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Subject: A Day at the Pool
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                          A Day at the Pool

      The mad twittering of a goldfinch staking his claim to a 
branch outside 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, all right. 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 
that 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 accidentally 
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 "accidentally" 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 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 ecstasy. 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 has 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.



