gobs and gobs of cum drooling out of her ass into her hand. She fell to the bed and rolled on her side toward Olivia. They were face to face. Sophia brought her cum filled hand to her face and lapped as much as she could into her mouth. She looked at Olivia and pushed her hand toward her face. Olivia bent over Sophia's hand and lapped up the rest of the cum that had drooled out of Sophia's ass. I thought, 'Well I would guess that they are truly the best of friends.'

 I rolled over on my side. We all laid there for many minutes collecting our breaths. I thought, "Jesus Christ, I lost count of how many times I've cummed today." I smiled to myself and thought, "I don't have a clue how many times these two ladies have cum today."

 I had always thought it was the man's responsibility to make sure a woman had her orgasm or orgasms if she was so lucky, before the man had his. From what I could tell, both of these two beautiful women were married to men that thought otherwise.

 Sophia recovered first and sat up and sternly said, "Olivia. How long have you been keeping this a secret? Shame on you for not sharing with your best friend. You know how frustrated I've been with my husband. We sit around and bitch about constantly, and here you are with a young guy with a big fat cock who can fuck all day. Honestly."

 Olivia laughed as said, "Sophia, honey. Today was the first time." Sophia looked at me and I nodded. Sophia said, "Ok. I'm sorry. But you weren't going to share, were you?" 

 Olivia said, "Actually, I wasn't. I know how everyone in this neighborhood loves the gossip, rumor and scandals. If this gets out, it could ruin my marriage. It could ruin yours now. We can't tell anyone about this. If anyone else finds out we will have to include them in the circle." She turned to me and said, "Hunter. I have absolutely loved having sex with you today. I hadn't planned on having a troupe come through and use you like a tool."

 I laughed and said, "I loved every second of it. I don't know how many more women like you two I could handle but I would always do my best if others join in. Sophia looked over and went wide eyed when she saw my cock back up to full size again.

 Sophia said, "Holy Shit Olivia. He is like a full size, real-life dildo. He doesn't go soft for more than a few minutes." Olivia grinned at me and then at Sophia.

 Olivia said, "I guess I done good, huh?" She thought a moment and said to Sophia, "We are never going to keep this from Emma. Should we invite her over for a pool party tomorrow afternoon?" She looked at me and continued, "Hunter, if you're in, we are a click of three women all in the same boat. Do you think you could handle another horny frustrated woman like us?

 Hunter grinned at Olivia and said, "I'll give it my best and if I can't I have a friend that could help out if that is ok with you. I consider myself to be your employee. I'll do anything you want."

 Olivia said, "Hunter. I think I love you." She grinned and turned to Sophia and said, "I'll call Emma tonight and have her here tomorrow by 12:30. Maybe we can get her buzzed before 2:00 when Hunter arrives to clean the pool. She will go gaga when Hunter is working around the pool with virtually nothing on. I would love it if attacking Hunter is her idea. You know how she always talks about being horny all the time. How she is reaching her sexual peak and all that. She will be all in and hopefully, will keep her mouth shut or suffer the consequences. We all pumped fists. The plan was on.

 We all found our clothes and got dressed. Olivia opened the window in the bedroom to clear the smell of sex. I kissed Olivia and then Sophia. I think I floated out to the pool where I gathered up the equipment I had been using and put it in my van. I nearly killed myself driving home with my mind replaying the greatest day of my life; at least until tomorrow.

 I called my friend, Noah, to ask him if he would be available tomorrow afternoon if I got jammed up on a job. He said he was free. I certainly didn't tell him what the job might be. This secret had to be kept between the three of us or four. Personally, I wanted to put it on the news.

 The next morning, I was at the public pool doing my thing. I was a scatter-brain. I couldn't concentrate on the job at all. It took me way longer to do the job. There was no question about doing a bad job. My dad's reputation would be harmed and I wouldn't allow that. When I was finished I moved onto the second job. I was late but I was able to force myself to think straight.

 At 2:00 PM, exactly, I drove into Olivia's driveway and parked where she had instructed me. I got the necessary equipment and carried it around the garage to the pool. I casually noticed that there were people sitting on one end of the deck. I paid them no attention. I returned to get the chemicals I routinely used. It was as hot today as it was yesterday. I stripped off my tee-shirt as usual. I had previously stripped out of my underwear and I was wearing only my nylon athletic shorts. My soft cock hung down my left leg. Nothing showed but anyone who wanted to look could see the contour of my cock hanging down.




Pool Boy



As I set up to begin cleaning the pool, Olivia walked over in her smoking hot bikini that she wore for a minute yesterday. I was trying to keep my cock in check but at the sight of Olivia's huge tits bulging out of her skimpy top, it jumped up. 'Shit,' I thought. There was no question that I had a hard-on now. She said that the plan was on. Emma was here and they had been pounding down the alcohol for an hour now. I looked over and saw Sophia. She was also wearing a thong bikini. Her body looked fantastic in it. She waved at me.

 Olivia told me the older woman is Emma who was nearing forty. I told Olivia I would just keep working. I would be getting sweaty again. I kidded Olivia a little and asked if she would be able to keep her hands off my sweaty body. She giggled as she turned to head back to her friends who were all sitting under umbrellas ogling me. I couldn't make out much of the details as they were in shade and I was in bright sun.

 I went to work with the long pole scrubbing the sides and floor and vacuuming the entire pool. My chest, abs, arms and back muscles rippled as I kind of exaggerated the tension necessary to move the aluminum pole around. I used my mirrored sunglasses to allow me to look over at the four women without them knowing I was looking. I could see that they were looking at me. I also knew that Olivia and Sophia would be egging Emma on to make a move on me.

 I had slowly moved down the pool toward their location. I decided that having a woody tenting these nylon shorts would help the plan. Sophia must have had the same idea. She got up from her lounge chair and walked toward me. My cock surged to full staff when I saw her coming. She walked up close and while pointing at my tent, said loud enough for the others to hear "Is that a pool-tool or are you just glad to see me."

 I laughed and said, "With three gorgeous women sitting here in their bikinis a guy doesn't stand a chance. I hope you're not offended. I'll try to keep it under control. Sorry." She grinned at me with her back to the others and winked. She asked if I could show her how to use the long pole connected to a long hose going to the filter. I invited her in close to me and handed the pole to her. She held it like I was but she didn't have the strength to move it very well. I bent over her shoulder to put my hands next to hers and helped her move it forward and back. She was trapped by my arms on either side of her and my body behind her and the water in front. She 'accidently' back into me and her bare back pressed into the hard tent in my shorts. She jumped forward and almost fell in the pool. I threw my arm around her waist and lifted her off to the side. She squealed and started laughing. She retreated to her friends but looked back and pointed at the tent and then at her mouth.

 I was close enough now that I could hear them laughing and talking about my muscles or my boner. Sophia was goading Emma to go try the cleaning pole. Sophia said, "Emma you never know when you might need some skills to get a real job." 

 Emma had been teased enough. She launched herself up out of her chair and walked over to me. She was a very attractive woman of about forty and she had no makeup on. She showed some stretch marks just above her bikini line. Either she had been heavy at one time or she had given birth. My guess was the latter. She obviously worked out. Her body was toned and tight. She stood around 5'5" with large tits. Not as big as Olivia but they were all natural. Her hair was short and blonde. The glint off her huge diamond on her hand nearly blinded me.

 She walked up to me and introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Emma. I'm a neighbor of Olivia. I'm looking for a regular Pool Cleaner too. Do you have any time in your schedule?"

 I responded, "Hello, Emma. It's nice to meet you. My name is Hunter. It happens that I do have space in my schedule to take you on as a client. When is a good time for you?" After the business was tended to, Emma stood there and watched as I pushed the pole up and down the sides and across the bottom. My arm and chest muscles tensed as I pushed and pulled.

 She said, "That looks like its hard work. Can I try it?" I handed her the pole and she held it like I had and moved herself in front of me. She tried to hold the vacuum head against the side of the pool but she couldn't do it. I moved in behind her shapely ass and put my hands beside hers and pulled the pole up the side. She had already spied my boner stretching out my nylon shorts. As we pulled on the pole together she staggered backward. She took one hand off the pole and reached behind her to wrap her fingers around my cock with the nylon shorts between her hand and my cock. 

 She leaned back against my chest like she was catching herself. She adjusted her hand and pushed it up under the leg of the shorts and now she was tightly gripping my cock skin to skin. Emma looked over at her friends. They had a shocked look on their faces as they knew what she was doing. She turned to face me and switch my cock over to her other hand. She was jerking me off now. She kissed my bare sweaty chest and pushed herself in to me. She looked up at me and I bent down and kissed her lips. She returned a passionate embrace as she kept jacking on my cock. She glanced back at her friends. Their mouths were hanging open.

 Emma went down on one knee and pulled my shorts down to the deck. Now all the women could see my cock pushing in and out of Emma's hand. Emma pushed my cock into her mouth and moved down the entire length. When my cock pushed into her throat, I groaned and pulled her head in tighter. I wanted every millimeter of me in her mouth. I started fucking her face at a steady pace, "Mmmmppphhhh," came out of her mouth with each penetration.

 Olivia and Sophia were smiling broadly at each other. Their plan was working. Olivia and Sophia stripped their bikinis off and laid down on their lounge chairs. They were both finger-fucking themselves and mashing their tits. The vision of Emma sucking Hunter's cock was incredibly erotic. Both Olivia and Sophia had been wet all day waiting for this. 

 Olivia's orgasm washed in like a tidal wave. She screamed, "UUUNNNGGGHHH." She was moaning, "OOOHHH...OHHH...OHHH," with each spasm. 

 Olivia's orgasm pushed Sophia over and she groaned out loudly, "UUUNNNGGG." Followed quickly by "AHHHH.... AHHH....AHHH," and then "I'MMM CUUUMMMINNNNGGG. FFUUCCKKK." A loud squishing sound came out of her pussy as her fingers flew.

 Olivia and Sophia recovered from their orgasms and came over and suggested that we take this into the house were we could all be comfortable. I held up one finger and said, "Hold on a minute. Emma is sucking cum up from my toes. Oh Fuck. Emma, I'm going to cum. Jesus." Emma already knew and she increased her full shaft blowjob. As my cock surged, she pulled back to clamp her clips on the ridge as rope after rope of thick, gooey cum exploded into her mouth. She couldn't handle all of it and she couldn't swallow it fast enough before another surged in.

 Cum was pushing out her cheeks and her lips were distended. As another shot was expelled her eyes went wide. The tendons in her throat were tightened as she was furiously trying to swallow. Finally she lost the battle and cum pushed out of her mouth and down the sides of my cock and down to her chin before drooling off onto her tits. She gagged and coughed the rest of the cum in her mouth out and another torrent of cum washed down over my cock, which was still in her mouth. With all the coughing and gagging, she wouldn't give it up.

 Olivia and Sophia, who were standing only a foot away when they saw the predicament Emma was in and they launched into action. Sophia knelt on one side of me and Olivia on the other. They both clamped their mouths on the length of my cock and began slurping cum from Emma's mouth off my cock.

 At that moment, I had Olivia and Sophia sliding up and down on the sides of my cock like they were playing a double sided harmonica and Emma's beautiful mouth perched on the end of my cock. I wished I had a camera right then.

 Emma was still struggling trying to swallow what was still in her mouth. Olivia and Sophia were satisfied that my cock was as clean as a whistle and they turned their attention down to the gobs of cum on Emma's tits. By the time Olivia and Sophia had Emma's tits all clean; Emma had finished swallowing the rest of my load. Emma looked at the three of us and said, "Oh my God. That was so yummy." 

 Olivia, Sophia and Emma all stood up beside me and we all hugged each other. My cock was still hard and Emma wrapped her hand around it and pulled it like a rope as they headed for the house with me in tow.

 Olivia led the way back up to the same bedroom. Emma towed me up the stairs. Olivia came over and whispered in my ear. She asked me to get up in the middle of the bed and wait for them. They had to have a conversation together to make sure everyone was on the same page. I did as directed. I was lying on my back with my stiff shaft pointing straight toward the ceiling fan above the bed.

 The three of them were naked now as they congregated across the room at Olivia's instance. Emma just wanted at my cock and was agitated by this conference. I watched these three naked extremely attractive 'trophy-wives' in an animated conversation. I knew that Olivia and Sophia were only making sure that no one would ever know about this. Ever. Emma was fully on board as she understood the implications to her cushy life if even a rumor got back to her husband. If Emma was thinking right, she would have walked away but she wasn't. She was all in.

 Emma came over and climbed up on the bed on one side of me and immediately sank her mouth down the entire length of my cock. Emma was an accomplished cocksucker and had no trouble deep-throating my cock. She continued her fantastic blowjob for several minutes before pulling off me. She moved up my body and placed one knee on either side of my head and pushed her pussy down into my face. She was holding on to the headboard and grinding herself on my face. I was busy tongue fucking her and trying to breath.

 Olivia moved her pussy onto my now vacant cock. I knew that since I had cum ten minutes ago that my next cum would not be as quick. She was rocking her pussy back and forth on my cock and fingering her clit at the same time. I pulled back from Emma's pussy and mumbled, "Oh my God. That feels wonderful." Her pussy was so tight,' I thought. I groaned up into Emma's pussy. 

 Olivia and Emma had massive, bone crushing orgasms at the same time. They were both gyrating around on my face and cock. They both were groaning out, "AHHHH's" with each spasm. Vaginal fluid was pouring out of Emma and I was lapping it up as fast as I could. I could feel Olivia's pussy clamping hard to be cock and then release it and clamp again. She had lost her muscle control and had stopped her fucking motion. I began rocking my hips up into her to keep the fucking motion going. She screamed and flooded into another orgasm. 'Holy Shit,' I thought.

 Sophia sat patiently in the wing-back chair by the bed. She slouched forward so none of her juices would drool down between her legs onto the silk fabric. She was frigging herself as she watched the action. She had a few orgasms but she was horny for a cock. 'There is nothing as good as a real-live cock,' she thought.

 Emma recovered from her huge orgasm and fell off my face to the bed beside me. I could see into her pussy and it was still pulsing like it was trying to grab something. Olivia was recovering from her multiple orgasms and was gasping for her breath. Her hands were mashing her tits. I was afraid she would rupture whatever bag she had in there for enhancements. She took a huge gasp and her breathing became more normal. She pulled herself back and rolled over beside Emma.

 Sophia was waiting for her opportunity and as soon as Olivia keeled over, she was out of her chair and on the bed. She pulled me up and off onto the floor. I was initially confused but when Sophia moved to the foot of the bed and bent over with her legs spread wide, I got it. I moved my hard cock to her pussy and pushed straight in until my balls slapped against her clit. She screamed from the onslaught. She reached down between her legs and pulled my balls against her clit.

 Before I could even move, Sophia was engaged in another orgasm. She was mashing my balls into her clit. Her hips pulsed hard away from me and then hard back into me. She was moaning, "AHHH...AHHH..AHHH," with each pulse. She had her tits in a death grip which slowly started to relax. Only when she had come down off her orgasm did I start fucking her pussy from behind. I pulled my balls out of her hand and extracted my cock to the head and pushed back in hard. I built up the pace from slow and gentle to fast and hard and she had three orgasms before I could feel myself rapidly coming to climax. As my load poured into her, she screamed again, "UUUNNNGGGHHH. YEESSSS. GGIVVEE IT TO MMEEEEE."

 Olivia and Emma both sat up on the bed to watch Sophia with her torso draped over the footboard. Her face was down into the bedding trying to drown out her screams. I was standing behind her with my hands firmly grabbing her hips as I pummeled her pussy. My chest muscles and abs and arms were all pulled tight from my climax. Sophia's legs began to buckle and I pressed her harder into the footboard to pin her there until my last spurt was safely deposited in her pussy. We were both sucking air as hard as we could. 

 I started pulling out of Sophia but Olivia said, "Wait right there." I looked at her with some confusion. Olivia launched herself off the bed and came around beside me and knelt down on the carpet. She said, "OK." I pulled my cock out and Olivia shoved her face into Sophia's pussy and began sucking cum from her. Olivia was mumbling, "Yummmyyyyy," into her pussy. She slurped and sucked for a couple minutes until she was satisfied that cum stains wouldn't appear on the carpet at the foot of the bed. They obviously wouldn't belong to her husband.

 The frenzy was over and all three women collapsed on the bed side by side. None of them moved a muscle for ten minutes. I moved back away from the bed and sat down in another overstuffed chair near the door. Just gazing over at these gorgeous naked women was way more than I needed to get my cock back up to full size. I was stroking it slowly as my imagination ran amok. 

 Emma was the first to stir. She rolled off the bed to the floor. She crawled across the room toward me. Her big tits were hanging to her elbows and they swayed side to side as the approached. She had a very sultry look on her face as she pulled herself up the chair. She took my cock out of my hand and jacked it up and down a few times and she moved to kneel at my feet. She sat her ass down on her feet. She rested her tits on my knees. My cock surged harder with the tits move. As she jacked my cock she licked all around her lips as if to lubricate them before she pushed them down over the head of my cock. "Mmmmpppphhhh," was the only sound in the room each time she pushed her mouth down to my balls. Olivia and Sophia rolled on to their front and held themselves up with their elbows watching Emma give me a throat-job. 

 I heard Sophia say to Olivia, "Jesus. Emma is one great cocksucker, isn't she?"

 Olivia whispered back, "I know. I had no idea. She is always so staid. I'll never think about her the same as I did yesterday. Jesus. She's a freak." Sophia grinned broadly back at her.

 I was thoroughly enjoying Emma's throat-job when all hell broke loose in slow motion. I didn't notice anything wrong at first. I was concentrating on Emma's lips sliding up and down my cock, when I heard Sophia say, "Oh Fuck!" I looked up at Sophia and she and Olivia were up on their butts looking past me toward the door.

 I turned my head toward the door and saw a girl standing there in her bikini. Even with the shocked look on her face, she was incredibly beautiful. She was tall and slim. Her C-cup tits looked large on her thin frame. She had all the right curves in all the right places. I didn't know who she was. Then it occurred to me. She looked a lot like Emma. 'Oh fuck,' I thought.

 The new arrival just stood there in the doorway gawking at Emma with my pole in her mouth. I looked back down at Emma and tapped her on the shoulder. Her eyes had been closed as she was luxuriating in her blowjob. She opened her eyes and in her peripheral vision saw someone standing there. With my cock still ensconced she turned to look at the person in the doorway.

 Emma's eyes went wide when she saw that it was her eighteen year old daughter Alexis. She was busted and she stopped the blowjob but kept her lips on my cock buried half-way down. Her eyes didn't leave her daughters eyes, which were boring into her mother's face. 

 Alexis finally spoke, "Mom? What the fuck. I get home from school to find a note on the table that you are at a pool party at Olivia's. I decide that it's so hot I will join you. I get to the pool and find bikinis and nylon shorts lying all over the place and now I find you with a cock buried in your throat? Jesus Christ!"

 I was shocked that Emma had not pulled herself off my cock the moment she saw her daughter standing there. I was even more shocked when she went right back to sucking my cock as she maintained eye contact with Alexis. Again, "mmmuuummmmpppphhh," was the only sound in the room with each deep penetration into Emma's throat.

 Alexis took two steps closer to her mother and said, "Mom. Stop." Emma didn't stop. Alexis said, "Jesus mom. At least you could offer me some." Everyone in the room was stunned except Emma. She just smiled around my cock and pulled her face off me and pointed it at Alexis. 'Holy Fuck,' I thought.

 Alexis walked directly to her mother and sank down on her knees. I spread my knees wider to give her room to move in beside her mother. Emma was smiling at her daughter as Alexis wrapped her hand around my cock. She said, "Jesus mom. This is a big fatty isn't it?" Emma nodded.

 Alexis sank her mouth onto my cock and I groaned loudly, "Mmmmpppphhh." Alexis pushed her lips down the shaft slowly so she could adjust to the size. I was again shocked when her tongue was flicking on my balls with my cock pushed deep in her throat.

 Olivia looked at Sophia with shocked face and said, "Oh my God. I never would have guessed."

 Sophia said, "Sweet Jesus. Me neither."

 Emma was caressing her daughters back and shoulders as Alexis began giving me an incredible blowjob with occasional periods of Throatjob with periods of blowjob/handjob. She was mixing it all up and the sensation was unbelievable. In less than five minutes I knew I was about to explode again. I was polite and said louder than I had wanted, "OH FUCK. I'M GOING TO CUM." Alexis just smiled at me around my cock. 

 Emma leaned in and whispered loud enough for me to hear "Take his load baby. Show him how it's done." Alexis looked at her mother and smiled as she nodded. I felt my cum surging up my shaft like a run-away freight train. Alarms were sounding in my brain. I was gritting my teeth trying desperately to hold it back. There was no holding this one back. This was nuclear. With incredible force I blew my first shot into Alexis' mouth. It shot directly to the top of her throat. She slammed her eyes shut and coughed a little to get it back in her mouth. She never pulled off and she took every drop without swallowing. Her lips were pressed hard up against the tip to make extra room for cum in her mouth. Her cheeks blew out.

 When I finished, she pushed her tongue out of her mouth and licked cum from the eye. She turned toward her mother and opened her mouth to show her. Alexis' mouth was full of cum. She swirled it around in her mouth and bend down to Emma's face and they embraced. Everyone in the room knew that Alexis was pushing her cum load into her mother's mouth.




Pool Boy



When they separated, Emma now had the distended cheeks and lips and Alexis was running her tongue around her own lips licking up anything that even tasted like cum. When she was done she bent back down to embrace her mother again. When they pulled apart, Alexis had half and Emma kept the other half. Emma and Alexis turned to face me and opened their mouths to show me. They swirled their tongues around in their open mouths and then both swallowed it all at the same time. One thought came to my mind, 'Fuck, they've done this before. This is a routine.'

 Alexis was shocked to see that after only a few minutes, my cock was back up again. Alexis turned to her mother with a shocked look and said, "No way!"

 Emma smiled at her daughter and said, "Way. Go ahead. Give it a spin." She turned to Olivia and Sophia with a look that asked them if it was OK. Olivia nodded first followed by Sophia.

 Alexis stood up and stripped off her bikini. My cock surged larger. Her tits actually pointed upward. There was not a hint of sag. She couldn't even hold a pencil under them. Her nipples were nearly an inch long and were as hard as erasures. Her eyes were flashing with excitement as she pulled me up and back down on her. She was on her back with her knees up and splayed wide. Her hands were pulling her labia aside to give me full access to her pussy. I pushed my face into her pussy and began lapping her pussy from top to bottom. She was soaking wet. I tongue fucked her for a few minutes and fingered her clitoris which stuck out nearly a half inch. She was groaning loudly with my attack.

 She lifted her head and said, "FUCK ME." I pulled my soaking wet face up and went to move my hips between her legs. She pulled her legs together and lifted both legs up and pulled her knees back to her chest exposing her pussy below her feet. I moved up and held her feet as I pushed my cock in. With her legs closed, the tightness in her teen pussy was fantastic. I pumped my hips in and out once before Alexis climaxed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. Then her mouth emitted no sound at all even as her mouth was open. She heaved her chest up high and slammed back down as her hips surged up and slammed back down. She was using her legs that I was holding as leverage to force her hips up on to my cock.

 I began fucking her pussy for all I was worth. She screamed out again, "OOOHHH..FFFUUUCCKKK. I'MMM CCCUUMMMINNGGG AAGGAAIINN." She writhed all over the floor. Emma came over and pushed her lap up under her head so Alexis could watch herself getting royally fucked and to hold her as she flailed around. I wanted to fuck this girl all day but after ten minutes in her tight pussy and I was going to cum. It was going to be a monster cum too. Every muscle in my body seized and it hung there for seconds before I went over the top and exploded into Alexis' pussy. She screamed out again, "UUUNNNGGGHHH." Followed by,"OHH... OHHH...FFUUCCKKK. MMMOOOMMMM. HHEE'SSS....KILLINNNGGG ....MMMEEEE." Emma just smiled at me as I continued to launch my hips as if to gain some additional momentum on the cum I was firing into her.

 Alexis took a long time to come down from her orgasm. I left my semi-hard cock in her until she was ready to separate. She pulled herself away and my cock slipped out. It dropped to a position that was not near hanging straight down. She looked at me and looked up at her mother's face, still above her, and said," Jesus Christ mom. Does he ever get soft?"

 Emma smiled down at Alexis and said, "Not since I've been here he hasn't."




(I have some thoughts for continuing this story. If comments are positive....Stay tuned.....)



Pool Boy Ch. 02



[College boy, Hunter has started his own pool cleaning business and has been hired by a wealthy 'Trophy Wife' Olivia. As you might expect in stories on Literotica, she seduced him and is caught by another member of her clique. Together they bring in the third and final member of their clique. It's a good thing that Hunter has a useful condition where his dick doesn't go soft when he is visually stimulated. The third member's daughter, who is soon to graduate from high school, shows up and joins the fray.] 

[Thanks to Headitor for his editing assistance.] 

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The room got very quiet after I finished off Alexis. Olivia and Sophia had lain back on the bed with a hand on each other's tit. Emma and her daughter Alexis had cuddled up on the floor. I moved back into the chair by the bedroom door. I was really trying to get my cock to go completely soft but the visual stimulation in the room with three mature, beautiful, naked women and Alexis, an equally beautiful, naked girl of my own age, prevented that from happening. 

I focused on Alexis. She was apparently graduating from high school in a few weeks, which would put her only one year behind me. I had never seen her before, so she didn't go to the local high school I graduated from. 'There is no way she would have gone un-noticed, she's gorgeous,' I thought. She must go to a private school. With all the money in this neighborhood, that was very likely. There were two exclusive private schools in the area. Many of my friends hang out at the closest one, in hopes of snagging a rich girl. 

Olivia suddenly sat bolt upright, startling Sophia. Sophia pushed herself up on her elbows and said to Olivia, "What's wrong?" 

Olivia looked at Sophia and said, "I was thinking about the big charity soiree my husband is hosting here tomorrow night." 

Sophia said, "What about it?" 

Olivia looked away from Sophia and gazed off into space. "All the immediate neighbors will be here and all of my husband's clients and prospective clients. I think even some of your husband's clients are invited. There are going to be over a hundred people dressed up in tuxedos and gowns," said Olivia more to herself than to Sophia. A smile started to form on Olivia's face. 

Sophia noted the developing smile, "Oliviaaaaa. What are you thinking? You have the most devilish smile on your face. Come on. Whatever it is, I'm in." 

Olivia turned her focus back to Sophia, "You know how bone crushingly boring this thing is. We have it every year. The nosey bitches in the neighborhood crowd together and talk about rumors and scandal. Our husbands completely ignore us all night as they circle their clients like great whites. We always have a terrible time. We don't know anyone but the three of us." 

Sophia used a moment of Olivia's silence to ask, "So what? The party goes on all night. We usually get as bombed as everyone else and go to bed earrrrrrrlllllyyyy." Sophia broke into the same devilish smile. Her eyes lit up like a light bulb just came on. She looked at Olivia who was nodding. She knew they were on the same page. 

Sophia noticed Olivia's nipples were getting hard. With a huge grin on her face, she said, "Oooo-hooo. Olivia darling, you are a genius." They smacked their hands together in a high-five. 

Olivia announced to the silent room, "Hey ladies. Let's conference. Everyone on the bed." 

Emma was always annoyed with Olivia's 'conferences'. She complied, but with an attitude. Olivia asked Alexis, who wasn't in their clique before, but was now, to join them. All four naked women were sitting on the bed. I stayed in the chair with an amused look on my face, absent-mindedly stroking my hardening cock. I figured that I was going to be part of the plan. 

Olivia's first order of business was to make sure that Alexis understood the consequences of saying a word to anyone about what had happened today. Alexis said she understood. Her mother looked at her sternly, giving her a look. Alexis said "What Mom? This is no big deal. Not compared to some other secrets we..." 

Emma cut her off in mid-sentence, "ALEXIS! ENOUGH!" 

Alexis dropped her eyes to look at her hands and said "Sorry, Mom." 

There was total silence in the room as Olivia and Sophia contemplated what that exchange was about. The each knew they weren't any more immune to gossiping than anyone else. There was something juicy going on and they would do everything they could to ferret it out. But that was for another time. 

Olivia talked through her plan for tomorrow night. When she was done, the 'Three Amigos' had huge smiles on their faces. Emma's attitude was gone. Alexis, however, was somber. Sophia noticed and knew immediately what her problem was. Alexis had never attended before. No-ones' children were included. Emma was silent as she looked at Alexis then they all became silent as they sought out a solution. 

Emma's eyes lit up and the others looked at her. "A few years ago, Joan brought her eighteen year old son. Her husband was traveling somewhere and she didn't want to come alone. Alexis is eighteen now. She can't legally drink and she won't." She looked sternly at Alexis to make sure she got the 'she won't' comment. 

Alexis' frown changed to a smile as she realized that she would be able to participate in this plan. She wouldn't need alcohol. She was thinking, 'I'm going to be high on cock.' She glanced over at me. 

Olivia motioned for me to come join them. I slid up on the bed between Alexis and Emma and looked across at Olivia. As she explained about the party tomorrow night and went through the details of her plan, Alexis' concentration had drifted to my cock which was a little more than semi-erect. She wrapped a hand around its girth and slowly began to jack it. 

My concentration on Olivia's plan drifted to Alexis' hand on my cock. Olivia noticed and snapped her fingers in my face. I looked back at her. She was asking me if I understood everything. Did I have any questions? I nodded that I understood and said "No questions." 

Emma noticed that her daughter was jerking my cock which was of course back to full size again. Alexis was licking her tongue around her lips. Olivia and Sophia were still discussing 'the plan'. Alexis moved her head down to my lap and slurped on the tip of my cock. She opened her mouth wide and ran the tip of my cock all around the inside of her mouth. She pushed it into her cheeks and Lathed her tongue around the glans and down and around the shaft. Alexis moaned with passion. Emma was watching her daughter display her cock-sucking skills. She smiled proudly thinking that she had taught her daughter well.' 

Emma let Alexis push her mouth down my shaft all the way to my balls, "MMMMUUUMMMPPPHHH." When she came back up and off with a mouthful of saliva, she let it fall on the tip of my cock and lubed the whole length with one stroke of her hand. 

Emma pushed Alexis back and said, "You guys have all had the pleasure of fucking this cock, but I haven't. It's my turn." She moved me into the middle of the bed between all four of them and threw a leg across my hips. With one hand on my chest she guided my cock into her pussy and then sat down in one push. She screamed with pleasure and pain - she'd not allowed herself to adjust to the girth. She screamed again, "Mother-fucker. This fatty is bigger than I thought." She sat there for a moment and then pulled her feet up and planted them at my hips. 

She leaned backward and put her hands behind her on my thighs. Her big tits were pushed up high and I couldn't resist mashing them lightly and tweaking her nipples. Emma was using her arms as pivot points as she pushed herself up my shaft with her legs. She intentionally angled her hips so that my cock was sliding along the top of her vagina. She took long strokes up and down my cock. Her big tits had rolled around on her chest and then slowly slid toward her sides. They didn't go far. Her nipples were hard and long. Alexis couldn't resist them and she bent down to kiss each one. 

I aided Emma's movement by pivoting my own hips. At that time, I didn't know jack about G spots. I thought she was pushing my cock up and down at that angle to stimulate her clitoris. All I knew for sure was that Emma knew how to fuck. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be sparking. After several minutes of this, everyone was waiting for Emma to tire from her exertions. I was trying to help her but I had very little leverage from my position. 

Emma had been mostly quiet as she fucked my pole. She seemed to be concentrating on something. She would slow her descent when the fattest part of my glans was about 3 or 4 inches into her pussy, before moaning softly and continuing her slide down. She adjusted her hips to change the angle as she drove herself up and down my cock. 

Everyone was watching in fascination as we could see Emma steadily building toward her climax. Her hips rocked and her chest seemed to pulse in time with her hips. Her toes curled up under her feet. Her head was tipped back with her mouth open. Her facial muscles were tensed and tight. Her neck tendons were taught. She was moaning continuously, getting louder and the pitch was getting higher like a jet engine spooling up. 

Suddenly, Emma released all of her muscle tensions and exploded into her orgasm. She screeched and screamed louder than I had heard so far. As if she were in the eye of a storm, she looked at Olivia and calmly said, "I'm sorry." 

I'm thinking, 'Sorry for what?' Olivia seemed to know 'what' and she said, "Oh Fuck, stand back girls." Olivia and Sophia moved to the side. Emma was back in her storm and groaning with an increased pitch and urgency. Alexis had a horrified look on her face. She didn't know what was wrong. 

Emma's muscles contracted again and then immediately released, her hips launched up and off my cock and a stream of milky fluid launched up my chest and hit me square in my face. It splattered all over Olivia and Sophia who were frantically trying to ward the fluid away with their hands. Everything seemed to go into slow-motion. The looks on everyone's contorted faces were comical. 

Emma's 'squirt' lasted several seconds. She was rubbing her fingers on her clit and the stream changed to a broad spray and back to a stream. Alexis was covered. She pushed her hand down on her mother's groin trying to block it at the source. It just sprayed even further afield. Emma was still screaming. Her fingers were fucking into her vagina reaching for her G spot. As the squirting diminished, her face was still contorted. She screamed out again and just as Alexis pulled her hand away, another smaller stream fired from Emma's pussy soaking me all over again. Alexis pushed her hand back down as a shield. 

When the second stream finished, Emma collapsed on the bed at my feet. The entire bed was soaked as was everyone on it. Olivia and Sophia were holding their arms up and shaking the fluid off their hands. They were both sputtering on whatever got in their mouths. Milky fluid hung from their eyelashes and the tips of their noses. Emma had not moved since her second squirt had finished. More fluid was bubbling out of her pussy onto the bed. 

Alexis was sputtering too and she said, "Mommmm! What the fuck was that? Are you OK?" 

Emma turned her head to her daughter and smiled. With a voice that sounded like total contentment she said to no one and everyone, "Wow. I haven't done that in twenty years. I'm sorry for this awful mess, Olivia. I was hoping I could do that but it has been so long I didn't think it would happen. Whewwww. Oh my God. Hunter, baby, you had better be ready for another one of those, but let's do it outside by the pool." 

I was wiping her fluid off my face with my saturated hands. I pushed my fingers into my mouth and cleaned them off. "Yyyuuummm. Emma, can you bottle this?" Everyone burst out laughing. Emma started laughing too and more fluid gushed out of her. 

When Emma was able to move again, we all climbed off the drenched bed. We stood there with Emma's 'fluid' running down our bodies to the floor. Olivia saw what was happening and she shushed us out of the bedroom, through the Master Bedroom to the Master Bathroom shower. It was big enough for all five of us. 

Olivia entered last and shut the huge floor to ceiling glass door. She punched some buttons on a digital display panel and hot water immediately sprayed down from above and from the sides. Olivia passed the soap dispenser around and everyone took a glob and started washing ourselves. 

Alexis, who had her blowjob interrupted by her mother, noticed that my cock was still rock hard. She knelt to the tile floor and rinsed soap from my cock before she pushed her head back down on it. I was hoping someone would notice that I hadn't cum when Emma's eruption distracted everyone. Alexis looked up into my eyes and smiled around my cock. She started a tip to balls blowjob with her hands on my thighs. My head rocked back hard and I groaned with her assault. 

Now everyone knew what was happening. No one wanted to interrupt Alexis again. They rinsed themselves off and Olivia and Sophia stepped out and dried each other off. Emma found a tiled bench and sat down to watch. She was fingering herself, spurred on by the erotic sight of her own daughter giving a blowjob to the pool boy. 

Alexis noticed that everyone had gone except her mother. The water was still spraying from the ceiling and the walls. When she saw that her mother was frigging herself, she pushed one hand into her own groin. Her fingers worked their way into her pussy. She pulled her mouth back and placed her other hand on the base of my cock and began jacking me off while her tongue was flicking over my glans. She increased the speed of her handjob then shoved her mouth back down again and picked up the same pace. I was groaning and so was Emma. 

Emma exploded into her orgasm first, "UUUNNNGGGHHHH. OOHHH. FUUUCCCKKK. GGGODDDD." Alexis glanced from my face to her mother writhing on the tile floor where she had slid from the bench. I was trying to wait for Alexis' orgasm but that was not to be. I thrust my hips into her face just as the first stream of thick, gooey, pearly white sperm fired into the back of her throat. 

Alexis cleared it into her mouth and swallowed as fast as she could. She collected the rest of the cum in her mouth and when I was done she crawled across the floor and shared my load with her mother again. 

Mother and daughter washed each other's bodies as I sat on the bench and watched. They were so sensuous with each other and my cock popped back up again. I put my hands over it. I was done. They were done too. 

We figured out how to shut the shower off and dried ourselves and headed for the stairs. I noticed that the bedding had been stripped to the mattress, when the three of us walked by the door to the bedroom. Alexis and Emma grabbed up their bikinis and put them on. All the other suits and my shorts were out by the pool. 

We all walked out to the pool. Olivia, Sophia and I were naked. I was still trying to hide my erect cock. I was exhausted. Besides, I was feeling a dull pain in my balls. I had only experienced that when I was jacking off multiple times in a row while watching porn videos. I figured I needed to give them a rest. I pulled on my shorts and stood and watched Olivia and Sophia wiggle into theirs. 

Olivia came over and wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself into me. She felt my hard cock but she didn't acknowledge it. She stretched up on her toes and kissed me hard on the lips. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Hunter, are you sure you're in for our plan for tomorrow night?" I vigorously nodded. I was in for anything that included fucking these gorgeous women. "OK. I'll meet you at the public pool at noon. There will be a lot of activity here with the maids all morning and caterers starting around 1:00 pm. I'll stash you in the same bedroom. Just be ready for us. We'll be in and out all night." She reached down and squeezed my erect cock and said, "I know you'll do fine." 

I grinned down at her and said, "I can't wait." 

I picked up all my equipment and returned it to the van. I quickly spread chlorine in the pool and returned the bucket to the van. They all stood in the driveway in their bikinis and threw air-kisses at me as I drove off. 

I cradled my balls in my hand as I drove. The dull throb was still there. My cock was slowly going soft. I drove into my parent's driveway and jumped out of the van. I was pulling my tee-shirt on as I walked up the walkway to the front door. My mom was in the kitchen and she commented on how late I was. I explained that I had a couple new pools to service. I smiled as I said 'service'. Mom said that dinner would be on in a half-hour. I went to my room and lay down on my bed. I promptly fell sound asleep, thinking of Alexis. My mom pulled me out of a dream of Alexis sucking on my cock and I was pitching a tent again. I ate quickly and chatted with my parents. 

The next morning I was like a 'cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof' as I worked my way through my two regular jobs. My dick was hard as an iron pipe with anticipation. At noon I was back at the Public Pool. I nonchalantly climbed in the passenger seat of Olivia's SUV. After she drove away, I climbed into the back and lay on the floor with a blanket over me. The blackout windows would make sure no one at the guard house saw anything suspicious as she drove through. Olivia drove right into the garage. From there it was a breeze to get me upstairs to the bedroom as we were the only ones in the house. 

I was wearing jeans, sockless sneakers and a tee-shirt. My cock was pushing against the denim material when Olivia wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself in close to kiss me. God, she smelled good. She rubbed her tits on my abs and rocked her hips into me so she could feel my cock through our clothes. She moaned. We stood there like that for a minute or so. 

Olivia looked up at me and said, "Hunter, I'm going to need a sample before tonight. My pussy is dripping. Can you help me?" 

I turned her around and sat her down on the chair by the bed. I backed off and pulled my tee-shirt over my head as I kicked off my sneakers. Olivia groaned at the sight of my flexed pectoral and abdominal muscles. I unbuckled my jeans and bent over to pull them to the floor and stepped out of them. I was naked and my cock was feverishly bouncing in front of her face. 

Olivia's lips glistened with bright red lip-gloss and saliva as she ran her tongue over them. As she bent forward to kiss the tip of my cock, she was unbuttoning her blouse. As she wrapped her lips around my glans, she pulled her blouse off. As she pushed her mouth down the shaft, she unsnapped her bra and let it fall into her lap. Her hands went directly to her nipples and began pinching them and kneading her ample tit-flesh. As she pulled her head back she glued her eyes on mine and started bobbing up and down my shaft. 

I ran my hands along her face and gently pushed her hair away from her face. I lightly touched her ear lobes and she moaned from the touch. She moved one hand off her tits and wrapped it around the shaft and began a blowjob/handjob combination that was so good. She was in no hurry. She was luxuriating in the process and I was in heaven. 

Olivia couldn't deep-throat me but she could take a little over half of my length. She twisted her hand like a cork-screw and did the same with her mouth. The sensation was incredible. I didn't last very long. She smiled up at me when she recognized the signs of my impending orgasm and quickened her pace. 

Usually I just burst into a climax. This time the intensity was building and building. My muscles got tighter and tighter. It felt like it was drawing up from my toes like water through a straw. My toes curled first. My knees began to shake and almost buckled. My hips pulsed into her face. My teeth were clenched as a groan began in my lungs and burst out of my mouth, "UUUNNNNGGGGHHH." 




Pool Boy Ch. 02



Olivia's eyes went wide and instantly tears welled up as I thrust my hips and the first rope of gooey white cum surged into her mouth. She was sucking greedily and then frantically swallowing. She couldn't keep up and cum poured out the corners of her mouth and off each side of her chin on to her tits. I was drilling my cock into her face. The sight of her wide, tear-filled eyes and cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth was so incredibly hot. 

When I had shot my last volley, Olivia flicked her tongue in the eye and then swirled the remaining cum in her mouth around the shaft with her tongue. Her lips pulled back and slid off the velvety head. She swallowed the mixture and pushed her lips back down my shaft. I could feel her raspy tongue slither up and down on all sides of my cock as she cleaned it. 

When she finished, she looked down at the cum on her tits. I expected that she would scoop it up and push it into her mouth but instead, she used her fingers and palms to rub it in to her skin like lotion. She licked her palms and sucked her fingers when she was done. 

As usual, my cock stayed semi-erect. I knelt on the carpet in front of her and leaned in. I sucked her cum scented nipples into my mouth one at a time, back and forth. She placed her hands gently on the sides of my face and guided my attentions. She was moaning as my tongue swirled on her erect nipples atop the mountains of tit-flesh which I was molesting with my hands. 

Olivia could see between her tits down to my now rock hard cock pointing upward. She pushed her body toward me and I wrapped my arms around her waist. I thought she was just pushing her tits into my face but she had something else in mind. She slithered off the chair with her legs on either side of me and let her body slide down mine. She wasn't falling so I didn't impede her descent. She rocked her hips forward as she dropped. Her skirt was pushed up and she came to rest with my cock buried in her pussy. She had apparently removed her panties prior to picking me up at the pool. 

I must have had a shocked look on my face because she laughed when we were face to face. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she kissed me with an incredible passion as she began rocking her pelvis up and down, driving my cock in and out of her pussy. I held the back of her head to hold our kiss for a long time. Our tongues were entangled. She moaned continuously through our embrace. Before we broke the kiss I fell backward on to the carpet pulling Olivia with me. Her tits were crushed into my chest. 

Now I was on my back and she was straddled across my pelvis with her feet on the floor on either side of me. My cock was still encased in her pussy. She sat up straight. She didn't have the strength to lift herself up so she leaned back to place her hands on my upraised knees. She was now able to push herself up using her hands. I was rocking my hips up and down to aid our fucking action. 

Olivia was groaning with each penetration. So was I. Fucking her pussy was like fucking a warm, wet, silk glove. I could feel her beginning to quake throughout her body. I thought it was because she was tiring at first and then her breathing began to labor and her facial muscles contorted. She was beginning to lose the rhythm so I took over for her. I fucked my hips up as hard as I could, over and over again. 

I could feel her body tense and she burst out, "YYYYUUUNNNGGGG. OOOHHH SSHHIITTT. I'MMM..FFUUCCKKK...I'MMM ...CCCUUMMIIINNNGGGG." She pushed off with her hands and her torso collapsed on to my chest. She was flopping all around and I had to hold her in place as I continued fucking up into her. I could feel her pussy grabbing my cock. She was gasping for air. I cradled her head on my chest with my hands. As her spastic movements subsided, she took one huge breath and stopped moving altogether. She wasn't breathing either. I held her like that for more than thirty seconds before she forcefully exhaled. 

I hadn't cum as all my concentration had been on Olivia. I was still hard and completely buried in her pussy as I felt her occasional spasms clench on my cock like after-shocks. I just held her tight to me. 

When she came back to full consciousness she lifted her head to look at me. She said, "Baby, you're still as hard as ever. You didn't cum did you? I just realized that." 

I just shook my head and pulled her body up so I could kiss her which pulled her pussy off my cock. It sprang upward and then slapped back down on her ass. Olivia giggled as our lips embraced. I let my arms fall to her sides and began lightly running my finger tips over her side tit that was mashed out from between our bodies. Her body flexed a couple times. With her lips still planted on mine she giggled and pulled back saying, "Stop that you little devil. I'm ticklish there." 

I rolled her off gently o to the floor beside me and she lay there on her side gazing into my face as her hands ran over my arm, chest and abdominal muscles. She traced the defined edge of each one with her finger nails. She said softly, "Hunter. You are a beautiful young man." 

I laughed. I had never heard the words 'beautiful' and 'man' in the same sentence. I knew she meant it as an ultimate compliment but it sounded strange to me. I ran my fingers along her cheek and said, "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. I can't get enough of you." 

Tears welled in her eyes. She rolled into me and kissed me on the lips again. She pulled back and maneuvered herself to stand above me. I could see her vaginal fluid flowing down her inner thighs before her skirt fell back in place. She felt it and bent to wipe it off with her hands. I sat up and tried to push my face in to clean her pussy but she pulled away and said, "Baby, I could lay here with you all day but I have things to do before tonight. I'll be seeing you later." She looked down at my rigid cock bouncing in front of me and said, "Yeah, and I'll be seeing you later too." 

I lay back on the carpet and watched Olivia put her bra and blouse back on before she walked out and shut the bedroom door behind her. All was quiet; just me and my bouncing cock. I pulled myself up and lay on the bed with my cock in my hand. I was lost in thought as I lightly stroked my fingertips up and down my shaft. It was softening. Ten minutes later, it just lay there on my pelvis. I nodded off to sleep thinking of Olivia's beautiful face and body. 

As I slept, Sophia arrived, dressed for work. She was helping Olivia with some of the preparations. The caterers had arrived and they were everywhere. The house was a beehive of activity. Sophia worked along with Olivia for ten minutes before she whispered, "Where is he? I have a wicked itch I can't reach and I can't wait any longer." 

Olivia laughed and said, "Same bedroom. Don't take too long. We still have loads to do." Sophia nodded and headed for the kitchen to the back stairs. 

I was sound asleep in the middle of the king sized bed when way off in my dream there was motion. I had been dreaming of Alexis again. She was naked and sucking on my cock. In the real world my cock was as hard as a brick and pointing at the ceiling. The motion on the bed didn't fit into the dream and I began to wake just as Sophia's pussy descended to my face. I opened my eyes in just enough time to see her labia spread over my nose. At the same time I felt a warm, wet sensation on my cock. I tried to put my hand on it but a face was already there. 

I came back to full consciousness and realized that someone was sucking my cock as they fucked my face. I inhaled the sweetest smell and I pushed my tongue up and into her pussy. I didn't know who it was but it didn't matter to me. I ran my hands down her naked body from her ass to her head and realized that it was Sophia. I pulled my head back to get a breath and buried my face back in searching for her clitoris. She was deep-throating my cock. 

When I found her clit, it was fully erect. She flexed her hips forward which drove her clit onto my tongue. She groaned around my cock and pulled back to breathe. I lapped and tongue fucked and finger fucked her pussy and anus through two orgasms. She had long since lost control of her muscles and her blowjob had become erratic. It still felt fantastic. She pulled her face off my cock and lifted one leg and swung around so she was sitting on my pelvis. She was cradling my cock between her labia. Her tits hung down toward me while she supported herself with her hands on my chest. I couldn't resist it and my hands cradled her tits and I pushed them up and let them fall. Her nipples were hard as nails. She smiled down at me and said, "Are you ready. I need you to scratch an itch I can't reach." I grinned and nodded vigorously. 

She lifted her ass up and reached down and guided my cock into her pussy. She fucked me within an inch of my life. I was groaning from her assault. She was muttering, "AHHH...AHHH...AHHHH," with each thrust. She was crazed. Her face was contorted as her mouth hung open. She had a glazed look in her eyes as she stared through the headboard at something far beyond. 

I could feel my pending eruption coming on fast. Sophia noted the surge in size, which yanked her over the top of her own orgasm just as I exploded my jizz into her quaking pussy. She was slamming into me as I was flexing my pelvis up hard to meet her. With air wheezing from my lungs I muttered, "OOHH MMYY GGGOODDDDDDD." I must have shot eight or ten long ropes of cum into her. She let out a throat pinched scream with each one. Her pussy was clamping tightly on my cock as though she was milking it. She finally settled down and collapsed on my chest. My still hard cock remained encased in her pussy. I held her there with my arms around her shoulders. God, I was content at that moment. 

She pushed herself up and I released her. She looked down at me and said, "Oh my God. That was one fantastic fuck. I've needed that all day." She lowered herself down on her elbows. Her face was inches above my chest. The room was silent for a few moments and then she said, "I have sex with my husband about once a month. I'm certain he has sex with other women too. He is only interested in getting himself off. He has never once concerned himself with getting me off. I know he married me as a 'trophy-wife' to hang on his arm when we're in public together. I accept that. I knew it when we got married. You know, I'd bet anything that most of the women in here are in the same boat. You could make a lot of money in here servicing the frustrated wives." She was quiet for a moment and then continued, "I know I would pay. I just adore your cock." She clamped her vaginal muscles on my cock a few times to emphasize her point. 

I laughed and said, "Do you want to be my pimp?" She giggled and punched me on the arm. 

Sophia pushed herself up again and said, "I'd better get myself back together and get back downstairs. Olivia will be freaking out. I released her and she slowly pulled her pussy up off my hard cock. She maneuvered around on the bed so she could kiss the bobbing head. As an after-thought she pushed her lips down over my shaft and cleaned all of the remaining cum and vaginal juices with her tongue. She pulled off and smacked her lips. "Yummy stuff." She kissed the velvety glans and pushed herself on to the floor. She took her clothes into the adjoining bathroom. When she came out she was dressed. She came over and kissed me hard on the lips and reluctantly pulled away. She left the room and pulled the door closed. My cock was slowly softening. In five minutes it was its normal flaccid five inches. I put my hands behind my head. I could taste her and me on my lips from her parting kiss. 

I wandered around the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom checking every little trinket and picture. I looked in the closet. Olivia obviously used it to store off-season clothing. It was all top notch quality and expensive stuff. I stayed back from the windows but I could see a lot of activity near the pool area. Tables had been set up all around the deck. 

Around 3:00 pm I was getting bored. I carefully opened the door from the bedroom into the Master Bedroom that Olivia had brought me to on the first day. All was quiet. I walked naked across the room and bent down to smell the pillow on the right side of the bed. It smelled like Olivia and her intoxicating perfume. I picked it up and took a big whiff. 

With a big grin on my face, and probably an evil one if I could have seen my reflection in a mirror, I lifted my hardening cock and cradled it in her pillow. I closed the pillow around it and jerked my cock up and down several times. I didn't cum on it. That would be a little much and her husband would likely smell it too. 

My heart stopped when as I was returning to the spare bedroom a person stepped into the doorway. It was Alexis. "Jesus Christ. You scared me near to death." I pounded on my chest as though to get my heart working again. 

Alexis was wearing what I assumed was her private school uniform. She looked at my hard cock and with a huge smile said, "Has that been hard since yesterday?" 

I looked down at my now bobbing cock and laughed. "Since I can't seem to get you out my mind since yesterday, I would have to say 'yes'." 

I pushed her back into the bedroom and closed the door. Responding to my last statement, she said, "Really. You've been thinking of me. I've been thinking of you too. I couldn't wait for tonight." 

I smiled so hard my face was going to shatter. I said, "I know a lot has happened here very quickly. This all started when Olivia seduced me and then Sophia caught her on the phone in the middle of an orgasm, so she had to rush over. They knew they couldn't keep the secret from your mother so that is how she got involved yesterday. She did make the first move though. Then you showed up. That's about it in a nut shell." 

Alexis sat on the edge of the bed beside me and said, "My mother explained what she knew. She didn't know she was setup by Olivia and Sophia though." Alexis smiled and continued, "However it happened, my mother is ecstatic that it did. She has hired you to clean our pool too?" I nodded. "You won't get much cleaning done." We both laughed. 

Alexis went quiet as she stared at my bouncing cock. God, I wanted her to grab it and suck it and fuck it and anything else she wanted to do with it. I broke the spell and said, "Before I forget. I know that it is a bit odd that we started out our relationship like we did, but I would like to take you out on a date and get to know you better. God knows the sex is good. Will you go out with me?" 

She looked up from my cock to my face and said, "I was hoping you would ask. Believe it or not, I don't just go around sucking and fucking every guy I meet. I was just overcome with the scene when I walked in on my mother sucking your cock." She smiled and continued, "I would love to go out with you. How about Friday night at 7:30? My dad doesn't allow me to date on school nights, even though I only have another week and a half to go before graduation." 

I was grinning again. I leaned toward her and kissed her hard and passionately for several seconds. I flicked my tongue on her lower lip and she moaned into my mouth as her hand found my bouncing cock and grabbed it in a tight grip. Now I was moaning into her mouth. She pulled back and looked into my eyes as she began jerking me off. I closed my eyes and groaned loudly. 

Alexis pulled her hand from my cock and stood up and slowly removed her uniform and her bra and thong. She laughed as the thong came down and said, "We're not allowed to wear these at school but who is going to check?" My only thought was that every guy and teacher would try! 

She stood in front of me as naked as a new born baby with one hand on her right tit, tweaking her nipple. Both were erect and long. I could see that her mound was soaking wet with arousal. She glanced down at my bouncing cock. A coquettish smile formed on her face. I got off the bed and went to her. She placed her hands on my shoulders as I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up so we were face to face. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her feet behind me. She pushed her face close and kissed me passionately. 

I lowered her slowly down my torso and she knew what was happening. She trembled in my arms. I held her with one arm as I reached between our bodies and guided my cock up to her pussy. She pivoted her hips to accept it. As it slid into her she whimpered and quivered. I shut my eyes and groaned into her mouth as our embrace continued. 

With our lips pressed together I started fucking up into her. She moaned with each penetration. I had both hands on her butt-cheeks forcing the action by pulling her down and lifting her off. I have never been as turned on as I was right then. I felt the first twinge of a climax and thought, 'Oh no. Not now.' My cock was the hardest I ever remember and it was contributing to my inability to hold off. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me as if she were thinking the same thing. 

The only consolation was that I knew that I would not go soft and I would keep right on fucking her. That was my last thought before I begrudgingly unloaded my balls into her pussy. She groaned as my jizz fired into her. 

I never even slowed down. I pushed her up against a wall and pounded my still rock hard cock in to her. She was getting tired and her feet unclasped behind me and her legs started to fall. I adjusted my grip and grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs back up. 

Alexis started her orgasm with slight tremors and spasms. She lowered her face to my shoulder and bit me hard as the tremors built higher. She was moaning loudly. As her spasms continued to build she groaned out, "OHHH..OHHH..AAAAAHHHHHHH." When she went over the top her teenage pussy clamped down hard on my cock. She screamed and shoved her hand to her mouth to squelch it. It was still pretty loud. Her hips rocked away from me against the wall and then slammed back to bury my cock in her pussy. I was having a problem holding on to her as her orgasm tore through her. She screamed out again into her hand. 

We slid down the wall to the carpet and I laid her on her back. My cock never came out of her as I maneuvered myself to drive my hips back into her. She screamed a third time as she bounced her ass and torso on the floor. Her legs pulled up by my side and then flailed back straight again. She pulled my neck to lift herself off the floor and tight into my chest. I kept on pounding my cock into her as she went completely limp under me. I slowed my pace to make sure she was ok. Her only movement was her chest as she sucked in air through clenched teeth. 

I could feel myself approaching another ejaculation. She felt it too and she opened her eyes and whimpered, "Yessss. GGGiivvvee ittt ttttoo mmmeeee. Oooohhh Fuuckkkk." 

As cum started upward, I let out a huge groan, "UUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH." I fired my hips hard into her and she threw her legs around me and locked her heels on the backs of my thighs. With the first shot, she screamed again, "AAAAHHHHHHHH." She pulled her hips up to me as best she could. She was exhausted. I launched rope after rope of cum into her pussy. She used her last bit of strength and clamped her vaginal muscles on my cock. 

With my final shot, I collapsed down onto my elbows and looked into her eyes. She was looking back at me. After a few minutes she gathered enough energy to smile up at me and say, "Holy Shit, Hunter. My mom said you were the best she has ever had. Believe me; she has a lot of experience. I had no idea what she meant, but Jesus Christ. I can't imagine it could be better than that. For a second there, I thought my soul was drifting away." 




Pool Boy Ch. 02



From across the room came a clapping sound. We both turned our heads to look. Sophia was sitting on the edge of the bed clapping her hands. She had a huge grin on her face and said, "Mother-fucker that was so hot." Her hand moved inside her pants and we could see her busy fingers pushing in and out of her wet slit. She closed her eyes and her chest thrust forward as her body rocked about her hips in a spectacular orgasm. She was moaning, "Ooohhh..Ohhhhh...Fffuucckkk." 

I looked back at Alexis and she smiled up at me. I pushed my body up and back onto my knees and hands which pulled my cock from her pussy. I took her hand and pushed it down covering her mound and said, "I'll get a towel. We don't want cum stains all over this room." I pushed myself up to my feet and quickly went to the bathroom and came back with a towel and pushed it against Alexis' pussy. She held it in place and sat up and placed her back against the wall. 

My cock had descended to semi-erect as I went over to Sophia, who was recovering from her orgasm. I lifted her legs and pulled her pants off. She looked up at me and laid back on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. She unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up above her tits and squeezed them hard. She lifted her hips when I pulled her thong down her legs. 

I knelt on the floor between her legs and pushed my face into her pussy. She was sopping wet and her vagina was still pulsing from her orgasm. I pushed my tongue in and out in rhythm with her spasms. I flicked my tongue on her clit and she pressed her hips down into the bed as though she was trying to get away from my tongue. She fired her hips back up again. I pushed my middle finger into her anus and she groaned loudly, "OH FUCK." 

I used the index finger on my other hand and lightly flicked it on her clitoris. She screamed out, "OOOOHHHH FFFFUUUCCKK. YYYYESSSS. I'MMM CUUUMMMINNNGGG AGGGAAINN." Her hips bounced up and down and her legs flailed up and wrapped around my head and pulled me in tight. I couldn't breathe. With great effort I was able to turn my head a little and gasped in as much air as I could. Her hands came down on the back of my head and pulled me into her. Her vaginal juices flowed out of her pussy and I was busy slurping it up as fast as I could. Sophia was going nuts as she flailed all over the bed. 

Suddenly, with my head trapped in Sophia's crotch, I felt a pressure on my cock which was as hard as ever. I reached down assuming it was Alexis pushing her head between the bed and me. As soon as my hand touched her hair, I knew it wasn't Alexis. The head on my cock had short hair. It could only be Emma. 

When Sophia began to descend from her orgasm, she unclamped her legs and I was able to pull my face out of her pussy. Sophia was a rag-doll as her legs hung over the edge of the bed. I looked down and sure enough Emma had my stiff cock buried in her throat as she lay on her side with her head on my thigh. She was groaning and at first I was sure her passion was coming from giving me a blowjob. When I pushed back from the bed to give Emma more room, I was shocked to see Alexis' face buried in her mother's pussy. Emma was naked. God knows when she came in. 

I was enthralled with Alexis eating her mother's pussy. I thought back to an earlier statement by Alexis about 'bigger secrets'. Sophia was oblivious to what was happening on the floor below her. She was still in a daze, groaning as her tired body surged occasionally with spasms. 

Alexis' face in her mother's pussy was driving my erection ever harder and Emma had to adjust for it in her throat. Alexis was lying on her side facing Emma who was on her side sucking on my cock. The angle was uncomfortable for Emma so I pulled my cock from her mouth and moved back on my elbows. Emma adjusted her body pulling herself off Alexis' face. Emma was now on her hands and knees with her mouth pushed down over my fully engorged cock. Alexis adjusted herself as well, lying on her back, pushing her face up under her mother's hips and her tongue deep into her pussy. Emma was grinding her pelvis on her daughter's face and licking my balls with her tongue with my cock buried in her throat. "Mmmpph...Mmmpphhh...Mmmppph," was being forced out of Emma's mouth as she face fucked my cock. 

With all the slurping and sucking noises going on, a recovered Sophia sat up and looked at the incredibly sexy scene on the floor below her. She took the towel that had been tossed onto the bed and wiped her sopping wet pussy and then shoved her fingers back in and slowly fucked herself with them. 

The bedroom door opened again and Olivia stood in the doorway with eyes wide and a shocked look on her face. Sophia and I were the only ones to see her walk in and shut the door. She sat down in the chair by the door and pulled her skirt up. She was still going commando and she pushed two fingers into her pussy and joined the party. Olivia was particularly interested in Alexis as she ate her mother's pussy. She was also interested in my cock as it appeared and disappeared in Emma's face. 

Emma was first to explode into her orgasm. Sophia tossed the towel on to the floor by Alexis' head. Emma was furiously pumping her hips down into Alexis' face. Alexis maintained contact and rapidly flicked her tongue on Emma's clit which caused her to pull her head up and scream around the tip of my cock. 

I was the next to go and Emma knew it. She was still in the throes of her own orgasm as she prepared herself to take mine. She pulled back and continued pumping her hands up and down the shaft. She clamped her lips tight below the ridge of the glans and began gulping as surge after surge of cum pushed into her mouth. She swallowed hard as her neck tendons tightened. Her mouth was filling up fast and she tried to swallow faster. Then she gagged and pulled off and coughed cum and saliva all over my groin. She swallowed again and wiped her lips and chin with her fingers. 

Olivia was off the chair in an instant as she watched Emma blow a mouthful of cum on my cock and stomach. She went to her knees and pushed her face in to lick up the escaped cum. Emma pulled back to allow Olivia access as she continued the spasms of her own orgasm. Alexis pulled her head from between Emma's thighs and wiped the dripping juices from her face and Emma's pussy. 

Emma, Alexis and Sophia all watched as Olivia cleaned cum off my cock and stomach. Her tongue was lapping anywhere she could find the taste of sperm. When she came up for air, her face was wet with the mixture. Emma laughed and said, "Olivia that is some sexy face cream you have on." 

Olivia ran her tongue around the outside of her mouth as far as she could reach and used her hands to wipe off the rest. She licked her palms and sucked her fingers. She pulled the last finger out with a pop and smacked her lips. She bent back down and kissed the glans of my softening cock. With her touch it bounced right back up again. 

Olivia looked around the room and laughed. "Well it looks like no one could wait until tonight." They all laughed. Olivia looked down at me and said, "Hunter darling, any other guy would have been down for the count by now. I don't know how you do it; but I love it." As if choreographed, the others said nearly in unison, "Hear, Hear." 

In jest I just said, "Ahh shucks ma'am. Twernt nawthin'." Four gorgeous nearly naked women were staring at my bouncing cock like the dinner bell had just rung. I put my hands down and held it to my stomach to keep it from bouncing. 

Olivia snapped her fingers to get everyone's attention. "Come on ladies, I know you just came over here to give all kinds of help; so you had better make it look good. Let's get to work." Alexis asked what they could do. Olivia said, "The caterers have everything well in hand but I can make something up for you guys to do to make it look like you are here doing something other than fucking my pool boy." They all laughed together and quickly put their clothes back on. Those wearing skirts went commando. Sophia had white palazzo pants on. She pulled her thong back on after wiping her dripping pussy dry with the towel. 

I remained naked and sat down in the chair by the bed and draped the towel over my face and inhaled the various scents. Alexis came over to me and lifted the towel and kissed me hard on the lips and said, "Don't forget to pick me up Friday at 7:30." I could taste her mother's pussy on her tongue. They left the room one at a time separated by a couple of minutes so as to not raise suspicions. 

After they left, I wandered around the room looking in drawers. I found a few of Olivia's underthings. A very fancy lace bra and a few, what I thought were called bloomers back in the day. I picked up the bra and read the tag. It read '36-G'. I held it up to my chest. My chest is 47" so it would nowhere near go around me. 

It was getting to be dusk and tiki lamps were being lit every ten feet or so all around the pool and down the walkway to the house. I stayed back away from the windows so I wouldn't be seen. To say the least, I was bored to death. I went back and lay on the bed. I put the scented towel back over my head and drifted off. Of these four gorgeous women I had had the pleasure of having sex with, I couldn't take my mind off Alexis. I was thankful that they had figured out how she could be here tonight. 

It seemed like I hadn't really fallen asleep but I must have. It was dark in the room and the tiki lamps were casting ghostly shadows on the wall by the door. I must have been dreaming something erotic because my cock was rock hard again. I ran my hand down the length of it. Then I noticed that the bedroom door was open. Light from the hallway was streaming in. My heart rate quickened. In the darkened room I heard a giggle and then a different one. I reached up and flicked the bedside lamp on. 

I was expecting to find one of my foursome and was shocked to see two young women standing there by the chair at the door. They were dressed in the caterer's matching outfits. They both had their hands in their pants obviously frigging themselves as they stared at my big fatty standing up from my groin. 

"Hi, I'm Sandy and this is Sharon. We were just exploring the house on our break and we found you laying here naked. Neither of us had ever seen an erect penis before. You were just laying there. We didn't think you were real at first. We thought maybe these rich women had blowup man dolls or something. We came in to look closer and we nearly passed out when you took a deep breath. Why are you lying here in the dark in the nude with a boner?" 

I had to think fast, "Umm, I'm the owner's brother. I just like to nap in the nude. I began stroking my hard cock. They didn't register my explanation at all. They were consumed by my cock. I said, "Close the door and come on over and take a close look." I couldn't let them leave and blab. I had to get them engaged so they would keep their mouths shut or risk their jobs. 

Sandy and Sharon looked at each other and nodded. Sandy closed the door and together they crossed the room. I patted the bed beside me and they got up and sat were I had instructed. Sharon asked if they could touch it. 

I said, "You'd better." I removed my hand and Sandy touched the tip and ran her finger around. It jumped at her touch and she pulled her hand back. "Oooo, it's so velvety soft." Sharon couldn't be left out, so she reached down and touched it too. I took their hands and wrapped their fingers around the shaft. I said, "Do what I was doing before." 

Sandy's hand was on top and she pushed Sharon's hand down the shaft. Sharon looked up at me and said, "How can the tip be so soft and the rest be so hard?" I shrugged. 

Together, Sandy and Sharon started jerking me off. I scrunched up the pillows behind my head so I could relax and watch them stumble through their first tentative handjob. I sympathized with them. That was sort of me not too long ago. 

After a few minutes of their combined and clumsy handjob, Sandy, who seemed to be the lead, said, "We've heard our friends talk about giving their boyfriends blowjobs. We always act like we know all about it. We graduated from school last June and we should really know don't you think? Can you show us how to do that?" 

I said, "It's no big deal if you know or not. All in your own time. If you want to try it, go ahead. Who wants to go first?" They looked at each other and as I expected, Sandy said, "I will." Sharon pulled her hand back. 

"OK. I'm lying here naked. How about you guys take your clothes off too." They nodded to each other and stripped off their caterer uniforms and then took off their bras and panties. They had very sparse pubic hair and their pussies were soaking wet from frigging themselves earlier. They climbed back on the bed. I took a moment to examine their bodies. They were both petite and slender. Sandy had B-cup sized tits and Sharon's were no more than A-cup. Their nipples were erect and exceptionally long. They were both brunettes and had very cute faces. They both had tongue piercings and I wondered if that would actually contribute to the overall quality of a blowjob. 

Sandy looked to me to guide her. Sharon was paying close attention. Per my instructions, Sandy knelt between my legs. I positioned her so she could comfortably lean forward and put my cock in her mouth. She was very tentative but she put her lips on my glans. She hadn't noticed the pre-cum in the eye and she pulled back immediately. She flicked her tongue up to wipe it from her upper lip. She didn't seem to be turned off by the taste. She bent back down again. Following my instructions she pushed her lips down over the glans. She clamped her lips around the ridge. She flicked her tongue around the velvety head and moaned. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and started jacking me off as she held her mouth still. I gave her some more pointers and she pushed her head further down my shaft. She took about two or three inches before she gagged and pulled back to the ridge. She developed an awkward rhythm but it felt fantastic to me. 

Sharon was anxious to try it and Sandy pulled off and pointed my cock at Sharon. She did what Sandy had done. Surprisingly, she got nearly four inches into her mouth before she gagged. She pulled off completely and coughed up a glob of saliva. I told her to wrap it around my cock for lubrication. 

Now that they had both had a chance, they continued to swap back and forth every minute or two. They were learning fast with experience and what the hell, there's no such thing as a bad blow job. I did learn that tongue piercings do enhance a blowjob. 

I wasn't holding myself back. I figured that them giving me blowjobs would be enough for them to keep their mouths shut. I could feel myself starting to build to a climax. They obviously didn't know anything about what was going to happen. They were each able to get in a good rhythm and their pace quickened. 

I said, "Girls, I'm going to cum." Sharon, who was off my cock, and Sandy, who was on it, both looked up at me with a confused look on their faces. Sandy's hand was flying up and down my cock as she bobbed her head up and down on a couple of inches. Cum shot up from my balls and blasted in to Sandy's mouth. It caught her completely by surprise as the first shot hit her in the back of her throat. She yanked her head back and started coughing and gagging. She paid no attention to where my cock was pointing and the next shot erupted into Sharon's face. She pulled back too. I grabbed my cock so I wouldn't shoot spunk all over the bedroom. 

Both Sandy and Sharon were sitting further back now but all of the remaining shots landed on their faces and tits. Both were spluttering as cum had shot into their mouths and up their noses. Some went in their hair. I told Sandy that she needed to lick the last bit out of the eye. She hesitated, as if she was afraid she would get another blast. At my insistence she did as instructed. 

Sandy liked the taste and she pushed into Sharon's tits and licked them clean and then cleaned Sharon's face. Sharon was not about to be outdone, so she cleaned up Sandy's tits and face. 

Sandy said that they had better get dressed and get back to work. As they were dressing I cautioned that they couldn't say a word to anyone, or I would complain about their violation of my privacy. They swore they would never say a word. I watched them get dressed. I got a kick out of the fact that they thanked me as they closed the door behind them. 

[To be continued...The party gets underway.]



Pool Boy Ch. 03



Olivia's plans to enliven her husband's annual house/pool party for his clients and friend with Hunter's ever-ready cock. The three-amigos plus one can't wait for the party and avail themselves of his cock all afternoon. A couple of caterer chicks get their first taste of sex. Thanks again to Headitor for making this story more readable. 

***** 

The party was supposed to start in a half hour and I could hear a band tuning up downstairs. I was in the bathroom washing my dick with soap and water. There wasn't anything else to do. 

I caught sight of Olivia's reflection in the mirror, standing in the bathroom doorway. I turned around and my jaw dropped. She was dressed in a sleeveless, cobalt blue, sequined, full length gown. Of course it was low cut to show off her superb tits - her cleavage was fully on display. Her neck and ears were dripping in diamonds - perfect hair, and her face, with her evening makeup was stunning. All I could say was "Holy Shit. You're gorgeous." My cock sprang to attention. She burst out laughing when she saw how my cock reacted. 

She said, "Well, thank you Hunter. He seems to like it too," as she nodded toward my cock. "The party is under way, and Sophia, Emma and Alexis have arrived. They are champing at the bit to get up here but I'll try to keep it down to one at a time so no one will miss us. I am dripping wet. I want that dick in me." She reached out and took my hand in her gloved hand and led me into the bedroom. 

She stood facing the bed, bent down and put her hands on the foot board. It was pretty clear what she wanted, so I hiked up her long gown to find that she still had no panties on. She was soaking wet. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and she groaned loudly. They made a wet squishing noise. She turned her head to look back and said, "I need your cock right now." I pushed her dress up high enough so it would stay in place on her back. Her four inch heels brought her up to a perfect height for my attack, so I guided my cock into her pussy. The second it was in the right spot she pushed back hard and buried me deep in her hot sheath. She shoved a gloved hand in her mouth to squelch a scream. 

I hooked my fingers around her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. She groaned with each penetration and her breathing rapidly increased. She was pushing back as hard as I was pushing forward. My groin slapped against her ass-cheeks. I was not trying to hold my climaxes back tonight. They wanted it hard and fast so they could get back down stairs. The risk contributed to the excitement for Olivia and me. Again she shoved a gloved hand into her mouth to stifle a scream. She was already into an orgasm and we hadn't been going for two minutes yet. The onset of her orgasm and the resulting spasms pulled me over too. 

When she felt my cock surge and launch my first shot into her she screamed around her hand again, "OOOHHH GGGOOODDDDD. YYESSS. GIVVEE ITTT TO MEEEE." I shoved into her hard with each shot. They were forceful and I fired them deep in to her womb, groaning with each one. She was just starting to come to after her orgasm as I fired my last bolt of cum into her. 

I pulled out of Olivia and she immediately stood up straight. Her dress fell back to the floor. She lifted the front of her dress, grabbed the towel from the bed and wiped herself. She went to the night-stand and pulled several tissues from the dispenser and shoved them up inside her pussy. She dropped the front of her dress and examined herself in the bathroom mirror. When she was satisfied that everything was in place, she turned to me and stretched up on her toes and kissed me hard. With a swish of material she threw me an air-kiss and smiled as she closed the door behind her. 

I sat down in the chair by the bed and slowly stroked my semi-hard cock. It looked like this was going to be a slam-bam evening and I had to be ready. Twenty minutes later the door opened again and Alexis hurried in and closed the door quickly behind her. She was absolutely stunning in her gown and makeup. I hadn't been able to take my mind off her since yesterday and with a date lined up for Friday, I was very happy to see her. With her makeup on, her hair perfect and her low cut, strapless gown displaying her cleavage, my cock was at full staff. 

I was expecting Alexis to do the same as Olivia had, but she didn't. She turned around and asked me to unzip her gown. The zipper went from her neck to the small of her back and I did as instructed. She let the gown fall to the floor and turned around. She posed for me. She was wearing a push-up strapless bra and matching panties of the high hip variety with her extremely high heels. 'Jesus Christ. What a sight,' I thought. My cock was pulsing in phase with my heartbeat which had skyrocketed when she turned around. 

Alexis ran her tongue around her high sheen lip-glossed lips, which now glistened with her saliva. She unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her fallen dress and turned around. She spread her legs a little and bent at the waist with her legs straight. She pulled her panties down over her thighs to her knees where they fell to the floor. She reached back with her hands and separated her ass cheeks and labia so I could see her sopping wet vagina and rose-bud. She turned her head to look at me and she had the most lustful, sultry look in her eyes. I couldn't wait for her to let me know how she wanted it. 

She moved one hand between her thighs and wagged her index-finger motioning for me to come to her. I slid out of the chair and crawled on hands and knees to her. I pushed my face into her backside and lapped my broad tongue up the length of her pussy to her anus. As I pushed my tongue into her tight ass, Alexis rocked her hips back and groaned out, "OOOHHH FFFUUUCCKKKKKKK." 

I knew she wasn't going to be able to stand in this position for long. With my hands gripping her hips, I maneuvered her around so she was facing the bed. She moved her hands down to the bed to help hold herself in position. I continued my assault on her anus and Alexis was going crazy. She shoved a gloved hand into her mouth to stifle a scream. I released her hips and put both of my hands on her dangling tits and fingered her nipples. Her legs were quivering and her knees began to buckle. 

Alexis looked back at me and whimpered, "OOHH FUUCCKK. HUNTER, PPPLEAASSEE FFFUUCCKK MMYYY AAASSSS." I pulled back and smiled at her. I lightly pushed her forward and she collapsed forward on to the bed. I helped her move further up so she could get her knees under her stomach. I looked at her sitting on her feet with her ass at the edge of the bed and her torso bent forward on the bed, before adjusting her position so her anus was at the right height for my cock while I was standing up straight. I reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed a tube of KY Jelly I had found earlier. I put the tube to her anus and squirted out a glob, pushing it in with my middle finger. I slid it into her as far as my finger would reach and then finger fucked her ass a few times. "Oh fuck. Yessss." 

I smeared a glob over my cock and pushed the head against the tight little hole. Her hands reached under her body so she could finger her pussy and clitoris with one hand and touch my cock as it pushed through her sphincter. Her vaginal juices were flooding out of her. 

I very gently inched my cock into her ass. When she tensed I stopped and when she relaxed I pushed forward. After a few minutes, I was deep in her ass and Alexis was cradling my balls in her hand. She was breathing rapidly and groaned, "UUUNNNGGGGHHHH," with each push deep into her bowels. When I bottomed out, Alexis moaned, "Jesus, I'm going to split wide open. Give me a minute. OK?" I held my position buried to the hilt for more than two minutes before she started to push her ass back toward me. I slowly pulled out to the head and equally slowly pushed back in. Again "UUNNGGHH" was forced from her throat. She buried her face in the bed to stifle her screams. 

I continued to fuck her ass at a slow but steady pace. She was panting heavily. Her legs started to shake under her and I held her hips firmly to steady her. She was pivoting her hips to get the optimum angle for her pleasure and then started pushing herself back on to me, really speeding up the rhythm and force of our ass fuck. I followed her signal and quickened my pace. She was screaming down into the bedding. 

Without warning, her sphincter clamped down hard, crushing my cock so I couldn't move in or out. The clamping released before squeezing down again. She was squealing into the bed. Her fingers had triggered a clitoral orgasm which merged immediately with the anal orgasm triggered by my cock. She was bouncing around with full body spasms. When I could move again, I resumed fucking her ass. The heat and pressure from her bowels was incredible and I felt my cock surge even larger in anticipation of my ejaculation. Alexis screamed out again, "FUUCCKK. I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE. JESUS." 

I was right on the edge and I couldn't stop, pounding my cock into her ass as the boiling cum launched into her. She screamed again and collapsed limply to the bed. I was arching my back as I threw my cock into her. She groaned with each thrust. I did too. My teeth were clenched and my facial muscles were contorting my face. I was gasping for air from the exertion, while Alexis was gasping for air from her combined anal and clitoral orgasms. 

As I fired my last salvo, I started to lose control of my legs. They had started shaking and were about to buckle. I slowly pulled my cock from her bowels. Cum followed the cock-head out of her ass and drooled down over her pussy to mix with her own juices. The mixture dripped down on to the towel under her. 

I stood back and watched her sphincter pulsing and forcing more cum out of her anus, down her pussy and on to the towel. This continued for more than a couple minutes her face still buried in the bedding as she struggled to breathe. 

She finally collected enough strength to turn over on her back and pushed herself up on the bed. She seemed oblivious to everything except for her need for air. She gasped for a couple more minutes. I lay down beside her and cradled her to me. I enjoyed watching her body as she heaved her chest up and down taking her fantastic tits with it. 

Alexis' breathing gradually became normal and she turned her head to look at me. She said, "Oh my God. That was...indescribable." We laid there looking at each other for a couple more minutes. She pushed herself up on her elbows and giggled when she saw the towel sticking up between her legs where I had pushed it. She stopped giggling when she saw my cock had not softened. She just shook her head and said, "Unbelievable. I've never seen anything like it." 

She pushed herself off the bed and went to the bathroom with the towel held between her legs. She cleaned herself up, came back in and dressed. She checked herself in the mirror and reached into her clutch purse and fixed her makeup in spots that had been messed up by the bedspread. She brushed the escaped hairs back into place, before pressing herself up close to me and kissing me passionately for nearly a minute. She said, "I know I have to take my turn but I do hope you are available later." 

I said, "You know where I'll be", before kissing her and letting her go. She reached down and pinched my semi-hard cock with her gloved fingers and giggled as she went out and shut the door behind her. I brought the towel back in from the bathroom where Alexis had left it. I put it to my face and took a deep breath. It was kind of funky smelling the various scents but it wasn't offensive. I laid it on the bed. 

I could hear the party in full swing downstairs. The band was pretty good. I sat in the chair by the bed. I wished I had brought a book or something to do, but was just sitting there with my eyes closed listening to the party noises. Then I heard two people coming down the hall - a man and a woman. 'Oh-Oh', I thought. I looked around the room quickly to determine what might give me away. My jeans, sneakers and tee-shirt were on the back of the chair by the door. 

I launched myself across the room, grabbed my clothes and scrambled into the closet pulling the louvered door shut. Just as I settled down on my knees, the bedroom door opened and the voices got louder. 

From my vantage point I could see the entire room through the louvers. The guy was older, I'd guess around sixty. Dressed in a tuxedo, I recognized him from the family pictures in the room: he was Olivia's husband. 'Holy Shit,' I thought. That was way too close. Now my cock was completely flaccid and hanging limply between my legs. 

The woman was not Olivia. She was very beautiful and dressed in a gown. She was older than Olivia at around forty. Her cleavage was more than ample but nowhere near Olivia's. The rest of her I couldn't tell in the gown. He closed the bedroom door and immediately pulled her to him and buried his face in her cleavage. She started giggling and acted like she was protecting her virtue. He moved up and kissed her hard and she kissed him back. He pulled her zipper down the back of her gown and ran his hand in to cup her butt-cheeks. She let the dress fall to the floor. 

She was standing there in a strapless bra and thong panties and thigh high nylons. For some strange reason I thought, 'That's odd. She is wearing a full length gown. Why put thigh high nylons on? Unless she figured they would be showing at some point, like now.' 

My voyeur cock was beginning to rise again as I spied upon her beautiful body. He was mauling her tits and she released them by unsnapping her bra, allowing both his hands to mash her large fleshy mounds. He bent and pulled a nipple into his mouth and pinched it with his lips. She squealed with delight at his attention. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Fuck me Ron. I'm so horny for you. It's been nearly a week." 

He pulled his lips from her nipple and said, "I was thinking you'd blow me. We have to get back to the party." 

She frowned and said "There must be a hundred people here. No one is going to miss you for fifteen minutes. I'll give you a blowjob and you can cum in my pussy. How about that?" 

He looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Janet, you can be too demanding at times. Alright, but let's do it quickly." 

She pushed him down in the chair I had been sitting in. He was unzipping his pants and dropping them as he sat down. She pulled them down to his feet and spread his knees wide. She moved her virtually naked body between his legs and took his limp cock and sucked it into her mouth. She sucked hard on it as she pulled back, stretching it out. She worked on his cock for two minutes before it started to get hard, until finally it looked like it was just about hard enough to fuck with. 

He could feel his load starting to rise. So did Janet. She pulled off and held his sagging cock in her hand and said angrily, "You were just going to blow your load in my mouth, weren't you? You had no intention of fucking me did you?" She pulled back and said, "You can finish yourself off, you bastard." She stood up and put her bra back on. 

He pushed himself out of the chair, grabbed her firmly and spun her around. She tried to swat his hands away but he was not to be denied. He tore her bra off and then grabbed her thong and tore that off. She yelped from his assault. He shoved her down on the bed. Oddly, I noticed that Ron's cock was now hard. She was trying to kick him but he fended her off and moved his body between her legs. 

Janet yelled loudly, "Stop it Ron. What? Are you going to rape me now?" 

Ron pushed her hands down on the bed and with a clenched jaw he got right in her face and said, "You can't rape the willing, baby." He shoved his now rigid cock into her pussy and fucked her hard for several minutes. He had his mouth pressed onto hers to stifle her screams. She bit his lip and he pulled back. He slapped her face hard as he continued to pound his cock into her. 

I had a dilemma. Could I continue to just watch as the asshole brutalized this woman or should I burst out of the closet as naked as a baby and expose myself and what I was doing there - fucking Olivia. I opted to stay put. 

Janet was just lying there not moving as Ron pounded his cock into her pussy. She was not making any noise anymore. She just laid there like a corps. After five minutes or so, Ron groaned out loud and said, "Brace yourself Janet. Here I cum." Nothing changed with her as Ron launched his hips at her pussy for the first shot. Then he pulled himself back and started jacking on his hard cock. He aimed the next several shots on her face and hair and tits and stomach. She was covered in cum. She never moved a muscle. 

When Ron was done he grabbed the towel that had been on the bed and wiped the end of his dick and pulled up his pants. He zipped up and buckled his belt as he looked down on the static, naked body on the bed. He angrily said, "Bitch. You wanted to get fucked? Consider yourself fucked." He turned and opened the bedroom door and closed it behind him. 

All was quiet in the room until Janet began sobbing. She took the towel that he had thrown down on her and wiped his cum from her face and body. She was crying hard the whole time. When she sat up and wiped her pussy with the towel, I could see that her left cheek was beet red and her eye makeup was streaming down her face mixed with her tears. She said loudly to herself, "What the fuck was I thinking? He is just as much an asshole as my husband." 

Janet got off the bed and picked up her bra. It was useless. The same for her thong. She stepped into her dress and pulled it up her body and contorted her arms to zip it up. Her tits really needed the bra. There was no more cleavage showing as her tits sagged low. I could see her in the bathroom across from the closet. She tenderly touched her cheek were Ron had slapped her. She dug into her clutch and pulled out a small makeup kit. She brushed something on her cheek that covered the bruise. She put the same powder all around other places on her face. She fixed her eye makeup and then ran her lipstick around her lips. She ran her fingers through her hair to rub in cum that Ron had deposited there. When she stuffed her kit and her bra and thong back in her clutch and headed for the door she was nowhere near the beauty she was when she came in twenty minutes ago. 

Janet opened the door and snapped the light off. Then she remembered that the light was on when they came in so she turned it back on and closed the door behind her. All went quiet. 

My legs were killing me from kneeling so long. I pushed open the closet door and stumbled a little as I stood up. My cock was completely soft from what I had just witnessed. I thought, 'Jesus. Olivia is married to that fuck. No wonder she's so frustrated. How can she even live with that ass-hole?' 

I picked up the towel from the bed and took it to the bathroom, exchanging it for a fresh one which I laid on the bed. 

The door burst open and I almost had a heart-attack. I spun around and was so relieved to see it was Sophia. She was stunning in her gorgeous gown. As seemed to be the rule, it was cut low with a lot of cleavage showing. She quickly crossed the room and said, "Christ, I was sure we were all fucked. Did a man come in here?" I nodded. She had a terrified look on her face as she said, "What happened? How did you not get caught? That was Olivia's husband, Ron." 

I said, "Calm down Sophia. You'll have a stroke. I heard him talking with a woman as they came down the hall. I grabbed my clothes and jumped in the closet just as they opened the door. She called him Ron and he called her Janet." 




Pool Boy Ch. 03



Sophia's eyes went wide and said, "Oh my God. I saw him go up the stairs. She must have already been up here waiting for him. Janet. Really? What a cunt. Come on spill. What happened?" Her eyes were wide open. She couldn't wait to get the scoop. 

I simply said, "They had sex and left. He is not a nice man." 

Sophia looked at her hands and said, "No. He's not. But, he's no worse than the rest of our husbands. Now you have an idea of why none of us can wait to see you." I smiled and took her hands in mine and lifted each one to my lips and kissed them. Tears filled her eyes and she threw her arms around my neck pressing herself in close to me. 

I sat down in the chair by the door and pulled her on to my lap, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and one around her waist, holding her tight. She lowered her head to my shoulder and cuddled into my neck. We just stayed like that for a long time. She would kiss my neck every so often. I could feel her tears fall from her cheeks and chin onto my naked shoulder and chest. 

I said, "Are you going to tell Olivia?" 

Still cuddled into my neck, she responded, "She knows he has had many other women but she doesn't know any of their names. I don't know if I should tell her this one was Janet. Supposedly, she is a friend of hers." 

I said, "If it helps any I don't think it will be Janet anymore after tonight. He roughed her up pretty bad. She'll have some bruises tomorrow. If it had got any worse, I was going to have to intercede and then we'd all be in a lot of trouble." 

She said, "I'm glad you didn't but I kind of feel bad for her. Well, not too bad." We sat there in silence for ten minutes listening to the music downstairs. Finally, she pulled her head off my shoulder and said, "I should get back down there. God knows if my husband will be the next one to come up here, so be careful." 

I nodded and said, "I'm going to stay in the closet from now on. Is there a sign on the door that says 'Fuck in Here' or something?" She laughed and stood up. She bent down and kissed me on the lips and then kissed me again. She stood up and pushed her tits around in her dress to plump up her cleavage. She went to the mirror in the bathroom and fixed her eye makeup from the tears but was otherwise apparently satisfied as she immediately turned around and left the room throwing an air-kiss at me as the closed the door behind her. 

Sophia turned out to be a prophet. Not fifteen minutes after she left, I heard a noise in the hallway and then a bump against the door. I flew into the closet and pulled the louvered door shut. There was more bumping on the door and then it burst open and a man and woman in a furious embrace stumbled into the room. She was pawing at his tuxedo jacket and he was doing the same with her zipper. I couldn't see their faces and I wouldn't have known either of them anyway until I heard him say, "Come on Angela, we have to be fast. I don't need Sophia finding us together again." 

Angela's dress fell to the floor and I could see her naked body standing there in nothing but her high heels. Her tits were small and she didn't need a bra. She wasn't skinny but she was very slim. She had a very pretty face and I could feel my cock responding to her. She began pulling Mr. Sophia's pants down and his underwear came down at the same time. 

They had barely made it into the room and shut the door. She went to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. He was semi-hard when she started and by the time she pulled back he was hard as a brick. She bobbed her head and hands on his cock for several minutes. His head was tipped back as he groaned continuously from her assault. 

From my position I could see that Angela's pussy was sopping wet. As she blew his cock, she had shoved one hand into her crotch and began frigging herself. She slowed her pace and then stopped and pulled her head back off his cock. She smacked her lips and stood up to kiss him. One hand was still in her pussy and the other was on his cock. 

She led him by the cock toward the bed. He offered no resistance. She turned around and moved the hand in her pussy to the footboard and leaned down and spread her legs. I thought, 'This must be the position du jour.' She pulled his cock to her pussy and he completed the move by pushing into her. She groaned loudly as he penetrated deep into her slim body. He put his hands on her narrow hips and pummeled her from behind. 

Between groans, Angela said, "Take it easy Paul, you're hurting me." Paul didn't slow down or take it easy. He was slamming his cock into her and she flinched with each thrust. "Please Paul, you're hurting me." He slowed his pace and pulled out of her completely. She lifted her head and looked back and said, "You don't have to stop. Just take it easy." 

From the angry look on his face, I could tell this wasn't going to end well. He took his cock in his hand and lifted it up a few inches and pushed it into her anus with one hard push. She screamed from the pain. I lowered my head. I couldn't watch this anymore. 

Paul pushed himself all the way to his balls and Angela screamed the whole way. Paul picked up the towel and shoved it in her mouth and held it there. She was furiously trying to breathe through her nose. As Paul began to fuck Angela's ass, the door burst open and Ron was standing there. I looked up to see what was going on. 

Ron said, "Jesus Christ Paul. Stuff a sock in her will ya. I heard her screams all the way downstairs. Fuck her ass and get her out of here." Paul was doing just that. He pulled his cock all the way out and pushed it back all the way in. He repeated this many times as Angela tried frantically to get away from him. 

Angela pulled the towel from her mouth and said, "Please Paul, you're really hurting me." He didn't alter his attack at all. 

Paul said, "Ron? Do you have anything you can stuff in this bitches face to keep her quiet?" 

Ron came over to the bed and began unzipping his pants. He reached in and pulled out his hard cock and said, "As a matter of fact, I think I do have something." He climbed up on the bed and knelt in front of Angela's face and shoved his cock into her mouth. "MMMMmmmmpppphhhh," was forced out of her mouth with each penetration. She was gagging but Ron held her head so she couldn't get off him. 

Ron was fucking her face and Paul was fucking her ass. Tears flowed down Angela's face. I could do nothing to stop it and I felt awful. 

Paul groaned and fired his hips up into her ass as he was the first to cum. He shot stream after stream of cum into her as evidenced by the thrust of his hips. Angela screamed around Ron's cock. Ron seemed thrilled by his domination of Angela and he launched his load deep in her throat. She couldn't swallow his load from there and she gagged and coughed and opened her mouth as wide as she could and hurled Ron's cum back on his pants. 

Ron was furious with Angela and started yelling at her, "You bitch. Look what you've done. Jesus Christ almighty." Paul saw the whole thing and burst out laughing at Ron kneeling there on the bed with a lap full of cum on his pants. Paul pulled out of Angela's ass and let her flop down on the bed. She was crying hard. Paul grabbed up the towel and wiped his dick clean. He tossed the towel to Ron and he wiped his pants off as best he could. He knew that when it dried it would be a white stain on his black pants. "Fuck." 

Ron and Paul got themselves back together in the bathroom and left the room leaving Angela crying on the bed. I stayed put. 

Two minutes later the door burst open again and I was startled by the violent entry. 'Now what?' I thought. 'Oh fuck, it's Sophia and Olivia, both with angry looks on their faces.' Angela looked at them and a look of horror washed onto her face, "Oh Shit. This is all I need." 

Olivia bent over and picked up Angela's dress and laid it on the bed. Sophia came over and helped Angela up from her prone position to sit. Angela had stopped crying. She was consumed by fear now. 

Sophia said, "Are you alright? We heard your screams and we waited to see who came down the stairs. It was Paul and Ron wasn't it?" Angela nodded and wiped tears from her face. "Why do you women insist on getting involved with those two assholes? You're the second one to get abused by Ron tonight that I know of. I was twenty and stupid, what's your excuse?" Angela stayed quiet. 

Olivia said, "Get yourself together and go back down and spread the word. Maybe you can save some other young lady looking for a sugar-daddy." She picked up Angela's dress and threw it at her. Angela slid down off the bed and hurried to the bathroom like she had her tail between her legs. Less than two minutes later, she emerged and left the room without a word. 

Olivia and Sophia were sitting on the bed and Olivia said, "Hunter, you can come out now. Tell us what happened." I pushed the closet door open and crawled out and stood up straight and stretched my cramped muscles. Olivia looked at my flaccid cock and said, "Look at that Sophia. It does get soft." 

I looked down and then at them, "Yeah, well I guess witnessing violent sex does that to me." 

Sophia said, "What happened?" I told them every detail and finished the story with, "It's very disturbing how a man can treat a woman that way. Disgusting!" 

Olivia nodded and said, "Welcome to our lives." No one said anything for several moments. "I know what you're thinking. Why do we stay?" She just shrugged. "Let's think about better things. OK?" 

I agreed and I lifted Olivia's dress to see if she was still going commando. She was. I slid to the floor and pushed my face into her groin. I flicked my tongue on her clitoris and she sucked air into her lungs. Her tits pushed outward. She pushed her hands into the side of her dress and mauled her own tits through her bra. Sophia unzipped Olivia's dress and let it fall to her waist, then unsnapped the bra and let it fall to her lap. She got off the bed and stood back so Olivia could unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Olivia unsnapped Sophia's bra and that fell to the floor too. 

Sophia walked up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders, pulling me backward to the floor. My hard cock popped up to point at the ceiling. Sophia placed her high heeled feet on either side of my head, facing Olivia and squatted down to place her pussy on my face. Olivia stood and let her dress fall. She stepped out and placed her own high heeled feet on either side of my hips facing Sophia, then squatted down and slowly fed my cock into her pussy. They leaned in and kissed each other on the lips. 

I was very busy as I was eating out Sophia's pussy and rocking my hips up into Olivia as she pushed herself up and down on my cock. I couldn't see anything but Sophia's gorgeous ass. Every once in a while I tipped my head back and stuck my tongue in her anus and she blurted out, "OH FUCK." Every time. 

With Sophia's thighs on my ears, I didn't hear the door open and shut again. The next sensation I felt was my balls being pulled. I thought it was Olivia reaching around and pulling on them. I couldn't see, but it was Emma who had entered, stripped naked and was sucking one ball at a time into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. She sucked on my scrotum and popped the testicle from her mouth. She repeated this on the other one. I was groaning up into Sophia's pussy as I was trying to lap up the huge quantity of juices flooding from her. My cock surged harder in Olivia's pussy. 

Olivia could feel Emma's face bobbing against her ass cheeks. She reached down and wrapped her hand around one of Emma's tits. Emma was moaning with the attention. 

Olivia was rapidly approaching an orgasm and she grunted from deep in her throat, "UUNNNGGGHHHH. OHHH MMYY GOODDD. I'MMM GGGONNNAAA CCCCUUMMM. OOOHHH FFUUCCCKK." Emma let go of my testicles and pushed her tongue into Olivia's anus while Olivia shoved her hand into her mouth and screamed, "OOOHHH SSSHHIIITTTT. I"MMM GGGOONNNE." Every muscle in her body clamped down hard and instantly released. I continued fucking my cock into her as a wave of orgasmic intensity washed over her. Emma shoved a finger into her ass because she couldn't keep her tongue there as Olivia flopped around on my cock. The finger caused her to scream out again. She grabbed the towel on the bed and shoved it into her mouth to muffle the scream. 

I had stopped my ministrations on Sophia's pussy as I concentrated on Olivia's orgasm. When Olivia pulled her pussy off my cock and collapsed away from Emma, I went back to work on Sophia. She was rubbing her clit on the beard stubble of my chin so she hardly knew I had stopped tongue fucking her. 

Sophia groaned out as she clenched her facial muscles and gasped for air through her clenched teeth. The sound was more a "SSSSHHHHHHHHHIIIIIII." Her pussy was pushing my tongue out and I pushed it back in as she relaxed her vaginal muscles. She leaned forward in the throes of her orgasm and grabbed my cock and collapsed onto my body and pushed my cock into her mouth. She slurped and sucked. Her rasping tongue was working me over and it felt amazing. 

As Sophia slowly came down off her orgasm she pulled back on my cock and offered it to Emma who was staring at Sophia sucking on it. Emma climbed onto my hips and guided my rock hard cock into her pussy. She pumped up and down many times as she and Sophia began sucking on each other's tongues. 

Emma pulled off my cock and adjusted herself and pushed my pole into her anus. She stopped and adjusted twice before I was buried in her bowels. I could feel the tremendous heat and pressure on my cock. Sophia separated from Emma's face and fell off the side and watched Emma fucking her own ass on my cock. I looked up at Emma as she was smiling down at me. I put my hands on her tits and gently molested them and tweaked her long hard nipples. One of Emma's hands was in her crotch, her fingers digging hard into her own pussy. I could feel her fingers pushing in and out through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her bowels. 

I was ready to blow a load, but I had something else in mind so I pushed it into the background. Emma was anxious to cum. She hadn't visited since this afternoon. She was hurrying to her orgasm and it wouldn't come. She built toward it gradually and I could feel her sphincter clenching harder and harder. I stopped trying to assist her and she carried on on her own. She started groaning out, "UUUUUHHHHHHH," that stretched out to a continuous sound that increased in pitch as she closed in on her orgasm. When it arrived, Emma picked up the towel on the floor and bit down on it. I thought she would crush my cock right there. The pressure was unbelievable. I was in awe of how tight her neck and facial muscles became. She had her hands on my chest and her fingers dug into my pectoral muscles and then released. I was thinking, 'Jesssuuusss. She is going to kill me.' 

Emma slowly rolled over the top of her massive orgasm and quickly rode it down. I was relieved that my cock might survive after all. I was sure there would be permanent damage. I looked up at Emma as she opened her eyes and smiled down at me again. She said, "OH MY GOD. Hunter baby. When are you cleaning my pool?" Everyone laughed out loud including me. Emma said, "You didn't cum. Let us all suck it out of you." 

I said, "Actually, I was holding back, I almost lost it though. That was an incredible orgasm Emma. We are going to have a chat sometime about where you got your skills from. I would like to cum on Olivia's tits though." 

Sophia and Emma looked at Olivia who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She said, "Get up in the chair." I couldn't move fast enough. Olivia was holding her tits up to her mouth and she was sucking on her own nipples. It was so hot; I thought I might explode before she even touched me. 

Olivia scooched herself up between my legs and spat on the end of my cock, running her hand down the length to lubricate it. A big smile formed on Olivia's face and she turned around and ran her hand along Emma's pussy and collected a lot of her juices. Emma spread her legs to give Olivia complete access. Olivia turned back to me and ran her hand full of Emma's juices up and down my cock. 

Olivia lifted her tits up and placed my cock between them and pushed it deep into the cleavage with her hands and held it there. She looked me in the eyes. She had a big grin on her face. She was going to enjoy this as much as I was. With my cock cradled between her fleshy globes, it was like electricity was coursing through me. She started rubbing her tits up and down my shaft. Olivia had her chin down as low as she could to see. I groaned with the first cycle and started pumping my hips up and down to help Olivia with the motion. After several minutes Olivia was getting tired so she dropped the cock from her tits and sucked on it as deep as she could. She gave me a fantastic blowjob for a couple minutes and then pushed it back between her tits and continued the tit job. 

My breathing became very labored as I could feel my balls tighten. Cum seemed to start at my toes. My muscles tightened and Olivia knew I was moments away. I groaned out, "UUUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH." She pushed her tits lower and sucked her mouth on to the glans each time it pushed up between her tits. I yelled, "OOOHHH FFFUUUCCKKK OLLIIVVVIAAA. YYYESSSS," and that was it for me. I launched my hips up so she could get her lips around the glans. She missed and my first surge of cum hit her under the chin and sprayed all over her chest and everyone else sitting beside her watching. She made sure the remaining streams of cum went in her mouth. She slurped and sucked and gathered up the remaining cum then looked at the others with distended cheeks and lips. 

Emma leaned in and kissed Olivia and Olivia pushed some cum into her mouth. Emma pulled back and held my load in her mouth while Olivia transferred another share to Sophia. They were all swirling cum around in their mouths with their tongues. Olivia opened her mouth to show me and Sophia and Emma did the same. 

What a sight. Here were three gorgeous women all naked and all showing me my load of cum in their mouths. My cock surged back up again. They all watched my cock rise as they swallowed my loads. I said, "Holy Shit." 

The music downstairs had stopped and things were quieting down considerably. Olivia said, "The party isn't over yet. Everyone has congregated out at the pool area. Most everyone is drunk and some will wind up skinny dipping before long. I will truly need a pool cleaning service tomorrow to deal with all the floating cum. I stood up and standing off to the side of the window, looked out at the pool. Sure enough two attractive women had already stripped down and were about to dive into the pool. At least a half dozen guys were about to join them. 

Olivia said, "Am I wrong?" I smiled and shook my head. 

The ladies pulled themselves up and gathered their clothes and headed for the bathroom. Everyone stayed low to avoid being seen from the pool. When they came back out, they were all just as beautiful as when they came in. Each one came over and kissed me and then sank their mouths just once down my hard cock before going out and shutting the door. 

I stood off to the side of the window and watched as Olivia, Sophia and Emma walked down the walkway toward the pool. About half way, Alexis met them with some animated waving of her hands. She was pissed off about something. Emma hugged her and pointed toward the house. Alexis was walking backward toward the house as she continued waving her hands. The 'three amigos' continued toward the pool. 

Two minutes later, the door burst open and a pissed off Alexis stomped into the room. She paced toward me and then turned around and paced back across the room before turning around and pacing back to me. I took her waving hands and pulled her into me. Her eyes were sparking. I held her close to me and she settled down and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her head to my shoulder. I felt a tear hit me on my chest. I asked her what was wrong. 




Pool Boy Ch. 03



She got animated again as she said, "Olivia's and Sophia's husbands have been coming on to me all night. They won't leave me alone. At the pool, Paul held my arms while Ron unzipped my dress and pulled it down." She started crying as she related the story. She continued, "Then while Paul held me, Ron pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my ass. People were sitting there watching them. I couldn't believe it. Paul pushed me down and Ron tried to push his cock in my mouth. I bit it and he screamed. They let me go. Everyone was laughing. I grabbed my dress and got out of there. My mother said she would speak to him. Big deal. I want to file assault charges against them both. 

I put my hands on each side of her face and forced her to look at me. I leaned in and kissed her passionately on her lips. After a moment she reciprocated. I held her in our embrace for a full minute. When she pulled back and looked up at me she had a huge grin on her face. She dropped her arms and took my hand and pulled me to the door to the Master Bedroom. She listened for a while and all was quiet. 

She pulled me inside, turned around and asked me to unzip her dress. I did as she asked and she let it drop in a heap to the floor. She unsnapped her bra and pulled her panties down. I watched her move to the bed and sniffed the left side pillow and concluded this was Ron's side of the bed. She pulled the covers down and slipped in between the sheets. She motioned for me to get into bed with her. My heart was pounding. I slipped in beside her and I knew what her plan was. I kissed her hard and the risk had obviously ramped up her heart rate too. 

She grabbed his pillow and pushed it under her hips and said to me, "Please eat my pussy." I smiled and pushed myself down her body, pressing my mouth down on her pussy. I began tongue fucking her and she immediately let out a groan. She was soaking wet in no time. Instead of lapping up her pussy juices, I let it flow down her pussy on to Ron's pillow. 

The fear of getting caught apparently heightened her passion. She had three orgasms while I flicked her clitoris and tongue fucked her pussy. I was ramming my middle finger up her anus and she wanted more. I pushed two fingers in and she launched into another orgasm. The pillow under her ass was soaking wet from her juices. 

She whispered to me, "Fuck me Hunter. I want you to cum in me as many times as you can." I smiled at her, following her thoughts. I moved up and guided my hard cock into her pussy and began fucking her for all I was worth. Alexis was flailing around the bed as another orgasm washed through her. She was clamping my cock with her vaginal muscles - I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't want to. I groaned loudly and fired many ropes of cum into her pussy. 

I kept right on fucking Alexis and she was on fire. She was gasping for air. She shoved her hand down between us, spreading her fingers separating her pussy lips around my shaft and feeling my cock as I fucked her. The new sensation sent me over again and I spewed a second load of cum into Alexis' pussy. She was moaning, "UUUNNNGGHHH," with each thrust as she used her index finger to rub her clitoris. She had another orgasm. I could feel a torrent of her vaginal juices flowing down my balls to the pillow below. My balls were beginning to ache like yesterday. I knew I was about out of cum. 

I felt I could fuck Alexis forever and I was trying to do just that. She was thrusting her hips up against my down thrusts. I bent down and sucked on one of her nipples. She shrieked and had another orgasm. After several more minutes, as I pummeled her pussy, I had what I figured was my last climax of the day. My balls ached. I held my torso up with my elbows and bent down to kiss her hard on the lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in tight. 

She was quiet for a while and then started giggling. I lifted myself off her and she rolled off the pillow. She sat and picked up the pillow, scooping the mixture of cum and vaginal juices that had pooled on the surface and rubbed it all over the other side of the pillow. She grabbed the top sheet and wiped my cock off on it and then wiped her pussy dry. She giggled again and mumbled, "Bastard." 

She rubbed the pillow all over the bottom sheet and then made the bed like it was. With a snicker, she bent to pick up her dress, bra and panties. We went through the door to the other bedroom. It was now early in the morning and the party was dying down at the poolside. 

I looked out the window and could see the two women who had shed their clothes earlier and jumped in the pool. They were both on the deck being fucked hard by the same six guys who'd joined them in the pool. Alexis came over to the window and stood beside me watching the action on the pool deck. She said, "That's hot. Can you go again?" 

I said, "I will do anything you ask but my balls are sore as hell. I don't think I can cum again for a while." She frowned and was obviously disappointed, so I said, "I can get a hard-on and you can use it for whatever you want." 

Alexis grinned, "I just want you in me. You don't need to cum." 

I said, "Your wish is my command dear lady." She giggled as I bowed at the waist. She asked me to get in the chair by the bed with my knees together. I complied. She was still naked as she bent down to suck in my cock. She pushed it down into her throat and pulled back off. It was rock hard again. She climbed on to my lap with her legs outside of my hips and guided herself down on the shaft. She pushed all the way to the balls, groaning all the way down. She stayed still, occasionally clenching her vaginal muscles and I would occasionally make my cock dance in the confines of her pussy. She had wrapped her arms around my neck and I had my hands on her tits. 

Even though we hadn't really moved at all, Alexis had a small orgasm. She slowly recovered and she tipped back a little and as I tweaked her nipples, she tweaked mine. She giggled when she realized that my nipples were hard and erect too. 

We were just sitting there in our embrace when the bedroom door opened. We both jumped a foot. Emma walked in and shut the door. She said, "Don't move a muscle. You two look great together, if you didn't know that already. Emma sat on the bed as Alexis turned a little to look at her. Emma said, "I spoke to Ron and Paul and told them we are filing assault charges in the morning. They put up some bluster about how you were begging for it. Don't worry baby, we'll talk about it in the morning and decide what to do. In the meantime, I bet they are pissing their pants. I will discuss it with Olivia and Sophia right now." She got off the bed and headed for the door. She looked back and smiled, "You two go back to what you were doing." She closed the door behind her. 

It was nearly four in the morning and we were getting tired. We separated, climbed on the bed and cuddled up close to one another. We had pulled the comforter back over us and turned off the light. I dozed off to sleep in a spoon position with my hand on her tit. She had her hand wrapped around my flaccid cock. In what seemed like only minutes, I felt a pressure on my shoulder. I woke with a start. It was Olivia. She whispered, "The party has broken up, finally. You two stay right here until my husband leaves for work around 8:00. He has an important meeting he couldn't reschedule. I will come get you up then. OK? I know you will be late for work but that's the best I can do." We nodded and went back to sleep. 

All hell broke loose half an hour later as Olivia and Ron were climbing into bed. I heard Ron bellowing, "What the fuck. There's cum all over my pillow. God damn it. It's soaked. God damn it. I'm gonna kill whoever did this. Was this you Olivia?"  

I heard her say, "You asshole. How dare you. With all of your other asshole buddies coming up here all night long, I wouldn't put it past them to cum on your pillow just to fuck with you." 

He continued in a rage, "Well I can't sleep here tonight. I'll sleep in the next room." Olivia went pale. So did I. I nudged Alexis awake and whispered to her, "We need to get up and fix the bed and get into the closet right now. Where are your clothes? You gather them and I'll pull the comforter back up and smooth the bed." She gathered her dress, bra and panties and her shoes and scurried into the closet and lay down. I wasn't worried too much about the bed. After all, Ron already knew of two people who had been on it tonight. My clothes were still in the closet so I hurried in and closed the door and lay down to spoon with Alexis. 

No sooner had we settled, than the door swung open and the light came on. Ron walked in with Olivia right behind him. They were both naked. Olivia was noticeably relieved and she glanced at the closet. She said, "Ron, I'll change the bedding. You don't have to sleep in here." He didn't say a word. He just pulled back the comforter and climbed in. 

Olivia went back to the master bedroom, stripped off the bed clothes and in minutes she had clean bedding on. She came back to the spare bedroom and turned the light back on. Ron was already snoring. Olivia came over to the closet and quietly opened the door. She whispered, "Sorry, I don't know what happened." 

Alexis whispered back, "That's OK Olivia. We know what happened." Olivia looked down at her and understood; she grinned and whispered, "Good for you. I'll see you in the morning." 

Olivia turned out the light and went back and climbed into bed. Dawn was coming on fast. Alexis was out like a light. 

... to be continued...



Pool Boy Ch. 1



Linda was thirty, and she didn't enjoy that fact. Even though it was just a number, she was depressed by it and by the fact that she had married her husband more for his money then for love. She didn't know it at the time, but now after four dull years of marriage she began to find it hard to remember why she married him, except for his money, Barry was a total bore in bed and she longed for a real man, for a real fucking. When it came to sex they both seemed bored.

Then one Sunday morning Barry woke to find that Linda wasn't in bed. It wasn't like her to be up before 10 on a Sunday, so he got up to make sure she was alright. Unlike Linda, Barry truly loved his beautiful wife. He knew he was lucky to have married her. Linda was 5'6" 110lbs with blonde hair and green eyes and a shapely 34B-23-36 figure. He tried to please her in bed, he would perform cunnilingus on her for 45 minutes sometimes before making love to her. He knew he was very average in the cock department and he also knew he was no great stud, often cumming within five minutes. He wanted to know what he could do to spice up their love making but Linda seemed to have already given up.

He stopped when he saw his wife staring out the backdoor. He could tell by the movement of her right arm that she was fingering herself as she looked out. He quietly moved a little closer. Linda seemed to be watching Brian, the pool boy. Brian was 19 and he did this during the summer to earn extra money for college. I'd spoken to him a few times and he seemed like a good kid. He was tall and he was on his college swim team and had a good, muscular body. Barry watched his wife, his cock beginning to twitch. When he saw her panties drop to her ankles he knew he should move in and help her out.

He tip-toed behind her, she was so into watching the young man vacuum the pool that she didn't notice him until he pressed his body against her. She jumped at first, not sure if he would be angry at what she was obviously doing. Then she felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass. She smiled to herself. "What are you doing?" he whispered in her ear, she didn't answer but moaned a little when he reached around and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were hard as erasers already. He let his hand wander down her belly until he was touching her hand which was already rubbing her mound. She pressed her wonderful ass against Barry's crotch and smiled at his hardness.

Barry started to slip her robe off of her shoulders but she stopped him. They were already doing to much in front of the double glass doors. He then went to kneel behind her but again she stopped him "No... fuck me" she whispered. He was a little surprised by her using the term "fuck me" but he was also turned on by it. He stood back up and lifted her robe. She arched her ass back at him, giving him better access to her golden-haired pussy. He was surprised at how easily he slid into her wet pussy, all the way on the first stroke. He'd forgotten how tight and hot and wet her pussy was because for some reason she got on the kick of using condoms the past 6 months because she didn't want to risk getting pregnant.

Barry was grateful to get to fuck her with deep, slow strokes because he knew he could last longer the way she usually liked to be fucked (hard and fast). He reached around and started pulling her nipples, not too hard but hard enough for her to make her nipples tingle. He never remembered her ever being so wet. She had her eyes glued on Brian, his shirt was off now and his chest sweaty and glistening. Barry knew she was imaging his cock belonged to another man but at that moment he didn't really care. What he cared about was the tremendous fucking he was giving and getting from Linda.

The deeper he stroked, the faster her hand moved over her clit. He felt like a stud for the first time in ages, Linda's motions and reactions to his fucking were awesome. She was so wet he felt her juices dripping down his balls. "That's it, fuck me lover. Shove your big cock in my hot pussy" she was fucking the pool boy in her mind. "Oh yes, baby...cumming...I'm cumming" and all of a sudden Linda started pounding her ass back and burying Barry's cock to the hilt as she came, her voice louder then he ever remembered during sex. His hand replaced hers and he rubbed her clit hard as he continued to fuck her, feeling his balls beginning to tighten up.

Linda leaned her head back to kiss her husband. She always loved deep, sloppy kisses while she was cumming. That's when Barry realized that Brian was watching them. He wasn't sure how much the kid could see but he was definitely staring at them through the glass. Linda was still cumming, her entire body was feeling it and this time she didn't stop Barry from tearing open her robe. If Brian could see, he might as well give him enough ammo to fuel a few jerk off sessions.

Barry was getting really close to cumming now. Linda's orgasm had subsided but she was still insatiable. "I'm close," he whispered in her ear. Linda fell to her knees in front of him, at first he was upset that his cock was no longer in her wet cunt, but his mood changed when she grabbed him and put him in her mouth. She sucked hard on his cock which was coated in her love juice while she fondled his balls. He kept his eyes open, looking over her at Brian. The pool boy was rubbing the lump in his shorts. Then Barry went blind. His cock exploded with such force his knees buckled. Linda kept her mouth over the head of his cock while she pumped the juice from his balls. He came more then he ever had before in his life and his horny wife was there, swallowing every creamy drop of his jizz. Linda was still fingering herself and she came again while he was emptying his nuts down her throat. He opened his eyes in time to see Brian move quickly across the backyard, carrying the long vacuum hose over his shoulder. He wondered if the kid had cum in his pants watching him fuck Linda.

Linda fell back against the floor, glowing and smiling and telling him it was never better then that. He smiled, he agreed with his gorgeous wife, smiling, a drop of his cum on her lip and cheek. "Maybe he should service the pool more often," Barry said to her. She stood up and hugged her husband, feeling a closeness she hadn't felt in ages. She was turned on again knowing that Barry knew she was thinking of someone else but he still gave her the fucking of her lifetime. Suddenly his 5 1/2" cock was more than enough for her.

The two of them did something else they hadn't done in a few years, they spent a lazy Sunday in bed reading the paper and fucking, then taking a shower and fucking some more. Neither one got dressed until work the next morning. All this good loving thanks to the pool boy.

To Be Continued...



Pool Boy Ch. 2



When we last left Barry and Linda, they had just had the greatest sex of their ho-hum marriage thanks in part to the pool boy Brian. Linda had imagined the young nineteen-year-old fucking her while her husband did the deed. That was three weeks ago. That was three Sundays ago and the two of them had fucked by the double glass windows each of those Sundays while Brian vacuumed the pool, pretending not to watch. So here's where we pick up, on the fourth Sunday, 8:30 a.m.

Barry awoke at 7 am, knowing his wife would wake up soon enough and want to get downstairs and get fucking in front of those double glass doors. The Sunday before she had her period but they still put on a performance for Brian, the pool boy which ended with Linda jerking Barry off and letting his cum splash against the glass door. It was also the first time that Brian had acknowledged their performance. Waving to them as he left the backyard. That little wave had really set the two of them off.

Unbeknownst to Linda, Barry had been fantasizing about her sucking off the young stud while he fucked her. Not just an occasional fantasy, but he was obsessed with the image. He wondered what Linda would do if Brian walked in and presented her with his young cock. She had imagined it a million times this past month. Wondering what it would look like, smell like, taste like, feel like... it kept her pussy in a constant state of arousal and Barry was the lucky recipient of her inflamed libido.

Linda was still asleep at 8 am when Barry heard Brian's van pull into their driveway. He tiptoed from the room and made his way downstairs. Brian looked nervous when Barry walked out to meet him even though Barry was smiling. He held out his hand and said hi and asked him how things were going. Brian, not really sure what to make of all this started to apologize saying he didn't mean to look at him and his wife, but he couldn't help it. Barry laughed and told him to relax. He was asking Brian questions about Linda that were both arousing Brian and making him a little uncomfortable. Brian nearly fell over when Barry asked him if he would like Linda to give him some head?

"Are you serious?"

"Very," Barry said, "and trust me. My wife knows how to suck cock if you hadn't noticed." So while Linda slept, he made plans for Brian to do a little more then watch. He just made Brian promise that he would walk away quietly if he figured Linda wrong, meaning if his wife freaked, the deal was off. Brian's mind raced but he agreed. Since April, when he first saw Linda he had lusted after her. He hadn't had sex since he left school, promising his girlfriend he wouldn't fuck anyone else while he was home for the summer.

Barry was making a pot of coffee when Linda walked downstairs. He noticed she had washed her face and fixed her hair and he also noticed by her minty breath that she had brushed her teeth to rid herself of morning breath. "How's our boy this morning?" she asked, looking out the kitchen window at Brian who was already shirtless wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts. His tan body glistened, like a bronze god as he worked the skimmer. "Mmm, he looks wonderful, doesn't he?"

Barry smiled at his wife and walked over and kissed her. "So what's under that robe?" he asked, playfully pulling it open. He was surprised that she had dressed for the occasion this morning because she usually just wore the panties she slept in. This morning she wore French cut panties and a matching black bra. Barry figured since Brian acknowledged them last week, she wanted to look her best... and she did look hot.

"My my... I think we should head over to those glass doors and show the pool boy how nice you look" Barry touched her ass, letting his fingers linger on her perfect skin. Linda dropped the robe and walked hand in hand with her husband to thier usual spot by the glass doors.

Linda leaned against the door, Barry standing behind her, his warm body pressing against her. He let his hands gently touch her body as they watched the well toned body of Brian walk around the pool, testing the water with his little chemical kit. Barry couldn't blame his wife for having the hots for Brian, he was a real good looking guy. Barry's mind flashed back to college when he had his first and only homosexual experience. He had never told Linda about it, he never told anyone about it.

He and his roommate had rented a porno movie and both had gotten too excited. The two of them sat side by side jerking off. Curiously, Barry had reached for his roommates cock and held it, then jerked it until his roommate exploded all over his own stomach. Barry remembered being shocked when his roommate leaned over and took his cock in his mouth. Barry came immediately. It never happened again and was never talked about. They graduated a month later and that was that. Barry considered himself 100% straight but he did give his cock and occasional jerk off thinking about that night in his dorm nearly 12 years ago.

"Do you think he has a big cock?" Barry whispered into his wife's ear, his hand wandering down over her lacey bra.

"I bet he does," she said, leaning her ass back and pleased to find her husband was already hard.

"Could you imagine that young, hard cock in your mouth while I fucked you?" she moaned and pressed her ass against him harder. His hand ran down her flat belly and he touched her panties, feeling the wetness. "You just licking his balls, sucking him... I bet he never had his cock sucked by anyone as good as you." Barry knew by her response, her breathing becoming heavier, her ass grinding a little harder. She was tweaking her own nipples through the bra. God, Barry was making her so hot she thought she'd cum before they even got started.

Barry slipped his hand into her panties and touched her wet slit. Since this whole thing started with the pool boy, he was amazed at how wet his wife could get. Barry reached over his wife and opened the glass doors "what the hell are you doing?" she asked, her mood had changed to panic.

"What you've wanted me to do for weeks... what I've fantasized about doing," and then he called out to Brian and told him to come in for a minute.

He said, "Sure thing," and headed over. He adjusted the obvious bulge in his snug shorts, his cock had been semi hard since his conversation with Barry earlier in the backyard. Linda went to get her robe but Barry grabbed her gently by the wrist.

"Come on, baby, You wore this for him... let him enjoy it," he said.

"Just what do you have in mind?" she asked nervously, suddenly feeling more self conscious then sexy.

"I want to watch you suck his cock... to lick his balls.... I want to see him cum all over you while I cum in your pussy," and just like that Linda felt weak in the knees. Brian was standing by the door. "Come in" Barry said.

Several things were obvious right away. The tent in Barry's boxers, the rather impressive bulge in Brians shorts, and the two spikes protruding from Linda's black bra. Brian was staring at Linda, his mouth was suddenly dry, his heart was pounding in his chest and his cock began to ache.

Barry had his wife turn around and show her perfect ass to Brian and when he asked Brian if that was the sweetest ass he'd ever seen the young man responded "yes" quickly. When she was facing Brian again Barry touched her breasts, making her jump a little. "I think Brian would love to see these," Barry said as he unsnapped her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. Her pink nipples were so hard and so taught, they looked amazing. Barry leaned forward and took one of her hard buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He removed his mouth much to Linda's dismay but invited Brian to help himself to the other pink nipple. Of course he took the invitation and soon they were both sucking her tits and she could feel her pussy dripping, soaking her panties.

The three of them stood there like that for several minutes. Linda the passive participant, her arms at her side. Then Barry guided her hand to the lump in Brian's shorts. He guided her hands along its length and was surprised that his erection was tilted sideways and almost reaching his hip. Of course by keeping her hand between him and Brian's cock, he couldn't be accused of anything. He moved his hand away and Linda continued to stroke Brian. Finally, her knees were too weak and she sat down on the couch. Barry dropped to his knees and rubbed her legs until she parted them slightly. The crotch of her panties were as wet as if she had pee'd in them.

He rubbed her covered pussy for a minute or two, by this time Linda was in heaven. She lay back and relaxed and Brian sat on the couch next to her and began sucking her tits again. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his shorts. She was dying to see it but her curiosity vanished as Barry pushed the wet crotch of her panties aside and started licking her wet slit. He was careful not to touch her clit right away. She pressed Brian's mouth harder against her chest and he kept sucking eagerly. Brian wasn't sure at first what was happening when Linda's hips shot off the couch and she almost screamed as she was overtaken with her first orgasm. Barry kept his mouth locked over her clit as she humped his face until her orgasm subsided.

Barry stood up and looked at Brian who was smiling, amazed. His girlfriend had orgasms but he'd never seen her react like that. Linda was relaxing for a moment in total bliss, this being by far the best orgasm of her life. What she didn't know was that they would get better... and very soon.

To Be Continued...



Pool Boy Ch. 3



We rejoin Linda, Barry and Brian, the pool boy. Linda still breathless after what was thus far the most intense and pleasurable orgasm of her 30 years.

Both men stood in front of her waiting for her to shake the cobwebs of her orgasm from her head. She took a deep breath and smiled, her entire body was alive and tingling from these two men standing in front of her. She looked at the tent in her husbands boxers and the rather large outline in the pool boys now uncomfortably tight denim shorts. These two cocks were hers, all hers.

She reached for Barry and made quick work of his boxers, pulling them down and off. His meaty 5 1/2" was hard, the head dark purple and shiny. Then she inched closer to Brian and eased his zipper down, pulling the front of his underwear down just enough to reveal the pink head. She leaned in and took the head in the mouth delighted at its sweet coating of pre-cum. Then she leaned back and told him to take down his shorts and underwear. He nearly tripped but he managed to become as naked as Barry was. Linda looked at both naked, hard cocks and couldn't help comparing them. While the pool boys cock was at least 2" longer then her husband's, he was not as thick and the head not nearly as mushroom shaped. His balls were tight and snug in their sac while Barry's balls hung a bit. She decided both were perfect.

She leaned forward and took Barry cock in her mouth, working her tongue over and around it before swallowing all of him and pulling up, letting his cock go with a slight "pop" sound. Then over to Brian. She was careful because she new how close her young lover was to cumming and it wasn't time yet. She licked the head, flicking her tongue over the slit. She had the idea to take both heads in her mouth at once but remembered a girlfriend in college saying that both guys freaked when she had tried this, Linda did not want to ruin this moment in any way so she resisted.

She moved back to Barry. One thing she noticed about her husband over the past few weeks was that the more steadily they fucked, the longer he was able to last. She put his cockhead back in her mouth and slid down and up a few times. His pre-cum was a bit more bitter then Brian's but she had learned to love its taste over the past month.

Back to Brian's young cock. She allowed herself to take the head into her mouth this time and slide slowly down. She made it 3/4 of the way down until she gagged a bit and moved back up. She felt Barry rubbing his wet cockhead against her cheek as she had Brian in her mouth. She backed off and looked at her two prizes one more time. She still couldn't believe this was happening. She knew she would worship her husband for eternity for allowing her these pleasures.

She held both cocks in her hand and pulled the guys forward a little until the swollen heads touched, neither guy moved or tried to pull away. Soon she had both cocks stretching her jaw. She was sucking two cocks at once... this was sooo amazing. Her pussy was on fire again and she needed some attention but she knew that had to wait a bit. The fucking was still to cum.

Her mouth was adjusting to the size of both cocks and the guys seemed to like it when she would take her mouth away and rub their cockheads together, then stuff them back into her mouth. She stroked each shaft as she did this. She was surprised by the sudden spurt of hot cum that splashed in her mouth. The jet was a thin powerful one. She realized it was Brian and she spit out her husbands cock for the moment. Brian's second shot of cum went by her face and into her hair. She had his cock back in her mouth for the third shot, and the half dozen that followed.

Barry was stroking his cock, watching his wife swallow the young studs cum was too much for him. While Linda still had Brian's cock in her mouth, Barry stepped up and started shooting his cum all over her cheek. She was able to get his cock in her mouth for the last few spurts but was still a mess. Her pussy was in need of something and fast. Feeling the hot cum drip from her cheek onto her breasts made her feel like a total slut and she loved the way that felt.

Her husband fell between her open legs and as soon as he stuck a finger in her and locked his mouth over her clit she came. This orgasm though was a bit less intense and served only to increase her need for a cock stuffed in her. "Lets go upstairs now," she said and stood as both guys followed, their cockheads wet and sticky. Barry was surprised that Brian's cock was still rock hard.

Once upstairs on their unmade bed, Linda lay on her back and motioned to two men to her. Like earlier, they each took a tit and worked on her. She was getting that feeling again, her whole body was tingling as they sucked harder and harder on her sensitive nipples. Brian began kissing his way down her belly and stopped when he got to her blonde bush. He looked up at her and in a shy voice asked her "Can I?" she opened her legs wider and told him to go for it.

Brian didn't have much experience at eating pussy. He'd licked his girlfriend on several occasions but it was always just to warm her up. Here, he had a pussy that was already soaked, the lips pink and swollen and a clit at least twice as big as his girlfriends. He licked at the lips tentatively but it felt good to Linda. She could never cum from this type of technique but she thought it a good warm up for Barry's cock. Ah, Barry's cock.

She motioned for her husband to straddle her chest and she took his semi hard cock in her mouth. She sucked him deep, using plenty of suction. After five minutes of this she was surprised that she was nearing her third orgasm. Time to have a cock in her. She told her husband to fuck her and he didn't need to be asked a second time.

"Move over, partner," he said to Brian who reluctantly left the pussy he was feasting on. He stayed down at the bottom of the bed though and watched as Barry rubbed the swollen mushroom head up and down Linda's slit. She was so wet, her pussy seemed to open on its own trying to suck the cock that was so close into it. Finally Barry entered his wife who was now begging to be fucked... begging! He'd never heard her beg before for his cock. She let out a long, loud moan as he slid all the way in.

Brian had watched enough, he moved up and knelt by Linda's head. At first she was so into the fucking she was getting that she forgot about Brian until she felt his cock slide across her lips. Mmm, this was good. She opened her mouth and took him in as Barry fucked her slow and deep. She was rising to a slow boil and it felt so good. Her young lover slid his cock across her lips, her husband was leaning in so close watching her mouth work the big cock in front of her. A few times the head of Brian's cock came within inches of Barry's own mouth but Barry resisted his curiosity.

Brian was the first to start cumming, his cum shot across Linda's face and down onto her sweaty tits. Barry felt some of Brian's cum hit him on the shoulder as Linda kept pumping his cock until it was empty and spent. Barry was getting close himself and Linda was right on the verge, her body was building not towards a climax but towards an explosion. Her toes were curling, she was ripping at the bed sheets.

Barry grabbed her ass and hips for leverage and leaned back, pulling her pussy onto his hard cock. He was pounding her, slamming his cock balls deep with every thrust and she was being more vocal then he had ever remembered. "Touch my clit" she yelled. Brian was startled by her loud demand and thought it was directed at him. He quickly reached down and rubbed her clit furiously. His fast moving hand was rubbing Barry's cock as well. They came at the same time, Linda's body convulsing and spasming, her pussy getting vice-like around her husbands cock as he unleashed what felt like a gallon of white hot cum. He kept pumping, shooting into Linda's pussy and she kept cumming until finally there was quiet in the room.

Linda's pussy was almost numb, sore from Barry's pounding. He did a lot of damage with that 5 1/2" monster of his. Brian had another erection and Linda told him he could fuck her if he wanted but he said he promised his girlfriend he wouldn't fuck anyone. He asked if he could lick her pussy again and she looked down, the blonde hair matted wet and sticky. He lay beside her and as he licked her pussy, licked out her cum and Barry's, he stroked his erection until he came. Barry remembered smiling, cuddling with his wife as they fell asleep. When they awoke several hours later Brian was gone. His dried cum in her hair and on her tits was the only sign that he was there, and that it really happened. Linda snuggled a little closer to her husband and whispered that she loved him, more today then the first day that they had met. And he knew he loved her more too.

Summer passed and Brian went back to school in last August. The three of them had gotten together twice more before he left and Linda made sure she gave him a thorough lesson in cunnilingus, so he could impress his girl. To Brian, it was every nineteen year-old boy's wettest dreams come true. For Barry, it was a memory that never failed to get his cock hard and ready for his wife. For Linda it was more... the pool boy had saved her marriage.