Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: rec.arts.erotica immoderation Lines: 427 Message-ID: 4d9p9v$rbr@netaxs.com Reply-To: levesque@wahoo.enet.dec.com NNTP-Posting-Host: unix5.netaxs.com Keywords: mf ff oral teen group X-Moderator-Review: 7: slacker sex, but not badly done X-Ava-Review: 6: the ending is every writing teacher's nightmare, but it's rather charming in its own right. X-Approved-By: handler@sub-rosa.com (Michael Handler) Originator: grendel@unix5.netaxs.com
Archive-name: day-at-pool
The mad twittering of a goldfinch staking his claim to a
branch oustide my window heralded the arrival of a new day.
It was destined to be another scorcher, from the early morning
warmth, cloudless hazy sky and rising humidity, I gathered.
I rolled lazily out of bed, stretched, and shuffled into the
bathroom. "Nice hair," I thought, yawning, as I passed the
mirror and saw the reflection of my matted and splayed mane.
I turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to snake
up through the labyrinth of copper tubing leading from the
basement to the second floor. A few adjustments and I hopped
into the shower.
By the time I got out I was fully awake and alert, ready to
face a new day without a job. I had the dubious fortune to
graduate from college at the nadir of an economic downturn
during which no one was hiring, even people with engineering
degrees. Still, I had a small income from doing odd jobs, so
I could afford to eat and more or less keep my tired station
wagon on the road, but I was pretty sick of playing the
role of the starving now ex-college student. Something had
to break.
As it was tuesday, I had to go clean the pool at the
apartment complex where I lived. While I was out of work and
while the regular pool guy was laid up with a broken leg, I
managed to finagle my way into cleaning the pool for
spending money. It usually ended up being spent on wine and
beer and gas, or brakes or whatever I needed to keep my
jalopy on the road. I really didn't mind keeping up the
pool. It was easy enough, certainly, allowed me to be
outside and enjoy the sun and to keep up my tan. I have the
good fortune to have the sort of skin that tans very easily,
holds the color for a long time, and rarely burns.
I walked down to the pool and it was dead quiet, as it
usually was at 7 am. Later in the day it would be a
madhouse, with children running and splashing and calling
"Mommy! Mommy! Watch this!" I listened to the birds as I got
the vacuum hooked up. It was going to be a truly glorious
day, I decided, looking at the sky and feeling the warmth of
the sun on my face, even at this slight angle of the sun. I
began to sweep across the bottom of the pool, picking up the
detritus of a couple days of frolicking along with a few
coins and other junk. It didn't take long before I had my
shirt off, and a light sheen of sweat on my torso.
The clanging of the gate got my attention. "Shit!" I looked
up at young professional woman in a cotton coverup, who
looked back at me with the eyes of one who desperately
wanted something. "I forgot my key. Actually, I left my key
because the lock was broken, but now it's not." I strolled
over to the gate and let her in. "Thank you," she responded
with genuine gratitude. "No problem," I offered as she
walked past; I kept my eyes glued to her fine ass. Yum.
She deftly stepped out of her coverup and this bikini clad
beauty was truly a sight to behold. What a way to start the
day, I thought, and suddenly being behind a desk didn't seem
so important. She dove in off the board directly, and began
to swim some laps. I vacuumed the shallow end while she got
in her exercise, but I kept an eye on her the whole time
without being quite so rude as to stare. She was really
something, alright. Her technique was flawless; perfect
rotation, effortless breathing, smooth entry. She must have
had some training. Watching her body slice through the water
it seemed almost erotic, although at that point anything
could incite a rampage of hormones. She got out after a
dozen laps or so. I happened to be standing near her towel,
so I picked it up as she walked towards. Her nipples, rigid
to the cold, arrived before she did. I could just make out
her dark aureoles beneath the orange suit; it was all I
could do not to stare. Such ripe, full breasts jutting
proudly from her chest; I really wanted to touch them, to
feel them in my mouth. She took the towel from my
outstretched hand and thanked me. "Beautiful day," she
sighed. "I'll say. Now's the perfect time; it's not too hot,
and it's quiet down here." We exchanged a few more light
pleasantries and she let herself out of the pool area. I got
back to work.
Before long the pool was clean and I had errands to run. By
the time I got back from running my errands, it was already
90 and the sun was beating almost straight down from the
sky. I was hot and sweaty and bored, so I got into my suit
and went down to the pool. Plenty of women with young
children chattered pleasantly with the occasional reprimand
to a running or splashing child thrown in for variety. And
the teenagers were back. It was torture for me, watching
these young, nubile bodies ripening in the sun. They ranged
in age from around 14 to maybe 17. There were a half dozen
of them, and they were all into the sun worship thing. And
babes! Every one of them had something to offer the eyes.
What I wouldn't give to be in a naked pig pile with them.
Ahem.
I took my place on a lawn chair where I could view these
lovelies without being obvious about it. The strawberry
blonde began to oil the brunette with the long french braid.
How I longed to do the same! And not a one of the girls was
flat chested. Not they they were all stacked or anything,
but each had an inviting amount of flesh just begging for
the attention of my hands or mouth. I wished. These girls
didn't even notice me, or so I thought. I watched over these
girls for the next hour or so. Every feeling I'd had as a
teenager came rushing back. I felt almost wistful about the
whole thing. Then a few kids engaged in horseplay splashed
me, and one of them tripped over my chaise. What better
reason to move closer to the girls, out of the way of the
marauding youngsters. So I pulled my lounge chair over by
the girls; it was getting even more crowded and that was one
of the last places left. They didn't seem to mind.
Paradoxically, even though I was physically closer to the
young fillies, I couldn't really scope them as well because
it would have been too obvious. I decided to read my book.
There was some giggling and carrying on happening right next
to me, but I didn't know what it was about. And then four of
the six girls got up and went into the water, leaving two
lovelies behind. The strawberry blonde was starting to get a
little red on her back and I told her so. She pulled out a
tube of spf 15 and asked me if I'd mind putting it on her.
No problem, I responded with feigned casualness. She sat on
my lounge and held her hair up off her back for me while I
spread the milky liquid over her skin. I carefully rubbed
each drop until it was absorbed and covered her skin
millimeter by millimeter. I could feel her body relaxing as
I touched her. I don't know which of us enjoyed it more. She
purred deep in her throat and sighed "That feels really
nice." I went all the way down to her bikini bottoms,
stroking her hips in an anything but platonic application of
sunscreen. "If you lay down on your towel, I'll do the back
of your legs," I offered. "Oh, will you?" She squeaked. I
did her thighs, down to her calves and her pretty ankles,
too. I was rock hard and glad I didn't have a speedo on lest
the rest of the crowd notice my up periscope straining to
find a way out of my shorts.
The other girl, Olivia, was a neighbor's daughter. She had
short brown hair, a few freckles on her nose, and pretty
blue eyes. She was also 14, and about to embark on a career
of breaking little boys' hearts. She was decently developed,
too, for her age. I found myself checking out her budding
breasts and tight little bum on more than one occasion in
the past. "Can you do me, too?" she asked. "Sure, 'Liv." And
I moved over one towel and started from the top. I rubbed
oil into her sweet shoulders and neck and down her back. By
the time I got to her hips, she was clenching her little
butt and I was wound like a watch spring. A few sparse
pubies stuck out of her crotch, and I reminded myself that
20 years in jail was a long time. As I rubbed the oil onto
her thighs, I accidently brushed her crotch. It was soft and
a little bit moist and she jumped a little. But she spread
her legs a little more as I started work on the other thigh.
So I did it again, deliberately. Did I imagine it or did she
push back? I decided that I'd better move away, so I went
down to her calves and did them. At this point, the other
girls returned from the water.
"I'm next!" one cried and flopped down on an adjacent
towel. "Then me!" followed another. It was heaven,
basically. I got to touch these delightful young females.
Hip, hip, hooray! The only unfortunate part was that my cock
was erect, painfully erect, so goddamn hard that I was sure
that one false move and it would break right off. But I
persevered.
Each delightful young lady received similar treatment. A
massage/sunscreen application, with a mildly erotic hint. I
applied the lotions with slavish devotion, carefully
monitoring each girl for her response to the stimulation.
All except the penultimate responded almost erotically. The
next to last seemed almost dead, so I scrupulously avoid
"accidently" brushing against her privates or touching the
sides of her breasts. All the others, though, got the
special treatment and apparently enjoyed it. I saw at least
two pairs of erect nipples, to my amusement. Finally, I was
done. I was starting to get a mild case of blue balls from
the extended stimulation. "What about you?" Olivia
questioned. "Don't you need any sunscreen?" I almost
declined outright because I was already pretty tanned, but
instead deferred. "After I get out of the pool. I'm kinda
warm now." The girls exchanged conspiratorial looks which I
ignored, and I dove right in. After being in the cool water
for a few minutes, the ache in my groin subsided. Every
instinct told me to attack the young girls; fortunately
socialization prevailed. I drew myself out of the pool and
got my towel.
"You ready for me to do ya?" Olivia started. I smiled at
the double entendre, and said, "Yeah. Sure." The pert
redhead got up to join her. "I'll help." I kneeled on a
towel as the two lovelies did my arms and chest. Their
fluttering hands felt delightful as they ran down my
stomach. My penis, aroused by the byplay, smiled evilly as
he awoke and returned from his abbreviated slumber. I lay
down and they went to work on my back. I was almost lulled
to sleep with their dreamy hands caressing my broad
shoulders and strong back. I could have sworn I felt a hand
slide briefly under my trunks and back out again. There it
was again! I looked over to see a devilishly grinning
Olivia. Then it happened on the other side. "Please," I
pleaded; "you don't know what you're doing to me. And you
don't want to get started down that path." They giggled some
more, and did my legs.
We lay down there for another hour or so, and it was lunch
time. The girls tried to decide what they'd do for lunch.
Four of them wanted pizza. Olivia and the redhead didn't.
"I've got sandwich fixins in my apartment," I offered,
mostly innocently. Two pairs of excited eyes jumped at the
chance.
We got into my apartment and I turned on the big fan, then
the stereo. I went into the kitchen and they followed me.
They were close, dangerously close. I was a little nervous.
The redhead ran her hand down my back. Olivia got right next
to me on my right hand side, and touched my chest. The
sexual tension became oppressive. They got even closer. "Um,
girls," I stammered. "No sandwiches," the redhead began
evenly, as she began to touch my chest. Olivia grabbed the
inside of my thighs. My head began to swim. "What about
jail?" I considered in a fleeting moment. I put my arms
around the girls. "You could be very sorry," I warned.
"Nuh-uh," the redhead countered, and tried to stick her hand
down my bathing suit, to no avail. "Wait a minute. First you
have to do this." And I untied the string in my trunks. As
the redhead's hand snaked down my trunks and grasped my
member, I turned to her and started deeply frenching her.
"If you can't beat 'em... boink 'em."
In the meantime I brought my hand up behind Olivia's back
and undid her bikini. Then I turned and frenched her. She
obviously did not have the experience in kissing that the
older girl had, but she was a quick study. Within seconds
our tongues danced madly together, and her pulse
skyrocketed. "Let's get out of the kitchen," I offered. The
redhead pulled me by my aching hardon into the livingroom in
front of the fan. I pulled down the top of her one piece and
her fine breasts spilled out, milky white skin with tiny
freckles and two pink, puffed up nipples. I rubbed her
creamy tits with both hands as our tongues tangoed. She was
really hot. I felt Olivia's firm titties pushing into my
back, and decided to turn around and focus on her for a few
minutes. I touched her budding breasts and her brown nipples
swelled the way only a young girl's nipples can. I leaned
over and kissed her young boobs, carefully avoiding the
nipples which only got harder as a result. I swirled my
tongue over a nipple, drawing it into my mouth and she
gasped. I guessed that no one had ever done so to her
before. Little miss redhead wasn't content to be an inactive
partner, so she worked my trunks down. I stepped out of them
and was totally naked, my fiery red member angrily demanding
to be serviced.
Olivia gasped, and tentatively wrapped her fingers around
it. "It's so hot!" she squealed. "And it pulses!" She
stroked it while the redhead rubbed my balls. I wasn't going
to be able to take much of that. "Molly! It's so hard!" "No
kidding, 'Liv. Did you ever kiss one?" "Kiss one?" "No way,
really?" "Yeah, watch." And with that Molly (so that was her
name!) came around to the front, bent over, and took me into
her mouth." She quickly adopted a rhythmn that would have me
erupting in no time. "Whoa! Slow down, this isn't a race!" I
interrupted. With that, Molly began to take her time,
running her tongue down the length of my shaft and over my
balls. For such a young girl, she had magnificent technique.
I groaned my appreciated. "I wanna try!" yelped Olivia.
"Share and share alike, Moll."
Olivia tentatively licked the glans, then ran her tongue
underneath. "It's hot," she whispered. She gave a suck or
two on the head. "Mmmmm. It tastes good." "Just wait 'til he
squirts!" Molly giggled. "What?" "Really, it's good, you'll
like it." Molly kept sucking my cock into her mouth, a
little at a time. I leaned over and helped Molly out of her
maillot. Her pussy hair was sparse near her pink and wet
cunt lips, and more substantial up top. I playfully ran a
finger along her labia. She squealed with pleasure, causing
Olivia to look up. Olivia promptly abandoned my dick, stood
up, removed her now musky bikini bottoms, and said "Me too!"
I laid the girls down together and knelt between them. I
slowly caressed their breasts, ran my hands down their
stomachs, and through their pubic hair to their wet little
slits. Their heat was maddening; I wished I had two dicks so
I could fuck them at once. The scent of sex permeated the
heavy air. The sweet little girls moaning and sighing was an
incredible aphrodisiac; I really couldn't believe this was
happening. Molly began to breathe faster. I stopped working
on Olivia so I could devote my attention to Molly. "Watch,"
I instructed Olivia. I worked two fingers into Molly's
burning snatch, and strummed her clit with my thumb.
Meanwhile, I slurped a pearly pink nipple into my mouth and
licked and sucked and nipped. Molly was writhing like a
snake trying to get out its skin at this point, gasping for
breath and moaning incoherently. I then leaned over, took
her clit in my mouth, grabbed a nipple with my right and and
sucked as I pulled on her nipple. That did it. Molly went
completely rigid, than began intense spasming. It lasted
well over a minute. By the time she was done, Olivia was
wide eyed with amazement. "Holy shit! I want that too!"
I laid her down next to her friend and started to suck her
tits and play with her pussy. She quickly got on edge and I
teased her there for awhile. In the meanwhile Molly regained
her composure and started sucking me off. This got my
attention. She was taking me quite deeply into her throat.
"Olivia," I sputtered. "Watch Molly for a second." She saw my
cock disappearing into Molly's mouth. "Wow- how does she get
it in so far?" "I dunno," I gurgled. "Let me try." So she
tried and managed to work my cock in a fair bit, then Molly
would show her her more experienced technique. I didn't
care. I knew if I didn't come soon, my balls were going to
fall off. That sweet feeling started, and my head began to
swell. Molly stopped just long enough to say, "get ready!"
Then she really went to town, bobbing her head up and down
on my piston. That did it. With a shriek I let loose a
tremendous wad of cum. And another. Then Olivia took me in
her mouth as I continued to shoot my load. Then it was over.
"Wow," was all I could say. "Mmm, that was good," Olivia
sighed, "but I still haven't cum!"
"I know," I answered. "We'll take care of that, won't we,
Moll?" "We?" "Yeah, we," I said, shifting positions. "I'm
no lezzie!" "No, of course not." I lay Olivia down again. I
lay on one side of her, and I had Molly lay on the other
side. I rubbed my hand lazily over a brown nipple. It jumped
up to meet my hand. "Put your hand on mine, Molly." She did,
tentatively. Together we rubbed that sweet little tit. I
slid my hand part way out from under hers. "Don't stop
rubbing." Then her hand was doing a lot of the touching.
Then I put my hand on top. I looked at Molly and she smiled.
This was ok. "Now I'm going to rub the other one," I warned.
And I moved my hand over and rubbed the other tit. Olivia
was entranced, and Molly seemed to be enjoying herself, too.
I leaned over and kissed my tit, and Molly did the other
one. All the while, we kept rubbing. Then I took her nipple
into my mouth and tongued swirled it as I reached down to
play with her sweet pussy. Olivia was right back up on the
edge. Molly started tonguing the other tit. Olivia's moans
were coming quickly now, as I explored her young, tight
pussy. I ran my finger up and down her labia and thrust
carefully into her little hole as she squealed with
pleasure. I leaned over and began to lick her juice laden
snatch, riding along each labia, gently wiggling into her
tight box, and then surfing over her clit with wild abandon.
"Oh, God, omigod, oh, oh," began her first ever orgasm. I
latched onto her quivering quim and continued to work her
over as she shuddered with ecstacy. Then I let her calm
down.
Surprisingly, my cock was already at three quarter mast. I
grabbed Molly and rolled her over onto me. We deeply kissed
and I played with her ass. "You're tasting your friend's
juices, you know?" She blushed. "And see? It didn't kill you
or make you a lesbian." You're still dying for my cock,
aren't you?" She nodded her head enthusastically. "Ok,
then. You ever fuck before?" She shook her head no. "We'll
take it easy, then." I teased her dripping snatch with my
now turgid pole. She pushed back against it and it started
to go in. We took it slow, going back and forth slowly.
Olivia took up a position where she could see my aching
member starting to slide into her friend's hot box. Our
muted thrusting occasionally caused my dick to slip out, but
Olivia helpfully repositioned it. "Ok, honey, whenever
you're ready." She slid down, and winced a bit. "I don't
think I can do it." "Of course you can, if you want to." She
tried again. No dice. She jumped off me, onto her back, and
said, "Just take me. Make me a woman." I couldn't say no.
I got on her, wormed the head of my cock into her virginal
cunt and started easing it deeper. Her hips moved in time
with me. I kissed her tits, then began to french her. As my
tongue went into her mouth, I pushed past her hymen. She
yelped a little, and appeared to be in a little pain, so I
just sat there, with my cock firmly ensconced in her newly
deflowered love canal. "I'm ready. Fuck me. Fuck me." And
she started to move her hips. I needed no further
encouragement. I gave her sweet pussy a good workout,
pistoning in and out while I played with her nipples.
Actually, it didn't take long before she was shuddering
underneath me and her cunt gripped me like a vise. I stopped
thrusting and caressed her while she regained her breath.
"Thank you," she whispered softly.
I pulled out and wiped the few flecks of blood off my sex
crazed rod, ready to deflower Miss Olivia who was only too
ready for the experience. She practically jumped on me and
took my cock into her pussy with little difficulty. Her
channel was incredibly smooth and tight, and I reveled in
its silky embrace. We fucked like that for awhile, then I
rolled on top of her to give her the what for. We screwed
like rabbits for several minutes, and she a a small orgasm,
but I was still far away.
I pulled out and got behind her. I pushed my way into her
juicy pussy which seemed if anything to grip me harder than
before. I caressed her tits and rubbed her clit as I banged
into her lovely tunnel. "Molly," I gasped. We're going to
need you for this. She got in front of Molly. "Lick my
balls," I ordered. "While you're fucking?" she asked
incredulously. "Yes, while we're fucking! Just do it!" I
pleaded urgently. She bent over and I felt her hot little
tongue on my balls. "Oh, yes," I cried. "That's it!" Then I
felt her tongue on my finger, and I realized she was trying
to lick her friend's clitty, too. She alternated between the
two of us, and Olivia presently fell over onto all fours and
began to cum as if her life depended on it. A few thrusts
more and shot over the edge, careening into the abyss of
orgasmic bliss. I almost blacked out from the intensity of it
all.
Noise. What the hell was that noise. A pounding of some
sort. I looked up, wearily, to see four girls standing in my
doorway, and Olivia's mother. I froze. They froze, mouths
agape. The silence was finally broken by an insane, steady
beeping. I smacked the stupid alarm clock with an
outstretched hand, then untangled my sweat riddled body from
the sheets. Shit. Time to go to work. And it was going to be
another scorcher today.
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