THE POOL GIRL  (Part 1 of 3)


Christina Benson was a pleasant, attractive 30-year-old.
She was tall and slender -- 5'9" and 120 lbs. with
measurements of 34A-24-34.  Her youthful face looked more
like that of a 20-year-old, and her eyes were as blue as the
sky.  She wore her straight, blonde hair just above her
shoulders.  Her small breasts resembled those of a young
teenager, but her pink nipples were quite prominent.  But,
Christina's best physical feature was, without a doubt, her
firm, round bottom.  She exercised regularly to stay in
shape, and the results were impressive indeed.

It had been five months since Christina divorced her husband
of seven years.  She had grown suspicious of his numerous
late nights "working at the office."  When one of her
friends had spotted him one evening at a nightclub hanging
all over some big-titted bimbo, her suspicions were
confirmed.  At first, it broke her heart to dump him, but
she new she had to do it.  The whole ordeal wasn't a total
waste though.  After all, in the settlement she had gotten
the 4000-square-foot house, complete with a full-size, in-
ground swimming pool.

But being single again was providing quite a culture shock
to Christina.  Naturally, men were attracted to her, but her
experience with her husband had soured her opinion of all
males.  That, plus with her busy work schedule, added up to
many evenings alone for Christina.  In fact, she hadn't been
on a date in over two months and she hadn't had sex at all
since the divorce.  Often, she lay in bed at night and
masturbated herself to sleep.  She desperately ached for
someone to share her most intimate feelings with. . . .

*****

Christina awoke and glanced at the clock.  It was already
11:06 a.m.  She had stayed up late the night before,
engrossed in the latest novel she was reading.  No problem,
she figured, because today was the first day of her week-
long vacation.  Her itinerary for the next seven days
consisted of nothing more than total rest and relaxation.

Christina rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen to
fix herself some breakfast.  She was clad only in a sleep T-
shirt that extended just below her shapely bottom.  Her
long, smooth legs were displayed exquisitely.   Her pert
nipples poked through the thin fabric like acorns.

The weather outside was terrific.  There wasn't a single
cloud in the June sky, and the temperature had already
climbed into the low 80's.  Christina smiled to herself as
she thought of the relaxing day of tanning and swimming that
lay ahead.

As she sat down at the breakfast table, her T-shirt slid up
and exposed her sparse patch of  blonde pubic hair.  She
started to tug the shirt back down but stopped when she
remembered there was no one around to see her.  She began
eating and stared absentmindedly out the window.

Then, Christina remembered that today was Monday, the day
the guy from the maintenance company would show up to
perform the weekly pool cleaning.  This would definitely
interfere with her sunbathing plans.  On the rare occasions
that she was actually home when he came by, she could never
bring herself to lay out with him around.  She figured that
the sight of her in one of her skimpy bikinis would be too
distracting for him.  Besides, he wasn't attractive at all,
and he gave her the creeps.

Christina slowly finished her breakfast and cleared away the
dishes while trying to think of another way to spend the
day.  Perhaps she could take in a movie. . . .  Nope -- that
didn't appeal to her at all.  She could finish the book she
had been reading. . . .  No -- she would save that for
another day.  Maybe she could go shopping and buy a couple
of new business suits.  As she pondered the choices, her
thoughts were interrupted by a loud clatter out by the pool.

"What in the world?" she muttered to herself.  She hurried
into the den to get a better view of who, or what, had
caused the racket.

Upon glancing out the window to the pool area, she did a
double take.  Carrying a long scrubber brush and hose was a
teenage girl whom Christina had never seen before.  She was
wearing cutoffs, a baseball cap, and a turquoise T-shirt
bearing the name of the pool maintenance company.  Christina
recognized the shirt as the same "uniform" that the usual
pool-cleaning guy wore.  She guessed that he must be sick
and that the girl was there to take his place today.

Christina continued to observe, trying to figure out if the
girl really knew how to clean a swimming pool.  She watched
curiously as the teenager wrestled with the scrubber and
hose before getting them hooked up correctly to the skimmer.
Christina smiled to herself at the episode before her, but
decided that she should go out and make sure the youngster
really knew what she was doing.  She went to the bedroom,
pulled on a pair of shorts, and went outside.

"Hello."  She said coolly as she approached the girl.  "I'm
Christina Benson."

"Hi!  Nice to meet you.  My name is Patsy Richards.  I'm
your new maintenance person," she said with a friendly smile
punctuated by pearly-white teeth.

"New maintenance person?  What happened to the guy who
usually comes here?" Christina replied with surprise.

"Oh, he quit . . . to take a job in another city, I think."

"I see.  So you'll be my pool girl from now on?"

"That's right," Patsy answered, her cute, innocent face
beaming proudly.  "At least until I go off to college in
September."

"Are you sure you can handle all the equipment by yourself?"
Christina fought back a grin, thinking back to the girl's
struggles just a few minutes earlier.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Benson, I can do it myself.  I've cleaned
pools the past two summers to save up money for college this
fall.  I've only been out of school for one week this
summer, so I just need to get back into practice," Patsy
responded matter-of-factly.

"Well, with two years' experience, you sound like a pro to
me,"  the older woman said sincerely.  "By the way, you can
call me Christina.  So where are you going off to college?"

"To the university here in town.  I'm going to study to be a
veterinarian."

"A veterinarian!  Hmmm . . .  That will require a lot of
hard work and dedication.  Good luck to you," Christina
encouraged.  "Speaking of a lot of work, I'd better leave
you alone so you can get started here."

"Thanks, Mrs. . . . uh, Christina.  You'll be pleased with
my work.  I promise.  I hope I get to talk to you again."

They exchanged smiles as Christina turned and walked away.
Whatever concerns she had earlier about the teenager's
abilities were now laid to rest.  The pretty girl was
obviously bright and conscientious, and she certainly seemed
to have a plan for her life.  Ah, to be a teenager again.

Christina went back inside and headed for the bathroom to
take a shower, still undecided about how to spend her day.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she was shocked to see
that her long nipples were fully erect and clearly visible
through her T-shirt.  She couldn't figure out what had
caused them to become so hard, and she blushed at the
realization that the new pool girl had undoubtedly noticed
them.

Suddenly, another realization struck Christina.  With a
female cleaning the pool, Christina could sunbathe today
after all.  She hurried to the bedroom, her mood vastly
improved.  She rifled through her dresser drawer and pulled
out her skimpiest swimsuit -- her black thong bikini.

Hastily, Christina peeled off her T-shirt and shorts.  This
bikini was easily her favorite suit to wear for tanning.
She always loved how sexy she felt in it, and it certainly
provided maximum exposure to the sun.  As she pulled the
thong up her legs, her breath quickened a bit.  The tight
material gripped her pussy like a glove and dug obscenely
into her butt-crack.  The thong accentuated the roundness of
her ass and made her legs look a mile long.  Next, she
placed the two small cloth triangles over her tiny tits and
tied the spaghetti strings in back.  If her nipples were
stiff a minute ago, they were positively throbbing now.
God, just putting this bikini on made her hot!  She paused
for a moment to look at herself in the mirror, lightly
running her soft hands over her stomach and breasts while
admiring her dark skin.  Despite her blonde hair and blue
eyes, she had always been able to tan without burning.  She
turned her back to the mirror and licked her lips at the
reflection of her bronze ass.

Christina grabbed a beach towel, the suntan oil, and a
magazine; put her sunglasses on; and strolled out to the
pool.  Patsy glanced up from her cleaning and smiled at
Christina.  "Gonna catch some rays, eh?  It's a great day
for it!"

"Yes, this weather is beautiful.  I hope you don't mind me
being out here while you're working.  I'll try to stay out
of your way,"  Christina said.

"Oh, I don't mind at all.  Actually, it'll be kind of nice
to have some company.  There's usually nobody around when I
work, and it can get a little boring,"  the pool girl
replied.

Christina smiled.  She noticed the girl had already worked
up a bit of a sweat.  "Whew, it's really hot out here.
Would you like something to drink?  I have soda, iced tea,
and fruit juice,"  Christina offered.

"Yeah, that'd be great.  Iced tea sounds good,"  Patsy
answered cheerfully.  A fine sheen of perspiration covered
her face.

"One iced tea coming right up."  Christina dropped her
tanning paraphernalia on one of the lounge chairs and headed
back inside.  Her naked bottom wiggled as she walked.

Christina returned shortly and handed the drink to the
teenager.  "Here you are.  Enjoy!"

"Thank you.  I love working outside, but it sure can get hot
sometimes."

"Well, I have plenty more tea inside.  Also, feel free to
take your shoes and socks off and dip your feet in the pool
if you want to,"  Christina said.

"Thanks, Christina.  We're not allowed to do anything like
that, but I really appreciate the offer anyway."  Christina
was impressed by Patsy's honesty and politeness.

Christina walked over to the lounge chair, carefully spread
the beach towel over it, and sat down, facing the pool.  She
proceeded to apply a liberal covering of suntan oil to every
inch of her exposed skin.  She felt herself becoming
slightly aroused as she caressed her slick, taut stomach and
thighs.  When all of the pre-tanning preparation was out of
the way, Christina wiped her hands on the towel and settled
back with her magazine.  Meanwhile, Patsy had resumed
cleaning the far end of the pool.

Christina casually leafed through the magazine, glancing up
occasionally to check on the pool girl's progress.  Over the
next hour or so, Christina's attention gradually shifted
from the magazine to Patsy.  With her eyes hidden by
sunglasses, Christina stared intently.  For the first time,
she began to notice Patsy's features.  She guessed the
teenager to be perhaps 5'7" and 115 lbs.  Her dark, curly
hair cascaded down to her shoulders from under the baseball
cap.  Patsy's youthful skin was clear and richly-tanned.
The cutoffs that she wore were tight and came to mid-thigh.
Christina gazed at her slim, girlish bottom encased by the
faded denim.  The T-shirt that Patsy wore was loose-fitting,
but that didn't hide the fact that her breasts were quite
large and firm.  Christina estimated their size at 36D.
They jiggled sensually as she swept the long scrubber up and
down the side of the pool.  The 30-year-old had always
envied big-busted women like Patsy.  Christina concluded
that the pool girl was, in a word, ravishing.

Patsy steadily worked her way around the pool.  As she did,
Christina's eyes secretly followed her every move.
Something strange was happening.  Christina felt her nipples
stiffen beneath the scant material of her bikini top, just
as they had done earlier when she had first met Patsy.  She
began to feel a warmth inside her body -- but she knew it
wasn't from the sun.  As the pool girl came closer,
Christina, somewhat nervously, struck up a conversation.
After a few minutes of small talk about a variety of trivial
subjects, the topic turned to guys.  "So, do you have a
boyfriend?"  Christina quizzed.

A frown creased the youngster's face.  "No.  I broke up with
my last boyfriend over a month ago.  I found out he was
messing around with another girl behind my back," Patsy
responded glumly.

"Guys will do that," Christina said, shaking her head in
disgust.  The two of them certainly had something in common.
"So a pretty girl like you isn't seeing anybody?"

"Nope.  I'm definitely available."

The words stuck in Christina's head.  Available, eh?  Wild,
forbidden ideas raced through her mind.  "So, how many more
jobs do you have left today?" she asked.

"You're my last one.  After I finish here, I'm done for the
day," the perky 18-year-old answered happily.

"That's great!  Why don't you stay and take a swim with me?
It'll cool you off," the thin blonde offered, trying not to
sound too forward.

"Oh, I couldn't do that.  I'd be in big trouble if my boss
found out."  Patsy responded.  "Besides, I don't have a
swimsuit," she giggled.

"You won't get into any trouble.  You'll be on your own
time."  Christina quickly tried to allay the teenager's
concerns.  "Your boss will never know anyway -- it's
completely private back here," Christina stated, alluding to
the six-foot-high privacy fence that surrounded the pool
area.  "And I'm sure I can find you something to wear.
Please.  You'd be my guest," she pleaded, almost
desperately.

The young brunette gently bit her lower lip.  "Well . . .
OK.  I suppose it'll be all right.  It definitely sounds
like fun!"

"Great!  You finish up, and I'll go get something for you to
wear," Christina chirped.  She glanced at the girl's large
tits, just a few feet away, and said with a wry grin, "I
seriously doubt if any of my bikini tops will fit you, but
I'll come up with something.  I'll be back in a few. . . ."
Christina popped up from the chair and bounded into the
house, her feet barely touching the ground.

Once inside the bedroom, Christina paused to ponder the
situation.  Is this really happening? she thought to
herself.  Am I actually trying to seduce a teenage girl?
She knew the answer, but couldn't bring herself to believe
that it was indeed true.  Christina had never in her life
experienced any sexual feelings toward another woman, and
yet somehow, inexplicably, her sudden desire for Patsy
seemed perfectly natural.  Dreamily, she rubbed her pussy
through the outside of her thong, anticipating what she
hoped would soon transpire. . . .

Snapping back to reality, Christina began rummaging through
her dresser, trying to decide on the ideal attire for her
new friend.  On one hand, she wanted to see as much of
Patsy's lissome young body as possible, but on the other
hand, she worried that the youngster would feel
uncomfortable wearing something too revealing.  Christina
also needed to find something that would hold Patsy's
magnificent tits.  The woman decided to throw caution to the
wind and settled on a skimpy red thong that she figured
would show off the girl's slender ass nicely.  She also
chose a large, white cotton T-shirt left behind by her ex-
husband.  She grinned as she tried to picture the voluptuous
teenager emerging from the cool water with the T-shirt
soaking wet.

Christina laid the thong and shirt on her bed, figuring that
Patsy could change in her bedroom.  She then hustled back to
see if the teenager was finished yet.  On the way to the
back door, Christina paused.  Her mind was flooded with what
seemed like a million thoughts.  How would she make her move
on Patsy?  What if the girl rejected her?  What if somebody
found out? . . .  Christina felt as nervous as a school girl
preparing to go on her first date.  She composed herself and
headed back outside.

Christina was relieved to see Patsy removing the hose from
the skimmer, indicating that she was nearly finished with
the pool-cleaning.  Still wearing sunglasses, Christina's
eyes were riveted to the younger woman's large tits.  "How
are you coming along?  Just about done?"  she asked, wanting
confirmation of what she already knew.

"Almost.  I just need to put away the equipment first, and
then I'll be ready," Patsy answered with a smile.

"Great!  I picked out a suit for you.  When you're done,
I'll take you inside and show you where you can change,"
Christina informed.  "You did a great job on the pool.  I
can't wait to try it out," she said, giddy with
anticipation.

"Thanks.  I'm glad you're pleased," the teenager answered.
"There.  All done!"  she announced a few seconds later as
she closed the door of the storage compartment.  "So where
can I go to get out of these hot clothes?" she giggled.  Her
pretty face was flushed and sweaty.

Getting the buxom girl out of her clothes was exactly what
Christina had in mind.  "Just follow me," the blonde
implored.  As she walked, she made a conscious effort to
wiggle her exposed bottom a little more than usual for the
benefit of the gorgeous brunette following behind her.
Patsy was too busy admiring the interior of the house to
notice Christina's little show, however.  They reached the
bedroom and Christina handed Patsy the tiny thong and the
thin T-shirt.  "See how these fit," Christina said, hopeful
that the teenager wouldn't have any qualms about putting on
the revealing outfit.

"Whoa!"  Patsy gasped, holding up the thong.  "I can't wear
this.  It won't even cover up my rear end."

"Oh, go ahead and try it on.  If you've never worn one
before, you'll love how it feels," Christina cajoled.
"Remember, no one will be able to see you."  She walked
toward the bedroom door.  "I'll be at the pool.  Hurry on
out."  She left quickly, not wanting to give the hesitant
teenager any more opportunity to protest.

Christina returned to the pool and began making preparations
for her guest.  She retrieved the inflated raft from the far
side of the deck and dropped it in the pool.  It was large
enough for two people, and she figured that it would provide
the best opportunity for her to get close to the pretty
teenager.  Christina also tossed the bottle of suntan oil
onto the raft -- it just might come in handy.  Satisfied
with the arrangements, the slender blonde set her sunglasses
on the lounge chair and dove into the water.  She casually
splashed around while she waited anxiously for the pool girl
to return.

Shortly, Christina heard the back door shut and looked up to
see Patsy standing beside the pool.  Her heart leapt up into
her throat at the sight of the beautiful young woman.  The
30-year-old quickly scanned the front of the teenager's
body, admiring her lean, tanned legs; dark, curly hair; and,
large, firm breasts.  To make the shirt better support her
braless tits, Patsy had pulled the shirt tight and tied a
knot at waist-level in the bottom hem.  Christina could see
Patsy's huge nipples through the thin T-shirt pulled tightly
over her bosom.

"Patsy, you look terrific!"  Christina found her voice and
managed to blurt out.  "Does everything fit OK?"

"The bottom is kind of tight, but I'm getting used to it,"
Patsy said.  "How's the water?"

"It's perfect.  Come on in!"

Patsy needed no more encouragement than that.  She sat down
at the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water.
Even though her breasts were firm for their size, without a
bra they jiggled with her every move.  Christina clutched
the raft and observed closely.  She was absolutely smitten
with this beautiful creature no more than twenty feet away.
She felt her nipples harden under the water as she thought
of the taboo things that she wanted to do to the youngster.

Patsy raised her naked bottom off the deck and, still facing
Christina, slowly lowered herself into the water.  The
coolness elicited a slight gasp from the girl.  She was
standing in the shallow end, so the water came up only to
her waist.  The effect of the cool water didn't escape
Christina's watchful eye -- she noticed the brunette's juicy
nipples stiffen under the T-shirt.  After a few seconds of
acclimating herself to the temperature change, Patsy inhaled
deeply and dove under.  She swam underwater to the deep end
where Christina was and surfaced near the edge, about six
feet from the older woman.

"Well, what do you think?  Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
Christina inquired.

"Oh, it's wonderful.  This is just what I needed," Patsy
responded.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, the two women floundered
around in the refreshing water, laughing and chatting about
nothing in particular.  Christina kept trying to get a good
look at Patsy's body, but the youngster managed to keep it
hidden by staying submerged up to her neck the entire time.

Christina nervously decided it was time to set her plan --
what little one she had -- into motion.  Without a word, she
gripped the raft and pulled it along as she swam to the
nearby ladder.  She climbed up and out of the water, aware
of how painfully hard her nipples were.  From the top step
of the ladder, Christina crawled onto the raft.  She
sprawled out flat on her stomach and gently pushed the raft
away from the ladder and in Patsy's general direction.
"This raft is big enough for two, whenever you're ready to
soak up some sun," the 30-year-old offered.

"This feels sooooo nice," the pool girl said softly.  "I
think I'll stay in a while longer."

The anxious blonde thought she would die with anticipation.
To help temporarily take her mind off Patsy, she decided to
concentrate on her own tanning.  Lying face down, she
reached around and untied the strings of her bikini top.
The woman savored the feel of the hot sun on her naked back,
legs, and buns.  As the raft drifted for the next several
minutes, she continually shifted her gaze to keep a constant
eye on the brunette, who remained neck-deep in the water at
the pool's edge.  Patsy's eyes were closed, and she appeared
to be almost asleep.  Christina began to gently grind her
throbbing nipples into the bikini top to relieve her
building sexual tension.  Before long, her tits had slipped
off the cloth of the bikini, and she was rubbing her rock-
hard nubs directly on the smooth plastic of the raft.  Her
thong was damp with her feminine juices.

Suddenly, Patsy stirred slightly in the water, startling
Christina.  Being only about ten feet away from the girl,
the older woman immediately halted her lascivious
activities.  Then, quickly sensing an opportunity to make
another overture to the teenager, she spoke.  "This sun sure
feels good," she said, her voice tight.  "You're going to
turn into a prune if you stay in the water much longer."

Patsy's eyes opened slowly.  "Mmmm. . . .  Yeah, you're
right," she muttered drowsily.  She pushed herself away from
the edge of the pool and paddled her way to the end of the
raft where Christina's head was.  The slender blonde
watched.  Clutching the edge of the raft and still neck-deep
in the water, Patsy looked up at the older woman and said,
"Hold on while I pull the raft over to the ladder."
Christina knew she didn't want to miss this.

Patsy reached the ladder and tentatively climbed out of the
water.  Standing on the bottom step, she turned sideways to
position herself to board the raft.  Christina swallowed
hard at the view of Patsy's stunning profile.  Then, the
teenager turned again and faced the raft -- and Christina.
The blonde was beside herself with lust.  The sight of
Patsy's full tits and huge brown nipples through the now-
transparent T-shirt was exactly as she had imagined earlier.
Christina stared unabashedly, trying to etch that vision
indelibly into her memory.

The 18-year-old awkwardly managed to climb onto the raft
without capsizing it, giggling the whole time.  She lay on
her stomach next to the Christina.  The older woman fought
her rising urge to rip the T-shirt off the girl's luscious
body.  She knew she had to make her move carefully.  Craning
her head around, she noticed Patsy's lily-white ass.  That
gave her an idea.

"You'd better let me put some suntan oil on you so you don't
get burned," Christina offered, trying mightily to show some
restraint.  "It doesn't look like your bottom has seen much
sun."

"Gosh, I don't think my bottom has *ever* seen the sun.
I've never worn a bathing suit this skimpy before," Patsy
said innocently.  "I probably could use some protection."

Christina didn't hesitate.  She grabbed the bottle that she
had made sure to keep close by.  Then, she took a deep
breath to gather the courage for her next move.  Without
putting her top back on, Christina lifted her chest from the
raft, completely exposing her small tits and her fully erect
3/4-inch-long nipples.  The slender blonde noted Patsy's
shocked expression, but continued on.  She shifted her body
closer to the sexy brunette and scooted down the raft so
that she could reach the girl's legs and rear.  Christina
positioned herself so that she was lying on her side,
propped up by her arm.  The stiff nipples atop her small
tits were just inches away from Patsy's pale ass.  Christina
fumbled with the bottle cap.  She couldn't remember the last
time she had been so nervous.  The jittery blonde managed to
get the cap off and promptly spilled a small amount of oil
onto the raft as she tried to pour it into her hand.  The
whole time, the pool girl didn't make a sound, but Christina
sensed that the teenager was watching her every move.

Christina began by rubbing the oil on Patsy's legs.  She was
amazed at how incredibly soft and silky-smooth the girl's
skin was.  This sure beats touching a guy's rough, hairy
body, she thought.  She applied the thick liquid slowly,
wanting to savor every second.  The 30-year-old had never
touched another woman this way before, but the tingling in
her cunt impelled her to proceed.  She glanced down at her
own long nipples swaying sensually above the prone teenager,
and the sight made her even hotter.

The horny blonde finished with the girl's legs and moved up
to her rear end.  Christina silently complimented herself
for outfitting Patsy in the red thong.  She carefully
massaged a liberal amount of oil onto Patsy's pale, girlish
ass.  She subtly cupped each small cheek in turn and
squeezed ever so gently, not wanting to alarm the youngster.
Christina was in heaven.  She proceeded to slide her finger
up and down the entire length of the thong embedded in the
crack of Patsy's ass, pretending to apply suntan oil to the
tight crevice.  The teenager squirmed slightly, but showed
no signs of resistance.

So far so good, Christina thought to herself.  But the woman
wasn't quite finished.  She knew the next hurdle would be
her toughest yet.  She grabbed the knot at the bottom of
Patsy's T-shirt and tried to untie it.  Unfortunately, her
oil-slickened fingers prevented her from getting very far
before Patsy spoke up.  "Hey, what are you doing?!" the 18-
year-old said in an alarmed tone.  She raised up onto her
elbows and stared back at Christina.

The older woman was caught off guard.  "Uhhh . . . you don't
want ugly tan lines . . . do you?" she stammered.  "I was
just going to help you get that T-shirt off."  Christina's
brain searched frantically for a better response.  "I don't
want to be the only one with my top off," she said softly.
"Besides, no one can see you back here."  She wondered how
convincing she sounded.

"Well . . . I really shouldn't," responded the pool girl
coolly.  And, without saying another word she lowered
herself back down flat on the raft.

Christina was puzzled.  The teenager definitely hadn't
agreed to being stripped, but she hadn't exactly said no,
either.  The blonde felt her nerve returning and decided
there was one sure way to find out Patsy's true feelings.
She rubbed the oil from her hands onto the raft.  Then, she
resumed the task she had started a few seconds earlier.
This time, Christina's long fingers deftly untied the knot
in the T-shirt.  She focused on Patsy's reaction and was
pleased that the teenager offered no protest.  The woman
proceeded to slowly pull the bottom of the wet shirt up the
girl's back.  To Christina's delight, the youngster rose up
slightly from the raft, allowing the shirt to be removed
more easily.  When the T-shirt reached Patsy's large
breasts, Christina slid her hand underneath to the girl's
chest and peeled the shirt over the huge melons, grazing her
hand over the brunette's juicy nipples.  With a few more
quick tugs, the blonde pulled the shirt up and over Patsy's
head.  As if to add a punctuation mark to the event,
Christina balled up the wet shirt and heaved it triumphantly
onto the deck, far away from the pool's edge.  She won't be
needing that anytime soon, the 30-year-old thought.

Christina wasted no time pouring a generous amount of suntan
oil on Patsy's naked back.  The girl's skin was deeply-
tanned, except for the areas normally covered by the straps
of her bikini top.  Christina eagerly massaged the warm oil
into Patsy's smooth skin.  She started at the brunette's
shoulders and worked her way down, briefly brushing her
hands across the sides of the girl's juicy breasts.  When
the 30-year-old was finished, she surveyed the teenager's
taut, oil-covered body now covered only by the tiny red
thong.  Christina's pussy was absolutely smoldering, but she
maintained her self-control.  Not yet, she thought to
herself.  "There, you're all set," she said as she
reluctantly returned to her face-down position on the raft,
right next to Patsy.

"Thanks, Christina.  I feel so relaxed," the pool girl
responded.

The two sexy women lay silently, soaking up the rays.  Patsy
had her head turned away from Christina, but the older woman
faced the girl so she could steal glances at the foxy 18-
year-old.  The hot afternoon sun steadily baked both hard
bodies.  After about thirty minutes, the anxious blonde grew
tired of simply ogling the teenager's voluptuous body.  She
hungered for much, much more.

"Time to get wet," Christina announced as she sat up.
Without putting her top on, she slipped off the edge of the
raft and into the water.  She was grateful for the cool wave
of relief that enveloped her overheated body.

Patsy had turned her head to observe the lean blonde.  The
wide-eyed expression on her face indicated her surprise that
the older woman had chosen to swim topless.  Suddenly, Patsy
looked all around, seemingly confused.  "Christina, what did
you do with my T-shirt?" she asked incredulously.

Christina was surprised.  She thought for sure that the
youngster had seen her toss the shirt onto the deck.  The
quick-thinking blonde decided to play this to the hilt.
"You don't need a shirt.  Come on in the water the way you
are," she wheedled.  "It feels great!"  The 30-year-old
impressed herself with her sudden assertiveness.

"Christina!  I can't believe you!" the teenager gasped.
"I've never done that before!"

"Well then, how do you know you won't like it if you don't
give it a try?"  The blonde coaxed.  "It really does feel
incredible."

Again, Patsy looked around.  Christina wasn't sure if the
girl was still trying to locate the T-shirt or if she was
reaffirming that the pool area was indeed totally private.
Hesitantly, the brunette rose to her elbows and knees.
"Well . . ." she said quietly, "since no one can see us, I
guess I can try it . . . if you promise not to tell
anybody."  At that point, the horny blonde would have sold
her soul just to get a clear look at the girl's luscious
boobs.

"I absolutely, positively guarantee you I won't tell
anyone," Christina gushed.

With that assurance, the buxom 18-year-old sat up on her
knees.  Her large, firm breasts jutted out proudly, sparking
a fire in Christina's pussy.  To the blonde's chagrin, the
youngster quickly moved to the edge of the raft and slid off
the side into the cool water, once again concealing her ripe
body beneath the surface.  She gripped the side of the pool
and faced Christina, who was about ten feet away.  The older
woman looked on anxiously at the lovely teenager while
pondering her next move.

"Oooo . . . this feels funny. . . .  It's kinda nice
though," the pool girl said.

"See, I knew you'd like it," Christina replied.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with one of my customers,"
Patsy giggled nervously.  "So, do you skinny-dip back here
very often?" the 18-year-old asked curiously.

The boldness of the teenager's question surprised Christina.
"Oh, once in a while . . ." the older woman answered.  "I
love how natural it feels."  Then, she added, "But it's not
really skinny-dipping unless you're completely nude."
Instinctively, she then reached under the water and pulled
her thong down her long legs and completely off.  She lifted
the scant piece of fabric above the water so that Patsy
could see it, then tossed it onto the deck.  The 18-year-old
watched with a look of disbelief.  Christina knew there was
no turning back now.  "Why don't you take yours off too and
do some *real* skinny-dipping," she urged the youngster.

This time, to Christina's utter delight, Patsy did not
hesitate at all.  Instead, she silently hooked her thong
with her fingers and slid it down and off her smooth legs.
She paused for a moment before tossing the small suit onto
the raft.  "There . . ." the teenager announced, "naked as
the day I was born."  Then, an impish grin covered her face.
"I could lose my job for doing this, but it really does feel
good," she confessed.

Christina's heart pounded inside her chest.  She felt the
heat from her pussy spread to the rest of her body.
Finally, the moment of truth had arrived.

With both women submerged up to their necks in the deep
water, Christina slowly, deliberately inched her way along
the edge of the pool toward the naked teenager.  When she
was about five feet away from the girl, she spoke.  "You
know, Patsy, you are a very pretty young lady."  Her tone
was soothing, as if she were approaching a fawn.  "If you
don't have a boyfriend, what do you do for fun?"

"Oh, I just hang out with my girlfriends," Patsy answered
happily.  "Mostly we go to the mall and stuff like that.  We
always have a lot of fun together."  As the 18-year-old
talked, Christina moved closer still.  Now within arm's
length, the blonde spoke again.

"No, I mean what do you do for *real* fun?"  She reached up
and placed her hand gently on Patsy's cheek, brushing aside
a strand of the girl's wet hair.  "You know . . . sex."

The youngster swallowed hard.  "Uh . . . Christina,
what . . . are you talking about?" she said with a shaky
voice.

Christina began caressing the brunette's tanned face.  "I
mean, a beautiful girl like you must be getting laid by
*somebody*."  Before Patsy could respond, the blonde slid
her hand behind the youngster's head and pulled her closer.
The teenager stared back with wide eyes.  Summoning all the
courage she possessed, Christina then leaned forward,
pressed her stiff nipples into the girl's large breasts, and
kissed Patsy squarely on the lips.

To Christina's surprise, the 18-year-old didn't try to break
away.  Instead, she remained still, seemingly paralyzed with
fear.  After a few seconds, the older woman pulled back to
study Patsy's reaction.  The glassy-eyed teenager appeared
to be in a daze.  When she didn't move away, the lustful
blonde bent forward and kissed her again.  This time, the
30-year-old insinuated her tongue between the girl's parted
lips.  Christina kissed the girl heatedly, swirling her
tongue inside the youngster's mouth.  To Christina's sheer
delight, Patsy, almost imperceptibly at first, returned the
kiss.  The two women tentatively explored each other's
mouth.  After a few tantalizing seconds, the older woman
withdrew, encouraged by the girl's willingness.

Patsy was the first to speak.  "Christina . . ." she
whispered breathlessly, "I've never . . ." her voice trailed
off.

". . . made love to another woman?" Christina finished the
teenager's sentence.

The girl nodded, red-faced with embarrassment.

"Neither have I, honey.  Why don't we learn together,"
Christina said with a warm smile.

A broad grin spread across Patsy's cute face.  "I'd like
that," she said softly.  Then, she leaned forward and placed
a feathery kiss on Christina's lips.

The two women kissed passionately, their breasts pressed
tightly together and their tongues hungrily probing each
other's mouth.  Christina dropped her hand underwater and
cupped Patsy's slim bottom, pulling the girl's lower body
closer.  The blonde ground her naked pussy into the
teenager's slender thigh.  Patsy responded by fondling the
30-year-old's firm, round ass with her free hand.  After a
couple of minutes, Christina broke off the lustful embrace.
"Let's get on the raft so we'll have both hands free," she
suggested while trying to catch her breath.

"Good idea.  My arm's getting kind of tired," Patsy
concurred.  She gave the older woman a peck on the cheek.
"You're so pretty, Christina," the 18-year-old whispered.

"So are you, baby doll.  So are you," the blonde answered,
flattered by the compliment.

Christina retrieved the raft and swam it to the ladder.  She
held it steady to allow Patsy to board.  The blonde looked
on while the voluptuous teenager scaled the ladder.  For the
first time, Christina got to see the girl's nude body in its
entirety.  Patsy's breasts were large and firm, adorned with
silver-dollar-sized aureole.  Yes, 36Ds, Christina
concluded.  The youngster's sleek hips and legs showed not
the slightest hint of fat.  The dark-haired bush matted to
Patsy's mound was neatly-trimmed.  The milky-white color of
the 18-year-old's breasts and crotch -- evidence of the
conservatively-cut bikini that she usually wore -- provided
a striking contrast to the rest of her richly-tanned skin.
She's an absolute goddess, Christina thought to herself.

Patsy flopped down on the raft, and Christina quickly joined
her, not wanting to waste any time.  The two impassioned
women snuggled next to each other, their breasts mashed
together and legs entwined.  Christina began by lovingly
stroking Patsy's innocent-looking face.  She kissed the girl
gently on the mouth and quickly moved lower.  The 30-year-
old eagerly kissed and licked the youngster's neck and
cupped one large breast in her hand.  Meanwhile, Patsy urged
on Christina by caressing the blonde's shapely ass.

The older woman eased the 18-year-old onto her back and
ardently continued her tongue dance on the girl's smooth
skin.  She moved still lower on Patsy's body until she
reached the teenager's succulent breasts.  Christina paused
briefly to marvel at the twin globes.  In addition to their
ample size, they were perfectly shaped.  The blonde drooled
with pleasure as she began her feast.

The 30-year-old carefully positioned herself on top of the
girl so that one of her own small tits pressed into the
younger woman's wet bush.  She then lowered her probing
mouth to one large boob and sucked hungrily.  Christina
bathed the girl's entire aureole with saliva and twisted her
tongue all around the stiff tip.  Patsy emitted a low moan
from deep in her throat.  "Oh, yes," the brunette whispered
breathlessly.  Encouraged, the older woman licked and sucked
heartily for several minutes, kneading and fondling the
firm, juicy tit.  Finally, the blonde grabbed the puckered
nipple between her teeth, gently shook her head, and growled
playfully, eliciting a groan from the prostrate youngster.
Christina then performed the same ministrations on the
youngster's other breast, assaulting that swollen nipple
with equal fervor.

Reluctantly, Christina pulled away from the 18-year-old's
savory melons.  She gave them one last squeeze as she
dropped down to Patsy's belly button.  The blonde couldn't
resist plunging her tongue inside that tiny hole.  The
teenager raised her back to meet the woman's mouth, and as
she did, Christina could clearly see the girl's stomach
muscles through her thin layer of feminine padding.

With the blazing sun pounding down on her overheated body,
Christina's mouth continued its journey until she felt
Patsy's still-damp pubic hair brush against her lips.  Her
own pussy tingled with anticipation.  The blonde swirled her
tongue through the dark, curly hair above the teenager's
slit for a few seconds and then pulled back.

Never having seen another woman's sex up close, Christina's
curiosity got the best of her.  She gazed into Patsy's pink
hole, enthralled by the glorious sight.  The woman
tentatively pressed her index finger into the teenager's
open slit, and the youngster raised her hips to meet the
probing digit.  Christina slowly stroked the length of the
girl's hot, wet valley one time and withdrew her finger.
Patsy watched anxiously.  The 30-year-old took the entire
finger into her mouth.  It was her first ever taste of pussy
juice.  She found the musky flavor of Patsy's feminine
juices combined with the taste of suntan oil to be
remarkably intoxicating.  Christina was hooked.

The woman looked down at the staring teenager and whispered
only a single word, "Delicious," and lowered her face to the
girl's love box.

The 30-year-old started by delicately running her tongue
over Patsy's swollen labia, prompting a slight gasp from the
girl.  The youngster's pubes tickled Christina's nose.  The
18-year-old bent her legs and raised her hips, trying to
provide easy access for Christina's hungry mouth.  The
blonde pressed her mouth to the top of Patsy's slit and
alternately licked and kissed her way down the entire length
of the teenager's pussy lips, stopping short of her puckered
asshole.

Satisfied that Patsy was now fully primed, Christina plunged
her tongue deep into the center of the teenager's hot, wet
cunt.  "Ooohhh!  Eat me!" the 18-year-old squealed.  The
youngster's lewd plea shocked Christina, but it was
certainly music to her ears.  The blonde enthusiastically
devoured Patsy's smoldering pussy.  She worked her tongue
all around the inside of the slick, pink valley, lapping
hungrily at the thick juices.  Patsy's clitoris peeked out
from under its hood, and Christina flicked her tongue over
it, sparking more groans of delight from the hot brunette.

With her mouth and chin covered by Patsy's copious
secretions, Christina diligently continued her cunnilingus.
A part of her revolted at the fact that she was eating
another woman's pussy, but the tight heat in her own cunt
spurred her on.  The 30-year-old savored the taste of the
girl's tangy juices.  After a couple of minutes of the
blonde's oral assault, Patsy was reduced to weak moans and
incoherent babbling.  Christina sucked Patsy's pussy with a
gusto brought on by months of sexless loneliness.

Patsy's hips bucked and her muscles tensed.  Christina
recognized the unmistakable signs of the girl's impending
orgasm.  Anxious to bring the teenager to a glorious climax,
the blonde pressed her finger to the girl's erect clit and
began massaging it vigorously while continuing to lick the
youngster's steaming pussy.  Then, Christina cupped her
mouth to Patsy's dripping cunt and sucked with all the
strength she could muster.  Her timing was perfect.

"Ahhhhh!" the 18-year-old moaned.  "I'm commmming!"  Her
hips thrashed wildly.  Christina struggled to keep her
suctioning mouth glued to Patsy's spasming cunt and was
rewarded with a fresh flow of the girl's nectar.  The older
woman continued licking and sucking until the teenager's
orgasm subsided, slurping in as much of the youngster's cum
as she could.  After several seconds, Christina reluctantly
withdrew her aching tongue and watched a stream of Patsy's
juices trail down past her asshole.  The brunette smiled
weakly at Christina, totally drained.

As Patsy's labored breathing gradually returned to normal,
Christina tenderly caressed the 18-year-old's breasts and
stomach.  The two lovers lay silently side by side, not
wanting to spoil the magical moment with words.  Each woman
basked in the afterglow of her first lesbian experience.

Finally, after several minutes, Patsy broke the silence.
"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," she said softly.
"I never dreamed that being with another woman could be so
much fun."  Then, she leaned over to Christina and whispered
coyly, "Can I do you now?"

Christina couldn't answer fast enough.  "Oh yes!" she
blurted.

Patsy wasted no time.  The youngster cuddled up to
Christina, pressing her massive breasts into the older
woman's smaller chest.  The teenager gently ran her fingers
through Christina's blonde hair and stroked the 30-year-
old's tanned face.  Patsy lightly, almost shyly, grazed her
lips over Christina's waiting mouth.

The 18-year-old pulled away and swung her leg over so that
she was straddling the older woman's hips.  Christina could
feel the brunette's pubic hair brush against her own crotch.
Lying on her back, Christina's small breasts were pressed
flat to her chest, which made her 3/4-inch nipples appear
even longer than they actually were.  Looking into
Christina's beautiful blue eyes, Patsy lowered her large,
down-hanging tits to the blonde's slender body.  She then
slowly, seductively dragged her firm mounds over the 30-
year-old's breasts and stomach.  Christina was absolutely
wild with lust.

After a few seconds, Patsy slid lower and positioned herself
inside Christina's spread legs.  The teenager's large melons
burrowed deliciously into Christina's damp crotch.  Patsy
dropped her mouth to the older woman's tits.  The youngster
licked and kissed Christina's flat chest, but avoided the
30-year-old's throbbing nipples.  Before long, the blonde's
pale tits glistened with the girl's saliva.  Patsy then
moved down and began tonguing Christina's taut stomach.  No,
the woman thought, you forgot my nipples!  The 18-year-old
daintily licked the older woman's belly button.  Christina
writhed with both pleasure and agony.  Her aching nipples
demanded attention.

The teenager halted her brief foray to the older woman's
abdomen.  Then, as if reading Christina's mind, she moved
her face back up to the woman's chest.  Patsy looked
Christina in the eye and smiled.  A comforting warmth
enveloped the 30-year-old's body.  She knows what I need,
Christina thought.

Patsy took one stiff-tipped nipple into her mouth and began
sucking heartily.  In response, Christina raised her chest
to the youngster.  The girl gripped the long nubbin tightly
between her lips and pulled it obscenely away from the older
woman's small tit.  "Yesss!" Christina hissed with delight.
The teenager attacked the hard spire voraciously, sending
electric tingles throughout the entire aureole.  Engulfed by
sexual passion, Christina fought back her urge to cry out.
She grabbed a handful of the brunette's thick hair and
buried her face in it to muffle her moans.

For the next few minutes, Patsy proceeded to lick, suck, and
bite both of Christina's aching nipples.  The girl worked
the 3/4-inch-long nubs with a talent that belied her
inexperience.  The teenager's suckling was the best feeling
Christina had enjoyed in months.  The 30-year-old's entire
body was on fire.

Finally, Patsy pulled away from the older woman's breasts.
The youngster's hazel eyes were glassy and her face was
covered with perspiration.  Saliva trailed down her chin.
Christina reluctantly let go of the girl's hair, anxiously
awaiting the teenager's next move.  She didn't have to wait
long.

Patsy swiftly moved lower, her face directly above
Christina's love nest.  The 18-year-old paused for a brief
instant before pressing one finger into the older woman's
pussy.  Christina grunted with pleasure from the exploratory
touch.  The blonde lifted her knees to her chest, offering
her charms totally to the younger woman.  Patsy seized the
opportunity.  Christina immediately felt another finger
enter her hole.  Then, a third.

With surprising skill, the teenager massaged the 30-year-
old's inflamed slit.  Every nerve ending in Christina's
pussy tingled.  The blonde rocked her upturned hips, trying
desperately to hump Patsy's entire hand.  The fast-learning
youngster shoved deeper into Christina's tight cunt.
Patsy's fingers found the older woman's clitoris and she
pressed the magic button firmly.  That was enough to send
Christina over the edge.

"Ooohhh!" Christina moaned.  "I . . . 'm . . .
gonna . . . !"  Her words were abruptly interrupted by the
intense orgasm that overpowered her.  Waves of sexual
pleasure rippled through Christina's body.  The blonde
wailed uncontrollably.  Her eyesight was completely gone --
temporarily disabled by the sensory overload sweeping
through her.  Only in the far recesses of Christina's brain
did she detect Patsy's fingers leaving her pulsating pussy.
The woman's upraised legs dropped to the raft, her strength
gone.  The 30-year-old closed her eyes and delighted in her
first ever orgasm induced by another woman.

Before Christina's wits had returned completely, she felt
something wet against her ultra-sensitive pussy lips.  She
opened her eyes and looked down to see Patsy's face nestled
between her legs.  The teenager's tongue was buried in the
30-year-old's cunt!  Ohmygawd, Christina thought, I'm not
sure I can take this.

Patsy eagerly lapped away at Christina's juices, sending the
older woman into another sexual frenzy.  "Eat my fucking
cunt!" the lust-filled blonde howled.  Christina surprised
herself with her vulgar language, but she was long past
caring now.  All that mattered was her next orgasm.

Christina reveled under Patsy's oral ministrations.  What
the 18-year-old lacked in experience, she certainly made up
for with youthful exuberance.  The teenager's tongue felt
like a miniature cock inside Christina, exploring every
sensitive nook and cranny.  This girl is so fucking good!
the 30-year-old thought.  Never had Christina's pussy been
stimulated so thoroughly.

Diligently, Patsy ate Christina's cunt.  The older woman
raised her hips from the raft, desperately trying to fuck
the teenager's cute face.  As Patsy continued her relentless
assault, Christina sped toward her second orgasm.  Finally,
the girl's inexperienced tongue found the 30-year-old's
clit, sending powerful shockwaves throughout the blonde's
sweat-covered body.

"Uhhh!  Aaahhh!" Christina gasped as her climax consumed
her.  She wrapped her strong legs around Patsy's neck and
clamped her spasming pussy onto the teenager's tongue.
Christina's head thrashed madly about on the raft.  Her
entire body was numb with ecstasy from her second earth-
shaking come of the day.

Shortly, Patsy extricated herself from Christina's body and
collapsed on the raft, her face covered with the blonde's
pussy juice.  Christina could do nothing more than lay
quietly, allowing her orgasm to wane.  The 30-year-old took
the opportunity to reflect on her current situation -- nude,
on a raft in her swimming pool, next to a naked teenage
girl, recovering from the two most powerful orgasms of her
life.  Some vacation, Christina grinned to herself.

Soon, Christina had regained enough strength to sit up.  She
looked at Patsy, who was lying face-down just inches away
with her huge tits mashed to the raft.  The older woman
admired the 18-year-old's slender, glistening body.
Christina fixed her gaze on the teenager's small bottom,
amazed that it could belong to someone with such enormous
breasts.  Then, an idea surged into Christina's overworked
brain.  She leaned to Patsy, placed a light kiss on her
neck, and whispered in the girl's ear, "I owe you one."

The brunette stirred slightly, but before she could say
anything, Christina began kissing her smooth, sweat-
slickened back.  The blonde lovingly caressed and kissed
Patsy's backside, moving lower on the girl's hot body.
Christina's pussy began to heat up again.

When the 30-year-old reached Patsy's rear end, she crawled
behind the youngster and moved up between her legs.
Christina hungrily kissed and rubbed the teenager's slender
ass cheeks.  The lust-filled blonde relished the taste of
the 18-year-old's sweaty, oil-covered skin.

After a couple of minutes, fueled by a rising sense of
courage and adventure, Christina pulled Patsy's tight cheeks
apart.  The youngster groaned and twitched slightly.  The
older woman was intrigued by the sight of the girl's small,
puckered asshole.  Never in her life had Christina viewed
anyone's most private area so closely.  The blonde
experimentally pressed one finger to the teenager's
sphincter.  Patsy opened her legs further, as if to extend
an invitation to her new lover.  Emboldened, Christina stuck
her fingertip into the 18-year-old's tight butthole.  Patsy
gasped and jerked away reflexively, freeing herself from the
probing digit.

Unsure what to do next, Christina paused for a moment.  She
stared down at the prone brunette, her eyes fixed to the
girl's puckered button.  Thinking quickly, the blonde
reached for the bottle of suntan oil lying on the raft.  She
opened it and poured a generous amount of the oil directly
onto Patsy's butt crack.  Then, Christina pried Patsy's
cheeks apart, exposing the teenager's rosebud.  The woman
then collected a coating of the thick liquid on her finger
and pushed it into the youngster's butthole, up to the first
joint.  Patsy flinched, but this time she did not pull away.

Christina slowly inserted more of her finger into Patsy's
rectum.  The incredible tightness and heat of the girl's
nether region surprised the 30-year-old.  The blonde
carefully wiggled her finger still deeper into the
teenager's butt.  Christina felt a trickle of her own pussy
juice trail down her leg.  Patsy's breath quickened and her
hips began to rotate slightly.  "Ahhh!  Do me harder!" the
innocent-looking 18-year-old commanded.  Spurred on by
Patsy's wanton plea, Christina plunged her finger in all the
way.  "Ughhh," the youngster gasped, "Oh yeah!"

The older woman carefully worked her finger in and out of
Patsy's constricted hole, bringing the girl ever nearer to
the brink of ecstasy.  Christina knew the teenager was close
to coming and wanted to prolong the moment as long as she
could.  Somewhat reluctantly, the blonde removed her finger
from the girl's bottom.  "No," Patsy protested.  Christina
sat and gazed at the youngster's cute asshole.

Then, almost subconsciously, Christina lowered her face to
Patsy's rear end.  As if guided by some unknown force, the
30-year-old pulled the teenager's cheeks apart and extended
her tongue to the girl's rosebud.  Patsy let out a low moan.
The blonde gently licked all around the tiny hole.  Patsy
squirmed a little, but she was clearly enjoying the
treatment.  Growing bolder, Christina pried the youngster's
asshole open further with her fingers and drove her tongue
in.  "EEEEYYYYAAAA!!!" Patsy screamed like a banshee.

Horrified, Christina quickly slid up and cupped her hand
over Patsy's mouth.  The last thing the 30-year-old wanted
now was to have one of her neighbors come over and see her
with her tongue buried in the asshole of a teenage girl.
"Ssssshhhhh," she whispered into the youngster's ear.  Patsy
nodded her acknowledgement.

Christina swiftly returned to her unfinished task.  She
immediately buried her face between Patsy's crack and began
lapping away at the fluids covering the girl's private
crevice.  Just as before, the blonde worked her tongue into
the teenager's inviting hole.  This time, Patsy whimpered
softly but refrained from crying out.

Once beyond the tight rim, Christina drove deeper into
Patsy's ass.  The 30-year-old was drunk with sexual
pleasure.  She proceeded to lick the younger woman's rectum
until her tongue was sore.  Christina noticed the telltale
grinding of Patsy's hips, signalling the girl's approaching
orgasm.  The blonde slid her hand under the youngster and
began stroking her fur-covered pussy.  "Mmmm . . ." Patsy
sighed.  It took all of Christina's skill to manipulate both
the girl's asshole and cunt at the same time, but she soon
developed a rhythm.  Meanwhile, Patsy's humping became more
pronounced.  She's almost there, Christina calculated.  With
that, the older woman plunged her bruised tongue its full
length into the girl's butt and pressed the teenager's clit
with her finger.

"Oh . . . it feels . . . soooo . . . good!" Patsy managed to
exclaim before her orgasm overwhelmed her.  Lost in the
throes of a powerful climax, the teenager's ass rocked up
and down vigorously, forcing Christina to pull away.  The
30-year-old pinched her own long nipples as she watched the
girl come.  The blonde smiled at the sight, thrilled that
she had induced such a spectacular orgasm in another woman.

For the next few minutes, Christina delicately caressed
Patsy's sweat-soaked skin, helping ease the teenager down
from her sexual crescendo.  After Patsy's breathing returned
to normal, Christina said to her, "Let's cool off in the
water.  You look like you're burning up."

Burning up indeed.  It was the start of a blazing hot summer
for both women. . . .