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Poolside Ch. 01

By: MDare



It's a hot day out on a Friday afternoon, the sun beating down on the deck beside the pool as you stretch out tanning in your bikini. I am away at work and with you on shifts you have gotten today off all to yourself. You have your headphones on as you listen to some music and tan, until you hear the speaker for the doorbell go off. You hurriedly wrap yourself in a cover-up and answer the door. It's the plumber, Frank, I've ordered to fix the Jacuzzi in the attached bathroom to our big bedroom. You show him where it is and go back to listening to your music and tanning.

The heat starts to get too much and you slip off the cover-up and roll over onto your front, undoing the bikini top to get an even tan. Your eyes close and you fall into a light sleep as you start to idly dream about Frank, his muscled body and how he would look minus the clothes. You absentmindedly turn over and your fingers snake down to your loose pussy which is soaking wet from the heat and your lust. You rub your clit though your bikini bottoms before sliding them right under your panties to touch bare skin, slightly moaning as you do so in your dazed state. "Oh fuck yes Frank, give me that cock" you moan slightly louder.

"Anything you say miss" you hear a deep voice reply. You snap out of your heat and sex induced trance and look up to see Frank standing above you, his clipboard with the bill in one hand, and his other massaging a huge bulge in his jeans. "no...no...I didn't mean that" you stammer, scared and embarrassed at the same time.

"Then why did you say it?" he replies.

"I don't know...I...I really didn't mean it" you say, while you still massage your clit with one hand, outside of your panties this time.

"I think you did...you horny little slut, is this what you are looking for?" With that he drops his clipboard and unzips his pants and throws them on the deck, revealing a very large cock, it still only partially hard and swinging between his thighs, shaven and glistening with sweat. Your eyes stare at it, and your fingers rub slightly faster while you protest "no...no...I don't want that, I only like the one I always get, please stop", yet you keep rubbing your pussy. Frank points this out and you look down to your horror to find that your entire bikini bottoms are almost see through from all the wetness that is leaking and you notice you've never been so wet before. 

He takes a step towards you and your eyes never leave the huge heavy cock between his legs, the cum filled balls aching for release. You moan "oh god no", but your hand reaches out at the same time and starts stroking it, the semi-hard cock so thick and warm between your fingers. You softly touch it, then lean forward to kiss and lick the big head on it before sitting back. "No Frank...I...I'm not really like this...I...never do this normally" while your fingers betray you, still stroking and touching the thick long shaft. 

"Do you like my big cock?" he asks.

"Yes...a lot..." your voice trails off.

"Then shut up and suck my cock you slut" is his reply and with that you follow his orders, licking the shaft until it is soaking wet before bending over his thighs and sliding your warm wet lips down the immense shaft, about 9 inches, your fingers massaging his balls filled with cum. It isn't long before he cums, and you can only manage to swallow part of it before the rest sprays all over your chin and down your large, tanned breasts. Your pussy is already soaked and tingling with anticipation and you hear yourself say "fuck me, fuck my slutty pussy with that huge thing, fuck me like I really want" and he slams his cock into your pussy as you spread out on the towel on the deck. Your soaking wet pussy which is already loose from your usual fucking takes in his large shaft some of the way before it starts to stretch even looser, as you moan and squeal from the pounding. "ohhhh godddddd, fuck me fuck me!" you scream as you feel your orgasm mounting.

"You like that shit?" Frank moans in your ear while grabbing your big tits.

"Ohhhh fuck yes, I love fucking huge cocks, fuck my slutty pussy, fuck it!!!" you moan and then he cums in your pussy as you orgasm as well, squeezing all the cum from his thick shaft into your already soaking hole and he rolls off and gets dressed as you lay there, spent, your legs spread open, pussy red and raw with both your juices slowly dripping out onto the towel, your eyes closed and panting heavily. 

Frank says something but you don't notice it, until he repeats "Your man asked me to visit, I'm supposed to report back, the shower may need some work next week, I may need an assistant to help with that plumbing job, what do you think?"

To be continued... 

Poolside Ch. 01



Author's Note: This story is the beginning of a series, although I originally wrote it believing there would be two additional, independently-named sequels. Originally appearing on Literotica on 06/23/03, it was recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. This story is continued in "Poolside: Ch. 2." 

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I was sitting on the high lifeguard chair, looking through my wraparound sunglasses at the collection of half-naked female bodies displayed around the pool, trying to pay attention to what was going on in the water and also trying to keep my boner from poking out of my suit. Both tasks were extremely hard, as was my penis. There was a bevy of teenaged cuties, all wearing tiny little bikinis in a variety of colors, tittering on the grass opposite my stand. Since the pool was only 10 by 25 meters, they weren't that far away. Most of them were 17 0r 18, with a few "older" ones who were 19. A few were as young as 14 - jail bait, but still decidedly female.

I had just finished my first year of graduate school and I was 22 years old. I was in great physical shape and I had a tan beyond compare. I had moved out of my parents' home and had an apartment with three other guys, so my social life was my own. Life was good.

My high school years had been a social disaster. I'd been uncoordinated and so thin I looked like a scarecrow. Then during my freshman year of college I had begun to fill out, and throughout college I worked out on a regular basis. Today my body captured the obvious interest of the girls, and they found reasons to come over and talk to me. In the process they gave me great looks at their breasts, and occasionally their nipples. Then they would giggle when they saw the predictable reaction in my crotch.

They would also sit across from me holding their knees up and apart, causing their pussy slits to be clearly defined as the thin fabric of their suits pulled tight, squeezing their labia apart. Teasing the lifeguard had become a daily game. Life was indeed good.

I had joined a fraternity when I went to college, and when the brothers found out that I was a virgin, they determined that the reputation of the house was at stake, so they got me sex lessons. Her nickname was Bubbles, and it was postulated that she could seduce the Pope. One Friday night at a party, the brothers got me drunk, then left me alone in a motel room with Bubbles. When I came staggering back to the fraternity on Sunday evening, there was pussy juice on my face, cum stains on my clothes, and a self-satisfied grin on my face. The brothers cheered and applauded, then threw me in the shower.

Besides learning about sex that year, I also took a course to become certified as a lifeguard, and I was hired by the local country club, a place frequented by the local high and mighty. My family wasn't even close to qualifying for membership, but I had the run of the pool and other facilities, and I got to ogle the prime pussy sired by the local rich. I had fun passing the time by imagining that various of the girls who were teasing me were in a motel room with me and I was applying the lessons that Bubbles had so enthusiastically imparted.

Throughout college I had worked every summer as a lifeguard at this pool. Now I was back guarding again, probably for the last time. The club's main building had burned down during the winter, and construction people were clearing the site to build another. There was a temporary building used as a pro shop for golf, and there were several portable toilets. 

And of course there was the pool. It sat atop a hill, with the temporary pro shop about a hundred yards away, lower and to the north. To the west was the mess of the clubhouse, about 100 feet away. The absence of a real clubhouse kept attendance at the pool down, so I had lots of time to ogle the women around the pool. And they paid me to do it! Life was, well, really good!

My reverie was interrupted by Mike, the pool manager, who took my place on the high stand after motioning for me to get down. I moved to a low chair near the babies' end of the pool, displacing Ken, our third guard, who went on break. I watched the ten or so really small children who were splashing in the relatively shallow water. Behind me was a cluster of young, rich, married "trophy wives," most in their 20's, whose kids I was supposedly protecting.

I could hear snippets of conversations, mostly about things that didn't interest me at all. Every so often something spicy was said, and I payed more attention. I learned that several of the husbands were less than faithful, and that many of the wives, in spite of having small children, really weren't getting enough attention in the bedroom. At least those topics kept me awake! But on the other hand I wasn't getting any action.

Suddenly a little boy lost his balance and fell face-down in the water and couldn't right himself. I immediately jumped into the pool, picked him up and plopped him down on the side, then comforted him and told him that everything was fine. He began to bawl. His mother, a new member named Mrs. Johnson, came running up, terror on her face, then she saw that everything was okay. Mrs. Johnson looked really good in a white bikini, particularly since she was the mother of a boy barely a year old.

She stood over us but let me calm and comfort her son, which I managed to do. When the tears stopped, he finally saw his mother. He reached up calling "Mommy!" as only little kids can do, and she bent down and picked him up in her arms. I caught a quick flash of a bare tit on a pair wonderful breasts as Mrs. Johnson bent at the waist, and then I had no choice but to shift my gaze to the dark pubic hairs sneaking out from the sides of her bikini bottoms.

Ogling Mrs. Johnson had given me an immediate and raging erection, and I stayed in the water to hide it. She squatted on the side of the pool, giving me a wonderfully clear view of her labia through the fabric covering her crotch. I could have hammered nails with my penis. She thanked me for saving her son and for being so gentle with him. My voice failed me, so I just nodded to her.

Then she wrinkled her forehead and stared at me for a moment as if she knew me from somewhere. After a few seconds she smiled, thanked me again, stood up, and carried her toddler back to her blanket. My balls were throbbing and my suit was tented. I stayed in the pool. I heard a few whispers from the mothers, and my name was mentioned.

When I was sufficiently relaxed, I climbed out the pool and returned to my chair and began watching the little children again. I had completely forgotten the Johnson kid when Mrs. Johnson pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. She put her hand on my biceps. "I just want to thank you again for being so wonderful with Richard Junior," she said. "He's not afraid of the water at all, thanks to you, and the only reason he's not back in the pool is because he's napping under our umbrella." She looked at me as if I were supposed to say something.

"No trouble, Mrs. Johnson. That's what we're here for." 

As I turned from her to watch the pool again, she gently rubbed the muscles on my arm and said, "I'll bet you don't remember me, Don. I'm married now, but I was Miss Lewis, your tenth-grade English teacher! I remember you as a shy, skinny kid, but now you've turned into a young hunk! And please call me Connie, not Mrs. Johnson! I think your saving Junior entitles you to at least that much!"

I turned and took a good look at her, and I had to grin. Yes, it really was Miss Lewis, the frequent object of my adolescent lust in high school! But I had never seen her body like it was now presented on display!

One thing the guys in the fraternity had taught me was that being bold and confident usually works better with women than does being shy. Even if she was a half-dozen or more years older than I was, I thought it would be fun to try to arouse something besides her maternal instincts. Besides she had already gotten me turned on, and fair is fair, right?

"Thanks for taking pity on a horny 16-year-old and only calling on me when I had my hand up. It was embarrassing when you made me stand up and the whole class could see that I had an erection pushing my pants out. It made the girls giggle and the guys made fun of me." She gave me a pretty smile.

I continued, "I know you saw it too, because you blushed a couple of times when I stood up." I could see the color on her face darken, even under her tan.

Her eyes sparkled and she asked, "Who got you so excited? Was it Karen, that hot little number who wore the tight sweaters?" she teased.

"No, Connie, it was you, and your tight blouses and skirts!" I answered truthfully.

She blushed again then squeezed my arm and said, "Don, you are just kidding, right?" She had turned toward me and I had a great view down the soft valley between her ample breasts. I felt my cock beginning to rise and push against my trunks.

"Excuse me, Connie, but I have the same problem I had in your class," I said and nodded my head toward my groin. She turned her head and stared at my crotch and saw my suit tenting higher and higher.

She laughed, deep in her throat. "Okay, which of those cute teen sexpots lying across from us are you ogling now? Is it the blonde in the tiny black bikini that has you so turned on?"

"No, Connie, I was looking at your breasts, just like I did in class in tenth grade, and that's what happened then, too."

She jerked her hand away from my arm and looked into my face. "Don, take off your sunglasses!" she ordered in her stern teacher's voice, and I immediately complied. Some reactions are purely automatic.

She stared into my eyes. "Are you telling me you were sexually aroused by me when I was teaching class?" she whispered.

"Yes," I answered, staring into the depths of her dark brown, beautiful eyes. "I would start to hear a roaring in my ears as I watched your breasts move under your blouse, and when you would turn to write on the board and your tight skit would ride up on your behind, I would get hard."

"And right now?" she gasped out.

"Connie, you have the best woman's body at the pool," I proclaimed. Her mouth gaped open. "If I look at it for more than a few seconds, my penis starts to get hard."

"But I just had a baby a little over a year ago!" she exclaimed. "And I'm married!"

"Yes, I know about both, but you have obviously worked out and you are now much more voluptuous that you were in high school." I gestured toward her breasts. "I don't remember you being so big!"

That was certainly bold and confident. Would she slap me?

As she glanced down at her bikini top, wet spots instantly appeared and began to spread out around each nipple. Now that was something I hadn't seen before! I could see her blush again. "I'm breast-feeding, and that keeps them much larger than normal. Now, as you plainly see, I'm leaking."

As I stared at her breasts the wet spots spread until most of her bikini top was soaked. Connie was breathing in short, little breaths.

Abruptly she let out a deep sigh, pulled on a heavy white cotton beach jacket which covered her breasts, and went back to her blanket. She started packing her things. I put my sunglasses back on. One of the girls across the pool spotted my erection, and the group of them whispered and giggled as they glanced my way. I was aware of Connie coming back toward me.

"It was nice to see you again, Don, but I think it's time for me to go home," Connie said in a husky voice. "See you tomorrow."

I thought - or imagined - that her crotch was also getting wet, but that was probably just wishful thinking. Besides I still had a hard-on, and guys imagine things when they're in that condition.

I said goodbye to her, and watched as she hitched up her bikini bottoms, picked up her little boy, and carried everything out to her Mercedes convertible. Just before she drove away, I could see her staring back at me. Had I been too forward? Did I turn her on or off? Not that it mattered, but heck, it's fun to try, right?

The rest of the day was uneventful, if you can call being teased by nearly naked girls uneventful. It was certainly fun to watch, and my penis went up and down all afternoon, much to the merriment of the pool bunnies.

The next day was clear, hot, and sunny. I cleaned and opened the pool and had the first shift in the high stand. Connie and her little boy arrived almost immediately, and she said "Hi!" to me as she signed them in on the clipboard under my chair.

"Unless you have two suits that are identical, it would appear that you got the milk washed out of that one!" I commented, obviously in poor taste.

"Pay attention to the pool, not my boobs!" She responded. But she grinned, too.

Then she set up her blanket and umbrella directly across the pool from me. As I watched her rubbing lotion all over her body, I imagined that my hands were doing it, and she suddenly looked over at me and grinned as if she had read my thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the left leg of my trunks rising. Odd, I mused. It's usually dressed to the right. Well, too late to do anything about it now!

While Junior played under the umbrella, Connie lay in the sun on her back. Her feet were fairly wide apart and she was giving me a direct crotch-shot. As she lay there, sweat began to roll off her, and her bikini bottom gradually got wet. It also clung closer to her, and I began to see the outline of her labia through the now nearly transparent material.

I got a harder erection, and I had trouble watching the pool. Every time I looked over at her, I could see her slit more clearly, even though she was about 35 feet away. Her entire public thatch and her pink lips hiding within were clearly exposed as she sweat.

After about twenty minutes she rolled over onto her stomach, and untied her top so that there wouldn't be any tan lines. Her crotch continued to get wet from her dripping sweat, and with her legs wide apart and with her sweaty bikini bottom clinging tightly to the crack in her ass, she looked naked.

I was so hard that getting out of the stand to save someone would have been nearly impossible. The head of my penis had lifted one leg of my suit, and even though I was wearing a jock, anyone across the pool who looked at my crotch would see that I was really aroused.

That someone was Connie. She changed her sun angle and moved around on her towel so that her head was facing directly at me. She didn't retie her top, but just clutched it to her breasts as she moved. I watched her move, hoping her tits would show.

As she settled down, something caused her to look up and over at me, and I got a great view of her breasts. She saw my erection, grinned, and giggled. I could clearly see her nipples as her breasts shook. I thought I was going to explode into my suit. My "old" English teacher was giving me a Sex Education tease! Surely it was accidental!

Fortunately some 13-year-old boys began to act up, and I spent the next half hour or so controlling them with my whistle and stern words. When I looked over at Connie again, she was on her back with her head toward me, with her suit still untied. As I watched, she rubbed suntan lotion all over the tops of her breasts. My erection came raging back. When my shift in the high stand was over, I had a hell of a time getting down without exposing myself.

This routine went on for nearly two weeks. Other than when she was playing with her son in the shallow end, Connie seemed to be teasing me - not that I minded - and looking at my crotch. Well, I was looking at hers, too, and I could visualize every inch of it, not that much was left to the imagination.

Each day when I moved to the chair next to the baby end, Connie managed to sit down and talk for a few minutes. I certainly enjoyed looking at her up close. Her face and body elicited an incredible, primitive reaction in me, not unlike the ones I had felt toward her in high school, but now more mature. I wanted her. Badly. Even if she was married with a child. Me male. She female. We mate!

A fringe benefit of Connie's company was the attention the other young mothers began giving me, too. Apparently the young, rich women at the Country Club liked checking out the lifeguard. I certainly didn't mind. They all had reasonably sexy bodies, and they were obviously sexually sophisticated, unlike the pool bunnies lying on the grass on the other side. Several of the wives showed me lots of cleavage, and they pretended not to notice me looking at their exposed nipples.

Every evening after we closed the pool I worked out with weights, ran two miles cross-country, and then swam a mile in the pool. I was in great shape, something the pool mothers' husbands obviously weren't. I was a mesomorph, and all of my muscles were well-defined, solid, and firm. I even had a washboard stomach, long before they were called that. I met all of the husbands when they stopped by in their golf outfits to speak to their wives. I could see why they didn't want to wear swimming trunks in public!

Richard, Connie's husband, was about average for the group. He was getting flabby and he had a big belly. But all of these husbands also had lots of money and extremely decorative wives. I mused that there was a lesson in that somewhere.

Two weeks after finding out that Mrs. Johnson was really my "old" English teacher, she came up to me while I was on the high stand and asked, "Don, do you ever do any yard work?"

As I gazed down upon her full breasts and quickly got hard, I asked, "Why? And what kind? Didn't I hear that you say you have a regular gardener?"

"Richard's out of town for a week on business, and there's a lot of work to be done around the outside of the house. Our regular yard man hurt his back, and I wondered if you would like to make some extra money."

When she told me how much - equal to two weeks pay guarding at the pool - I quickly accepted, and we agreed that I would take care of everything later in the week on my day off from pool duty.

Two days later at 8:30 in the morning, following Connie's directions I arrived at the Johnson mansion. It had a quarter-mile twisting, tree-lined driveway which completely hid the house from the road, and it was situated on at least 10 acres of mostly wooded land. At first my VW Bug seemed very much out of place as I parked. But then I realized it was next to a new Mercedes and a classic Porsche. At least the cars were all German, even if mine was the poor cousin.

Connie had heard my Bug coming, and she came out of the house carrying Junior on her hip. God she was lovely! She walked me around to the back where there were several garages, one of which contained a riding lawnmower, a push mower, and assorted yard tools. Connie pointed out all the area I was to cut and noted the places where I would have to cut with the push mower. I gassed up the big mower and started in.

The riding mower made quick work of the huge lawn, and I got out the push mower for the more careful work. I was quickly drenched in sweat, but the cutting was easy, and it felt good to work outdoors doing something besides life-guarding. It paid better, too!

Just as I was finishing the grass, Connie called me around back for something to drink. She had made iced tea, and we sat on a terraced patio in the shade of some huge old oak trees while I drank most of a pitcher of the stuff. Some distance from us there was a pool about half the size of the one at the Club. Connie looked wonderful in red, tight, stretchy shorts and a loose white top with snaps down the front. I could see the motion of her breasts as she moved, so she was obviously braless. She gave me her teacher's disapproving look when she saw where I was staring.

Junior never strayed far from his mother. Abruptly he climbed into Connie's lap, began to pull at her top, and said, "Yummies!"




Poolside Ch. 01



Connie blushed. "That's his word for nursing. I'll take him inside." She started to get up.

"Connie, just nurse him here. It's no big deal!" Well, that was a lie and she knew it, but I thought I'd see if I could get her to bare her breasts in front of me.

She blushed. "I couldn't! Not in front of one of my students!"

"I haven't been one of your students for several years," I reminded her. "Besides, I've seen lots of women's breasts, but I've never seen one used as nature intended!" "Lots" was probably a slight exaggeration, but Connie didn't know that! Connie was still standing, but she hadn't moved toward the house. 

As she hesitated, Junior began pulling insistently on her top and getting cranky. "Oh, all right. But please don't take this the wrong way!" she said. Yeah, sure. What's the "wrong way" I wondered? I just wanted to see her tits! 

Connie unsnapped the entire front of her top, exposing most of her torso from her neck to her shorts. The valley between her breasts was completely exposed, and I could see the edges of both areolae. Only friction between her top and her nipples kept her breasts covered.

She pulled her left breast out and Junior latched on. I felt an incredible desire to suck it, too, and a roaring sound in my ears accompanied a quick erection, painful in my tight shorts. Junior immediately began playing with her top, and her right breast popped into view.

I tried to talk, and it took me a couple of tries before anything came out. After I cleared my throat, I said, "I thought most nursing women wore some kind of special bra!" Dumb, but at least I was talking!

Connie blushed again. "My breasts weren't all that large before I had him, and I find nursing easier without having to fumble with a lot of extra snaps. Besides the nursing bras were uncomfortable."

"Works for me!" I said and she scowled at me, then chuckled. She muttered something I didn't catch about testosterone.

I asked, "May I?" and when she didn't object, I leaned in for a closer look. There was Junior, sucking on one magnificent breast while he slapped his hand against the other, fully exposed one.

Biology got the better of me and my stiff penis began to throb. We were sitting at a glass-topped table, and Connie looked at my crotch as I sat down again. The pulsing bulge down my right leg was unmistakable. She continued to glance at it while Junior nursed. I could feel my balls aching and it felt as if my penis was going to split the leg of my pants.

After a few minutes of loud sucking, Junior switched nipples, and I got to see Connie's left breast fully exposed with her giant, wet nipple sticking out. "I would have creamed my jeans in high school if I'd seen that in class!" I said.

Connie giggled. "It looks as you're getting ready to do that right now!"

It suddenly felt very hot, and not just from the sun. Was she trying to seduce me? Was my flirting getting her excited? I was too inexperienced with older women to know, so I said nothing and just sat there. I was feeling a lot hotter.

Junior finished, climbed down from her lap, and Connie closed her top. I sighed loudly, and Connie waggled her finger at me, but she was grinning, too. Junior began to play in a sandbox in the shade. Milk seeped onto her top, and as the fabric got wet, her nipples became visible through the fabric. Connie pretended not to notice me staring at them.

I drank some more iced tea. "Connie, where can I go to the bathroom?".

She gave me directions. "I have to stay outside with Junior to be certain that he didn't wander off or fall into the pool," she said.

I went into her home through the patio door and headed down a hallway toward the back of the house. The air in the house was crisp and cool. The bathroom was at the end of the hall where Connie had said, and I took a leak. After I flushed, I looked around, and her home was huge! I opened doors and counted five different bedrooms. Since I didn't see any other bathrooms, I assumed they were private or semi-private, attached to the bedrooms. The tiny bathroom I had used was obviously not for the mistress of the house!

My erection had subsided a bit, so I took off my shorts, removed my jock, and stuffed it into a back pocket of my shorts. I figured this would make my next erection more comfortable. At least that's what I told myself. Sure.

Carrying my shorts I walked bare-assed through Connie's house until I reached the patio doors, and then I put my shorts back on while staring at Connie's back and thinking lustful thoughts about her beautiful body. I had flashbacks of staring at her backside as she wrote words on the blackboard while my penis got harder and harder.

I got a glass of water, and I spotted a little blue plastic case on a shelf above the sink. I took it down and saw that Connie was taking birth-control pills. I found that to be intimate and sexy as hell! I'd heard that nursing mothers didn't have periods, but apparently Connie's had returned, but she wasn't ready just yet to make her family larger.

With my penis safely and almost comfortably tucked away, I went back out to Connie. I checked my watch. "I could still trim some shrubs before the lunch you promised me."

Connie carried Junior around the outside of the house, and pointed out what had to be done. She went back into the house with Junior - probably to change him judging from the smell - and I checked out the hedge clippers in the garage.

Richard had electric ones, but I decided to use the hand clippers since I thought they generally did a better job and I wanted the extra workout for my arms. I sharpened the blades, took off my shirt, and started in. After a few minutes I had worked around to the windows outside the master bedroom. The windows were closed because of the central air conditioning, and my clippers didn't make much noise.

I glanced in and I had a side view of a topless Connie, sitting on her bed, with her head back and her eyes closed, rubbing some kind of lotion onto her nipples. Then I realized she had a towel wrapped around her hips, not her shorts, and that she had just taken a shower. My penis was suddenly rock-hard. I stopped cutting and stared. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open.

After a couple of minutes she stopped rubbing her nipples and stood up. She dropped the towel on the bed. She turned and took a step toward me, and I was looking through the window at a full frontal view of a nude goddess. I held my breath.

Connie walked toward me, and about six feet from the window she suddenly saw me staring. Her eyes got wide, one hand flew to her crotch and the other to her breasts, and she ran out of my sight. I was so uncomfortable I seriously considered beating off. I had masturbated many times to the imagined image of her nude body, but what I had just seen went way beyond anything I had ever dreamed.

But I sucked it in and continued cutting the hedges. My heart rate was much higher than before, and I could feel every beat in my erect penis as it pulsed against my shorts. As I got around to the back of the house, Connie called to me from the patio door and told me that lunch was ready. I was still very much aroused.

I put my shirt back on and went inside. She had changed her shirt but was dressed as she had been before. She was clearly nervous and jumpy. I was so sweaty from the hard work outside that I dripped onto her kitchen floor in spite of the air conditioning. It was nearly a hundred degrees outside and slightly humid.

"You can take a long lunch break," Connie said. "Why don't you take a shower before lunch? I think you'll be more comfortable!"

"Thanks, but I don't like getting back into sweaty clothes once I got clean."

"I'll give you one of Richard's robes to wear after your shower. I can wash and dry your clothes while we eat."

What are the odds that I would turn down a chance to have lunch with her while I was naked under a robe? I took off my shoes and socks. "Where's the shower?"

Connie left Junior in a playpen, and led me back to one of the bedrooms, and as I had surmised, there was a bath between it and the next bedroom. She left for a moment, then came back with a robe. "Call me when you're undressed and I'll start washing your clothes."

As she turned to leave, I quickly peeled my shorts and shirt off. "Connie!" I called out.

She turned around with an audible intake of breath. I bent down, picked up my sweaty shirt and shorts, pulled the jock out of the pocket, and handed everything to her. She looked me up and down with her mouth open and her face crimson. My erection was pointing right at her and she stared at it for several seconds as it wiggled with the beat of my pulse. I said, "Well I saw you naked, so this makes us even."

I turned and climbed into the shower. I didn't look at her, but I didn't hear her close the bathroom door for nearly a minute. I knew she was still looking at me, but I was afraid to look at her for fear of spooking her.

Connie didn't join me in the shower as I had hoped, but what the heck, nothing ventured, right? I scrubbed the grime off of myself and got cooled off under a cold shower. My penis stayed erect, but at least I finally stopped sweating.

I put on the robe. Whatever it was made of it felt like velvet against my skin. It wasn't the right size, but the belt held it closed. I walked barefoot back to the kitchen area. Connie was just putting out the lunch. She carefully avoided looking at my face.

Connie was clearly nervous. "I didn't mean for you to see me undressed!" She said. "I'm sorry! I'm not playing with your feelings! And I certainly didn't need for you to expose yourself to me to make us even!"

"I'm not sorry! You look great! Besides, I should apologize to you. I meant for you to see me in the buff back there!" Connie blushed deeply. She still kept her eyes averted. This was not the way she had behaved as my teacher! I continued. 

"I used to imagine what you looked like naked when I was beating off. I never dreamed you looked as good as you really do!"

Connie turned away from me and began shaking her head from side to side. Without looking at me she said, "That's enough talk about that. Let's not turn an accident into a problem." She sighed deeply, then faced me. She looked into my eyes for the first time since I had finished my shower.

She pointed toward their bar. "Would you please make me a Jack on the rocks? You can have whatever you like."

"I really prefer beer when I work!" I answered. She smiled and got one from the refrigerator - imported, naturally - and handed it to me after opening it and pouring it into a mug.

Lunch was lobster salad sandwiches, something new to me. I ate several. Connie ate one. Then she surprised me. "Would you make me another drink, please?"

I poured a generous amount of the Tennessee liquor over fresh ice. As I handed it to her, Junior asked for more yummies, and she nursed him there at the table. I drank another beer and stared at her breasts while she slowly finished her drink. Connie made no effort to cover herself. Was the alcohol breaking down her inhibitions? Or was it something else?

She asked for third drink, and I made it and gave it to her. I wondered what the alcohol would do to Junior. I could now clearly see that it was affecting Connie.

Whether it was nap time or the alcohol, Junior fell asleep on her second breast. She carried him, still attached to her nipple, back toward the bedrooms, and a minute or so later I heard a click, then Connie saying gently, "Sleep tight, Richard Junior."

I located the sound which came from some kind of intercom in the wall I was still looking at it when she returned. "It's set for one-way listening so that I can monitor him while he naps and get him when he wakes up. There are speakers all around the house, and I can even go out to the pool and still hear him."

She began to sip at her third drink, now half consumed. "The kitchen chairs are a little uncomfortable. Why don't we sit on the couch?" She suggested.

"I guess so. Why not?"

I sat beside her and sipped my beer. I was still in the robe with my erection fairly well concealed by its various folds. I heard the dryer signal it was done, but I didn't mention it to Connie. Why get dressed and go out and work, anyway?

Connie began to flex and rub her shoulders, and she groaned when she pressed herself in a few places. "What's the problem? You act like you're in real pain." I asked.

"It's kind of intimate!" She replied and blushed. "The extra breast weight put some stress on my back and gives me high backaches, and carrying Junior around has really given me stiff muscles down low. My back hurts nearly all the time."

I jumped at the chance! "How about I give you a back rub?"

"Right! You're just an oversexed student who wants to get into the teacher's pants! I saw the way you were staring at my breasts!"

"No, Connie. I'm not your student. You called me a young hunk, remember? But I can do a good back rub. And you really do have beautiful breasts."

Connie blushed, then giggled. "A back rub would feel really feel good. Richard doesn't have time for that sort of thing anymore . . . "

Judging from the pensive look on her face I thought she was going to say something else, but she quickly perked up and asked, "Where would be a good place?"

I was thinking of the master bedroom, but that seemed a little too bold, so I suggested, "Let's go back outside by the pool. You can lie on one of the chair cushions."

She nodded agreement, then picked up a really soft baby towel. "I'll have to lie on this because my nipples are so sensitive." I felt my penis swelling and throbbing.

Then she gave me her laugh from deep in her throat, picked up her drink, and we went outside. Was she really ignoring the fact that all I had on was a thin robe? Of her husband's?

As we reached the edge of the pool, Connie turned on a speaker and we could hear little Junior's rhythmic breathing. She turned the sound down so that it was barely audible. Then I spread a cushion next to the pool in the shade, and Connie spread the little blanket on it.

"Oops! I forgot the oil!" she exclaimed, and she walked quickly back into the house, returning a minute later with a jar of body lotion. Then she removed her top and lay face-down on the pad. The sight of her naked except for her tiny shorts caused my erection to poke out of the robe. But it was wasted on Connie since she was already facing away from me.

Before I began, Connie took a huge swig of her whiskey, and I got another view of her magnificent breasts. She was clearly losing her inhibitions around me. As she lay down again, unable to see me, I thought, "What the hell!" and tossed the robe onto her discarded top. Then I straddled her hips and knelt down on top of her, naked.

My very erect penis pressed against the back of her pants and her panties, the last pieces of clothing either of us had on. I could see my penis jumping with my heartbeat.

I squirted body lotion onto her back, and she laughed. "That's cold!" She wiggled her body and I almost lost it. I had an incredible desire to pull her shorts down, roll her over, and mate with her. For a moment colors drained out of everything, and everywhere I looked was like a black-and-white photograph. I could smell the sweat from both of our bodies, and my nostrils flared.

I began to rub her bare back, and I quickly found a cluster of tight, hard knots near her neck. I rubbed them most of the way out, and moved around her back. Her back was a mess. I found dozens of places that needed rubbing.

I let my hands caress the sides of her breasts and she told me, "Stop that, Donny! What would the principal say?" And then she giggled. From the sound I could tell she was a little drunk.

I stood up and reversed myself on her, and began to rub her legs. My erect penis pointed up and my balls were pressing against her shorts. Her legs also had knots, and I worked them out. Gradually I moved closer and closer to her crotch.

Connie's breathing had changed, and she was now clearly both drunk and aroused. I reversed myself again and began to work on the small of her back. She had knots that extended down her hips, so I began to pull her shorts down. "Stop that! You have to stop!" Connie said, but when I pressed my fingers against the muscles under her shorts, she felt the pain.

She quickly changed her mind. "Go ahead, but let's be careful, OK?" Of course I was going to be careful. I just wanted them off!

Within five minutes I had her shorts and panties halfway down her thighs. I could smell the perfume of her aroused and obviously wet pussy. I was careful to avoid touching her with my penis which was waving in the wind, drops of pre-cum falling from it onto her back. She didn't notice and I rubbed them into her skin. I looked down and I could see her little rosebud and the hairy beginning of her slit.

Connie stretched up for her drink, drank a big mouthful, then lay down again without directly looking at me. At that moment I knew she was fully aware that I was naked, but she didn't want to admit to me - or herself - that she knew. I realized that I was very nearly to the point of realizing a childhood fantasy.

I continued working her pants down her legs to her knees until she said, "Ah heck! Just take the things off!" So I slipped her shorts and panties down her legs and threw them on top of my discarded robe. Both were wet in the crotch. Sweat? Pussy juice? I didn't care. We were both now completely naked!

I took a moment to stare at her. Her breasts made flattened mounds beside her chest. Her beautiful behind flared from her waist and jutted up like twin, rounded hills. There was a faint while bikini-top line across her back, and a completely white area emphasizing the gap between her buttocks. I could see pubic hair between her legs. I had to fight the incredibly powerful desire to ram my penis into her.

I continued rubbing her legs with one hand and with the other I coated my penis with lotion. Then I said, "Let me finish your back!" My voice sounded strange, almost like it was in an echo chamber. I felt slightly dizzy. The aroma of her pussy mixed with the scent of her sweat and the sweetness of the body lotion, producing something so powerful that I thought my penis would burst. 

Once again I squatted over her hips, but this time I sat down on her with my slippery penis between her cheeks. Connie let out a surprised "Hey!" But she let me begin rubbing her back again. She was beginning to breathe really loudly. I realized that I was, too.

As a wise senior in my fraternity had said, "Go slow and drive them nuts. Once you get them past a certain point, they'll fuck you every time!" I followed his advice, although the urge to just fuck Connie almost overpowered me.

As I rocked forward and back, my penis moved between her cheeks, its head sliding up and over her tail bone. Connie grunted. I moved myself a little lower, and rubbed her back some more. My penis was now sliding as low as her anus as I rocked forward and back, rubbing her back. Connie gasped and moaned. As I worked out her knots, I moved lower again.

Now my hands were rubbing her lower back and upper hips, and my penis was sliding up and down her slit. As my penis hit the mat beneath Connie, it pressed against her, and she began to make "Unh!" sounds each time. I established a slow, steady rhythm, and I could feel heat and wetness against my penis. Connie began to spread her legs further apart as I rubbed and rocked.

My penis was soon sliding easily along Connie's wet pussy, with its tip bumping her pubic bone and clitoris as I rocked forward. She began to tremble, and I could feel the head of my penis beginning to enter her. Suddenly she said, "No! This isn't right! I'm a married woman and I can't have sex with one of my students!"




Poolside Ch. 01



She rose onto her knees, probably trying to get up, and my penis easily slid halfway into her. Connie shrieked, "OHMYGOD!" and she immediately began to tremble with a violent orgasm. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" She shrieked for perhaps thirty seconds. Her head was back, and I could see her entire body shaking. Milk was splattering off her breasts, going all over the cushion and pool deck.

As her orgasm subsided, I said to her, "Too late, Connie. And I'm not your student. I'm your young hunk, remember?" I reached around her hips with both hands and pulled myself completely into her. As my balls struck her pussy, Connie threw her had back and yelled "OHMYGOD Yessss! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" and had another orgasm.

Connie was now on her hands and knees, trembling and covered with sweat, with me completely inside her. The smell of her milk added to the erotic aroma exuding from her body. I could feel her vagina clamping rhythmically on my penis. Her breathing sounded as if she had been running wind sprints. I let her catch her breath, then I began to really fuck her. 

All the way in, most of the way out, wiggle around, then all the way in again. Twist back and forth, then pull out again, sometimes completely, with a wet pop. Then back in again. Thank you, Bubbles, for the lessons! Connie began to move her hips to meet my movements, and I no longer had to hold her hips, so I reached forward and began to rub her huge, soft, milk-covered breasts.

I remembered that her nipples were very sensitive, and I slapped some lotion on my fingers and began to caress her tits. I could see droplets of sweat coming out of Connie's skin everywhere, and she began to grunt, "Unnh my God! Unnh! Yessss. Unnh! Don't stop! Unnh!"

I gradually began to fuck her faster, and she began to twist and thrust herself against me. Her nipples became rigid, and her areolae began to pucker out, covered with little bumps. I rubbed and fucked faster. I was pushing down toward the front of her vagina, trying to slide the head of my penis over her G-spot.

Connie began to climax again. She was yelling, "OOOH! OOOOH! OOOH!" in time with my thrusts.

As I increased both the tempo and the pressure on her nipples, contractions began to ripple through her vagina, and I felt myself building to my own climax. I slid one hand from her breast and began to rub her clitoris which I found easily both by her gasp when I touched it and because it was completely rigid and hard. Connie screamed as I ejaculated into her. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

I could feel her pussy pulling and pumping on my cock, and I kept coming. Connie held her breath and began to tremble. Then she let out a deep moan, and I thought her pussy was going to crush my penis with its squeezing pressure.

Connie suddenly collapsed under me, her knees spread wide apart, and I barely managed to stay inside her. I lay on top of her feeling the contractions gradually winding down. I rubbed her. "You're a beautiful, sexy lady, Connie!" I whispered into her ear and kissed her neck.

My penis finally lost its starch and slipped out of her with a little wet plop. I rolled her over onto her back, moved her onto the center of the mat, and lay atop her between her legs. I began to kiss and cuddle her and call her "My lovely Connie lover." She wrapped her legs around my waist and hugged me hard. Our first-ever real kisses were incredibly passionate.

As our breathing returned to normal, I began to move my kisses slowly down her body, The taste of the lotion mixed with her sweat was sensational! When I reached her nipples, I saw that she was covered in her own milk, and I nursed for a moment on each breast. This caused her to arch her back and moan. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!"

The milk tasted like nothing I had ever known, not really like milk at all with the sweat and lotion mixed in. I moved my kissing lower.

When I reached her pubic hair and began to suck on the juices clinging to her thick pelt, she cried out, "No! That's dirty! Not there, Don! STOP!"

She made a half-hearted effort to twist away, but when I found her clitoris and began to suck on it, she arched her back and pressed herself against me. I moved first my tongue and then two fingers inside her and I began to lap up the juices flowing out of her. Then I returned my attention to her clitoris and I began to rhythmically lick and suck it.

I slid two fingers inside her and began to search for her G-sport. As I found it and began to rub it, the combination of pressures on her sensitive areas sent her over the top, and she began to shake and tremble with another series of orgasms. "GOD! YESS! OOOH! DONNN! OOOH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

As I looked up the length of her body, I could see two geysers of milk spraying more than a foot into the air, one from each nipple. The height of the spray was perfectly synchronized with the pulsing of her vagina. Incredible!

"Open your eyes, Connie!"I told her, and when she saw what her breasts were doing, she started to laugh - and had another impressive climax. Milk sprayed everywhere as her breasts shook. I gently lapped up as much liquid as I could from her pussy, then I held it in my mouth and moved slowly up her body.

Connie saw what I was doing and again told me, "NO! You can't! That's so dirty!"

But she was still trembling and too tired to fight, and I held her face in my hands, and kissed her. Gravity allowed the contents of my mouth to move into hers. She tried to get away, but I held my mouth against her, and she swallowed twice.

Then I raised myself off her and asked, "So, Miss Lewis, how did I do on my oral exam?"

Connie broke into nearly hysterical laughter. "I think you just taught the teacher some things!" She said. "I would never believe that something so gross could feel so good and taste so wonderful! Where did you learn all this?"

"College. I had a great tutor for sex ed!" I said and we both laughed. Then we held each other and talked, relishing the post-coital warmth that radiated from each of us.

"I was a virgin when I got married," Connie said. "Richard's was the only 'live' penis I had ever seen before yours!"

She held up her fingers and said, "His is only about this long."

I said, "Maybe four inches? Erect?"

She nodded. "Yes, and only about as big around as a hot dog."

I started to laugh. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

She kept asking me why, but I couldn't get it out. Finally I caught my breath and said, "Remember when you taught us about irony? What do you call it when a man has a four-inch, skinny prick and his name is 'penis-penis'?"

She didn't get it. "Richard Johnson. Dick Johnson. 'Johnson' as in 'Penis!' Maybe he should be called Dicky-Dick, Dick Junior, or better, Junior Dick!" I said, and then she laughed so hard I fell off her. I stood up. Then I leaned down, picked Connie up, carried her to the side, and jumped into the water with her. I kissed her, and began to rub her pussy. Connie started to moan and push herself against my hand, and I pointed to her breasts. Little clouds of white milk were forming around her breasts.

I swished water between her legs, and she giggled. Then she rubbed and stroked my penis, making it rock-hard but no longer covered with her juices. We kissed again, then climbed out of the pool and began to kiss each other as we clung wetly together. My penis was pressing between her thighs, and I knew we would soon be fucking again. I could feel her arousal rising.

Suddenly she pulled away, leaned toward the speaker, and said, "Shit! He's awake and wants yummies!"

"So do I!", I said, and I began to suck on one of her nipples and was rewarded with a mouthful of milk. Connie laughed and pulled me off, and laughed again when milk ran down my chin.

She kissed me and said, "I really have to go get him!" She quickly got dressed and headed back into the house.

I got a hose and cleaned our mixed gunk off of the cushion, and left it in the sun to dry. There was cum and pussy juice and milk on the deck, so I washed that into the pool. Then I put on the robe and went quietly back into the house.

I found Connie sitting in a recliner in the family room nursing Junior. He appeared to be asleep and was making little sucking sounds as he had before. I went back to one of the bedrooms and pulled a sheet off the bed. Then I carried it back to Connie, and to her silent protests pulled her shorts and panties off. Then I tucked the sheet around her waist, making a big tent over the bottom half of her body. Junior sucked on. Connie gave me a puzzled expression. I took off the robe.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "He's too young to see his mother get eaten!"

Connie shook her head and mouthed "No!" But I slipped under the sheet, forced her knees apart, and began to do my own licking and sucking.

Connie was still turned on and it didn't take long. Within a few minutes she had an orgasm. I heard her stifle her scream. I peeked out and a stream of milk was running down Junior and another streamed from her other breast. "Are you trying to drown him?" Connie whispered.

I crawled back under the sheet and kept muff diving, and she climaxed twice more. I couldn't get her shorts back on, but I put her panties on and watched as her juices soaked them and they became transparent, sticking to her wide-open pussy. I took the sheet back where I had found it.

Junior was beginning to start making noises, so I quickly got my clothes out of the dryer, got dressed, and went outside. When Connie came out with Junior about fifteen minutes later, I was working my way through some more trimming.

She put him in his sandbox, then walked me far enough away that he couldn't hear, even if he could understand what she was saying. "You've got to get out of here! I'm hosting a meeting of the nursing mothers from the club here, tonight, at eight!" she said.

"I intend to spend the night making love to you, Connie!"

"Damnit! You've really got to go! Suppose somebody sees you?"

"If you insist that I leave, I'll stand naked on your front porch and greet the ladies as they arrive!"

Connie giggled. "Now THAT would give them something to talk about! I really want you to stay, but I don't want anyone else to find out that you and I are having an affair!".

"Do I hide in your house and make love to you after they leave? Or do I greet your lady friends and show them my special equipment?" I gestured toward the tent in my shorts.

Connie laughed. "Stay, if that's what you want! Just hide your car and yourself!"

"Yes, I want! And so do you!" Connie turned a deep shade of maroon, then hurried back to her child.

So I drove the Bug around the house and put it in the garage with the mowers. I finished the clipping and cleaned up the stuff I had cut, and went back into the house. Junior was in his playpen. Connie was washing the sheet we had used earlier as a tent. "It's covered with milk and stuff from me and I don't know if it'll ever come clean!" She said.

I remarked, "It doesn't have to come clean. You came cleanly three times on it!"

Connie turned a deep shade of red and giggled. "I did, didn't I?"

Connie fixed us a quick supper. "I've got to put some refreshments together for the meeting and get cleaned up and dressed."

"Where do you meet?" I asked.

Connie pointed to the living room and looked puzzled.

I checked out her intercom system, and I found that I could set it so that Junior's room broadcast into the livingroom speaker, but the livingroom was broadcasting into the master bedroom. I had to dismantle another unit and do some quick wiring, but I made it work. By that time Connie was already taking her shower. I joined her. Literally. As she kissed me, I lifted her up and told her, "Wrap your legs around my waist!"

Then with one hand under her bottom I used the other hand to guide my penis into her. I lowered her onto me, and the look of surprise on her face when she dropped down on me was beyond compare. Obviously Dicky-Dick wasn't all that amorous! Or athletic!

I brought her to orgasm almost immediately, and when the milk spraying stopped, I popped her off me. "When the other ladies see that expression on your face they'll know you just had an orgasm!"

Connie blushed, then said, "They'll just think I used a vibrator!" She kissed me passionately and got out of the shower. I heard her getting dressed, then a few minutes later, leaving the bedroom.

I finished cleaning up, and walked naked around their master bedroom. I felt like the young lion taking over the lair of the old lion. The sheets were satin, and I pulled them down so that they would be ready for us. I found a sexy red and black negligee in her dresser, and I laid it out on the bed. About that time I heard women's voices through the speaker, so I knew her guests were arriving.

I heard Connie say that Junior was almost asleep, and she turned up the volume - causing a shriek of feedback! Connie quickly turned the volume back down, and said they'd been having trouble with the intercom, and that she was going to have to call somebody to fix it. I heard sympathetic words from the other women.

One of them said, "Connie, call me if the repairman is a hunk!" And there was a peal of female laughter.

They began to talk about everything except breast feeding. Obviously that was the "excuse" they used to leave home and socialize. They complained about their unfaithful husbands who were, according to them, screwing most of the women in their offices. At first Connie tried to defend mini-Dick, but the others began naming women he had fucked. One woman whom I had met at the pool, Linda, announced, "Hell, Connie! The day before you were married I was coming out of my love nest at the Colorado Hotel and saw Richard going into a room with his big-busted blonde secretary." 

Connie retorted, "I'm sure you were mistaken, Linda!"

Linda then proclaimed, "Connie, before the door was closed he had her dress up around her waist, and I can attest that she's a natural blond!" There were hoots and hollers. These were society women?

Another woman piped up, "My Paul, bless his secretary-bopping soul, told me that Richard has been working late at the office nearly every night. Well, so has the blonde, sweetie. And they're together on that trip right now, if you didn't already know." Connie admitted that she knew Richard fooled around with the blonde, but she hadn't realized that everyone else knew. Then every woman in the group began complaining about all the women their husbands were screwing. It quickly became clear that these women loved their positions in life, not their husbands, and tolerated their husbands' behavior in order to maintain their lifestyles. It was also clear that most of them had cheated on their husbands.

The discussion turned to ways they could have good sex, and I found that really interesting. The biggest complaint was their "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am!" husbands. "Aren't there any men out there who know how to really please a woman?" I heard one woman lament.

Then three women described a guy from an escort service that they had used, noting that he was "hung like a horse!" There was a lot of really crude discussion of the size of his penis, his balls, and the huge volume of his cum. This was immediately followed by a discussion of their own husbands sizes, and when Connie refused to discuss Richard, another woman said, "Hell, Connie! Linda and I screwed Richard in high school. He's got the smallest and skinniest dick we've ever seen!" This was greeted with hoots of laughter.

The women next began to discuss sex toys - by brand, size and motion. They discussed vibrators, dildos, and motorized sex machines - giving testimonials! While I listened to this fascinating information, I went prowling around the bedroom. I found Connie's pre-Junior bras, and they were size 34B - much too small for her now, but still a nice size! I remember how perky they had appeared when she taught English.

Then I found a hidden box in Richard's closet behind his many suits. I picked the silly little lock, opened it, and spread out what I found on the floor. I was so intrigued that I didn't hear the meeting break up. Suddenly Connie was there looking over my shoulder at the several dozen photographs I had found. I heard her gasp.

Most of the pictures were of Richard and the blonde. All but a few were obviously posed. We could see that Richard and the bimbo had known that their pictures were being taken since they were often smiling at the camera. Richard's diminutive prick was never shown (smart photographer!), but there were closeups of the Blond's wet crotch with Richard firmly seated in her ass while she held a huge dildo in her vagina.

In some of the pictures there were other people having sex in the same room. Connie recognized three of the women from the group she had just had in her home. "God, my whole married life is a lie!" she cried.

I began to gently remove her clothes as tears streamed down her face. When she was naked, I picked her up and laid her on the satin sheets. Then I turned out all the lights and held her. As I gently rubbed her back, she stopped crying. Then she started talking about her sex life.

"We've only been married for three years, and I don't think we've had sex two dozen times, including our honeymoon. I know exactly when I got pregnant with Junior since it was the only time within two months that we had intercourse."

"I'm a married woman with a kid and I was practically a virgin until today!" She announced. Then she laughed and began to fondle my penis and balls.

"I thought sex was okay before today, but now, I know it's fucking fabulous!" Then she laughed again at her little joke.

"The only time I ever had a climax was when I rubbed myself, and that was not all that great. Richard can go fuck his big-titted blonde if he wants, but there's no way he can give her what you've given me today!" She kissed me hard and long, then suddenly stopped.

She announced, "You know what? Before he left town, we'd worked out that my fertile days this month would begin the day after tomorrow, so I stopped taking the pill. He's coming back then, and he told me he wants me ready so that we can make another baby! I'll bet Blondie has him so drained that he won't be able to get it up, let alone get me pregnant again with his little dork and nuts!"

Then she said, "I want you to stay and be the teacher and fuck me tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night. Let's have as much sex as we can when Junior is asleep. As long as you're out of here by Noon the day after tomorrow, nobody should find out. And just think: not only are you getting paid for yard work, you're getting FRINGE benefits!" She pulled on her pubic hair and we both laughed.

I turned on a bedside lamp, and after Connie washed her face, she put on the sexy red and black outfit. We played sexy games until I finally pulled it off her and we did it in the good old missionary position, right there in the middle of the satin sheets. I rolled her over on top of me and we fell asleep with me still inside her.

As dawn broke, I taught her how to do sixty-nine, and Connie quickly developed a taste for fellatio and my cum. When Junior took his afternoon nap, we had sex in the pool. I called in sick that day, saying (quite honestly) I was too tired to work. They scheduled me for the afternoon shift the following day, which was perfect.

While Junior was awake, I did more yard work, and Connie gave me great rubdowns and an occasional blowjob when I finished. She paid me a huge cash bonus. "Didn't you already pay me with sexual favors?" I asked, and she hit me in the arm and then we both laughed.

Connie got a funny look on her face, and dropped to her knees. She began to lick and suck on my penis. Her hands were all over me. I exploded into her mouth in just a couple of minutes. She laughed, then said, "Maybe if I had done that years ago it would have solved your problem standing up in class!"




Poolside Ch. 01



"Talk about your fantasy teacher!" I said. "Class, everyone stay in your seats. Don, step into the hall so that I can straighten out your problem!"

"Don't you mean UN-straighten it?" Connie corrected.

We both laughed and she continued licking and sucking my penis until I was clean. She looked up and gave me a wonderful smile. I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting my cum on her mouth as she rubbed herself against me, making me hard again.

Connie began to go completely topless around the house and yard, which Junior liked since there was always a nipple readily available. I liked it too. She also stopped wearing panties and shorts, and just tied a short towel around her waist. As she nursed, she spread her legs and gave me pussy shots. She was obviously amused by being able to make my penis get stiff just by showing me her body.

We were so in tune that I could look at her pussy and smile and her labia would get dark red and spread apart. If Junior dozed while nursing, I licked and played with her pussy until she came, usually more than once. Junior got put down for naps with milk all over him. 

The second night we tried to have sex in every room of her house, but I ran out of steam around 4:00 a.m. as we finished the fifth bedroom. We cuddled on the satin sheets in the master bedroom and slept until about 9:00, and were awakened by Junior's call for yummies. While she nursed, I collected sheets from all five rooms and started them washing. Each had huge, sticky wet spots. But they smelled wonderful!

I left about 11:30 and headed to the pool. The guys said I looked really tired, and I said it was just a touch of something and I'd get over it. That was the only day that the pool bunnies didn't give me any erections. I think they were disappointed, but I was back to normal the next day, and their teasing game continued. My penis went up and down all day long, just like an elevator.

Connie and Junior didn't make it to the pool that first day, but they did the next. As we were talking she suddenly whispered, "Richard screwed me but came up dry! I faked a climax, and told him I could feel his juices filling me up." (She had told me the same thing a couple of days before, and it was obviously true given the amount of my cum that dripped out of her.)

Richard apparently bought it, and she said he was really strutting around the house before he headed off to work. She giggled and said that he had so little idea of what it took to satisfy a woman that he deserved to be a cuckold.

I continued to do their yard work once a week on my day off from the pool, and throughout the summer Connie and I managed to discretely have fantastic sex several more times. Richard obligingly went out of town on two more trips, and I spend several additional nights in their bed.

I was tempted to try to seduce several of the other women, but Connie warned me that I was sure to get caught, and the husbands were too powerful and dangerous to fool with. "You only get away with our affair because you have a reason to be at my home - the yard work - and our home is completely isolated and away from prying eyes. Besides, I want you for myself whenever I can get you!"

Connie also told me to avoid the members' daughters, but that advice I ignored. The stories about those sexual encounters will have to wait. Suffice it to say that being a lifeguard has its distinct sexual advantages, particularly when competing with younger males for eager young pussy!

Our affair ended when I had to go back to school. By the end of the summer, Connie's tummy was getting noticeably rounder.

The next season I went back to town to visit, and I stopped by the pool to talk with the guards. Connie arrived at the pool with a two-month-old baby girl who looked an awful lot like me. "I named her Donna after you!" Connie whispered when we had a moment to talk.

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My wife and I happened to be visiting my parents when Connie's daughter graduated from high school, and we left our kids with my parents and went to the ceremony at my old high school. Connie's daughter looked exactly like pictures of my mother at the same age. I could tell she had her mother's figure, even though she was wearing her graduation robe.

Connie still looked terrific, but Richard had lost his hair and gotten disgustingly fat. Connie introduced me to her daughter, and I said, "I haven't seen you since you were only about two months old! You've changed!" She grinned, just like her mother did.

I took her hand and congratulated her, and it made me feel dizzy to touch her. I stared at her as she moved off to talk with her friends. It was hard to breathe.

Connie found a moment to talk to me alone and she whispered, "It's good to see you again, Don! Thanks for coming! And thank you for that summer of love!" She glanced at her daughter standing twenty feet away and winked at me.

"I can see on your face that you've just gotten laid - and well, Connie! I'm glad."

She grimaced. "This afternoon! But not with Richard!" And she smiled. Then she kissed me chastely on the lips and said, "I like your wife! Does she know about us? And does she know you have a daughter?"

"Of course not, Miss Lewis!" I said very sternly. "What would the principal say?" And Connie let out a deep, throaty laugh and hugged me. Our lives never intersected again, and that's the last time I saw Connie or her daughter Donna. I'll never forget Miss Lewis, the lessons she taught me, and the ones I taught her. If her Donna is really my daughter, we can never reveal it, but at least I know she has a loving mother who raised her well. And it truly was a summer of love.

Continued in Poolside Ch. 2. 



Poolside Ch. 02



Author's note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside Ch. 01, which originally appeared on Literotica on 08/21/03 as "Poolside: Sex With a New Mother." I recently edited it in order to correct several typos and other careless errors, and I changed its title to make it more appropriate as the first chapter of a series. So enjoy the continuing of Don's fifth season of lifeguarding! 

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I was 22 years old and had just finished my first year of graduate school. I was working as a lifeguard at the country club pool where I had worked every year during my undergraduate summers. This job provided me with plenty of opportunities to stay in shape, and my body was solid from weight-lifting, long-distance running, and frequent vigorous swimming. I also had the deepest, darkest tan at the pool. The pool bunnies spent a lot of time looking at me. They also enjoyed teasing me until I got erections in my trunks.

The club's main building had burned down during the winter, and construction people were clearing the site to build another. There was a temporary building used as a pro shop for golf, and there were several smelly portable toilets.

And of course there was the pool. It sat atop a hill, with the metal-roofed, temporary pro shop about a hundred yards away, lower and to the north. To the west was the burned-out mess of the clubhouse, about 100 feet away. The absence of a real clubhouse kept attendance at the pool down. It also meant that once the pool closed, it "belonged" to the lifeguards.

I had recently begun a torrid reunion with my old high-school English teacher Connie, now married with a baby, and with whom I was maintaining an Intermittent affair. ("Poolside Ch. 01.") We had to work around her husband's out-of-town trips, and I had to sneak in and out of her home, so I wasn't getting sex from Connie on anything like a regular basis. I was still doing yard work for her husband, and that payed well, even without the sex. And sex with her was certainly exciting, albeit infrequent!

Another benefit of being a lifeguard was being employed for after-hours pool parties. The Club sponsored a couple of big parties each summer, and individual members also rented the pool for special occasions. One of those special events was the eighteenth birthday of Alice Sharmon, one of a bevy of pool bunnies whom I ogled while on duty. I was hired to "protect" the guests for her two-hour birthday party, 8:30 to 10:30, one Tuesday evening early in June.

Alice had decided to have an all-girl, all-bikini party. In addition to Alice's father (Jack), her mother (Mary), her twenty-year-old sister (Nancy), and her younger brother (Will), there were twenty eighteen-year-old female guests. All of the women wore bikinis, including Mary who was incredibly voluptuous for such a skimpy bathing suit. It was obvious from their tan lines that at least seven or eight of the girls had never worn a bikini before, and there was a lot of girlish laughter and giggling as they checked each other out. Of course I checked them out, too!

There were only three males present: Jack, who was middle-aged and almost bald; Will, who was thirteen, skinny, and covered with pimples; and me. Not surprisingly I was immediately an object of interest to twenty-two young women. The ones who were club members had routinely teased me at the pool, and the half-dozen nonmembers quickly started flirting with me, too. I loved it.

The moon had not risen, and as the sky darkened the only illumination came from the underwater pool lights. Anyone swimming was spotlighted and clearly visible. The glow from the pool illuminated anyone within five or six feet. Anyone who was ten feet from the pool was only a black shadow in the darkness.

At first everything the girls did was relatively innocent, although painfully obvious. The girls would take turns diving off the one-meter board, then swimming to the ladder directly underneath me so that I could stare at their chests as they climbed out of the pool. Amid a lot of giggling, I got good looks at a lot of breasts and nipples. I was looking and they knew it and they liked it. I liked it too, as the tent in my trunks attested.

Just before Jack and Mary called a break for cake and ice cream, several of the girls managed to lose their tops during their dives. The birthday-girl's older sister Nancy even climbed the ladder topless, pretending she didn't know she was half naked. I had a huge hard-on in my trunks. She blushed, but she stared at me - and it - and grinned!

With everyone out of the pool for a few minutes, I got my penis under control and climbed down from the chair. I accepted a piece of cake and drank some punch. I spotted a small group of girls huddled in a dark area near the deep end, and I carried my punch over toward them. I couldn't see what they were doing, but they were giggling so hard they could barely stand. They were facing away from the shallow end where the adults were still cutting cake.

As I reached the little group, Nancy suddenly said, "Would you like to lick my icing, Don?"

I walked closer and I saw what they had been up to. Nancy and two of the others had dropped their tops and covered their nipples with icing from the cake. All three moved toward me, iced breasts a-bouncing. "Well?" Asked Nancy.

"Sure! I'd love to, but later when the others have gone! I'd like more than just one lick!" I replied.

Nancy came up to me and rubbed her icing-capped breasts against my chest. She lowered her voice so that it was really sultry and said, "Are you inviting us to stay here after the party is over, Don?" She pressed her barely-covered crotch against my trunks, and rubbed herself back and forth against the erection which was once again tenting my trunks.

"If you're interested! Just don't forget the icing!" I reached up and tweaked a little icing from her left nipple using my thumb and first finger. I put my fingers in my mouth. "UMM! Nice! Titillating flavor!"

As they giggled and bounced their breasts, I walked on around the pool, hoping my erection was not too obvious from a distance. I wiped the icing off my chest and finished my cake. Sex was in the air!

After Alice, the birthday-girl, had opened her presents, the girls resumed their in-water activities. Younger-brother Will soon moved down where he could see the half-naked girls better. Within five minutes nearly every girl managed to end up topless each time she dived. Even in the bubbles made by their dives, the pool lights showed their young breasts and nipples clearly. Will had a tent in his pants that the girls began to giggle about. But then I had a tent in mine, too!

Mary and Jack had tried to ignore the partial nudity, but when Nancy and another girl managed to lose their bottoms as well as their tops as they dived, Mary put a stop to it. "If you girls can't keep your suits on, I'm ending the party right now!" Mary sternly declared.

There was a high-pitched chorus of "We'll be careful Mrs. Sharmon!" and the party continued, albeit without additional, overt nudity. They still flashed their breasts as they climbed the ladder beneath me, so that kept me aroused.

Before the party ended, Nancy and several of the others talked to me, and they had, in turn, talked to Jack. Promptly at 10:30 he came over to me and asked, "Would it be okay if Nancy and a couple of the others stayed for a few minutes? Nancy said you like to swim laps, but that somebody needs to be here to watch you in case you get into trouble."

"That would be fine, Mr. Sharmon. They can swim too, if they want. I can swim a mile or so, and then I'll send everyone on home. They shouldn't be out too late."

"I think that three or four want to stay, so if that's okay with you, I know they'll be completely safe - as will you."

"No problem, Mr. Sharmon. I'll blow my whistle, and everyone can leave the pool area. Tell Nancy and her friends to come back as soon as everyone else has left. If they stay here, I'm afraid everyone will want to stay, and the party will never end."

He handed some cash to me. "Here's your fee, plus a tip. Mary said I probably didn't have to pay you after the show these girls put on for you!" He winked at me. "I'll leave you some of the cake and ice cream, too. I'm sure you'll be hungry after your swim!" We shook hands.

I blew my whistle, and amid a lot of groans of disappointment, everyone began to pack up. I cleaned up around the pool, and ten minutes later there were only two cars left in the parking lot besides mine. Nancy and four other girls immediately got out of their cars and came back onto the pool deck. They were carrying a cooler filled with beer, something Mr. Sharmon clearly hadn't known about. They gave me one, and all five of them began to drink. Long before I finished mine, I heard the pops as several more cans were opened by the girls. They were obviously drinking to get their courage up. I hoped it would work!

I had finished my beer and was just putting the last of the chairs away when I saw Nancy, Alice, and Barb take off their bikini tops and smear their breasts with icing from the leftover cake. Carrie and Sherrie were not as bold, but their eyes were bright as all five strutted over to me, shoulders back, breasts jutting out. "Before you swim your laps, don't you need a little sugar for energy. Don?" Nancy asked, and all five girls laughed.

The pool lights were still on, and I could see the girls clearly as their breasts bounced under the thin coating of icing. Two erect nipples abruptly poked out through the icing from among the six icing-covered breasts on display. They were standing close to me, and I could smell the powerful scent of more than one aroused pussy. My erection was stiff and uncomfortable in my trunks. I made no effort to conceal it, and all five girls kept glancing at it. There was no breeze, and the air was thick with the aroma of sexual tension.

"How come only three of you are topless?" I asked. "That hardly seems fair!"

There was an abrupt bout of girlish squealing and giggling, and Carrie and Sherrie had their tops pulled off by the other three. The both stood red-faced, arms crossed, holding their hands over their breasts. Nancy walked up to Carrie and took hold of her bikini bottoms. "Both of you drop your arms so everyone can see your boobs or we'll take your bottoms off, too!"

Carrie and Sherrie both did as they were told, but their dark red faces revealed their complete embarrassment. However I'm certain all five of them were amused at the look on my face as I stared at five sets of perky, young, B-cup and C-cup breasts, proudly displayed by the five shapely, dark-haired young women.

"Since you two aren't wearing icing, you have to give Don a big kiss!" Barb declared, and Nancy and Beth pushed Carrie up against me.

I wrapped my arms around Carrie and pulled her close. My erection pressed hard through my trunks against the front of her bikini bottoms. She was trembling and didn't lift her face. I slid my hands up her naked back to her head and tilted her face back and kissed her, hard. She tasted of beer. Her eager response made it clear that her trembling had been from excitement, not fear. "Ever kissed like this before?" I whispered.

Carrie gently shook her head then kissed me again. As my tongue played with hers, I began to rub her breasts with my thumbs. Her nipples exploded into stiffness, and she pressed her hips against my penis. Then she suddenly jumped back, pulling herself away from me. Her mouth was open and her eyes were bright, but she also looked frightened.

Then it was Sherrie's turn. She was tight and jumpy. When I wrapped my arms around her, she stiffened up. She pulled her hips away from my erection. Her lips trembled when I kissed her, and when I began to caress her nipples, she began to cry. I kissed her again and released her. "I'm so afraid of what will happen!" She said as she ran back to Carrie and hugged her.

"Well, I'm not!" Declared Alice. She wiped her icing-streaked fingers on my lips. "Want some more of this taste, Don?" She asked. She was covered with little drops of sweat, and I could smell her before I touched her.

I put my hands on her waist and began licking her breasts, saving her nipples for last. It took a couple of minutes. As I slurped and licked, Nancy remarked, "God, you sound like a pig eating slop!" Everyone giggled.

I finished by licking and sucking on Alice's nipples, and her breathing changed to little gasps as I did so. I took my time. When I was done, I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her. "Happy Birthday, Alice!" I whispered. She opened her mouth and our tongues groped and wrestled. My erection was pressed hard against her groin, and her saliva-soaked nipples were hard against my chest as I rubbed them. When I finally broke the kiss, she stared up and me and kissed me again, then abruptly moved away. She was breathing really fast and hard.

Next I licked Nancy clean, then Barb. Both got warmed up, but not as much as Alice had been. As I finished with Barb, she announced, "Now it's our turn to lick some off you!"

She bounced bare-breasted over to the cake, grabbed a mound of icing, and began to smear it all over my chest. She started licking, then abruptly stopped. "Yuck! It's full of hair!" She exclaimed.

Nancy had come up behind me and I felt her bare breasts against my back, then her hands as she reached around and undid my drawstring. "I know a place where he doesn't have hair, at least the part that's sticking out!" She announced.

Nancy jerked my swim trunks down to my ankles, and my erection burst out, nearly striking Barb's leg. My feet were effectively tied together by my trunks. As Nancy reached around and began to fondle me, the other four girls looked on with their mouths and eyes wide open. "C'mon, smear some icing on his dork and let's lick it off!" Nancy declared. Her breathing was hot and fast on the back of my neck as her fingers fondled my penis and balls. I could feel her stiff nipples and the soft pressure of her breasts against my back.

The other girls just stood there staring for several seconds. Carrie and Sherrie had eyes as big as saucers! Alice was the first to react, and she scooped up some icing from her cake and used her fingers to cover my penis with it. Her nipples were still erect, and her areolae were dark and swollen. She squatted down and began to lick my shaft.

As Alice slowly worked her tongue toward the tip of my penis, I glanced at the other four girls. Nancy and Barb both had their mouths slightly open and both looked excited. Carrie and Sherrie looked truly shocked, but they still stayed close enough to see everything clearly. Alice continued to lick. Her nipples became more stiff and pointed, revealing her state of arousal. She finished by sucking hard on my penis, even though the icing was long gone. Barbs pushed her aside. "It's my turn!" Barbs said.

Barb smeared icing on my erection, and she began to clean me off. She used the tip of her tongue to make a slow, thin trail from my pubic hair to the tip of my penis. Then she swallowed the icing and began again. What an incredible sensation it produced! When she had done this about two dozen times, she licked and sucked my penis to get the last few streaks of icing. As the tip of her tongue danced over the head of my penis, I felt my balls pulling up tight against my shaft and I almost lost it.

Barb got to her feet and kissed me. As she held me, she whispered, "I'm wet and ready!" She grinned. I glanced down and there was a dark wet stain clearly visible between her legs.

"I know! I can see and smell you!" I whispered.

Barb reluctantly moved back and Nancy quickly took her place. She used both hands to coat my penis with icing. Her removal technique was to kiss and suck the icing off me, slowing working toward the tip of my penis as she kissed round and round my shaft. She took her time. A generous amount of pre-cum had oozed out of the tip, and as she tasted it, Nancy grinned up at me. Finally she stood up and kissed me, rubbing her damp crotch firmly against my erection.

"Carrie! Sherrie! You want to try it?" Nancy asked. Both girls quickly shook their heads. I could sense that they both wanted to - but were afraid.

Nancy turned back to me and stepped between my legs onto my swim suit, pinning it to the ground and causing my erection to slide along her thigh. "Looks like you'll have to swim your laps in the nude, Don!"

I stepped out my suit and kissed Nancy, feeling her nipples and breasts against my chest and pressing my erection between her legs. Her crotch was definitely wet - and not just with pool water! I was so aroused I almost pulled her bottoms down and fucked her as she stood there. Afraid I'd be charged with rape, I broke the kiss and dived into the pool and began to swim my laps.

By the time I'd finished a couple of laps, my erection softened and was no longer in the way. I glanced up as I breathed, and I could see the five topless girls talking and drinking more beer. I caught snippets of conversation as my head moved in and out of the water as I rotated to breathe.

"Nobody can see us and . . ."

". . . and it's your chance to . . ."

". . . can't always be a prude, besides . . ."

" . . . next chance to grab a hunk like . . ."

" . . . 'cause none of us will tell and . . ."

". . . they will never know because . . ."

" . . . we all have to do it so . . ."

I was swimming laps and there were five topless girls drinking beer and watching me! Why was I still in the water? I considered that question as I continued my laps and then I lost sight of all five of them for a few seconds although I could still hear them talking and giggling. I wondered what they were planning. I soon found out.

Just as I touched the side of the pool in the shallow end at the conclusion of my twelfth lap, all five jumped in and grabbed me. They were all completely naked, even Carrie and Sherrie! Beer? Lust? Something had worked!

My lap swimming was clearly over for the night! Five bathing beauties were giggling as they splashed and fondled me! For several minutes we wrestled and splashed. I kissed everyone, even Carrie and Sherrie, and I caressed all their breasts and furry pussies as they groped me. It was so arousing I was afraid I was going to explode into the water any moment. I really wanted to fuck - any one of them - and I was about to lose control.

As the oldest, Nancy was obviously in charge, and she suddenly changed the game. I had a couple of minutes to calm down while Nancy moved from girl to girl and whispered the "rules" to them. I avoided looking at them, and in an attempt to calm my cock I thought about several unhappy events in my past. I felt the incredible urge to ejaculate gradually abate. Having five naked pussies within my reach had taken me almost to the point of no return.

I heard Nancy say, "You won't be able to taste it underwater!"

"Are you sure?" Someone asked.

"Yeah, I've done it before!" Nancy replied.

A few seconds later I was again surrounded by the five naked girls. They began taking turns diving under water and sucking on my penis. Carrie and Sherrie were clearly new to this kind of intimacy and were reluctant at first, but they quickly caught on. As each girl held her breath and sucked, I rubbed their breasts and felt their nipples become rigid.

Even with the short breaks as the girls changed places, having my penis sucked for ten or fifteen seconds, over and over, was beginning to take me to the edge again. I could feel myself getting ready to ejaculate, so as Nancy began to take a turn, I asked, "Why don't I return the favor?"

She grinned and kissed me. Then I dropped underwater and began to lick and kiss her pussy. When I ran out of breath, I blew bubbles all over her crotch, trying to blow air into her vagina. As I broke the surface she was laughing. "That was great! Do it again!" She said.




Poolside Ch. 02



"Wait your turn!" I said, and I began to do the same thing to the other girls, one after the other.

Carrie and Sherrie were really stiff and scared when I began to kiss their pussies, so I was particularly gentle with them. But after a couple of turns they also began to loosen up, and I could feel and see their labia swelling. In the weightless underwater environment all five vaginas soon gaped, framed by their puffy labia, surrounded in turn by dark, slightly-trimmed, waving pubic hair.

Between girls I would hyperventilate until I got dizzy, then I could hold my breath and lick and kiss for about thirty seconds underwater. The dizziness kept me from ejaculating, even though I could feel several girls fondling me all the time. I had my face in one pussy and my hands on one or two others, and all of us were beginning to get really ready for sex, although Carrie and Sherrie were still holding back.

Finally I had to stop to really catch my breath, and we began to alternate. The five of them would suck me underwater, then I would return the favor on the five of them. We alternated for at least a half-hour. Even Carrie and Sherrie began to get extremely aroused, and their nipples, clearly visible even when they sat down in the shallow water, were poking straight out and turning darker and darker with each of their turns. It was obvious that I was going to fuck at least one of the five, and soon. This teasing just couldn't keep going on much longer.

Even though I couldn't taste their juices underwater, I began to push my tongue inside them as I kissed, licked, and blew bubbles into them. I added finger-fucking as I sucked on their now easily-found buttons. Not surprisingly I discovered that Carrie's and Sherrie's hymens were intact, and I was only able to get a single finger into each of them. After first resisting my intrusion into their most private openings, they soon began to move their hips as I pushed my finger in and out of them. Excited virgins! Nice!

Up to this point I had somehow managed to keep from shooting my wad, but I knew I couldn't last much longer. I was experienced enough that I could hold myself back when I made love, but five naked, excited women provided me with altogether too much stimulation! Even in the water I could feel my balls beginning to swell and ache, and I really needed release. I didn't want to waste my cum in the pool. Fortunately Nancy felt the same way.

As her turn to suck me came, she announced, "I can't take any more of this kid stuff! I need to get laid! And I'm on the pill, anyway!" She wrapped her legs around my waist, and grabbed my erection and moved it against her pussy. She then impaled herself on me in one motion. "God! YES! OH, YES!" She cried. I felt like saying the same thing!

Nancy clamped herself to me and tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Barb dived underwater between my legs. "Hey, go down and take a look! He's got it all the way inside her!" Barb announced as she came back up.

As the other three dived down and checked us out, I began to caress Nancy's breasts and nipples as we kissed. The contrast with the cool water on the rest of my body made her pussy feel incredibly hot around my penis. I knew it wouldn't take much for me to climax.

With very little effort I could lift Nancy until I was almost out of her, then slam her down all the way again with a splash. As we mated in the shallow water, Barb and Alice both looked excited, and Carrie and Sherrie looked a little scared. But they all stood close to us and watched, taking turns diving underwater so that they could see everything.

It didn't take long. As our down-thrusting splashes got faster and faster, I began to groan and Nancy began to grunt. "Faster! Harder! YES! YES! GOD! OOOOOOH!" She screamed.

I felt her vagina clamping my penis in rhythmic pulses as she leaned her head back and screamed again. She held me all the way inside her and jerked and twisted from side to side. I immediately yelled and exploded into her several times, each time causing her to grunt and increase the intensity of her squeezing on my penis. Her whole body trembled and shook, sending ripples across the pool.

Her violent orgasm finally subsided, and I caressed and kissed her. My legs were trembling. My penis remained inside her, not fully erect, but mostly stiff, probably because she was still rhythmically squeezing it with her vagina. Nancy wiggled against me and had several mini-orgasms as she calmed down. "God, that was great! Fuck me again, Don! I want more!" She cried.

The other four girls were staring at us, open-mouthed. Carrie and Sherrie, the two virgins, looked truly astonished. Judging from their erect nipples and from the dark coloring on their chests, all four were deeply aroused. I felt my penis beginning to enlarge again and its head started to press firmly against Nancy's cervix.

With my penis firmly lodged inside her, I carried Nancy to a ladder in the shallow end of the pool. She wrapped her legs around me and I carefully climbed the ladder with her, bouncing hard inside her with each rung. Once I got out of the pool, I stood for a few moments, feeling my penis swelling even more deep inside her. She kissed me and moaned, "Fuck me again, Don!"

I carried her to the pile of chair cushions, pulled several out, and tossed them onto the grass. Then I lowered Nancy onto the cushions and began to slowly and deliberately fuck her in the missionary position. She pulled her knees up to adjust the angle and depth of my penetration, and she immediately began to make little sounds of pleasure.

The other four sat on the grass around us, perhaps a yard from Nancy and me. I put on a show for them, particularly for the two virgins. I pulled slowly completely out of Nancy, then slowly and deliberately slid myself all the way back inside her. Nancy sighed loudly each time. At the bottom I rubbed my pubic bone back and forth against her clitoris. I repeated this for several minutes as Nancy and I got accustomed to each other's responses.

My penis was immediately wet from Nancy's juices and it glistened in the light from the pool. There was a little "pop" each time I pulled out of her and a wet "skoosh" each time I got all the way into her and our pubic hair mashed together. I could see the other four girls watching intently as my penis moved in and out of Nancy and as she began to get more and more aroused. The sharp scent of the juices squishing out of Nancy was clearly obvious to every one of the watchers, as it was to Nancy and me.

It was also clear that fucking with an audience really turned Nancy on. She was grunting and moaning each time I pressed against her clitoris, and she began thrusting her hips upward, both trying to keep me from coming out of her and to drive me into her faster. Nancy tried to pick up the tempo, but I held back, moving just a little slower than she wanted. Nancy soon began to gasp and pant. "GOD! FINISH ME! FUCK ME HARD! I WANT IT! DON'T LEAVE ME ON THE EDGE LIKE THIS!"

Several strokes later I pressed myself all the way into her and began to twist back and forth against her clitoris until I felt her climax beginning. Then I started fucking her as fast as I could move in and out. Nancy completely lost control. Her legs began to jerk and kick, and she dug her fingernails into my back, smashing her hard-tipped breasts into my chest as she screamed, "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

As her scream ended, I stopped moving, and her scream changed into a continuous, low moan. As soon as the trembling in her body slowed, I started fucking her again. Within a dozen strokes she had another screaming climax, "AAAAAAAAAA!"

I repeated this a couple of more times before I ejaculated into her. By this time she was no longer clawing me. She was arching her back to press her hips hard against me. Her arms and legs were twitching and flopping hard against the cushions and the grass, she was breathing in short gasps, and her screams had become a series of loud, continuous grunts, "NNH! NNH! NNH!"

After this second ejaculation, I felt my penis quickly becoming flaccid. When Nancy stopped thrusting her hips, I slowly pulled out of her, leaving my penis against her pussy. Nancy and I were both gasping for air. I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms. Waves of rippling muscles were clearly visible spreading out from her crotch down her legs and up her abdomen. They slowly subsided as the five of us watched. I could hear the ragged, rapid breathing of the other four girls as they watched Nancy slowly calm down.

The smell from her pussy was intoxicating and overwhelming. I inhaled deeply then leaned back and sat down. As I did so a glistening rope of cum stretched from her pussy to the tip of my penis, then finally snapped. I pointed at Nancy's pussy, and the four girls all leaned in closer to look.

Nancy's erect clitoris was a tiny, gleaming wet knob, clearly visible in the light from the pool. Her partially-open vagina was still pulsing, about once each second. Each pulse caused a mixture of her juices and my cum to squeeze out, and a large pool was slowly spreading on the cushion between her thighs.

After each girl had taken a good look, I leaned down and licked and sucked on her pussy, sending Nancy into yet another long, screaming orgasm as she writhed on the cushions.

I kissed Nancy, smearing her face with our fluids, then got up and dived into the pool. I scrubbed myself off, then climbed back out. The four naked girls were still on their knees staring at Nancy who lay spread-eagled on the cushions, eyes closed, apparently falling asleep as her breathing gradually became slower.

I stared at them for a couple of minutes, and the sight of their bodies began to make me hard again. As soon as I was reasonably erect, I stood over Nancy's head, waved my penis, and asked, "Who's next?"

Carrie and Sherrie stared open-mouthed at my penis but then quickly shook their heads. Alice immediately said, "I'd better drive these two home." She gave me a smile, and I knew from the look she gave me that she really wanted to stay.

Barb softly said, "I can't leave until Nancy does." She was slowly rubbing her pussy with the fingers of her right hand.

Before they dressed, I kissed Carrie, Sherrie, and Alice. I pulled each girl hard against me with my nearly-erect penis pressing against her pubic hair. They all had hard nipples and kissed me deeply - even the virgins!

Carrie didn't step away from me when I released her. "How does it feel to hold me naked against you like this, Carrie?" I whispered.

She pulled me tighter and pressed her pussy against my penis. "I should be embarrassed, but instead I feel . . . nice!" She said. "I wish I didn't have to go home now!" She gave me a long, deep kiss, then moved away.

I whispered, "Happy Birthday!" to Alice when it was her turn.

She slid her hand between us and grabbed my penis. "I wish you could give me this, but I'm driving and I promised their parents I'd have them home before it got too late!"

"Why not come back up after you take them home?" I suggested.

"I can't! Mom and Dan still have birthday plans for me! We gotta get home!" She replied. I rubbed her nipples and she gave my penis a last squeeze as she kissed me.

Carrie, Sherrie, and Alice quickly got dressed and they drove away. As the noise of their car disappeared, Barb turned to face me. I could see fresh moisture glistening on her thighs. "It's not as hard as it was before. Do you think you can get it all the way up again?" She teased.

"If you're willing to lick and suck me a little, sure! But do you really want to? I thought you had a steady boyfriend."

Barb sniffed. "Boy is right! I'm on the pill and we screw and everything, but I've never done anything like that!" She looked over at Nancy who was now gently snoring, still spread-eagled on her back. Even from ten feet away the scent of sex coming from Nancy was thick and heavy in the air.

Barb slowly pressed herself against me, her nipples rock-hard against my chest. She kissed me hard. Then she giggled and dragged us both into the pool.

She began to rub my penis and balls and she dived underwater and began to suck on my penis. As she came up for air, Barb said, "As soon as you're ready, I want a pool-fuck, just like Nancy got. Then I want you to carry me out and do me like you did her!" She immediately took a big breath and resumed her underwater sucking.

It took a few minutes, but there's nothing like the erotic attentions of an aroused and attractive, naked woman who really wants to be fucked. As she slipped me inside her and I began to slide in and out of her, Barb remarked, "Brad's a little bigger, but the way you move inside me makes me really hot inside! All he does is pound in and out really fast. God, what you're doing really feels incredible! UNNNH! YESSSS!"

I brought her to a splashing, screaming climax a few minutes later, but I didn't ejaculate. It was easy to stay hard as I carried her up the ladder with my penis still socketed inside her. I placed some more cushions on the grass near the sleeping Nancy, and I kept slow-fucking Barb to several violent and loud orgasms until I finally had my third ejaculation of the night. Following Nancy's example Barb held nothing back, and she too lost control of her body as she exploded again and again.

As I lapped up our combined juices from her crotch and tried to bring her to another orgasm, Barb gently pushed me away, saying, "I'm still too sensitive! That's okay! Just let me rest!"

We shared a juicy kiss. "Mmmmm! I've never tasted a fuck before!" She said. "Kinda kinky! But yummy!"

Barb soon fell asleep spread-eagled as Nancy had done, and I watched her for a few minutes as the cum slowly oozed out of her. Man, these two girls were completely uninhibited and responsive! What incredibly great sex! They had allowed their reactions to overwhelm them, and their orgasms had been multiple and nearly continuous.

I was wiped out and my cock was a little sore. I decided to rest for a couple of hours then wake them, so I headed for the pile of cushions. Before I could grab one, Nancy whispered, "Don, come here! To me!"

I lay down with Nancy and kissed her. "Barb's screams woke me. I could probably do it again, but I just want to cuddle with you! I have this wonderful warm feeling inside me. All over!" She said.

I rolled her over on top of me and she pressed her pussy hard against my thigh. We both fell asleep. As I drifted off I could feel cum and pussy juice dripping out of her onto my leg. She made little purring sounds in her throat as she slept on me. Her breath was warm against my neck.

Sometime later I became aware of Barb joining us. Several hours passed, and a few minutes before dawn I awoke to find myself on my back with Barb wrapped around me on one side and Nancy on the other. The air was warm, and I was a little sweaty, although neither girl was. I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling their sticky pubic hair pressing against my legs and their soft breasts pressing against my chest. The smell of sex was everywhere, even on their breath.

As the sky began to get brighter, I woke the naked girls, and they squealed when they realized what time it was. They leaped into the pool with me to clean up, then quickly dressed and left after kissing me several times, passionately. "My dad's going to kill me!" I heard one of them say as they ran to their car.

As their car raced away, I put the leftover beer in my car and tossed the leftover cake into the trash can. Then I got a hose and cleaned the mixed sex juices off several sticky pool cushions. I left the damp cushions on chairs so that they would dry in the sun, then dressed and went back to my apartment. I crashed.

The alarm clock woke me, and I had a quick lunch, then returned to the pool at 2:00. Our backup-guard, Katrina Thomas, had opened the pool, and she was full of questions. "Hey, Don! How was the party last night? How come there were wet cushions on six of the chairs? And why were the pool lights still on when I got here?"

I mumbled something about the party being a lot of fun and that I had been distracted and must have forgotten about the lights. Katrina grinned at me and said she'd be right back.

She went down to the pump room. She returned carrying a towel. I recognized it as Barb's from the night before. "Smell this!" She demanded. I did. It was still rich with the aroma of pussy juice and cum. Barb had obviously wiped herself off before falling asleep with Nancy and me.

"When you rinsed off the cushions, you missed this!" She said. "I guess you really did have fun, huh? What was her name? I guess I'll find out when she clams it in the lost and found, huh?" And she giggled.

I couldn't think of a retort, and I took the towel back to the pump room as she laughed. "Yeah, I guess you really were distracted!" She called after me and she laughed again.

I didn't see Barb or Nancy again for a couple of weeks. Their two sets of parents had grounded both of them for getting in so late, and Nancy's father had taken her car keys away. Mr. Sharmon probably wished he hadn't paid me after all! Well, I only fucked one of his daughters that night!

With their angry parents watching them closely, it was impossible to arrange another after-hours date with either Nancy or Barb. But I did manage to screw Alice one evening when she volunteered to "help" me with my workout. She had several good orgasms, but she held back and didn't let herself go completely out of control as the other two had done. I figured the beer, nudity, and extensive teasing had helped Nancy and Barb to relax. Alice also managed to get home early enough that she didn't have a problem with her folks. She never showed any interest in me after that, but at least she finally got her birthday present from me, albeit a little late.

Carrie is almost worth another, complete story. Just a couple of weeks after the pool party, she came up to me while I was on duty and whispered, "My whole family is going to be gone tomorrow and Sunday. Would you like to . . . I mean . . . maybe . . . like, you know . . ."

"Spend the night at your house tomorrow night, Carrie?"

Carrie turned bright red. "Yes! Will you?"

"Sure! I finish up at the pool tomorrow evening at 8:00. Should I drive over then?"

"NO! I don't want ANYONE to know!" She gasped. "I'll come get you so your car won't be parked near my house!"

"I'll be ready!" And I glanced down at my groin. Carrie looked down too, and she blushed again when she saw my tented trunks.

The next evening she showed up right on time, and she drove me across town to her house. She was jumpy, but also excited. "Are you still a virgin, Carrie?"

She blushed. "Yes, but not . . . after you . . . well, tonight . . ."

"After I make love to you tonight?"

Carrie swallowed hard. "Yes! I want you . . . I want what you did to Nancy!"

"I thought your boyfriend Bobby was going to be your first lover last weekend."

"Well, he . . . How did you know about that?"

"You told somebody who told somebody else who talked about it and I heard. So what happened?"

She blushed again. "I got all undressed and as soon as he touched me he, uh, . . . did it in his pants. He was so . . . upset . . . that he just left." Carrie blushed again.

Bobby was obviously a little eager. Well, he'd probably learn - eventually! In the meantime I got to be the first one to make it with his girl. Tough toogies, Bobby!

It was almost 8:30 when we were finally safely inside Carrie's house. She showed me around and it was really nice. She had a little girl's bedroom, all pink and flowery, with stuffed animals and dolls everywhere. She even had a queen-sized canopy bed. Within a few hours the innocent little girl decorations in this bedroom would no longer reflect the status of its female resident.




Poolside Ch. 02



I pulled the covers down and moved about a dozen stuffed bears onto the floor. The sheets were fresh, light yellow with tiny flowers. I turned to Carrie. "We're going to make a bit of a mess, so get a couple of towels we can use to clean ourselves up." Carrie eagerly ran into the hall and quickly returned with two soft, white towels. I laid them on the bed.

"Should I get undressed so we can do it?" She asked.

I laughed. "Boy, is that clinical! No, we have all night." I answered. "Let's just take our time and relax. I figure you'll be ready by 11:30 or so."

"THREE HOURS? What are we going to do for three hours? I want you to . . . fuck me! In my bed! That's why you're here!"

"There's plenty of time for that, Carrie. What about protection? Should I wear something?"

"Don't worry! I'm on the pill!" She looked at me and smiled. Something didn't ring quite true in the look she gave me, but my lust was stronger than my suspicions.

We went back downstairs and raided her parents' liquor closet. I turned on her stereo and put on some slow mood music. I mixed strong drinks for us. As we drank them, we kissed and danced and slowly undressed each other. By 10:00 our clothes were thrown all over the room and we were both completely naked. Carrie was pretty tipsy. I didn't let her drink anything else. I wanted her to be fully aware of her sensations, but she was just drunk enough that she was completely uninhibited.

We were dancing naked, with my penis sliding back and forth through her fuzzy, thick pubic hair as we moved. "How often do you masturbate?" I asked.

"Wha . . . That's none of your business! Who says I do that, anyway?"

"C'mon, Carrie! You do get off that way sometimes, don't you?"

There was a long silence and then she said, "Until that night at the pool I didn't do it all that much. But since then, I've done it every day. Sometimes more than once."

"How about today? Did you do it knowing that we were going to make love tonight?"

"You're surely nosy! What's the difference?"

"I'm curious. Do you get good orgasms that way?"

"Jeez, you are into this, aren't you? Yeah, I climax, but not the way Nancy did at the pool. Mine feel good, but leave me wanting more."

"That's what I figured. Show me!"

"Huh? You want me to get myself off - in front of you? Why?"

"Humor me! Let's just say I want to get an idea of the sort of things that turn you on."

"I'm not sure I can. Not with you watching! And I've never done it here in the living room!"

"Then enjoy the new experience!"

Carrie was reluctant, but I got her comfortable on the obviously expensive sofa with a towel under her - just in case. She just lay there. "I can't do it with you watching!" She wailed.

"Pretend I'm not here. Close your eyes!" I leaned down and kissed her eyes and she kept them closed. "Think about my penis going in and out of Nancy and how she got more and more excited. Pretend my penis is inside you!"

"This is sick! What will it prove if I get myself off in front of you?"

"Carrie, when we make love, I'll be there, too, experiencing it with you. Nancy had terrific orgasms because she didn't care that the four of you were watching her - along with me, of course. If you can't let go with me here, you won't come close to the pleasure that Nancy received."

Carrie was silent for a short time. I watched her bare breasts move up and down as she breathed. It was a wonderful sight!

"I think I understand. I'll try."

Carrie began to rub her nipples with both hands, and then moved her right hand down to her pussy. She rubbed herself for a few minutes, then slipped a finger past her maidenhood and began to finger-fuck herself as she rubbed her clitoris. She began to pinch and pull on her nipples with her left hand. She moved her hands faster and faster.

Suddenly she arched her head back and let out a little moan, "AAANNNH!" She rubbed herself for a few more seconds, then stopped. "That wasn't like Nancy's, but it felt pretty good!" She said.

I kissed her. "Just relax and let me touch you for a few minutes." I said. I kissed her again. I slowly moved my kisses to her breasts, circling her nipples. Finally I kissed, licked, and sucked on her nipples, moving from one to the other. She began to writhe on the sofa and she moved a hand down to rub her clitoris. I stopped her. "Let me!" I said.

I continued my assault on her nipples and I slowly moved my right hand down to her crotch. I gently rubbed her thick pubic hair, then slid my fingers past her pubic bone and into her slit. She was only slightly wet.

I began to slide my fingers from her asshole to her clitoris, gently rubbing and pulling on her labia. I rubbed all around her clitoris, but didn't touch it for several minutes. When I did, Carrie arched off the sofa with a loud cry, "OOOOOOH!"

She was now really wet. I slipped my index finger inside her, past her maidenhood, and stroked gently. Carrie got tense because I was inside her. "Relax, Carrie! I'm not going to hurt you!"

I moved my finger around and finally found her G-spot. Carrie arched her back again, and cried, "God! What did you just do?"

I didn't move my finger and I kissed her on the lips. Then I began kissing her nipples again. I gently started rubbing her G-spot. Carrie began to moan.

I moved my finger in and out of her slowly, each time pressing on her sensitive spot. Carrie reached down and tried to rub her clit, but I pulled her hand back. "Relax, Carrie. Let me do it." I whispered.

I rubbed my wet thumb across her clitoris, and she flinched. Carrie began to breathe in short little gasps, grunting with each one. I was now stimulating her with three different things: kissing and sucking her nipples, finger-fucking her G-spot, and rubbing her clitoris with my thumb. I did all three together for about five seconds.

Carrie stopped breathing and arched off the sofa. I stopped all of my touching and kissed her on the lips. She fell back onto the sofa. "God, that was so close! I thought I was there, and then you stopped."

I began doing the three stimuli at random. Often just one, occasionally two, and every ten minutes or so all three. I also stopped all three and kissed her frequently. Carrie was getting closer and closer to the edge each time, and each time she was more aroused. She was starting to lose control and was twitching and jerking most of her body. The towel under her was damp with her juices.

I teased her for nearly an hour. By 11:30 her responses appeared to be beyond her ability to control. I took her to the edge again and then squeezed my thumb and finger together, rubbing my thumb across her clitoris and pressing hard on her G-spot. I bit her right nipple.

Carrie screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Her body arched and shook and she waved her legs in the air. Her orgasm lasted for ten or twelve seconds. I slowly relaxed my touching and she calmed down.

When her breathing slowed so that she could talk, she said. "Good God! I've tried to do that to myself, but I always cum too soon! That was almost more than I could stand! God! I'm still shaking!"

"Carrie, you can't do that to yourself. It's like trying to tickle yourself. You always know what you're going to do next. I was unpredictable, and when you relaxed, you got caught up in the sensations."

"Did I ever! Wow! Do that to me again!"

"This time let me use my mouth." I had Carrie sit partly up so that I could get my face between her thighs. Carrie propped herself up with pillows and I began to lick and kiss her pussy.

Her juice was fresh, sweet, and tangy. Once she got used to having my mouth in her crotch, Carrie lay back and enjoyed the sensations. After about twenty minutes she began to rub and pull on her nipples, and I slipped my finger inside her again and sucked and kissed her clitoris.

Carrie jerked and flopped around so much I almost couldn't stay between her legs! "OOOOH! AAAAAAAH!" She screamed.

Carrie was covered with sweat. I licked as much off her body as I could while she caught her breath. "Feel that!" She said.

She pulled my hand over to her abdomen and I could feel a slight trembling. "God, what's that?" She asked.

"Your uterus, probably. Your body is trying to mate!"

She jumped off the couch and wrapped herself around me. She kissed me hard. "Can we go to my bed now? Please? I've never been so ready!"

She suddenly looked puzzled for a moment and then she licked her lips and smiled. "That's me, isn't it? I've never tasted my pussy before!" And she laughed, deep in her throat.

I stood up with her. Her legs were around my waist, and my erect penis was pressing against the entire length of her wet slit. I slowly carried her upstairs like that. Carrie pressed her breasts against me and kissed me as I walked.

I laid her gently on her bed with a soft towel under her hips. The only light came from the hall. Even in the near-darkness I could see her eyes glistening.

I made love to her entire body, kissing and touching her everywhere. Carrie finally lost her virginity sometime around 3:00 with a little cry of surprise in the middle of a protracted and extremely loud orgasm. She was every bit as uninhibited as Nancy.

I had managed to hold myself back, and I stayed hard inside her. I kissed and cuddled and fucked her for another hour or so until we both screamed and I ejaculated into her over and over while she jerked and shook on the bed. Carrie kissed me passionately. "Thank you, Don! That was wonderful!" She said. We fell asleep wrapped around each other.

I woke up just after 10:00. Our wet spot was so big that the towel hadn't contained it. I scooped up some of our puddle and began to drip it slowly into Carrie's slightly open mouth. She was still asleep, but she still began to swallow it.

With some sudden lip-smacking, she woke up! "What are you doing, Don?"

"Taste it!"

Carrie rolled some around her mouth. "It's me, only different!"

"It's your juice with my cream added in!"

Carrie grinned. She reached down and scooped some up and put her fingers in my mouth. We laughed and giggled as we fed each other that very special mixture that only a man and woman can make together.

"Oops! I gotta go!" Carrie announced.

She raced into an adjoining bathroom and had a long piss. Before she flushed, I added my own to the bowl. "We almlst made it flush by itself!" Carrie said as she giggled.

We shared a wonderful shower, then ate some toaster waffles. I looked at the clock and saw it was about 11:30. "When does your family get back?" I asked.

"Not until after 8:00 tonight. They have a long drive."

"So, allowing you time to change your bed and clean the place up before they get back, we've got five or six hours to kill. Got any ideas?"

She did. Although she balked at doing anal sex, she did learn to give me pretty darned good oral sex, and we made love twice more. Around 6:00 I woke her from an extremely sound sleep.

I helped Carrie load the washing machine with her sticky bedclothes, and as soon as it was running, she drove me over to the pool and dropped me off. As I got out of the car she said, "By the way I was lying about one thing. I'm not on the pill!"

I leaned back in, suddenly sweating profusely. "Then why the hell didn't you say so? I would have used a condom!"

She smiled. "Barb told me that you squirt really hard when you come. She said she could feel it and that made her orgasms even stronger. She was right!"

"But dammit, you could easily have gotten pregnant! Hell, the way your uterus was moving around, I probably put a couple of loads right inside it!"

Carrie pouted. "I wanted my first time to be real sex, not plastic-wrapped. And if I get pregnant, we'll just have to work something out!"

With that she drove away. I stood there for a few seconds, feeling panic about what would happen if I had really knocked her up. Man! This could be bad! She was a great lay, but a wife? At her age? Or mine?

I walked over to my car. Before I could get in, Katrina, who had taken my shift at the pool, called, "Hey Don! Did you have fun?"

I walked over to the pool and through the gate. Katrina was in the high guards' chair, and I stopped beneath it. "Yeah, it's always good to take some time off. Thanks for taking my shift."

"I saw Carrie dropping you off. From the look of you, you didn't get much time off, Don! Better try to get some sleep tonight!"

I couldn't think of a retort. Katrina was laughing as I walked back to my car. I grabbed a couple of quick burgers and fell into bed. My last thoughts were of Carrie being pregnant and getting bigger and bigger and bigger . . .

The next day Carrie told me that she had finished her period the Thursday before we screwed, so she probably wasn't "in trouble." But it was a long wait - more than three weeks - before she confirmed that her period had finally come. The day after she told me I got to spend that day -and night - with Connie. I hadn't gotten laid since I made love to Carrie, and I really filled her! Connie dripped my cream all over the place!

I overheard the pool bunnies giggling and talking, and I learned that Sherrie apparently got her boyfriend to deflower her. I flirted with her at the pool, but she never gave me a tumble. All in all I did pretty well. I partied with five naked girls and I made it with four of them. Three were outstanding lovers, and fucking Alice was a whole lot better than self-abuse!

Katrina was the one who confused me, though. The guards all changed clothes in the pump room, and twice I walked in and found her completely nude. When all I did was apologize and leave, she got bitchy with me. A little later that summer I found out why, but that's yet another Poolside story! 

Continued in Poolside Ch. 3, Part 1.



Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 1



Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 2."

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/02/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors.

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I was 22 years old and had just finished my first year of graduate school. I was working as a lifeguard at the country club pool where I had worked every year during my undergraduate summers. The club's main building had burned down during the winter, and construction people were clearing the site to build another. There was a temporary building used as a pro shop for golf, and there were several portable toilets.

The pool sat atop a hill, with the metal-roofed, temporary pro shop about a hundred yards away, lower and to the north. To the west was the burned-out mess of the clubhouse, about 100 feet away. The absence of a real clubhouse kept attendance at the pool down, and it also meant that once the pool closed, nobody was around. In particular, the club manager and his family, who had previously lived on the top floor of the clubhouse, were not there to see what was going on after hours.

I had recently begun a torrid reunion with Connie, now married with a baby, and with whom I was maintaining an Intermittent affair. ("Poolside: Sex with a New Mother") We had to work around her husband's out-of-town trips, and I had to sneak in and out of her home, so I wasn't getting sex from Connie on anything like a regular basis. I was still doing yard work for her husband, and that payed extremely well. Consequently I enjoyed going to her mansion, even if all I did was cut the grass and trim hedges and ogle Connie. But when we also had sex, it was truly incredible!

The Club sponsored a couple of big parties each summer, and individual members also rented the pool for special occasions. I had just spent an unforgettable day and night with Connie after learning, to my considerable relief, that I hadn't gotten the daughter of one of the members pregnant. (I had deflowered her in her own bed a few weeks earlier.) A pool party celebrating the eighteenth birthday of one of the pool bunnies had turned into a skinny-dipping orgy involving five naked lovelies and me. ("Poolside Ch 2") My popping Carrie's cherry had been an extremely pleasant direct result of that party.

The summer was a third over, I had dipped my wick in five different pussies, and nobody was pregnant - that I knew of. I also knew that Connie's husband was going to be out-of-town for several days in a couple of weeks, so I planned to move in and enjoy round-the-clock sex with my "old" English teacher - at least when her baby was asleep. To top it all off I was in great physical shape, my tan was about as dark as it's possible to achieve, and the pool bunnies were constantly teasing me with their young bodies. How could life be better?

Almost every night after the pool closed at 8:00 p.m., I would do a workout with free weights, run two cross-country miles across the golf course wearing combat boots, then return to the pool and swim a mile. My swimming required that someone actually be present just in case I got into trouble. When nobody was there, I skipped the swim for my own safety.

People gradually found out about my exercise routine, and I frequently worked out arrangements with several of the young adult members of the club to allow them to use the pool during my workouts so that I could swim laps with someone around. Sitting on top of an isolated hilltop as the sky turned dark and enjoying the view of the town's lights below was incredibly romantic. "My" pool quickly became a place for sex parties.

Beginning the middle of June I had so many requests for after-hours, informal parties that I had to schedule them! My typical party was just one or two couples. Since my earlier five-girl party, I hadn't personally participated in any pool sex. I had certainly seen and heard a great deal, however!

By 8:30 it was getting dark, and on "party nights" I would see a car or two arrive. The participants would park in an isolated area of the parking lot behind the pool, then enter using an unlocked back gate in the eight-foot tall, sharp-topped, chain-link fence that surrounded the pool and kept out the after-hours riff-raff. It was both difficult and dangerous to climb the fence, and my allowing them to get in through a gate made their romantic evening swims possible.

I would usually have the pool cleaned up by 8:15, and I would begin my weight workout on a concrete slab at the back of the pool. The slab was five feet lower than the pool deck, so I could see people outside the pool, but not in it, as I worked out.

By about 8:45 I was through with the weights, and I would put on my combat boots for my run. Why boots? It was a habit from my Army ROTC training. Besides giving me a better workout, the boots prevented me from spraining an ankle while running in the dark. The two-mile run usually took less than eleven minutes, then I would cool down and be ready for my swim between 9:15 and 9:30. This schedule provided at least an hour for my "guests" to enjoy relatively private necking, skinny-dipping, and sex. At least one couple would then stay while I swam my mile. I'd lock the gate around 10:00 or 10:30 and everyone would leave. Symbiosis!

Some groups liked me to turn on the underwater pool lights, and they gave a blueish glow to everything. I took quite a few photographs, most clandestinely, of couples skinny-dipping and fucking in the pool. I often swam my laps with the lights on, and it was not uncommon to have a couple copulating loudly in the pool as I swam. All in all it made my exercise a lot more fun!

I had access to the birth dates of all of the members' children, and I limited after-hour access to those eighteen or older. The club manager was aware of my arrangement, but he ignored it once I assured him that I would make certain that nobody got hurt and that nobody would go into the deep water alone. He also conceded that "my" pool was a safer place than the usual lovers' lanes. In addition, since I didn't charge anyone anything, the Club wasn't deprived of any revenue.

One Tuesday evening I had scheduled a really cute black-haired girl named Angie Hamilton and her steady boyfriend Bud Jacobson to "use" the pool. Angie had turned eighteen about two weeks earlier, and Bud was almost twenty-one. Bud was probably 230 pounds, muscular, tall, and intimidating. Angie was about 115 pounds, curvy and seductively attractive. The crowning achievement of Bud's young life had been starting as an offensive linesman on the highschool football team. He was known as "Bud the Stud," and was rumored to be hung like a horse.

Angie was one of the pool bunnies who had delighted in arousing me for a couple of years. She was one of the best at getting me hard! She had often flashed me quick looks at her breasts when she unfastened her top to prevent a tan line on her back, and she liked to lie with her legs spread wide apart, pointing her barely-covered, hardly-concealed pussy directly at me. Her body was truly one of the best at the pool, and I envied Bud's access to it. But she was almost five years younger than I was, so I contented myself with enjoying the view she presented.

That Tuesday evening Bud drove up around 8:30, and he and Angie walked up to where I was putting out my weights. "No fuckin' pictures, OK?" Bud said. "This is a special night for Angie here." And he leered at her. "You can leave the lights off, too!" I could smell alcohol on his breath, although he didn't talk or walk as if he were drunk. 

Angie looked a little tense, but she went willingly through the gate and they sprawled on some lounge-chair cushions I had spread out for them next to the pool. I began to work out. I heard the occasional low sound of their voices. There were long periods of silence which I assumed meant they were making out.

Just after 9:00 I finished my weight routine, and had gotten changed for my run. As I came up the stairs from the pump room, I head them talking loudly enough for me to hear.

"No, Bud!" Angie said. "Let's just take it easy! I'm not sure I really want to, now!"

"C'mon Baby! We talked about this! We both want it!"

I looked across the apron of the pool, and in the pale blue glow from the pool I could see Angie, in a skimpy white bikini, stand up and cross her arms, facing away from Bud. Bud got up and wrapped his arms around her. He was completely naked. I caught a glimpse of his truly impressive cock before he pressed it against her bikini-clad behind.

I put my boots on for my run, and I was tying the laces when I heard Bud talk Angie into lying down with him on the mats again. She immediately got up once again, and I could her softly crying. As I started to run, I heard Bud trying to talk her into taking off her bikini. I looked, and Angie had her arms crossed over her breasts and was shaking her head. She was saying something to Bud, but I couldn't hear the words. Bud muttered something angry.

I ran about two hundred yards, and then I stopped and turned around. I knew something was very wrong, and I couldn't leave her alone with him. Just before I got back to the pool I slowed to a walk and quietly stepped onto my exercise slab. If my suspicions had been wrong, I didn't want to interrupt them. However, my concerns had been right on the money.

"NO, BUD! I'M NOT GOING TO DO THIS! TAKE ME HOME!" Angie yelled.

"Angie, I'm going to make you a woman tonight one way or the other! You fuckin' teased me long enough! Do I screw you nice or do I screw you the hard way? Whatzitgonna be, cunt?"

I heard the sounds of struggling, then the sharp sound of ripping cloth. Angie screamed. Then I heard more cloth ripping, and Bud laughed. Angie screamed again. I heard the harsh sound of a slap and a cry of pain from Angie.

Still wearing the combat boots, I raced down the stairway to the pump room which was located behind and beneath the pool. Angie screamed again. I grabbed my camera, and flipped on the pool lights. I ran back up the steps and through the gate. I flipped the switch on the camera to charge the flash. I saw them on the ground a few feet from the pool.

Angie was also naked, struggling underneath Bud. The torn remnants of her bikini lay on the pool deck. Bud was holding her spread-eagled on her back on the mats, and he was between her legs, trying to force his penis into Angie as she struggled with him. Bud was laughing. I saw him push his penis against Angie's pussy, and she cried out in pain. Bud pulled back, then slammed his penis against her again. Again Angie screamed. "You're gonna like it, bitch! My stiff log's deflowered half the cock-suckin' bitches in your class! Now stop squirming around, dammit, and let me find yer fuck hole!" He slapped her face, hard. Bud pressed his penis against Angie's crotch and she began to whimper as he probed for the opening to her vagina.

I quickly aimed the camera and shot a flash picture of the two of them. That got Bud's attention. "What the fuck?" He cursed as he jumped off Andie and turned to face me. His penis was truly huge, half again as long as mine and nearly twice as thick.

"This is a private party, asshole! And turn off those fuckin' pool lights!"

"DON! HELP ME! PLEASE!" Angie screamed. She got up and ran back toward the fence. In the blue light from the pool I could clearly see her naked body. In spite of the situation I felt myself starting to get hard.

Bud moved toward me. "Just go away and give me another ten minutes. When you come back you can have sloppy seconds - if you want to after I'm done with her! But this cunt is mine to take! And turn off those fuckin' lights!" .

Angie screamed again for me to help her.

"Get the hell out of here, Bud! Your party's over!" I said.

Bud put his hands up in a boxing stance and came at me fast. "I'm gonna enjoy this, asshole! I'll beat the crap out of you and then I'll fuck that little whore right on top of you! Hell, when I'm done fuckin' Angie, I'll fuck you in the ass!"

He was at least three inches taller and probably forty pounds heavier than I was, and he could probably do exactly what he said. As he took a swing at my face, I sidestepped, closed my eyes hard, and took his picture.

Even with my eyes closed the flash was bright. But Bud was only a couple of feet from the camera, and the flash caught him with both eyes wide open.

His fist grazed my shoulder, knocking me back a step, but then he just stood there blinking his eyes. "GOD DAMN YOU! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YOU FOR THIS!" He was looking around, trying to see again. I knew he wouldn't stay blind for more than a few seconds.

The glow from the pool gave me plenty of light to see by. I stepped forward and with my right boot I kicked him in his balls as hard as I could. He was still erect and I felt his huge penis bounce off my shin. Bud let out a short, shrill, high-pitched scream, then fell hard on the concrete pool deck. He threw up several times.

He was tough, a lot tougher than I was. Almost immediately he got onto his hands and knees, and began to stand up. He couldn't stand completely upright. He was holding his scrotum with his hands, and he stood bent over at the waist. Vomit dripped from his chin. "You smashed both my nuts, you fucking asshole! I'm gonna kill you for sure, now!"

"Maybe, but not tonight, Bud. Pick up your shit and drive yourself to the hospital. Maybe they can fix 'em and make you back into a man!"

Bud glared at me, looking up because of his posture, then spat vomit on the ground at my feet. He walked gingerly over toward Angie and she quickly backed away from him. I could see her dark-tipped breasts bouncing and the black triangle of her pubic hair as she moved. Bud stooped lower and picked up a bunch of stuff on the ground, then stumbled back past me. His flaccid penis was still an impressive size, easily as large as mine was erect. His nuts were swollen to the size of tennis balls and they were so engorged with blood they looked black in the light from the pool.

"You're a dead man!" He spat out as he went past. I watched him go out the gate and walk carefully to his car. He groaned several times. A couple of minutes later he slowly drove away, probably to the hospital. I started to relax and only then realized how tightly my muscles were tensed. I had also been holding my breath.

Angie was nowhere to be seen. "Angie! It's over! Come on out and get dressed!" I suddenly started to shake as the adrenalin letdown hit. I almost fell down. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and the smell of fresh vomit didn't help. My hard-on was completely gone.

"Please turn off the lights!" She cried from somewhere near the fence behind me.

"Sure! Sorry!"

I really felt dizzy, but I ran back out and down to the pump room, and flipped the lights off. My stomach heaved, and I felt bile in my throat. I took some deep breaths and waited a couple of minutes for my body to stop shaking, then I went back up. No Angie.

Then she ran out of the darkness and wrapped herself around me. She was still naked. "Don, I don't know how to thank you! Until tonight Bud was so nice! But he was going to rape me!" She started crying.

Her nipples were hard against my sweaty chest, and I could feel her fuzzy public hair against my thigh. My penis erupted into an erection, pressing upright through my shorts against her stomach. Some long-forgotten, primitive animal urge nearly overwhelmed me. I had fought and won her, and she was mine to mate with. I felt incredibly, indescribably, male. I wanted to let out a wild yell and howl!

I knew I could take her and I could sense that she wouldn't resist. But instead I pulled myself back from wherever my passions had taken me and I kissed her full on the lips. Her response was immediate and forceful.

"Oh God, yes!" She murmured between kisses. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Angie was rubbing herself against my erection, and I knew I was about to lose control. I gently separated us. "Get dressed. I'll take you home."

Her tears had stopped. Angie slowly walked around the pool area in the near darkness. I could see her breasts bouncing as she stooped to see what was on the ground. Unlike a few minutes earlier, she was now completely unashamed to be naked in front of me. Something had clearly changed.

I heard her sharp cry of dismay. "He took MY clothes too!" She wailed. "Now what am I going to do?"

I could see her torn and useless bikini lying next to the pool "I'll find something in the pump room! Wait here!" I said stupidly. Where the hell was she going to go?

I went back down to the pump room and turned on the light. I rummaged through the stuff we had picked up around the pool, abandoned by various people over the past month or so. All I found were a couple of small towels. I had stupidly forgotten that we'd cleaned everything out the day before.

I grabbed my own T-shirt and one of the towels, and ran back up to Angie. "It's not much, and the shirt isn't clean, but at least it'll cover you up!" I said.

Angie wrapped the towel around her waist and tucked it in at the side. Then she pulled on my T-shirt. She faced toward me the entire time, never turning away to conceal her nakedness. Her nipples and breasts were clearly visible through the thin material. My erection was painfully hard. Knowing she was naked beneath the towel only added to my arousal.

Angie hugged me again, and I could feel her breasts against me and my penis was once again pressed hard between us.

Angie began to spew words out. "I told Bud that we could have sex tonight and it would be my first time and then I changed my mind and my folks don't know and they thought we were going to a movie and what are they going to say and how am I going to explain this to them?" She began to sob and tears streamed down her face once again.

"Shhhhh! Let me get dressed and I'll take you home. We'll tell your folks exactly what happened and call the police. Bud tried to rape you and he threatened to kill me. I think your parents will just be glad you're okay!"

Angie stopped crying and sniffled a few times. Then she nodded her head and smiled. I gently kissed the tears off her cheeks. I could feel my erection throbbing in my pants. Even her tears tasted wonderful! She had a special flavor and scent!

"I've got to change and then we can leave. You can wait right outside the pump room."

I led Angie through the gate and locked it. Angie had her hands locked tightly around my arm. I pried her loose. "Just stay here! I'll be right back!"

I ran down the stairs again and went into the pump room. Just beyond a huge gas heater the lifeguards had set up a changing area, and I got out of my boots and running shorts, dried part of the sweat from my body with a towel, and grabbed my street shorts. I turned and there was Angie. "I couldn't wait out there alone!" She wailed.

Her eyes got huge when she saw my erection pointing right at her. I could see panic in her eyes. "ANGIE! I'M NOT GOING TO RAPE YOU! RELAX!"

I turned away from her and pulled up my undershorts and shorts and draped a towel over my shoulders since I didn't have my shirt. I slipped my feet into my sandals and turned back to Andie. She was still standing there, her eyes wide. She began to tremble and shake. Her face was pale. I was afraid she was belatedly going into shock. Hell, why not? She had been slapped around and almost been raped!

I quickly got her up the stairs and into the open air. I made her walk around and take slow, deep breaths. I kept asking her silly questions. "What's the capital of New Jersey? Who's the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee? When did the French Revolution begin?? . . . "

After several minutes' Angie stopped trembling and her breathing returned to something close too normal. "What's with all the dumb questions?" She asked.




Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 1



"I needed to get your mind off of what just happened. Now let's get you home!"

I ran down to the pump room and removed the film cartridge from the camera and locked the door. My VW Bug was parked across the gravel parking lot, and since Angie didn't have any shoes, I picked her up and carried her. One of my hands was on the bare backs of her legs and the other around her shoulders. Through the thin T-shirt it felt like I was carrying a naked woman, and I got really hard again. Once in the car she belted herself in. The towel was so short that I could see all the way up her legs to the thick pubic hair in her crotch.

I looked away, and as soon as the intense urge to mate with her passed, I asked, "Where to you live, Angie?" My voice sounded funny.

She told me and I headed toward the wealthy part of town. As we drove, I encouraged Angie to tell her folks - and the police - everything. "Bud's going to tell them that you agreed to have sex with him. If they have to drag that out of you, they'll think you're lying about Bud trying to rape you. Tell them that first! Tell them you changed your mind but that Bud wouldn't stop!"

Following her directions, we reached her home in about ten minutes. I drove up a long circular drive, and parked in front of a huge porch. I helped Angie out and I walked her to the door. She was unsteady on her feet. I pushed a button, and I heard deep, melodious chimes resonate inside. The door chimes probably cost more than my car.

Her father opened the door and his surprised look quickly turned to anger when he saw me with his nearly naked daughter. Before he could say anything, Angie blurted out, "Daddy, Don saved me! Call Mom! I need you both!" And she began to cry.

"Doris! Get down here quick!" Her father bellowed. He pulled his daughter to his chest. He ushered us inside, and told me to wait in the family room. He gave me a suspicious look, then took his daughter to the kitchen. I heard the voices of both parents and Angie for several minutes. I couldn't hear many words, just the sound of angry questions, pleading from Angie, and generally sympathetic responses. I was too sweaty to sit down, so I just paced around the room. I couldn't see Angie or her folks, but I could see through one end of the kitchen into a glassed-in sun room.

Angie's father suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Don. We owe you a lot! Angie says you stopped Bud from raping her. Is that right?" I nodded, uncertain of what Angie might have said. I realized he looked familiar to me, although I knew I had never seen him before. Why did I recognize his face?

He walked up and shook my hand. "Bud's a lot bigger than you. That took a lot of courage! I think Angie's one a lucky girl! I really don't know how to thank you properly! But we're truly grateful. Thank you! On behalf of all of us!"

He added, "I called the police. They'll be here soon. They're also going to the hospital to arrest Bud."

I didn't know quite what to say. I told him how I'd blinded Bud with the flash and then kicked him with my boot. "I think I bruised both his testicles pretty badly."

Angie's dad grinned. "Good! I hope you really messed him up! I'll call the hospital and check." Obviously he felt the hospital would tell him anything he asked concerning Bud's condition, patient confidentiality not withstanding. I had seen a flash of cold, determined anger on his face, but it had quickly vanished.

The police arrived about 10:15. Angie and I told our stories to them separately. I told them everything I had seen. She told them the truth too, not hiding the fact that she had gone willingly to the pool with Bud with the intention of having sex. Just as they were finishing taking my statement, an officer came in and announced that Bud had sworn out a complaint against me for assaulting him. I would have been handcuffed and taken to jail except that Angie's dad stopped them. It pays to have clout!

Angie and I were driven in separate cars to the police's station, and Angie's dad had his lawyer meet us there. Clout again! Angie had gotten dressed, and somebody gave me my T-shirt back. I put it on. It had a lingering scent of Angie on it and it was a little loose where her breasts had stretched it out. In spite of the circumstances, I felt myself getting hard again.

We told our stories again, and I asked the police to check out the pool. I gave them the combination to the gate. Then I remembered the film cartridge. "There are only a few pictures on this, but one of them near the end should show Bud trying to rape Angie, and another should show him as he's taking a swing at me."

I also showed them the darkening bruise where Bud had hit my shoulder. Angie's face was also marked from his slaps. Although I was not allowed to see them, the pictures came out perfectly, the poolside evidence (including Angie's ripped bikini) supported what Angie and I had said, and we were released about 2:00 a.m. after signing our statements. Even in the middle of the night, the rich and powerful can get a lot of cooperation out of law enforcement personnel!

The police told me that Bud had been arrested for attempted rape, assault and battery, and for filing a false police report. He was still in the hospital. Bud's father was also a big wheel in the community, and there was a brief shouting match between Angie's father and him, but the police kept them apart.

I rode back to Angie's house with Angie and her parents. I sat in the back with her mother. She just stared at me and nobody talked. I climbed out and got into my VW. Angie and her father went into the house, and Angie turned, smiled, and waved to me just before the door closed. Angie's mother came over, and I rolled down the window.

"Don, in the excitement I neither thanked you nor introduced myself. We owe you an incredible debt for what you went through tonight helping Angie. And my name is Doris, not Mrs. Hamilton to you from now on!"

"A Mrs. . . . Doris. I'm just glad I was up to the job. And thank you for getting the cops off my back! I was afraid I was going to spend the night in jail!"

She grinned. "No problem! What's your work shift tomorrow?"

"Two to eight. Is there something wrong? Is Angie hurt?"

She frowned. "No, nothing like that. But could you possibly come back here in the morning - say about 11:00? I have some things I'd like to talk to you about, privately."

"Sure. I'll be here." She reached in and shook my hand, and I drove away. I was incredibly attracted to Angie, but I was also afraid of what Bud would do to me once he got out of the hospital. That trick with the camera flash wouldn't work twice, and I wouldn't always have my boots on. In a fair fight with him I was going to get killed, and I knew he wouldn't fight fair.

At 10:58 the next morning I was back at the Hamilton's mansion. I had sore muscles everywhere, and there was now a large, painful bruise on my left shoulder where Bud had hit me.

I rang the melodious chimes, the door opened, and there stood Doris. I froze. I was speechless. For a moment I thought I was seeing Angie just as she had looked at the pool the night before.

Doris was wearing a short, light blue robe. It was almost transparent. She was naked underneath it. I could see her nipples, large areolae, and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She reached around my waist and pulled me into the house.

She shut the door. "Bob's at work, Angie's helping at the Y, and I want you to fuck me! We're alone in the house!"

She began to pull my shirt up. "Mrs. . . . Doris, you don't have to do this! What . . ."

"Shush! I haven't had a hot, young stud for more than two decades!"

"But I . . . didn't even bring any protection!" I babbled.

"Screw that! Unless you've got some dread disease, there's nothing to worry about! I'm through the change! No more babies!" She pulled my shirt over my head and kissed me, hard. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest.

"Doris, I don't . . ."

"Yes you do!" She grabbed me in the crotch, and I was already rock-hard. "I want this buried in me to the hilt! NOW!"

Doris was at least twice my age, probably about the same age as my mother. This just didn't add up! Even in my fantasies women don't just suddenly tell me to fuck them! I didn't know what was going on, but I sensed that I needed to regain some control. My arousal almost prevented my from thinking rationally.

"Doris, I'm not sure . . ."

She pulled my shorts and undershorts down to my ankles, and quickly pulled them and my sandals off. I was completely naked, standing in the foyer to the Hamilton's house. The whole thing hadn't taken thirty seconds. My penis was hard as a rock. Doris had an incredible body, particularly for her age.

Doris jumped up on me, wrapped her legs around my waist, and began to rub her slit against my cock. She pulled her robe open so that the material didn't get between her pussy and my penis. I noticed something strange: her nipples weren't hard like they had been when she had opened the door. Had she been rubbing them as I walked toward the house?

"Our bedroom is upstairs. Carry me up and fuck me in my own bed!"

I saw something really odd in her eyes. Acting purely on instinct, I shook my head. She smiled as if I had said the right thing. Then she quietly said, "So where ARE you going to fuck me?"

"I'm not going to just fuck you, Doris. I'm going to make love to you. And I think I know a good place."

Her face softened slightly, and she kissed me. I put my hands under her naked buttocks and carried her through the dining room, through the kitchen, and into the sun room I'd glimpsed the night before. There were two lounge chairs in that room facing their outdoor pool, and I pulled their cushions off, tossed them to the floor, and kicked them together. Then I bent down and laid Doris on them.

Her eyes now looked very intently into mine, and I was absolutely certain that I had absolutely no idea what was really going on! Not a clue! She wasn't as aroused as she was pretending to be. The top of my penis wasn't even wet, even though it had been in direct contact with her pussy. Her nipples were barely upright. She was acting, but what was her plan? I was incredibly aroused, but she was not, and I was completely confused because she kept saying, "Fuck me!".

But I decided I ought to at least try to seduce her, even if she was a lot older than I was. She was a naked female in remarkably good shape for her age, and I could always close my eyes and pretend she was somebody else - like Angie. As one of my fraternity brothers had said, "Even if you can't get the woman turned on, it's still fun trying. And if you succeed, jackpot! So it's a win-win!" I was soon to learn that nothing in this life is that simple.

Her penetrating, analytical eyes bothered me, so I kissed them first. Then I kissed her lips. As I sucked on her lower lip, she opened her mouth and her tongue came into my mouth. I opened my eyes, and hers were still closed. Good!

I kissed her face and moved down to her gaunt neck, lined and wrinkled. I kissed her ears, and moved back to her lips. With my eyes closed I pretended she was Angie. She even smelled a little like her daughter.

"Are you sure you . . ." She began?

"SHHH! Just relax!" I said.

"But I'm not ready and . . ."

"You soon will be!" I promised.

I moved my kisses to her chest, and slowly opened her robe. Her breasts were fairly small and sagging a little. She had large areolae and prominent nipples, just like Angie. I began to lick and suck on them. I went back and forth and they quickly became red and hard. Her areolae puffed out. "MMMMMH!" Doris gasped as I nibbled on each one.

I spread her robe completely open, baring her body. Doris had multiple stretch marks on her abdomen, and there were varicose veins on her legs. I moved my kissing lower. "OOH! AHH!" She exclaimed.

My kissing began to circle her thick, dark forest of long and curly pubic hair. Doris opened her legs. "It's been so long since anyone went down on me like this!" She murmured. She was writhing on the mat in her excitement. I could feel her legs trembling.

I could now smell the fresh musky scent of her arousal. I kissed and licked down her legs. I lifted each one and kissed behind her knees. Then I moved back up toward her pussy.

I kissed the varicose veins on her inner thighs and Doris spread her legs completely apart. I swept my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris, and she gasped. I began to pull on her labia with my lips, and Doris began to move her hips against my tongue. She moaned.

I slipped two fingers into her, and I moved them in and out of her. She was beginning to get wet. I found her G-spot, and she arched her back as I rubbed it. Doris was grunting and moaning with nearly every touch.

Her clitoris popped out from under its hood. It was large and dark red. I could see it throbbing rapidly with her heartbeat. I pressed my tongue against it. "OH GOD!" She yelled.

I licked on her labia, and her juices were beginning to leak out of her. My fingers slipped easily in and out as I tickled her G-spot. Her vagina began to clamp and squeeze my fingers.

I moved my fingers a little faster and I began to suck on her clitoris. I felt her vaginal clamping become harder. They quickly became a rippling orgasm. Doris clamped her legs together on my fingers, smashed her pussy against my face, and shrieked, "AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNH"

As her legs released my fingers I began to gently rub her G-spot. I reached up with my other hand and pinched her nipples. I pressed hard with my tongue against her clitoris and she exploded again. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMHHHHH"

As she came back down, she kept lifting and dropping her knees, grunting and moaning as her legs flopped against the mats. "Are you ready yet, Doris?" I asked.

She raised her head, and looked down at me between her legs, and said, "If you don't fuck me soon I'm going to have a coronary!" She continued making erotic grunts and moans.

I moved up her body and rubbed my face against hers, smearing her juices over her lips and cheeks. She kissed me passionately. "Your pussy tastes sweet, Doris!"

"I want you inside me! FUCK ME NOW!"

I used both hands to rub her nipples. I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, and she rotated her hips to allow me to slide completely into her. At first she felt loose, but her vagina quickly clamped down on me, squeezing me hard. I began to move in and out.

Doris wrapped her legs around me, but then her legs suddenly began to thrash wildly, kicking me and spreading her pussy wider and wider open. I felt pulsing contractions on my penis, and I moved in and out, faster and faster in time with her rhythm. Our coupling made a wet, slurping sound, with a slap each time my balls struck her crotch.

Doris began to climax again, screaming louder and louder with each rippling contraction, "Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OOOOH!"

I thought I would bring her to orgasm at least a couple more times before I ejaculated into her, but Doris was far too skilled. Suddenly I felt her deliberately squeeze her vagina harder on my penis. Her orgasmic pulses were now even stronger on my shaft, and I couldn't hold back. "MY GOD! OH! AAAAAAAH" I cried.

My penis swelled against the squeezing of her vagina several times, and I felt several shots of cum blast into her. Doris shrieked with each blast, "YAAAAAAAAA!"

I lay on top of her for several minutes, with my weight on my elbows. I was trembling, both from the effort of supporting my weight and the extremely active sex! The aroma of our fresh sweat and her pussy was thick in the air.

Doris and I kissed and caressed each other for several minutes, and our breathing gradually calmed down. I was pretending she was Angie again! Our hearts will still pounding hard, but not as fast. Doris opened her eyes and smiled. Suddenly I felt her vagina squeeze hard on my penis. Doris laughed at the expression on my face. "Didn't know an old broad could do that, did you?" She challenged.

I kissed her. "You've been working out. I can see that. You must have some special exercises for your pussy, too!"

She squeezed me again, and laughed. "I had four babies. If I didn't do something, I'd be so loose Bob wouldn't be able to finish in me."

This didn't seem the time to make a comment about her husband. I had just fucked his wife while pretending she was her daughter! All at once I remembered why her husband had looked so familiar. I had seen him in one of the pictures I had found in Connie's bedroom, showing Connie's husband fucking his blonde secretary. Angie's father had been fucking a woman in the same picture, and that woman hadn't been Doris. According to Connie, she was the wife of another member of the country club.

I held Doris for a few more minutes. Then I asked, "Want to explain to me what this is all about?" I fully expected to hear something about paying her husband back for his adultery. Instead what she said caught me completely off guard.

"You mean . . ."

"Yeah. This whole 'I want to fuck you!' scene at the door! What's going on, Doris? You weren't really turned on, so what were you trying to do? Seduce me? Why?"

Doris looked away, then looked at me and sighed deeply. "You're pretty smart. I wanted to find out if you were good enough in bed to seduce Angie. And you are! I just didn't go about it very well."

"Whaa . . ." That really caught me by surprise! The incident of the night before had caused me to beat off - twice - each time with Angie as my imaginary lust object. Having sex with Angie had been on my mind since I kicked Bud!

"It's not that long a story. This all began three generations ago." Doris said. She told me the story as she intermittently squeezed my penis with her vagina.

Doris explained that her great-grandmother had been quickly and painfully deflowered on her wedding night, and had come to believe that sex was another painful duty, like childbirth, that women simply endured. Several children later a young neighbor managed to seduce her, and she learned how wonderful making love could be. She loved her husband, and so she made three important decisions: she stopped the affair with her neighbor, she taught her husband how to be a real lover, and most significantly she decided that her daughters would all be deflowered by skilled lovers who would teach them how to enjoy their sexuality.

As each of her three daughters had come of age, she had managed brief affairs with young men until she found real lovers. Each had then been persuaded to seduce one of her daughters. This practice had been passed to Doris's grandmother and to her mother. "Now I'm continuing the tradition!" Doris proclaimed.

"I've been talking to Angie for several months about how beautiful making love can be, and I think that's why she fought Bud off last night after he started getting rough." She said. "From everything Angie had told me, I thought Bud was experienced enough that he would be okay and I wouldn't have to, ummh, take more direct action. I was obviously very wrong."

"Have I got this right?" I asked. "You want me to seduce Angie? And that's why you attacked me today? To see if I was good enough?"

Doris giggled. "I was sort of testing you! I was going to stop you if you just, well, went right ahead and screwed me."

"And the part about doing it in your bedroom?"

Doris's eyes got bright. "I love my husband too much for that! If you had taken me upstairs, I would have kicked you out!" I had a fleeting memory of the photograph showing her husband screwing that other woman. Obviously she didn't know. Or was she that good an actress?

"But . . . If you love your husband, why are you having sex with me? Is there a problem of some kind?" Of COURSE there was a problem! He was fucking somebody else, dummy!




Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 1



Doris giggled. "No! Thanks to my mother and the older man she arranged to deflower me, I knew how to help him become a great lover. The problem is I also love Angie, and I had to find her a good man to be her first. You!"

"So how long do you and I keep having an affair?" I was stalling.

"This is the only time, buster! You've passed the final exam, and you and I are done! No more sex with me, period!"

I felt my penis slip out of Doris. I moved down her body and began to lick and suck up our combined fluids. Doris moaned. "You do that, too? You're even better than I thought!" She said.

I moved back to her face and kissed her, smearing her face with our aromatic juices. She grinned. "My turn!"

Doris twisted around into the sixty-nine position, and she began to clean my penis and pubic hair with her mouth. I quickly began to get hard. I continued lapping up the pussy juice and cum dripping out of her. Would Angie taste like this?

"Assuming I agree to this, umh, arrangement, what about protection? I don't want to get Angie pregnant!"

Doris paused her licking and said, "I got her on the pill last month, just before she turned eighteen." She continued her expert tongue action, making me still harder.

"And what happens after I seduce her, assuming I go through with this? I don't really want a young girlfriend in a town I don't live in anymore. Won't she be heartbroken if I just dump her? Or do the women in your family just have sex with guys without getting emotionally involved with them?"

"We've had plenty of time to work out that problem over the past several generations!" She said. "That part's neither easy nor pleasant, but it is straightforward. Besides you have to keep your relationship with Angie a secret, so she won't suffer in public - which helps a lot. And we've got a deadline! We're going to Europe for five weeks beginning the end of the month, and I want this settled before then. Angie can get over you while she's over there. The pool closes the day before we get back, and you'll be headed back to school. She won't have to see you then, either."

I was flabbergasted and stared at Doris for several seconds. "WHAT? You want me to seduce and break up with Angie in THREE WEEKS? While I'm working full-time? And we've never even gone out on a date before? And this is supposed to be kept SECRET?"

Doris just looked at me and nodded. "It's a bit of a fucking challenge!" She said and giggled at her pun.

"And your husband? Does he approve of my servicing his daughter? And you?"

"NO! The husbands and fathers do NOT know! EVER! If Bob found out about this he'd probably divorce me and hurt you, badly!" I wondered if Doris knew that Bob was unfaithful, not that it really mattered. She was right. Unfaithful or not, he wouldn't tolerate my fucking his wife and daughter. Or just his wife.

I thought about it for a minute. "I understand why they shouldn't find out. They'd realize how completely they had been manipulated, and . . . "

She cut me off. "Exactly! The only ones who will EVER know are you, me, my sisters, and eventually Angie."

"Your SISTERS? What the hell for?"

"I need at least one of them to help! As you pointed out, there isn't much time!"

"Maybe you ought to get somebody over there to do the job! I hear Europeans are much more sophisticated about sex than we are. Hell, hire a pro!"

"No, I want you. I don't want to have to 'try on' some other men right under my husband's nose in order to find a lover for Angie. You're it!"

"If I agree. This could be dangerous and expensive."

"Dangerous, maybe. Just don't get caught! But surely pleasurable! And I'll pay your expenses."

"So now you want me to be a male whore, hired to screw your daughter, then collect my pay and leave? What the . . ."

"NO! If you have to take days off from work, I'll pay you the same wages. If you have expenses like hotels, I'll pay for that. That's all I meant!"

Doris's licking on my penis had it erect again, and I was starting to think with it as guys so often do. Her juices were still flowing, and I was getting her to make little grunts as I flicked my tongue across her clitoris. Why the hell not? We were both ready.

"I'll agree to do it, Doris, but there's only one way to seal the deal." I rolled back around on top of her and kissed her, smearing more of her juice on her lips.

Doris looked knowingly at me and smiled. "And that is?" She coyly asked.

I rolled her back over on top of me and pulled her legs forward so that she was straddling my hips, with my penis against her pussy. "We're not going to shake on it, Doris! We're going to fuck on it! So climb on!"

Doris laughed deep in her throat and quickly climbed up and impaled herself on my erection. "I hope you're man enough!"

Doris clamped down with her vagina and lifted herself up with her legs, almost pulling me off the mat by my penis. Then she dropped herself back onto me. She repeated this movement several times. I knew I couldn't take too much of that! God, it felt unbelievably erotic! It also felt like she was pulling my penis out by its roots! Her legs were deceptively strong, but the strength in her vagina was beyond belief!

It also affected her. Her mouth was open and she was making high-pitched sounds as my penis slipped from her tight grasp as she lifted up, then she moaned as she again impaled herself on me. After only a couple of minutes, I felt myself starting to get close. I reached up and pulled on her nipples with one hand and I pressed my thumb against her clitoris with the other, and Doris exploded. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

Her rippling orgasm was intense, but not as sensual as what she had just been doing. I stared hard at her stretch marks and tried to think of fucking my mother. I pushed thoughts of Angie out of my mind. I managed to keep from ejaculating.

Doris calmed down, and kissed me while she recovered. Then she began again. I lasted through another of her orgasms. But the next one was just too intense, and I felt my penis swell and begin to spurt, and Doris and I screamed together for a long time.

She fell on me and we both just clung together, covered with sweat, gasping for breath. After about ten minutes, Doris got up, releasing my penis with a wet pop. She moved up to my shoulders and sat on my face. "Eat me!" She commanded.

I did, and she enjoyed another, less-intense orgasm. Then she moved between my legs and licked me clean. By that time I felt I could probably stand up - with a little help from Doris. That was a workout!

Doris took me by the hand and led me back into the house, through the master bedroom, into the huge master bath. We entered a shower that was big enough for six people. We began to share an erotic shower, soaping and rinsing each other.

I had two fingers of my right hand inside her, and I was rubbing her nipples with my left when I had a sudden thought. I broke away from kissing her, and asked, "What about Bud? Won't he be a problem? He'll probably come after both Angie and me!"

Doris was holding my stiff prick and balls as she gently soaped them. She looked at me and said, "He won't be a problem. I guess I didn't tell you what happened to him."

She paused. "His testicles were so damaged. They had to be removed. Poof! Castrated! 'But the Stud is now just a guy with a big penis that he probably won't be able to make stiff. No more testosterone except from pills."

"But I didn't hurt him that badly! Hell, he could even drive himself to the hospital!"

Doris gave me a cold stare. "We've donated over a million dollars to that hospital. At the very least we ought to be able to buy a little personal satisfaction from the doctors, don't you think?"

I realized that's what Bob had arranged when he'd called the hospital! I've never had my penis go soft so fast. I moved my hands away from Doris, but she wrapped her index finger of one hand around the base of my now flaccid penis and balls. With her other hand she gently fondled my testicles. "Looks like we won't be having any shower sex, will we Don?" And she gave me another cold stare.

Now I was worried. "Bu . . . bu . . . but he'll know I did it to him, and when he gets out he'll come after me! I was lucky to blind him with the camera last night! But if he catches me off-guard, I'm dead!"

Doris kept holding my privates. "He's not going to be on the streets for at least twenty years. Right now he's sedated, and by the time he wakes up and finds out he's a eunuch, he'll be charged with multiple counts of rape. Angie knew the names of a dozen of his girlfriends, and just before you got here, I got a phone call that three girls had already sworn out complaints downtown."

"OK, so he's arrested. But when he gets out on bail . . ."

"Bail? Judge Parker is one of my husband's closest friends. Bud's a documented menace to society. There's no chance he'll be out on bail!"

I backed up in the shower until I hit the wall, but Doris followed me, still holding my penis and balls. She looked up at me and smiled. "I'm sorry I scared you, Don! You have nothing to worry about as long as my husband doesn't find out about you and me - or you and Angie!" She gave my balls a firm squeeze.

Just like turning a switch, Doris changed gears. She let go of my penis and balls, pulled my face down, and kissed me. "We've got to plan this very carefully." She said. "You've already saved her, so it should be easy to get her to talk to you. When she does, ask her out for Saturday. I'll figure out a way to keep your date a secret from everyone else, including Bob."

"I don't think I can seduce her in one date!"

Doris sighed impatiently. "START seducing her. I want the main event to take place somewhere nice, like in a good hotel. Let me work on that! In the meantime, get her thinking about you! And wanting you! You don't have a lot of time!"

I got dried off and dressed. I didn't know whether to be looking forward to seducing Angie or to be afraid of what would happen if word got back to her father. All I had to do was secretly date her, slip her into a motel, screw her, then dump her - all without anyone finding out. Hey, no problem! Sure. Well, at least Angie turned me on, so the effort would be pleasurable! And her body was fantastic!

I was more than a little thoughtful when I drove away. I had some time before I had to go to the pool, so I got some burgers and drove around while I ate them. This was an awfully cold-blooded thing to do to Angie. But did I really have a choice? Yeah, I probably did, but I was really attracted to her. That's always the excuse, isn't it? I was thinking with my prick. The intense I-want-to-fuck-the-female-that-I-fought-and-won feelings from the night before were lurking just below the surface. Hell, even the virgin's MOTHER wanted me to bed her! Testosterone defeated common sense as it usually does.

Doris was a sexual enigma. She had obviously experienced several powerful orgasms with me, but somehow she never really lost control of herself. Was it because she was so much older than I was and had given birth? I had certainly enjoyed the experience, but there was a residual ache where her vacuum fuck had practically ripped my penis from my body. Did Bob Hamilton enjoy having Doris do that to him? If not, that might explain his getting laid elsewhere. I abruptly got erect as an image of Angie's naked body splashed across my mind, and I stopped musing about her parents and their sexual activities. I thought about how I would actively seduce Angie - with her mother's blessing! 

Continued in Poolside Ch. 3, Pt. 2



Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 2



Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 1."

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/03/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. 

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The first step seducing Angie proved to be ridiculously easy. Later that same Wednesday I was on duty at the pool when Angie and her mother arrived. Angie joined a group of her friends, and I eavesdropped but I didn't hear them talking about her near-rape of the evening before. Doris had signed them both in on the clipboard under my chair and she had whispered, "I told her to keep what happened a secret so that YOU wouldn't get into trouble. Angie didn't completely understand, but she'll keep quiet. She likes you, for some reason!"

"The short news story on the radio was sure vague. Nobody could figure out that Angie and I were involved by hearing it. What about tonight's paper?" I had whispered.

"The editor is a close personal friend." She had answered softly. "He's also Angie's godfather. As long as you and Angie keep quiet it'll probably die down. Bud certainly isn't going to talk to reporters about losing his balls!" .

I was getting a more and more clear picture of the way things worked in my hometown. Connie had told me that these people were dangerous, and I was rapidly learning that her opinion was right on the money. She had also warned me to stay away from their daughters, but I'd ignored that advice - big time! On the other hand I had no doubt I would wake up in the hospital with my balls cut off - or worse - if Angie's father ever found out where I had been dipping my wick. God! His wife AND his daughter! That was the plan!

Five minutes later Angie came over, and we talked quietly, whispering to one another. Looking at her from my chair I could see her nipples as she leaned over to get close, and I got hard. Fortunately I was sitting down!

"Don, I'm just so . . . grateful for what you did last night! You could have gotten killed! How can I ever thank you enough?" She blushed. Maybe she had the same idea I had! "And thanks for the shirt! I could smell you when I was wearing it and I really, ummh, liked that!" She blushed deeper and looked away.

"Angie, that's OK! I'm just glad I was there. But could I ask you for a favor?"

Angie turned back to me, her eyes wide and bright. "Sure! What?" I could see several strands of her dark pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her bikini bottom. She saw me looking but made no attempt to cover herself. She grinned.

"I don't think your dad would approve, but would you go out with me on Saturday night? Maybe catch a movie or something?"

Angie's grin disappeared. "You're right about my parents! I KNOW they think you're too old for me! They thought Bud was, too, and he's younger than you! But I'd really like to go out with you! I'll even sneak out if I have to!"

"I don't know about your dad, but I think you're misjudging your mother!" I said. "Why don't you go over and see what she thinks? If she says you can't go out with me, I'll understand, and we'll just have to figure out some way to get together without them knowing."

Angie got a "You've got to be kidding!" look on her face, but she walked over and flopped down beside her mother. I could see them talking, and then a surprised look came over Angie's face, and she came running back to me. I loved the way her breasts bounced inside her bikini!

Angie was really excited, but she leaned over me showing her breasts, and spoke in a whisper. "She said YES! But definitely not to tell Dad! Or anyone else 'cause he might find out! She'll even help me sneak out to see you! I don't BELIEVE it!"

"I think you've misjudged your mom, Angie! She doesn't think I'm too much older or that I'm dangerous!" I glanced at Doris and she winked at me. But her eyes looked calculating, not amused.

"I'll call you tonight when Dad's not around and we can make plans!" Angie said.

I grinned and told her my telephone number and said I'd be home by 10:00. Angie repeated it, then ran back to her friends. About an hour later she came up to me again. "Is there another one of your special parties here tonight?" She asked in a soft, coy voice.

"No, I was going to skip my swim since nobody was going to be here. Why?"

"I've got my own car. I'll come watch you swim! We can make our plans then!"

"Great! Thanks, Angie! That means I can do my whole workout! And it will be easier to talk face-to-face!" Angie gave me a funny look and blushed, deeply. What was on her mind? Was she remembering her nudity from the night before? I was!

A few minutes later Doris came walking up and whispered, "Just don't go too fast! I'm setting up a hotel for you, but it'll be just before we go to Europe. I want it to be really nice for her first time. None of this backseat-in-a-Volkswagen nonsense! Understood? " I nodded. A few minutes later Angie and Doris packed up and left. Angie didn't wave, but she did look at me and grin.

Everyone had exited the pool by 7:30, and I cleaned and straightened the pool area, dumped in some chemicals to adjust the acidity, set the chlorinator for nighttime levels, and locked all the gates except the one near the pump room. I went down to the pump room and changed into tennis shoes and gym shorts. I was in the middle of my weight routine when Angie drove up. She sat on an overturned bucket and watched me. She was wearing shorts, a blouse, and sandals. Her bikini was wrapped in a towel.

"You sure sweat a lot when you do that! What's this exercise called?" She asked.

I nodded. "Eighteen . . . Nineteen . . . Twenty! These are bench presses. Two more sets and I'm done! I'm working on repetitions tonight, not strength. Good for developing the upper chest."

Angie giggled. "Looks like they work!"

Before I did another set of bench presses, I drank some water. After the presses I changed to arm curls and squats.

Finally the workout was done. I drank more water and walked around for a couple of minutes, swinging my arms and trying to cool down a little. My muscles were pumped up from the workout, and I was drenched in sweat. My shorts clung to my legs. Angie just sat and stared at me, watching everything I did. She seemed to be lost in thought, but she never took her eyes off me.

"I've got to change into running shorts and my boots. My run will take a little more than ten minutes, and you can change while I'm doing that."

"Sure. OK!" Angie said, absently, as if she had barely heard what I said.

I went down the stairs into the pump room, took off my shoes and socks, and peeled off my soaked shorts and jock. I used a towel to dry myself off, and when I turned around, there was Angie.

"It's not so big tonight!" She giggled and pointed at my limp penis.

"Angie! What the hell are you doing down here!" I felt my penis beginning to swell.

"Oh, did I do that?" She asked. She pointed at my rising erection and giggled again.

I turned my back to her and got into a clean jock and my running shorts. Then I pushed past Angie and carried my wet stuff upstairs, washed it under a faucet using a bar of soap, hung everything on the fence, and then sat down and put my socks and combat boots on. Angie just watched me, her eyes now sparkling brightly. She had an enigmatic smile on her face.

"See you in a few minutes!" I said, and I took off for the two-mile cross-country course which was laid out across the fairways. Angie and I had never even gone out, and we'd already been awfully intimate, physically at least. As I ran I thought about her. What was she like? I was planning to have sex with her, and she was still a stranger. But she was really attractive, and I loved the way she smelled! And the way her breasts bounced would corrupt a monk!

I made good time even though my cock kept getting stiff! Ten minutes and 32 seconds later, I returned. Angie was still completely dressed. She walked with me twice around the pool while I cooled down. I was still sweating, but at least my breathing was almost normal. She didn't seem to mind the smell of my fresh sweat.

"I'll change with you so we can swim." Angie declared. I didn't know how to tell her I didn't want her to undress herself in front of me, particularly since that's exactly what I wanted her to do! I felt my temperature rise, and more sweat poured off my body. I sensed that she was offering herself to me. But what if I had it wrong? And what about my agreement with Doris?

She followed me down into the pump room. "Where can I leave my clothes?" She innocently asked as she kicked off her sandals.

I opened a folding chair. "Just stack everything there. Anywhere else is damp." My voice had a strange, choked sound. The anticipation of watching her disrobe almost caused my penis to explode. I was barely in control.

Angie stood facing me and began to unbutton her blouse. She was looking right into my face and smiling. She pulled her blouse off, and folded it neatly on the chair. Then she looked at me again and pulled her shorts off. She put them under her blouse.

I hadn't moved. I could feel myself switching from rational human being to primitive male animal. Angie was facing me wearing only a light-blue bra and panties. She was blushing, and it even colored her chest. But she was looking right at me and smiling. "Aren't you going to change, Don?" She asked in a thick, husky voice. I couldn't stop my eyes from moving up and down her body. She was incredibly attractive. The underwear merely accented the secrets it covered, and I was starting to lose myself in her.

"Angie, what the hell . . ."

She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She shrugged it off, adding it to her pile of clothes. She had her mother's areolae and nipples, but Angie's breasts were perky and larger, and they jutted out. Her nipples and areolae turned dark red and began to protrude as I stared at them. I was breathing through my open mouth.

I felt really hot, and there was a roaring in my ears. I pulled my shorts down, leaving me in my jock, facing Angie in her bikini panties. She slipped her panties down her legs, and I stared at the thick, dark triangle of curly hair that I had only glimpsed the night before. She was so much like her mother! She put her hands on her hips, and said, "Well?" I felt an incredible desire to squat down and press my face into her furry mount. I could smell her sweet scent, and I wondered how it would taste.

I pulled off my jock, and my prick snapped to attention. Angie and I stared at each other's bodies. There was about a foot between the head of my twitching penis and her stomach. I could feel my penis throbbing. We were broth breathing fast. All I had to do was step forward and she was mine for the taking. I knew it with absolute certainty. So did Angie.

Somehow I got control of myself. I quickly turned around, grabbed one of my swim suits, and pulled it on. I had trouble getting it over my penis. It was sticky with pre-cum.

When I turned around, Angie was still naked. "Do we really need suits, Don? I know you have skinny-dipping parties up here! Why don't we do that?"

I had trouble speaking. "Unh . . . Unh . . . No, not tonight, Angie. I really need to swim my laps, and I can't do it very well dragging an oar!"

Angie laughed, and her breasts bounced. "All right, but you need to dress me! Otherwise, I'll swim like this!" I knew that I wouldn't stop once I touched her. The carnal desire I felt was now nearly beyond irresistible. I ran my eyes over her breasts and down to her dark, bushy pussy. If it were possible, my penis got even harder. Somewhere, hidden among those thick curls, was what I disparately desired. "You can swim any way you want, but I'm wearing my suit. And I'm not going to dress you!" I finally managed to say, momentarily beating back the testosterone rush.

Angie looked a little hurt. She pulled her tiny bikini bottoms on, then put her breasts into the top. She turned around and said, "If you want me to wear the top, you'll have to fasten it for me!"

Yeah, sure. I gave her a little victory and fastened the two snaps at the back. Angie turned back to face me. She looked as if she was getting ready to cry. "Don't you like my body?"

"Angie, I like your body too dammed much! But you're playing a dangerous game with me, and if you get me any more worked up, I'll rape you just like Bud tried last night."

Angie paled for a few seconds. Then she softly said, "You wouldn't have to rape me, Don. I'm yours if you want me."

Ohmigod! I fought for her and won, and she knew she was mine! "Yes, I want you, Angie." I grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward the door and gently pushed her up the stairs. "First laps, then we can talk about other things - like sex!"

It was almost completely dark. The moon had not yet risen, and the only illumination came from a few street lights a half mile below us and from the trillions of stars overhead. There was a gentle breeze. It was incredibly romantic. Faint lightning flashed far off to the north, well over the horizon. I entered the pool in a racing dive and began to swim my laps. My erection gradually subsided.

I had left an old plastic abacus on the end of the pool, and each time I swam four lengths, I added one to the total on the abacus. A good part of a half hour later the total on the abacus was sixteen, so I had done my sixteen-hundred meters, or about a mile. I swam down to the shallow end and walked around, trying to get my breath back. Angie jumped in and splashed me.

I didn't mind. I kept dipping myself in the water to rinse of my sweat. Angie swam over and wrapped herself around me, face-to-face. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" She asked and pouted.

Inside the pool it was almost completely dark. Angie was little more than a dark gray female shape wearing a pale yellow bikini which was now pressed against my body. I couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed. I kissed her and began to nibble on her lips. Her hands ran up and down my back. She made happy sounds in her throat.

Her tongue burst into my mouth, and I began to gently suck on it. Angie moaned. I released her tongue, and pushed mine into her mouth. We tongue-wrestled for a couple of minutes.

Angie began to rub her hands down to my buttocks and thighs, feeling my muscles, enlarged now because of my exercise. She was obviously getting very aroused. I again felt a nearly overwhelming desire to peel her suit off and take her, so I put both hands on her waist and tickled her as hard as I could.

Angie shrieked and she jumped off me. We began to play childish splashing and dunking games in the pool, laughing and giggling like little kids. She would let me catch and tickle her, then she would pull away from me, giving each of us plenty of chances to touch each other's bodies. It was kid stuff, but I began to feel the familiar urge to mate with her rising stronger and stronger. If I didn't stop soon . . .

I quickly swam to the side and hopped out. I sat on the side with my feet in the water. Angie came over and I lifted her out by her hands, almost popping her breasts out of her top, and sat her down beside me. The night air felt refreshing on my wet body.

"Don't you want me?" Angie asked. Apparently having sex with me was uppermost on her mind. Well, it was shoving caution aside on its way to the top of my mind, too!

"Angie, I want you more than I can say. But let's take it easy, OK? We hardly know each other! And last night you were almost raped right here! This just isn't the best time or place for us to get too, uh, friendly!"

"Last night I'd decided to have sex with Bud. Then he got rough and nasty, and you beat him up. Now I really want to have sex with you!"

"Angie, I didn't beat Bud up. I tricked him and I got lucky! Besides, we weren't fighting to see who got your body!"

Angie just sat there for a minute. Then she looked at my face. "Know what's funny? When we were necking and I let Bud take off my bra, when he looked at me undressed . . . he made me feel like I was doing something wrong. But with you last night and downstairs just now, I didn't feel guilty at all! I just wanted you to touch me and hold me!"

"Angie, you're incredibly sexy and I want to make love to you. But this is just too dammed fast! You're not just some prize I won in a fight!"

"I have the feelings and desires of a woman, and I'm tired of being a virgin! I want to know what it feels like to have your penis . . . "

Angie abruptly got to her feet and walked quickly away. I could barely see her in the darkness as she stared into the distance, facing away from me with her arms crossed. "I'm not a little girl, dammit! And I'm taking the pill, so you don't have to worry about that!"

I hopped up, took hold of her upper arms, and turned her back to face me. "Nobody's going to accuse you of being a little girl, Angie!" And I kissed her. She molded her body to mine and we kissed for a long time, standing by the pool in our wet swim suits.

I broke the kiss. "Saturday. Movie. How about . . ." And I named one. "It's showing here in town and also in . . ." I named a city about an hour's drive away. "If we drive there, nobody from around here will see us, and your dad will never find out you went out with me!"

Angie grinned. "I forgot to tell you! Mom's going to tell Dad that I'm babysitting for Aunt Karen. That's the town where she lives! Where the movie is! Aunt Karen will cover for me if anyone asks. You can pick me up there! I'll give you directions the next time I come to the pool!"

"Isn't she married? What will her husband say?"

"Aunt Karen will think of something clever! Uncle Jack won't figure it out! She fools him all the time!"

I was struck by the self-assured ease with which these women manipulated their men. Earlier Angie was making full and effective use of her body on me, and here were Doris, Karen, and Angie scheming together to deceive two fully mature males and, most likely, me. Even though I knew that Doris and Karen were also deceiving Angie, I was still impressed.

Thinking about the ease with which women manipulated men, I was not entirely surprised when Angie suddenly reached into the top of my suit and undid my drawstring. In one motion she pulled my trunks to my ankles allowing my erection to slap into her arm. Then she unsnapped her top and shook it off as she pulled down her bottoms. She clung to me, pressing herself against my naked body. I could feel her wet pubic hair against my thigh and penis. It was already hard, but now it began to get even harder.

We stepped out of our suits. Angie kissed me for a long time. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. The scent and taste of her skin made me moan with excitement as I kissed and licked her face. My penis was throbbing against her crotch and thigh, and I could tell by the movements of her body that she was aware of its pulsing. Her nipples pressed hard against my chest. Again I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. No matter what Doris wanted, I knew that I was going to make love to Angie in a matter of moments. Angie was seducing me, and there was no way I was going to stop until I felt her screaming in orgasm with my penis buried completely inside her.

I slid my hands up her back and around to her breasts. I began to rub her nipples, and Angie began to moan. I slid one hand between us and began to rub the front of her crotch, and she spread her legs apart, letting me rub between her legs. She gasped. "Please! I want to be a woman with you!" I pressed a finger on her clitoris, and she moaned, "OOOOH!"

Angie took hold of my hand and moved it to several places on her crotch. "I like it when you touch me there! Bud bruised me and it hurts, but not when you're so gentle!" My fingers were quickly sticky with her juices. Angie began to make soft moans and I could feel her labia spreading open as my fingers moved around her vulva. She was completely unashamed to have me explore her body.




Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 2



Angie reached down and began to caress my penis and testicles as I explored her pussy. "You're so smooth! And hard! And I can feel your heart beating in it!" She murmured as we kissed.

I kissed her hard, and then I pulled away from her. "What's wrong?" Angie asked. She was holding onto my penis and balls with both her hands.

I swallowed, hard. My voice didn't work at first. "I'm going to lay some mats on the ground for us to make love on!" I managed to get out.

Angie eagerly helped me, and then we kissed again. She was trembling, but obviously with excitement, not fear. I began to rub her bare bottom, pulling and rubbing her against my erection. She began to move her hips against it, humping me. I slid my hand into her slit, and she was dripping wet. She was ready! All I had to do was lay her down on her back and slide my penis into her and . . .

God saved Angie's virginity. The wind suddenly picked up and began to blow from the north. The air abruptly turned cold, dropping at least twenty degrees in an instant. There was a sudden flash-bang of lightning and thunder, and I knew we were in danger. "Lightning! We gotta get out of here!" I yelled.

We ran toward the gate, both of us shivering in the cold air. There was a loud, metallic banging sound from the dark pro shop to the north. A couple of big, ice-cold raindrops struck us. Then we were hit with a downpour of ice-cold rain. The reason for the banging noise came a few seconds later - hail! Just as we reached the gate, grape-sized hail began to strike all around us, and then it pummeled our naked bodies.

Angie yelped and ran naked for the pump room. I was right behind her. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, the hail hit with so much intensity that we couldn't talk over the crackling noise it made. The power abruptly went out, and the pump went silent. We clung together in the dark. We were naked, cold, and fascinated by the bouncing hail at the top of the steps. Lightning flashed and we shivered and clung to each other. A few pieces of hail bounced down the stairs, and we kicked them back into the pump room behind us.

The hailstorm lasted about ten minutes, but lightning and thunder flashed and crashed for another quarter hour. Finally the storm passed. We were shivering in the cold air as we clung to each other. Angie's nipples were pebble-hard against me. My penis was now a useless piece of shriveled flesh.

I found a flashlight that gave out a faint orange glow as its batteries slowly died. I was able to go deeper into the pitch-black pump room and get Angie's clothes. She started to get dressed in the faint light at the base of the stairs. I ran naked up the stairs to get our swim suits and to make certain that there was no serious damage around the pool.

I was immediately ankle-deep in hail, nearly freezing my feet. Our suits and the cushions I had laid out had blown into the pool, accompanied by a jungle of leaves and branches. I had to jump in to find Angie's bikini.

The power was still off. Angie had gotten dressed and was waiting in the faint light of the moon which filtered through the remaining clouds. I handed her bikini to her. She wrung it out and grinned. "What, did it get wet and shrink?" She pointed to my flaccid penis and giggled.

I gave Angie a passionate kiss and watched her get into her car and drive away. The power was still off, and it took me a long time to carefully get back into the dark pump room and find my own clothes. I finally got back to my apartment and called the other guards. We would all be needed in the morning to get the crud out of the pool.

I was still chilled when I got to my apartment. When the power came back on I took a long, hot shower. In the middle of the night I awoke with the vivid memory of Angie's naked body pressed against me, and I beat off into the T-shirt I had dropped next to the Bed. Fortunately Doris had just about drained me, but there was still enough cum to make a strong smell and the aroma kept me from sleeping well. Through most of the night I dreamed of making love to Angie.

I joined the regular guards and Katrina Thomas, our usual part-time backup guard, at 7:00, and we had everything ready to go by 11:00 when the pool opened. I left, and when I came back for my shift at 1:00, Angie was talking to some of her girlfriends. I watched them from the tall chair, and I couldn't control my erection as I instantly mentally undressed Angie and visualized her naked body pressed against mine. The pool bunnies noticed my state of arousal, and them, including Angie, giggled at my problem.

That evening and also on Friday I had two of my "special" parties, and I got to do complete workouts. I heard - and smelled - two couples on Thursday and three couples on Friday as they enthusiastically and loudly made the beast with two backs. Both nights I pulled down my suit and beat off into the pool. On Saturday I only worked half a shift by getting Katrina to work for me. That gave me extra time for my longer-than-usual drive for a movie date.

During brief conversations at the pool over the previous two days, Angie and I had worked out all of the arrangements, and I had no trouble finding her Aunt Karen's house. It was Karen who answered the door. She looked like a ten-years-younger version of her sister. "Hi, I'm Angie's Aunt Karen. You must be Don."

Then she whispered, "Doris said she'd selected you for Angie!" She grinned at my apparent embarrassment, "I'm helping set you up with a really good place, so try to wait, OK? I realize Angie is a bit eager!"

She gave me a visual once-over and grinned again, then called Angie. Angie came quickly down the stairs in a short, flowing skirt, a relatively sheer white blouse, and a white lace bra which was barely visible through the blouse. She looked wonderful. She leaned up and I gave her a brief kiss on her lips. She tasted even better than I had remembered!

Karen kissed Angie goodbye, and Karen looked at us and said, "Be good, you two!" And she winked at me, just as Doris had done, although Karen's eyes weren't as cold as Doris's had been. Her look was still cold, however.

We had driven about a block when Angie began to remove her blouse. "Angie, what the heck are you doing?"

"Oh shush! You've seen me naked! I'm just taking off my bra and it's easier if I take off my blouse first! I had to wear it in front of Uncle Jack and Aunt Karen, but I don't want to wear it with you!"

Boyoboyoboy! Angie stripped to the waist, and then rode like that for several blocks. "Isn't this better, Don?" She giggled.

"Yeah, until a cop stops us for unlawful flashing of tits! I'll probably run us into a parked car looking at those cuties!"

Angie laughed and put her blouse back on. Then she pulled up her skirt and took her panties off. She folded her underwear and put both pieces in the glove box.

"Don, are you wearing underwear?"

"Uh, yeah, I am, Angie."

"As soon as we get to the theater, I want you to go to the men's room and take them off. I want us to be able to touch each other during the movie!"

Doris would freak out if she knew. I was supposed to be seducing her virginal daughter, and Angie was actively seducing me. Well, at least I wouldn't have to kill myself trying to get into her pants. The only question was whether I could keep from screwing her until Aunt Karen located a "really good place." Waiting to have sex was becoming an increasingly difficult task! More to the point, why would I want to break up with this hot number once I'd done the deed?

I parked the car, bought tickets, and went directly into the men's room. When I came out, I handed Angie my undershorts, and she put them into her purse, flashing me a smile of satisfaction. We found seats in the last row of an almost deserted theater.

Before the feature began, Angie had unzipped me and was holding my erect penis. "Angie, what gives?" I whispered. "You're acting like a nymphomaniac, and I really enjoy it! But why do I suddenly have free access to your body? Why are you trying so hard to get me to have sex with you!?" .

Angie leaned against me and began to cry. She kept holding my penis and I pulled her close against me. I could feel her breasts against my arm. Her nipples were hard.

"I talked myself into giving my virginity to Bud." She sobbed. "Then he got so rough and you beat him up and now I think I want you to be the one and I just want it done with and over!" She said in a rush. "And just looking at you makes me get all excited! Then I really want to touch and feel you, and you act like you don't want me, and . . . "

"Angie, I understand!" I lied. I had no idea what was really going through her head! But it seemed clear that she felt I had "won" her and, unlike me, she was not resisting the primitive urge to mate that had followed my saving her. Hell, I wasn't either, but I was trying to slow it down!

"I really want you! Almost more than I can stand! But there's lots of stuff we can do before we go all the way. Let's take it easy and enjoy the ride! Let's take some time and make your first time something you will always want to remember! And I'd really like it to be with me!"

Angie kissed me. "Do you think I'm a tramp?" She asked in a serious tone.

"Not a chance! You're a passionate, hot-blooded girl who is ready to take one of the steps to becoming a woman. If I get to be your first, I'll be honored!"

We kissed really hard. Angie was still holding my erect penis with one hand. She was rubbing my chest with the other. "Bud's is bigger. Maybe that's why he couldn't get it inside me!" She said. I flinched at that revelation!

She kissed me. "But you have a much better body! He's got loose flab on top of his muscles! Besides, you kiss me like you want me to enjoy it!"

She was completely uninhibited, both in what she said and what she did! I decided I could live with her review of my size, relative to Bud. Not to mention the fact that she was still rubbing my cock and fondling my balls, and she seemed to really be enjoying that. I also remembered that Bud didn't have his balls anymore. So what if he had a big, useless dick that was bigger than mine?

I kissed her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the loose ends from her skirt. Not only did she not resist, but she moved to help. I began to caress her bare breasts with my left hand. Angie began to moan as her nipples got hard. A few minutes later she began to writhe in her seat.

I broke away from her mouth and leaned down and kissed and sucked one nipple while I gently pinched the other. Once again the taste and smell of her skin kicked my arousal up a couple of notches. As I sucked harder, Angie let out a brief cry, "OOOOH!" and her whole body shuddered for several seconds.

I kissed her lips, then brought her to another, more intense orgasm the same way. She was now gasping for breath and her nipples were rock-hard. Her areolae were puffed out and warm to the touch. I kissed her lips and moved my fingers from one breast to the other, squeezing, fondling, and gently pinching.

As soon as I began to kiss her nipples again, she erupted. "OOOOH! AAAAAH!" Angie wasn't just turned on! She was at full throttle! She was still squeezing my penis with one hand. If she'd moved her hand up-and-down, I would have ejaculated. She was completely lost in the feelings she was experiencing and didn't know what to do with me.

I moved my left hand down and slid it under her skit against her bare abdomen, barely touching the top edge of her pubic hair. I could feel pulses in her uterus slowing fading. Angie was leaning back with her mouth open, breathing in short gasps. She was now holding my penis in a death grip with both hands! She opened her legs.

I pulled the front of her loose skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. I moved my left hand down and began to stroke her pubic hair, slowly moving over her pubic bone and into her slit. She was soaked. I touched her button and she said, "OOOOOO!" and jumped in her seat.

I began to slide my fingers up and down her wet pussy. I found the entrance to her vagina, and I was able to slide one finger into her, past her maidenhead. I began to move it in and out of her. "What are you doing?" She gasped.

"Does it hurt?"

"NO! It feels incredible!" She looked down and could see what I was doing, even in the relative dark theater.

"You're inside me! I can see you going in and out! I can feel it! OH GOD!" Angie began to tremble, then she loudly screamed, "AAAAAAAAAH"

There were shushing sounds from elsewhere in the theater. I held my finger motionless inside her. Then I began to search for her G-spot. I felt it at the same moment she let out a moan. "What are you doing to me?" She asked. "I feel like my insides are coming apart!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"NO! I don't want this ever to end!"

We didn't see the movie. I kept my mouth smashed against Angie's whenever she climaxed so that she screamed into my mouth. She had at least a dozen more orgasms before the credits began to roll. She never let go of my penis, and my balls ached and throbbed.

Angie was amazingly uninhibited. She didn't try to control her reactions. She arched her hips and twisted in the seat as I fingered her. She clenched her thighs when she climaxed, and her legs jerked around, usually hitting the seat in front of her. Her physical reactions were intense and incredibly erotic. She didn't fight what she was experiencing. She simply allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. She felt absolutely no embarrassment or shame as she exposed herself completely to me. I was thinking of her as "my woman."

And I was going to be her first lover! I began to imagine that I could find some way to double-cross Doris and not break up with Angie. I was thinking with my heart as well as my balls.

Before the house lights came up, Angie buttoned her blouse back up and I removed her hands from my penis and zipped up my shorts. Her legs were shaky and I had to help her up. She tucked the bottom of her blouse into her skirt. We walked to an outside exit near the front of the theater, not wanting to go out into a more public hallway. Angie was having trouble walking, and I had to hug her against me to keep her upright. The look on her face was so erotic that I stopped several times to kiss and hug her.

The block-long walk to the car took a long time. Angie collapsed into the front seat. I could see her erect nipples rubbing against her blouse as she breathed. She was still aroused. I kissed her, and the look on her face clearly said, "Take me! I belong to you!" I was really tempted!

I didn't. I drove slowly back toward Aunt Karen's. "Are you going to put your bra back on?" I asked when we were about halfway there. Angie nodded, and took off her blouse. She got her bra from the glove box and put it on, then put her blouse back on again. She moved as if she were in a trance.

"And your panties?"

Again she nodded. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties up, then dropped her skirt again. She stared at the wetness she had just gotten on her fingers. She cleaned her hands with a napkin from the glove box. She reached over and pressed her left hand against the tent in my pants and gripped my erection. She stared at me and smiled as I drove.

When we got back to Aunt Karen's, I helped Angie out of the car. She was walking better. I mentioned that her blouse was untucked, and she slowly took care of it. I kissed her at the door, and she kissed me back, hard. Her face had a sexy, dreamy look on it. After several minutes of heavy kissing and petting by both of us, Angie pressed the doorbell.

Aunt Karen opened the door, saw the look on Angie's face, and she looked at me with suspicion. I gently shook my head. Karen's nostrils flared as she recognized the heady aroma of pussy which emanated so strongly from Angie. Angie passionately kissed me good night and headed up the stairs. There was a dark wet spot on the back of her skirt. Karen stared at it, then looked at me and raised one of her eyebrows.

I walked out onto the porch and Karen followed me. "If you didn't do it, you could have! She was ready!" She said. I nodded. She looked carefully into my eyes.

"I've arranged a hotel room for you. Two weeks from tonight! Try to hold out 'till then, stud!" Karen said. She glanced down at the boner in my shorts, grinned, and went in and closed the door.

I got back into my car and made the hour-long drive back to my apartment. I had to wipe a wet spot off the front seat where Angie had been sitting. My balls ached, and I beat off into a napkin as I drove. Twice. My left hand smelled of Angie's pussy. I didn't wash the smell off and I held it near my nose all night. Angie still had my undershorts. I liked that, silly little intimacy that it was!

The following Tuesday evening Angie and I had another "party" at the pool. I didn't think there was any possible way I could avoid making love to her, but once again God intervened. Angie was having her period. We undressed each other, stopping to kiss after every item of clothing.

I massaged her abdomen, helping to relieve the cramps and soreness. I brought her to several orgasms by kissing and lightly rubbing her extremely sensitive nipples and slightly swollen beasts. She was becoming easier to arouse, if that were possible, and her orgasms were more intense and lasted longer and longer. We enjoyed a brief nude swim, and while we sat naked on the side of the pool I showed her how to give me a hand job. She was delighted and she squealed with delight when my cum shot out in several spurts into the pool. No matter what we did, she enjoyed it!

Even more importantly we were able to talk. We lay naked on the mats and opened up to each other so easily it felt as if we had known each other for years, not days. I could feel myself falling in love with her. I wondered if it was my penis talking - or my heart. Or both. She was a little young and inexperienced, but she was far more a woman than a girl. I began to plan how I could deflower her, and then make her mine permanently, regardless of what Doris had in mind. All I had to do was figure out a way to keep Doris from telling Angie about our arrangement. How hard could that be to accomplish? After all, Doris couldn't tell her husband, could she?

Thanks to Aunt Karen, we went to another movie the following Saturday. Angie jerked me off twice, and I caressed her into orgasms for most of the two-and-a half hours we were in the theater. Angie tried tasting both my cum and her own juices, and after an initially sour face, she began to acquire a taste for both. Soon we were lapping up each other's juices and giggling as we tasted them as we kissed. Everything was fun for Angie! When we got back to Aunt Karen's, Karen hurried Angie to her room before her uncle could see the cum stains all over the front of her skirt and blouse! She had an even larger wet spot on the back of her skirt than the previous week. Once again I told Aunt Karen that Angie's virtue was still technically intact. Karen pointedly reminded me that I only had to wait another week. She also wiped her hand across her face after Angie kissed her goodnight, apparently surprised by the taste!

The following Wednesday evening Angie was once again my solo, special after-hours party at the pool. We undressed each other in the pump room after my run. I turned the pool lights on so that we could see each other. We played and splashed, and then Angie wrapped herself around me and began to rub my penis against her crotch.

"Angie, let's wait! I want our first time to be completely private. No hurry. No pressure. No being afraid that somebody will suddenly see us. I talked to Aunt Karen and she'll help us again. I'll take you to a hotel on Saturday. We'll spend the night making love. We'll make love until we can't do it anymore, then sleep in each other's arms. How could your first time be any better?"




Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 2



Angie's face fairly glowed! Love and lust radiated from her eyes! "Promise? Saturday? No more waiting?"

I nodded and we kissed, almost too long!

"I can stay with you for another couple of hours! So what are we going to do, naked and holding each other?" Angie asked.

I taught Angie how to perform fellatio. She quickly mastered the various methods for getting me completely under her control! "When I taste your cum, I can feel my nipples getting really hard!" She said, and she giggled as she swallowed it!

I then performed cunnilingus on her for about an hour, and her screams caused the night birds to go silent! As I lay on top of her kissing her juices onto her mouth, I could feel my penis at the entrance to her vagina, and I was barely able to keep from entering her. As I looked into Angie's eyes, I absolutely knew I was in love as well as in lust. And I knew she felt the same way. She didn't know how to hide her feelings, certainly not in her eyes. Her look radiated love, very intense love.

We got up and jumped into the pool. As we washed each other in the pool, Angie attempted to slide my penis inside her. "Three more days, Angie! I want our first time to be in a real bed!"

Angie grinned! She began jacking me off underwater, then laughed as the ropes of cum slowly drifted between us, glowing in the pool lights. "I hate to waste it!" She said. "This is fun, but I love the taste and how it feels in my mouth!"

Before we got out, I finger-fucked her to a series of orgasms, stopping only when it was time for her to leave. In the lights of the pool we could see her juices making a milky cloud as I brushed her pubic hair. Our goodbye kisses were almost impossible to end.

I watched Angie drive away, imagining how her body would look and feel when I finally entered her. I really wanted her. And we were clearly in love, and we would consummate that love in three days. I wanted to make love to her for every right reason anyone could ever know! Given her mother's agreement with me, could I actually do that? I decided I could and I would! 

Continued in Poolside Ch. 03 Part 3 



Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 3



Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 2."

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/04/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. 

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Saturday finally came. I had Katrina take my entire shift that day, and I drove to Aunt Karen's, arriving in the middle of the afternoon. Uncle Jack was out-of-town, and Karen took plenty of time to explain all of the details she felt I needed to know about that evening and the following day. Then she gave me a keycard to a hotel room at the best hotel in town. I wrote the name of the hotel and the room number on a note for Angie.

"If anyone asks, you're registered as Bill and Susan Wilson, and you're my married niece and nephew. You won't have to sign anything, and you can order your meals from room service. Everything's arranged and already paid for. I'll drive Angie there. Remember, she thinks this is all your doing!" This was VERY good news! I would be able to drive Angie away from the hotel when we were done, thus getting her away from her mother!

She glanced at my crotch and remarked, "You don't seem to be nervous!" She giggled and I'm sure I blushed. Everything felt really strange. Here was Angie's aunt, working with Angie's mother, conspiring to get me to have sex with Angie. Did other families do this, I wondered? As Doris had said, it beat the hell out of doing it in the backseat of a Volkswagen!

I went to the hotel room around 4:30 p.m., since Karen told me that Angie would be arriving about 5:15. The "room" was actually a luxury suite, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a huge sitting room. I unpacked the few things I had brought and then laid out a sexy negligee on the king-sized bed in the bigger bedroom. Doris had purchased it with me at a lingerie store on Friday morning. Doris had also gotten me a pair of silk shorts and a satin robe. I was starting to imagine what kind of mother she would become once I managed to marry Angie! I took a shower and put the robe and shorts on and waited anxiously for Angie to arrive.

She arrived right on time. I heard a gentle knock on the door. I opened it and Angie came quickly in, carrying a small bag and my note in her hand. She even had a wedding ring, courtesy of Karen. "Hello, Mrs. Wilson!" I said as I kissed her.

Angie kissed me, and she was clearly extremely excited. "I can't believe we're actually going to do it!" She exclaimed.

I finally broke the kiss and showed her around the suite, ending with the big bedroom. She giggled when she saw her new negligee. I was kissing her and helping her out of her clothes, when the phone rang.

I picked up the one next to the bed, and it was room service, asking if we were ready for the meal "we" had requested for 6:00. I didn't know what was ordered, but I told him that six was fine.

In the meantime Angie had removed all her clothes and was looking at me with lust in her eyes. Her nervousness was completely gone. "I just did something stupid!" I said. "Dinner will be here in a few minutes. Why don't you put on that cute little outfit and wear it while we eat?"

"Shower first! It's brand new!" Angie giggled and strutted into the shower, giving me lots of tit-shaking and ass-wiggling. I truly didn't know if I could get through the meal without making love to her!

I decided the only way I would be able to let room service in was to get rid of my erection, so I didn't join her in the shower. Instead I went out into the sitting room to wait. Even though I could hear Angie in the shower, my penis gradually relaxed enough that it wasn't tenting my shorts. It was still pretty hard!

Promptly at six there was a discrete knock on the door. As soon as I opened it, two waiters brought in the food. There was a plate of sliced fillets, two huge lobsters, assorted vegetables, a tray of oyster appetizers, and two bottles of chilled champagne. They set everything out, then departed without even gesturing for tips. Obviously they had clear instructions. I set the security chain.

I called Angie's name and she floated into the room in her negligee. She looked at the growing tent in my shorts and smiled. She knew she was driving me wild, and she clearly enjoyed it! Except for one tiny, little, temporarily-intact membrane, she was already a woman!

Angie was in a dark red negligee. The bottom was a skinny bikini panty, so narrow that Angie's thick crop of pubic hair poked out erotically on both sides. The top was a braless drape hanging just to the top of the panties, held together with a bow at her neck. Her back, arms, and sides were almost completely bare. Two thin panels of nearly transparent material hung down her front. As she moved, the gap in front gave me glimpses of the bare valley between her breasts, all the way from her neck to her navel.

"If we don't eat now, I don't think we'll get back to it!" I said. Angie blushed and grinned. She pulled off my robe and rubbed my erection through the silky shorts. "Nice!" she purred and kissed me. "Even smoother!"

The waiters had uncorked one bottle of champagne, and I poured two glasses. "To an unforgettable night of love!" I toasted, and we each took a sip. I pulled Angie to me and kissed her, hard. We were both breathless when we parted. We finished our glasses, and I poured more.

I had turned on the sound system, and we enjoyed romantic music as we ate. The fillet was easy to eat, but we were both laughing at the mess we made while eating the lobsters! Our butter-smeared mouths made for slippery kisses as we shared pieces of lobster, each of us holding one end in our mouths and then eating until we kissed. I ate most of the oysters - just in case!

We washed our hands and faces after dinner, then we began to dance in our butter-splattered, sexy clothes. I was soon naked, and Angie no longer had her bikini panties on. We went out onto the balcony and danced together as it got dark, staring down at the city several stories below us. If anybody saw us, we didn't care. We were in love and soon to become real lovers. I could feel our sexual tension rising higher and higher, but we were in no hurry, now.

Finally we returned to the suite. I picked Angie up and carried her to the bed and laid her gently upon it. She opened herself by spreading her legs and putting her arms over her head. The top of the negligee fell apart, revealing her red, erect nipples.

I tried to spend an hour kissing and teasing her. I don't know if I lasted that long. I did kiss her from her toes to her forehead several times, and I brought her to the brink of orgasm at least a half dozen times. Her nipples were erect and hard, her clitoris was moving out from under its hood whenever I kissed near her pussy, and there was a growing wet spot on the bed between her thighs. Angie was clearly ready and had been for a long time.

My penis was throbbing. Its head was dark red, and pre-cum had left a trail down the shaft. My balls were aching, and I could feel my heart pounding in them. I slowly moved up Angie's body until I had my mouth against hers. My hands were rubbing her breasts and hard nipples through the fabric of her negligee. My penis was pressing against her hymen.

I kissed her passionately and gently rubbed her rigid nipples. I could feel her wet pussy as she moved her hips. "Whenever you decide. It's up to you." I said.

Angie rocked back on her hips. "Now! I can't stand any more waiting!" And she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me against her breasts. We stared directly into each other's eyes. I gently pressed my penis between her labia until they allowed me to slide in. She was incredibly eager and wet, and I gently slipped in until I felt resistance. I kissed her and then we looked into each other's faces for several more seconds. She smiled, radiating love. "We've waited long enough! I want all of you!" She whispered.

I pushed and her maidenhead immediately gave way, and I went a couple of inches into her. Angie flinched and let out a little cry, "OW!" and then I began to move in and out of her, gradually going deeper. She was extremely tight, hot, and slippery. Before I could get all the way into her, Angie erupted into orgasm. "OOOH! OOOOH! OOOOOOOOOH!" I watched her face as her first orgasm as a woman began and then consumed her.

She dug her fingers into my back until it hurt. She held me inside her until her climax subsided.

"Angie! Watch!"

Angie sat up and looked down her body. I began to slowly move my penis in and out of her. I could feel her vagina expanding and contracting as I did so. My penis glistened with her juices. I couldn't see any blood. "I can't believe how that feels! I can feel you all the way inside me! I want to watch as you do it some more!" She was so delighted she laughed. Everything was fun to her!

I moved faster, then stopped all the way inside her."Oh Don! Oh Don! OH! OH!" Angie cried and she lay back on the bed.

I began to move again, this time twisting against her clitoris when I was fully inside her, and she climaxed again. "OOOH! DONNN! AAAAH! EEEEAYYY!"

"God! Ohmigod! Oh! God!" She moaned after she recovered. Twice more I brought her to orgasm but then my own tension was too much to handle. I felt my penis swelling, and I shot pulse after pulse of cum into her. Andie grunted with each burst, and when I pressed myself hard against her when I was done, she exploded in yet another climax. This time we both screamed. Her body's tremors shook the entire bed - and me!

It took a long time for us to come back down. Still joined, I rolled over so that she was lying on top of me. We kissed for several minutes and then we both slipped into sleep, holding each other as close as two people can ever do. I had never experienced such uninhibited, natural, physical and emotional coupling. I was completely swept away by the feelings I felt for Angie. It was as if there had never been anyone before her.

I awoke quickly when I thought I heard something bump loudly in the room. It woke Angie too. We held each other and listened, but there was no further sound. The clock said it was just after 3:00 a.m.. It was dark in our room, with the only illumination coming from the adjoining bathroom. I slipped out of bed and checked around the suite. Nothing. "Must have been our imagination," I murmured as I got back into bed with Angie?

I rolled her back under me and moved down to her pussy. Her juices and a lot of my cum were matted in her thick pubic hair. I couldn't see any blood although there was a tiny bloodstain on the sheet beneath her.

Angie's eyes were carefully watching me. "This is the only time we'll ever be able to share the taste of your first time. Your woman's secretions are intermixed with my cum."

I gently lapped up a mouthful of our juices, and carried it to her mouth. Angie hugged me and opened her mouth. We shared this special treasure, passing it from tongue to tongue until it was gone. I moved back and forth from her pussy to her mouth until I couldn't lick up any more.

Angie's eyes sparkled. "That was incredible! Thank you, lover! Now it's my turn!" She giggled, rolled out from under me, and pushed me back on the bed. Angie began to lick and suck on my semierect penis and balls.

I pulled her legs back toward my head. "We can do this at the same time, Angie!"

With her lower legs under my shoulders, Angie leaned back and I kissed her labia. "EEOW! That tickles!" She cried, then giggled in her joy.

I pulled her thighs back, pressing her pussy against my face, and I began to gently lick her clitoris. "OH! MMMMMMH! YES!"

Soon we were licking and kissing each other. Angie started to giggle again.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Everything's backwards! Your balls are on top, and I can feel your nose inside me! This is fun!"

Yes, it was fun, particularly with an eager young woman who was willing to try anything I suggested. Angie came twice, nearly smothering me when she clamped her legs around my head during her climax. I was just lifting her to a third orgasm when her stimulations caused me to explode into her mouth.

Angie worked her lips around my penis, gathering in my cum. I didn't feel her swallow. I was still trying to suck her to another orgasm when she pulled away from me and turned around. She looked like a chipmunk with her cheeks bulging out!

She flopped down on top of me and when I opened my mouth, she pushed a huge wad of cum onto my tongue. Angie giggled as we passed it back and forth. More fun, the way sex should be!

When it was gone, I suggested a shower to rinse the sweat off our bodies. We climbed off the bed. Angie turned on the light and looked closely at the faint trace of blood in the midst of the other stains on the sheet.

"That's exactly how I feel!" She said.

I gave her a puzzled look, and she explained. "A teeny bit of blood in a huge pool of our combined juices! I felt so little pain and so very much pleasure and passion and love!"

I was standing beside the bed and Angie jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She began to kiss me, break away and talk, then kiss again.

Kiss. "Thank . . ." Kiss. "You . . ." Kiss. "For . . ." Kiss. "A won . . ." Kiss. "Der . . . " Kiss. "ful . . ." Kiss. "First . . ." Kiss. "Time!" And she kissed me for a long, long time.

I untied and removed her tiny negligee top. I carried her into the shower as she clung to me. Angie was making little buzzing and purring sounds against my neck.

We played for a long time in the shower. Angie was already aroused, and my fingers almost brought her to orgasm several times as I rubbed her. She stopped me. "I want your penis inside me! I want REAL sex again!" .

I pushed her back against the wall and lifted one of her legs onto a built-in seat. Then I entered her as she stood there. As I thrust in and out, Angie moved her hips with me. After only a few moments Angie's legs began to tremble and she screamed and fell against me, still standing, impaled on my penis. "OOOOOOOOH!"

I could feel her vagina pulsing all around my penis, and her orgasm trembled down her legs and up her body. Her legs were so tightly pressed around me I could feel every tremor.

Angie gradually calmed down. I was still inside her, with my hands holding her up by her bottom. Her feet were off the floor. I let the shower run down our bodies.

"Can I put you down? My legs are getting tired!" I asked.

"Wait! Hold me just a little longer! Please! This feels neat! And my legs are still shaking!"

My legs were just starting to tremble when she said, "I think I can stand now!"

I squatted down until Angie was standing, then pulled my erect penis out of her. "But you're still hard! That isn't fair!" She kissed me passionately.

We dried off and Angie pulled me by the hand back into the bedroom. "Angie, there's another bed! We don't have to sleep in that one!"

"I want to! It's my first-time love bed, and I don't care if it is gooey and sticky and smelly!"

She shoved me onto my back right in the middle of the gooey and sticky and smelly first-time love bed. I lay there with my erection pointing toward the ceiling.

Angie's eyes sparkled. She straddled me and wiggled the head of my penis around on her labia. She teased me by sliding most its head in, and then quickly pulling it out again. Her manipulations were affecting both of us. I could feel my penis getting hot, and her pussy made little popping sounds as she pulled the head of my penis out of her.

Finally she slowly lowered herself all the way down my penis. She watched my penis disappear inside her with a look of pure joy on her face. She bent forward and back, testing the sensations inside her. I could feel the head of my penis sliding back and forth across her cervix. I reached up and began to caress her breasts and rub her nipples.

Angie squeezed my penis with her vagina. She wasn't as strong as her mother, but she still had time to learn! Then she began to go up and down and twist from side-to-side, finding the movements that most excited her. And me. 

She teased us both. When she got almost to orgasm, she would stop and wait, then begin again when her breathing changed. She kept her eyes wide open and she was carefully watching the expressions on my face. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I began to thrust myself against her movements, and this time Angie kept going. We both exploded, screaming as her climax shook her whole body and as my penis pulsed several shots of cum deep inside her.

Angie flopped down on top of me and we wrapped ourselves around each other. "I could feel every burst from you! Inside! It felt so good! Mmmh!"

As we held each other in the afterglow of our passion, an unexpected feeling bubbled up from deep within me. "I want this woman to marry me!"

Before I could put this feeling into words, Angie whispered, "I want to make babies with you!"

"Now?" Was my brilliant reply.

"Not now, silly! I want to practice making love to you for YEARS, first!"

"Me too!" I said and kissed Angie. Her vagina squeezed my partially-erect penis which was still inside her, and we clung to each other as we drifted off to sleep. I could feel her entire body on mine, and I felt a feeling of complete joy spread over me as we drifted off to sleep.

Light coming in the windows caused me to wake up and my movements woke Angie. "Hi, lover!" She said and kissed me. As she slid up me to my mouth, my flaccid penis slipped out of her.

She hit me playfully on my chest. "I'm starved! I want breakfast! I need something to eat!"

I pointed toward my groin. Angie hit me again. "I need more than that, lover!" And she hugged me and giggled.

Angie crawled off me and told me what she wanted, and I called room service while she scampered to the shower. They told me it would be thirty minutes, and I carried that message into the shower with Angie. I started to fondle her, but she stopped me. "No time for that! I've got to shave my legs and you've got to get cleaned up and dressed to let them bring our breakfast in!" As soon as I was cleaned off, she booted me out of the shower. I could hear her singing a happy song as she shaved. Would married life with Angie be like this? God, I hoped so!

I shaved my beard at the sink, rinsed, and just managed to get the robe on before they arrived. As soon as the two waiters left, I opened the bedroom door and called Angie.

She came out naked and proud. I took off my robe, and we ate breakfast sitting side by side, kissing frequently. We explored each others bodies with our eyes. We spent long moments just looking into each others faces and grinning at each other.

After we finished, I stood behind Angie and rubbed her breasts. "Bend over!" I ordered.

Angie did as I asked, and I gently slipped my penis into her from behind. She slowly pulled off of me, and with a look of complete wonder on her face, said, "Let's do that on the bed!"

We mated doggy-style for a few minutes, then lay on our sides with me entering her from the rear. That proved to be the best position for her, and as she began to climax, I exploded into her. We talked, giggled, cuddled, and took a nap. The kind of sex we were having really took all our energy! It was completely uninhibited, natural, and incredibly energetic!

We awoke just before Noon. I had slipped out of Angie as we slept, and she twisted around so that she was facing me.

"I like all the neat ways we already made love!" Angie exclaimed. "But are there other, err, positions or things we could try, too?"

"Angie, you sound like a kid in a candy store! You're insatiable!"

Angie grinned and blushed. "You know, like I mean . . . as long as we're here, and . . ."

"OK! I get it! Yeah, there are a few more athletic things we could do, but they're mostly just variations on stuff we've already tried. Not that they aren't fun, too! But with just the two of us, love, the only other really different thing would be anal sex."




Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 3



"Just the two of us? Oh, I don't want to share you! And you called me 'Love!'" She leaned down and kissed me. "Do you? Love me?"

"Yes, Angie. I love you!" Angie kissed me and hugged me as hard as she could.

A couple of minutes later, she looked into my eyes. She was really happy, and she felt playful. "But if you love me, why would you want to have anal sex with me? Isn't my pussy good enough?" And she purred.

"Angie, some people just do the missionary position, man on top, and that's it. Others do all sorts of things I don't even care to imagine. But I've done anal sex, and it is sometimes really great for both the man and the woman."

Angie's eyes got bright. "Then let's try it! If I don't like it, we can always do some of the other things again! They were ALL fun! What do I do first? Oh, by the way, in case you wondered, I love you, too!"

Before I could respond, we heard crisp knocking on the wall outside the open bedroom door! "Angie! Don! Karen and I are coming in!" We heard Doris announce.

I just sat naked on the bed, completely dumbfounded. My penis immediately went limp. Angie had the good sense to grab the sheet and cover herself. Ten seconds later, both women strode in, dressed in suits like they were going to the office. Their eyes were bloodshot and they both looked as if they needed sleep.

"Go sit in the other room, Don! Karen and I need to talk to Angie!"

I moved over and kissed a very confused and embarrassed Angie. She clung to me, but I gently pulled away from her. I whispered, "I love you, Angie. I really do! No matter what, don't forget that!" Then I picked up my silk shorts and robe and walked naked to the sitting room. Somebody closed the door behind me.

Where the hell had they come from? Obviously they could easily have gotten a keycard, but I had set the chain on the door as soon as the waiters left. That was part of my half-conceived plan to double-cross Doris and stay with Angie. The chain was still on! I put on my shorts and robe and looked around. The only reasonable possibility was a coat closet next to the doorway to the suite.

The closet was empty. I squatted down and saw slight, female-sized footprints on the rug, and then I realized that there was also a triangular scuff mark made by a door. With that to guide me, I found a hidden latch, opened a small, concealed door, and I slipped under the closet rod and into a narrow room.

It was full of video and photographic equipment, all pointing toward the bedroom. I could see and hear everything Angie and Doris were saying through what I thought had been a mirror on the bedroom wall. There were two chairs facing the bedroom. Those two bitches had sat there and watched us make love!

Angie had the sheet pulled around her legs and was sitting on the bed, naked from the waist up. Tears were streaming down her face. Doris was standing next to her, and Karen was off to one side.

"You were LISTENING to us? That's why you came in? You HEARD what we were going to do and you came in to stop us?" Angie asked and then she began to sob. Doris reached to comfort her, but Angie pushed her away.

A video camera was still recording, and I could see the entire scene on a little display screen. I didn't know whether to be really angry or really scared.

I shut off the recorder, and realized that it was simultaneously recording two separate tapes. I pulled those two out of the machine, and after looking around, found a dozen others marked "Angie & Don." I took all the tapes and got out of there.

I sat down in the sitting room looking out the window. What was I going to do now? I hadn't imagined something like this happening! My plan, if you can call it that, had been to tell Doris I wasn't going to break up with Angie. But now I didn't know what to do. My thoughts raced from idea to idea, clouded by my feelings for Angie.

Through the closed door I could hear pieces of their conversation as they raised their voices. I deduced that Doris had been in the room before I arrived, and that she had let Karen in later when Angie and I were in the bedroom. They had probably been in there all night, watching and taping. They also probably had another room nearby in case they needed to go to the bathroom since the taping room was so small. These thoughts were easier to deal with than my intense feelings of love for Angie and what her mother was probably telling her.

After about five minutes Aunt Karen came out. "Doris is explaining the whole thing to Angie. It's going to take a while. I didn't want to listen anymore." She said.

"I'm sure that's no problem!" I snarled. "Hell, you can always watch the video!"

Karen's eyes got cold. "So you figured that out, too. That was just to protect Angie in case you went too far. Which you were about to do with that sex up her ass stuff."

"Try it sometime! You just might enjoy it!" What a brilliant retort.

"It really doesn't make much difference. We were about ready to interrupt you two anyway. Angie's going to need some time to get herself together since we don't want her to say anything about this to her father - or to anyone else."

I sat silently for a couple of minutes, trying to decide what I was feeling. I was really angry, I knew I had been really manipulated, but most of all I felt really guilty for hurting Angie. I could hear her frequent cries of anguish through the closed door. I also felt incredibly stupid for underestimate Doris.

"How'd you know about the video room, anyway?" I asked.

Karen gave me the same cold smile I had seen on her sister. "Jack and I are partners in this hotel. We control this room. It's been very helpful with some difficult business deals."

I could imagine. Some guy caught on tape screwing the wrong person, a little blackmail pressure, and the deal's done. By getting involved with these women, I was in something way, way over my head! I felt like a goldfish swimming with sharks!

"YOU FUCKED HIM FIRST? MY OWN MOTHER?" I suddenly heard Angie scream. I felt like I'd been slugged in the stomach. Any hope of taking Angie with me evaporated.

The bedroom door snapped open and Angie ran naked into the room and stopped in front of me. I stood up. "Did you really fuck my mother before you fucked me?"

"Angie, I . . ."

"OH GOD!" She shrieked and ran back into the bedroom, slamming the door hard behind her.

I stared at the carpet. I was holding my breath against the pain. Karen quietly said, "Knowing she shared you with her mother helps break the emotional bond you two formed. It will take a few days, but Angie will come to realize that Doris has done her a favor. But this is the beginning of helping Angie to get over you."

"Thanks a whole fucking lot! Maybe you could show her the videotape, too." I muttered. "Angie's going to flip out when she finds out that her mother and aunt were watching when she lost her cherry! And you've got it on tape! And then you two perverted bitches have the nerve to say that anal sex is wrong!"

I finally cracked her ice-cold demeanor. "Quiet down! Angie cannot EVER find that out!"

I pointed to the pile of videotapes which I had stacked near the window. "Two copies? One for each of you sickos? Is this how you get your kicks? Watching your niece get fucked for the first time? Will you two get each other off together on it?"

"There's no need to be so crude! We were just being careful!"

"Fuck you! I'm taking these tapes with me to destroy them! Get your sick jollies somewhere else!"

"I can't let you do that, Don." Karen said very coldly. And she stepped toward the tapes.

"If you touch those tapes, I'll fuck you in YOUR ass! The sick way your mind works, you'll probably enjoy being raped!" Karen quickly backed away. Now Karen was staring thoughtfully at the rug. We could hear Angie crying. "So one of you did wake us up last night, didn't you?" I asked.

Karen looked up at me and nodded. "I dozed off and fell out of the chair."

"Just couldn't stay interested unless we were actively copulating, right Karen?" She just glared at me.

About a half hour later Doris came out of the bedroom carrying all of my things. I could hear Angie sobbing through the open door. Doris closed it.

"Get dressed and leave, Don. You did your part very well, at least until the end." Doris said.

"Can I kiss Angie goodbye?"

"No. And I doubt that Angie will even want to talk to you for a long, long time. That's the way this always works."

I wanted to say something to Doris about Angie being better than she was in bed, but I couldn't put the words together. Doris turned and went back into the bedroom. I could still hear Angie's sobbing even after the door closed.

I took of my robe and shorts, then got dressed under the critical gaze of Karen. I deliberately faced her, not hiding myself at all. The shiny evidence of making love with Angie was obvious. "My daughter is thirteen. You'll be too old when she turns eighteen. Too bad. You're really good in bed. Angie was lucky."

What a cold bitch! I felt like a piece of meat. Were all women this calculating? Was the "You only want me for my body!" complaint just a ploy to control men? I hoped not, but at that moment, I was afraid it was.

As I walked out of the room carrying the tapes, Karen began to use the phone. I had a bad feeling about that. I got off on the second floor and went to the end of the hall, then down two flights of stairs to the basement. I found myself in a service area. I looked around and located a huge gas hot water heater, larger than but similar to the one we had at the pool.

I opened an access panel and I could see blue flames coming from a two foot by four foot matrix of gas jets. I tossed one of the tapes onto the gas jets. It caught fire immediately and gave off terrible black smoke. I closed the panel, and the smoke was vented to the outside chimney. After about a minute I looked in and the tape was completely gone. I threw another in and closed the door. Then another.

When the tapes were all gone, I climbed back to the first floor, and went through the lobby to my car. A really big thug was leaning on it and waiting for me. "Where's the tapes?" He asked. Obviously Karen had called him.

I told him I had burned them, but he went through everything I had to be certain I didn't have them. Then he made me walk inside and show him where I had managed to destroy them. The lingering smell of burning plastic convinced him. "Fuck! She'll be pissed!" He said.

He didn't follow me as I walked back to my car. I drove away. Katrina had "my" shift at the pool so I didn't have to go to work. I went back to my apartment and stared at the wall. I didn't bother to eat. I just sat there and wondered what kind of monster I was.

What was going through Angie's head? How much had I hurt her? I knew I had fallen in love with her, if that was any excuse. Were those really her feelings too? Or was she just grateful I had saved her from Bud? Why had I gone through with it? I hadn't been too terribly afraid of Doris since I had easily gotten it up with Angie. So was it the smug anticipation of being Angie's first lover that had enticed me into this mess? Was deflowering virgins that big a turn-on for me? Hell, I'd even deflowered another one just a few weeks earlier!

I still wasn't hungry on Monday, but I ate a light lunch and then went to the pool. Angie came, swam with some friends, and left without looking at me. I didn't get to swim that night. Families were leaving for vacations, and attendance was really low. That meant there weren't many people still available for my after-hours parties. Katrina was working full-time for one of the other guards, and she kept staring at me with a puzzled and worried look on her face. Can women read men that clearly?

"You don't seem to be yourself, Don." Katrina remarked. "Are you feeling okay?"

I lied and told her I was fine. She obviously didn't believe me.

Tuesday was much better. Angie came, swam, and talked to me for a few minutes. She whispered that she understood. I doubted it. That night I had an amorous after-hours couple for a party at the pool, and I got to swim laps after my run. When I finished, I stayed in the pool listening to the rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap as he pounded into her. I thought of Angie and my eyes burned. I blinked away the tears and washed my face in the pool. I was really glad when they finally finished and left.

Wednesday morning Doris called and asked me to stop by. I got there about 11:00. Not surprisingly she was fully dressed when she opened the door. She led me into their family room. "I want you to watch this, Don."

The video was from a hand-held camera with its own light. I saw bars and I realized it was taken in the jail. I saw someone lying down, and then Bud's surprised face as he awoke. Bud screamed. There was a lot of commotion and some cursing, and then I could see that a group of big guys had stripped Bud naked. They pinned his face against the concrete floor and forced his behind to stick up. Bud was cursing.

Somebody walked up and shoved what looked like a piece of closet rod about a foot in and out of Bud's ass. He shrieked, screamed a couple of times, then began to whimper. He kept saying, "NO! NO!" over and over. Then one of the men pulled the stick out and began to fuck him in the ass. Bud screamed with each thrust. The ass-fucker climaxed with a loud series of grunts and pulled out.

When a second guy prepared to fuck Bud, the camera angle changed, and I could see shiny, red blood flowing from Bud's behind. I grabbed a wastebasket and threw up. Then I grabbed the remote control from Doris and turned the tape off. "Why?" I asked.

Doris gave me her nasty smile. "Don't you want to watch the rest? There are eight of them who fuck him, several of them twice." She paused and looked at me. Her cold stare gave me the chills. "When they were done, Bud couldn't even crawl. He just lay there on the floor of his cell, whimpering and bleeding from his ass."

I started to tremble, both from fear and anger. Doris gave me that cold smile again.

"Bud violated the trust of this family. Now he's castrated, and for the next twenty years or so he's going to be the fuck-boy of every animal in prison who wants him. They don't like rapists very much. Since he can't get it up any more, they may cut it off just for fun. After all he doesn't need it now, does he? Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded. I had nothing to say. I was angry at myself because I was visibly shaking. Doris showed me out, and I drove up to the pool early. I was still trembling. I swam laps until it was time to guard. I didn't feel clean. I even felt sorry for Bud. I kept hearing his screams.

That evening I was in the middle of my weight routine when Angie suddenly drove up. She walked over and asked, "Is there anyone else here tonight?" I shook my head. I was more than a little afraid of her being there. If Doris ever found out . . .

"Please put the weights away and let's swim."

I stashed the weights and bars, and went down to the pump room to change into my suit. Angie followed me. "Don! Look at me!"

I turned, and she carefully stripped off her clothes. She grinned. "I still want to go skinny-dipping with you!"

I started to cry and I grabbed Angie and held her against me. She pushed my shorts and jock down, then pulled off my shoes. Then we kissed, hard. This time she kissed away MY tears, but she was crying too.

She broke away and ran up the stairs. She dived in and I followed her. I caught her in the shallow end. She wrapped her legs around me and we began to make love.

"I want to make love beside the pool. On the mats. Like we almost did!" She said.

We teased each other as long as we could and finished in the missionary position, both of us yelling together. We took another swim and held each other in about five feet of water.

Angie fondled my penis until it became hard. "We never did anal sex. Can we do it here?"

I kissed her, and with the help of the warm water, she gradually took all of me into her anus. She began to slide up and down on my penis, moving easily because of the support of the water. I gently rubbed her clitoris, and we both came again.

She pulled off me and rubbed my penis until it was hard again. It took quite a while. "I like it better in my pussy." She said. I slid myself into her, and we held each other in the water, joined together as man and woman.

"I know my mother and aunt did what they thought was best, but . . . I was really hurt because I thought you were just, well . . . "

"Paid help?"

Angie nodded. "Yes. I really hated you, and then I remembered the devastated look on your face when I screamed at you that you and my mother . . . You really do love me, don't you?"

"Yes, Angie, I do. Very much. I'm glad you came up here tonight, and not just because of this."

"I had to! Tomorrow we leave for Europe, and when I get back you'll be gone back to school. Will we see each other again?"

"I don't know, Angie. We live in different parts of society, really in different worlds. If we're both free in a couple of years, maybe we can get past this and . . ."

She put her finger on my mouth. "SHHH! Right now may be all we ever get. Make love to me again, my wonderful lover!"

With considerable difficulty I climbed the ladder with Angie impaled on my penis. I carried her over to the cushions, and lay back with Angie on top. "No, Angie, love! I can't do that! We'll make love to each other!"

I caressed the entire front of her body as she rode me. We never broke eye contact until her orgasm overwhelmed her and I ejaculated. We held each other for a long time. Neither of us fell asleep, and we didn't talk. We just held and caressed each other. We stared into each other's eyes, lost in our thoughts and in our love. It was after 4:00 a.m. when Angie lifted herself off me and stood up. I started to get up, but she gently pushed me back down.

"No, lover, just stay here until I'm gone!" She said. I could see tears welling in her eyes. "Mom was right about one thing. You were the right man to take my cherry!" Then she leaned down and gently kissed me. "Don't ever forget that I love you, too!"

She got up and ran quickly through the gate. I heard her sob as she ran down the steps to the pump room to get dressed.

A few minutes later she came back up and ran to her car. She didn't look back. I watched her car as she drove away, and I listened until the sound disappeared. We never even said goodbye.

I got up and put the cushions under cover. I found my way back to the pump room and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see tears streaming down my face.

I realized that it would be nearly impossible to overcome the difference in wealth between Angie's family and mine. And could Angie really get past the fact that I'd also screwed her mother? I wasn't sure. But more importantly, Doris would never let me marry Angie because I knew their family secret. Love doesn't always conquer all.

I knew that Angie would be a different person once her mother taught her how to be really cold, devious, and manipulative. I doubted I would be able to trust her, let alone love her, once her mother "trained" her. But I loved her right now, and the sense of loss hurt. Unbelievably much. And I had betrayed her trust.

Then I wondered whether Angie had just fucked me a few minutes earlier because she wanted to, or because her mother had told Angie that she could manipulate me this way. The anal sex was Angie ignoring her mother. But the other? The fact that I could even momentarily entertain that thought reinforced the conclusion that Angie and I had no future together. I spent the next hour sitting beside the pool, tears dripping onto the concrete, while I thought about the Angie I loved but who would never be the same for me again. I went back to my apartment a little after dawn. 




Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 3



Two days later I was guarding an empty pool and thinking lonely, dark thoughts when Nancy Sharmon arrived. The last time I'd seen her my cum had been dripping from her pussy. That memory lightened my spirits! As she signed in, I remarked, "Hey there, Nancy! I haven't seen you since that morning after your sister's party!"

Nancy gave me an angry look. "You really fucked me, good, Don! Literally and figuratively! That's the only time I've ever passed out after sex, and then when I didn't get home until after dawn, my fuckin' father called me a cheap slut and grounded me! And I'm almost twenty-one! Crap, I can't wait to get back to college!"

"Well, you and the others did everything you could to get me turned on!"

She grinned. "We did, didn't we? I thought the tit-icing got things going pretty well! And I even woke up a little and got off again with my fingers while I watched you doing Barb. Did I scream like that? Too bad we can't party like that again, but I just got my car back and I'm on a short leash."

"Since nobody's here, wanna skinny-dip?"

"Hah! You wish!" she replied. Then after a moment she asked, "How come you couldn't fuck Alice into a coma? She said you were a good screw, but she still had no trouble getting home on time."

"You and Barb let loose. Alice is still a little uptight."

"So I was a better lay than my sister?" Her face brightened.

Before I could answer her, a car came to a skidding stop in the gravel parking lot. Mary Sharmon jumped out, dragging Alice with her. Mary glared at me, then called Nancy over to the far side of the pool. It looked like they were having a three-way verbal cat fight, but I didn't try to hear what they were saying. I had a pretty good idea of what their mother was saying to the two sisters I'd screwed.

Mary sent her daughters to Nancy's car and glared at it as it drove away. As soon as we were alone, Mary stomped over to me. "Couldn't keep it in your pants, could you? Well, enjoy today 'cause it'll be your last one working here!"

My initial panic was suddenly replaced with recognition. At the birthday party I had thought Mary's voluptuous figure looked familiar, but I hadn't realized I'd seen a picture of it before, naked. At the party Mary had been all smiles, but now, with her face twisted into a sneer, I knew where I'd seen her face before. I smiled.

"What's so funny, you bastard? Alice finally admitted that you screwed her, but said she only did it because she had watched you screw her sister. Nancy just admitted it, too. My husband's on the club managing committee, and as soon as I tell him, we're going to get you fired and charge you with rape!"

"Get real, Mrs. Sharmon! I didn't rape either of your daughters, and you know it. And you truly don't want to get me fired."

"Really? Why the hell not? Give me one good reason!"

"Actually I have several. Pictures."

Mary looked really puzzled. "Pictures? What . . ."

"Yeah. In the first one, Richard Johnson has his little four-inch dick up the ass of his blonde secretary, and in the background you're screaming your head off while you fuck Bob Hamilton. In another one, Richard has his dick up YOUR ass, Bob's is in your cunt, and your mouth is covered with cum you've just sucked out of a third husband's prick. In another one, you're licking the blonde secretary's cunt while Richard . . ."

Mary had turned pale. "STOP IT!" She screamed. In a softer voice she asked, "Where did you see those?"

"I have a complete set." I lied. "Maybe I should make some copies and send them to the members of the country club. I imagine some of the spouses would be interested in the various activities of their mates. It might even cause some divorces and paternity suits, but what the hell. I mean, does your husband know that his daughters are just following the slutty example of their mother? I don't remember seeing him in the pictures!"

Mary's face was now bright red with anger. "If you try to blackmail me with those pictures I'll . . . "

"Not blackmail, Mrs. Sharmon. Retaliation if you get me fired. If I were into blackmail, I'd make you fuck me. Right here. Right now. Maybe get your daughters back so all three of you could take turns."

Mary stood and glared at me for several seconds. I continued. "How about I just send you a set and you can show Alice and Nancy all the interesting ways their mother has found to have a good time? Maybe Jack would be interested, too. You're really very versatile with both men and women!"

"FUCK YOU!" Mary shouted, and she turned and stomped out the gate.

Just before she got to her car, I called out to her, "Hey Mary! Why don't you give me a call when Jack's away and we'll see if you're as good in bed as your daughters are!"

Mary stopped, turned, and with an ugly, sneering face, gave me the finger. I laughed for the first time in a long time.

I knew that Connie hadn't told Richard that she knew about his collection of pictures, so they were almost certainly still where he had hidden them. I'd found them and Connie had seen them, but she didn't want to break up her own marriage. I decided I'd take a camera the next time I went to Connie's and I'd secretly make copies of everything. I'd just pulled off a colossal bluff, but Mary might get smart and demand proof that I really did have copies of the pictures. If so, I intended to have them.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had just behaved a lot like Doris and Karen. The thought didn't make me feel good at all. But I was still going to copy those dammed, fucking pictures.

The following Monday was my birthday. I turned twenty-three, and I got a letter from Europe. My excitement quickly disappeared when I saw it was from Doris, not Angie. It was succinct. "You did your part well. Leave it alone." Enclosed were receipts for two deposit slips to my meager savings account. Each was for $5,000, dated on two consecutive days, presumably to avoid the $10,000 amount that triggered criminal investigations. I was truly just a piece of meat to her. I kept watching the mail, but nothing ever came from Angie. I was certain that Doris saw to that.

In a final, futile gesture to the memory of the Angie whom I still loved but who was probably being corrupted by her mother, I gave the money to charity. I wondered if Doris would show Angie the videotape of Bud getting gang-raped in jail. I was almost certain she would. It would help Angie understand what men really meant to women, at least to women in their family.

That birthday Monday afternoon I went up to the pool at a time when I was supposed to be off-duty, and I walked into the pump room to the sight of a completely naked Katrina. It was the third time that summer that this had happened. She just stared at me but didn't cover herself. I said, "Excuse me, Kat. I didn't mean to intrude." I turned and walked out. Seeing her naked body almost knocked me out of my depression.

The fact that my penis didn't even twitch at the sight of her incredible body was perhaps the best measure of the depth of my anguish about losing Angie. But it also made me think about Angie, how she smelled, how she tasted, and how she held nothing back. As I remembered making love to Angie, I suddenly felt tears running down my face, again.

Behind me Katrina called out, "Don, you stupid bastard!" I smiled and stopped crying. I knew Katrina was probably right. In a matter of days I was to find out just how right she really was! 

Continued in Poolside Ch. 04 Pt. 1



Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 1



Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 3."

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/07/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. 

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On Monday I had turned 23 tears of age and was preparing to return for my second year of graduate school. I was working as a lifeguard at the country club pool where I had worked every year during my undergraduate summers. The club's main building had burned down during the winter, and construction people were clearing the site to build another. There was a temporary building used as a pro shop for golf, and there were several portable toilets.

And of course there was the pool. It sat atop a hill, with the metal-roofed, temporary pro shop about a hundred yards away, lower and to the north. To the west was the burned-out mess of the clubhouse, about 100 feet away. The absence of a real clubhouse lowered the daily attendance at the pool, and it also meant that once the pool closed, nobody was around, anywhere. It was now the beginning of August, and families went on vacation.

One of the other guards quit, and Katrina Thomas, the pretty daughter of a club member, had taken his place. It was hot, lazy, and dull work. We all were looking forward to returning to school, which is precisely the reason we guarded every summer. At least that's what we told ourselves!

I had just experienced a devastating breakup after a brief affair with Angie, an eighteen-year-old member of the club. Emotionally I was a mess. I had been so much in love with Angie that I had wanted to marry her. Now she was out of my life, and I was not handling it well. I had stopped working out on my birthday, and it was now Saturday. I had desperately watched the mail, in vain, hoping for a letter from Angie. For nearly two weeks Katrina had been giving me strange looks, beginning a week earlier on the Monday immediately after Angie's mother broke Angie and me up. ("Poolside Ch. 3")

I need to explain about Katrina. She and I share the same birthday, but I'm four years older. Four years apart, we each graduated from high school at 17 and turned 18 the summer before we went to college. She had just finished a successful freshman year at a major eastern university where she had set several records as a member of their swim team. She was truly an excellent swimmer.

The first year I had been a lifeguard, Katrina - a.k.a. Kat, T-Kat, K.T., or Kitty - was 14. She had taken the swim classes we had provided to the members' children in June. That year she had been a tall, skinny, shapeless girl with braces on her teeth. Her breasts had appeared as little more than tiny bumps on her chest. In the classes that year she had insisted I call her T-Kat, presumably short for Thomas-Katrina, but possibly also because she adored pussy cats. She had also developed an embarrassing crush on me that first summer, and she had followed me around like a puppy - in spite of her love of cats. She had certainly not been the object of my eighteen-year-old lust!

Katrina was clearly the most talented swimmer I ever taught. I told her mother Karen, also known as K.T., that she needed to make a decision. We couldn't teach Katrina anything more about swimming, so if Katrina wanted to learn more, she needed a real swimming coach. I informed Karen that Katrina was potentially Olympic material. Karen and Katrina talked it over, and after finally persuading Katrina's father that becoming a serious swimmer was what Katrina really wanted, a coach was found. Katrina was sent away for a week at a time, several times a year, to work with the coach. As a result of her efforts and subsequent accomplishments, Katrina had received a full athletic scholarship to college. Given her father's wealth, this probably wasn't necessary, but Katrina had earned it herself.

The other guards and I didn't teach "official" Red Cross swimming classes. We taught the classes to earn money, and the Red Cross believes such classes should be offered cost-free. However, in order to keep our Water Safety Instructors' certifications current, we did offer free official Red Cross Junior and Senior Lifesaving classes. Katrina took lifesaving every year, and she was always our best student. Even though Katrina easily passed the Senior tests every year, she was under age, and she had to settle for Junior Lifesaving certificates and badges until she was 16.

I recalled the previous summer when I had been demonstrating the cross-chest carry to the lifesaving class, using Katrina as the victim, by hauling her across the pool. I had deliberately moved my hand from under her armpit, slipped it under the top of her two-piece suit, and grabbed her right breast. It was a nice handful! I had felt her nipple getting hard at the same moment she had goosed me, causing me to let go. Her face had turned crimson, but I didn't know if it had been because I had felt her breast or because she had found me to be fully erect when she had grabbed my crotch. She had never said anything about it, and I was a"good" boy for the rest of the summer. Three months later Katrina was a freshman in college, and I was struggling through my first year of graduate study.

The previous summer had been Katrina's last lifesaving class as a student, and most people (except her mother) called her K.T. Now she was W.S.I. certified, and she had helped teach lifesaving with us during June. She had developed into an exceptionally attractive young woman, and the skimpy bikinis she was wearing while on guard duty this year barely covered her athletic, feminine body.

I glanced over at Katrina. She still had short-cropped, dark brown hair. She was wearing her blue bikini. This year she had five of them in different colors, all exactly the same size. They were the skimpiest I had ever seen at our pool. Two of them could probably have been stuffed into a cigarette pack with room left over for most of the cigarettes.

I started daydreaming about that tit-grabbing incident, and I realized that my penis remained flaccid. I was worrying about my lack of reaction to what had been a vibrant memory of an incredibly erotic grope, when I realized that Katrina was standing next to me. "When's the last time you worked out, Don?"

"I think it was the night before I walked into the pump room and found you dressing." I replied.

"Looking at my naked body makes you want to stop exercising? Gee, thanks!"

"I didn't mean it that way, Katrina! It's been about a week since I did anything."

"No wonder you look so bad! How 'bout you swim some laps while I watch this empty pool and make sure you don't drown?"

"No thanks. I really don't feel like it."

"C'mon, Don! Shake out of it! That little honey's gone, and you have to get over her!"

"What? Who do? . . ."

"Angie, of course!"

"Katrina, I don't know what you mean! Lots of girls are away with their families, so if you think I'm missing one of them, why pick Angie?"

"Because you and Angie were the talk of the pool chicks!"

"Pool chicks? You mean . . ."

"Yeah, all the nubile little teenie-boppers who lie in the sun all day lusting after the male lifeguards! You, mostly!"

"So why'd they talk to you about . . ."

"Don, you ninny! I used to BE a pool chick! As far as they're concerned, I'm just a version of them who's been to college!"

"And you - they - thought that Angie and I were an item?"

"God! It was so obvious that EVERYONE noticed. Who could miss it?"

"Katrina, Angie was Bud's girl this summer - at least until he was arrested. How could I have worked so fast? That's impossible!" That was a lie. I hoped it was a convincing one.

"Don, Angie didn't even like Bud all that much. You could tell when they were together at the pool. She DID like having a hunk for a boyfriend, but she didn't like the way he acted like she was his personal property. He was always slobbering kisses on her, but she didn't kiss him back. Hell, all Bud really wanted was to score another virgin and she could probably sense it."

"I thought they were a cute couple." I lied, again.

"Yeah, sure! Then you were about the only one. Hell, I've talked to several of the pool chicks who ADMIT that Bud raped and deflowered them! He's been doing that for a couple of years, but they were all too stupidly embarrassed to make any noise about it! Those stories just gave Bud a reputation as a big lover. That's bullshit, but these pool chicks are too young and inexperienced to know it!"

"I guess I still don't get it. How come Angie - or anyone else - would go out with a guy with a reputation for raping girls? Was she stupid?"

"You dolt! Bud's a really big guy with big muscles! He's really confident around girls, and he acts like he's the world's greatest lover! He scares the other guys away! The girls WANT to believe he's not a rapist! Besides, everyone who's seen his equipment says he's really huge, a knee-banger! What more could one of these immature girls want in a boyfriend?"

"That's what you call a guy who's supposed to be well-hung? A knee-banger?"

"Nice try changing the subject! I know you're missing Angie, not somebody else!"

I tried to dissuade her again. "You don't really think I moved in on Angie right under Bud's nose, do you? Hell, he's a lot bigger than me!"

"No, but once he was out of the picture, you didn't waste any time! It was about a week after Bud was arrested that I saw you and Angie together at the pool. The way you two looked at each other caused MY nipples to get hard! Hers were almost poking through the top of her suit! I considered rubbing myself - right here at the pool - just to get some relief!"

"Now K.T., . . ."

"Now it's K.T., is it? I must have touched a nerve! Stop trying to change the direction of this conversation! There's more! I was watching, and you got so hard I thought you were going to pop out of your trunks! Angie reached up and touched your arm and I thought she was going to have an orgasm right then and there! When you smiled at her, I thought she would lie down beside the pool and spread her legs for you! God, you two both acted like you had just fucked each other blind and couldn't wait to do it again!"

"K.T., you're imagining things! I'm sure Angie and I were just talking that day! We hadn't . . ."

"Fucked? Well maybe not that day, but not long before! She gave you her you're-my-man look! You gave her the glad-I-satisfied-you-in-bed look!"

She didn't have the sequence right, but she was too dammed close. "K.T., this isn't funny! Please don't spread something around that could ruin Angie's reputation. I mean, how the hell could I have, unh . . ."

"Managed to bed her? I don't know! None of the pool chicks EVER saw the two of you together away from the pool. And they were watching! But you managed it somehow. Maybe at one of your 'special' after-hours parties!"

"Yeah, sure! Under her parents' noses, right!" Now THAT was hard to say with a straight face! Angie's mother had orchestrated my seduction of her daughter! And I Angie and I HAD done nearly everything except make love after the pool closed.

Katrina wrinkled her nose. "That's the part I can't figure out. But there was definitely steam coming off you two that day - and every day after that until Angie left with her parents. And now you're really acting down, so she's the one. Simple."

"So who else thinks I'm missing Angie?" "Nobody thinks! Everybody KNOWS, you jerk! As soon as she left with her family on vacation, you got that lovesick, hangdog look, and I'm tired of it!"

"Is it that bad?"

"Yeah, it is! And it makes you a real pain in the ass to be around, too!" She stomped off, leaving me sitting alone by the pool, watching one little kid playing in the shallow end. I thought about what she had said. A few minutes later I walked over to where she was sitting and I sat down next to her.

"What should I do about it, T-Kat?"

She scowled at me. "Nobody's called me that since I started wearing real bras!"

"Give me a break! I've never even seen you in a bra! Do you even own any? But the question's still the same. Got any answers?"

"Yeah, I do. Start working out again! Sweat off all your self-pity! If you're down because Angie fucked you then dumped you, sweat that off too! But don't just sit around the pool acting like a dog somebody kicked!" I was wryly amused that Katrina had hit so close to the mark, but still had the details almost completely wrong.

I laughed. "Damn! I'm glad you held back! I don't think I could have taken it if you had really laid into me! Am I really that messed up?"

"Look in a mirror, dope! Another couple of days without working out and you're going to start looking sloppy!"

"Okay, okay, okay! You win! I'll go back to the workouts tonight, but I won't be able to swim since there's nobody around who wants to hang around that late."

"Oh really? Well, Dopey-Don, you didn't ask me, did you? And I need to start getting in shape before I go back to school."

"Can't you just swim laps during the day like you've been doing?"

"That's just enough to keep me from getting completely soft. I need to start TRAINING. That means starting with four to five miles a day of brisk workouts - minimum, and that means after the pool closes. So, if I can get you to work out, I can work out too. My motives are completely selfish. You can let your body fall apart and nobody much gives a shit, but mine is paying for college!"

I laughed again. "Thanks for the sympathy! You win! Since you've got the late shift tonight, I'll come up about 8:00 and help you close down the pool and then we can both work out. Satisfied?"

"Sure, as long as you do it every night! Well, at least almost every night!"

"It's a deal. I feel better already."

"I hope so. The pool chicks complained that you haven't had a boner for more than a week! Can you still get it up?"

I felt myself blushing. "Uh . . . Maybe . . ."

"Look, Don! Every year you've been guarding here, the pool chicks have called you 'Elevator' because your dork goes up and down all day, whenever we want! We spread our legs or stretch or wiggle our boobs - and presto! Elevator's up again! But now all of a sudden your dork's stuck in the basement! Hell, most of the pool chicks have been trying to get a reaction out of you all week, but nothing happens! Are you sick - or just lovesick like I'm guessing?"

I snorted and blushed again. "T-Kat, I guess I'm lovesick, but I think I'm getting over it. Why don't you flash me with those nice boobs and we'll see if I'm any better!"

Katrina looked around, and when she saw that the pool was completely empty, she turned to me and pulled her top up. Her nipples were red and pointed, surrounded by half-dollar-sized red areolae, atop beautiful, firm breasts. There was a strange, questioning look on her face, but she wasn't even blushing. She stared deeply into my eyes. Why was I looking into her eyes when her wonderful tits were on display? God, she had beautiful eyes! I felt as if I could read her thoughts in them! I felt a strange heat, almost a burning, inside me. After a couple of seconds she pulled her top back down and laughed. "Elevator is back! Hooray! It's on the top floor!"

I looked down, and yes, I had a huge erection. I sat down in a chair to hide it. Katrina kept glancing at it and giggling. She moved about ten feet away and sat down. Now she was blushing! But why? She hadn't when she flashed me. Somehow I actually felt better. Embarrassment is always easier to deal with than self-pity.

I slid my chair up beside Katrina's. "Well, your left one is a little bigger, maybe just over a B, but the right one appears to be the same size as my, uh, empirical verification last summer, a clear B! Its nipple was hard then, too!"

Katrina's blushed for a second, then grinned. "As I recall, I got a good empirical measure of your equipment, too! At least it hasn't atrophied! That would be a real tragedy for the pool chicks!"

"I think I'll call you 'Titty-Kat' from now on. How's that?"

"T-Kat is just fine, thank you! We'll both know what you really mean, anyway!"

"Since the pool's empty, why don't I pull up the ropes and you can show me your record-breaking BREAST stroke, T-Kat?"

"Hah! So you've got a breast fixation! Well, I can't swim training laps in this suit, so it wouldn't give me the exercise I need. I'm wearing the bikini to get a tan, not exercise."

"Those perky boobs do stick out a lot, T-Kat! I'll bet they drag when you swim! Do they help you to float? I guess you never wear bras because you don't need the support, huh?"

We exchanged similar sexual banter for another hour and then my shift was up. "See you tonight, T-Kat! And I'm still not admitting my problem is getting over Angie!"

"Right, Elevator! But it's Angie for sure! See you later!" And she laughed.

Katrina was right about my being lovesick over Angie. But there was no way she was going to figure out what had really happened. I couldn't tell her, and besides, who would ever believe it?

I got back to the pool about 7:45, and Katrina had already gotten most things put away. Promptly at 8:00 she chased out the last swimmers - a family of four - and locked the gate. "Go ahead and start your weight routine, Don. I'll take care of the chemicals and readings. As soon as you get back from your run, I'll start my laps. I need to do at least four miles tonight."

"Jeez, T-Kat! We'll be here for hours!" I whined.

She stared at me, disbelief covering her face. "Make you a bet, Donnie! While you cool off after your run, I'll swim a mile. Then while you swim your one, measly mile, I'll swim three more and still be done before you are. Bet?"

This was going to be easy! "Sure. What does the winner get?"

"How about . . . the loser gives all his clothes to the winner and goes home naked?"

"It's a bet, but it'll be the loser giving HER clothes to the winner and going home naked!"

Katrina just grinned. "Go ahead! Do your weight routine, but don't run too fast! You're going to need your strength, Dumbo-Don!"

Katrina helped me move the weights around. As soon as I was done, I changed into shorts and combat boots and took off for my run. I was clearly starting to get out of shape, and it took me more than thirteen minutes to finish the two miles. I still knew I would win the bet.

As I got back to the pool, Katrina yelled for me to turn on the pool lights. "I have to see the bottom spots so I can make my turns!" She yelled.

I went down to the pump room and threw the switch, then I took off my boots and walked back up to the pool. She hadn't been kidding about being unable to train in her tiny outfit! The first thing I saw was Katrina's bikini lying by the side of the pool. Then I saw Katrina swimming naked in the blueish underwater lights. She was doing the crawl, so all I could see was her backside. But it was still incredibly arousing to watch her!

My first hint that I might have a problem came as she reached the end of the pool. While I knew HOW to do a racing turn, and while I can TEACH them to the beginners, Katrina could really DO them. She spotted the black square on the pool bottom, did a forward half-somersault and a half twist, then pushed off from the wall heading the opposite direction at full speed. When I did them, I splashed so much water I had trouble getting my breath after each turn. She did turns so smoothly she made them look effortless. And she did them really fast, so she was going to gain a few seconds on me with every turn. But she still had to do three times as many laps - and turns - as I did, so it wouldn't make any difference! Sure!

When I swam laps, I used an old abacus to count every four laps, or 100 meters. She used something similar to an abacus, but she only stopped to tally every eight laps. Hell, she was almost a pro! I was standing directly over her counter when she reached out, made an adjustment, and resumed swimming. I caught a brief glimpse of her bare breasts and then she was gone. My erection was throbbing hard inside my running shorts. She had really nice breasts! Heck, she had a really nice body! And face! And smile! And eyes!




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 1



Other than her turns, she wasn't moving particularly fast, so I was still confident I could beat her. After all, she had to do three miles to my one - and those three after she had already swum one mile and would be starting to get tired. I cooled off from my run after about ten minutes, and I went back to the pump room and changed into my swim suit.

It took Katrina about twenty minutes to complete her first mile, sixty-four laps, and then she climbed out. "That's a mile! Let's do it!" I usually swam my mile faster than that, so I was extremely confident. She stood about three feet in front of me, stark naked and dripping wet. Her lithe, muscular body was beautifully rounded into an incredible female form. She was completely shaved. Even her pubic hair was shaved, and I could see the front of her slit as she stood there. I was already hard from watching her swim, but now my penis began to ache. "Unless you're afraid to skinny-dip with me, take your suit off, Don, and let's go!"

I untied my drawstring and dropped my suit. Katrina laughed. "This is swimming, not the pole vault! Bet that log slows you down!" Then she turned back to the pool. She had an incredible behind, too! "Ready? GO!" We dived in and swam in adjacent lanes.

She had suckered me, big time. Her pace was at least twice as fast as she had been swimming before, and she completed her first turn before I was halfway down the pool. I stupidly picked up my own pace to try to catch up to her, and by the end of the first 100 meters, I was having trouble getting my breath. Katrina began to swim even faster. I realized that her first mile had just been a warmup. Now she was really pushing herself.

I couldn't keep up with her and I couldn't recover my breath. Katrina finished her 192 laps before I had done 55. She climbed out, yelled that she had won, and began practicing naked racing dives while I slogged my way through my final nine laps. When I finally finished, I was too tired to climb out of the pool, so I just pulled myself around the side of the pool to the shallow end where I could support myself on my knees while I got my breath back. It was my fastest mile ever, and she had done three - in less time!

Finally I dragged myself out and flopped onto my back, still breathing hard and gasping for air. I had a headache and my whole body felt like jelly. My heart was pounding hard and much too fast. I kept trying to take that one, deep breath that would shift my heart to a lower gear, but it wouldn't go. I began to sweat profusely, but I was too tired to crawl back into the pool to cool off.

My eyes were closed. I heard Katrina do some more dives, then silence. Suddenly water began to drip onto my chest and face, and I opened my eyes and looked up. Katrina was straddling me, looking down at my face. I stared at her shaved pussy directly above me. There was just enough light from the pool for me to see it clearly. Beautiful! But then I have always liked looking at pussies!

Katrina squatted, and leaned down until her face was close to my groin. "You're in worse shape than I thought!" She said, then giggled. "You can't get it up, but at least you're looking in the right place to put it!" Her pussy was only inches in front of my face. Her outer labia were open.

Suddenly Katrina frowned. She squatted down and felt my pulse in my carotid artery. "C'mon! Get up! Your heart is beating much too fast! You can't just stop exercise like this! Let's walk it out!" There was a sudden tone of concern in her voice. Katrina dragged me to my feet and she swatted me on my bare bottom to get me walking. We walked around the pool several times. Katrina stayed behind me, and smacked my behind whenever I started to slow down. I felt myself starting to recover. Swat! I finally felt my heart drop to a slower rate, but still beating hard. I no longer felt so hot.

Swat! I was finally almost back to normal, although my breathing was still really deep. I started thinking about Katrina walking naked behind me, and I felt my penis rising! Finally! As we passed the deep end of the pool, I slowed down. Katrina stepped closer to swat me.

Swat! I whirled, caught one of her arms, and threw myself into the pool, pulling her after me. Katrina tried to pull away, but I outweighed her and I held on. She was yelling something, but I couldn't hear because of all the splashing. Once in the water she pulled out of my grasp and lunged toward the shallow end.

I threw myself at her, and landed on her legs just as she kicked. I grabbed her right ankle as she kicked me in the chest with her left leg. I felt the pool bottom under my feet. I pulled myself up her right leg keeping my body between her legs. I wrapped both arms around her back and crushed her naked pussy against my waist. I stood up. My face was between her bouncing breasts. Katrina was jerking her legs and pounding on my back with her hands, trying to get away.

I opened my mouth and sucked as much of her left breast as I could get into my mouth. Still sucking as hard as I could, I rubbed my tongue rapidly back and forth on her nipple. Katrina abruptly stopped struggling.

I was still short of breath, so I had to release her breast to breathe. I looked up and Katrina was grinning at me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, then reached under her buttocks and grabbed my penis. It was completely hard. "Welcome back, Elevator!" She giggled.

She lifted her left breast and examined it. "I know it's a little bigger than the right one, but now it's also got a big, red hickie and the right one feels left out!" She pouted at me, but there was an excited sparkle in her eyes.

I gave her right breast the suck and lick treatment, too. Katrina giggled and hugged me, and I started to giggle too. When we stopped, Katrina stared at me until our breathing was more normal. Even in the pale light inside the pool, I had that same strange feeling I had felt in the afternoon. Her eyes hid nothing from me, and I could almost read her thoughts. As if she had willed it so, I felt my penis get even harder.

Katrina slowly lowered herself until her pussy was pressing against my fully-erect penis. Her face was directly in front of me. I kissed her. Her tongue darted between my lips and began to explore my mouth. I'd never kissed a woman whose tongue was so long! Her lips pulled and played against mine, and it was perhaps the most romantic and sexy kiss I'd ever received.

Katrina broke our kiss, stared into my eyes, and reached down and guided my penis into her. She was tight, but I could feel myself slowly going deeper and deeper into her. I hit bottom with an inch or so of my penis still outside her. Her eyes never left mine.

Katrina giggled. "Guess you're not used to girls whose abdominals are firm, huh, Don? You just push your dork in and shove stuff aside, right? Well, my muscles are in shape, and I have to sort of relax and rearrange things!" Katrina twisted herself and flexed her hips, and she slowly took me the rest of the way in. "You're just a little thicker than my boyfriend at college! God! This feels really neat!"

Katrina began to slide up and down my penis, twisting her body and clenching her vagina as she did so. "I thought I'd never get laid this summer! I really needed this! Oh fuck yes! Yessss! AH! OH! YES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Katrina pulled me hard into her as she climaxed. I could feel strong, pulsing contractions rippling up her body from her crotch to her chest.

As they subsided, Katrina lay back, almost floating, breathing hard. Just her face and breasts were above the water. My penis was still hard and completely inside her. I began to slowly twist and turn my penis. Her vagina was so muscular she could almost squeeze me out of her pussy!

I moved in and out. My strokes got longer and faster, and Katrina sat back up and wrapped herself around me again. "Gonna do me again, Don baby? This time I'll bring you off, too!"

Again she did her up-and-down slide with the twisting, but her vaginal clenching was now completely synchronized with my thrusts. I started going long and fast, and she kept up. I could feel she was at the brink, but she kept looking at my face with an open-mouthed smile on her face. I could feel her eyes boring into mine, pulling at my thoughts and feelings.

Katrina knew when I started to get close. She began to squeeze harder as I pumped, and I felt heat spreading out from the base of my penis and spreading through my body. Her vagina felt incredibly hot around my penis! I felt my penis rubbing against her cervix and I began to cum. It had been a long time since Angie, and I ejaculated at least a half-dozen times. Hard.

I think I moaned loudly with each ejaculation, but Katrina's screams drowned me out. When I was finally drained, my legs were so weak I had trouble holding both our heads above water.

As my erection faded, Katrina slipped off me. I held her, and we kissed and cuddled for several minutes. Then she jerked herself away from me, swam to the side, and hopped out! "You're goin' home naked, Elevator man! This I've got to see!"

I followed Katrina back to the pump room and watched her get dressed. As I had mentioned, she didn't wear a bra, and her nipples were magnificently defined through her T-shirt. She gathered up my clothes, including my sandals, and grinned at me. I was again fully erect. "That was pretty good for a charity fuck! I'm kinda glad I gave it to you!"

"CHARITY FUCK! Gee, thanks, T-Kat! You sure know how to make a guy feel important!"

"Well, I knew you were pretending you were fucking Angie, and that was my gift to you."

"T-Kat, I wasn't thinking of anyone but you. I assure you I've NEVER felt a pussy like yours! Hell, most of them are covered with fur!"

She laughed. "I apologize! So it wasn't charity - this time. But I really tried to give you a pump-room quickie on our joint birthday 'cause you were looking so bad, but you just excused yourself and walked away. Thanks for building up my ego!"

"But I walked in and caught you dressing! I didn't know . . ."

"Do you have any idea how long I stood there naked, waiting for you? You took forever to get from your car to the pump room! I kept pulling on my nipples to make them hard, and you didn't even notice!"

"Difficult as it may be to believe, I wasn't in the mood. My reaction surprised me, too!"

"Reaction? Your lack of reaction is more like it! Well I'm dressed and it's getting late, so point that nice, stiff penis up the stairs and head on back to your apartment!"

"I'll need my keys, T-Kat!"

Katrina dug my car keys out of my shorts, and tossed them to me. Then she hooted and hollered as I slowly and painfully walked naked and barefoot across the gravel lot to my car. As I drove away, she was right behind me in her car. She followed me all the way back to the parking lot for my apartment. Her headlights illuminated the interior of my car, putting my nakedness on display.

Several people were moving around the building when I arrived, so I stayed in my car, figuring I'd have a better chance of getting to my apartment unnoticed if I waited for a few minutes. Katrina jumped into the passenger side of my car. "How're you going to get in, Don? I don't think this . . ." And she grabbed my limp penis, ". . . will work in the lock! I've still got your apartment key." She rubbed my penis until it was stiff, then released it and grinned.

She was right. I felt more than a little stupid. "OK, so can I have my door key, please?"

"Sure! But you'll have to come to my apartment to get it!"

"Your apartment? I thought you were living at home."

"Nope! After a year at college, I got used to lots of things, and I told Mom that I might be bringing guys home to sleep with me whenever I wanted sex! She talked Dad into helping me get an apartment!"

"You were bluffing, right?" She grinned at me. "How many guys have you actually brought back to your apartment this summer?" Was I jealous? Maybe I was beginning to recover from losing Angie! I was certainly able to screw again! And I was hard!

"Unfortunately you're the first. I'm in B 23, right over there." She pointed at a nearby building with a big B on the side. "That's B, like in my cup size, in case you forget!" She grinned at me.

I grinned, too. "Good! Your building's a lot closer to the car then mine! Hey, I didn't know we were neighbors!"

"Nice of you to notice! We have been all summer! And tonight I'm the neighbor with your clothes and key!"

"So what do I have to do to get them back?"

"I'm going to take everything to my apartment. As soon as I'm inside, I'll wait exactly ten minutes. If you don't show up by then, I'll take your stuff outside and start scattering it around in the most public places I can find!"

"Katrina, are you serious? Can't I just wait here a few more minutes? It's like rush hour! People are coming out all over the place! It's the time people go out on Saturday night!"

"Ten minutes! Heck, in an hour or so this place will be deserted! I want you to enjoy the challenge of avoiding people! Bye!"

Katrina hopped out of my car, grabbed my stuff from the front seat of hers, and headed for her building. Just as she got there, I saw a group of at least a dozen people come out. A few seconds later, several more came out.

I waited a couple of minutes, and there was no more activity from Building B. But I didn't have my watch - Katrina did! - so I didn't dare waste any more time. I slipped out of my car and dodged from car to car, crouching down to try to stay out of the lights. I managed to avoid people, too.

There was a thirty-food sidewalk leading from the parking lot to her building, and I decided it was time to make the run. I took off. My penis was erect again, and it flapped as I ran . . . I was just reaching for the door when three college-age women came out. When they saw me, they froze, completely blocking the doorway. I came to a stop almost touching them with my erection, and they giggled. One of them stepped directly in front of me and asked, "Who are you, excited naked guy?"

"Rent-A-Dork! We deliver!" I replied as I pushed her aside and ran into the building. I could hear all three laughing as I ran into the stairwell.

I ran up one flight, then peeked into the hallway. All clear! I ran down to Apartment 23 and knocked. Nothing happened. I knocked again. Still nothing!

Surely I hadn't taken ten minutes! I pounded on the door. "Katrina! Let me in!"

The door slowly opened, and then Katrina's grinning face appeared in the doorway. "Yes? May I help you? Are you here for a delivery or a pick-up?"

I pushed my way in, and turned around. Katrina was standing behind the door in a short, nearly transparent, yellow robe. She closed the door, grinned at me, and wrapped herself around me. Her long tongue quickly found its way into my mouth and began to move around.

I finally broke the kiss. "T-Kat, what's going on? I mean I'd love to make love to you some more, but how come you're so . . . interested? You never let on that you wanted . . ."

"To fuck you?" Katrina finished. "Hell yes! I've had a crush on you since I was fourteen! Are you dense or stupid or both?"

"T-Kat, you were just a kid four years ago! I never . . ."

"Yeah, yeah, you never did anything improper then, and I finally got over it. At least you copped a feel last year! But let's break training and have a couple of beers and I'll explain my problem."

I watched her body move under the robe as she got the beers from the refrigerator. We sat together on her couch and I ran my eyes up and down her body as we drank. "Well, one problem would be a big one. What if I get you knocked up?" I asked. "Hell, what if I already have?"

"Your exceedingly generous deposit is still dripping out of me, thank you very much, but not to worry! First, I just finished my period yesterday. And second, I'm going to be in training every day from now until the summer's over."

That I didn't understand. "What's training got to do with not getting pregnant? Don't you have sex when you train?"

"Stupid! When I start seriously working out, my periods stop. Completely. It's something to do with the intensity level of the exercise or something. But it also makes me hornier than hell! My ovulation stops, but my desire for sex increases!"

"So you're inconceivable, but not insurmountable or inscrutable?" I joked?

"Hah! Cute! But you're right. I found this out as soon as soon as I started training hard last season. My roommate was into girl-girl sex, and we tried that for a while, but I needed something more. That's when I shaved my pubes, by the way. For my roommate. Then one of the guys on the men's swim team asked me out, and ever since we've been a number."

"So why not go visit him? Whadya need me for? Not that I mind, but . . ."

"Look! We're not engaged or anything! We just sleep together, every night except just before swim meets. I LIKE the feeling of a penis ejaculating inside me, but I don't want to sleep around. I LIKE waking up and finding a man wrapped around me in my bed. I'm used to it, and I miss it! He's not here and I won't see him until we get back to school. And I'm horny. That's what you're for!"

"So you don't want . . ." 

"I DON'T want another boyfriend! I DO want someone to fuck me! And I picked you since, well, I thought you could get it up more than once a night and you looked like you could use a little pussy!"

I stared at her body so beautifully displayed through the nearly transparent fabric of her yellow robe. I could even see the hickies I'd sucked onto on her breasts, and as I stared, her nipples stiffened and pushed against the thin cloth. Katrina reached over the began to fondle my balls and erect penis. She was smiling, "Do we have a deal, Don? We screw each other as much as we can until we both go back to college? Just purely athletic sex at least twice a night, with no romantic strings attached?"

"Hell yes! But how long are we talking here? I have to go back . . ."

"I know! I checked the guarding schedule! You have 29 more days, but I have to leave after 25 more. My team workouts start the Saturday before classes."

"So twice a night. Fifty times. You want us to do it fifty times before the end of summer. How do we count them? If I get you to climax twice, is that a double? Like earlier in the pool?"

"C'mon, Don! You're the weak link! We count your ejaculations as long as I get off each time too!"

I usually ejaculated several times when I had sex, so this was going to be easy! But then Katrina saw me grinning, figured out what I was thinking, and said, "Let me amend that! If you shoot your wad several times a few seconds apart, that counts as only one fuck! Like in the pool! Agreed? Are you back from the doldrums? Can you get it up and fill me with cream twice a night? Are you a Don Juan, or a Don One?"

"Nice one, T-Kat! But forget twice a day! Let's go for a century! Four times a day for the next twenty-five days!"

"Hah! And you're the one who thought he could out-swim me! You just don't know your own limitations, Elevator Don! Four times a day? For more than three weeks? No way!"

"Wanna bet?" I asked and grinned at her. With her competitive streak, I doubted she would turn this bet down.

"Sure. But what are the stakes? We'll have to settle before we go back to college 'cause then we'll be several hundred miles apart."

"Maybe not! Grab a calendar!" I said. We found that our Christmas breaks coincided, extending to the January 4. I grinned at her. "If I win, you agree to the following terms. First, we both lie to our families, to our lovers, to everyone - and tell them that by December 31 we have to be somewhere else - back at school or home or whatever. Second, I'll get us a hotel room in . . . (I named a large city about halfway between our two colleges.). Third, we'll each drive to the hotel and we check-in as man-and-wife on December 31. Fourth, except when we leave the room, you will remain completely naked. Fifth, we'll tease each other, but we will not screw until just before the new year begins. Sixth, at midnight we'll bring in the new year while fucking our brains out. Seventh, thereafter we'll have sex as many times and in as many ways as we can manage until checkout time on January 4. Now, what do you want if you win, T-Kat?"




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 1



Katrina gave me a huge grin. "That's pretty hard to top! I'd almost like to lose!" She thought for a couple of minutes. "Tell you what. Same deal, but the loser pays for the hotel room, meals, and everything else between December 31 and the time we check out four days later. And both of us stay naked. Another condition: If you can't give me a good, creamy fuck at least fifty times before I head back to college, or if either of us gets tired of having sex with the other before I leave, the deal's off. Finally, other than the minimal amount of communication necessary for us to coordinate everything, we agree we will not talk or write to each other before December 31 once I leave for college. Is it a bet?"

My penis was sticking straight up. If I could fuck Katrina at least twice a day for the next three-and-a half weeks, I would have a truly memorable New Year's Eve celebration. The only question was which of us would pay for it. What a deal, win or lose!

"It's a bet! And I accept the conditions! Let's write them down, one copy for each of us!"

It took us about ten minutes to write everything down. We both signed each copy of the agreement. We were giggling, felling really silly and very, very sexy.

"Now we REALLY need to keep an accurate count of the number of times we do it!" I noted. "I guess we could always use a bean jar!"

Katrina looked puzzled. Apparently children from upper-crust homes - even sexually-liberated young women like Katrina - didn't know about that lower-class tradition, so I explained. "Newlyweds put a bean into a jar each time they have sex during the first year of their marriage. Then after their first anniversary they take a bean out each time. Supposedly no married couple ever runs out of beans."

Katrina laughed, then hugged and kissed me. "I have a better idea!" Katrina let go of me and went into the kitchen. She returned with a marker board and a red marker. She erased what was on it and wrote "Don Creams Kitty's Pussy" across the top.

"Each time you perform satisfactorily, I'll tally it and we'll keep track of how many you manage to do!" She said.

"Satisfactorily? I hope I'm better than that! Do you want me to call you Kitty, now? How about Pussy? How about . . ."

She grinned. "I like it best when you call me T-Kat! Just like our first year at the pool! Nobody else does that anymore!" She erased "Kitty" and wrote "T-Kat" in its place.

"Can we count the ones from earlier tonight?"

"No way! That was before we had a deal! And you only shot your wad once, anyway, so it was only 'one', not 'ones'!" She handed me my clothes and my apartment key. "Now go get what you need to spend the night here and let's see if there's still some ink in your pen!"

"Don't you mean lead in my pencil? T-Kat, you have an apartment mate. Won't my sleeping with you upset her?"

"Ruth's an E.R. nurse at the hospital. She works most nights and sleeps days. I only see her in the mornings and occasionally on weekends. As it happens, she's working tonight. We aren't going to bother her a bit. She's really beautiful, so I'll make certain that you're too tired to screw when she's around!"

I quickly dressed, raced over to my apartment, and brought back some toiletries and a few clean clothes. Katrina opened the door as soon as I knocked. She sniffed. "You're sweaty! Take a shower and then let's go to bed."

I peeled off my clothes and pointed to my erection. "Shower with me, T-Kat! I want to do you every time I can get it up! Or are you chicken?"

"Hah! There's no way any guy can out-fuck a healthy, athletic girl like me! Any time you get it up and we can be alone together, let's go for it!" With that she tossed off her yellow robe and pulled me into the shower. It surprised me a little that, as otherwise uninhibited as Katrina obviously was, she still insisted on having sex without people watching. Well, we all have our little quirks.

I've always enjoyed shower sex, and I earned my first tally on the scoreboard a few minutes later. Katrina climaxed and screamed like she was being killed, and I shot a couple of wads into her, even though it was a little difficult doing it standing up. We got into her bed around 11:30.

I woke up around 2:00 and took a leak. When I crawled back into bed, I began to cuddle Katrina, spooning against her back and muscular behind. I caressed her breasts and her nipples got hard. She moaned with each touch. My dork quickly got hard and I slipped it into her from behind. She spread her legs and twisted halfway around, and a few minutes later we both had loud orgasms. We slept until about 7:00 with our arms and legs wrapped around each other. I could feel her firm muscles just beneath her skin whenever she changed position. The healthy strength in her body as I held her made me feel incredibly, primitively masculine - and eager to mate!

Katrina woke up first, and she sat up and began playing with my penis. I quickly got hard, and she straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my erection. Once again I felt a bump as I bottomed out part-way in, but Katrina flexed and I felt and heard a squish as our bodies came together. She had a wonderful smile on her face. "MMMMM! That feels so nice!" She said. Katrina didn't move at all. She simply held me inside her. She smiled and hummed as her vagina squeezed and released my penis.

Katrina then began to move slowly up and down as she squeezed me. I watched her labia pucker out around my penis as she rose then disappear as she slowly descended. Katrina followed my gaze and watched for several slow in-and-out cycles. Then we stared into each other's eyes. Katrina slow-fucked me for several minutes, and I could feel the pressure building. "MMH! You're driving me crazy, T-Kat! I'm right on the edge! MMMH!"

Katrina continued to slowly move up and down, squeezing me hard. Without breaking eye contact with her, I reached up and began to caress her breasts. I looked into her eyes and slowly applied pressure to her hard nipples. I could see her eyes getting darker as pleasure caused her pupils to dilate. We were both breathing through open our mouths. Katrina began to moan, "NNNH! This is overpowering me! MMM! I've never . . . OH! AAAH! EEEEEEE!"

Katrina was halfway off me when her climax hit. She opened her eyes wide, then quickly closed them and leaned her head back. Her vagina squeezed hard, and I felt hard, slow pulses on my penis. As her orgasm increased in intensity, the muscles in her abdomen rippled. I ejaculated several times, and we both screamed loudly, over and over. As she slowly lowered herself onto my penis, our combined juices were forced out of her and they flooded over us. She finally lowered herself until she was lying on top of me. I could feel the ripples in her abdomen as her orgasm slowly wound down. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, then Katrina rolled off me, lay on her back, and began to gently snore. I just stared at the beautiful, naked woman lying beside me. I leaned down and gently kissed first her nipples, then her lips. She smiled but didn't open her eyes.

Incredibly powerful feelings and emotions surged through me, keeping me awake. As they subsided, I slowly returned to normal. I was really wiped out, but I was also starved after all the exercise and sex. I got up, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed for her kitchenette to see what I could fix for breakfast. My penis felt wet and sticky against my thighs.

I suddenly came face-to-face with a relatively short, really pretty woman approximately my own age, wearing a bathrobe. She was pouring herself some orange juice. "Hi, you must be Ruth!" I said, proclaiming the obvious as I extended my hand. "I'm Don."

Ruth gave me a thin smile and shook my hand. "Hi, Don. I just got in a few minutes ago and I heard you two going at it. I hope you don't plan to do that while I'm trying to sleep!"

I laughed. "I think you're safe! I hope we didn't embarrass you."

Ruth grinned. "Hardly. K.T.'s been so jumpy the last couple of weeks. I've been expecting her to bring a guy home. Are you moving in?"

"Not really, but I'll probably be around a lot - at least until she heads back to college. I'm actually sort of a neighbor. I have an apartment in building C." I opened the refrigerator door and looked inside.

"My, isn't that handy for you! What are you looking for?"

"I'm hungry - starved, actually - and I thought I'd cook something. Hey, don't worry! I'll replace anything I eat!"

Ruth laughed loudly. "After what I just heard you two doing, I'm not surprised you're hungry! How come K.T. isn't out here, too?"

"She's asleep. Guess I tired her out."

Ruth grinned at me. "I seriously doubt you're man enough to wear her out! But she has been keeping long hours lately, what with working at the pool and helping clean her parents' house. What say I cook up some bacon? That smell always gets her out of bed."

"I'd love some bacon, thanks. Maybe a couple of eggs, too?"

"Judging from the noise she made I'd say that it's K.T. who owes you a really big breakfast, but sure, I'll cook you some eggs too. I'll make enough for the three of us. I've also got some potatoes I'll fry up."

Katrina appeared in the kitchen two minutes after the bacon began sizzling in the pan. She was wearing an extremely short cotton robe, and she had that a beautiful, puffy, just-fucked look on her face. "Got enough for me, too?" She asked. Katrina and I shared a brief kiss.

Ruth glanced at Katrina's legs and laughed. "Judging from what I heard and from the way you look right now, you'll eat everything I've got in the pan!"

Katrina glanced down, saw the obvious cum and pussy-juice stains on her thighs, and blushed. Ruth gave me an amused look, and I blushed, too. Ruth snickered, then returned to the cooking. "How'd you like your eggs, Don?"

"Just call him 'Elevator,' Ruth!" Katrina chimed in before I could answer.

"Oh, he's that one, is he!" And Ruth laughed once again. "No wonder you brought him home!" She giggled.

"How about up?" I answered her question, and both women broke into peals of laughter.

Katrina picked up a pen and put three tally marks on our chart. Ruth leaned down and took a good look at it. She read aloud, "Don Creams T-Kat's Pussy," then laughed. "You mean I only got to hear the third one? No wonder you look and smell like you do, K.T." And Ruth laughed again. She finally stopped, but she kept chuckling and grinning as she worked at the stove. "'T-Kat!' You've already got a pet name for Katrina, Don? That's cute!" Ruth said.

"It's a long story!" I muttered. Ruth kept glancing at me, grinning, and muttering 'T-Kat! That's so cute!' under her breath.

"K.T., why don't you make us some toast. This'll be ready in a couple of minutes. Elevator, wanna get the paper? It should be here by now."

I left the room and they giggled about Katrina and my nicknames as I went to the front door. I opened it, picked up the paper, and returned to the kitchen table. Ruth was just putting out the breakfast.

I was a little sweaty, and Katrina truly exuded the mixed aromas of our sexual activity, but nothing seemed to affect anyone's appetite, Katrina's in particular. We had a relaxed conversation during breakfast, and then we sat for a few minutes drinking coffee. I liked Ruth. She didn't seem to mind that I had spent the night sleeping with her friend, and she wasn't at all judgmental or critical. If anything she was amused that Katrina and I were having such loud sex. Katrina explained why I called her "T-Kat," and Ruth chuckled.

I began to yawn. "What's the problem, Don? Too tired to go to work?" Katrina asked with a big grin.

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't think I got enough sleep last night. Something kept me up!" Katrina gave me a sour look, and Ruth laughed.

"Tell you what." Katrina replied. "I'm tired, too, but not like you! I'll take your shift this morning and you can sleep some more, and relieve me this afternoon. Then I'll take a nap and come back up and we can work out together at 8:00."

I quickly agreed, and I said I'd go back to bed as soon as I'd read a little news. We divided up the newspaper. Ruth was reading the first section, and when she turned it over to read the back, Katrina nudged me and pointed to a headline on the front of Ruth's section. "Local Man Faces New Rape Charges."

"That's Bud - The Stud - Jacobson. I saw him at the pool earlier this summer. He was going steady with Angie Hamilton. I heard a rumor that he'd been arrested after trying to rape her, but that boat didn't float 'cause she didn't ever act like anything had happened to her. But they did arrest him. I saw her nearly every day at the pool until her family went on vacation last week. You remember Angie, don't you, Don?" Katrina asked. She locked eyes with me, then grinned. She leaned forward and read from the paper that Ruth was holding up. My attention was immediately focused on Katrina's naked, muscular behind which was completely exposed as she bent her body forward.

"Wow! This says that there are more than a dozen girls claiming he raped them! He's really in a lot of trouble!" Katrina remarked. She sat down again, unfortunately concealing the object of my immediate interest.

Ruth put the paper down and looked at us. "If you'll promise to keep this quiet, I'll let you in on a big secret that they're keeping away from the press. Promise?"

Katrina and I nodded. Ruth's face showed concern. "Bud won't be raping anyone again. Ever. He was our big case in the E.R. last night."

"What do you mean by ever? Those guys never change, do they? They never stop raping women?" Katrina asked.

Ruth looked grim. "They don't, usually. He had bled a lot and he was in shock. We almost lost him. Probably too bad we didn't. Somehow, somebody got into his cell and cut off his penis and scrotum, right at the point where they connect to the abdomen. It took two surgeons and three of us nurses almost two hours just to stabilize him. He's under guard in the I.C.U."

"His penis and balls?" I asked. "Couldn't they sew them back on or something?"

Ruth grimaced. "I saw what was left of his famous, oversized penis. It was cut up into little pieces and they couldn't save any of it. And he didn't have any testicles, anyway. Those had been replaced with prosthetics that night last month when he was arrested. Somebody had smashed them and the surgeon removed them."

"Can't they do anything? I mean, I think Bud is a monster, but this! This is barbaric!" Katrina asked.

"Sure, but why bother? Who's going to pay to put a prosthetic penis on a rapist?" Ruth responded. "Right now he's got a catheter. Once he heals, he'll be urinating like you and me, K.T., not like a man."

"I've got nothing good to say about Bud, but still . . ." I began.

"I think if you asked the girls he's raped, they'd say he got EXACTLY what he deserved!" Ruth interrupted. "I was on duty when several of them were brought in, broken and bleeding from his assault. That piece of garbage didn't just rape them, he hurt them badly. One poor girl had to have extensive cosmetic surgery to repair her vagina. Most of them had been beaten, too. I'm not shedding any tears for Bud, Don!"

"Do they know who did it?" Katrina asked.

"No. He was locked in his cell when they found him, and the other three inmates, all locked in different cells, claimed they didn't see or hear a thing. At least that's what I heard from the officers last night. It was also plain from damage to his anus that he'd been raped several days ago. That, at least, is poetic justice, isn't it?"

I felt myself getting faint as I vividly remembered the video Doris had shown me of Bud getting gang-raped in jail. That had happened in the same jail, and there had never been anything in the news about it. Stuff like this just didn't get reported. The women noticed. "Are you OK, Don?" Ruth asked. "You're getting pale."

I felt dizzy and I couldn't speak for a few seconds. "I'll be fine. Just give me a minute." I said. I finally managed to fight off the anxiety attack that had nearly overcome me.

Ruth continued. "Their story is obviously complete bullshit. Bud must have screamed to wake the dead, so they either did it to him or they saw who did. Obviously one of the guards had to let someone into his cell, so there are other people involved besides the men in the other cells."

"And his testicles? They were phony?" Katrina asked. She glanced over at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"We prefer to say prosthetics, but yes. An officer told me that somebody had kicked him in the groin and crushed them while he was attempting to rape a young girl." Ruth replied.

"ANGIE!" Katrina suddenly shouted. She stared at me, her puzzled expression gone. "Now I understand! There was a rumor running around the pool for a couple of days after Bud was arrested that you saved Angie from being raped! She didn't act like anything had happened, so the story died down. But It was true! You kicked Bud in the balls and broke up the rape! And that's how you managed . . . "

"I didn't kick him that hard!" I stupidly interrupted, instantly realizing that I shouldn't have said anything at all.

"Don's probably right!" Ruth said. "There's scuttlebutt among the nursing staff that Bud's testicles weren't seriously injured, but that they were removed because somebody important wanted him castrated. The Hamilton family is powerful enough to pull that off. They practically own the hospital."

I felt panic welling up inside me again. I couldn't let this story get out! I didn't dare let my connection to Angie become public! At the very least my balls were on the line! Both women were staring at me with strange looks in their eyes.

"C'mon, T-Kat! I was just making a joke! Do I look big enough to take Bud on?" I asked, backpedaling fast, trying to cover up my earlier mistake. "Get real! You're concocting this story out of thin air!"

There was complete silence for about thirty seconds as the two women continued to stare at me. I began to sweat profusely. I still felt light-headed. I knew they hadn't bought it. The dizzy feeling started coming back.

"You're not telling us the truth, Don." Ruth calmly said. "But you look scared to death. Whatever happened, if you're afraid to talk about it, then maybe we'd better just let it go. Just tell me one thing. Are you in trouble with the police?"

I shook my head. "No, but please don't get me dragged into this mess with Bud!"

"Her parents made you break up with Angie, didn't they?" Katrina asked softly. I looked at her and saw both concern and sympathy on her face.

She was almost right. "Don't push it, Katrina, dammit! You could get me into big, big trouble!" I was so upset I had called her by her real name. But my outburst had stopped the dizzy feeling.

Katrina started to speak, but Ruth stopped her. "K.T., I'll bet the high-and-mighty Hamiltons didn't want anyone to find out that the pool help was making it with their daughter and they broke them up. The thing with Bud is something else. Don, am I close?"

"This isn't a game of twenty questions, Ruth! Please! Let's just drop it!" I replied. My anger was almost getting me past my fear.

Ruth turned to Katrina. "If I'm right, the Hamiltons would be really pissed if somebody connected Angie to Don, particularly if the two of them were having sex. It certainly wouldn't do Don or Angie any good, so he's right. Let's drop it."

Katrina opened her mouth a couple of times as if she wanted to talk about it more. Ruth glanced at me and then turned back to Katrina and said, in a firm - almost angry - voice, "K.T.! You remember when I told you about the rich guy who was fucking his way through the nursing staff - and making sure that any woman who wouldn't put out got fired? Even the married ones?"

"You said that guy really liked rough sex and hurting you! That was Bob Hamilton?" Katrina asked.




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 1



Ruth nodded. "One of the woman interns complained to the hospital administrator that Hamilton had raped her, and she was fired on the spot. Money talks! She threatened to file a criminal complaint, and that same night she got gang-raped by four intruders in her home. She left town the first day she was well enough to drive. That was a week before he got to me."

"He . . . Hamilton raped you?" I asked.

"I still have my job! What the fuck do you think? I'm just glad he only did it once! Guess I didn't scream enough!" Ruth replied. "But I know it's better if we say clear of that family. Drop it, K.T.! Really! If Don's involved with them in ANY way, it's better to leave it alone!"

Katrina nodded. "Guys always cause trouble when they think with their balls, don't they?" Katrina asked and looked at me.

I nodded ruefully and both women smiled knowingly. They resumed reading the paper, occasionally glancing over at me. I picked up the comics.

Katrina suddenly said, "At least that's a problem Bud won't have! Thinking with his balls!" Both women looked slightly amused, but I felt a little sick. Maybe I didn't have a woman's perspective about rape, but how could anyone find humor in what had happened to Bud? I could still see vivid scenes from that video in my head.

"WOMEN!" Ruth suddenly shouted. "Women cut up Bud's penis, not the other inmates!"

"Why do you think . . ." Katrina asked?

"Look, in the E.R. I've seen a lot of the crap that people do to each other. There aren't many guys who could slice up another guy's penis, no matter how much they hated him. Yeah, they could cut his penis off, but dice it up? No way! This was women!"

Katrina and I glanced at each other, then looked back at Ruth.

"Somebody arranged for some of Bud's victims - and probably some of their mothers - to get into Bud's cell last night. We'll never find out for sure, but I know women did this!"

"Ruth, I just can't believe any woman could do that! I know I couldn't!" Katrina said.

Ruth stared hard at Katrina. Then in a cold and deliberate voice said, "You aren't a rape victim. I am. If a few of Bob Hamilton's victims got together and tied him up, I'd take as many turns as they'd give me to cut parts off his penis and balls! I'll bet I could find enough nurses at the hospital to get it done! If I had to do ALL the cutting, I think I could cut his penis off, piece by piece. I KNOW I could! I'm afraid I want to, now that I think about it! Damn! I didn't know I felt things like that! I thought I was over that bastard and his . . . his . . . " Ruth put her coffee down and walked stiffly to her bedroom.

Katrina and I stared at each other. "What do you think, T-Kat? Could women do that to a man? I know she's right about one thing. It would be hard for most men to do it."

Katrina turned and stared out the window. She turned back to me and said, "I don't like to believe that ANYONE could do what was done to Bud. But yes, I think Ruth is right. Bud's victims probably did this to him. But they were helped by some powerful men, too. How else could they have gotten into Bud's cell?"

She hugged me, then kissed me hard. "I won't mention your involvement with Angie to anyone else again. Ruth has me scared. I've known her for a couple of years, and I've never seen that much hate in her. If she thinks SHE could do it to Bob Hamilton, well then . . ."

We clung to each other. She kissed me and looked into my face. "I'll take care of the dishes. Now go get some sleep and I'll see you later." She gave me another quick kiss. I went back to Katrina's bedroom. The video of Bud's being gang-raped was still vivid in my mind. The eggs felt like rocks in my stomach. I was covered with sweat, strange-smelling and clammy. It was the scent of fear, not sexual exertion.

I climbed into Katrina's shower and washed the clammy sweat from my body. Then I lay down in the large, sticky wet spot in Katrina's bed and quickly fell asleep. Katrina's scent on the bed helped suppress my memory of the video. I was vaguely aware of Katrina moving around for a few minutes. I felt a gentle kiss, then nothing.

I heard a buzzing and woke up. Katrina had set an alarm clock, and next to it was a note reminding me that I was due at the pool at 2:00. I had an hour to get cleaned up, grab some lunch, and get up there. Somehow I made it. I was really dragging, whether from the sexual activity or from the blind fear I felt for the Hamilton family, I really don't know. During my morning nap I had dreamed that somebody had been cutting my penis off, piece by piece, as I screamed. Remembering the dream made me tremble. Is that what had happened to Bud? Emasculation one piece at a time? Had the Hamiltons arranged it?

I relieved Katrina and tried to pay attention to the handful of people in the pool. I gradually felt myself returning to normal. The panic and fear finally faded completely away as I sat in the sunshine. There were also two pool bunnies doing their best to arouse me, and that helped, too! They giggled when they succeeded in getting me erect after flashing their nipples at me. They were nice nipples!

Around 6:00 Katrina came back with a sandwich for my supper. I had completely forgotten to pack something to eat and she had noticed. I thanked her, and she smiled and said, "I want you full of energy for your workout!" The look in her eyes told me that she wanted my energy for making love, not working out! Sometimes women are easy to figure out. Rarely, but sometimes!

Katrina returned again just before 8:00, and I did my weight routine and ran. Once again we swam our laps naked. I did a mile and Katrina swam five really fast miles. As soon as she recovered, we once again made loud and passionate love in the pool. Afterward we sprawled in some pool chairs and looked at the stars and talked. I felt a familiar stiffening, and we made slow and gentle love on the cushions. We were already attuned to each other, and we knew what buttons to push and where the various parts of our bodies best fit together.

We rinsed off and went back to Katrina's apartment. We made love again, then slept tangled together, our juices sticky on our bodies. We both had to take a leak around 5:30, and as soon as we were done, we cleaned our teeth and brought in the new day the best way a man and woman can. We finally calmed down. I was lying on top of Katrina and she was running her hands through my hair and making little sounds as we kissed. My penis slipped out of her. "Guess we're done!" She said. "Shall we nap for a few minutes or get up and eat early?"

"Who says we're done? We can eat here!" I replied. I began to kiss her breasts, then slowly moved down her abdomen. I reached the top of her slit.

"Don! I've never . . . at least not with a man! And not like this!"

I slid my tongue into her crease and kissed her button. Katrina jumped. I said, "You mean after making love? I can see my cum all over your pussy!" I began to lick and kiss her labia.

"But the taste! It must be . . . How can you . . ."

I crawled up Katrina's body until my face was above hers. I stared into her eyes, and once again I felt a strange heat inside me as she looked at me. "It's a mixture of both our sexual fluids. There's nothing that tastes anything like it. Nothing could taste better!"

Katrina looked into my eyes for a couple of seconds, then she nodded and smiled. I kissed her, and her tongue and mine rubbed and wrestled. We kissed until only a mild, residual taste of our coupling remained. "You're right! It tastes wonderful!" She said.

I moved back to Katrina's pussy and spent several minutes kissing and licking, getting her really aroused. When I could feel her orgasm approaching, I broke away and kissed her again. This time Katrina tried to devour the juices in my mouth! She began to rub her hips against my groin.

I was only semi-hard. "T-Kat, if you want to do it again, I'll need a little help! I need you to kiss and suck my penis until it gets hard."

"I've never . . . let a man put his penis in my mouth!"

"You'll be putting it in your mouth, not me! And you already know how it tastes! Think you're woman enough to get me hard? Do you really want to make love?"

Katrina grinned and looked into my eyes again. "Blackmailer! You get me all hot and bothered then push your luck! Oh well, what the heck?" She shoved me off her, then got between my legs. She picked up my sticky penis with two fingers, made a silly face, then looked at me. "If I get you hard, you better do a good job of fucking me!"

Katrina had fun. She quickly figured out how to get me hard, then teased me by licking up every trace of our earlier copulation. She even sucked the cum out of my pubic hair! When she kissed and sucked on my balls, they pulled up tight against my penis, and she giggled. She took me right to the edge several times, then stopped.

Katrina lay down on the bed, and pushed me aside so that she could spread her legs apart. "Think you're up for it, Elevator? Go for the penthouse!"

I put the head of my penis against the opening to Katrina's vagina, and I leaned forward and kissed her. I was so aroused I was trembling. This time Katrina's lips tasted of pussy and cum. As I started to enter her, I could feel that Katrina was trembling, too. I felt her squeezing me as I slid entirely into her. She felt incredible!

We were both so close! Each stroke brought us higher, but not quite there. I was gradually going faster and harder. Katrina was thrusting her hips against mine. We didn't last two dozen strokes. I felt her vagina begin to pulse, and my balls pulled painfully hard against my shaft as my penis enlarged. I felt several hard bursts of cum shoot from my penis, and my whole body shook. I felt a wonderful warm sense of pleasure spread from my groin, finally reaching from my upper thighs to my chest. As I began to calm down, I became aware that we were both screaming and groaning. I ejaculated again and we screamed together several times. Finally we moaned. Then we were silent.

We clung together until our breathing slowed down. We kissed, and Katrina still tasted of sex. There were tears drying on her face. I licked them off and kissed her. We held each other for twenty minutes or so, kissing, laughing, and cuddling. The post-play was more romantic than the sex had been.

All of a sudden Katrina exclaimed, "Oh shit! I thought we were too juicy! I wet myself!" I lifted myself off her, and sure enough, there was urine in her navel and the bed was damp underneath her.

I started to giggle, then we both began to laugh. "Most people like sex, but some people don't. You just say, 'Well, piss on it!'" I said, and we laughed some more. We got up, stripped the bed, and enjoyed a playfully erotic shower together.

Ruth was with us for breakfast again, and she made fun of our chart as Katrina added five more tallies. "You're like a couple of rabbits!" She said, then giggled. "But very LOUD rabbits!"

It was mid afternoon that same day, and the pool was suddenly empty. We could see and hear four golfers about a hundred yards away on the fifteenth tee. I leaned over to Katrina and whispered, "Take off your bikini and lie down on a cushion."

"Are you nuts? Those golfers will see us if we start to screw! And those two young mothers arrive with their kids every day about this time!"

"We've got almost a half hour. And I won't be undressed. Let's try it!"

Katrina smiled, then she lay down and stripped off her bikini. She lay spread-eagled on her back on the cushion, grinning at me. "Looks like the elevator is at the roof again!"

I looked around. The golfers were facing away from us, so I leaned down and sucked and licked on Katrina's nipples for a couple of minutes. Then I looked again. The golfers were heading down the fairway. I had been paying attention, and I knew there was nobody in front of them. It was really too hot to play golf.

I knelt between Katrina's legs and began to kiss her labia. "I also love the taste of pussy by itself - without my cream!" I murmured, and Katrina giggled. Her vulva opened like a flower when the sun comes up. She was quickly wet. Her juices were the sweetest I ever tasted, perhaps because of her workouts. But they were plentiful and I lapped them up. Katrina began to writhe and moan.

I looked around again, and we were still alone. I kissed Katrina, sharing the pure taste of her pussy with her, then I slowly pushed three fingers inside her and felt for her G-spot. When I found it, I began to suck, lick, and kiss her clitoris. Katrina screamed, "OOOOOOOOOH!" And her hips bucked off the cushion. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds. I kissed her again, and she hugged me close. "God!" She said. "That's as good as my roommate did it, but she never kissed me with my juice on her lips!"

The sound of tires on gravel announced the arrival of some swimmers, so Katrina broke away and slipped into the pool. I tossed her bikini to her, and as soon as she was rinsed off, she put it on under water. The families arrived to find Katrina swimming short laps across the pool while I sat in a chair. My erection was almost poking out of my trunks!

They only stayed about forty-five minutes. As soon as they drove away, Katrina said, "Too bad you didn't get a tally! You gave me a great one! But you have to shoot your cream into me for it to count!"

"Well, you could give me a blow job. Then it would count, wouldn't it? I mean, you already got off, and if you got me to shoot my cum into your mouth . . . "

"My mouth? I've never done that! I mean, until this morning I'd never even had a penis in my mouth! And you're the only man who's ever, uh, put his face in my pussy! I don't know how to do it!"

"T-Kat, my dork's so hard that I'll probably get a stroke if you don't get me off. Think of this as a class in advanced lifesaving!" Katrina laughed, and I pulled my trunks down. My erection sprang up, its head the color of a ripe plum. Katrina got on her knees and stared at it. Then she started to kiss and suck it.

Suddenly she giggled. "I've tasted your hot dog with cream and my relish on it, but I also like it plain!" She chortled. With very little direction from me, she soon had me moaning and gasping for breath. She stopped.

"What to I do with the cream after you cum in my mouth?"

"The usual choices are to spit or to swallow it. God, don't leave me like this!"

"And which would you prefer, oh naked man who corrupts innocent women while claiming to teach advanced lifesaving?"

"Swallow, please! I think it's really sexy if you do! But finish me!"

Katrina laughed with her mouth around my penis and almost finished me that way. "Look at me!" She ordered.

I looked into her deep, dark eyes, and Katrina began to kiss and suck. In a matter of moments, with her lips firmly around the crown of my penis, I began to ejaculate into her mouth. I shot three or four loads before the last little bit dribbled out. I could feel her tongue sliding over my penis, lapping up every bit. Katrina was still looking into my eyes. Even with my penis in her mouth, I could see she was grinning.

My penis quickly went limp, and Katrina gave it a final kiss. I pulled my trunks back up. "Man, I'm glad I was sitting down! I'm still shaking! Wow!"

Katrina was still looking at me, a huge smile on her face. She stood up, glanced around to be certain we were still alone, then planted a passionate, cum-laced kiss on me. "That was fun!" She said. "Do you always scream like that? If I hadn't been looking at your eyes, I would have thought I'd hurt you!"

"I didn't know I screamed, T-Kat! That was incredible! Thanks! A lot!"

"Did you know that your pupils dilate each time you ejaculate? Well, they do! And I like the taste of your cream by itself! It's . . . really special!"

Katrina kissed me again. "Confession time! That really turned me on, too! I've got to do something!" She jumped into the pool, and pushed one hand inside her bikini bottom and used the other to rub her breasts. Within a couple of minutes she groaned, then gasped several times. She was still in the pool, holding onto the side, when the next batch of swimmers arrived.

Katrina climbed out and sat down beside me. "T-Kat, I could have done that for you!" I said. "As a matter of fact I really like to!"

Katrina smiled. "I just needed to get the edge off! I'm still plenty turned on, but now I can wait until after our workout for some real orgasms! That was a quick-and-dirty, that's all! There wasn't time for one of yours!" Suddenly Katrina blushed. I asked her why she was turning red. She replied, "I've never done that in front of someone else before! Gotten myself off, I mean. It's so private, but . . . with you . . . well, it didn't bother me until I thought about it!" "If you want me to beat off in front of you, I'll be glad to. But I hate to waste the tally!" Katrina giggled, then blushed again.

We sat together until my shift ended, talking about everything under the sun - but mostly about sex. I was a little surprised that a sexually-liberated woman like Katrina had never done oral sex before, except on another woman. But she - and I - clearly preferred real sex, anyway, so what the heck? I didn't mention anal sex!

Real sex was what we did, too. Twice more at the pool after our workouts, once when we went to bed, and twice more in the early morning. Counting the oral activity in the afternoon, Katrina had to add six tallies to the chart when we got breakfast. Ruth said she didn't believe it, and the look on her face clearly indicated she was a little jealous of Katrina! The sex Katrina and I had a few days later really blew Ruth's mind! 

Continued in Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 2



Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 2



Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 04, Pt. 1."

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/08/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. 

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Later in the week Katrina did a blistering-fast ten miles, and she was really wiped out. As we walked into her apartment, she got cramps in both legs and I had to carry her. She drank most of a gallon of sports drink and I rubbed the cramps out of her legs. As soon as she stood up to go to the bathroom, the cramps hit again.

I carried her in and plopped her on the toilet. "I think maybe you overdid it, T-Kat! You're so ruined that you can't even get to a pot to piss in, let along screw!"

"I can still out-fuck you, you muscle-bound oaf! I just can't walk without cramping!"

When she was finished on the toilet, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed. "Okay, T-Kat! You need some rest, so I'm going to screw you until you pass out! I figure you'll be so tired that I'll have to do your shift - and mine - at the pool tomorrow!"

Katrina just grinned at me. "Wishful thinking, Elevator Don! You'll be asleep before I am tonight!"

Katrina got leg cramps about thirty minutes later when we had our first climaxes. I got hard again while rubbing the cramps out of her legs and simultaneously staring at her bald and cum-dripping pussy. She had several more orgasms before I shot another load into her about an hour later. Katrina was no longer cramping, and she seemed to be getting stronger as I began to tire. She was really squeezing my penis hard with her vagina!

She rolled around and sucked me erect, then climbed on top of me and rode me until I finally ejaculated again, but only after she had climaxed four or five more times, loudly and intensely. I couldn't get it up again, so she licked and sucked for almost three-quarters of an hour, and when I was finally hard, she pulled me into her in the missionary position.

That was a mistake. She had several intense orgasms, and then I had one piddly little ejaculation that drained me completely. I lay down on top of her to rest and recover for a few seconds, and the next thing I knew I was alone in the bed with bright sunshine almost blinding me.

I looked at the clock, and it was already after 3:30 P.M.. I found a note from Katrina, written in pussy juice and cum on my blue T-shirt. "Gone to clean pool.@ 8."

Crap! The early shift on pool-cleaning days ran from 8:00 to 3:00, and the late shift from 2:00 to 8:00. I was already really late! I did the shit, shave, and shower bit, grabbed some food, and drove to the pool. Katrina waved happily to me as I walked in.

She looked completely rested. "Hey, Don, not feeling well? You don't look like you slept at all last night. Maybe I should just do this shift, too, huh? Whadyathink?"

I leaned up and whispered so that the few people around the pool couldn't hear. "Why don't you just screw yourself!"

Katrina gave me a big grin. "Why Don, why would I do that? That's what I have you for!" And she began to giggle. Then we both began to laugh, drawing puzzled stares from the people in the pool.

I left a little later and brought us a pizza at 6:00. Nobody was around, and we talked and joked about sex while we ate it. A couple of late swimmers arrived at 7:00, but we closed the pool at 8:00 and did our exercises right on schedule.

Katrina did another ten miles, this time faster than the night before. She was tired, but this time she didn't cramp up. She was in incredible shape! But she was also a world-class athlete, so what did I expect? After she recovered, we made vigorous and loud love on the cushions beside the pool. Even though she climaxed four times to my once, she recovered first. Katrina rolled over on top of me and kissed me. "Don, you can't fuck every girl until she passes out! I know you try, and it's really sweet of you to make the effort with me, but some things are truly impossible!"

"And what makes you think I was trying to do that?"

Katrina laughed. "Well, first there's your little challenge from last night. Then there are the stories about your prowess in that department."

I looked puzzled and Katrina laughed again. "If you're going to fuck a pool chick into senselessness and want to keep it quiet, you shouldn't do it with four other pool chicks watching! The day after Alice's party, everyone wanted to know why Nancy had been grounded. Sherrie described how Nancy looked lying unconscious after you wore her out by fucking her. Nobody believed Sherrie, and she got mad and shut up."

"So, how come people just didn't . . ."

"Shush! Then when it turned out that Barb had also gotten grounded, the pool chicks talked to Sherrie again. This time she named the others who were there, and first Carrie, then finally Alice, said that Sherrie had told the truth. They also said that Barb had stayed behind after you waved your penis and offered to make it with another girl!" Katrina had a big grin on her face now.

"Then a couple of weeks later Barb's dad ungrounded her, and when she came to the pool, the pool chicks got two admissions from her. First, she confirmed the earlier story about Nancy, and second, she said that you had done the same thing to her that same night! Did you really sleep with both of them on you until morning? Right here next to the pool? What a stud! There was another story circulating that you later fucked Alice and Carrie, but neither of them would confirm it. I guess you didn't do them in front of other people! Besides, what was Juicy News changed when Sherrie got deflowered by her boyfriend, and her telling everyone the sloppy details put your exploits on the back page of the Daily Gossip, pool-chicks edition."

"Whatever happened to kissing-and-telling being something people just didn't do?" I muttered.

Katrina put her head back and howled. "You poor stud! While your fuck-them-till-they-drop story was circulating, you had dozens of pool chicks vying for your amorous attention! Poor baby!" She laughed some more.

"Is there a point to this?" I asked.

I had slipped out of Katrina, and she toyed with my penis and balls until I was hard again, then slid me into her. She was still straddling me. "MMMMH! That's Nice!" She said.

As she began to rock and twist on my penis, she said, "You're in shape, but those girls weren't. Once you got them climaxing hard - and you're really good at that! - they just fell asleep from exhaustion. But I'm in truly top shape, even better than you are! And a woman in good condition can out-fuck a man in good condition every day of the week! But thanks for trying, anyway!" She laughed, then suddenly began to climax. It was a loud and active one, but it was too soon for me and I just couldn't ejaculate.

Katrina knew. "No tally for that one, Don, but it was great for me anyway! No squirt, no tally! The pool chicks know you're a squirter, too, by the way." She said, and giggled.

"That's one I don't know! What's a squirter?" I asked.

Katrina giggled some more. "Nancy and Barb said that they had felt their other lovers shoot one blast of cum into them, and then they sort of dribbled the rest. They said they felt you squirt like a water pistol several times, not just once! I have to admit, you really are a squirter! When you go off, I feel it! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!"

The look on my face must have amused Katrina. She continued giggling for a long time, beginning again each time she looked at me.

When she was finally completely calmed down, we rinsed off in the pool then went back to her apartment. Instead of going to sleep, Katrina sat on the bed and looked into my eyes for a minute or so. Again I felt that funny heat as our eyes locked. I was certain she was deciding something about me, and I gazed at her deep, dark eyes and waited. Something about gazing into her eyes really affected me, and I could feel myself getting hard. And I could tell from her eyes that Katrina knew! Finally she said, "If you would really like to fuck me until I pass out, I can show you how to do it. But we'll have to make some preparations. And you'll have to promise to do several things for me afterward. Ruth too."

"I'm game, T-Kat! In spite of what you say, I don't have to fuck you unconscious to be satisfied, but I'd love to do something new and different with you."

Katrina looked into my eyes for a couple more minutes, then nodded her head and smiled. "Let me get the guarding schedule from my purse." She said.

Katrina checked the schedule, then smiled again. "Okay. Tuesday you and I are the only guards scheduled, and it's always the day with the lowest attendance. We can do what I call my 'Volcano orgasm' on Monday night as long as you take both shifts on Tuesday. Think you can?"

"Sure, unless you're going to screw me into unconsciousness with your Volcano orgasm - along with you!" I responded.

"You'll be tired, too, but I'll really have to sleep it off. Do you want to?"

"Hell yes! Volcano orgasm! Sounds incredible! Why do you call it that? What kind of eruption do you have?"

Katrina explained what would happen and what I would have to do, and I told her I thought I was up for it. "How did you ever come up with this?" I asked, completely amazed.

"One of the assistant coaches at the camp where I train told a group of us girls about it one night. She said that mostly two women did it, one helping the other and using a dildo, since it could be pretty rough on a guy. I watched the coach do one before I tried it. Even then I didn't believe it until I actually did one." Katrina stared into space and got a wistful look on her face. I gave Katrina a gentle kiss, and she responded with a tongue-sucker. "You're sure you can do your part? It gets really gross when I completely lose control!" She said.

"I'll take care of you, and I'm sure Ruth will help! I've never even heard of a Volcano orgasm! Can all women do them?"

"I guess, as long as they're really healthy. I've only done them when I was in top shape, like now, when all of my muscles are really strong. That includes my uterine and vaginal muscles." She said with a smile.

"Do you do them fairly often?"

She grinned at me. "Now don't start acting worried about your performance! No, I can't do them very often because they wipe me out for a day or two. And, to help calm your feelings of masculine inadequacy, I've only done it twice before, both times using ejaculating dildos. You'll be my first Volcano orgasm on a real penis!"

All this talk about orgasms got me completely hard again. I pushed her onto her back and we got another tally before we both went to sleep. We got yet another tally during our morning shower.

I purchased the supplies we needed, and on Monday evening after Katrina's workout, we headed directly to her apartment rather than making love in the pool. It was time!

First I helped Katrina with two disposable enemas. A half hour later, with her colon empty, we scrubbed each other in the shower. Katrina washed my penis several times with antibacterial soap, and we really cleaned ourselves everywhere. When we were done, Katrina drank a quart of sports drink. Then we made love until Katrina had a good, long orgasm. Following her instructions, I held back and didn't ejaculate. That left me really hard!

Katrina took a long piss, then cleaned herself up carefully. She came back to bed and slowly impaled herself, sitting upright on my erection as I lay on my back. I was still wet from her juices, and her vagina was hot and ready. When I was firmly seated inside her, Katrina reminded me of what was going to happen next. I nodded my head in understanding and repeated my promise that I would take care of her.

"Now comes the difficult part." She said.

Katrina lifted up so that I came a couple of inches out of her, then she flexed her abdomen and twisted her hips. She slowly lowered herself until I felt pressure on the tip of my penis. "You've got to stay hard, so tell me if I hurt you!" She said. Her eyes were closed in intense concentration and exertion.

I felt something hard rubbing back and forth across the head of my penis. "That's my cervix. I'm pushing against your penis with my uterus." She said. The pressure gradually changed until it felt like a hard circle sliding back and forth on the crown. The circle slowly widened until it nearly encircled the head of my penis.

"This is where it gets really tough." Katrina grunted. She was already covered with sweat from her exertions. "I pushed . . . the dildo into me . . . at this point, but you're . . . a little thicker. Let me . . . keep trying."

Katrina rocked and twisted for several minutes, and I felt the ring of her cervix moving on my penis, almost but not quite getting past its head. Katrina was grunting. She was grimacing with the effort. Drops of her sweat were falling from her nipples onto my stomach. Finally she stopped.

"I've got to rest for a moment. Then I'll try again." She gasped. Katrina took deep breaths for several minutes, then started to press on me again. The pressure started getting painful. 

"T-Kat! You're starting to hurt me! If you keep this up much longer, I'll lose my erection!"

"Fuck! You're just so darned thick! Fuck!" And she pressed down really hard against my penis as I pushed upward.

The ring of pressure suddenly slipped past the head of my penis, and Katrina groaned loudly, then took several more deep breaths. "Okay" She took a breath. "Now it's . . ." She took a long, shuddering breath. "Easier!" She took another deep breath.

I watched Katrina's abdominal muscles flex and twist and I felt the ring of her cervix slowly move down the shaft of my penis. Abruptly I felt pressure all over its tip. Katrina was obviously suffering, and she gasped, "Now we hold on for a few minutes while I wait for the pressure to change into pleasure. Right now it's mostly really bad pain, but it'll change. Are you okay? Can you stay hard for a couple of minutes?"

I nodded. It felt like there was something squeezing the entire top third or half of my penis. "I feel a lot of pressure, too, but it's already starting to feel wonderful!" I said.

Katrina caught her breath. "Okay. Good. Your penis is now completely filling my uterus. I probably won't make much sense after a few more minutes. Do you remember what you have to do? I won't be able to give you instructions! Try to keep from ejaculating as long as you can!"

"Sure, T-Kat! I'll do my best!"

Katrina began to relax her abdomen, and she twisted tightly against my penis. The sensation was incredible. Her breath began to catch as if she were crying. "I'm starting to lose it! Don't forget! Try to . . . AAAAAAAAH!"

Katrina suddenly dropped her complete weight onto my penis and her entire body began to shake. In response I pushed myself up against her, lifting her a couple of inches off the bed. I could feel her uterus contracting and squeezing on my penis about once every couple of seconds. I could see her abdominal muscles tightening and relaxing in time with her uterus. I quickly grabbed the first of several towels I had placed on the bed.

Just as I pressed the towel between Katrina and me, she let out a long, shuddering scream, and I could smell her urine soaking the towel. She farted loudly from her empty colon. There was a short pause while Katrina gasped for breath.

Katrina let out a long breath, then took a deep breath, and her uterus contracted again, this time a little faster. She screamed, pissed, and farted again. She was obviously in nearly continuous orgasm, and I could see muscles rippling from her abdomen to her shoulders. Her nipples were sticking straight out, and her breasts were shaking. Her screams were now complete nonsense sounds, grunts, moans, curses, words, names, everything imaginable.

Her uncontrollable urination demonstrated her complete loss of control over her body. The first towel was soaked and I pulled it out and tossed it toward the bathroom. It hit the floor with a splat. As I replaced it, I could see her clitoris, fully erect, twitching in time with the contractions that I could feel as her uterus squeezed my penis. I reached over the towel and pressed my thumb against her rigid clitoris. Katrina stopped breathing for a second.

Urine sprayed from her bladder, then she inhaled and screamed so loudly that her voice cracked and she started getting hoarse. I could hear her farts coming one after the other in little pops. The smell of her arousal effectively covered up the gas, but the acrid smell of her urine, just a couple of feet in front of me, was impossible to ignore. Women, including Katrina, had farted and pissed on me a little during really good orgasms, but never anything like this!

Her orgasm didn't stop. Her uterus was still pulsing, and I could feel my ejaculation coming. When Katrina began to uncontrollably flail her arms and when her legs suddenly began to jerk and shake, I lost control, too. I must have ejaculated in a dozen separate blasts. I could feel my semen between the head of my penis and the lining of her uterus. It felt incredible! Katrina was no longer screaming. She was trying to, but her voice was completely gone. She made strange croaking sounds in time with the squirts from my penis.

I felt my penis softening, and I was afraid I was done. But the intense pressure from her uterus on the tip of my penis, and the squeezing contractions from her vagina that I only now became aware of, kept me from getting completely soft. Katrina continued to climax. Her orgasm didn't seem to be slowing down.

Katrina's nipples were so dark they looked black. Her areolae had swollen and jutted out from her trembling breasts. I reached up and gently rubbed her nipples, and I felt her uterus almost double the pace of its contractions. The new sensations on my penis quickly brought me back to full erection.

I replaced another urine-soaked towel with my last dry one. Katrina's orgasm became even more intense at the increased pace. She began to slam her legs into the bed, and I was afraid her motions would pull me out of her. I grabbed her hips, pulled her hard onto my penis, and picked her up off the bed. One of her feet kicked me in the face, drawing blood from my lip.

I laid her back on her bed and pressed down on her. We were in the missionary position, but like no missionary position I had ever experienced before! Katrina was bouncing us both all over her bed!

We had pulled her bed away from the wall, and that's the only reason Katrina's arms and legs didn't slam into the walls. We had also removed the headboard, so there was nothing hard for Katrina to strike. That had been a wise decision.

Katrina's entire body was trembling in time with her uterus. The pressure on my penis was approaching pain with each contraction. The muscles in her arms and legs were clenching then relaxing, over and over. Several times she slammed the boney parts of her arm against my chest as she flailed and shook. Sweat was pouring off her body, and the bed was drenched with it.

Her uterus finally reached a point where it simply contracted over and over very fast. Its pace did not increase. The pressure on my penis, both from her uterus and from her vagina, was right on the borderline between pleasure and pain, but I maintained my erection. She seemed to continue this for a very long time.

Finally I felt her uterus miss first one pulse, then another, as it began to fatigue. After a few seconds her uterus began to contract several times, then pause, then contract again. The number of contractions became fewer and fewer. When they reached about five in a "set," the painful pressure on my penis abruptly changed into overwhelming pleasure, and I felt my penis enlarging. Once again I ejaculated into her uterus, over and over again.




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 2



I screamed and nearly blacked out. The pleasure was just too intense! I collapsed on top of Katrina's vibrating body. I recovered a few minutes later. I was lying on Katrina, and she was barely breathing. We were both covered with sweat. I lifted myself off her chest, and she gave a long, deep breath, then began to breathe better.

My penis was still deep inside Katrina. I could feel her uterus contracting once or twice every few seconds. Katrina's orgasms continued, and her entire body trembled and jumped with each squeeze. My penis began to slowly slip out of her uterus.

I felt her cervix slowly slide over the head of my penis. Everything was coated with my cream, and her cervix moved easily. I pushed as hard as I could into her with my semierect penis, and I felt her cervix slowly close with the head of my penis pressing gently against it. Katrina's uterus continued to give out an occasional contraction, and her entire body continued to tremble with orgasms as it did so.

I was trembling with fatigue. I pulled the last urine-soaked towel from between us, then rolled Katrina over on top of me. Her vagina was still clenching hard on my nearly-limp penis, and it squeezed harder still with each contraction of her uterus. Her orgasms began to come less frequently. Katrina's uterine and vaginal contractions were nearly done. I glanced at the clock. Katrina had begun to climax a little after 10:00. It was now approaching 2:00. I took a long, shuddering breath and dropped off to sleep as Katrina continued to twitch and shudder. I was so tired I fell asleep while Katrina continued to have powerful orgasms on top of me. She must REALLY be tired! The jarring ringing of her alarm clock woke me. It was 6:00, and I had to take care of a lot of stuff before opening the pool at 11:00. Katrina was still lying on me, but she had really made a mess! She had continued to urinate uncontrollably. I was covered with her urine, and the sheet beneath me was soaked in it. Moreover, in spite of the two enemas, she had shat herself, and I was mildly surprised the smell hadn't awakened me earlier.

I gently rolled Katrina off me. Her limp body almost made a splash as her hips struck the soaked sheets. There were streaks of diarrhea on her thighs. More was smeared on me, and there was a pool of it between my legs. I slipped out from under her and wiped most of it off myself with a corner of the sheet. I got to my feet. Katrina didn't move. I did as I'd promised her I would

I picked Katrina up and carried her into the tub/shower. The water came on cold but she didn't react at all. I rinsed myself off, then I scrubbed the diarrhea, urine, shit, sweat, cum, and the other juices off her. Her hair was sticky, so I shampooed it. I washed both of us again. Katrina remained limp.

Katrina's pussy appeared to be uninjured, but my penis was red and very sore. It looked bruised and remained semierect. Well, after the squeezing it had endured, what else could be expected?

I left Katrina lying in the tub, and went back to the bedroom. I cleaned up a few places on the floor where she had dripped while I was carrying her to the tub. The bed was a total disaster.

I pulled the sheets and mattress pad off the bed, folding everything together. I stuffed the soiled linens into a garbage bag. I tossed in the urine-soaked towels. The bag was so heavy with liquids it was awkward to lift. The plastic cover on the mattress had spared the rest of the bed. I sprayed disinfectant on the plastic and cleaned it. Once it dried, I made the bed with clean linens.

I returned to Katrina. She hadn't moved. I picked her up and carried her to the bed and placed her on her back. She had told me that she probably wouldn't be able to get herself to the bathroom, so I put an adult diaper on her before I pulled the sheet over her. She was breathing slowly and deeply with her mouth hanging open. She made light snoring sounds.

It was already 7:30, and I still had a great deal to take care of before I opened the pool at 11:00. I carried the garbage bag outside and sprayed everything with a garden hose. I hoped the runoff would fertilize the grass, not kill it. The way it smelled, I wasn't sure. Then I put the wet rinsed stuff into a clean garbage bag. As I headed for the laundry room, I threw the old bag into the trash.

I got everything into washing machines and put coins in. I returned to Katrina. She had not moved, but Ruth had come home from her night shift at the hospital and was sitting with her. Ruth checked Katrina's vital signs. "Her pressure and pulse are elevated, but just at the high end of normal. Her breathing is a little fast. She appears to be fine, but she's completely exhausted. It's hard to believe that having sex could do this!" Ruth said. "We need to get some fluids into her. She looks dehydrated."

I propped Katrina upright, and Ruth tried to get Katrina to consume some sports drink. Katrina was too far gone to swallow. I reached down and gave one of Katrina's nipples a firm pinch, and her eyes popped open. She made several sounds, but the only intelligible one was "Ow!" Ruth managed to get Katrina to take several swallows before she went limp again.

"As long as you keep getting her to drink, she should soon be improving. It worked okay, but I don't think I've ever seen that nipple-mashing routine as part of any therapy!"

"I'll get as much as I can down her before I leave for the pool. I'll be back every couple of hours to check on her." I said.

"I have to get to bed soon, but I'll check on her, too. She's just incredibly tired. Sleep and fluids will help." Ruth looked into my face. "Can you tell me about it? Was it like she said it would be?" Ruth's pupils were dilated with excitement.

"I think we need to hear about it from Katrina." I said. "I was there, but I don't really know what happened to her. Like what she felt. She wasn't exactly coherent." Ruth nodded, then turned her attention back to Katrina.

I finished the laundry and got myself some breakfast interspersed with forcing Katrina to drink. At 10:45, just before I left for the pool, Katrina made a feeble attempt to push my hand away from the nipple that I was pinching, and this time she clearly croaked in her hoarse voice, "That fuckin' hurts!" She swallowed half a glass of sports drink, and I left. She was snoring loudly.

Although I didn't tell him why I needed his help, I had made arrangements to have a friend stop by several times to relieve me at the pool. Each time I was able to drive back and check on Katrina, and I got a couple of quarts of sports drink into her. Katrina was now cursing about how sore she was, but she was drinking plenty of fluids. Her diaper was wet at mid afternoon, and I changed it. Katrina muttered something about "too fuckin' hard to fuckin' get up" as I did so. She was more normal, but still completely wiped out.

There was nobody swimming after 7:00, and I was able to get the pool closed a little early. I got back at 8:15, and I propped Katrina up and she drank without any nipple abuse. Ruth had left me a note saying that Katrina was again coherent, but that every other word she muttered was a curse. Her voice was still hoarse.

Ruth had changed the diaper I'd put on Katrina in the afternoon, and it was still dry. I took it off and carried Katrina into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. She slumped there without falling off, so I got the sports drink and poured about a quart into her. I was rewarded with an immediate loud hissing and splashing as Katrina drained her bladder into the toilet.

I dressed a limp, uncooperative, and whining Katrina in a T-shirt and shorts, then I picked her up in a fireman's carry and hauled her out of the apartment. My shoulder was pressing into her stomach, and she cursed and swore with every step. But she didn't really move very much.

I dumped Katrina in the car and strapped her in. On the way to the pool I stopped and bought two ten-pound bags of crushed ice. When we got to the pool, I laid Katrina on the grass and stripped off her shirt and shorts. She just lay there naked, beautiful, and nearly asleep. At this point I was supposed to make her swim laps, but I knew she was going to resist. That's why I had purchased the ice.

I took a handful of ice and rubbed it over her breasts. Katrina made a half-hearted effort to push my hands away, but she groaned as she lifted her arms. When I moved the ice down to her navel, Katrina's eyes popped open.

She focused on my face. "It's time for your laps, T-Kat!"

"Fuckit! I'm too fuckin' sore to get up, so I damn well can't swim any fuckin' laps. Take that fuckin' ice away, you shit ass!" She said in her strange, rough, soft voice.

I poured both bags of ice on her, beginning at her feet and going all the way to her neck. Katrina croak-screamed as best she could. Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees. I scooped up ice and began dropping it on her back. Katrina cursed and croaked, but she staggered to her feet.

"God damn you! You fuckin' piece of shit! You can't treat . . ." She croaked.

I grabbed one of Katrina's arms and threw her into the pool. She surfaced at once, cursing and sputtering. "I'm too stiff to swim! God damn it, take me home!"

She tried to climb out of the pool, but I easily shoved her back in. "Ten miles, T-Kat! That's what you have to do!"

"I CAN'T! I'm just too sore!" She hissed.

"Do it anyway. I'm not taking you home until you're done. I promised you that!"

Katrina managed to swim four lengths, but she looked terrible. Her strokes were awkward with her stiffness, and she splashed too much. She had hardly moved her legs. She didn't do racing turns. She stopped swimming and I stood over her. She was crying.

"Don, this just hurts too much! It'll take me all night to do ten miles! Take me home! Please!" Her voice was raspy but intelligible.

"T-Kat, I promised you that I would make you do ten miles. If it takes all night, then you'll still be swimming when the pool opens, and I'll bet the other guys will enjoy seeing you naked as much as I do!"

Katrina continued to cry, but she turned and began to try to swim again. After about a half-hour she loosened up, and she began to swim smoothly, albeit slowly. She chugged steadily up and down the pool while I kept count of her laps. She finished her full ten miles just after 3:00. She had not done her usual, vigorous sprints, but she had gone the distance.

I hoisted her out of the pool, put her shirt and shorts back on her, carried her to the car, and drove her back to the apartment. She was soaking wet and her T-shirt was transparent. Looking at her breasts made me hard, and I was pleased to note that my penis was no longer as sore as it had been in the morning. Katrina was asleep when we arrived.

I woke her, and with my help she was able to walk into the apartment. I helped her get undressed, and she flopped onto her bed and was immediately asleep. I spooned up against her back, put my erection between her legs, and began to slide my erection forward and back along her slit. I felt her beginning to get wet. Finally I slipped inside her.

As limp as she was, I couldn't get full penetration at that angle, but my penis was rubbing against her G-spot, and Katrina soon began to respond. I rubbed her breasts with my hand, and then when she began to tremble, I reached down and rubbed her clitoris. She screamed in her funny, hoarse voice, and she climaxed and I ejaculated. Another tally! She was asleep again within seconds. I waited until my penis slipped out of her before I drifted off.

The alarm woke us both at 7:30. Katrina untangled herself from me and slowly sat up, then noticed the sex juices on her thighs. "I don't remember doing this! Are you into necrophilia? You probably slip drugs to women and screw them while they're unconscious, too!" Her voice was still very hoarse.

Katrina stumbled to the bathroom and used the toilet, then got up and slowly walked to the kitchen. She made no attempt to clean up or to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of shorts and joined her. Katrina was sitting naked at the table with her head in her hands. She groaned with every breath.

Ruth walked in, wrapped in a bathrobe. She grinned when she saw Katrina. "Well, K.T.! Are you trying out a new wardrobe?"

"I'm going to become a nudist. I thought I'd see how you two reacted first. Whadyathink?" Katrina said in her strange, croaking voice.

Ruth laughed. "Welcome back, K.T.! You were kind of out of it yesterday! Can you tell me about it? What it was like? How it felt, I mean?"

Katrina grinned. "It was truly incredible! But right now I just need something to eat and drink, then I'm going to go back to bed. I think I can do the late shift at the pool today if I sleep for a couple more hours. I'll tell you both all about it tomorrow, okay? Maybe my voice will be back then, too."

Ruth cooked eggs and sausage for us, and Katrina ate more than Ruth and I combined. Then she got up, thanked Ruth, and walked slowly to her bedroom. Ruth and I watched her leave. Cum and pussy juice was still shiny on her thighs. Ruth noticed it and grinned at me. "Couldn't resist, could you?! Well, I can't blame you! That's one hell of a woman!" Ruth walked over and put a tally on the chart. She was giggling so hard she had trouble standing upright. After the way Katrina had been the morning before, I could tell that Ruth was relieved to see her acting more normal.

Katrina arrived at the pool on time at 2:00. She was walking a little stiffly, but she still looked great. "I'm sore all over and I'm tired and thirsty, but I'm almost recovered!" She croaked. "Now if I could only get my voice back!"

There was nobody in the pool, so at her request we pulled the two cross-ropes up, and dragged them and their floats onto the pool deck so that Katrina could swim laps. "That'll get rid of the stiffness." She explained. Then she stripped off her bikini. "I can't swim laps in that! I just wear it to get a good tan - and to excite one of the horny lifeguards!"

Katrina dived in and began to do naked sprints up and down the pool. She had only done eight or ten laps when I heard the sound of tires crunching gravel in our parking lot, and I turned and saw a car arriving. I picked up Katrina's bikini and tossed it ahead of her so that she swam into it and stopped. When she looked up, I made a gesture with my head to indicate that people were coming, and she quickly put her bikini back on.

We had just refastened the ropes when the swimmers arrived. They were a newlywed couple just back from their honeymoon, and they were completely engrossed in each other. "Enjoy your private pool!" I told them, and grinned. The bride blushed.

Katrina and I sat in chars as far from them as we could be and still see them in the water. As we quietly talked, the newlyweds cuddled and kissed. It soon became apparent that they had removed her suit bottom and his trunks. "This is the first time I've ever watched two people do it!" Katrina said. She tried not to stare, but she never took her eyes off them as they "did it."

And they were certainly doing it with gusto! His up-and-down motion into her splashed waves into the scum gutters around the edge of the pool, and then we heard them both moan deeply while they kissed. A few minutes later they climbed out and hurried from the pool, obviously seeking a more private place to continue their lovemaking.

Katrina stood up and watched their car leave. Then she smiled at me. "It's too hot for golfers to be out and there's nobody here. Guess what I want to do?" She tossed a chair cushion onto the grass, pulled her bikini off, they lay spread-eagled on the cushion. I peeled my suit of and climbed on top of her.

Katrina was already wet, and we were soon fucking hard and fast. We both came quickly. I screamed and Katrina croaked out something. I looked up and we were still alone, so Katrina pulled me down and began to suck on my penis. When I was hard again, we made love another time, this time slowly and deliberately. Katrina had a fantastic orgasm, and my pulsing ejaculation was so hard I saw stars. We cuddled and kissed until we heard another car arriving. We crouched low and jumped into the pool and rinsed off, got our suits back on, then quickly removed the cushion we'd been using. It was soaked!

Several more cars soon arrived, and it was clear that Katrina and I were not going to be getting any more daytime sex at the pool. I left, then returned at 6:00 with a pizza for us. I hung around until 8:00, then we did our exercises. Katrina did twelve miles of hundred-meter sprints. I jumped in when she was done, and we made love in the water.

When we were both cooled off, I hoisted Katrina out of the pool, and we lay on the mats and made love again. Katrina had an incredibly long and intense orgasm, and even her hoarse scream was really loud. I stayed inside her while we cuddled. Then she began to squeeze my penis with her vagina, and I was quickly hard again. "Think you can do it again, Don?"

We did. A few minutes later we both screamed and thrashed wildly on the cushions. We kissed and talked as Katrina's little post-coital orgasms gradually slowed down. "MMMMH! That was two of the great ones together! If we could do that every time, I'd give up swimming for the Olympic Mating Team! God! I wish we could do it all day long! MMMMM!" Katrina had another little shuddering orgasm as she kissed me.

We rinsed off in the pool and got back to the apartment just after 2:00. We made love again, then fell asleep, still joined. We got up at 6:30, and after a bathroom break we did it again. Katrina shattered the early morning silence with her screams. Her voice was almost back!

After an intimate shower, we dried off and went to the kitchen. Katrina just wore a long T-shirt that barely reached to the bottom of her crotch when she was standing. I tried to put on shorts, but my butt had gotten sunburned the day before, and I settled for wrapping a soft towel around my waist. Ruth joined us in her usual robe as Katrina was putting several tally marks on the chart. "There was no point in trying to get to sleep until you two were done! Shall I cook breakfast? Can you two keep apart that long?"

Katrina and I laughed and thanked Ruth for her offer to cook. Then Ruth saw the sunburn at the top of my towel. "You two are incredible! Now you're doing it outside in the sun? Can't you get enough in bed?" She chuckled.

"The worst part is Don has to take the top every time now. He said his behind hurts too much if I lie on him!" Katrina added. We all laughed, the women more than I. As she put the plates in front of us, she said, "Well, you promised to tell me all about it today! I can't go to sleep until I hear! Give!"

Katrina said she'd do so during coffee. We wolfed our food down and Ruth poured us each a cup. Katrina began. She turned to Ruth.

"You know those toe-curling, body-shaking orgasms we get sometimes?" Katrina asked.

"Where colors flash in your head like lightning and your insides come undone? Sure, although none for me lately! Those are the ones . . . If I had one of those every time I wouldn't do anything except have sex. Nothing else would be worthwhile. I'd do almost anything if I knew that I'd always get those. Yeah, I know what they're like! Was it like that?"

"That's how it began, but it got even more intense after that!" Katrina grinned.

Ruth almost spilled her coffee. She stared at Katrina, and Katrina nodded. "Yes, it got better. Don and I made love to sort of get things moving. It was almost a toe-curler." She reached over and patted me on the hand. "Then I managed to force his penis past my cervix until it completely filled my uterus. At first there was so much pressure it hurt. But the pressure changed to an intense feeling of pleasure, and then I felt my uterus contracting over and over on his penis. Don pushed against me and I exploded. Maybe erupted is a better word."




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 2



Katrina stopped for a sip of coffee. I briefly described what I had seen and felt. Ruth and just stared at us. I was getting hard. Both women were fidgeting in their chairs. The sexual tension was something I could almost taste. My erection was beginning to throb.

"I had an immediate, over-the-top toe-curler, and then I felt the feeling spread throughout my body - even into my arms! I don't know how long that lasted, but it just kept going and going! I couldn't see or hear anything, but the sensations radiating from my uterus throughout my whole body were incredible! The next thing I was aware of was Don ejaculating into me, several times."

Katrina was sweating. Excitement glowed on her face. I could smell both women's wet arousal. My penis was pressing against my towel so much it hurt, so I undid the knot to relieve the pressure. I gave them my perspective on how Katrina had looked and acted.

"Don's cum felt like ice at first, then it turned into a burning heat. Each time he shot more into me, I reached another, higher level of orgasm. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care. When his ejaculations stopped, I dropped down to the incredible feelings that had lasted so long before. And I could breathe again. I still couldn't see or hear."

Ruth and I sat there in silence. Then, in a deep voice, Ruth asked, "How long did it last?"

"I don't know. I must have started dreaming, too. I have a fuzzy memory of Don ejaculating into me again and more of those incredible burning-hot sensations, but that's impossible."

"T-Kat, I did cum again. You weren't dreaming."

"But how did you get back into my uterus? Once you went off, I could feel your penis slipping slowly past my cervix. That much I remember clearly!"

"Your vagina clamped hard on my penis and kept it from going soft. Your cervix sort of grabbed the head of my penis and didn't let go. Then all of your squeezing got me erect again, and I slid right back into your uterus. Your orgasms overwhelmed me! I couldn't hold myself back, and I ejaculated a few minutes later. Then you just kept going and going after that." I described her orgasms in detail.

"K.T., was it one orgasm or a series of them?" Ruth asked, her voice almost strangled with her tension.

"It was more like one, big orgasm that went up and down - like waves. The high points were when Don ejaculated and I could feel his cream so deep inside me, and the low points - well, they were even better than toe-curlers!"

All three of us were now visibly aroused. Katrina's areolae and nipples were dark red and visible through her shirt and I'm sure Ruth's must have been stiff, too, inside her robe. The aroma from both of their pussies was impossible for me to ignore. I pulled the towel completely off my lap and stroked my throbbing penis. It was warm to my touch, and my balls were pulled up tight. Ruth got up, clutched her robe around her, and added two tallies to the chart.

"How long did it last, K.T.?" Ruth asked again in a suddenly-deep voice.

Katrina shook her head. "I really don't know." She looked at me.

"You lasted about three and a half hours before I finally slipped out of you." I said. "I only know because I saw the clock. I was too aroused to keep track of the time while we were doing it."

"God! The times I did it with the dildo were only about ninety minutes! No wonder I was so completely wiped out!"

"You're lucky your heart didn't stop!" Ruth answered in her role as nurse. "What you've both described put an incredible strain on your body!"

My penis was slippery with pre-cum. All three of us were breathing hard. Katrina looked across the table at me. Her eyes were wide open, deep and dark. "Don, I want us to go to the bedroom. Now!" She got up, pulled her shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, and stared at me, her beautiful eyes locking with mine. Her breasts and nipples were as hard and red as if I'd been sucking on them, and her juice was shiny on her thighs. "Now!" She turned and almost ran to her bedroom.

I stood up, naked, banging my erection on the table top. I quickly followed Katrina. Ruth was staring at me, her mouth hanging open.

Katrina was lying on her back with her knees pulled partway up, spread wide open. I climbed on top of her and my penis slid easily into her as I pushed. Her pussy felt hot, wet, and tight. We soon came to a long, loud, nearly simultaneous climax. After she caught her breath, she mumbled, "Toe-curler! Thanks! I'll take the late shift again, please." And she promptly fell asleep. I stared at her beautiful face as my penis slowly became soft, then I gently slipped it out of her. When I turned, I saw Ruth standing in the doorway. She stared at my shiny, half-erect penis. She quickly pulled her hands out from under her robe.

"You didn't close the door. I'm sorry, but I just had to watch. I couldn't . . . I just had to . . ." And she turned and ran to her bedroom.

I took a quick shower, then dressed and headed for the pool. Just before I got to the apartment door, I heard a loud cry from Ruth's room, and I stopped. A few seconds later I heard the unmistakable sounds of several moans and more cries as she climaxed again. I smiled. It sounded like a good one!

When Katrina arrived for her shift, I told her about Ruth's watching us and then masturbating. "She has a dildo a little bigger than your penis, and it has a vibrator in it. I've heard her use it before, so I know it works for her! She even offered it to me, but I'd rather use your equipment!"

We joked and kidded some more. After a moment of silence, Katrina said, "I've never made love with someone watching before. I think it turns me on! And I'm glad it got Ruth hot, too!" A few minutes later the pool was deserted, and we again mated on the cushions. This time Katrina rubbed suntan lotion onto my behind!

Until the last day Katrina was there, we never missed our evening workouts. We always swam nude and nobody ever bothered us. On days when one of us had the day off, we made love an extra time or two. We both seemed to be in a constant state of arousal, and we even managed two quickies in the pump room when another guard was on duty and we couldn't wait any longer. Several nights it rained, but we ignored it and worked out and made love anyway. One night we got caught in a real downpour, but there was no lightning so we just made love as the sky washed down on us. That was a particularly romantic coupling!

We stopped wearing clothing around Ruth after the morning Katrina told her tale of the Volcano orgasm. What was the point? To say we had nothing to hide from Ruth understates the case! Ruth always stayed covered, and we always saw her wearing her bathrobe in the mornings. We were aware that Ruth watched us make love several more times, and we often heard her screams of climax after we finished. Interestingly Katrina got especially excited whenever she thought Ruth was watching.

We made love more frequently after Katrina's Volcano orgasm. We generally did so twice after each workout, again once or twice when we went to bed, and almost always twice each morning. Occasionally we managed another time at the pool. Fortunately neither of us got very sore or bruised. When we did overdo it, we switched to oral sex.

Oral sex became almost as satisfying as the "real thing." We both really loved the taste of her pussy and my cum. Her pussy juice was the sweetest I ever tasted, before or since, possibly because of her incredibly intense training. Once I forgot to wipe my face before breakfast. Ruth and Katrina giggled every time they looked at me until Katrina finally told me to wipe my cheek. My finger came away sticky with pussy juice and my cum! I liked my finger. Ruth made a sour face and Katrina laughed.

About ten days after Katrina's Volcano orgasm, families began coming back from vacation. With the pool season almost over, we soon had a crowd of pool bunnies/chicks at the pool trying to squeeze in as many days of sun as they could. They attempted to tease me, but they seldom got me to rise to their bait. When Katrina was around, however, I was nearly always erect!

Not only was Katrina in a nearly constant state of arousal, she also had that just-fucked look on her face. This she effectively concealed with her sunglasses, but we both knew it was there! She also radiated sexual confidence in the way she held herself. When she stood, sat, walked, or just moved around in her chair, she appeared to be supremely confident in herself as a woman.

The pool bunnies/chicks noticed this but didn't understand what was going on. They idolized Katrina, and she described to them what it was like to be a top-flight competitive swimmer. They persuaded Katrina to demonstrate her skills on one of her last days at the pool. She changed into her racing suit and swam rapidly up and down the pool - to the squeals of delight from the pool bunnies/chicks.

The racing suit was a slick, smooth, one-piece, stretchy suit that fit Katrina like a second skin. The only complaint I had was the effect it had on her breasts. It flattened them, and they did not look as impressive as they did in her bikinis - or nude! At least I could still see her nipples! But I had an erection the entire time Katrina was demonstrating strokes in that suit. Her sexuality was still obvious to me!

We reached the one-hundred mark before breakfast on our twenty-first day. Katrina added the tallies from the evening before, and Ruth picked up the board. She didn't know about our bet, but making love one hundred times in three weeks impressed her. "Forget what I said about you two being like rabbits!" She giggled. "Rabbits don't get this much action!" We did a celebratory number one-hundred-one after breakfast, and we know that Ruth watched that one because we had all walked arm-in-arm down the hall together to Katrina's bedroom, giggling.

Katrina worked her last day at the pool, and we had our last workout together. Afterward we twice made love beside the pool under a warm, moonlit sky. I had arranged a substitute guard for the next day, and I "helped" a nude Katrina pack by inserting my penis into her at every opportunity throughout the day. Twice we both climaxed as she lay on her stomach atop her closed suitcase while we mated doggy-style.

Because her parents were picking her up and driving her back to campus, that night was our last one together. We made love from 10:00 until 6:00. We got no sleep. When I got soft, we kissed, cuddled, and talked until Katrina's touch and kisses brought me back. After one last erotic shower together, we ate a final breakfast with Ruth who, as usual, ignored our nudity.

Katrina presented me with our chart since she couldn't very well give it to her parents! Our final tally was one-hundred-twenty-two times in twenty-five days. Maybe we were rabbits after all!

I reminded Katrina about our New Year's Plans. She told me when she would call, and we exchanged college telephone numbers. We shared a long and passionate nude kiss, breaking apart just minutes before her parents arrived. I was back in my own apartment when they drove up, and I watched them load everything into their car. As they drove away, I walked out of my building, and Katrina and I waved to each other.

That night I worked out with my weights and ran, but I had to skip my swim. I really missed Katrina, but in a funny way. I didn't feel sad, just lonely. Somehow incomplete. Hollow. I went back to my apartment and cleaned up. I decided to go talk to Ruth.

It took several minutes to get past the check-in procedures at the Emergency Room, but Ruth was finally able to whisper to me that she could take a break in a few minutes. I had only seen her wrapped in a frumpy bathrobe. In her nursing outfit she looked incredible! She was relatively short, but curvy, probably 36 C/D - 22 - 35.

I waited until the last of the emergency cases had been admitted, and a couple of minutes later Ruth came out. She had me follow her to a small room where we could be alone. She hugged herself against me. "I was there when Katrina's folks came." She said. "I thought about the two of you and I wanted to cry!"

"Ruth, there's nothing to cry about! We had no choice except to go our separate ways!"

"Are you crazy? I've never seen such incredible love and passion between two people! I watched you, you know, a lot! Just seeing you two make love was overwhelmingly exciting!"

"I know! I saw you in the doorway a couple of times! It really turned Katrina on, too! Knowing you were watching!"

"Then why . . ."

"Ruth, everything Katrina owns was bought for her by her dad. She doesn't really care about the things she has. She didn't earn them! She EARNED her position in swimming through her own efforts, and that's what defines her sense of herself! If I messed that up, it would only be a matter of time until she wouldn't be Katrina anymore! She'd resent me, get bitter - and what would be left?"

Ruth just held me and stared into my face. "You love her that much? You understand her that much? God, I wish I'd seen you first!" She pulled my face down and kissed me. "You're going to give her a chance to make the Olympics? Are you going to wait for her? Then try to win her back?"

"I'm giving her all the space she needs. I didn't make any promises. If she thought I was hanging around, waiting for her, she would be thinking about the two of us, and it would mess her plans up. She might not put everything she needs into her swimming. Once she's past the competitive swimming, if we're both free, well, we'll see. But the Katrina I love needs to be away from me for the next few years. For Katrina."

"She may find someone else, you know. Aren't you afraid of that?"

"She may and she probably will. But it's the only way to play this so that Katrina has the best chance of winning. And staying Katrina."

Ruth hugged me really tightly. Even through her bra and blouse I could feel her nipples getting hard. She looked up and her face was slowly turning red. Her mouth was open. I had seen that look on her face several times before. I slid my hands down her back and pressed her hips against my erection. Ruth rubbed against me for a couple of minutes. Suddenly her whole body trembled in a mild orgasm. She gave a little sigh.

Ruth kissed me. "I'm going to be all bitchy the rest of my shift, now! You've got my motor running, and I won't get real relief until I get home and use that dildo that Katrina told you about! I'd like . . . maybe you could come over and . . . NO! NO! I CAN'T!"

She pushed herself away from me. "I couldn't do that to Katrina! Or to you! You two are more married than any couple I've ever seen! It would be worse than wrong!"

"Ruth, I just came by to say goodbye. I'll be leaving town in a couple of days myself. Since I'm not sleeping in your apartment anymore, I knew I wouldn't run into you again. Thanks for being such a good friend! I didn't mean to get you so stirred up!"

"Stirred up? I'm turned on, not stirred up! Can't you smell me? I'm dripping wet! Katrina told me how good your nose is! Can you?"

I knew her scent, and it was strong in the room. I nodded and smiled. "Goodbye, Ruth! And thanks again for understanding! And for helping Katrina and me!"

Ruth gave me another hug and kiss. "Goodbye, Don! I hope it works out for you two someday! I really do! You both are just so . . . so . . . " And Ruth sobbed. She released me, turned, and quickly left the room.

I found my way back to my apartment and thought about Katrina. Before I could get to sleep, I had to beat off several times while remembering making love to her. I still felt sort of hollow. Empty. Part of me was gone.

I had several more days at the pool before we closed it on Labor Day. There were lots of pool bunnies at our pool-draining party, but none of them got me to react. I was still thinking about Katrina, and they just didn't measure up. Even though Katrina was only about a year older than several of them, these were girls. Katrina was a woman. For a little more than three weeks, she had been MY woman.

I was sporadically haunted by a ghost. Particularly when I was alone at night, I would occasionally awaken filled with feelings of deep despair about losing Angie. But remembering what Katrina and I had done quickly brought me back to normal. Katrina had truly cured me. I almost never thought about Angie after I went back to college. Except when it hailed.

I also was very much relieved that Bob and Doris Hamilton weren't mys! Much as I had loved Angie, I truly had no idea what I would have been marrying into! Angie and I never really had a chance, no matter how much love we had briefly shared. Knowing - and loving - Katrina had helped me understand and accept that.

My last, fantastic year as a lifeguard was done. But there was still one piece of unfinished business. New Year's Eve was just four months after the last night Katrina and I spent making love. I was a little afraid that Katrina would ignore our deal. I need not have worried. 

Concluded in Poolside Ch. 04 Pt. 3



Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 3



Author's note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 04, Pt. 2" and was originally intended to be the conclusion to Chapter 4. It originally appeared on Literotica on 09/09/03, but was recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. 

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On Halloween night, as Katrina and I had planned, I was waiting by my phone at midnight. It rang at 12:01. I eagerly picked it up on the second ring!

"Hey, T-Kat! Howya been?"

"Elevator Don! How're they hangin'? Gettin' any?"

"Some, but not as much as I'd like! You?"

"Every night!"

"I'm jealous! So, what's the plan, T-Kat? Are you going through with it?"

"Dope! I always pay off my debts! I just don't lose very often! I've reserved a room for us at a great hotel. Earliest check-in time is 2:00 p.m. When can you get there?"

"I can get easily there by 2:00. What hotel?"

"You don't need to know! I'll meet you in Lot D of the Train Station. That's the long-term parking lot. Find a place to park and I'll find you. I know your car. I'll be there by 2:30 at the outside. We'll take my car to the hotel. That way we'll look more married! Our reservations are under the names 'Mr. and Mrs. Dan Jarvis.' I'm your sweet little wife, Katherine!"

"Dan and Katherine Jarvis? Why all the intrigue, T-Kat? Why don't I just meet you at the hotel and register under one of our names?"

"Don, I've had to lie to a lot of people to pull this off, and I don't want anybody to EVER find out! Bear with me, huh? I've got this all worked out! Trust me!"

"Okay, sure! I'll be at the parking lot by 2:00. Anything else I need to know?"

"Coupla things. First, this is a nice place, so arrive in a coat and tie. You do own a jacket, and you do know how to tie a necktie, don't you? Or will I have to do it for you?"

"I can handle that, T-Kat! Although I know I'd enjoy having you do it for me! Anything else?"

"Yeah. The hotel has a big New Year's party, complete with dinner and dancing. It's limited to three hundred couples. Want me to make reservations for us to attend? There's still time for me to do that."

"Sounds like fun. Just remember what we're supposed to be doing at the stroke of midnight! Is that the sort of couple you mean?"

"Hah! You really aren't getting enough! Okay, I'll make reservations for the party. Unless a problem comes up, we won't talk again until December 31, right? That's the deal?"

"Yep! Look for me in the parking lot! I'll be the one with the tent in his pants!"

"It better be because of me! See ya then! Don't forget to wear shoes and socks, Don!"

Katrina laughed and then I heard her hang up. Two more months to wait! Would she really show up? What about her boyfriend? Well, I guess he was one of the ones she was lying to.

On December 31 I arrived at the designated parking lot at 1:30. I was both eager and nervous. Would Katrina really show up? If she did, would she still be interested in making love to me?

The lot was nearly full, but I found two adjacent parking places at the end most distant from the station. I took one, leaving the other for Katrina. Then I waited. I kept checking my watch. She hadn't arrived at 2:20 when some woman drove her car into the space beside me. I glanced over and saw that she had blond, shoulder-length hair, so I knew she wasn't Katrina.

Now Katrina had no place to park near me! Damn! I began moving my head back and forth as I used the rearview mirror to look for her. After a couple of minutes I realized that the woman next to me hadn't gotten out of her car, so I glanced over. I saw Katrina grinning at me!

We jumped out of our cars and embraced. Katrina looked up at me and my eyes danced back and forth between hers. "God, it's good to see you, T-Kat!" I said. "But your hair . . ."

"It's a wig, silly! I told you I don't want anybody to know I'm here! If you didn't recognize me, I'm safe unless I run into somebody else I know!"

Katrina was wearing, in addition to her blond wig, a conservative dark woman's suit with a knee-length tight skirt. She had a white blouse which was buttoned to her throat, and, given the way her breasts felt when I hugged her, she was even wearing a bra. Her shoes had moderately-high heels. She looked so good that I felt underdressed in my coat and tie! And I DID have a tent in my pants!

"T-Kat, I didn't know you even OWNED a bra, let alone knew how to wear one! Would you like me to adjust it for you?" I reached up and cupped both her firmly-covered breasts. Katrina's eyes turned even darker and deeper as she looked at me.

Katrina smiled and we shared a long, hot kiss. She rubbed herself against my erection. "Let's get to the hotel and you can take it off me!" Katrina said. I was relieved that she was also breathing hard. "Here's a suitcase that matches mine. Let's transfer your stuff to make us look more married!"

While I was moving my stuff into her suitcase, Katrina got out a roll of black plastic tape. She cut pieces off it and put them on the license plates, changing several of the numbers. "I borrowed this car from a friend. The hotel keeps a record of tag numbers and guests' names. I don't want anything we do to ever get back to her!"

When I had everything out of my car and into hers, Katrina got a devilish look in her eyes. "Close your eyes, Don!" I felt her pressing something sticky against my face. When she let me open my eyes, she was holding up a mirror. I now had a full beard and mustache! The color even matched my hair! "Camouflage!" She said. "I don't want anybody recognizing you, either! I brought extra glue, so you can take it off when nobody's around!" She kissed me, then giggled. "It tickles a little!" She remarked, then kissed me again, hard.

Katrina gave me the car keys and directed me to the hotel. On the way she slipped a wedding ring onto my finger. "See? It matches mine, Mr. Jarvis!" She held up her hand so that I could see. Suddenly she dropped into a drawl. "Ah truly dew hope ah didun git me-self hitched tew uh dufus wid uh limp stick! Ahm sew ecks-sited ah kin hardly kip mah drawurs on!"

We both laughed for at least a block. I followed Katrina's directions, and we turned into the hotel's entrance. They had valet parking, and as soon as a bellhop unloaded our matching suitcases, a unformed young woman drove the car away. Katrina hung on my arm and looked adoringly at her "husband" as we followed our luggage into the lobby. She was deliberately rubbing her left breast against my biceps as we walked.

A cute, dark-haired woman, perhaps twenty-five or so, smiled to us from the reception desk. She was trim and attractive in her hotel uniform, and she looked very professional. "May I help you, sir? Under what name is your reservation?" She politely inquired. Katrina never looked at her but continued gazing fondly up at my face. There was an eager smile on her face. It matched the eager tent in my pants.

I gave her the "Dan Jarvis" name, and the woman behind the desk immediately found the reservation. "I see you've already paid in full for four nights and also for tonight's big bash!" She said as she handed me our electronic room keys and an envelope containing our tickets to the New Year's Gala. "Complete information about our Gala is in the envelope, Mr. Jarvis. If you have any questions, please just give us a call." She smiled again and continued. "We're SO happy you decided to begin your honeymoon with us, and of course we've booked you into one of our bridal suites as you requested! You'll find vintage champagne ready for you in your suite with our compliments. I hope you enjoy your stay!" She smiled at Katrina and me.

Katrina leaned up and gave me a passionate, loving look, then kissed me. "Aren't they nice, Darling? I know we'll be SO happy!"

The woman at the desk beamed at us. "I'm certain your marriage is going to be a wonderful one! You're obviously so very much in love!" Katrina beamed back at her and kissed me again. I now had a huge hard-on that I hoped nobody noticed.

We followed the bellhop with our bags across the lobby and into an empty elevator. As the elevator began to rise, I turned to Katrina and said, just loudly enough so the bellhop could hear, "After all the times you've stopped me, Darling, I can't wait to pop your cherry and make you into a real woman!" The bellhop was standing in front of us and facing the door, and I could see his ears turning red as Katrina slugged me in the stomach. She had a huge grin on her face.

Playing the part of newlyweds, I picked Katrina up and carried her into our suite as the bellhop held the door. He also had a huge grin on his face as he uncorked a bottle of champagne. I was still holding Katrina in my arms. She reached up and pulled my mouth against hers. She kissed me long and hard. "Oh, Dan! When I feel your hand like this between my thighs, I get all . . . drippy! Pay the nice young man and hurry! I feel so . . . warm! I can't wait any longer! Oh!" I lowered her to her feet and she looked into my face and unbuttoned her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse. She had her bra exposed when she pretended to remember the bellhop's presence. She looked at him, then back at me. "Oh my! Hurry!" She reached down and rubbed the front of my pants, and then made little moaning sounds as she raced to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom Katrina immediately called out in a sultry voice, "Darling, I'm ready! Come take me! I feel so . . . wicked!" I gave the bellhop a nice tip and he almost ran from the suite!

I suppressed my laughter as long as I could, but when I walked into the bedroom and saw Katrina lying fully-dressed, tight skirt around her waist and spread-eagled on the bed, I broke up! I crawled on top of her and held her as we howled with laughter. Then we kissed, gently at first, then much more passionately. I felt Katrina getting wet as I lightly rubbed her slit through her black-lace, bikini panties.

"Gotta stop or we'll do it too soon!" Katrina groaned. She pushed me off her and straightened her skirt. "Let's check this place out, shall we? The desk chick said something about champagne!"

"Aren't you in training, T-Kat?"

"Well I'm breaking training tonight! I plan to drink a lot! I've never had champagne!"

"First, take off that wig! I want to see the real you!"

Blondes may have more fun, but I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw Katrina once again in her short, dark hair. She was absolutely gorgeous! She pulled my beard off and then rubbed the remnants of the glue off my face. We kissed each other for a couple of minutes. "Now it seems like it's really you!" She said. I knew exactly how she felt.

Then we explored. The entry room had a cozy little table, suitable for eating our meals. There was a private balcony, but it was too cold to stay outside for more than a few moments. The bedroom was a generous size, with a king-sized bed against a wall facing floor-to-ceiling windows providing a fantastic view. There were mirrors on the ceiling. The adjacent bathroom contained a tub, a huge shower with a padded bench big enough for both of us to sleep on, and a separate whirlpool tub. There were telephones in every room, and televisions in the bedroom and in the entry room. I hoped we wouldn't need them to entertain us!

There were two crystal champagne glasses and two magnums of expensive champagne on ice in the entry room. I poured two glasses from the one the bellhop had opened. "To a successful, albeit short, marriage!" I toasted.

We each took a sip and then kissed again. Katrina licked her lips, then smiled. "I like it!" She said. She took another sip.

I pulled out my copy of our agreement, and pretended to read it. "Yep, we've done step 1, step 2 and step 3. What's the next one? Oh, here it is! We have to get naked! Darn, I forgot!"

Katrina grinned at me and reached for the undone buttons on her blouse. "Wait! I have a better idea!" I said. "Let's take turns undressing each other and have a taste of champagne with each item of clothing!"

We quickly agreed that we would consider items equivalent if removing them uncovered the same potions of our bodies, and in that way we were each wearing the same number of clothing items. We also agreed that a "taste" of champagne would be a third of a glass. We began removing clothing from each other, then drinking our tastes of champagne, then kissing. It took us several minutes, and we had each had three glasses before we were done. When I pulled Katrina's black bikini panties down her legs, I got a real surprise as she finally stood completely naked before me.

"T-Kat! Whatever happened to your shaved pussy! It's all covered with fur!"

She grinned. "I decided to let it grow out! The last time I shaved was, well, the day before the last day we made love! I've had to trim the sides a little so that the hairs don't stick out of my racing suit, but I've let the rest grow wild. "Do you like my new beard, Mr. Jarvis?"

I leaned down and rubbed my face against her furry pussy. Katrina giggled. "I guess you do! But do you want me to shave it?"

I had a sudden thought. "T-Kat, what did your boyfriend think about your growing it out? Wasn't he used to it bald? You obviously couldn't tell him you were growing it to surprise me!"

Katrina smiled, but something wasn't quite right in the look she gave me. "He doesn't care! 'A cunt's a cunt!' is his credo. I only shaved it in the first place for my roommate. She said it's easier to go down on a bald pussy. What do you think?"

I ignored the part about her boyfriend. And her roommate. "Most of my experience is with hair-covered pussies, but I love the taste either way! The hair also gives me something to pull on and tickle you with! Yours looks fantastic! Lemme check!"

I leaned in close and pulled and rubbed her pussy. "Your beard is still very short, but it's so soft, curly, and fuzzy that I love it this way!" I leaned in and kissed her labia, then sucked and kissed her clitoris. Katrina began to moan, then she suddenly pulled me to my feet. She pulled me hard against her. She guided my penis so it pressed against her fur, and we began to rub against each other. Her nipples were hard. I pushed her back onto the bed. Katrina stopped me. "Part 5!' She gasped. "We're not supposed to screw until midnight! How can we possibly wait until then?"

"Maybe oral sex is okay!" I pulled myself off of Katrina and found my copy of the agreement. "Yeah, here it is in the fine print! Cunnilingus and fellatio are approved activities until midnight! Thank god!" I grabbed a pillow, put it under her hips, and I began to muff-dive in the sweetest pussy I had ever known.

Katrina had several loud and athletic orgasms in a matter of minutes. Except for her pubic hair, I'd been there before, and I knew exactly what she liked best. When I finally moved up her body and kissed her, the look on her face was exactly what I remembered from our last night together.

After a long pussy-juice kiss and some more champagne, Katrina returned the favor. When she pushed me over the edge, she held the crown of my penis in her mouth and sucked as I ejaculated. My climax was so powerful I almost blacked out! Katrina sucked and licked until I was completely soft. "I think I like your cum better than the champagne!" She said. "Maybe if I call the desk they'll send up a bottle!"

We continued to drink champagne and to enjoy oral sex, including, of course, sixty-nine. At 6:00, when Katrina got up to use the bathroom, she was so dizzy she was unable to stand. We decided we'd had enough champagne! By the time it was time to dress for dinner, we had both sobered up by cuddling and kissing in bed. We were also both exceedingly aroused by our sexual appetizers!

The buffet was scheduled to begin serving at 8:30, so we got cleaned up and began dressing about an hour earlier. The information with the tickets indicated that the dress for the evening was informal if we so desired, so I decided to be comfortable in an open-collared dress shirt and slacks. Katrina grinned and said she had a special dress to wear. "Stay naked while I try it on! I want to be able to gauge your reaction!"

"Special" was an understatement! Wearing only her blond wig, Katrina stepped into a tiny mound of thin, shiny, clingy, black material. She twisted and wiggled delightfully as she pulled the skirt of the dress up her legs. She adjusted the skin-tight skirt so that it rode low on her hips, barely above the top her pubic triangle, several inches below her navel. In an incredibly erotic gesture, she pushed some errant pubic hairs back under the top of the skirt.

The bottom of the skirt ended a couple of inches above her knees. When she turned her back toward me, I could see the open dimple at the top of the crack between her cheeks. The whole thing was perhaps thirteen inches long, top to bottom. That was just the beginning of its appeal!

There were two-inch-wide slits, one on each side of the skirt, running from top to bottom, revealing a lot of skin on Katrina's hips. Holding the skirt together at the top were four thin strings, each about the diameter of a shoelace. Only the top string went completely around her hips; the other three on each side simply held the two halves of the skirt together. The lowest string was about four inches from the top of the skirt, leaving two nine-inch long hanging panels, one in front, one in the rear. The "skirt" appeared to be nothing more than two strips of cloth, one covering her lower abdomen, the other covering her buttocks. It was so tight that the side strings pressed into her skin, forming little rectangular areas of flesh that dimpled out. There was clearly no way to wear panties under this skirt! She lifted the front panel as high as the strings would allow, and the curly forest of her dark pubic hair was uncovered.

There were two strips of material attached to the top front of the skirt about seven or eight inches apart. Katrina pulled them up and tied them loosely behind her neck. The two strips formed the entire top of the dress. At the bottom they were strings. They widened as they went up, then narrowed to strings again, each forming a pouch around one of her breasts. Each pouch covered most of a breast, but offered it no support. The bottom of each pouch was held against her body by the bottom of the strip which was loosely fastened to the top of the skirt. There was no tension on the strips until her breasts moved. Down her front she was completely bare from her neck to the top of her skirt.

As Katrina breathed, the ribbon-pouches concealing her breasts did little to disguise them. It was obvious that her left breast was slightly larger than her right, and the size and shape of each was completely revealed. Her nipples tented the thin material.

Katrina stepped into matching high-heels, and asked, "You like?" She looked at my throbbing, red-tipped erection and said, "Ah! You like!"

I had to swallow several times before I could speak. "T-Kat! That dress just screams sex! It says 'I want to fuck!' even when you're standing still!"

"Well, I don't plan to stand still, so maybe I'd better practice getting around in these shoes. Tell me how I look then!" She was standing directly in front of me and I could already smell her arousal, thick, sweet, and pungent.

Katrina moved slowly around the room and practiced walking, sitting down, and getting up again. I had to grab a towel to wipe off the pre-cum that was dripping from my throbbing erection. Katrina giggled, deep in her throat. "Our agreement said we were supposed to tease each other until midnight. How am I doing?"

From the rear, Katrina appeared to be naked except for a thin band of material clinging to her buttocks, ending above her knees. The sides of her hips were bare. As she walked, the rounded twin globes of her muscular behind were clearly defined as they rippled underneath the thin, clingy cloth.




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 3



From the front, Katrina's abdomen was barely covered. The slits on the sides of the skirt made it appear that the front panel was ready to fall off. Her navel and most of the middle of her body were bare, and both breasts bounced partly into view and then disappeared as she walked.

From either side, there was an unimpeded view of her body from her ankles to her neck. The sides of her breasts were revealed almost to her areolae as she walked. When she arched her back, the straps pulled tight against her skirt, and her areolae were clearly defined through the material. When she leaned forward, the straps fell forward, and her breasts bounced into view from either side.

When Katrina sat down, the front panel of her skirt pulled up, and the bottom of her pubic fur was revealed to anyone seated across from her. If the tables were glass-topped, I knew where I was going to sit! Katrina wore no jewelry. If she had, nobody would have noticed. With her blonde wig atop her head, I would never have recognized her. Heck, nobody would ever have lifted his gaze high enough to see her face! In this dress Katrina looked even sexier than she did when she was nude! Most of her body was uncovered, and the effect of the dress was to draw attention to those areas which were beneath the opaque, clingy material. Her breasts, abdomen, and buttocks slithered revealingly under the fabric as she moved, and I felt my eyes riveted on them! I knew every inch of what was covered, but I couldn't pull my eyes away! My penis was throbbing!

"Well, do you really like it?"

Katrina glanced at my penis, then squatted in front of me. I could see her pussy between her legs. She sucked and licked the pre-cum from my penis. "I guess you answered my question!" She giggled.

I moaned, then nodded my head. Katrina laughed.

"When we made love in front of Ruth and I realized it turned me on, I learned how much of an exhibitionist I am. But I couldn't wear something like this and still keep my scholarship, and my parents would disown me if they saw me in this! But tonight I'll be among strangers, and I want them to look at me with naked lust in their eyes! Then I want to come back here and make wild love with you until your balls dry up!"

"God, yes, I'm incredibly turned on by you in this dress! And knowing every man at the party will want you - but I get to have you! - is also a huge turn-on for me! I'll probably have to fight them off you! How did . . . Where . . ."

"Where did I get it? Paris! Dad had business there in January and flew the family over. I went to a specialty dress shop by myself, and I tried on at least a dozen dresses, each one more daring the one before. This one fit me perfectly and . . . it really turned me on to wear it, even in the shop! They said it was designed for exotic dancers! The woman who owned the shop even hit on me!"

"It fits you like a layer of skin! Where have you worn it before?"

"Nowhere, you dope! I've put it on when I've been alone a couple of times, but you're the only one who's ever seen me in this special dress! You're special, too!"

Katrina paraded around the room for another few minutes, checking herself in the mirrors to see how much she exposed as she moved. Her nipples were hard and her face was red. She was grinning a lot. When she posed so that I could see her pussy, I could see her juices glistening on her fur.

When it was about 8:15, Katrina licked off my penis again, and I carefully zipped it into my slacks. Katrina wasn't wearing underwear, and in the spirt of our agreement, I didn't wear any either. Katrina reapplied my beard and mustache. "Time to make your entrance, T-Kat!" I said, and we kissed. She was wearing virtually no makeup, and she still tasted like herself.

We were the only ones waiting for the elevator on our floor. As the doors opened, several conversations come to an abrupt halt when they saw Katrina. Nobody even noticed my erection! We got onto the elevator and the only sound was that of people breathing. They tried not to stare. We added people at several other floors, and by the time we got to the ballroom floor the breathing was heavier. Every man on the elevator had an obvious erection. All of their women except mine looked furious. Mine looked sexy, confident, and aroused! In the elevator I could easily discern the familiar scent of her pussy. Several other men could, too, as evidenced by the way their nostrils flared!

At the entrance to Ballroom B I handed our tickets to a man in a tuxedo who almost forgot to look at them. We were at table 37, and he pointed us in that direction. He stared open-mouthed at Katrina's beautiful breasts, then turned and watched her walk with me to our table. Katrina's high heels gave her hips a seductive rolling motion, and I looked back and he was staring at her as she walked. He, too, had an erection.

There were two forty-ish couples at our table. We sat down and introduced ourselves. The two men immediately stared wide-eyed at Katrina's body and their wives scowled at both of us. Katrina and I made up a story about ourselves, but it really didn't matter. Everyone just stared at Katrina. We made small talk until our table was called to the buffet.

While we were moving through the first buffet line, Katrina leaned forward to look closely at one of the soups, and the man on her other side dropped his plate onto the floor. He continued staring at Katrina's breasts until his wife kicked him in the shin. Katrina pretended she didn't notice, but she grinned at me. Her eyes were bright with excitement.

While we were eating, I slipped my hand between Katrina's legs and reached up and rubbed her pubic hair. It was sopping wet! As Katrina bent forward to pick up a roll, I could see that her nipple and areola closest to me were dark red, engorged with blood, and fully erect. The men at nearby tables were enjoying the view, and Katrina was getting more and more excited by providing it to them! I was not the only man getting teased!

The meal lasted a long time, with a separate buffet for each course. During the dessert, one of the women at our table began asking Katrina a series of pointed, tasteless questions which were clearly intended to find out how expensive a prostitute Katrina was. When Katrina successfully parried her verbal attack, the woman leaned over to her friend and made a comment about "loose women of poor character who show off their bodies so shamelessly in public." When the woman began to loudly complain that the hotel wasn't enforcing a reasonable dress code, Katrina interrupted her. "Excuse me. That's a truly beautiful pearl necklace. Did you get it for swallowing or spitting?" I held my breath and glanced at Katrina's face. She appeared to be completely innocent.

Both women looked puzzled but both men looked a little ill at ease. "I'm not certain I understand, my dear!" The one woman replied sweetly. "Whatever do you mean?"

"After oral sex. Did you swallow or spit?"

"Oral sex? Swallow or spit what? . . . Oh my God!" The woman stood up so fast her legs hit the table, and she walked rapidly away from our table, followed closely by her husband.

The other couple followed immediately after them when Katrina added, "I wonder how she earned that jewelry if she never even sucked his penis? Perhaps she has other talents!"

"Was it something I said?" Katrina asked me sweetly once we were alone. Then she laughed, and every man within fifty feet watched her breasts bounce.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked. "I'm expecting to see you do something exotic because of your exotic dress!"

"I'd love to dance! Thank you, kind sir! Do you think you can dance with that pipe in your pants? Well, we shall see! In Ballroom A there's a rock band playing fast, upbeat music from only slightly before our generation, and in Ballroom C there's a band playing slow dance music for the old folks. Should we try to do both?"

"How about A first, then C, then back to our room to bring in the new year as a completely-coupled couple?"

"Fucking yes!" She whispered quietly to me. "How long until midnight?"

"It's 10:30. We've still got lots of time for you to exhibit yourself!"

Katrina smiled and her eyes sparkled as she looked into mine, and we headed off to Ballroom A. Katrina was followed by the eyes of every male in the room. The music was as advertized. Katrina was a great dancer, a talent I had never seen her demonstrate before. She left her shoes against a wall, and moved onto the floor in her bare feet and began to dance in front of me.

Every few seconds as she moved her body, her breasts bounced and swung completely out of the top of her dress, then slipped back out of view. Moreover her skirt rode up as she gyrated and twisted her hips. She would "remember" to pull it down only after about the bottom two inches of her pubic hair was showing as her front panel flapped and exposed her. She was exceptionally well-watched! "Exotic" doesn't begin to describe her movements! In some cultures what she did would be called a fertility or mating dance!

The waiters carrying glasses of champagne were paying particularly close attention to Katrina, and for the second time she began to get tipsy. When it became clear that she was barely able to both stand and keep her dress on, I suggested we change ballrooms and she readily agreed. She was unsteady on her reclaimed shoes. With my hand around her bare waist and with my fingertips sliding under the front of her "skirt," we passed through Ballroom B again and entered Ballroom C. I could almost taste the room-full of masculine disappointment as Katrina wiggled and bounced on her high heels as we left Ballroom A! Katrina was covered with sweat from her dancing, but I could tell from her rich, sexy aroma that much of the moisture glistening on her thighs wasn't sweat!

We danced for a few minutes, with Katrina rubbing her front panel against my erection. She was a still slightly drunk, and very, very aroused. Even the scent of the sweat on her bare skin revealed her excitement. I slid my hands under Katrina's top and began to massage her breasts as we danced. Her front panel rode up, and she rubbed herself against me. My erection and her pussy were only separated by the front of my slacks, and I could feel my slacks getting wet. As we kissed I could feel her body building to an orgasm. The look of desire on Katrina's face was both primitive and exceedingly powerful. I wanted her. I no longer felt civilized. I needed to mate with her. My penis felt hot and swollen, barely contained by the wet front of my slacks as it rubbed against her, sliding up and down her slit, almost entering her.

I glanced at a clock, and I was surprised to see that it was just past 11:55. "T-Kat, we're never going to make it back to the room on time! Quick! Over here!" I had lost nearly all self-control, and I no longer really cared that we were in a public place. We were both ready to make love, and it was time.

I pushed Katrina toward a relative dark wall where a waist-high serving table had just been cleared of its glassware. I pressed Katrina's buttocks against the table, and we began to undress each other. She kicked off her shoes. I reached up and untied her top, and the panels fell down, revealing her hard, red-tipped breasts. Katrina made grunting sounds as she first unbuttoned then opened my shirt while I rubbed and kissed her breasts. She pressed her hot, sweaty, breasts against my bare chest and growled, "Now! It's time!" She made grunting and growling sounds deep in her throat as she breathed.

Katrina aggressively unfastened my belt, undid the fastener, and quickly unzipped me. My pants fell down around my ankles and my erection popped free. I pulled her entire skirt up to her waist. We were both effectively naked. She had been sexually stimulated for several hours, and I knew she hadn't climaxed since before we had begun getting dressed. Clearly she also didn't care if we were in a public place.

I grabbed her bare bottom, picked her up, and sat her on the table. Then I leaned forward and pressed my penis through her soaked pubic hair and into the opening of her vagina. With a loud moan of primitive pleasure, Katrina pushed forward and wiggled until I was completely lodged inside her. For the first time Katrina and I were mating with our combined pubic hair smashed between us, wet, hot, and sticky. It was neither better nor worse than feeling her shaved pussy against me, but it certainly felt far more primal!

I began to move in and out of Katrina, and she began to make louder and louder noises in her throat. We fucked faster. She lay back on the table, and her breasts jiggled forward and back in time with my thrusts. The top of the table moved with us, and the movements of her breasts became more violent. She was using her legs to slam me into her as I thrust forward. The wet slaps of our mating got faster and faster. Over the roaring in my ears as my climax built I could hear people counting backwards, "Nine! Eight! Seven! . . ."

I kept moving in and out of Katrina, faster and faster. There was a roar of noise at midnight, and the band began playing. I heard "When old acquaintance . . . " and I kept moving in and out of Katrina, going still faster and harder. Suddenly all I could hear was Katrina's screams. "AAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAH!" Over and over again.

Katrina's tremors shook the table, and her breasts bounced and jiggled. I heard some overlooked glassware fall to the floor and break. Her orgasm kept going, and I was unable to even try to hold myself back. I was oblivious to anything in the room except Katrina. As my climax began, the room darkened and I heard a loud roaring in my head. Katrina's vagina clamped around my penis and squeezed with each pulse of my ejaculation. We both let out long, deafening screams. Except for people very close to us, I doubt anybody heard us over the other screaming and yelling. Both our bodies trembled and shook for a long time as we clung to each other. I was still hard. I continued moving slowly in and out of her as we gradually came back down.

Katrina finally rose up on her elbows, gasping for breath. I looked at the clock and it was 12:09. As I struggled to catch my breath, I glanced around, and there were dozens of people staring at us - well, at Katrina. Her dress was around her waist, her legs were wide apart, and my penis was still slowly moving wetly in and out of her engorged labia, beautifully framed by her short, dark pubic hair. Katrina opened her eyes and realized it, too.

"We've got to get out of here before we're arrested!" She cried.

I pulled her off the table, and she pulled her skirt down and tied her top back up. I picked up her shoes, but she said, "Carry them! I can move faster this way!" I took a step and fell down. I had forgotten to pull up my pants!

Katrina laughed when she saw I wasn't hurt, and I pulled my pants up, fastened the snap, and closed my belt. Katrina and I moved quickly through the crowd, and we headed for the elevators. I zipped as we went. Only with extreme difficulty was I able to avoid a zipper accident with my sticky erection! We had to wait once we reached the elevators, and I managed to get my shirt partially buttoned. Katrina had her arms around my neck and was kissing me passionately. Her bare breasts were no longer under her top, and they pressed against my shirt. I was completely erect in spite of my ejaculation. Every time I opened my eyes I could see people staring at us with their mouths wide open. It was certainly obvious to everyone that Katrina and I were preparing to mate - again!

The elevator arrived before we completely lost control. I pushed Katrina into a corner and pulled up the front panel of her skirt. I lifted her, and she began to rub herself back and forth against my penis, humping her uncovered pussy against it through the fabric of my slacks. Now my penis was upright in my pants, and she was able to press it firmly against her clitoris as she moved. Just before we reached our floor, she had another orgasm. As her muscles rippled up her body, she screamed. In that enclosed space it was almost painful to hear! Her bare heels banged the sides of the elevator as she trembled and shook, her pussy still resting on my penis.

The doors opened on our floor and I pushed through a half-dozen shocked people and into the hallway. Katrina was still bare-bottomed and humping me through my pants, and I carried her to our room that way, her bare buttocks leading the way. Another half-undressed couple coming the other direction paused to wish us a happy new year, then whistled and cheered as we continued down the hall. Katrina began to grunt as she rapidly approached another orgasm.

I managed to get the key card to work in the lock, and I carried Katrina into our suite. I dropped her shoes, kicked off my own, and yanked off my shirt, popping several buttons. I dropped Katrina halfway onto the bed, then unfastened my belt, unzipped, and stepped out of my slacks. I practically fell into Katrina as I entered her for the second time that evening. I was standing on the floor at the foot of the bed, and her legs were around my waist as we pounded my penis into her.

Katrina came loudly several times, and I finally ejaculated so forcefully that my legs began to collapse under me. Katrina pulled herself completely onto the bed, and I crawled up onto the bed between her legs. I collapsed into her arms and we both fell asleep as we hugged and kissed and gasped and moaned.

I was awakened several hours later by a heavily accented, "Eggscuze me Sur!" followed by rapid footsteps and the sound of our door closing. I caught a glimpse of a uniform, and I realized it had been the maid. I had forgotten to put out the "Do Not Disturb!" sign. I began to giggle and this woke Katrina. I told her what had happened.

"Look at us! You're still wearing your dress, but it's pulled up to your waist so you're naked from there down. Your top is still up, but one breast is out and your legs are drenched with pussy juice and cum. I'm lying on my back, with a got-to-take-a-piss erection pointing at the ceiling, and I've still got my socks on! My pubic hair is matted and dripping from making love. So is yours! Then there's a trail of our clothing from the door of the apartment to this bed! My pants are lying there with a huge wet spot you made on the front! Think how we looked to that poor woman!"

We both howled with laughter until bladder pressure finally overcame us. Katrina took so long on the toilet that I had to use the shower, and my urine ran down the wall and got my socks wet. I had just finished rinsing them out, when Katrina joined me in the shower, still wearing her dress. She had removed her wig, and she quickly pulled off my beard.

"It's washable, and I need to rinse some of the stuff out of it!" She had pulled her skirt down to the level where it belonged, and she turned slowly under the shower. The water made the shiny, thin material cling even more closely to her skin. Although it was still opaque, every detail of her breasts, nipples, and areolae were revealed. The skirt clung so tightly that the beginning of her slit was clear. I could even see the triangular shape of her pubic forest, clearly visible through the fabric. But Katrina was no longer blonde, and now she really looked like herself, again. I felt intense desire for her rising anew from deep within me.

We kissed for several seconds, then I laid her back on the large padded bench, pulled her skirt up, and entered her. This time we made love slowly, savoring each contact of our bodies against one another. We brought in the first morning of the new year in a series of screaming orgasms from Katrina, culminating in a loud, violent, joint climax for both of us. We must have wasted hundreds of gallons of the hotel's hot water!




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 3



When we were finally sated, I untied the top of Katrina's dress and pulled it down her body. She stepped out of it and I held it in the shower spray for a final rinse. Katrina kissed me, then hung the dress on a plastic hanger. "I don't know when I'll ever be able to wear this dress again! Maybe I should keep it on since you've ravished me three times while I was in it!" In spite of the temptation, I opted for nudity! 

We dried each other off and then ordered breakfast. Katrina put my beard back on. When a knock at the door announced its arrival, Katrina scampered into the bedroom. I put on a hotel robe and let the waiter in. He was a kid about eighteen. As he placed the dishes on our table, Katrina came strutting out of the bedroom, completely, delightfully, unashamedly nude - except for her blond wig. "Darling, have you seen my earrings?" She asked. A tent immediately blossomed in the waiter's pants.

Katrina walked within a couple of feet of the astonished waiter, then began to bend down and look under the various pieces of furniture. She made no effort to cover herself, and her hard-nippled breasts bounced freely in front of him as she stood up. Her furry pussy was exhibited between her legs as she bent over. The waiter stopped breathing and his face turned red. He groaned and leaned against the table. A wet stain spread quickly across the front of his pants. He grabbed one of our napkins, held it in front of his pants, and raced out of the room.

Katrina and I began to laugh. "This wig gives me too many ideas!" She cried. "I really enjoyed getting him to cream his pants like that! I never even touched him!"

"Yeah, and you weren't wearing earrings, either!" We both laughed until it hurt.

Breakfast was an erotic adventure. As was lunch. And dinner. We finished the second bottle of champagne on January first. We drank most of it, but some we licked from each other's bodies. Katrina wore no clothes until shortly before checkout at Noon on the January 4. She often greeted the waiters at the door, wearing nothing but her blond wig - and a smile. We got almost no sleep, except post-coital rest in each other's arms. We never left the room, and we never turned on either television. We talked about everything of importance to each of us - and to both of us. But mostly we made love. Uninhibited, passionate, affectionate, romantic, tender, completely satisfying love.

On the morning of January 4, I found a room bill pushed under our door. We - well Mr. and Mrs. Jarvis - owed several hundred dollars for our meals. Katrina glanced at the bill, went to her purse, and counted out enough currency to pay it. She also laid out a generous tip for the maid. Every day the red-faced maid had changed our stained sheets and cleaned our room while Katrina pranced around in the nude, often with fresh cum still glistening on her thighs!

I expressed concern about the amount of money Katrina had spent and the amount of cash she was carrying. "I paid cash up front, so there's no way to trace it back to me. Dad's got lots of money, and he sends me what I need whenever I ask. I told him how much I wanted for New Year's, and he wired it to my bank at college. I lost our bet, and I wanted to pay up with style! No big deal! Hey, I'm a rich chick even if I don't wear clothes most of the time!"

We dressed for departure exactly as we had been when we arrived. We almost missed the checkout time when our playful game of dressing each other became intensely erotic. Four days of virtually nonstop sex had left us aroused, not tired. We rode the elevator to the lobby with the same bellhop who had brought us to our room. He was grinning from ear to ear, probably in part because Katrina radiated that special, well-fucked look of a woman who has made love over and over - which of course she had! I gave him a good tip after he loaded our bags into the car. I drove us back to the train station parking lot.

Before we had left the hotel, I had paid the Jarvis bill, using Katrina's cash. As I had escorted Katrina across the lobby, I had heard a few whispers, "Is that her?" "I don't think so. She's looks too respectable. It's gotta be some other blonde!" If Katrina heard any of this, she had given no overt sign. But she had been grinning from ear to ear when we had gotten into the car.

A few minutes later I parked not far from my VW. Katrina pulled my beard off, cleaned my face, then removed her wig. We cuddled and held each other in the car. She kissed me, then announced, "I lied before." My first thought was that she was pregnant, but then I realized I could happily live with that - and her! She easily saw through my reaction.

"Not that, silly! I'm still in training! No, I told you that I was getting laid every night. That was a big lie. My boyfriend and I didn't even get together until late last March, and we only slept together most weekends. As soon as I got back to college in September, we hopped into bed. When I did something that he and I hadn't done before, he asked, and I told him about you. Not how MUCH sex we'd had, just that we'd screwed. His prick went soft and he couldn't get it up after that - at all. He thought it was just fine for him to screw bimbo after bimbo and brag to me about it, which he did, but if I had a single lover on the side, we were through. I haven't had sex since that last night -well, morning - with you. I really needed this! And you're the only one who's seen my new, unshaved look up close! It was something special I did for you! Just like the dress, although I didn't know you would be the one who would see me in it when I bought it!"

"T-Kat, I never intended to get between you and your boyfriend! You know . . ."

"Hey, Don, get off it! I told you it was okay, and that all I wanted from you was sex! I'm lucky I found out how chauvinistic and opinionated he was before he and I started making real plans for a future together! And sex with you was fantastic! If that's all it took to make a good life, we'd be set!"

I kissed her gently. "But it hurt to lose him, didn't it?"

I saw a quick tear, but she wiped it away. She nodded her head.

"You were in love with him?"

"I thought so, but not after . . . our summer, and his reaction when I got back to school."

"Did you really pull it off? Were you able to fuck me without emotional involvement - like you said you wanted?" I asked.

Katrina gave me an incredibly wonderful smile. "You know I couldn't, Don. You couldn't, either." She paused for a moment. "When did you first realize you were falling in love with me?" She stared into my eyes and I could read her soul. It reflected the intensity of my love.

I grinned. "That's easy! That day when I asked you to flash your tits and you did it! You didn't even blush, and the look in your eyes . . . like now . . . well, I knew then I wanted to see that look again and again!"

Katrina giggled. "Hah! You fell in love with me because I flashed my tits at you! Maybe I should wear that dress everywhere I go!"

"How about you, T-Kat? When did you know you were starting to love me?"

She smiled. "That same day. Well, night, actually. The feeling ignited after I beat you so badly. You just kept swimming your laps anyway, even though you were barely able to keep going. I admired you, but I was afraid you had hurt yourself! Then when I whacked you on your naked butt and you dragged me into the pool, I knew exactly what I felt."

"I thought you were trying to get away! You fought me!"

"Dolt! I KNEW we were crossing a line! I KNEW my relationship with my boyfriend would never be the same once we made love! I was AFRAID at that instant! And I was right! Then you latched onto my breast, and I knew I wasn't going to resist you any more!"

"T-Kat, It's amazing that we ever got together! There's so much emotional crap in both our backgrounds!"

"But we got past it, didn't we? I had almost given up! I'd been waiting for you for four years! I even fantasized about you when my boyfriend was fucking me. Silly, huh?"

Katrina stared deeply into my eyes. Again I could read her feelings. "Now I'm so very grateful you helped break up my relationship with my boyfriend. He was . . . he was the sex toy, not you! Thank you, my darling Elevator Don!"

We kissed and clung to each other. When we parted, we stared into each other's eyes yet again. "And thank you, darling T-Kat, from the depths of my being, for bringing me back after Angie."

Katrina grinned. "I knew she was the one! Were you her first lover?"

I nodded. "Yes. And it was really good. Almost too good."

Katrina laughed. "Lucky girl! I'm glad for both of you! I really liked Angie, and she obviously was madly in love with you! Whatever happened between you two, remember the loving, not the bad, Okay?"

"I can't even remember her face anymore! Or her body! All I can remember is you!" I replied completely honestly.

Katrina stared deeply into my eyes and grinned at me. "And don't ever forget my dress!"

Neither of us wanted to leave. We held each other and talked for another couple of hours. Katrina was going to follow her dream and attempt to become an Olympic swimmer. That goal would take at least three years to either attain or be out-of-reach. In the meantime she couldn't make serious plans for the future. "It's all your fault, you know!" She said.

"T-Kat, what . . ." 

"You taught me how to swim, and then when I got a crush on you, I just tried harder and harder and now . . . I'm one of the best! I so desperately wanted you to love me back then, before I even grew boobs! And now I have! Grown boobs, that is! And we loved! And we made love! How many people get that? Ever?"

We talked a bit longer. We knew we would not even see each other at the pool the following year. Katrina was going to an Olympic training camp, and my own plans would have me rarely going back home except for brief visits. Seeing each other in the future was possible, but unlikely. We were not silly enough to plan to meet every year at the hotel to make love, like in that movie! 

We both knew, without saying it aloud, that I could get Katrina to give up her dream and marry me if I asked her. We also both knew she would never be completely happy if she didn't try her best to reach the Olympics. Katrina didn't have to succeed, but she had to know that she had tried her best. That was a huge part of the Katrina whom I loved, and I loved her too much to deny her that opportunity.

Finally I packed all my stuff into my car, gave Katrina back her suitcase, and helped pull the tape off her license plates. She gave me the beard for a souvenir, but it was only later that I realized it was likely a duplicate, and she'd probably kept the original for herself. I didn't notice that switch at the time because I was saying goodbye and cutting her loose from any obligations to me. Letting her go mattered; the beard meant nothing to me compared to that. 

We stood next to her car and shared a long, passionate kiss. "Have a great life, T-Kat! Follow your dreams! I'll watch for you on TV! Bring home the gold! Once you do that, or if you happen to change your plans, find a good man and love him until his balls dry up!" She grinned.

"Find a good woman, Don! You've got the bedroom part down pat. Give her all your love as well as your body! And thanks for last summer and the last few days! I'll never forget how everyone looked at us when we made love on that table in the ballroom! I've never felt so alive! A toe-curler-plus! And it felt so completely right to make love to you that way, no matter what they thought! And isn't that a better way to bring in the new year than by toasting with champagne?"

We both laughed at that memory, then kissed again. I pulled the ring off my finger and gave it to Katrina. We stared deeply into each other's eyes for a long, long time. Neither of us said, "I love you!" There was no need. We both knew. "So long, Mrs. Jarvis. We had a great marriage!" We kissed one last time, then finally separated.

Katrina grinned, then got into her car, backed out, waved, and drove away. I watched her car until it disappeared. "Farewell, Katrina! Good luck, my love!" I whispered.

My four-hour drive to campus went really fast. Every memory of Katrina was a good one, and I sang and smiled as I drove. I smiled when I thought about the summer and her Volcano orgasm - even the cleanup afterward. I smiled when I thought about the things we'd done the past few days, including our incredible mating in the ballroom. "You were lucky to get to know that one, Don!" I heard myself say aloud. "You loved her and she loved you, we made love to each other, and we loved each other enough to let each other go." How many people can say they've experienced love like that? As Katrina had said, "Ever?"

Part 4 of Poolside Ch. 4 has been submitted. And Poolside Chapter 5 will soon appear. Katrina and Don will continue! 



Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 4



Author's note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 04, Pt. 3" which was intended to be the conclusion for Chapter 4. Immediately below are the final two paragraphs of Ch. 04, Pt. 3, showing how I planned to end this series a decade ago.

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Katrina grinned, then got into her car, backed out, waved, and drove away. I watched her car until it disappeared. "Farewell, Katrina! Good luck, my love!" I whispered.

My four-hour drive to campus went really fast. Every memory of Katrina was a good one, and I sang and smiled as I drove. I smiled when I thought about the summer and her Volcano orgasm - even the cleanup afterward. I smiled when I thought about the things we'd done the past few days, including our incredible public mating in the ballroom. "You were lucky to get to know that one, Don!" I heard myself say aloud. "You loved her and she loved you, we made love to each other, and we loved each other enough to let each other go." How many people can say they've experienced love like that? As Katrina had said, "Ever?" 

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Now the story continues, soon leading into a new Chapter 5 (which will be described at the end of this submission).

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My euphoria lasted until I awoke the following morning. I'd been dreaming about making love to Katrina, and I reached for her, anticipating the joy of finding her lying next to me. The reality that she wasn't in my bed crushed my happy mood. I missed her more than I'd believed was possible. My love for Katrina caused my emotions to fluctuate between the overwhelming joy our shared love brought me and the depressing sadness that saying farewell had generated.

I was trapped between positive and negative thoughts and fears regarding Katrina. One huge doubt kept intruding into my emotions: If I really loved her, how could I let her get away? Countering that negative worry was one positive hope: If our as-yet- undeclared love really was as strong as I believed, surely after she and I had completed our separate tasks, we would reunite. Essentially it was a conflict between "absence makes the heart grow fonder" and "out of sight, out of mind."

Even though I was working like a dog in graduate school, Thinking about my short time with Katrina invariably caused me to remember making love with her - in considerable detail. As a result my cock kept trying to rip itself out of my pants at inconvenient times. I seemed to be perpetually horny. My weekly program of running, swimming, and weight training merely helped to take the edge off, but I had to still had to frequently beat off to relieve the build-up of sexual tensions. Katrina-inspired masturbation was adequate to provide temporary relief, but it was far from satisfying.

I also felt peculiar, almost guilty, that my feelings for Katrina had devolved into something so self-centered and one-sided. Love is meant to be shared, and certainly so is making love. Barely two weeks after returning from New Year's I decided that I needed a willing and horny woman so that together we could reduce our sexual tensions. In retrospect I can't find any way to justify this decision, and I won't even try.

Fortunately, within a month of beginning my graduate studies half a year earlier, I'd stumbled into what is now called a friends-with-benefits relationship with Evie, another graduate student in my program. She was a year ahead of me in her studies, and she'd been helping me figure out a confusing statistical problem when she had abruptly turned to me. "I could really use a good fuck," she'd announced. "Are you available?"

I was, and yes, we shared a good fuck. After that we managed to get together for a bedroom romp every week or so. Evie was an enthusiastic if unimaginative lover, and our time in bed left both of us temporarily both sexually satisfied and exhausted. Sexually we were compatible, and we shared the same field of study. Unfortunately that was nearly everything we had in common, and we quickly realized that we would never share a romantic relationship. The sex was still good, however!

Now that I'd returned from my New Year's celebration with Katrina, I briefly wondered if I would be able to continue my relationship with Evie. Even though Katrina and I had never promised to wait for each other - and in fact we had not even arranged a time when we would talk on the telephone - waiting for each other was precisely what I hoped would happen. To that end I surprised myself when I realized I wanted to be faithful to her, even without such an agreement between us.

It only took me a few minutes to realize that my being faithful to Katrina was partly based upon my fear that we would never again be lovers. I wanted her to be faithful to me, too, and how could I ask that of her if I weren't willing to do the same for her? "Sometimes you really are a doofus," I muttered to myself. How could I kid myself into believing that both of us would still be interested in each other several years in the future? We weren't even planning to communicate with each other again!

Moreover, even though both Katrina and I knew we had been in love with each other, neither of us had actually said "I love you!" to the other. So, for the foreseeable future, Katrina and I were free agents, and I did the rational thing: I gave Evie a call. 

"Oh goodie!" Evie exclaimed when I told her I wanted to see her. "I was just telling my new roomie how good you are in bed - and it made me all hot and drippy! How soon can you get here?"

Less than an hour later I was knocking on Evie's apartment door. Previously we'd almost always used her apartment for our passionate romps because she hadn't had a roommate whom we could disturb. Evie was unashamedly and delightfully vocal during sex, so disturbing a roommate, either hers or mine, was now inevitable.

I had other concerns. In particular I wondered how Evie had managed to fit another girl into her apartment. That space came with two small bedrooms, but during the previous semester she'd appropriated one bedroom as her office and study room. Her bedroom would now have to have a desk squeezed into it, probably curtailing some of our more athletic sexual activities. Walking around naked between her bedroom and the bathroom was obviously no longer possible, either.

I heard distinctly feminine giggling, and the door burst open. Facing me were two, shapely, dark-haired women, both in revealing negligees which barely concealed their breasts, stiff nipples, and neatly-trimmed pubic beards. Evie just grinned at me, but it was the other one who spoke. "Hi, Don! Welcome! I'm Lauren, but as well as we're soon going to get to know each other, you can call me Lori!"

Evie stepped forward and gave me a hug and a passionate, tongue-wrestling kiss. I could feel her unrestrained C+-sized breasts flattening against my chest. Her greeting was not unexpected, but her doing so with Lori staring at us was a surprise. My confusion was compounded when Lori announced, "My turn!"

Evie immediately released me, and Lori copied the hug and kiss that Evie had given me. Lori's breasts felt slightly larger and almost as firm as Evie's, and her tongue was longer - but no less active in my mouth. It was one hell of a way to greet someone for the first time - particularly a nearly naked woman!

The two women managed to completely undress me as they maneuvered me into Evie's bedroom. I soon found myself lying naked on my back on the bed, with Evie doing her best to swallow my cock whole, and with Lori's tongue exploring my mouth. I rubbed Lori's dangling breasts through her negligee, and she made appropriate moans of appreciation. I had no idea why this was going on, but I wasn't dumb enough to complain. I didn't even notice that there was no desk in the bedroom.

Lori separated her mouth from mine. "Evie really likes how your cock feels in her pussy," Lori announced as she grinned down at me. "Once we get you off an' you're not so excitable, we're gonna take turns fucking you!" She promptly returned to tongue- wrestling. Apparently I had no say about the activities these women had planned, but once again I wasn't dumb enough to say anything.

Evie said something I didn't catch, and Lori changed places with Evie. Evie was very good, but Lori turned out to be a truly accomplished cock-sucker! Getting me off was soon going to be accomplished!

Even if what these women had planned was nothing more than what Nancy, Barb, and I had done after the pool party (Poolside Ch. 2), there was no way I was going to object, and I quickly agreed. "You're gonna need to give me time to recover between fucks," I replied. "I mean . . . I can usually get him up at least three times, and sometimes four or five times. But then . . . "

"Leave that to Lori and me!" Evie said with a laugh. "Unless you've got something more important to do, we're gonna keep you here for the next day-and-a-half or so! Even if you can't get it up, we'll find ways to keep you busy! And us amused!" And to think I'd thought Evie was sexually unimaginative!

I felt Lori's lips and tongue on my cock as Evie planted kisses on my lips. "Lori and I were talking about arranging a threesome when you called," Evie said between kisses. "So once we take the edge off your lust we'll all start fucking and do exactly that. Unless you object, of course!" She giggled. Shortly thereafter the edge of my arousal was dulled as I groaned aloud as Lori swallowed a huge load of my semen. Objecting would have been insane at that point!

This was not what Nancy, Barb, and I had done beside the pool! Over the next several hours I had intercourse with both women, and I both gave and received oral sex with each of them, usually with all three of us actively involved. By midmorning my cock was too sore for sex, but I finally learned what was going on. It wasn't complicated, but it did catch me off-guard.

As we took a break to recover and to get something to eat, they explained that they had been roommates a year earlier in college, and now that Lori had graduated and was here in graduate school, they were roommates once again. As undergraduates they had discovered and enjoyed girl-girl sex, and they'd resumed that activity a few days earlier. They were sharing one bedroom and one bed. Then they'd discussed adding a guy to their activities.

Both women considered themselves to be bisexual, but they most enjoyed the way an ejaculating cock felt in their pussies when they had orgasms. I'd been recruited as their source of a cock, provided, for health reasons, we all agreed to limit our sexual activities exclusively to the three of us. There was a clear understanding that our arrangement was limited to sex - and would not include romance.

I quickly agreed. I'd often wondered what girl-girl sex would be like, and I immediately found out. It was sexy as hell! By the time the women had rubbed and kissed each other to bed-shaking orgasms, my cock had recovered, and I joined in.

When I finally dragged myself back to my apartment, my cock felt worn out and the ligament under my tongue was swollen and throbbing. It was several hours later before thoughts of Katrina returned, but I didn't feel particularly guilty. After all I'd probably found the least dangerous way, romantically speaking, to enjoy non-Katrina sex.

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I'd heard that women living together had their periods become synchronized, but that didn't happen during the months our arrangement remained intact. Their periods began and ended approximately two weeks apart, and as a result I nearly always had at least one pussy - and usually two - to accept the enthusiastic insertion of my cock. My rationalization that sex with these women helped me to concentrate on my studies might even have been true, at least at that time!

Over the next several months we did every sexual act we could imagine two women and one man doing at the same time. On frequent activity had one woman impaled on my cock and facing my head while the other woman sat on my face. I ate one woman's pussy while the other woman rode me. Evie and Lori passionately kissed and fondled each other while I provided direct stimulation to their genitals.

When I was eating Evie and she was kissing and fondling Lori while Lori rode my cock, Lori's orgasms when I came inside her were so violent that she usually decoupled us and fell onto the bed on her back. Her screams were so loud they were almost deafening, even with Evie's mouth pressed against hers. Evie usually came last, and after she finished she would fall forward and lick the accumulated Lori-juice and my cum from my limp cock and balls. As wonderful as my climax felt, I knew I was being used for their pleasure. I didn't mind!

However, the activity that almost always made me black out after I ejaculated began with the women doing sixty-nine, with Evie on top and Lori on her back. Their gentle licking and kissing soon became aggressive loud slurping as their juices began to flow. I'd move up and down the bed, savoring the distinct yet similar scents of the two highly aroused women. Even when I'd recently gone limp, the heady fragrance of two sexually-aroused pussies soon brought my cock back to full stiffness. Then I'd wait for the right moment.

A few minutes later when I could tell that Evie was getting close, I'd slip my cock past Lori's face and begin to fuck Evie with slow, long, in-and-out strokes. Not only did Evie's wet and slippery vagina feel really sexy against Lori's face, but I could feel Lori's long tongue as she licked Evie's clitoris, my balls, and the shaft of my cock each time as my cock partially withdrew. Once Evie began her climax, I'd pick up the pace, going in-and-out with short strokes that rubbed the head of my cock directly against her G- spot.

Edie would arch her back and scream, and her entire body would tremble and shake. As Evie's pulsing pussy squeezed my cock again and again after she lost control, the added firm pressure of Lori's tongue against my genitals would send me into another dimension of sexual pleasure as I shot my load. It was so intense that I felt dizzy, and I'd pull out of Evie and flop down on my back on the bed beside her as I passed out. Without my regular exercise program keeping me in good shape, this probably would have killed me!

I usually regained consciousness within a few seconds, only to find Lori frantically riding my still-erect cock, violently thrusting her hips forward and back, and leaning forward and swinging her breasts from side to side, causing her nipples to rub against my chest. She was always loud, screaming and moaning and yelling unintelligible words until she came, and her orgasm set off my own. As she caught her breath, in the sudden relative quiet I would hear Evie masturbating herself to additional orgasms, lying beside me in the fetal position with both of her hands clamped firmly between her thighs.

Afterward we clung to each other and slept for a few hours. There was nothing else I subsequently ever did sexually that caused me to have two separate ejaculatory climaxes so close together. It was also uncharacteristic for my cock to remain hard after a climax, particularly such a powerful one as I had inside Evie. Staying erect obviously made my second climax possible inside Lori. Apparently we'd stumbled upon something that provided all three of us with over-the-top sexual responses.

Evie's orgasm reminded me a little of Katrina's volcano orgasm, but Katrina's had clearly been considerably more powerful. Lori said that Evie and I screamed and yelled as we came while doing our threesome, but neither Evie nor I remembered doing so. Similarly Lori didn't remember loud vocalizations as she got herself off on top of me.

Oddly it didn't work as well with the women reversing their positions, but approximately once every couple of weeks we managed to do this with Lori on top. It left all three of us sexually drained and ready to get back to our studies. I'm sure it was watching the women making enthusiastic love that helped lift my excitement to such a high level, and I know it was Lori's long tongue that enhanced the experience for me.

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I continued to be confused about my relationship with Katrina. We'd never professed out love for each other. We'd made no plans to meet again - or even to communicate by phone or in writing. Was our relationship over - as it clearly appeared to be? Had I ever really been in love with her, particularly since it developed on the rebound from Angie? If I loved her, how could I keep doing threesomes with Evie and Lori?

That summer at the pool had been emotionally tempestuous. Was it possible that I'd actually loved and lost Angie mere days before falling in love with Katrina? Were my emotions really so easily manipulated? One thing was certain: I still missed Katrina so much it hurt. But my flip-flopping emotions caused me to be introspective about her and about the various women with whom I'd made love that summer.

I replayed the summer in my mind, woman by woman, beginning with Connie (Poolside Ch. 01). Yes, I had real affection for her, but I knew what I felt wasn't love. My affair with her had been the culmination of an adolescent crush, and there had never been as much as a suggestion that our relationship would become permanent. We had been good bed-mates for each other, and we'd both certainly enjoyed our enthusiastic couplings.

As with Lori and Evie, Nancy and Barb (Poolside Ch. 02) were just two women with whom I had sex - but without any emotional attachment. I didn't even particularly like Nancy and Barb, although I did like Lori and Evie. Nancy and Barb were haughty rich bitches, but I'd managed to do what I wanted - which was to fuck them so enthusiastically that they completely lost control and almost passed out. Having them get punished by their parents after they fell asleep on me was, if you'll excuse the reference to that earlier chapter, the icing on the cake!

Alice was a satisfactory fuck, but not an outstanding one. She only wanted me for my cock, and I was happy to oblige. I felt that I could have fucked her until she passed out, but she'd held back and had been careful to avoid giving me that chance. My feelings about her were mostly ambivalent, but I didn't particularly like her.

I liked Carrie enough that I was happy I had managed to introduce her to sex as well as I did. However, her lackadaisical attitude about the possibility that I could have impregnated her reflected her upbringing in such a way as to concern me. Unlike mine, her family had enough money that any little problem - like getting knocked up - could be solved by spreading some of it around. I didn't want anything else to do with her.

Fucking Doris, after I'd saved her daughter Angie from being raped (Poolside Ch. 03), was an educational experience - but it had absolutely nothing to do with love. Doris was my second older woman of the summer, but unlike Connie, I had no positive feelings about Doris. To Doris I was nothing but a cock for her to appraise. Her arrangement with me to seduce her daughter was absolutely cold-blooded, as was the way she broke us up.

Angie was so completely open and curious about sex that I couldn't help liking her from the beginning. Perhaps it was her eagerness to do everything sexual with me that changed my feelings for her into love. Apparently I'm incapable of enjoying a woman as much as I enjoyed Angie without emotional involvement. The way Doris and her Aunt Karen first manipulated us and then broke us up really frightened me, ending any possible future with Angie. Some residual feelings of love for her remained, however.

At least we ended our brief love affair well. Our parting at the pool was bittersweet, but still a good memory.

My affair with Katrina (Poolside Ch. 04) was, of course, a completely different matter! However, as was the case with all of the women I enjoyed that summer, she came from a world where money was never in short supply. One of the things I loved about her was her determination to make the Olympic team through her own efforts, but we both knew that the coaching she'd received had been a consequence of her parents' wealth. I loved her enough to think we could get beyond money issues, but I wasn't foolish enough to believe it would be easy.




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 4



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Fortunately Evie and Lori kept my easily-around lust from distracting me from my major, and I was reading and writing on my Ph.D. proposal for my advisor. I put in sixty- to eighty-hour weeks at the university, restoring my emotional energy by weekend threesomes (or twosomes) with the two women. I carried a heavy load of courses and research, and I doubt I could have concentrated on finishing my doctorate as quickly as I did without those sexual activities.

Late in the spring semester after my New Year's celebration with Katrina, I read that her university team would be competing less than a hundred miles away. Of course I'd been following her progress by reading stories in newspapers and magazines! I decided to go so and watch her complete, but I didn't want her to know that I was there.

Frankly I was afraid she might not do well if I distracted her, and I had no idea if she was still thinking about me. I believed that she was sleeping with at least one other guy, and it was quite possible that she no longer had romantic feelings for me.

After New Year's I'd allowed my beard to grow out until it was bushy and full, but it made me look too much the same as when I'd last seen Katrina. So I shaved it back and trimmed it until it was only a thin, short mustache and goatee. With my hair combed straight back from my forehead, I thought I looked like a complete stranger. I drove to the swim meet wearing a nondescript sweatshirt and Bermuda shorts.

I waited until most of the spectators had found seats in the stands around the pool before I entered. I found a place behind a group of students about three-quarters of the way to the top of the stands. Their mild curiosity about my sitting near them disappeared as soon as the competition began, and I believed I could conceal myself behind them and go unnoticed by Katrina.

I kept my head down, barely watching, until Katrina's first event, the two-hundred-meter freestyle, was called. As the women moved to their starting platforms, my chest felt tight and I felt my pulse speed up when I saw her preparing to swim in the third lane. Her racing suit couldn't completely conceal her shapely figure, and I had flashbacks of her swimming naked. Her breasts were covered and flattened by her suit, but they were clearly a nice size, and her nipples were visible as they pressed against the material. My sudden erection was not really a surprise.

Katrina turned her head in my direction, so I quickly looked down again. I only lifted my head when I heard the announcement for the swimmers to take their marks. Katrina looked poised and professional and incredibly beautiful as she concentrated on the start. I felt a flash of so much love for her I almost called out to her as the starter prepared to fire his pistol.

Unexpectedly Katrina lifted her head and looked around at the spectators. She was staring directly at me when the pistol fired, and it was most of a second later before she left her platform. It was perhaps the worst racing dive I'd ever seen her make, and she was at least nine or ten feet behind the back of the pack as she began to swim.

Omigod! She'd seen me and I'd probably cost her the race! I had trouble breathing as she swam down the pool. She finished the first length in last place, but her turn was so smooth she caught up and passed one woman. She gradually caught up to the others as each length was completed. After the final turn she was in second place, with her head trailing perhaps a foot behind the leader's head.

Every spectator was standing and screaming! I cannot describe the joy I felt as Katrina caught up, then passed, the leader before they'd gone halfway down the pool. She'd done the same thing to me when I foolishly thought I could out-swim her, and I knew how powerful her final kick truly was!

Katrina touched first, with the second-place woman almost a body-length behind. It had been a great race, and I screamed and yelled with everyone else. Once again I kept my head down when the cheering ended and the spectators were mostly seated. My heart was racing and I felt faint, almost dizzy. I wanted to lift my head and watch her, but I was afraid she'd see me again.

So I looked down and remained concealed behind the people in front of me until the results were official and Katrina's name was announced as the winner - in a time of barely more than two minutes and less than a half-second slower than her personal best! If her entry had been better, she would have easily beaten that time! I looked up at last and my breath caught in my throat. Katrina was staring directly at me!

She was smiling her special Katrina smile, and I couldn't help smiling back at her. She nodded her head, waved her hand in my direction, then turned her attention to her teammates who were swarming around her. As soon as she left the immediate area around the pool, I slipped away. She was scheduled to complete in one of the relays, but I couldn't risk causing her additional distraction.

It took me two-and-a-half hours to drive back to the university. Throughout the drive I mentally kicked myself for what I'd done. How could I have risked Katrina's race - and possibly her Olympic chances - simply because I selfishly wanted to see her again? How could my behavior be considered, by any reasonable standard, to be loving?

I had only been back in my apartment for about twenty minutes when the telephone rang. I picked the phone up and answered it, then almost dropped it!

"Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?" Katrina asked. "And how come you didn't stay for the rest of the events?"

"God, T-Kat! I didn't want to distract you any more than I did! I almost cost you the two-hundred!"

"Well, seeing you was a little distracting, I admit," Katrina replied, then she laughed. "I gotta admit that my entry was so bad I was so embarrassed! That really motivated me to push myself to the limit! Did you hear that I set a personal best in my leg of the relay?"

I hadn't known that, and I said so to Katrina. "How'd you know I was there, anyway? I thought you wouldn't see me! And if you did, you wouldn't know it was me!"

"I knew we weren't far from your university, so I thought - well, hoped - you'd be there. But it was kind of strange! Just after the starter called Set!' I somehow KNEW you were there, watching. So I looked around . . . and there you were, grinning at me! Then bang went the gun and I almost fell into the pool!"

"But my hair! And the strange beard! How'd you spot me so fast?"

"I recognized the look in your eyes! And your smile! Nobody else looks at me the way you do!" Katrina paused. "That look says you love me, Don," she said so softly it was barely audible. We'd made love, but never actually told each other how we felt.

I think my heart skipped several beats before I replied, my words completely unexpected. "I do love you, T-Kat! And I miss you more than anyone could believe!" In the midst of our passionate sexual activities I'd never told her that, but now the words just burst out!

"I love you too, Don. But as wonderful as it feels, it's a huge problem for us, too, isn't it?"

We talked about our feelings and things happening in our separate lives for a few minutes, but then she said she had to end the call. "I wasn't going to call you, but after seeing you today I couldn't resist. Is it okay if I call again sometime? Just to stay in touch? Find out how you're doing? And tell you what's up with me?"

I was so happy to talk to her that the possibility of talking to her again almost overwhelmed me. I cannot remember exactly what I said, but I do remember our final words. "I'll really look forward to your next call, T-Kat!"

"Just so you know . . . I've thought a lot about it . . . you know, pretending to be Mrs. Jarvis." Katrina giggled before continuing. "So it won't be too long before I call again. Goodbye for now, Elevator Don! I Love you!"

"So long, T-Kat, my love! I won't show up again unless I let you know first!" There was silence for several seconds.

"Bye for now, my love!" Katrina whispered, and I heard her sob just before she hung up. Our expressing that we loved each other complicated her life to the point that she was crying! I couldn't decide if that made me happy or sad. I felt tears running down my cheeks, so I was equally affected. 

Since I didn't know how to reach Katrina, there was no way I could tell her in advance of my intention to watch her swim, again. For a few minutes I wondered how she'd gotten my telephone number, but then I thought of several possibilities. In any case, what was important was the fact that she'd actually called me! And we'd finally declared our mutual love for each other!

The next two weekends I called Evie and Lori and cancelled our usual activities. I simply wasn't in the mood. By the third weekend I realized that my world had abruptly changed because Katrina and I had actually declared our love for each other. I ended the threesomes after explaining the reason to Evie and Lori. I turned down their offer of a final get-together.

It wasn't that I felt guilty about fucking those two, but rather that I no longer had any interest in being intimate with anyone other than Katrina. I decided that was probably a solid indication that my feelings for Katrina were powerful enough to stand up to life's challenges if we ever had an opportunity, simply telling each other that we loved each other made me want to do so. Unexpectedly, I resumed masturbating whenever sexual tensions built up, and Katrina was always my imagined partner. Now that was enough to satisfy me, even though it previously hadn't been. I also no longer limited my fantasies to remembered couplings, and purely imaginary sex with Katrina proved to be even better!

It was strange how simply expressing our love to each other affected my behavior. I'd believed that we loved each other, so saying the words really didn't change anything. But yet those few words caused me to forgo readily-available and satisfying sex! I briefly wondered if I'd always be an emotional cripple, unable to love another woman if Katrina and I never got back together. That thought was so painful I suppressed it! My life was complicated enough without that worry added to it!

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Katrina called several times after that, but I could never anticipate when. Once it was several months between calls, and another time only about three weeks. She told me news about many of the people I'd encountered during my last summer at the pool, news I would not otherwise have heard about because it was about the high-and- mighty, not people my parents and my friends knew.

As pleased as I was to talk to Katrina when she called, the kind of news she often related also made me melancholy. I was clinging to the hope that someday we'd get back together as lovers, but her calls served to emphasize the fact that we had grown up in different worlds. I had not been impressed with the ethics and power-hunger of the older members of the country club that I'd met. I didn't doubt the strength of our love, but would it be enough to carry us over the chasm between our backgrounds?

On the other hand, in one call Katrina told me that she'd told her parents about dating me - her choice of words! - at the end of the summer, and that she'd celebrated New Year's with me, too. She'd omitted the passionate details, of course, but I was still surprised that she'd been so open with her parents. That was obviously a change in her behavior since, at her request, I'd stayed away when they picked her up from her summer apartment. My own folks had wisely not inquired about my exploits over that summer!

Even more surprising was the supportive way Katrina's parents had reacted to the news that she and I had been romantically involved, albeit only briefly. In fact I knew nothing negative about either of her parents. I'd had frequent discussions with her mother when Katrina had first taken swimming lessons from us, and I liked her. 

Once it was clear that Katrina was born to swim, I had several long discussions with both her father and mother when we realized that Katrina needed more swimming instruction than I, as the best swimming teacher among the lifeguards, could provide. Until Katrina told me, I hadn't known how much that honest assessment of the limitations of my abilities had impressed both of her parents.

Katrina laughed when she told me that her mother had asked her if I was any good in bed! I thought she'd only told her mother that we'd dated! "What did you tell her?" I asked, not really sure I wanted to know her answer.

Katrina laughed again. "I said you showed promise! And that you'd curled my toes a couple of times!"

"Couple of times?" I almost yelled, again hearing Katrina laugh. "How about more than a hundred times in less than a month!"

"C'mon, Don! What would you tell your parents if they asked the same question? Would you tell them how loud we were? Or about my volcano orgasm? Would you tell them about Ruth watching us? And walking around in front of her naked with your cock still covered with pussy juice - and with your cum running down my legs from my well- fucked pussy? Would you?"

This time I laughed. "Good point, T-Kat! At least you didn't tell her that I couldn't get it up!"

Katrina ignored that comment. "Mom told me that she was happy that I'd gotten involved with you because you obviously were honest and had good character. Dad agreed with that, too, but I don't think he knew we'd slept together, even though Mom did. Of course I didn't tell her that you'd done your best to stick your cock in me every chance you got! And that you kept me naked all the time so that you had easy access!"

"T-Kat, you can't put all of that on me! I seem to recall a certain young woman swimming nude laps in order to get a certain lifeguard's cock to get hard!"

"Okay, okay! And Ruth sure was impressed with us, wasn't she? What'd she say? We were like rabbits - only worse?" Katrina laughed for several seconds. "I think about her watching us make love in my bed when I'm, like, a little down. It makes me feel . . . well, sort of relaxed and satisfied in a special kind of way! It's hard to put into words, isn't it?"

That call was more full of intimate memories than any of the others, but it restored a little of my optimism that someday we might have a future together. But first I needed to finish my Ph.D., and Katrina was still working her heart out to make the Olympic swimming team. Until both of those were completed, we had no common future - and there was no guarantee we would have a future then, anyway. After all, we were both changing as we pursued our separate goals.

Katrina's calls helped me to rededicate myself to completing my graduate work. I took as many credits as I could persuade my advisor to approve, and combined with my credit for research work, it was not many months before I had finished all of my course work and was editing my dissertation.

With the end in sight, I began applying for jobs. I had a couple of nibbles, but no bites. The job I thought I'd like the best was in athletic administration at a major Midwestern university featuring outstanding swimming and diving teams. They seemed interested in me, but for some reason they weren't making me an offer. I realized there was probably another, better-qualified candidate for their job, and I'd only have a chance if he or she turned it down.

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Katrina called me while I was correcting some errors in my dissertation mere days before my doctoral defense. I also was waiting to see what jobs might eventually come through. I was under a lot of stress, but talking to her helped me to relax. But when I inquired about how she was doing, she displayed an uncharacteristic and unexpected lack of confidence about making the Olympic team.

Our conversation was tempered by each of our uncertainties, and most of the news from our hometown that she told me about concerned the public disclosure of illegal activities by people I'd met while lifeguarding. My concerns about our two different worlds once again flickered into the back of my mind.

After that call ended, I thought about it for almost two hours. Once again we'd told each other that we loved each other which was truly uplifting, but the future looked extremely uncertain for us.

When would we talk again? Would she make the team? Would I get the job I really wanted? Would our paths cross again? Or would our love simply be a wonderful memory and nothing more? My Ph.D. was almost certainly going to be awarded in June, but what would that mean if I didn't get a job? What would it mean if I had to begin a life without Katrina?

Katrina had promised to call me again after the Olympic trials were over. I was really looking forward to that call regardless of the outcome of her quest, as much as I was hoping to get the job I most wanted. Each of us had devoted ourselves to achieving our separate, individual goals. Would the results of those efforts help us to come together to further develop and expand our love? Or would those results forever send our lives spiraling off in different directions?

For the time being there was nothing more to do except wait - and hope - and remember the intensity of the love we'd so briefly shared.

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Continued in Poolside, Ch. 5

I hope that you, the reader, will not be disappointed but Chapter 5 will not appear among my submissions. Allow me to explain why!

I am NOT a professional writer, and writing is not an easy activity for me. But I enjoy it, anyway! However, probably in part because of my lack of confidence about my writing, I do my own editing. (I've probably forgotten more about grammar and punctuation than what my dedicated English teachers attempted to impart to me. Thankfully helpful advice and corrections from Literotica readers have straightened out some of my more obvious errors!) Anyway, I take a long time to get something into a form that's good enough, according to my limited standards at least, to submit. 

Even though I had originally attempted to make Poolside Chapter 4 Part 3 the conclusion to my Poolside series, immediately upon its appearance I received a surprising number of emails requesting more stories about the star-crossed lovers, Katrina and Don. Did Katrina make it to the Olympics? Did Katrina and Don ever get back together? So I began writing a Chapter 5 (and more than two dozen other stories unrelated to Poolside).

At that time my personal circumstances allowed me to be unusually productive in my writing, and I usually managed to produce a couple of dozen pages a day. I would write on one story for a few days, then switch to another. Poolside Chapter 5 got at least half of my time and attention, and I reached the point where I was editing it for the seventh or eighth (and hopefully final) time.

Unfortunately I got careless about backing up my work. At first I copied everything onto removable drives at least once a week, but that devolved into once every two weeks, then once a month, and then only sporadically.

A hard disk crash wiped out months of writing, and it hit me hard. I had more than thirty good plot-lines going by that time, with more than ten - including Poolside Ch. 5 - preliminarily edited and almost ready to submit to Literotica. But then they were gone, leaving only earlier, unedited, incomplete versions. My writing slowed down to a crawl after that, although subsequently I did carefully save backup copies of everything I worked on.

Poolside Ch. 5 was among the stories I worked to resurrect, but rewriting it proved to be particularly difficult. Katrina and Don are among my favorite characters, and relating the intricate details of their lives required lots and lots of rewriting, editing, and reediting. I was making slow, intermittent progress, but I had long way to go. Then I heard from someone who was impatient to read my unfinished Poolside continuation.




Poolside Ch. 04, Pt. 4



Over a year ago CountryRocks offered me his first version of the continuing tale of Katrina and Don. He made several subsequent improvements, and he sent each one to me. He even said that I could submit them as my own. I made three separate attempts to rewrite his chapter, in the process making his work more complicated, but certainly not better! Several months ago I finally threw in the towel. Chapter 5 deserves to appear, and CountryRocks deserves to receive full credit for it.

Consequently I did some editing on his work and sent it back to him, and I've asked him to submit Poolside Ch. 5, under his name, as his work - which it is!

But does his chapter really continue the original Poolside story that I wrote? Does it capture Katrina and Don's romantic relationship? Is the ending more satisfactory than the way I left matters after this, the new end of Chapter 4? The answers are a resounding YES!

I've been taking the opportunity to submit edited versions of several of the earlier Poolside chapters, in the process changing the original name of the first chapter from "Poolside: Sex with a New Mother" to "Poolside Ch. 1", and eliminating a potential contradiction or two that CountryRocks might otherwise have introduced with his chapter. If you had read my earlier chapters, I doubt you will spot the changes - particular since it's been so long since they originally appeared on Literotica.

Question: Will CountryRocks' Chapter 5 make sense if you haven't read my earlier work?

Answer: I believe CountryRocks' work can be enjoyed without reading the earlier Poolside series, but his Chapter 5 will only make complete sense if the characters are already familiar to the reader. But read what CountyRocks has written and make up your own mind!

Leo



Poolside Ch. 05 Pt. 1



Don and Katrina's Reunion

Author's comments: I was very intrigued reading the Poolside series of stories by LeoDavis on Literotica, but I was very disappointed that the romance between Katrina and Don was left incomplete and with an uncertain future. As another of the primary characters, Ruth, clearly felt, these lovers needed to be reunited and their love allowed to consume them as it developed to its fullest! 

I was so unhappy with the way their love had been left dangling that (even though I'm not a writer) I wrote several drafts of a new chapter and sent them to Leo. In fact, I offered them to him to publish them as a continuation of his series. He told me he liked what I'd done and he encouraged me to continue writing, but he was unwilling to publish them under his name because it wasn't his work. So we've agreed that I will publish this new chapter, and he will refer readers to my work in order to continue the saga of Katrina and Don.

Because this chapter is a continuation of LeoDavis' story, many of the details won't make sense if the reader hasn't read his Poolside series, beginning with "Poolside: Sex With a New Mother" (which has been renamed "Poolside Ch 1"). I strongly recommend reading LeoDavis' earlier Poolside chapters to fully enjoy the story and completely understand everything that happens in this tale. I also would like to thank LeoDavis for his story and for his suggestions to me about how to publish this tale. 

Don and Katrina's Reunion

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It was a Saturday morning in late June. I was 25 years old and had just received my PhD degree in Sports Psychology. My dissertation for my PhD was on the psychology of athletes as it pertained to their attitudes about weight training and other physical training, for each of the different collegiate sports.

I had worked many summers as a lifeguard at my hometown country club. But this summer would be different.

I'd applied for, and was very surprised to be accepted for, the position of Assistant Athletic Director and Men's Swimming Team coach at a major Midwestern university that had a reputation for having good mens and women's swimming and diving teams. The job had the chance for advancement, a very good starting salary, great health benefits, and a very nice vacation schedule for the Athletic Department - most of the summer off.

I planned to spend the beginning of the summer getting my possessions together. And renting an U-Haul trailer, use my pickup truck that I replaced my VW with, and its camper on the back, to haul my stuff to the new home I'd purchased on a 30-year loan. I'd bought the home at the time I first visited the city that housed my new university and met some of the staff members, one of whom told me about a good home bargain from a departing faculty member she knew. The price was fair, and I just went ahead and bought it, even though it was larger than I needed, since I didn't have and wasn't planning for a family any time soon. But I felt good knowing I was beginning on a new phase of my life that I'd looked forward to for the last couple years of graduate school.

I'd finally heard from Angie, with whom I had my first real love affair. It was nearly a year after she had returned from Europe and I was beginning work on my doctoral degree at the time that she called me on the phone late one night.

She told me her mother had lied to her about sending the letters she'd written to me when she was on vacation in Europe. She said when she found out about it, she and her mother had a loud argument. Angie said she told her mother all of the things she knew and some of the things she suspected her mother of doing to her and others over the years. She told me she was astonished that her mother admitted to nearly everything she'd accused her of. And her mother seemed to be completely unashamed of any of it.

She said that her mother had decided against trying to implement any sort of 'training' regimen for her since Angie pretty well knew what the training would have been anyway, from things she now knew her mother had done. She told her mother, in no uncertain terms, that she would live her life the way she wanted. Her mother would have to learn to live with it if she wanted to see her daughter anymore. She was of age now and could make her own life decisions, without her mother's or father's help if it had to be that way. And her mother knew she meant it.

Angie was going to college at one of the best East coast women's universities. And she was trying to divorce herself from her mother's influence.

She said she had loved me more than she could stand at the time we were together. But that during her first semester at college, she'd met someone she thought she could love as much as she'd loved me.

She said she understood that marriage between us wasn't attainable, considering our family backgrounds and histories. It would probably never have worked out, no matter what we did.

I told her that I cherished the memory of our short time together. And I wished her a wonderful life, free of the constraints her mother's life style would have imposed on her. I told her I still remembered her as one of the most free, most uninhibited lovers I'd ever had. And I would always remember her that way. I told her I was going to finish up my graduate work and would, eventually, be looking for a job and be moving on from our hometown.

We talked for about an hour more, telling each other of our hopes and dreams. When she hung up, I felt better about our relationship than I ever had before. I felt quite down when we were separated by her mother. It had taken my affair with Katrina to revive me.

I knew I'd always remember Angie fondly. I'd always remember the hailstorm that saved her virginity, for a short time at least. Perhaps, mother nature had been trying to tell us something. But we were too in love to listen.

I went down to the rental agency and picked up a five-by-eight U-Haul trailer. It was easily large enough to carry all of my possessions. I had to have my rear lights modified to be legal for the street.

Once that was accomplished, I headed back to my apartment that I still shared with three other guys. They would be glad to have me out of there for the rest of the summer, since they all had one more year to go to graduate and wanted the extra room to set up a computer lab for themselves. They were into computers much more than I was. And they could afford the extra rent as they all had graduate assistantships.

While I was packing my stuff in the trailer, I remembered back to my last call with Katrina. She still called me on an irregular basis to keep me informed of her progress in attempting to make the Olympic swimming team.

She told me the news of what had happened recently in our hometown while we were both away at college. Richard and Doris Hamilton and Doris's sister Karen and her husband, Jack, had all been arrested and charged with extortion by the federal government. Katrina said that the FBI had been monitoring activity at one of the downtown hotels that they had reports was being used for extortion. Jack, being one of the owners, was the first to be quietly investigated. That led to the Hamiltons' becoming exposed as well.

I told Katrina I didn't really care about any of them anymore. But I wasn't at all unhappy that their hotel bugging activities had been exposed. What I didn't tell her, though I think she suspected anyway, was that I was glad they weren't monitoring the hotel the night Angie and I had our evening together.

Katrina told me that her trials had already started, but that she wasn't very confident she could make the team. She said she was in the best shape of her life. And if she couldn't do it now then she probably never would. But she didn't sound down about it, just a little concerned.

I told her I had confidence in her abilities - and she quipped back "Which ones?" We both laughed at that. I told her I still loved her and believed she had the best swimming abilities that I'd ever witnessed.

She turned serious and said that there was really only one position on the team that her times would qualify her for. And she was worried about one other girl who was competing. She'd competed against her for years in college. And Katrina said she thought the girl could beat her. She said the girl was built just like her. But she was 'more slender up top,' she'd laughed. Less resistance to the water was a big advantage, she told me, especially since Katrina was only trying to qualify for the medium-length events. She said the bigger girls did the best at sprints. And the slender eel-like girls won the long events. Girls like her had to take what they could get, she'd said giggling.

Just before she hung up, she told me she still loved me and hoped to be able to see me again soon. We didn't make any plans since I still hadn't finished my degree at that time and I didn't have a job yet, though I had begun applying for one.

I told her that I hadn't formed any relationships since I'd seen her last at our New Year's party. I said I hoped I wasn't getting old. She laughed at that and said she'd call me again after this year's trials were over.

I graduated before hearing from her again. I applied for, and then I was offered and I accepted, the job I got before I'd graduated, so my time at the end of spring was fully utilized. I'd been too busy finishing all the paperwork required to graduate to be able to keep track of the Olympic trials and Katrina's progress. I'd have to give her a call when I got to my new hometown and give her my new numbers.

I'd resisted getting a cell phone until I knew the monthly rates wouldn't bankrupt me. The last two years I'd decided not to apply for a full-time graduate assistantship since I wanted to work full time on finishing my degree and getting a job. As a student living on just his previous summer's wages, I had to be careful about finances. Now that I had a full time job, I could get a cell phone and talking to Katrina would be easier.

By late evening, I finished packing up all my belongings. I threw out a goodly amount of leftover stuff that the other guys didn't want. I ate my last meal at home with my friends.

We talked for a while and I told them that I'd gotten a good night's sleep the night before, and that I planned to drive all night tonight. This would give me the whole next day to get my new home organized - and give me time to shop for the things that I'd need to start living there.

I said goodbye to my roommates, got in my truck and just sat in the seat for a minute, thinking back. Shaking my head to clear it, I started up the truck and headed out. 'Life goes on . . . ' I thought.

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I pulled into the driveway of my new home as the sun was coming up. Feeling that this was a good omen, I started unpacking. I also opened up the stale smelling house since it was a warm June morning.

I wanted to head down to the university later on to let everyone know I was in town. I knew, from my previous visit, that my summers were pretty much my own to do with as I liked. I wanted to get to my new office, however, and see what I had to do to make it comfortable.

I kept unpacking until I had everything out of the trailer and into either the house or garage. I worked nonstop since I really needed the workout anyway. I'd fallen off my usual workout regimen as time just got too short before I graduated.

Going inside, I began moving boxes to where I thought they would end up in the split level home. I planned for the basement to be a work, exercise and play area.

My bedroom, kitchen, dining area, living room, and two of the bathrooms were upstairs. There were even two extra bedrooms upstairs that I could set up as I liked.

Like I said, lots more room than I needed. But I liked it after living with three other guys for several years in a not-too-big apartment. I thought I could probably learn to live with the extra space, though it really seemed empty right now.

Forgetting my reveries, I got busy. By late morning I had unpacked enough to feel I was in a home and not an empty house.

I made a quick lunch from the few groceries that I'd picked up on my way through town. There was a market conveniently located in a shopping center only about three blocks from my home. After eating, I headed down to the university campus to see my new office. I also needed to talk to the Athletic Director. I might also get a chance to meet some of the other staff members that I know he wanted me to meet right away.

I went through the main gates, stopping at the University Police and Parking building. And I got a permit for my truck to park in the faculty areas on campus.

Driving on into the main campus area, I found that, fortunately, there were numerous parking spaces available right in front of the building I would be working in. Later on I found that during all except the summer semesters, this was not the case. And you had to arrive early to be sure of parking nearby.

I walked into the Athletic Department building and went to the Athletic Director's office. He was in.

"I'm happy to see you again, Don." He said with a big smile. "It's good to have you show up this week. You know hiring you was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. And I've had to do some hard ones." He'd stopped smiling and he looked depressed.

That wiped the smile off my face. I said hesitantly, "I don't quite know . . . "

Then he smiled and said, "Oh, heck. I'm sorry, Don! I didn't mean to imply anything bad about you at all. It's just that I've had to hire seven new people in the last few months that I didn't plan on hiring at all. We never discussed, the last time you were here, why you were being hired. There was just too much going on back then to make detailed explanations. And I had way too many things to do. I still do. I don't even know if you knew about all the other new staff I hired this summer. You probably didn't hear about the bus crash that killed the men's wrestling and soccer coaches and that killed the women's volleyball, basketball, swimming, and diving coaches. The driver of the bus and two graduate assistants were killed as well."

His voice saddened as he told me of each person who died and what they had done for the school. He told me about the new people he'd hired to replace them. He said that I was the only new hire that he'd gone into this amount of detail with. But my job was to be his assistant, and he wanted me to know as much as he did about personnel.

He seemed less depressed now and he went on, "I've had to hire new people to replace friends I've known for years. It's harder to do than you might think, Don."

He paused, then went on in a much brighter tone, "Anyway, welcome to campus, Don! One of the reasons you're here is that you fit right in with my plans for the future of our Athletic Department. We've never had an Assistant Director before and one combined with coaching duties is a new idea, too. But I have to spend so much time with the football program and its problems, that an assistant for me is very much welcome.

"The Chancellor agreed with me that this position should go to someone from outside our current staff and to someone with a PhD in Sports Psychology, just like you. So, I think you'll fit in just fine."

"We're all on a first name basis around here and very informal. Except for formal functions, where we have to call ourselves doctors such and such to impress the students." He grinned and I chuckled with him.

"Well, thanks John, for the pleasant welcome. I do remember hearing on the news a while back, something about that bus wreck. But I never related it to the job here. I'm sorry for you. And I think I understand what it must have felt like to lose so many good friends all at once like that. I just hope that I can help out and fit in with your plans. You just need to tell me what to do and where to go to do it. And I'll do my best to show you that you didn't make any mistake in hiring me. And I thank you for giving me this chance right out of college, because you didn't know very much about me, without my having had much instructional background." I said.

John said, "I felt that your only having taught some undergraduate courses was outweighed by what I could see was a sharp, inquisitive mind. You showed a unique, though interesting, view on athletic development detailed in your dissertation. I didn't have time to read it thoroughly. But what I saw I liked. I don't think I'll be disappointed. I'm not wrong about people very often. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had this job so long." He smiled again briefly.

We talked about job responsibilities and teaching loads. Then about whom I should see right away to get settled in. We shook hands, and then he showed me to my new office and left me to my own devices.

I looked around the office for a while. Then, I left to meet the other faculty members he'd advised me to see. I talked to all of them for a few minutes. All of the new people were in, settling in, except for the new woman's swimming coach. She had decided not to take the job here, and had gone to a West coast university instead. I remembered when talking to John that he said he'd just hired a replacement. But she'd not shown up yet. I recalled that he had a funny look on his face when he told me about the new women's swimming coach.

I was thinking about that funny look on his face as I left campus that day. I thought it was probably because he'd been able to replace thoughts of his friends with thoughts of what the new people might contribute to the athletic program.

I didn't know, then, how wrong I was. But I'd find out very soon. The next few days would change me forever. I just didn't know it. I'd find that out soon, too.

~~~~~~~~

The first thing I did when I got home that evening was to call Katrina. I got her roommate instead.

She said, "Hello, Don, this is Judy, Katrina's roommate. Nice to hear from you. Are you settled in your new place yet?"

"Hi, Judy. How come you know so much?" I asked her with a grin in my voice.

I didn't remember talking to anyone about my moving or my new job. I didn't know about it the last time I talked to Katrina.

She said gaily, "Oh, Katrina and I talk all the time. And she knows more about you than you might expect. So, I know about your new job. Congratulations!"

"Thanks, a lot." I told her, "Is Katrina around? I'd like to talk to her if I could."

Judy told me, "She's not here right now. But she left a message for you that she'd call you, day after tomorrow at 6:00 p.m.. And for you to give me your phone numbers, at home and school, so she'd be sure to get you."

"How did she do at the trials?" I asked her.

"She told me you'd ask about that." She said giggling.

Then she said in a mocking voice, "But I'm sworn to remain like a clam, in my shell and shut up, until she calls you."

"Please, do as she wants, okay?" She asked more seriously.

I laughed and said, "Sure, I'm easy to get along with today."

"Day after tomorrow, at 6:00 p.m., I will be awaiting my fair Katrina's call." I said poetically.

"Oh, boy!" She said sarcastically.

Then she laughingly said, "You sound like somebody fun to talk to. You got back at me for the clam comment. Most guys don't manage to do that with me. Bye, Don! . . . Be as good as you can!" She giggled again and hung up.

I sat thinking about her last comment. But I couldn't decide what it meant. So, I gave up and cooked myself a good dinner. Later, I continued organizing the house until I started feeling at home and then went to bed.

The next two days dragged by as I awaited my call from Katrina about her Olympic trial results and her future plans. At school, I learned more about my duties around the pool and about my future class load. I found that I wouldn't be teaching any courses the fall semester. So, my workload was to be very light until the spring semester began, and I had classes in the Psychology Department to teach as well as classes in the Athletic Department.




Poolside Ch. 05 Pt. 2



Getting Settled, Exploration, and Discovery 



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It was a warm summer in late July. Katrina and I were about to celebrate our joint birthdays. I would turn 26 while she was turning 22. We had gotten reasonably-well settled in after Katrina's folks sent out her clothes and belongings.

We'd agreed to get married in early August, and have a short honeymoon before classes were scheduled to start in September right after Labor Day.

Our days were spent in our offices at school. And in getting our student assistants organized and scheduled, for helping around the pool.

One day, I overheard Katrina telling her female staff that certain limits would be enforced at the pool and in the athletic facilities. "Nobody wants any scandals around here." She told them. "And the sexual harassment statutes had to be strictly enforced, so the university could maintain its certification for competition."

She also told them carefully, though in no uncertain terms, that I was taken and off limits. "Anybody crossing that line . . . " She joked, "was in for a lot of unpleasant extra work."

The message was received loud and clear. No one wanted to spend their college career bagging up dirty socks and smelly, wet clothes for the laundry.

After dinner, we spent the evenings working out. I'd hit the weight room for my standard strength and flexibility training, with Katrina training along beside me and helping me with some of my workout.

We'd then go to the pool and swim laps. I still tried to put in my standard mile swim while she'd swim past me over and over.

She probably put in about three times the distance I did, though she didn't keep track any more and just swam for fun. I could see the satisfaction in her face every time she hit one of her turns perfectly.

The joy in her that was expressed by her swimming was remarkable. Other staff members commented on it, too. She was easily the most quickly accepted new member of the staff, even though she'd been here the shortest time.

Our nights were spent making love in every position we could accomplish. Often laughing and grinning as we tried to couple ourselves in outrageous new ways.

We really seemed to be soul-mates as well as lovers. We frequently would orgasm together, in intensively satisfying matings.

True to her word, Katrina was becoming a quieter partner. Her orgasms would make her gasp and hold her breath. And give her whole upper body a beautiful reddish blush. Other than a long 'aaah', 'mmmm', 'oooh' or a quick gasp, her climaxes were becoming very quiet. But they were highly visually entertaining.

Her head would usually be thrown back. Her breasts were thrust toward me. Her back was arched. Her arms and legs were thrown outward, sometimes quivering and shaking randomly as she gave herself to her pleasure. Her entire upper body would quiver as she came, her muscles rippling gently with her orgasm.

As she finished, she would wrap her arms around me, pull me down gently and kiss me sweetly. Unless she'd finished me, which she was quite capable of doing with her incredible internal muscle control, I would start up pumping after she'd settled until we would eventually arrive at a mutually-satisfying climax.

Our past lives were behind us and nearly forgotten. We didn't even joke about the past very often. Life was very good, and the future never looked brighter.

We planned a quiet birthday party for the coming weekend. John and Sara insisted they were going to give one for us. Katrina and I weren't really sure why.

Our marriage was scheduled to take place just a couple of weeks later. We both wanted a small wedding, with just our parents and a few close friends attending.

None of my former roommates could make it out here. So, the only person I invited was John Douglas.

Katrina invited Ruth, who surprised us both by accepting, and Sara Douglas. We offered to pay the air fare and hotel costs for Ruth and her current boyfriend to come to our wedding. And she agreed.

With such a small group, we didn't plan for any formal reception after the wedding. We all planned to dine together. Then, spend a quiet evening in a small suite we rented in the hotel, relaxing and getting to know each other better.

We rented the same small suite, for our birthday party since we only planned to invite John and Sara to help us celebrate. John because he'd been so nice to both of us. And Sara because she'd been responsible for getting us together again.

But John had insisted that he be allowed to make all the other arrangements, and Katrina and I had agreed. We'd just rent the room and give John the key.

The evening of our birthday party, we went down to the hotel to await our guests. We planned to meet them in the lobby and then were going to take them up to the room we'd rented for the night.

We'd gotten there somewhat early, so, I went and got a key from the desk. I went up to check out the room while Katrina waited down in the lobby to corral both of our guests. I just opened the door and briefly looked inside.

The room looked like a birthday party for royalty was going to occur, and I began to worry about the expense. John and Sara had insisted they would pay for everything. But it looked like they went overboard.

I returned to the lobby with Katrina and told her about the room. She started to ask me something, just as John and Sara walked in the door.

"Hi, Don. Hi, Katrina. How are you two this evening? Happy Birthday to you both!" John boomed and smiled widely.

"Yes, Happy Birthday, you two! How did you happen to end up with the same birthday anyway, Katrina? Does that help or hurt your zodiac chances?" Sara asked laughing.

"Thanks! Both of you! We're both Leos. So, I guess we're expected to fight. And that just makes the making up more fun." Katrina said grinning.

"Yes, thanks, John and Sara. John, I took a look at the room upstairs. I hope you didn't go broke, setting up our little party." I said seriously.

"Don't worry about the expense, Don. A long time ago one of our geologists, Ben Fuller, who's a good friend of mine, told me to buy stock in Standard Oil, back when it was cheap. I did, and forgot about it for years. When I checked up on it years later, I found I'd gotten rich. That's unusual for a university professor." John said laughing.

"Well, okay. I just thought the layout looked awfully nice, for just the four of us. But I won't worry about the cost any more. I'll just try to enjoy the evening and let Standard Oil pay the bill." I joked. We all laughed and headed to the elevator.

Arriving at the room, John and Sara asked to be able to enter first. "Just a little sort of surprise," John said.

I figured he had some gift or something hidden in a bedroom that he wanted to get out. So, we waited for a minute in the hall.

When he called through the door to come in, we entered to see a room teeming with people. Several voices called out together, "Surprise!"

Katrina was more stunned than I was. She stood there looking over at her parents while I looked over at mine. How had they gotten here so fast? We planned to invite them for the wedding. But that was still a couple of weeks off.

We went on in. Katrina went over and hugged her mother while I did the same to mine. I shook hands with my dad. Then I went and introduced him and my mother to Katrina's parents. They shook hands like old friends, which relieved me a lot since we come from different ends of town.

Ruth was there with her new boyfriend, who she introduced to Katrina after she finished hugging her. She introduced him to me, too. He seemed to fit with Ruth quite well. I saw them staring at each others' eyes several times over the course of the evening.

I walked over to a small athletic-looking girl, who seemed to be standing by herself. "You have to be Judy." I told her smiling.

"Yeah. I'm Katrina's roommate from the trials. We've talked over the phone. But I'm happy to meet you in person. I love seeing Katrina and you together. Looks like you took my advice! And did as well as you could! Happy Birthday to you two, too!" she said, giggling and grinning.

Katrina walked up then and hugged her. "How's the co-conspirator doing this fine evening?" She said and giggled.

Judy laughed and said, "From the news I've received lately, it seems like the conspiracy went well. And this participant feels just fine."

She turned to me and said, "You look like the results did you pretty well, too!" She grinned.

"They did! Over and over again, they did! Judy, I'm going to let you and Katrina get caught up and go see whom all John invited to our 'quiet little party'. He, maybe with Sara's help, is apparently the one responsible for everybody being here tonight." I said and joked, "Katrina. You, Judy, Sara and John could go into business together, planning various operations and schemes. You'd all get rich!" They both laughed as I left them talking.

I walked over to where John was talking to the football coach and his wife. His wife was slender, tall, and blonde. The coach said she had degrees in English Literature and was on the staff, too. Several of the older coaches were attending with their wives. When Katrina rejoined me, John introduced both of us to all of them.

I went to talk to my mom and dad again, unsure how they were planning to pay for two trips to the city. With hotels and air fares it would be expensive.

Dad said they were staying, for the next two weeks, courtesy of the university. John had called him and asked him if he'd be willing to give a talk on current real estate investment prospects, dad's specialty. And dad said he would.

John told him the university offered to pay a seminar fee and full expenses for outside speakers. So, the whole trip would be free for them.

I later found out he did the same thing for Katrina's parents. They could afford to pay for the trip themselves. But it was still a nice gesture.

During the evening, Katrina and I were talking alone to Ruth and Sara, who obviously knew each other. It turned out that Katrina was right about how Sara knew she'd want the job out here. So, that cleared up one mystery that I'd been thinking about.

Ruth was obviously very pleased that Katrina and I had gotten back together. Ruth and I were the only two people, whoever referred to Katrina as T-Kat, and then only in private.

She told us she'd cried for two days after we'd separated. She said she'd lost a lot of sleep trying to think of some way to bring us back together.

I remembered Katrina's comment about her nosiness. But I certainly didn't mind in this case.

She said, "I couldn't just stand by and see a love like yours going so to waste. But I knew what you both had told me and stayed quiet. But I also knew Sara. And I told her to contact you, Katrina, after the trials if you didn't make it."

She told Katrina with tears in her eyes, "I was really sorry you didn't make the team. But I knew there was finally something I could do for both of you. I knew the women's swimming coach job was unfilled. Because, I talked to Sara on the phone, only a week before your trials, Katrina. She told me about that bus crash and losing of all those coaches. And the pain it put her dad through."

"I think you can figure out the rest if you haven't already. God! It's so good to see you two together. More than any other people I've ever known in my whole life, you two truly deserve each other!" She smiled her satisfaction, with tears in her eyes. 

Katrina, Ruth, and Sara were all happily crying together quietly. John noticed us and walked over saying quietly, "All right, Don. What are you doing to these lovely young ladies? They're all crying, or have been anyway."

The girls all wiped their eyes and looked away. Sara turned back and said, "Dad, we were just discussing some painful, and some joyful, past history. The tear ducts were just working overtime. We're all just fine. But thanks for being a father."

We talked a little longer with Ruth and Sara. But with her father there, the conversation was very general.

Katrina and I moved around talking to everyone who'd come. Several very useful household gifts were spread on a table in the center of the room. Nothing was wrapped. All the gifts just had colorful strings, with tags tied or taped to them, informing us of the giver. It was a nice touch. There was no mess when we were done to clean up, and easy for us to remember whom to thank.

The party lasted until about 10:00 when everyone started to leave. Katrina and I stood by the door, thanking everyone for coming. Our parents left together destined for a hotel downtown, in a limousine provided by John.

We gathered up the several gifts we'd received and carried them down to my truck. We left for home and arrived just before midnight.

We were now a year older. We were talking about the party as we went inside. We walked into our bedroom. We were still discussing why we thought John had been being so nice to both of us.

Katrina said, "Don, I think you're right about John. I agree he looks much happier now than I've ever seen him. He always looked so somber. Except when he was talking directly to me. He's looked that way since I got here. I know Sara would have noticed it at home. I'll bet she 'persuaded' her dad to give us a nice birthday party as a scheme to help him."

I said thoughtfully, "Yes, and psychologically, it's a really fine plan. It's very nice for us and helps her dad in the process. She even got to see Ruth again as a bonus for her!

"We'll just have to wait and see if it helps him get over the pain of the tragedy. I think it just might! It certainly can't hurt.

"All John's scheming, which Sara would have innocently suggested, of course, now that I know you ladies a little better, would have taken his mind off of everything else.

"He hasn't been in the office, the last couple of days. And he was only in a couple of times last week.

"I didn't pay attention since it's summer break. I thought he was just taking some time off work to relax. He's usually here every day and he stays late most of the time.

"I know he still thinks about his wife. I've seen him looking at her picture in his office, a couple of times when I walked in to discuss something with him.

"You know, I'll bet Sara's kept him so busy thinking of details about schedules of flights, and hotels, and transportation around the city . . . 

"You know, T-Kat, I'm going to have to keep a better watch on you. Not just on your body either! Sara, too!

"Well, not her body . . . Though, come to think of it. Sara does look very . . . Ooof!"

I suddenly needed new air that was momentarily hard to find. It also had the additional effect of shutting me up. She seemed to be getting good at that. She'd tapped me with her little fist low in my abdomen again.

And giggling she grinned, and said, "Careful, Cowboy, better stay home and don't be wandering the range if you know what's good for your anatomy. I studied it in school. I tried to get every advantage swimming that I could. A little of boys' useful anatomy might have just stuck with me, too." She grinned knowingly.

I rubbed my sore belly, grinned and said, "My gosh! If Judy sticks around for a few days, staying over there with them. Like she's doing . . . 

"Oh, Lord! I hope John can survive all this! I'll bet tomorrow he has a grin on his face, from ear to ear, for the first time in ages!"

I laughed and said, "He may decide to go on vacation, for the first time in years! I could get stuck with his job! Or all his work anyway! And if it happens that way. I'm not sorry one bit! Because, John is a fine person to help . . . "

I stopped, receiving a sudden visual stimulation. I paused, with my shirt, shoes, and socks off, to watch Katrina. She saw me watching, grinned and turned to face me directly.

She said, "I knew if I started rubbing my boobs, you'd finally shut up."

She grinned and continued, "I might just know something about men's minds, too." She smiled knowingly again.

She giggled as she slowly unhooked her bra, her breasts springing free. They thrust out toward me, with her red nipples and areolae puckering in the cool air of the room. She tossed the thin bra behind her on the floor.

She slowly lowered her panties. Her dark brown bush, now exposed to my eyes, was a neat triangle of dark auburn curls, hinting of a pink crevasse in the center.

While looking at me, she quickly rubbed her breasts and fluffed her pubic hair up erotically. Katrina stood with her arms held out straight to her sides and her legs spread shoulder-width apart.

She said, "Don, love, I hope you will always like what you see when I undress. It turns me on, seeing your eyes devour me." She smiled softly.

I said seriously, "And it turns me on, doing the devouring, T-Kat! More than that! It makes me want to do something about it!" I grinned lewdly at her.

And before I finished undressing, I walked over to one of the closets. I pulled out a narrow-diameter cardboard mailing tube.

I could see the concerned look on her face suddenly appear as she imagined what I might be planning to do with it. I opened the tube as she watched suspiciously.

I pulled out a rolled piece of thin cardboard. I walked over to her nude body, and I handed it to her.

Then, I smiled as I said quietly, "Happy Birthday, Mrs. Jarvis."

Katrina smiled lovingly at me. Then, she unrolled the paper. Remembering it, even before it was fully exposed.

She read the title joyfully out loud, "Don Creams T-Kat's Pussy!"

She grinned widely and continued, "Looks like 122 times in 25 days for a batting average of about 5,000! Very good 'elevation' from you during those times, I seem to recall! And an awful lot of hits without any misses!"

She turned serious. She grabbed me and kissed me hard.

Then she said, "Don, thank you so very much! I can't believe you saved this all this time! I really love you for stuff like this you know. It really makes me want to make you happy. And I can see, and even feel right now . . . "

She giggled and said, "that looking at me does that for you. I hope you still like the way I look. As long as you want to keep on looking." She kissed me and then released me to 'help' me finish undressing.

With her eager help and caresses, I was soon nude. I stood just looking at her beautiful entirety.

I said, "I doubt I'll ever get tired of seeing you, Katrina. Every time I'm with you, I experience something new. I really like exploring you with my ears now as well as my eyes and hands."

I walked over to her, lowered her arms and pulled her upright against me. We kissed passionately, naked against each other, tongues sparring until our breathing became short and quick.

I ran my hands over every inch of her while she stood there and watched my hands move. Then, she did the same for me. We were both more than ready. But I wanted to take a shower before going to bed.

So, I asked her, "How about a quick shower before bed to wash off the party, T-Kat?"

"Don, you know how I love water! I need a shower, too! When Ruth, Sara, and I were consoling each other, I was crying and perspiring, too. I can smell me. So, I guess a shower is next on the agenda." She said and sighed.

I turned her around and pointed her toward the bathroom. I gave her a small push. But she didn't really want to start moving until I reached down and goosed her pussy with my thumb.

"On guard!" I cried.

"Touche!" I said as I moved forward and poked her again.

She jumped forward and squealed, "Oooh! . . . Oooh!"

She jumped again and stopped. Turning slowly, she grinned wickedly at me. She reached down and grabbed my erect penis, pulling me into the bathroom. She dragged me on into the shower stall. She had a good grip on me, with both hands now. She pulled me right on into her moist pussy. She quickly backed off of me, with a plopping sound.




Poolside Ch. 05 Pt. 3



Canoe Trip and Unification



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Early the second morning of our second honeymoon week, Katrina and I loaded up the canoe we'd rented, at the cabin's dock. We'd already locked up the cabin and looked around for anything we might have forgotten. Katrina got in the front of the canoe. Then, I got in the back. We pushed off the dock and were off on our first portage. We planned to be gone three days and two nights.

We'd practiced, yesterday, canoeing around. We stayed near the dock until we became more confident in our skills. We took the time to each learn how to make the canoe go where we wanted it to. With my previous experience, it was easy to describe to Katrina how to make the canoe do what she wanted. When she was in the rear, where most steering is done in one of these boats, her quick muscle memory made it easy for her to learn what I taught her.

We even dumped the canoe over to see how it felt. And to figure out how to handle that if it happened on open water.

The canoe we'd gotten, though light and made out of Kevlar, was stable with us and our gear aboard. It was only slightly less stable when just Katrina and I were aboard, without the extra ballast. But it was easier to paddle it then, too.

As we paddled across the large lake, I said, "T-Kat, we're only going to go across one portage on this trip. We don't know how hard these portage paths may be. And we'll have to figure out how we'll carry everything. We've got food for four days and the weather radio works. So, we should be fine if we follow our plans. How's the paddling going? Are you feeling all right?"

She turned and said, "I feel just fine, Don. This is as good as our usual calisthenic workouts. Even my hips and legs get involved when I paddle like you showed me."

She looked back, smiled and said, "I'm really enjoying this. I'm glad the wind isn't very strong. It was a little gusty, yesterday, when we practiced. My stomach tightened up a couple of times when we turned around, and were rolling and crosswind to it for a little. 

I think I prefer it to be calm."

I said, "A little wind helps keep down the bugs, T-Kat. And I think when the sun gets up just a little higher, we'll appreciate a breeze. If it starts to get rough, we'll just hug the shores like we planned. But the forecast was for only ten mile-per-hour winds today and tomorrow and no wind at night."

We'd gotten the local forecast that only covered the next two days, which is why we brought the weather radio.

We saw several loons as we paddled. We'd grown accustomed to them over the past week. There were many around, either singly, or in pairs.

The area also seemed to be home to a large number of bald eagles. We saw them, frequently very high up, just soaring and circling, seldom flapping their wings.

Once, a large bird dove out of the sky right into the water near us, making a large splash. I told Katrina I thought it was a bird called an 'Osprey'. It was not quite the size of an eagle, though still quite impressive. It took off again slowly, dragging a large fish with the claws of its feet as it flew off.

She looked back at me and I just winked at her. She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me.

We switched sides frequently, her changes determining which side I paddled on. We became quite adept at paddling together, pulling together, almost like having sex. We changed sides quickly, trying to keep a slow, though steady pace. Even changing sides felt like an interruption.

Katrina said, "I can feel how good at this we're getting, can you, Don?"

I said, "I was just thinking exactly the same thing, Katrina. This boat slides over the water more smoothly than that old, painted wood canoe my friend had did. It weighed a ton, too. And it plowed through the water. This thing just glides across the surface. It's almost effortless once it's moving. And we seem to be moving pretty fast. We're more than halfway across this open area."

She said, "Let's stop at that point up ahead, Don. And change ends for a while. My end needs a rest, too. These cross-weave, reed-type seats didn't feel so hard when were practicing yesterday. I'm going to have a tartan brand on my butt before we're done." She giggled and looked back quickly.

I kiddingly said, "Maybe, I should register that brand. Anyway, you're always worrying about your behind, aren't you, T-Kat?"

She laughed and said, "Yep! Gotta keep it in shape, Don, so somebody I know won't get bored with it."

I said softly, "Never gonna happen, T-Kat. Never in as long as time exists. Or like you say - Ever!"

She looked back and said, "Good thing that point's close ahead, Don. I might capsize the canoe crawling back there to kiss you."

We carefully landed the canoe. Plowing ahead into the shore, like I'd done back home in the mud, wasn't recommended up here. The shorelines were all rocks. I could see why the geologist, Ben Fuller, loved it up here. There were big rocks, little rocks, and all shapes and sizes of in-between-sized rocks, but not much sand or finer stuff, and no mud.

We later found a couple of small beaches of sandy and gravelly stuff. But those appeared to be very uncommon.

After she'd been kissed properly, giving both our backsides a break, we switched ends. And we started off again.

I said, "Katrina, it's a little hard to see where we're supposed to be headed right now. The whole shoreline ahead looks like a short, green wall with a short, whitish-gray base."

Katrina looked down at a map in front of her, on the bottom of the boat. She said, "Don, the map indicates we should be going almost due east to get to the portage trail. Why not check out the compass, on that GPS thing you bought, to see where we ought to head. Might as well see if it works anyway."

I got out the GPS unit and let it warm up and align itself. I said, "It looks like we're heading too far south, T-Kat. We should turn left a little and head for that white-looking rock right over there."

I pointed and continued, "This little device is really nice! It not only shows the compass heading, it even shows where we are on the lake. And . . . yes . . . we need to head around that point ahead of us, just off to our left right now. Then, go around it to the right. The portage trail is shown to be in the very back of the bay there."

I reached back and handed her the little device. She set it on the bottom of the boat in front of her. Then resumed her paddling while studying its display.

She kept paddling while glancing down at the GPS unit. "Yes, sir, Commander Don, sir! Your crew willingly complies!" She said in a bantering tone.

But she turned us left a little, apparently using the little device on the bottom to get us heading to where I'd indicated.

I said, less banteringly, "Now, none of that stuff, T-Kat. 'Crew' indeed. Remember what I said before about us being equals and stuff. I meant it to mean always. At least that's what it means for me."

I grinned over my shoulder at her and said, "Besides, the person in the rear is in command of a canoe anyway. Any orders for your crewman, Captain T-Kat?"

She said quietly, "Not any that wouldn't compromise the integrity of the vessel, Chief Crewman, Don."

As I looked back again, I thought, 'A canoe could be outfitted with a rear-view mirror. Then, I would ask her to paddle nude, with her legs over the sides . . . '

But I said, "I'd have asked you to try paddling nude, T-Kat. But it hurts my neck too much to look back and paddle, too." I looked back and grinned quickly.

Then I said, "And when I'm in back, I can't see as much of you as I'd like to be able to. I just love watching your face when you're happy. And I can't see it from there, or here!"

I kept paddling and went on jovially, "I seem to detect a flaw in the design of these craft reflected by your similar comments moments before regarding this vessel's seaworthiness. We're scientists. We should investigate this phenomenon! I know! We should redesign them! We'd get rich! Instead of long and narrow, we'll go for a more squarish . . . maybe more . . . mattress-like shape. Less maneuverable, though heaps more fun to paddle you on! Then once we're rich, we'll go on a permanent vacation up here."

I went on more wistfully, "Katrina, you'll guide me on my quest, down through a dark, lush auburn forest, with a beautiful valley nestled inside. You'll lead me into a mystical cave that dwells deep within this forest. I will explore this cave, using only tools that nature provided. Only mysterious fluids and vapors emerge from this cave, so I must thrust my way forward and explore quickly, before retreating to gather strength for another search. I'll repeat my efforts until I finally reach my reward. I'll have overcome your valiant efforts to keep me inside. Until, finally, I'll go deep into the core of the cave, and allow you to hold me there. And finding myself resting deep in the magical core, we'll be together when I leave a precious gift. An offering to the essence, left in a place where ecstasy resides. And we'll both find nirvana together. Oh! What a beautiful dream!"

Then I said blandly, "A rear-view mirror would be nice, too." I kept paddling, smiling at my goofiness and glancing back.

Katrina's eyes were wet. But she was smiling. And then she bantered, "I haven't even done much fishing yet. But I think Don's a keeper. I'm not going to throw you back anyway."

She went on in the wistful tone I'd just employed, "I'll use only live bait and no artificial lures. And with the right scent on my bait, you won't be able to resist me. One taste and you'll be hooked! And then I'll have you on my string! And with a stiff rod in my hands, I think I'll be able pull you in! I'll prepare you and devour you as you finally realize that you can't escape from me . . . Better get used to being on my stringer, fish."

She grinned as I looked back at her. I just shook my head, and chuckled softly. I briefly stopped paddling. Without turning around and in an obvious pantomime, I put my paddle straight up. "I."

Setting my paddle down across the gunwales quickly, I put my arms out and up curving around as best I could and put my fingers together to my head. A heart. "Love."

I signaled a touchdown. "You."

Without looking back I picked up my paddle and resumed the pace quickly. Then I looked back over my shoulder again.

Katrina was smiling ruefully and shaking her head. She said, "Damn, damn, damn! You're just too smart, Don! It doesn't seem fair! I was in front and I should have thought of it first! You know I'm running up a big debt in the idea department of our little joint venture. I'm going to have to think of a way to get even."

She quipped, "Even if it takes me all night!" She giggled.

From behind, I knew she could see my ribs quaking gently as I chuckled. I tried to breathe more deeply and just paddle on. But my thoughts kept bringing the giggles back. I glanced back again, and she was gently bouncing the back of the canoe up and down.

Her face was red from her substantial efforts in trying not to laugh out loud. She was quaking herself about twice per second. I guess she didn't want to disturb the loons again. I shook my head again and paddled on. God! This was a big lake!

I just kept paddling and told Katrina that if she burst out laughing, I would, too. Then we'd have everybody on the lake thinking we were both nuts. And they'd probably send somebody after us, so we wouldn't be loose in the woods like I told Katrina the animals were.

As I paddled on, I realized that the front position in the canoe definitely had less variety to the work. It was mainly a propulsive position. You had a good view. But there was little to do except paddle. I couldn't control where we were going very much. But I wasn't supposed to. That was Katrina's job in the back.

I could see what she'd meant before about a workout. The tops of my arms and shoulders were already a little sore. She said she felt the same way.

I said, "I think we're both in good enough shape. It's just that we're using muscles continuously that we're not used to using together. I never got into the rowing machines, did you?"

She said, "No, I tried them of course. I don't remember any equipment that would simulate this activity exactly. Maybe, you could simulate it with the pull-weights, I don't know. I used all the weight-training stuff.

"There were great weight rooms at college, mainly for the football jocks. But all the athletes got to use them. The stuff at trials was unbelievable! Everything was gleaming chrome, mirrored walls. You know, all the best stuff."

I smiled and said merrily, "Yes, I know what you mean. However, the objects I loved seeing in the weight rooms only visited the weight rooms and didn't live there."

In a mock serious tone, she said, "Those types of objects have now all been declared contraband for one certain member of this crew, get me, Elevator Man?"

She poked me gently in the back with her wet paddle. I looked back.

But she was grinning and continued less mockingly, "And the current Captain similarly agrees to the same limits. We talk about everything first, right crew?"

I said grinning, "Yes, sir, ma'am, Captain, T-Kat, lover, dear."

Then I said more seriously, "'I do' pretty much covered it in my mind. I try my best to never lie. Even to you!" I joked and I looked back and said, "Okay?" Her eyes looked wet again.

Almost too quietly to hear, she said, "These boats are just too damn long."

I paddled on and was happy to see we were almost there. A short rest would be very welcome, and not just for my arms and shoulders. Katrina and I would be wearing the same brand.

We approached the 'whitish rock' we'd aimed at. It turned out to be another peninsula point.

Katrina said, "I'll be glad to land and rest for just a little. But I can see from your GPS thing that we're almost there."

We landed and exchanged positions once more, getting better and feeling better balanced each time. As she'd indicated, we only had a short distance to go now.

Soon, we started off again and we rapidly approached the end of the lake, at the back of a deep, narrow bay. It felt like we were paddling up a short river with no current.

We landed at the obvious portage start. It was marked only with a short brown pole. Carved into this pole was the name of the lake at the end and its distance.

It said, 'Disappointment Lake, 144 rods.'

I told Katrina that I remembered a rod was about 16 feet. That meant we'd have to walk about half a mile.

This area was somewhat sandy, and the trail appeared gravelly. The whole area was remarkably clean. Only a few short coils of snarled fishing line littered the ground. Only footprints and dents in the soft gravel near the shore showed where equipment had been stacked.

We unloaded our canoe, carried it up and set it down for loading for the trail. I said, "Here we are, T-Kat! From here on, there aren't many people, only passers through like us. Nobody lives up here. There aren't any roads, only a few trails and lots of rocks and trees, from the look of it."

I looked up the trail. I knew from looking at my GPS unit that the elevation difference between the two lakes was only about 65 feet. The trail wasn't too steep. But it didn't seem to level off much either.

Since the canoe was so light, I strapped the paddles, fishing gear, life jackets and tent to the canoe thwarts. I stuffed our rolled-up sleeping bags and air-foam pads under each seat.

After pulling on my lightweight pack, Katrina helped me lift and roll the canoe up onto my shoulders. The carrying yoke the resort provided helped. But it still was hard on my shoulders and especially hard on the back of my neck.

She pulled on her lightweight pack and I started off up the trail. Katrina was leading the way.

We'd sprayed ourselves with some commercial bug repellent before we'd loaded up. There were lots of mosquitoes near the beginning of the portage close to the water.

I wondered if they knew to wait here for lunch to come by without them having to go look for it. I didn't want to be anybody's lunch, except Katrina's. So, I was trying the bug repellent. She wanted some, too.

It's a good thing we took the time to put the stuff on. It had a greasy sort of feel, even after it was spread thin. The fading evergreen odor of the propellant faded quickly leaving a faint, though pleasant, chemical smell.

But it was worth it. The mosquitoes came at us from all sides. I'd never seen so many all at once back home. Even out on my friend's farm, they weren't like this. The ones here weren't big at all, just fearless and hungry.

But the bug stuff seemed to work fairly well. Only once in a while did one bite through my sweat suit I was wearing. I could only get one hand free to slap the little bastards when they got me.

She was slapping and giggling as she walked in front of me. I asked her, "What's so funny? These bugs are no fun. I thought we'd leave them at the waterline. You look like you're slapping yourself to death, too." I chuckled as she swatted herself on her ass.

As the trail widened slightly, she moved over and started walking along beside me. She had settled down and said, still giggling, "I know they're not. But I was thinking, 'Those old time voyagers, you told me about, had to be hardy souls to be out here with no bug repellent.' Dumb maybe, but hardy. It's hard to believe they could live out here and not be dehydrated, by the end of the trail."

She paused and said thoughtfully, "I don't know about this portaging stuff. I like the feeling of being surrounded by nothing but trees."

The canoe, even with all the gear, didn't feel very heavy. It was easy to carry once I'd gotten the balance figured out. But the trail kept going up and even twenty feet of level ground would have felt wonderful right now.

Katrina complained she wasn't carrying enough of the load, reminding me of my own words about sharing. Then she grinned, "We can talk about that on the other end of the trail. I can still dodge the little buggers. But you're stuck under there getting all my CO2, zeroing them in for the kill." She said dramatically.

Then, she giggled and said righteously, "Besides, a girl ought to get to decide where the conversation about sharing is held. Don't you think so, Don, Baby?"

She tried to look deadpan. But she failed because of her jaw muscles quivering as she tried not to laugh.

I tried to ignore her, by continuing up the narrow trail. It had become less gravelly and was now mostly rocks and roots. I knew it had to stop going up. This entire part of the country looked flat.

I couldn't see very far ahead because my head was up inside the canoe. I could see to the sides somewhat, but all that was there was forest and rocks - and lots of both. To the front and rear all I could see was the canoe and a short amount of trail.

After about five minutes the trail narrowed and finally became more level. She moved ahead of me again.

And then Katrina said, "Hey, Don! I can see water up ahead not too far. Heck, we're already there. That wasn't so bad, was it?" She seemed totally recovered from the uphill hike already.

She said, "There don't appear to be many mosquitoes around here right now. Maybe, they don't like this sunny area. How are you doing there, stud?" She chuckled at the sight of me just standing there, not moving.

"I probably only lost a couple of gallons of blood. I hope there's enough left, for nature to take its course, later on today. I can't get a transfusion clear out here." I said.

As I tried to get my breath back from climbing that damn hill, I went on decisively, "You know, climbing that hill would be a great exercise program, all by itself. While carrying a canoe, I mean. And carrying that canoe also led me to realize, why boats have female references made about them. Guys name them. And it's more fun when you're on top of them than when they're on top of you."




Poolside Ch. 05 Pt. 4



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Something prodding me in the ribs woke me. I wasn't sure I hadn't dreamed it, though, I didn't remember any dream. Katrina poked me again, and I looked at her.

She was on her back, and I was cuddled up next to her side, with one arm over her chest. She seemed to be listening as she put one finger over her lips.

I raised my head and I could hear breathing. Unfortunately, the breathing was coming from the direction opposite of her, through the tent wall behind me. I glanced quickly over at the tent to make sure it was still there, and that no brand new door had been formed while I slept.

The breathing was quite loud, very close by. Large, deep lungs made those sounds.

Katrina had a strong grip on the arm over her chest. I disengaged her as I slowly sat up. The breathing outside paused, then resumed. I know we both thought it was a bear. And it probably was. But I was in no real hurry to find out for sure. She didn't appear to be either. She now had a good, healthy grip on the arm closest to her.

She whispered very quietly, "God! Don! Do you think it's a bear outside?"

She didn't seem very relieved when I speculated, also very quietly, "Yes, I think so, T-Kat. And I hope it stays out there, too. I can't imagine anything else that breathes, with such large-sounding lungs."

I don't know what made me think of it. But while she was looking over her nearer shoulder and listening carefully. I reached down quickly, seized her whole pussy with one hand and squeezed once quickly.

She popped up like a jack in the box and gasped quite loudly, "Aaooohhh!", momentarily forgetting the animal outside.

I was giggling. But I said in an almost normal voice, "Hey, T-Kat, have you seen the small flashlight?"

She punched me before I was expecting it, in the lower belly. Not hard, but it doesn't take much down there.

She giggled when I jumped up to my knees and said, 'Oooof!'

She was laughing and said, "How ya feelin', Don, lover. Pretty good moves there for an old man!"

She was still giggling as I tackled her to the bed and kissed her until we both sat back up, remembering there was something outside. It had slipped my attention briefly. I can't imagine why.

I could no longer hear breathing, even straining to listen hard. I got up, still naked, and picked up the beam lantern. I cautiously zipped open the tent, stuck my head and shoulders outside and shined the beam around.

The temperature had cooled since I was last outside though it still felt muggy.

I could see nothing moving at all. I looked to the food sack between the trees and it was undisturbed. I shined the light at the canoe and it was fine, too.

Our nocturnal visitor had apparently departed. I wasn't complaining. I could hear a distant, faint, crunching sound coming from the woods in the direction of the latrine. But it was further back into the woods of our island. It faded until I couldn't hear anything, except bullfrogs croaking around the lakeshore.

From behind me Katrina said, "Is it gone, Don? Can you see it out there?" I felt her hands tickling up my inner thighs and playing with my testicles.

I said, "I think it took off, T-Kat. Whatever it was. I'm not sorry though." I said, moving back inside, interrupting her caresses briefly.

As I sat back down on the bedding, and then lay back down beside where she'd just reclined, she asked, "Don, do you think it was a bear? The heavy breathing made it sound awfully big."

"Yes, I think it probably was." I told her and said, "I heard it crashing through the brush, way out past the latrine."

Then I grinned and said playfully, "T-Kat, that gasp of yours might have to be regulated out here. Much too dangerous for the local wildlife to have to endure I believe. I think you scared it clear to the other end of the island, maybe further. I guess bears can swim. It's probably on the mainland by now."

She laughed and said, "Well, you seemed completely uninterested in me as you listened. I was thinking that an experiment, dealing with your and my quick, um, massages of each others groins, let's say, could be conducted on whether you always completely forgot what was going on around you at that critical moment in time.

"I know I forgot all about the bear! Not many things I know would make me forget about something like that!

"I was going to mention it to you. But I should have figured that there was some mad scheme brewing in that devious mind of yours. I felt that squeeze from my head to my toes." She grinned and faked a punch at me.

I made to defend myself against her lethal little fist, grinned and said, "I don't know what made me think of an auditory bear repeller. But that's honestly what was in my mind at the time. Maybe I need to be psychoanalyzed, professionally I mean."

She grinned at me and said with mock sincerity, "It wouldn't surprise me a bit! That might be necessary, Don, in the future. But for now I'm going to continue to analyze you myself. You should be sure not to see anyone else. That could interfere with my diagnostic work. You won't need any professionals to work on you either. Ever!"

Then she smiled and pompously said, "I'll have to concentrate fully. So, your case won't get out of hand. And even with my total devotion, your case will still be very hard. But I think I'll enjoy taking it in hand and filling my schedule with the outcums of your hard case. The master strokes I'll encourage you to employ will allow your hard case to prosper, flourish and completely fill my schedule to overflowing. We'll feel ecstatic, though exhausted, from the physical grind. And we'll both realize my analysis of you had cum to a marvelously successful climax." She grinned smugly.

I giggled, still playfully kidding with her, and said, "Oh, brother! Now, T-Kat, I know that a case like mine can be very hard, for an amateur like you to work on. So, I'll try to help you over cum the hardships. Over cumming, whenever things get hard, no matter how deeply I have to explore will be all the reward I desire. I'll appreciate your devotion to my hard case. I will forever be thankful that I had a therapist with a schedule like yours. I'll forever treasure the chart of our former investigations. And I hope that your analysis of me will allow my hard case to fill your schedule completely and future New Year's analyses will cum in with a bang!" I grinned smugly back at her.

She'd been giggling as she was sliding her fist up and down my shaft as I talked. I stood like the tallest tree in the woods. She moved over me, aligned herself and impaled herself on my erection, sighing gently.

She put her hands on my chest and had me hold her breasts. She took me on a lover's ride until we came together, unhurriedly, and most satisfyingly. As she completed, she collapsed her breasts onto my chest. Breathing heavily, just like the bear outside had been doing. Deep breaths calmed her quickly. Still impaled, she wearily rested above me as she relaxed.

As I felt her become quieter and marginally heavier, I closed my eyes, feeling wonderfully spent, delightfully relaxed. I felt myself sinking into the foam pad below me. And it was suddenly morning.

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I didn't wake up until the sunlight was shining on the tent. I rolled my head over and saw Katrina looking down at me.

She said, "Good Morning, Don. I didn't want to move around until you woke up. But now that we're awake, another escort would be nice. Expedited service is also requested of my guide." She grinned cheerfully.

I said, "I am at your service, Darling T-Kat! And here's a 'Good Morning' to you as well." I kissed her.

I had awoken partially hard, and I was still inside her. The tent was much colder inside than when we went to sleep. I wondered about Katrina's nipples and looked at her. She'd just put on a t-shirt, still sitting on me, keeping some of me warm. But I could see the cold air had affected her. Her nipples pushed at the t-shirt and looked rock hard. I didn't touch them. She slid off of me gently.

We dressed quickly in the cool air. We went outside, and it was clear again. I suppose the sunlight on the tent should have told me that. It was quite cool, probably mid-50's or so. But in the sun it was pleasant. There was no wind and that helped. There weren't many bugs around at all.

We walked on out the latrine trail. I turned off to do some business myself.

Katrina sleepily snuggled against my back saying, "I want to hold it, Don, while you go."

She laughed quickly and said, "I felt you hesitate. Don't worry, I had my hand in my pants, warming it up for you."

I laughed and said, "Go ahead, Katrina. You never know. The service might catch on at finer restaurants and . . . "

She squeezed off my flow and almost killed me. "Oh, God! T-Kat, please let go, oh . . . damn . . . aahhh . . . It really burns inside me when I'm forced to stop after getting started. Warmth I like, but not that kind."

My hand joined hers on my dork. I tried squeezing to relieve the painful burning sensation. I sighed hugely.

She grinned and said, "Oops, sorry. I really didn't know."

She gaily smiled and said, "I'm learning all the time. I'll try not to make my learning too hard on you, Don. Well, come to think of it, maybe I will at that." She giggled again.

I smiled at her and said, "That's okay. We live and learn. Your turn."

She looked startled and she said, "What do you mean, my turn? My turn for what, exactly?"

I said, "I'd just like to watch you pee, Katrina. I mean I've been in the bathroom when girls were peeing before. But I didn't really watch very closely. Because, I felt it would embarrass them, or me, I guess. Girls sit down to go, too. So, I couldn't see much anyway. I'd like to watch how you do it."

She didn't say anything. She got to the latrine and sat on the back edge, holding her legs wide apart. Her lower abdomen was rocked forward as far as she could go. Below her bush, her trench was spread open by her posture.

Her pussy gaped open and she started to spray. It was hard to tell for sure. But it seemed to be emerging right at the top of her vagina.

She said, "Watch."

She put her fingers in her pussy, just above her vaginal opening, and pressed gently. She could direct her piss forward and back, and side to side by pressing on herself.

She finished and wiped herself. She said, "I thought I'd be mortified to do that, even with you. But it wasn't bad at all. I guess I'm getting used to you. I'm happy to know you want to know about me."

It still felt cool outside. So, we went back inside the tent. The sun had warmed the tent nicely. It was almost hot. I opened the rear window for ventilation. I left the front open, with just the screen zipped shut.

She'd taken off her sweatshirt and was kneeling in just her panties and t-shirt, looking through her clothes. I moved behind her. I'd become aroused, watching her urinate and manipulate herself. And I was still fully erect. She felt me begin to caress her back.

As I said, "Say, T-Kat, are you busy right now?"

She didn't look around and said, "No, Don, I think I can find some time for you this morning. My, um, schedule isn't at all full yet." She chuckled.

I slipped her panties down to her knees. That was far enough, the path was open and my goal was in sight.

I said, "Good, I'd like to fill it for you."

And I plunged my penis to the hilt into her moist warmth in one quick thrust. I held myself hard against her, pulling her to me by her hips.

I grinned and said, "Good Morning, again, T-Kat!"

She'd expected my usual slow initial insertion. And she gasped out, "Oooof!" I retreated quickly, then thrust again hard.

"Oooof!" She repeated, not quite as loud, but still conveying her meaning clearly.

I started moving in and out, slowly and smoothly. I reached under her and fondled her breasts roughly, through her t-shirt.

She lowered her head to our bed. With her butt sticking way up, she presented a pleasing, erotic sight. Her pussy was framed by her soft fur. Just moving my hips, I could look down between strokes and see her slit spread wide open. Her anus was a small, brown, puckered ring peeking up at me.

Her clit seemed neglected and out of the action below. So, I reached down and gently tweaked it quickly several times, back and forth and side to side.

She tensed quickly and came at once. It surprised me and I wasn't prepared to hold out. And when her vagina clamped down on me, I knew I couldn't hold back.

I thrust quickly several times and shoved myself forward against her ass and groaned softly as she cried out into the sleeping bag. I exhaled sharply as I began firing my load deep inside her hot, tight, sucking pussy.

I didn't move until her muscles had stopped contracting. Not withdrawing, I reached under her t-shirt, for her breasts. I had perfect access from behind. She pushed up on her hands and let me fondle her.

I sighed as she reached back between her legs and gently caressed my balls. I could feel myself beginning to recover a little. I reached up and slowly caressed her hair, ears and neck.

She said, "Morning again, yourself, Don! I can't believe that you are actually getting hard again so fast. My Elevator Don seems to be going into action again. Not that I mind. But what's going on? Isn't this against your new code of: 'Do it once. But do it nice, or something?' You know. Only giving me your vitamin supplement once a day, in injectable form. And properly placed, of course, to be most effective." She grinned and laughed.

I laughed, giving me a little more time to recover, and kidded her. "Maybe, I just want to see if I can still perform, at my previous highly-competitive level."

I joked, "With the proper stimulation, I might be able to do well enough to make you take down that chart of ours."

She said seriously, "Never! If the house burns down. That's the first thing I'd save, believe me."

I said, "You'd have to beat me to it, T-Kat!"

I had hardened sufficiently to let her stimulate me the rest of the way, with her internal muscles. Knowing I couldn't match her strength yet, she only squeezed me gently as I pumped into her wonderful fuzzy, wet, sucking warmth from behind.

I joked, "You could make millions, milking cows!"

She laughed so hard that I popped out. I shoved my hardened erection back in and started working. She rocked forward and back, matching my timing perfectly.

I gasped as I said, "You know this could be an Olympic event like synchronized screwing, ballet de la fuque or something. It would have great fan appeal, I'll bet."

She was giggling as she moved, ruining her timing, though I didn't mind. She laughingly said, "Oh, gosh, Don. Give me a minute . . . he, he, he. Can you imagine the mothers running for the TV's when the event came on?"

I laughed and said seriously, "The fathers would come running in, too, but with different motives, guys being what we are."

She was huffing as she said, "This guy is being just what he's supposed to be."

She said, "But I don't think I want it on TV."

She stopped talking, and I could feel her familiar tension. I started massaging her clit gently and reached up under her t-shirt to fondle her breasts. I traded her left for her right every few strokes.

She was approaching her peak more slowly this time. Feeling I needed to hurry her, I pulled out. I grabbed my wet, slimy cock, and pushed it gently against her anus. She whimpered and puckered up tight. I lowered myself and plunged back into her pussy as I gently poked one finger into her moistened, slick ass.

Katrina immediately tightened up and her orgasm began. I felt a rapid pulling action on my cock. I felt like I was being stretched quickly inside a tight piece of wet, soft rubber hose that was also being stretched. She literally pulled me over the edge.

I shoved up tightly against her buttocks as she cried out. I grunted heavily as I fell forward against her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her arms were the only thing supporting us both. I held onto her like that until my cock softened and I slid out of her. I bent down to lick her clean.

But she stopped me and said, "Oh, please, no, Don, baby. I'm too sensitive down there right now. Let's get a towel moistened up, and I'll clean us both up. The sleeping bag needs some work, too."

I said, "Just stay there a second, T-Kat. I'll get a towel. I've got a canteen over under that jacket. Once we're presentable, let's eat. Food, I mean."

I moistened a hand towel and cleaned her. She turned over, sat down and took the moist towel. Then, she cleaned me as well.

We slipped on our handy sweat suits. We went outside to clean up better in the lake and to make breakfast. We stripped by the shore and swam briefly until we felt clean. The water felt much warmer than the air. We dried each other quickly. Then, we got back into our sweat clothes and went back up to begin cooking.

After breakfast I went down to the water, in front of the campsite. A large rock sloped gently down and into the water there. I went to the edge, looked down and saw Katrina's reflection looking back up at me. I smiled and reached down to feel the water. It felt much warmer than Snowbank Lake.

'Maybe that name was well deserved.' I thought and I said, "The water here is really nice. I think we can swim here comfortably. The other lake was too cold to stay in long."

"You just liked seeing me swimming over there. So, you could stare at my nipples getting hard," she accused laughingly.

I laughed and said, "Guilty! As charged! Joe Friday and Colombo have nothing on you.

"Tell you what, T-Kat, I'll challenge you to a race. We can race over to that big red rock, on the far shore. That's about half a mile. I checked earlier on the GPS unit to see how far the canoe route was from here. See if you can still get over and back twice before I finish once."

She laughed and said, "Don, you don't know what you're doing! Let's make it three times. What do I get after I beat you?"

I laughed and said, "You can name your own prize, I trust you, T-Kat. Surprise me."

She said, "Okay. And if I'm way wrong and you win. What do you want? Same deal?"

I smiled and said, "Of course. We're partners aren't we. In the old days, partners were more important than lovers. Maybe, they still are."

She smiled hugely and said, "Hey, I like that, Don! I'm gonna think about us, just like that, from now on. But racing, I don't give any quarter at all. I never got into the relays. And I'm still feeling competitive. I never wanted a partner swimming. I only wanted to think about and have to depend on myself."

I laughed and said, "Okay, T-Kat. Let's get changed. And I'll try not to let you beat me, too badly."

She said seriously, "Oh, no. We're going to do it like we did before. I even dreamed about that a couple of times last year when I was really feeling lonely. Besides, you never know, Don. Without your oar in the water, I might not have a big enough advantage." She grinned and laughed.

I grinned and said, "All right, T-Kat, however you want. Remember though, we're going to be swimming nude right across that canoe route. I haven't seen anybody since we arrived. But now would be a heck of a time to have company drop by."

She laughed and said, "At least we're not planning to do it at night, Don. Carrying the flashlights in our teeth or something."

I laughed at the thought. We stripped and piled our clothes on the shore.

Barefoot, Katrina jiggled back up the hill to the tent, for some reason. She went inside for a second, and came out carrying a towel and dragging our bedding outside. She wiped at a couple of places. But she shook her head. Then, she slowly jiggled back down to where I was waiting, smiling at me as I watched her.

It was erotic as hell, watching her do chores naked. And I'd responded accordingly.