3 comments/ 65044 views/ 15 favorites Pool Boy Wages By: Sparky15 My name is Kurt Williams. I am the Technology Director for South Prairie School Corporation, a small rural school corporation in north central Illinois. For no apparent reason, I get more than my share of strange pussy, and these are my stories. Summer term is not that bad. Sure I would rather spend the day on the golf course, but with school dismissing around noon each day, the deserted classrooms make it easy for my staff and me to get the computer maintenance done. Wednesday morning had been a stressful morning. A new supervision package for the high school computer lab was not working and the tech support staff I was on the phone with didn't know squat. I was on hold and reading the Chicago Tribune online when the MS Outlook audible alert beeped to let me know I had a new email. Now most of the time, a new email was bad news and something to be ignored as long as possible. One of the teachers probably needed help. More work for the guys and me. But the window that popped up got my attention. The email was from Jenny McCray. Mrs. McCray, for my money, is the best-looking teacher in the South Prairie School Corp. And for a small rural school corporation out in the middle of nowhere, we have quite a few good-looking teachers. But Mrs. McCray is the best of the best! I quickly opened the email package and read Mrs. McCray's request. She was having problems with a browser plug-in. With a grin, the horn-dog side of me kicked in, and I thought about how I had a "plug-in" for her. Usually I would send one of the guys, either Kerry or Lance, to handle a simple job like a browser update, but this call deserved my personal touch. With great anticipation, I hung up on the tech support flunkies and headed out the door towards the middle school. As I made the maybe 500-yard walk towards the middle school, I thought about the amazing Mrs. McCray. Tall and thin, Jenny was maybe 35 years old and the possessor of an amazing rear end. Her ass was absolutely perfect and she loved to show it off with dress pants that fit her like a glove. But what set Jenny apart from all the rest was a beautiful face that literally took your breath away. Big brown eyes, perfect skin, exquisitely formed thick pouty lips, jet back hair that framed her face like a museum masterpiece – Mrs. McCray was the modern day version of the face that launched a thousand ships. Every time I talked to her, every time, I thought to myself two things. One – this girl is the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in person in my life. Two – how I would give my right arm to kiss her just one time! And the beautiful Mrs. McCray and I had a past. But unfortunately at least for me, our relationship was 100% professional. Back when she had first started at SPSC, she and I had partnered on an after-school middle school weather project. Jenny supplied the science expertise and me the technology. Jenny and I had spent considerable time together and got to know each other rather well. In fact, it was during our time together, that Jenny met her husband Scott and decided to marry him. Looking back, those afternoon's spent with Jenny were some of my best days in education! I timed it so that I got to Jenny's classroom right before dismissal. I stood aside as Jenny's class of 8th graders hit the door and headed for the busses. I peaked around the corner of the door and there was Jenny, bent over the document camera and adjusting a cable. That was another thing I liked about summer term, I thought to myself – relaxed dress code. Jenny had on shorts that hugged her read end and I had the perfect view. I hesitated a few seconds and admired her perfection before knocking on the door. "Anyone here having computer problems?" I said to get her attention. She immediately stood up and turned around. She flashed me that A+ smile and said, "Hey Kurt. Thanks for coming over so quickly!" Not only did Jenny have on shorts that showed off her long and lean sun-tanned legs, she also had on a thin, spaghetti-strapped top that revealed just a hint of cleavage. A sneak-a-peak top as I liked to call what she had on for obvious reasons. Jenny's boobs were probably the only part of her magnificence that was not spectacular. They appeared to be firm and average in size – maybe a "B" cup was my guess. I often wondered what her nipples looked like. "You know it Jen! Anything for the beautiful Mrs. McCray," I said. As usual, I flirted her up a little which I know she expected. In fact, it was my opinion that she very much liked compliments on her beauty. We spent the next few minutes catching up on each other's lives. I asked about her husband Scott and her son Kendall and she about my wife Kim and our daughters. Talking with Jenny was quite the experience. First off, she was a close talker. She got right up next to you - so close that every sentence was gift-wrapped with her amazing perfume. And she talked with her hands. She emphasized points with taps on my forearms or pats on my chest. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was flirting. But from experience, I knew she interacted like this with everyone. She knew she was stone cold beautiful and she knew how to use it! "OK Jenny. Let's take a look at this computer," I said as I sat down and rolled the chair under the computer. Jenny cozyed-up next to me and pointed out what site to go to and what the problem was. I immediately knew the fix but stalled around a few extra minutes to prolong my "up-close and personal" time with Jenny. "So how you been spending your afternoons?" I asked as I poked around on her computer. It was July and a typical hot and humid Illinois summer. 'Oh....usually hanging out in the air conditioning," she said. "But I would like to be in my swimming pool if it wasn't so filthy." "A dirty pool? What's with that? Doesn't Scott keep it clean for you?" I asked. Jenny's husband Scott was about 10 years older than her and the basketball coach at Lincoln High, a much larger school in the county north of South Prairie. Scott had played guard on the Indiana State basketball team and had been all Missouri Valley Conference. Jenny was his second wife, and they had a boy Kendall who was about 6 or so. "No – he doesn't. He says he will but with summer league, clinics, weight lifting, open gym and all that goes with his job, he is always too busy. He promises he will take time to clean it, but it just hasn't got done all summer," Jenny said with disdain. "That's too bad," I said. "Keeping our pool clean is probably my most important summer job. Kim and the girls swim every day." "So how does Kim get you to do it? I need some advice – something I can use to get Scott to help out more with the pool." "Oh that's easy," I said. "Once a month she pays off in pool boy wages." After I said that, I instantly regretted it. "Pool boy wages? What is that?" Jenny asked with a perplexed look on her face. OK – I was in up to my chin and no way out. Only thing left to do was plow ahead with the sexual innuendo that I had started. "Well. Haven't you seen in a movie where the nice looking woman of the house takes care of the young guy that cleans the pool? As I was explaining the pool boy reference, I was watching her face and I could tell she didn't understand what I was alluding to. Or maybe she understood and was pretending not to. "Takes care of?" She said. "Yeah, takes care of as in like, like....... special... sexual... favors, " I answered and again regretted where this conversation was headed. As I mentioned earlier, with Jenny I pretty much played it straight. During our time when we were working together, I had thrown out a sexual comment or two, which she usually just ignored. So I finally gave up. This conversation was blazing new territory. Jenny smiled and shook her head. "I see. Special... sexual ...favors....... like maybe a blowjob? Am I right?" I forced a laugh and gave a big-eyes, high eyebrows look of utter amazement. "Yeah. You got it. Special sexual favors like a blowjob! And I mean a good blowjob. That will get your pool cleaned!" She just looked at me and kind of smiled and shook her head as in she could not believe what I just told her. "Thanks for the computer help, Kurt. I've got to go down to the office and see Mrs. Gasser before she leaves. Have a good day." And just like that she was out the door and I was alone to finish the computer work. She was headed to see Mrs. Gasser, the middle school principal. Probably to file a sexual harassment charge against me! What had I got myself into? Thursday morning and so far so good – I wasn't in trouble - at least not yet. No call from Jenny's husband Scott. No message to please report to the principal's office. No visit from the union guy. I was feeling better about our conversation but decided maybe a follow-up visit to Jenny's room was a good idea. I wanted to do a face-to-face to gauge her feelings toward me. So again, a few minutes after the kids had left for the day, I made my way over to Jenny's room and stuck my head in the door. "Hey Jen," I said. "Just following up to see if we got the computer fixed yesterday." Jenny was at her desk and appeared to be grading papers. She looked up at me and as usual, gave me that big beautiful smile. So it looked like no harm done yesterday and we were still cool! "Hi Kurt. How are you? Thanks for stopping by and yes I think the computer site is working as it should." As usual, I was mesmerized by her incredible good looks and momentarily at a loss for words. I mumbled out a few mangled phrases or two about how I was just doing my job. I felt sufficiently re-enforced that our conversation yesterday about "pool boy wages" had no ill effects, said my good-byes, and turned around to leave. "Kurt," she said. "I did want to ask you about something you said yesterday;" I abruptly halted my exit, turned around, and walked a few steps closer to Jenny. I am sure she could see the look of concern on my face. She brushed past me, toward the open door, and appeared to look both ways down the hallway. I figured out later that she was making sure no one was in earshot and could hear what she was about to say. "Kurt, yesterday, when we were talking about cleaning the pool, you mentioned that your pay was a "good" blow job. What exactly is a "good" blowjob? Her question momentarily floored me. But I quickly regained my composure and confidence when it hit me that we were again engaging in sex talk and it was not initiated by me. And I am pretty good with sex talk! "Well.....," I started. "I guess as a guy I could say that all blowjobs are good. But I guess when I was referring to a "good" blowjob I meant that the......the ....act...was what you might call the "feature attraction" of the night's activities." I said it with a smile. Or maybe it was a smirk. And I seemed to twitch my eyebrows a couple of times as I spoke. Jenny seemed to be listening attentively and nodded her head a couple of times as if signifying she understood what I meant. Then she said it. "You mean Kim sucks your dick till you cum in her mouth?" There was no hiding it this time. My jaw was resting on my chest and my eyes looked like that kid in Home Alone when he puts on the after-shave. I kind of forced a laugh and said "Yeah,..sometimes that happens. But sometimes she aims it at her face or boobs." I was pretty much lying. Through the years, Kim had not distinguished herself as a lover of performing oral sex. Now while we were dating, that was a different story. She willingly went down on my dick often and with great expertise. But once I said, "I do" every thing changed. She did it only as a favor to me, and only when she had to. In fact, in about the third year of our marriage, out of nowhere, she announced she hated giving blowjobs and had given her last. We came close to divorce. Through some soul-bearing conversations, I learned that her only college boyfriend had a large penis – "8 or 9 inches and fat" - was her estimate, which made sexual intercourse for her extremely uncomfortable. So often times she resorted to blowjobs as to satisfy him without the use of her pussy. So she grew to hate oral sex, especially administering to a monster cock. Well I couldn't see living my life with no blowjobs ever. So we talked it over and came to a compromise. Oral sex almost split us up, but we really did love each other so Kim consented to occasionally suck my dick. I continued to get blowjobs, two, maybe three minutes on special occasions – birthday, Christmas, etc. And never with any enthusiasm or commitment or with me reaching climax. Knowing that Kim did not like large cocks, and since she did marry me, it is easy to come to the conclusion that I don't have the equipment to ever star in any porno flicks! My dick is at best average, a little over 6 inches, but with a very big mushroom head. Truthfully, the size of my cock is a little deceiving as it looks much bigger when I wear jeans or tight fitting pants. I have one of those peckers that is almost at full size in the flaccid state. So a few times through the years, girls have been somewhat disappointed when they saw my erect penis. They expected more. But, "no brag – just fact," due to my expert lovemaking skills, they went away very satisfied and usually eager for a second helping. Bottom line is that Kim found me to fit very nicely in her pussy and did not suffer the discomfort she had earlier experienced with the "big" boyfriend. Jenny smiled. She nodded her head. She said she understood and that I had given her a very good idea on how she could get her pool cleaned but she would have to think about it a little more. And with that we said our goodbyes and I walked out the door wondering what the hell she meant when she said she would have to "think about it a little more." Friday morning. I had golf scheduled for 11 AM with a few of my buddies. I was hoping for an uneventful couple of hours and then get away early for some fun. I opened the Outlook and there was another email from Jenny. McCray. She wanted me to come by and see her after class. "Good news – bad news!" I said to myself. Good news that for the 3rd straight day I would get to spend time with Jenny. But the bad news is that I need to make some phone calls and push back the golf a few hours. Funny how the thought of putting Jenny off till Monday never crossed my mind! The morning crawled by and finally it was approaching noon and time to make my way over to see Jenny. The kids were making their way to the busses and Jenny was standing in the doorway. "Hey Kurt," she said. "Come on in. I want to talk to you about something." She didn't move from the doorway and I had to squeeze past her to enter the room. I got a whiff of her perfume and gave her a smile as I stole a quick gaze into her eyes. After I past her, she closed the door behind us to insure our privacy, something I don't think she had ever done before. "Kurt, I was thinking. You said you keep your pool clean. So why don't I hire you to clean our pool?" She paused and took a deep breath. "And I will pay you the pool boy wages that you told me about." She again paused. "That is if you are interested?" "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" I said to myself or maybe out loud. I couldn't tell for sure as I was momentarily in a daze and not real sure what was real and what was not. Finally regaining my composure, I smiled, or maybe it was a snicker, and told her she wouldn't have to ask me twice – that I was ready, willing, and able to clean her pool. Just tell me when and what time, I said. I also noticed that like the school kids say, I was sporting a chubby! Jenny stole a glance at my crotch and also noticed my growing excitement. She closed the gap between us and put both hands on my chest. Her face was about 8 inches from mine. "How about Sunday? Scott is taking Kendall to the Brickyard 400 over in Indiana," she said. " They will leave early and be gone till late. You could come over ...say maybe 10 in the morning?" "Sure. That works for me," I said. We were still extremely close together and I sensed my opportunity to at last get that kiss I had so many times dreamed about. I think Jenny read my mind. Or maybe she had the same dream? "Here's a little down payment," she said as she closed the gap and kissed my lips. Her lips lingered on mine for maybe 15 seconds. At the same time her right hand dropped lower, found my hard cock, and gave it a forceful squeeze. And just like that she stepped back, gave me a smile and said, "See you Sunday!" She was out the door and I was by myself to ponder today's events as well as those of tomorrow. Golf later that afternoon was a joke. I couldn't focus and my buddies royally kicked my ass. I kept thinking about Jenny and the kiss and what was going to happen. Of course I had doubts – would I perform? Would she be pleased with me sexually? And of course the thought went through my head that she was somehow playing me. Would I really be cleaning her pool or was that just part of the plan? Or was me cleaning her pool THE plan? Friday afternoon and Saturday were slow and stressful, that's for sure. Sunday morning I awoke early and wolfed down some coffee and toast. I then took a long hot shower and again thought forward to the life-altering experience that awaited me. Just in case, I loaded up my garden hose and the vacuum I use to clean our pool. I told Kim I was golfing today and made my way to Jenny's house. Though Jenny's town is much bigger than the town I live in, her house is still very much in a rural setting. I had been there a few years earlier as I had once helped Scott fix some wireless networking problems. They owned about 5 acres, mostly surrounded by corn and bean fields, and some good-sized oak and maple trees landscaped the yard. I turned up the lane and headed the 75 yards or so to the house. I was about 15 minutes late but Jenny was outside with a hose watering some flowers. Even though it was mid morning, the heat was beginning to build. It was going to be one hot day I thought to myself. Jenny had on her swimsuit, a 2 piece red bikini. She also had on a little transparent wrap that made a feeble attempt to cover her body. I exited my car and walked toward her, unsure of how to play things? She turned off the hose and walked towards me. "So...here you are," she said with that ever-present heart-stopping smile. As always, she looked fantastic. Jenny never seemed to wear or need much makeup and today it was my thought that she was without any makeup whatsoever. "Here I am," I answered back. "Ready to get to work and looking forward big-time to payday!" As I got closer, I got my best look ever at her boobs. Her bikini top was small with even smaller straps and left nothing to the imagination. Her boobs, firm and tanned, looked bigger than what I had imagined. I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on them. But it was her legs that really got my attention. Perfect in every way – long, muscular, tanned, and smooth. What a beautiful woman Jenny was and my cock was responding accordingly. "I bet you are. I bet you are!" I saw her eyes travel up and down my body. I had worn my swim trunks, which were the big baggy type, but my excitement was still very much on display. "Work first, pool boy wages only after a job well done," she said as she led me to the backyard and the pool. I purposefully tried to walk a few paces behind her to ogle her rear end. The McCray family had an above ground metal pool, the typical 4 feet deep, which was fully surrounded by a wood deck. We climbed up the deck ladder and surveyed the pool. Just as Jenny had said, the water was clean but the bottom of the pool was filthy with debris. So I guess I really was here to clean the pool, I thought to myself. Pool Boy Wages "So Jenny, what do you have to clean the pool?" I asked. She responded that in the out building was a vacuum and hose apparatus that hooked up to the filter. She helped me find the necessary tools and soon I was in the pool ready to begin the task. The vacuum worked great and I worked my way around the pool bottom with relative ease. The heat was beginning to build and the pool water felt great – very refreshing. The work somewhat took my mind off of Jenny but only temporarily. She had retreated into the air-conditioned house, but finally emerged as noon approached. I was delighted to see that she had taken off the wrap. She had a paper plate with a turkey sandwich, some chips, and an ice cold Budweiser. I was not that hungry, thinking I might be hungrier after. But I was certainly thirsty! She sat the food and beer on the deck then climbed up the ladder. "Hey. Looking pretty good. I thought you might be hungry so I brought you something to eat," she said. "Kinda hungry but definitely thirsty. That Bud looks real good," I said as I grabbed the Bud from the deck and chugged over half on the first swig. "Ahh.... hits the spot." Jenny walked around the deck and surveyed my work. A couple of times she nodded her head and commented that I was doing a good job. I told her maybe 30 minutes and I would be done. "OK," she said. "When you're done, come on in through the patio door. There's a bathroom down the hallway on the right. You can take a quick shower and then I'll settle up with you." She smiled when she said "Settle up." And she was down the ladder and making her way to the house. So it looked like to me I would be getting the blowjob. No con was on where I cleaned the pool and then got stiffed. So I picked up the pace and in another 20 minutes or so the pool looked great. I quickly unhooked the vacuum hose and put everything back where I had found it. I grabbed the towel, underwear, and shorts that I had brought along, made my way to the house and knocked on the patio door. Jenny did not answer so I knocked again. Still no answer so I opened the unlocked door, stuck my head in, and tried to get her attention. "Jenny. Jenny! I'm done. ......Jenny!" I yelled but still no answer. Again doubt came into my mind. Was it just a con to get me to clean the pool? Earlier she had told me to take a shower so I decided that was what I would do. I entered the door, entered what appeared to be the family room, and looked around. The house was dark; no lights on, most of the blinds had been pulled, and also very quiet. No TV or radio sounds could be heard. I found the bathroom and entered. I debated whether to close the door or leave it wide open. I decided to close it. It looked like the McCray's son Kendall used this bathroom. I started the water, stripped down and jumped in the shower. I soaped up and especially made sure to wash my privates – wanted them good and clean! But thinking about what might happen caused just a few strokes with my soap-covered hand to get my cock well on its way toward an erection. Finishing up, I used the towel that Jenny had left on the toilet to quickly dry off. No use in getting dressed, I thought. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I left the bathroom and headed back down the hall toward the family room. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, I saw Jenny. She still had on her bikini. "Hey Kurt. While you were in the shower, I looked at the pool. The water looks good. You did a nice job and I think you earned your pay." She took a few steps towards the couch and then continued. "Come on over here," she said giving me the "come-on" move with the crooked pointing finger. I walked towards Jenny and opened my arms. She closed the gap and willingly fell into my embrace. I had my arms around Jenny, could feel her boobs against my chest, and could feel my throbbing erection rubbing against her belly. At this moment, there was no other place on earth I would rather be. She cocked her head, looked up and me and without a word, moved her face towards mine. Her lips met mine and we shared our first kiss. A simple kiss, no tongue interaction, just a kiss but one to remember. "Ready for your paycheck, pool boy?" she said when her lips finally pulled away from mine. Her left had rubbed across my chest and she briefly rubbed my nipple with her thumb. The resulting jolt of pleasure traveled like lightening from the top of my brain to the tip of my dick. "Oh yeah," was all I could say. But what I was thinking was this was the ideal time for the kiss I had fantasized about for years. My lips again found her lips but this time I took more forceful control and used my tongue to probe her lips. She hesitated just a few seconds before parting her lips and relenting to the French kiss I hoped she wanted as much as I did. It struck me that our heights were perfect and we fit together like we were made for each other. We enthusiastically kissed, our tongues and lips intertwined with the joy of kissing someone new for the first time. As our bodies rubbed together, I thought about making a play for some boob, but decided maybe I should play it a little more cautiously. I was enjoying the kissing and humping, but it struck me that my level of excitement was maybe getting beyond control. Again it was Jenny that broke the kiss. "Wow......that was amazing," I said. And I really meant it. It might have been the best kiss I ever received. Stepping back, Jenny pulled the towel from my waist and threw it on the floor. She then wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a forceful squeeze. "This will do," she said, referring to my dick, which made me momentarily wonder the intent of the comment. With her hand still firmly attached to my love muscle, she "directed' me to the couch and pushed me down. I fell backwards onto the couch as she dropped to her knees and worked her way between my legs. My excitement, my mental state, was comparable to the first time I ever had sex. I was shaking; no maybe shivering. Was it from the air conditioning or the anticipation? Didn't matter as it was about to happen .....sex with the most beautiful woman I had ever met! Jenny still had me in her hand and was running her fingers up and down my dick. She especially concentrated on the sensitive underside that she rubbed with her thumb. My cock had never been harder. It was so hard it ached and a small amount of pre-cum was already oozing out of the head. Her thumb smeared the sticky liquid around the tip. "You're gonna like this," she said with a sensual and sultry voice I don't think I had ever heard from her before. And with that she bent her head and pressed her lips against the head of my dick. He tongue found the pre-cum and lapped it up. But she didn't take my cock into her mouth, not at first anyway. She had her mouth open and my cock resting on her tongue between her perfect lips. My only complaint was that the light was too low. It felt fantastic but I wished I could better see what I was feeling. Her tongue ran back and forth, again tantalizing the underside of my cock, for maybe a minute, all the while gazing up at me. I groaned something about how good it felt. And with that, very slowly, she bent forward and inched my cock into her mouth. Two, maybe two and a half inches went into her mouth VERY SLOWLY and then she stopped. I could faintly see her eyes looking up at me as she slowly started working her way back to the top of my cock. Again my cock was lightly resting on her lips. And after a brief pause, she again worked her way down my shaft, this time taking a little more of my dick into her mouth. On the down stroke, I could feel her tongue expertly massaging the underside of my dick. This was her technique, slowly and deliberately working her way up and down my cock, always a brief pause before she headed the other direction. It didn't take long, and she had expertly taken all I had to offer her as her lips ground against my pubic hair on each and every downward stroke. And as her mouth administered to my dick, her fingers on her free hand were wrapped around my balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to approach the pleasure/pain borderline that the brain has a tough time distinguishing the difference between. My level of excitement was intense as I was moaning and groaning and testifying to the world that she was the best ever! Jenny no doubt sensed my situation and backed off my dick. She straightened up and leaned into me, her lips searching for mine. This time she kissed me like she was kissing Brad Pitt. Her lips smashed into mine as her tongue probed deep into my throat. Jenny McCray was as turned on sucking my dick as I was getting my dick sucked by her! I felt this was my chance to see her boobs and reached back behind her to the clasp of her bikini top. She knew what I wanted. "No Kurt," she said as she pulled my hand away. "The deal was a blow job only." I wasn't about to give up as my hand, though pulled away from her back, had found her tit and I was rubbing her breast through the outside of her top. "Come on baby. I've dreamed of seeing your boobs. Let's see these beautiful breasts" I continued caressing her breast and could feel her erect nipple through the thin material of the bikini top. She made no effort to stop me and I could tell by her reaction that she was enjoying my hand on her boob. I made my move. I slipped my hand up under her bikini top and pushed it above her breasts, allowing me to get both hands on her boobs. Her nipples were nice. She had thick nipples and they stood out maybe 3/8" or so. I pinched them between my thumb and forefinger and she let out an audible groan. I pinched harder and I noticed her groans and that the look of pleasure on her face intensified. I pulled the red bikini top over her head and tossed it on the floor. So much for the" blow job only" deal! Again we kissed. This kiss, maybe not quite so much passion but maybe a little more sensual. When we broke, she said something about not being sure if she could kiss me after my dick was in her mouth. I told her I had no problem with that. Again she was after my dick and this time with a purpose. Her head bobbed up and down on my dick and her fingers ran expertly along the underside on the upstroke. She wanted me to cum and I planned on obliging her! Skillfully her mouth worked my dick and all too soon I began to feel the familiar tug at my testicles that told me an explosion was imminent. Telling her I was getting close only caused her to suck harder. "Cum for me Kurtie! Shoot your cum on my face," she said as her hand ran up and down my saliva-coated cock. Three more lip trips up and down my pole and I was there. "Here it is baby. Aghhhhhhhhh!!" The first shot went down her throat as she still had my cock buried deep in her throat. Backing off, she took my cock in her had and aimed the next series of cum shots at her mouth. The first was high and left a long white streak of sticky, messy cum from the top of her lip to the edge of her eyebrow. The next three shots all found their mark and were deposited in her mouth. She used her hand to milk even more cum from my cock, which she spread on her cheek by rubbing my cock head back and forth against her face. "Wow, that was fantastic. I think I saw God!" That was my standard line after making love with a girl for the first time. And this time I think I really truly meant it! Jenny spent a few more minutes with my cock. She licked and sucked on it as it slowly shrank back to size. She finally gave it a final kiss and then joined me on the couch. I put my arm around her and she leaned her head against my shoulder. I racked my brain for something witty to say but the best I could do was a feeble comment about how I would gladly clean her pool again next week. I think her eyes were closed and I don't think she really heard me. She probably thought she was done for the day but I had other ideas. First I slipped off of the couch and on to my knees and grabbed my shower towel. I made my way between Jenny's legs and made an awkward attempt to wipe her face. She came out of her stupor, realized what I was doing and finished the clean-up job. "Ohhh.....you made quite the mess," Jenny said to me as she again leaned back against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. "I did didn't I!" was my response. "You were fantastic and I don't think I've ever cum like that in my life." Still positioned between her legs, now it was my turn to service. I wanted to eat that pussy! I spent some time running my hands up and down those silky smooth legs – I had never felt anyone so smooth in my life. Looking up, I could see her eyes open and gazing down at me but she made no attempt to discourage me. She still had her bikini bottom on so I put my fingers inside the waist and forcefully pulled down. This was it. If she didn't let me pull her bottoms down, I was done, as I would never force anything on her. "Jenny, I want to pay you back. Make you feel as good as you made he feel," I said. Again I tugged on her bikini bottom and this time she obligingly raised her hips and off came the red bottoms. Now I like pussy. I like to fuck pussy but I also really like to eat pussy! I was a kid before the days of the Internet so porno was not as readily available as it is today. Today's kids, they see Redtube videos and they learn what to do. But I had to learn and my teacher was actually my teacher – a home ec student teacher. She spent the entire summer after I graduated teaching me the finer arts of making love to a woman. And the point of emphasis was eating pussy. I was a champ and knew my way around a pussy like few other men. I positioned each hand just below her knee and pushed up and back on her legs, spreading her legs and giving me my first view of Jenny McCray's womanhood. I wasn't disappointed as her pussy was just as impressive as the rest of her. Neatly trimmed pubic hair – the landing strip as they call it today, and a pussy that looked more like it belonged to a teenager than a 30-something mother. "Jenny, you are beautiful, so beautiful," I whispered as my face inched closer to its destination. I took a whiff of her hot pussy and was overcome with the smell of a woman in heat, probably my most favorite smell. I started my licking and nibbling on her inner thighs, so smooth and delicate. I alternated left to right to left and as I passed her pussy, I gently blew on it. She was wiggling her rear end and gently thrusting toward me, she was ready for some pussy licking. "Oh, Jenny.....so nice...so nice," I said as my tongue finally found its mark and ran the length of her slit. Jenny gasped and this time with a little more urgency thrust her snatch towards my tongue. I took the hint and went to work forcefully running my tongue around her pussy lips. I used my thumbs to gently separate her pussy and again ran my tongue up and down her slit. Now I had access to her clit. Due to the darkness of the room we were in, I couldn't see it very well but from my thumbs and tongue bumping up against it, I could tell she had a nice one – bigger than most anyway. I alternated clitoris manipulation with laps up and down her snatch. She was enjoying it as indicated by her moans of pleasure but even more so by her verbalizations: "Yeah Kurt, that's it! That's the spot. Oh yeah, that feels so good. Do it baby, lick my cunt. Lick my cunt and make me cum!" Jenny was a dirty talker and nothing I like better than a "potty-mouth" girl in bed! She was getting close. I could sense that she was very close to orgasm so I increased my intensity. I licked hard at her clit and ran my thumbs up and down her pussy lips. And another thing I noticed was that as my thumbs neared her asshole, she didn't seem turned off. I made a mental note of the fact that next time, if there was indeed a next time, I might just be doing a little anal exploration and maybe fucking her in the ass! And with one final, forceful lick, Jenny came! And Jenny came hard! He back arched and her stomach muscles tightened and her ass came up off the couch. During her climax, I reached up with my right hand and found her nipple, giving it a hard squeeze. The pinch and pull of her nipple seemed to greatly intensify her orgasm. Now my normal pussy-eating routine, is that when a girl is coming, I go all-out licking that pussy trying for one last quick big "O." But not this time as I wanted her still horny and wanting more. I wanted to fuck her and I was ready! My dick was iron-bar stiff and ready for action. She was still leaning back against the couch with her bottom hanging over the edge of the couch. I moved up and rubbed my hard dick against her snatch. "I want to fuck you baby. I want my dick in your pussy, " I said. She no doubt realized that my dick was zeroing in on her pussy and obviously had second thoughts about fucking. Her hands came up and pushed forcefully against my chest. "No Kurt. That was not part of the deal. I don't think we should have sex," she said. But what she said and what she was doing, ever so gently hunching her snatch against my pecker, was two different things. "Come on Jenny, you know you want it. Let's fuck. I want you so bad. You got me so hard." I was begging and her actions made me believe I was getting closer to where I wanted to be. Without saying a word, she again pushed me back and awkwardly got to her feet. My heart sank as she disappeared around the corner and was gone down the hall. I flipped over onto my back, hard on waving in the air with no place to go, resigned to the fact it was close but not quite a home run. "Here Kurt. Put this on and let's fuck!" Jenny said as she dropped an unopened Trojan on my stomach. From agony to ecstasy, I ripped open the rubber and slipped it over my still strong erection. Jenny quickly straddled me and again rubbed her wet pussy up and down my cock. But not for long as I felt her reach down, find my dick with her hand, and place it at the entrance to her pussy. She then rather forcefully jammed herself down and took about ¾ of my dick up her pussy. She started working her hips back and forth sliding my dick deeper and deeper into her pussy. And as she was fucking me, she also started to kiss me – deep and passionate kisses with her tongue working my lips and face. It hit me that she was turned on by the pussy juice on my face and was licking it off! Again I was in heaven as this was just about the best lovin' I had ever had. Her pussy was so tight and looking up at that beautiful face, sex had never been better and I was getting close! My hands ran back and forth, squeezing her boobs and pinching her big hard nipples. But if this was a one-time-only fuck, I wanted something else. I wanted to fuck her from behind and see that beautiful ass in action. I grabbed her by the legs and gave a little push – maybe a big push – and Jenny looked down at me with a quizzical look on her face. "Turn over Jenny. Lean up against the couch so I can fuck you from behind, " I said and was delighted as Jenny flipped off of me and worked her way on her knees back towards the couch. She had her elbows on the couch and leaned her head down as I made my way up behind her. I rubbed my dick back and forth across her wet slit and then pushed it in. "Ohhhh......yeah....that feels good......oh yeah....so nice," Jenny cooed as I slowly worked my dick in and out of her pussy. I ran my hands back and forth over the outside of her thighs and over her back and pretty much enjoyed the body I had lusted about so many times in my life. I also ran my thumb, wet with out juices, back and forth over her asshole, and again I noticed my actions did not meet with resistance. "Does this feel good?' Jenny said as her arm slipped below us and I felt her hands wrap around my testicles and start squeezing them. "Faster Kurt, fuck me hard," she said as she manipulated my scrotum. Pool Boy Wages "Yeah baby. That does feel good," I said. But the ball rub didn't last for long as her hand let go of my balls but was still below us. As I picked up the intensity, I finally figured out that her hand had slipped from my balls to her pussy and she was rubbing her clit as I drilled her with all I had. "Oh yeah Jenny. Come for me. Come all over my dick!" I hissed. "Oh....ohh...ohhhhhhhhh ...she screamed as she pushed back one last time and hit her climax! I pushed my dick in as far as I could and firmly frigged her asshole with my thumb, letting it slip in and wiggling it around her opening as she came. It was all too much for me, fucking her from behind, her frigging herself, and me with my thumb penetrating her anus. I pulled my dick out of her pussy, ripped the condom off and threw it on the floor, and with two, maybe three strokes of my cock, shot my second load of the day onto her back. Not as big a load as earlier but still about 3 good squirts of cum covered her beautifully tanned back. We both held our positions for maybe 30 seconds or so – me wondering if I could marry her some day and her probably wondering what the heck she had just done. I plopped down beside her and panting and out-of-breath, was speechless. She broke the silence. "Get dressed Kurt and get out of here. And Kurt, one more thing... next weekend the guys are going to a White Sox game. Maybe you can come over and clean the pool again!"