12 comments/ 197624 views/ 12 favorites Karen & The Pool Boy Ch. 02 By: Mama Karen Chapter 2: Jared's Story **Note to the reader: This is the continuation of 'Karen and The Pool Boy,' my first submission to Literotica (it is suggested, though not required, that you read that story first). I have decided to write this part of the tale from the male perspective, both as a challenge to myself and as a way to fully describe the kind of character that I personally find most irresistible in the mature woman/younger man genre. This story is my own original creation, but I owe a debt of gratitude to the wonderful roleplay partners I have had over the years – there is a little of each of them in the character of Jared. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it and as always, feedback is adored.** My senses were slow to return after the way Mrs. McMillan had made me cum. For a whole minute, I thought maybe I had just died of a heart attack or something, that was how good it felt. But in the next instant I realized I was still alive because I could feel her mouth on my cock, her tongue on my balls as she licked me clean. I was so sensitive after what she had done to me that it almost hurt but I didn't want her to stop. Slowly I struggled to lift my head from the couch and the figure of Mrs. McMillan, on her knees in front of me, came into view. If what she was doing to me felt good, then watching her do it was pure heaven. She had my thighs spread open and as I watched, she alternated between suckling my balls and licking at my glistening wet shaft with her soft, pink tongue. What really turned me on, though, was that she was watching me watch her, holding my gaze with those amazing eyes that seemed to change color with her mood. She stroked her fingers along my inner thigh and I shuddered. Even though I had just blown the biggest load of my life I was still rock-hard and I wondered to myself, as my head lolled back against the couch cushions, just how I had ever gotten so lucky. * * * All those years I had been cleaning that pool and I could count on one hand the times that Mrs. McMillan had ever acknowledged me. Not that I was surprised or anything – she was a grown woman and I could never even get anywhere with girls my own age. Painfully shy and awkward, I was the definition of a late-bloomer: I sprouted to 6'1'' in the 9th grade and besides my unnatural height, I was also sidled with thick glasses to correct my myopia, big ears that stuck out from either side of my head, and terrible acne. I was a notorious klutz, famous for tripping over my own feet, and I was too chickenshit to experiment with cigarettes and pot like the popular kids did. My nerd status was cemented by the fact that I excelled in school and constantly brought home straight A's. My parents praised me as the perfect son and I was proud of my high GPA, but I secretly started to wonder if I was destined to live out the rest of my life as a virginal, scholarly dork. Then, things started to change. I got contact lenses when I turned seventeen and my skin miraculously cleared around the same time. To top it off, I discovered there were a couple of sports I was actually good at. By senior year, I was on both the swim team and the varsity baseball team and I had finally developed enough muscle to fill out my scrawny frame. I was amazed because suddenly, out of nowhere, girls would talk to me in the halls or smile at me in class and I loved all the new attention. But there were problems. I was still very shy and very studious and worst of all, I was cursed with the stigma of being "too nice" to date. Alot of girls were attracted to me, but once they got to know me, they only saw me as the brotherly type or as the one they could come to when they needed a shoulder to cry on. When they wanted to get laid, I was left home alone to jerk off while they went out with some asshole who would treat them like shit. So it was that by my eighteenth birthday, my experience with women was still limited to a few brief make-out sessions and my own private sexual fantasies. Mrs. McMillan, ironically enough, had held a starring role in many of those fantasies for as long as I could remember. I had only seen her on a few occasions but when I did, those brief glimpses would provide enough fuel for weeks of erotic fantasy. She had such a hot body - like a pin-up model from those old vintage calendars - and even though she was older, none of the girls my own age could compete with her dangerous curves. I had masturbated many times to the image of her big breasts squeezed into the top of her skimpy tennis outfits and just the fleeting memory of watching her bend over in a pair of shorts would make my cock throb in my pants. My favorite thing was to stroke myself while imagining that I was plowing her pussy with my dick, her incredible tits wobbling on her chest as she uttered a series of sexy moans. Pretending that I was buried inside her to the hilt, I would erupt like a geyser and fill the imaginary Mrs. McMillan with my hot sperm. That said, you can imagine my surprise when I entered the backyard for what I thought would be just a regular afternoon of pool cleaning, only to find Mrs. McMillan there in a white bikini that looked like it was two sizes too small. My dick went stiff the minute I saw her and if anyone had told me that I would be shooting my load into her mouth a little less than half an hour later, I would never have believed them. Apparently miracles did happen - either that or this was the best fucking dream I'd ever had. When I managed to lift my head from the couch again, she was still watching me, wearing what could only be described as a Cheshire cat grin. I felt suddenly shy. "Hi," I said stupidly. She laughed. "Hi yourself, stud." She had such a sexy way of talking, her voice was so warm and sultry yet sweet, like audible honey. Her next words caught me off guard. "Was that your first blowjob, Jared?" I couldn't help blushing and I dropped my eyes from hers. "Uh, yeah. How did you know?" I must have been even lamer than I thought if she could already tell. "Don't be embarrassed," She was stroking my leg tenderly, as if she sensed my insecurity. "I just figured you'd never had a woman suck your cock because you seemed to take such pleasure in each sensation. The way you moaned, the way you squirmed... I could tell you loved it and you just don't know how much of a turn-on that was for me." "Really?" Between the way she was touching me and the way she was talking, I was about as hot as a lit firecracker and as hard as I had ever been. This fact was not lost on Mrs. McMillan, who reached up and gave my cock a gentle tug. It felt so good – I shuddered and grit my teeth to keep from moaning loudly. "Yes really, Jared. It's been so long since anyone has made me feel as sexy as you just did," She purred, giving my cock a couple more strokes before rolling gracefully to her feet in front of me. At this point, I was totally confused. What was she talking about? I hadn't done anything except cum in her mouth and I had no idea how that could be sexy. From what I gathered, most of the girls I knew thought it was really gross. Then again, this no schoolgirl. This was Mrs. McMillan and I wasn't about to challenge her opinion, especially when she shrugged her way out of the see-through robe-type thingie she was wearing and draped it over the armchair. Now nothing hindered my view of her bikini-clad body. Mrs. McMillan turned to smile at me. "You know, I bet I can think of something else we can do that you'll enjoy." More than the blowjob? I couldn't fathom anything I'd enjoy more than that. But as I watched, she slid her thumbs under the straps of the bikini top, stretching them forward so that her big tits threatened to spill out. She wore a knowing little smile as she paused. "Would you like to see me naked, Jared?" My naked dick gave an involuntary twitch at her words and I reached for it, stroking myself as I nodded wordlessly. She shook her head at me. "No... remember, if you want something, you need to ask for it." She was playing with me. I knew it and I didn't care. In fact, my cock swelled again when she said that. "Yes, Mrs. McMillan. Can I please see you naked?" "Good boy, Jared." Her smile widened and she acquiesced, pulling the straps down over her shoulders and baring her breasts to me. It was a wonderful sight – in stark contrast to the rest of her tanned body, Mrs. McMillan's heavy tits were milky white where her bikini top had covered them and each breast was topped with a caramel-colored areola the size of a silver dollar. Centered squarely between that was a luscious pale brown nipple. I longed to suckle one of those nipples, to just bury my face between her naked breasts and then cum all over them. I stroked myself, moaning softly as I watched her reach up and squeeze her own tits in her hands. "Mrs. McMillan... you're beautiful..." I was dimly aware that I sounded like a love-struck dumbass. "And you, Jared, are so sweet..." Her smile radiated sensuality and it was the first time ever that I didn't resent being called "sweet" by someone of the opposite sex. Meanwhile, Mrs. McMillan's private show continued. She untied the bikini top and tossed it away, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement, and her hands went next to the strings at either side of her hips. She had such wonderful hips – they were wide and even further emphasized by her narrow waist. I wet my lips as she slid the bikini bottoms off, moving her hips from side to side to work them down her legs, past her knees. Leaving the bikini bottoms in a small heap on the carpet, she stepped towards me and I could see her pussy at the apex of her taut thighs. Dark curls of pubic hair hid most of it from me, but when she walked I could see the glistening pink slit of her labia, and above that, the throbbing bud of her clitoris. My hand moved faster, stroking along the shaft of my throbbing cock, and my eyes narrowed to slits. "Oh, fuck..." I moaned, squeezing my cock to keep from cumming right that second. I was caught in a haze of pure lust and Mrs. McMillan was watching me. "Mmmm, you're getting so very excited, aren't you, baby?" She crooned softly as she came forward, standing right near where I sat on the couch and extending her hand to rake her fingers through my hair. I imagined I could hear excitement in her voice too, but I was so far gone I could no longer distinguish between reality and my own horny delusions. "Yes," I groaned, eyes closing as I turned my head towards the gentle touch of her fingers. "Let me watch you play with yourself, Jared..." Her voice was breathy, but demanding, "Show me what you do when you're all by yourself and you want to make yourself cum." I groaned, feeling embarrassed but so turned on by her request. I was already stroking myself, the fingers of my right hand curled around the stiff pole of my shaft. I let my knees fall even further apart and I reached down with my other hand to tug at my balls, rolling them around against my palm as I manipulated my cock. "Mmm, yes... that's it, Jared. Stroke it for me..." I could heard Mrs. McMillan breathing heavily beside me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that she had lifted one leg and she had her foot resting against the couch cushion beside me. Her thighs were spread open and I could see her pussy up close - the dark curls of her pubic hair framed the thick, glistening wet lips of her labia, which were parted by her perfectly manicured fingers as she delved them inside of herself. I could detect the musky scent of her arousal in the air between us and I was held captive by the sight of her two fingers plunging in and out of her juicy pussy, while her thumb teased her engorged clit. Her hips rocked forward and she murmured soft, aching little sounds of pleasure that made my cock twitch. Her eyes lifted from my crotch just as I gazed up at her. It was sensory overload and suddenly, I felt that familiar, almost overwhelming tingle in my balls. Helplessly, I blurted out: "Oh shit, Mrs. McMillan, I'm gonna cum again..." Without warning she reached down and pulled my hands away from my crotch. I whimpered, not expecting this, and my ass arched up off of the couch as she linked her fingers with mine. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own and bucked wildly, my cock desperate for some kind of friction to relieve the deep ache in my balls. Mrs. McMillan, meanwhile, had climbed up on top of me, one knee on either side of my thighs. I felt the soft brush of her full breasts against my chest, hot nipples burning into my skin, and then she slowly dropped her hips into my lap. This caused the juicy slit of her drooling pussy to make contact with my hot, hard cock and I squeezed my eyes shut at the delicious sensation. I tried to control myself but I couldn't – I humped fervently against her and the feeling of naked our sexes rubbing together was bringing me to the brink of orgasm once more. "Oh Jared..." Her voice was breathless, her breathing labored, and she squeezed my hands against her own, her hips rolling forward just as mine did. I couldn't believe something could feel so good – the swollen lips of her labia, slick with her musky juices, coated my eager dick and in the next moment, she had lowered her mouth to mine. We kissed hungrily, her tongue pushing gently past my parted lips to stroke along my own; I responded by mimicking her movements, rolling my tongue over hers and tasting remnants of my own cum in the process. The kiss deepened, then broke off when neither of us could breathe any longer. "God... you feel so good..." She whispered hotly. I couldn't even find the words to respond. Our naked bodies were still rubbing lewdly together, and the moment I opened my eyes, I found her staring at me. She was beautiful – her dark hair like a halo around her flushed face, her lips swollen from our kisses and her golden-hued eyes burned with a desire that matched my own. She leaned in to kiss me again, slowly and languidly this time, and then pulled back, gazing into my eyes. "Have you ever been fucked, Jared?" Between us, my cock throbbed at that lurid question. I shook my head. Then, remembering her rule, I panted out: "No, Mrs. McMillan." "Do you want me to fuck you? Right now?" "Ohhh yes..." It was almost a whimper. "Yes what, Jared? Tell me what you want..." It almost pained me to respond but I would have done anything she asked me to at that moment. "Please, Mrs. McMillan..." I begged, "Please fuck me..." That satisfied her. She released one of my hands and then her mouth found mine again. She kissed me so tenderly, her hips rocking against my own, and then the next thing I felt was her hand around my cock, guiding me to the entrance of her juicy cunt. She shifted her weight forward, lifting herself a bit before impaling herself on my cock with a low, guttural moan. I could feel the head of my dick nudging its way between her wet lips, parting them just before her tight pussy drew me in and swallowed me whole. Words fail to describe how it felt to have my dick inside her, or to capture my own excitement at that moment. Her pussy was hot and wet as it enveloped my cock and her inner muscles milked me lovingly the way that her mouth had, only this new sensation was so much more intense. I could feel it spread all the way into my thighs and my lower belly - a hot, tingling feeling that made my asscheeks clench involuntarily. My hips rocked up against hers, wanting to get as much of my cock inside of her as I could. Mrs. McMillan's arms came around my shoulders and it was all I could do to sit there, my face buried against the place where her neck met her shoulder, my hands gripping her womanly hips as she controlled the rhythm of our lovemaking. "Mrs. McMillan..." My moan was muffled against her neck and she nuzzled her way along my hairline, kissing both my closed eyelids and the tip of my nose. As she kissed me, my hands explored her body, trailing my fingers along her sides, all the way up until I reached her breasts. I eagerly captured one in each hand and she gave shuddering intake of breath when I squeezed tentatively. Her tits were so soft and deliciously heavy, her erect nipples twin pinpoints of heat that burned against each of my palms. I lowered my head, my hands sliding away under her arms to stroke at her back, and my searching mouth blindly found her left nipple. Instinctively, I began to suck it. "Jared... ooohhhh..."Her head fell back between her shoulders, exposing the slender column of her neck. I heard her whimper when my lips formed a tight seal around the soft flesh of her breast, my tongue undulating against her nipple. She rolled her hips faster, her pussy milking my cock wetly with each sucking motion of my mouth. I struggled to hold out, to make my first time last, but I could feel her mouth nuzzling at my ear, her tongue tracing the shape of it as her breath fanned against my neck. "Mmm, it feels so good to fuck, doesn't it Jared?" she whispered, her words broken by something that sounded like a whimper or a sob, "Oooh, that's it, baby. Fuck me like a good boy and make me cum on your cock..." When I heard her talking to me like that, it was all over. I moaned deeply, her nipple slipping from my mouth with a wet "pop" and my cock gave a single throb before it exploded, blasting cum deep into her pussy just like I had so many times in my fantasies. Only now it was finally real and I could feel her soft breasts, I could taste her skin with my tongue. I could hear her voice at my ear as I sent spurt after spurt of hot jizz deep into her womb. Her commentary made my toes curl: "Oooh, that's it, honey... Oh, fuck yes... you've got so much cum for me, don't you? Mmm, give it all to me, baby boy..." I felt like I was never going to stop cumming for her, my entire body trembling as hot pleasure reeled off of me in waves. Mrs. McMillan's arms tightened around me, her body seeming to go completely still in my arms for a moment. Then, I felt a rush of wetness flooding up around my cock; her pussy was spasming around my dick as it was wedged inside her, and the clenching sensations of her hot cunt served to prolong my release. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was filled with wonder at the fact that she was actually cumming. "Ohhhh Jared... Jared, Jared..." My name was litany on her lips, repeated over and over again before dissolving into helpless cries of pleasure. She bucked her hips wildly against me as our bodies writhed together for several long moments, both of us overcome with the pleasure of our own orgasms. It seemed a long time later before I could breathe again. Mrs. McMillan was still sitting on my dick, her hands sliding along my bare shoulders as she kissed my collarbone. Wordlessly, I let my hands do some traveling – with fingers spread, I smoothed my way along her bare back, then down to her hips again. She murmured softly as my hands trailed along her sides, over her ribcage. Her breasts were my goal, wanting to feel the weight of them again, but she leaned back and stopped me with a kiss to my mouth. "Jared, darling, that was wonderful," Her hands came up and grasped my wrists. "But my husband will be home soon. You have to go before he catches us like this." Given the fact that I had known this was coming, I was surprised by how disappointed I felt. I was still buried inside of her but I was starting to go soft and she pulled her hips back to allow my cum-coated cock to slide out of her oozing cunt. Her pussy lips seemed reluctant to let me go, clinging to the meat of my wet shaft as she swung her leg over me to stand. Enthralled and still very horny, I gazed up at her. "Mrs. McMillan... can we please do this again next week?" She smiled and leaned down to kiss me again, a wet, lingering kiss. "Maybe," she murmured against my mouth, "But only if you promise to be a very good boy and not tell anyone about what we've done this afternoon." Karen & The Pool Boy Ch. 02 That was a no-brainer. "Okay," I breathed, trying to go in for another kiss but she pulled away and collected my shorts from the floor, tossing them into my lap. I pulled them on slowly, watching her gather her own discarded bikini. She moved like she was completely comfortable being naked, her pendulous breasts swaying with each step, the firm globes of her bare ass displayed to me every time she bent over. She pulled her see-through robe on again over her nakedness but I could still see her body through the gauzy material, her nipples hardened into little nubs as they grazed against it. This visual detail turned me on all over again – my cock was at attention in a matter of moments. Mrs. McMillan noticed and laughed good-naturedly, pulling me up off the couch. "My goodness, are you always like this?" I blushed again, in spite of myself. "I can't help it, it just gets like that when I look at you." Her eyes danced with mirth, even as she was leading me back to the sliding glass door. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that next week..." She reached down and slid her hand across the front of my shorts, coaxing another moan from me. "But for now, you go home and take a cold shower and we'll see what happens next Wednesday," She stood on tip-toe to kiss me as I bent my head to her mouth. "...okay?" I nodded and the next moment found me standing outside on the deck, alone with my hard-on and my pool supplies. I readjusted myself in my shorts and went to collect the latter, knowing that I would have to actually clean the pool lest Mr. McMillan become suspicious. I did what I was hired to do and left just as his car was pulling up into the circular driveway. Later that night, lying in bed after a cold shower, I indulged in memories of Mrs. McMillan: her curvy body, her hot mouth, and her wet pussy milking my cock. I came twice, spurting hotly into my sheets, and then fell asleep, exhausted and sexually sated for the first time in my life but still wanting more. I didn't know where things would go with Mrs. McMillan the next time we met, or if there would even be a next time. All I knew for sure was that Wednesday would not come soon enough. Karen & The Pool Boy Ch. 03 Chapter 3: One Week Later **Note to the reader: This is the third and latest installment of the 'Karen & The Pool Boy,' series (it is strongly suggested that you read the other two stories first). I don't know if the story of these two characters will continue but as always, feedback is craved and truly adored. Lastly, I would like to dedicate this piece of writing to Michael who is my love, my muse, and my own personal version of Jared.** It was Wednesday and Karen was having a bath. She used her big toe to ease the hot water faucet off, leaning back into the warm water as her eyes slipped shut. Outside, the weather was too hot and too muggy, the air too still - just another lazy afternoon in a seemingly endless summer. But upstairs, in the marbled-floored master bathroom of her spacious home, Karen was oblivious to it all. Her glossy black locks, piled atop her head, were the lone dark spot in a sea of frothy white bubbles, the bronzed flesh of her slender shoulders and her ripe breasts peeking through now and again where the bubbles slid away from her water-slicked skin. She had already put on a CD that fit her mellow mood and she could hear the strains of sexy, African-infused blues music floating towards her from the stereo in the master bedroom. A bottle of her favorite chardonnay sat chilled in an ice bucket beside the antique claw foot porcelain bathtub and a half-empty wineglass dangled lazily one from the fingers of one hand as she hummed to herself. She brought the glass to her lips for a sip, the wine tasting crisp and dry on her tongue, and in that moment Karen felt utterly content. She had always adored bubble baths. They made her feel luxuriant and pampered, like a queen, and she was usually quite adamant about bathing alone. But today just might be an exception. Karen didn't know the exact time, but she knew Jared would be arriving soon. Just the memory of him, the recollection of his wide expressive blue eyes, his hard sinewy young body... it caused a ripple of arousal to snake its way down her spine right into her loins. Below the surface of the bathwater, she could feel her pussy clench in delicious expectation and she shifted her hips, the hand not holding her wineglass slowly trailing across her lower belly beneath the warm water. Mmm, Jared. She allowed herself to indulge in a slow replay of their last meeting - the way his hips arched up when she eased herself onto his cock, his mouth capturing her nipple to suckle like a baby at that swollen flesh. The memories caused goosebumps to crop up all along her thighs and she wondered idly if he would show up on time. It was a week since their tryst and though she had seen Jared several times since then, Karen always played it just as cool as she had before anything happened between them. She ran into him and his mother at the grocery store on Friday, when she was out picking up a few things for Phil's dinner party. While making idle chit chat with Mrs. Hall, Karen had caught Jared watching her with an intensity that made her thighs quiver. On Sunday, she had seen him mowing his lawn when she was out on her way to the country club, clad in one of her incredibly short tennis skirts and a cotton polo shirt. Jared had nearly run the mower into his mother's prized gardenias and when she waggled her fingers at him in a friendly wave, she could see him reach down and adjust himself in his shorts. It gave her a delicious thrill, an exhilarating sense of power to tease him in this way and yet, as good as the anticipation was, Karen's own desires were beginning to mount. He had been such a sweet, virginal piece of ass and she was as turned on by his horny, eager innocence as she was by his perfect body. She leaned her head back against the edge of the porcelain tub, letting her hand glide up from her belly over to her left breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze, her thumb grazing across her nipple. That keening sense of desire was growing, like a low hum that was steadily growing louder, and her pussy clenched once more, accompanied by a surge of wetness. Then, she heard it. It was a sound outside of herself, a sound she detected below the mellow music that drifted from the CD player. It was a repeated thudding noise, the sound of weight on the staircase, and she kept her eyes trained on the entrance to the bathroom until he appeared in the doorway, his face flushed, his eyes looking even more blue than she remembered. She smiled slowly at him in greeting. "Hello, Jared." For a few long moments, he just stared at her. Karen did not prompt him to speak. She took the time to admire him with her eyes - he wore a white t-shirt, with a pair of shorts very similar to those he had worn the week before, and she could already see his cock straining against the fabric, his broad chest rising and falling with his quickened pulse. "Hi, Mrs. McMillan," He blushed, then added as an afterthought. "Um, how are you?" "I am just fine. Thank you for asking." Her smile widened and became slightly mischievous. She felt very much like the cat that ate the canary but in this case, the canary was standing right in front of her like a teenage Adonis. He held a piece of paper in one hand. She recognized it as the note she had taped to the sliding glass door, the note that given him instructions to come upstairs to the bathroom and meet her. "I see you found my note." He glanced down at it, then nodded. "Yeah..." He cleared his throat, the paper clenched in one hand before he release it, letting it drift down to the bathroom floor. His eyes devoured her and yet he seemed too nervous or too uncertain to move. Karen let him squirm a little while longer, the silence stretching on between them before she reached up with her free hand, the one not holding the wine glass, and crooked her finger at him. "Come here." He seemed eager to obey, just as before. When he was about two steps away from the tub, she held her hand up to stop him and he halted, tongue pressing forward to wet his lips again. Karen kept her voice even and pleasant when she spoke. "I want you to take off your clothes, Jared. Now." She had emphasized that last word just slightly, but there was no need. Jared's large hands had already moved to the bottom of his cotton tee, pulling it over his head. That made her smile, murmuring her approval to him. "So obedient, Jared. Very good." She brought the glass of wine to her lips again as she watched him, broad chest bared, belly flat and rippling with muscle beneath the taut, bronzed skin. Next came the shorts, which soon joined the shirt in a heap on the cool marble tile. He hesitated only a moment with the blue boxer briefs, the same color as his eyes, but one wordless look from Karen and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and slid them down his strong, slender hips. This was the part she delighted in the most, watching when his thick, swollen cock bobbed free of its cotton confines, the head already deeply flushed with color and drooling precum. The veins pulsed, throbbed in time to the beating of his heart, and his heavy balls hung just beneath the thick root of his member. She remembered exactly how he tasted, the salty tang of his sweet precum, and it was a shuddered sigh from Jared that finally drew Karen's attention away from his magnificent cock. Slowly her eyes traveling up the length of his naked body to meet his, taking in all the scenery along the way. His blue-eyed gaze was riveted to hers, his expression hungry, aroused and apprehensive all at once. Karen raised her hand from the bath, fingers slippery with bath bubbles and warm water, and she reached for him. He released an aching groan when she found him and began to stroke with all the gentle firmness she had used the last time they met. He throbbed instantly at her touch and the feel of him was like steel sheathed in warm satin. "Mmm, Jared... it looks like you've missed me." She slid her fingers down, giving that thick base a squeeze, and his hips arched forward almost desperately. "Have you?" "Oh yes, Mrs. McMillan... God, yes. I can't think about anything else but you..." His eyes had slipped shut while he rambled, hands clenched at his sides, and he was rocking his hips back and forth now, shamelessly fucking his cock into her hand. Karen took another long sip of wine, then released him and returned her hand to the bathwater. Jared whimpered then, eyes fluttering open slowly as he glanced down at her. His voice was almost as aching as his moan had been. "Please... please don't stop..." "You beg beautifully, Jared, but I have plans for you first. Here..." She handed him the glass of wine. He looked at her dubiously but Karen gave him an indulgent smile. "It's alright. Go ahead and drink it. It's cold and delicious and it will help you... relax." She cast a knowing little glance at his raging hard-on. Jared looked slightly sheepish, then obeyed her by draining the contents of the glass. He made a face when he finished and Karen laughed. "You'll get used to it, I promise. Have a seat, Jared, and pour yourself a bit more." She indicated the small wicker stool beside the tub, the one she'd hauled in from her vanity in the master bedroom. The seat was lined with a soft cushion and she watched as he slowly lowered himself and reached for the chilled bottle of wine. While he was busy doing that, Karen leaned back in the tub and found the bath sponge, using it to trail water over the tops of her breasts, revealing them as the suds washed away from her skin. She reached up and cupped one soft, pert breast, guiding her thumb over the swollen nipple. Beside her, Jared sat staring, his wine glass nearly overflowing. Karen smiled again before she spoke: "Mind your drink, darling." "Huh?" His voice sounded thick with lust, a bit of the wine splashing onto his feet when he did not heed her warning quickly enough. "Ah, shit." Only then did he tear eyes away, tipping the bottle back to stop the flow of liquid. He lifted the wine glass again and guzzled almost all of the contents he had just poured, as if the drink would make him more prepared for what was about to happen next. Karen's Cheshire cat grin returned, grasping both breasts now and massaging them, nipples burning hotly against her palms. "Mmm..." She let her exhale take on a breathy sigh. "Feeling better now?" He was back to staring again, the glass dangling from one hand. His blue eyes were fixated on her wet, naked breasts, her nipples erect and glistening. Jared's head nodded up and down in answer to her query. "I can't hear you Jared." His mouth moved, as if trying to form the words, but snapped shut when nothing came out. When it opened again, he had found his voice. "Yes, Mrs. McMillan. I feel much better." "Good. Very good..." She let her fingers slide away then, breasts left bare once more, and one of her hands found the sponge she'd discarded moment earlier. "I want you to take this..." She lifted it from the water, pressed it into his empty hand with a splash of warm bath water. "...and bathe me." Jared looked uncertain but took the sponge gingerly, clearing his throat as he did so. Karen laughed at his seeming reluctance. "It's not hard. You've bathed yourself before, haven't you? Just do the same thing to me. You can start here..." She lifted one slender leg from the bath, letting her heel rest against the edge of the tub. Water trickled from her skin, slid back along her inner thigh, towards the treasures of her body that were still submerged beneath the surface. Karen's golden-hued gaze watched the progress of the sponge as Jared leaned in, starting near her ankle and drawing it up along her calf. The sensation caused a smile to spread over her sensuous lips. "Mmm, that's it darling. If you do a good job, I'll give you a very nice surprise later..." Karen's arm rose from where she had left it draped along the edge of the bathtub and her fingers raked themselves through Jared's smooth blond locks. "Would you like that?" He seemed wholly engrossed in the task of bathing her, drawing the sponge towards her thigh while his free hand gripped the edge of the tub. But at her question, he looked up to meet her gaze. "I would, Mrs. McMillan... I'd really like that..." He was as eager as a puppy dog and that alone was enough to turn her on. He was very willing and there was so much she planned on teaching him. Already he was learning. He had started off holding the sponge gingerly but he grasped it more confidently now as he drew it towards the spot near the top of her inner thigh, where her it disappeared beneath the water. Karen gave him careful direction, using her hand to move his sponge towards the spots she wanted him to wash. Her shoulders. Her back. Her stomach. He was soaping up her left breast, gently trailing the sponge along the underside, when she reached for the wrist of his free hand and guided his fingers to her right breast, encouraging him to cup it and fondle her nipple as he worked. The contact of his fingers was almost electric and Karen tilted her head back slightly, shifting her hips below the surface of the water. Jared was watching her, entranced, the sponge held idly in one hand while the other held her breast, his thumb rubbing at her thick nipple. His inexperience was obvious but that was what made it so hot, the fact that he was doing most of this by instinct alone. "Jared, baby..." Karen trailed her hand along his arm, words spoken in a voice soft and slightly husky with desire. "You are going to make an excellent student... and it's time for your next lesson." She slid her hands down from his arm, to the wrist of the hand that was gently stroking her breast, and lifted it gently away. Jared seemed disappointed that his fondling session was over for the moment but Karen knew it wouldn't last long. She brought his hand to her mouth, kissed the palm of it before doing the same to each of his long, tapered fingers. When she reached his index finger, she not only kissed it, she drew it easily between her lips, tongue stroking along the pad of his fingertip while her cheeks hollowed out with the effort of sucking. Jared groaned and his eyes almost slipped shut, as if there was a direct correlation between that slender digit and the throbbing member between his thighs. When he spoke, his voice was a whimper. "Oh fuck, Mrs. McMillan..." "Exactly, Jared." She released his finger with a final lick and a smile that spread across her features. "But first things first..." She leaned forward, gripping both sides of the tub, and pushed herself to her feet. The water sloughed from her flesh in a wave, trickling down the hollows and valleys created by the sumptuous curves of her naked body. Jared sat as still as a statue, gazing up at her with his mouth open and his jaw slack. Karen laughed, tapping him on the chin. "Drooling is really very unbecoming, sweetheart... Hand me that towel, please." She nodded towards the rack behind him and he obeyed, still staring at her and moving as though he were in slow motion. Karen took it from him, wrapped it around herself before stepping daintily from the tub. With one swift movement, she reached up and released her hair from its knot, letting luxuriant locks of glossy black waves cascade down over her shoulders. "Go wait for me in the other room like a good boy." She leaned down then and claimed his mouth with a kiss that was both sensual and demanding, a brief promise of what might be coming next. "I'll be joining you in just a moment." "Ok, no problem." Jared moved from the stool and received an affectionate smack on the way out. He jumped, but gave her a sheepish grin over one shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom. Karen made sure he was gone before she began to dry herself with the towel. This was her way of giving Jared a chance to stew in his own juices, to get all hot and bothered for her again before she moved on to the next step in his education. She had already decided, during the time since they'd last seen one another, that Jared was going to become hers. Her personal plaything. Her boytoy. Her love slave. Whatever term she preferred to use, she planned on teaching him everything he needed to know to keep her happy. The boredom she had been trying so hard to stave off a week ago now seemed like a distant memory. Karen finished toweling off, humming to herself as she applied a fragrant, skin-softening lotion that would seal in the moisture from the bath. Once dry, she rewrapped the towel and strolled her way out into the bedroom, where she found Jared, sitting on the edge of the bed with his thighs spread, eyes closed while he masturbated in earnest. He looked like he was just about to go over the edge, toes curled into the thick nap of the carpet beneath his feet, but Karen stopped that by letting the bathroom door slam loudly behind her. He jumped again and his eyes flew open, his hand moving away from his crotch as if his dick was suddenly too hot to hold on to. He was blushing deeply beneath his tan and Karen made a "tsk, tsk" sound as she approached him. "Now that was very naughty, Jared. Were you going to just spurt all over my bedroom and make a big mess for me to clean up?" His blush deepened and he shook his head. "No, Mrs. McMillan. I just get so excited... thinking about you..." He looked up at her then and she could see that he was still embarrassed but his hungry desire, his irrepressible horniness, was stronger than his pride. She moved nearer to him and it was easy to step between his widespread thighs. He was just as hard as he had been before, his cock now slick with the precum he had been rubbing into it, and Karen rested her hand on his shoulder, smoothing her palm across the broad expanse of his chest, down towards his belly. "You know... that's very flattering, Jared. That you think of me..." He shuddered at her touch and she felt every tremor, her fingers splayed against his skin. "And I can't really blame you for wanting to touch this all the time...." She had grasped his cock by then, giving a loving squeeze as he groaned. "I know I've thought about touching it ever since last week..." Karen's voice lowered, became even softer, more sensual. "Not just touching it... sucking it, too... and burying it deep inside my pussy...." She released him then and reached up to pull her towel from her body. The coolness of the air-conditioning felt amazing against her bare, still-damp skin and Karen moved away from Jared then, crawling up onto the spacious bed. She lay on her back, letting her hair pool around her head, and spread her thighs wide. Her knees rose, drew up until her feet were planted firmly on the comforter beneath her. Jared was staring rapturously. With her thighs spread his view of her pussy was unobstructed, her labia pink and swollen, her clit throbbing just above it. The wetness of her juices had pooled up around the lips of her pussy, a glistening jewel beneath the trimmed bush of pubic hair that protected it. Karen, with her eyes on Jared, drew one perfectly manicured fingernail down the juicy wet slit of her cunt, arching her hips off the bed and using her other hand to tug gently at her left nipple. "Mmmm... you see, Jared... this is how I get when I think about your beautiful cock..." Her voice was even sultrier than before, breathless with desire as the boy sitting at the foot of the bed watched her. "I want you to kneel at the foot of the bed... just like you did in the bathroom." As always, Jared was more than willing to obey. His dick bobbed as he moved into position and once he was kneeling, baby blue eyes dark with lust, Karen rolled her hips towards him again. The scent of her own arousal was reaching her now, musky and hot. The unmistakable scent of sex. She locked eyes with Jared, using her thumb to trace the outline of her clit. "I want you to eat my pussy, Jared. I know you don't know how but I am going to show you..." Her words were absolutely wanton but she said them with authority, fully expecting her wishes to be carried out. She went a step further and lifted her hand from her breast, cupping the back of his neck and bringing him in closer against her pussy. Karen & The Pool Boy Ch. 03 "Mrs. McMillan... you smell so good..." He didn't seem to need much more encouraging as he nuzzled his nose as the apex of her thighs. Karen felt a rush of pleasure as his nose trailed along her slit, the friction enough to cause goosebumps to crop up along her thighs. "Mmmm.. that's it baby... lick my pussy... taste me..." Karen crooned softly to him. "You'll know what I like when I moan for you..." She raked her nails along the back of his scalp, hips shifting slightly with anticipation. "Let you instincts guide you, Jared." His answer was not verbal because he was already using his tongue, the pink tip of it sliding down along the side of her swollen, sensitive labia. Karen groaned aloud, letting her head fall back against the pillows as her hips arched. "Oh yeah... mmmmm just like that... don't stop..." She murmured. She grasped her breasts, one in each hand, and tugged desperately at her nipples while her beautiful young plaything buried his face between her thighs. Jared seemed to be a natural. He needed very little direction and seemed to pick up on each cue she gave, making his tongue flat and broad and collecting every drop of wetness in its path. He dragged his tongue up along her pussy, first one side and then the other, until he was suckling from her slit like a babe at his mother's breasts. He grasped her thighs for leverage, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, but Karen didn't care. She loved it. She wanted more. She wanted it all. She called his name again and again but it became an unintelligible series of moans when Jared grew bolder and thrust his tongue between the slick wet lips of her pussy. He penetrated her with it, sending his tongue as deep as it could go, and her greedy sex responded eagerly, her inner walls desperately trying to pull it deeper as if it were his cock. He repeated the action, again and again, her cries for him growing louder. But it wasn't until he withdrew his tongue completely and she felt it swirling around her throbbing clit that Karen's control began slipping away. "Yes, Jared yes...." She cried out. "Just like that.. suck it, baby... suck my clit...." She was telling him exactly how she wanted it and she felt the tremor against her pussy when he moaned. But a moment later he was doing just as she asked, his eager mouth suckling hungrily at her clit. It was all she could do to stay conscious. Hot tingling pleasure had spread its way over her, radiating out from the pit of her stomach until it was threatening to consume her in flames. She bucked her hips against his face and her hands, which hand been cradling his head between her thighs, now became fists with fingers grasping frantically at his hair, pulling almost hard enough to tear it from the roots. "Jared.... oh GOD... don't stop..." She was encouraging him as best she could between gasps for breath, fucking herself against his face and tongue with wild abandon as her thighs clenched on either side of his head. It occurred to her, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was probably cutting off his oxygen supply but she was far too gone to give a shit at the moment. "Mmmmmmm... baby you're gonna make me cum..." Her words trailed off and became a strangled sob of pleasure as the orgasm suddenly took hold of her, rocking her body from head to toe with violent spasms. She was dimly aware of Jared's own loud, lusty moan, echoing her own cries of release. Karen didn't know how long the orgasm lasted. Her sense of time and place was completely thrown off. It might have been hours later that she floated back to reality, like a shipwreck survivor washed up onto the shore. She was aware of the fact that Jared's head was still between her thighs. He was breathing hard and his cheek rested against her thigh, his hands now holding her hips. She tapped him gently on the forehead and when his eyes opened, she motioned for him to join her on the bed. For a few moments, they lay side-by-side, spent and sweaty as they listened to each other's breathing. It was almost five minutes before Karen felt she had recovered enough to speak, rolling onto her side towards him. His eyes were closed again, his cock still hard but coated in what looked like the remnants of his cum. It was smeared all over his belly too. Supporting herself on one arm, Karen reached over to investigate, trailing her finger through the creamy white goo, which was still warm. Jared's eyes opened and she when he saw what she had discovered, his familiar blush returned. "I'm sorry Mrs. McMillan. I couldn't help it." Karen raised an eyebrow at him. "Couldn't help what, Jared?" He exhaled slowly. "I just... I got so turned on when you came... that I came too." Karen felt the stirrings of arousal between her thighs again at this delicious confession. "Did you?" Jared nodded, his baby blues gazing earnestly at her. "I was... humping my cock against the foot of the bed... you smelled so good, Mrs. McMillan... your pussy tasted so good... and when you came, you made these sounds..." His voice trailed off and his cock, which was lying up against is belly, gave a twitch. "I just couldn't help it. I just kept humping myself against the bed and I came so hard." Karen smiled widely, her hand smoothing up and down his chest while her fingers idly traced each of his nipples. "Well, you are a very messy and very horny boy. Aren't you, Jared?" He seemed too embarrassed to answer and instead rested his hand gently against her breast. "You make me crazy, Mrs. McMillan. Can I... will we do this again?" He was searching her face expectantly and Karen felt not only raw lust but also affection for him. He was a sweet kid. Not to mention the hottest fuck she'd ever had. "Hmmm... maybe." Her eyes danced, a glimmer of wickedness in their depths, as she leaned in to kiss him languidly. To her surprise, his tongue moved forward first, massaging against her own, and the kiss quickly deepened, becoming hotter and more passionate by the moment. She had to admit, he was learning very quickly. He was a star pupil and she really couldn't have been more pleased. Karen laughed as the kiss ended and reached up to ruffle his hair. "Alright, you convinced me. Be here next week, same place and same time. And don't forget to clean the pool before you go, the last thing I need is Phil getting wise to what we're doing. And you have to remember what I told you last time..." Jared's expression was jubilant, a boyish grin spreading across his handsome features. "Sure thing, Mrs. McMillan... I won't tell anyone, I swear." "You better not." She smoothed her hand down, from his chest across his belly, until she curled her fingers around the thick root of his cock again. "Now, the next order of business is figuring out how I'm going to make you pay for cumming all over my favorite bedspread, you naughty boy..." Jared couldn't help grinning, a little less shyly than before. He reached down and covered her hand with his own, his hips already finding a familiar rhythm as her fingers pumped up and down the length of his stiff, throbbing shaft. "Mrs. McMillan, I know you'll think of something and whatever it is, I'm already getting really horny just thinking about it." It was Karen's turn to smile. Yes, Jared was going to be a very good pupil indeed.