From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Pool Party (FM)[1/2]
Date: Jan 1996 21:18:45 GMT

			   The Pool Party
			       Part One

	"No, Cindy isn't here now, but she said she would back after
she ate dinner."

	"Great," Mike said, relieved that he didn't have to perform a
systematic search for his sister, "I guess I don't have to go home
now."

	Linda's eyes glowed, and she coyly asked him, in a whispery
tone, "Could you help me fill my pool? My parents went shopping, and
both my brothers left with their friends, so I don't have anyone to
help me."

	It was hot enough to melt wood and Mike couldn't think of a
reason not to. A nice cool swim sounded like a great idea, so he
agreed to help. Linda invited him inside and quickly led him to the
back yard.

	The swimming pool was one of those faded, twelve-foot diameter
Doughboy types with a wire-mesh support fence. The fence needed to be
fastened before the pool could be filled, so while she held one end,
Mike walked the other end towards her, but couldn't quite get both
ends to meet.

	Suddenly, she reached out with her left arm, wrapping it
around his waist and pulled him in close. He was able to hook the ends
together, but could feel a warm, tingling throughout his body,
starting at her firm fingertips. As he connected the remaining hooks,
she continued her hug, smiling as if expecting him to say or do
something about it.

	"There!" Mike gasped, "It's together. Where's the hose?"

	"Aren't you going to pull the sides up first!" she asked, her
grip on his waist was released, and she swayed her hips, an inviting
smile graced her full, plush lips.

	"Yeah, sure," said Mike, half-stammering. They walked around
the pool to the step ladder, and climbed in. He worked deliberately,
and a bit cautiously, moving clockwise around the pool. She moved much
faster in the other direction, and met him before he could get a
quarter of the way around.

	As they met, she turned to him, throwing her arms around his
neck, and falling forward, knocked him flat on his back. She moved her
head to the side as they fell, which kept him from incurring a double
concussion as his head hit the ground.

	"Ooooooh, I'm so tired," she sighed. Then, in almost the same
breath beamed out, "Do ya wanna go for a swim?"

	"I don't think I can stay until the pool is filled." For some
unknown reason Mike felt filled with an urgency to get home.

	Her eyes dropped, and the smile which was previously ingrained
on her face disappeared into a slight frown. Then her eyes popped up,
and the smile returned. "We could swim while the pool is filling up!"
Her tone was bubbly, and somehow seemed too cheerful to shun.

	"Okay," he replied, "but I'll have to go get my swimming
trunks."

	"I've got some here," she said, as she led him up the step
ladder, "Let's get the hoses, and then I'll get you something from one
of my brothers' rooms."

	One hose was already connected at the patio faucet, so they
turned that one on, tossed the end of the hose into the pool, and then
went into the garage for the other.

	It was coiled and hanging from the ceiling, almost eight feet
from the floor. Linda dragged a small wooden stepladder over and
started to climb up.

	"Hold onto me," she said, as her hips passed his eyes.

	Mike reached around her knees, while she stretched to remove
the hose from the ceiling hook. As she struggled, her thighs would rub
back and forth across his face. It was at this time, that Mike became
aware of a mild erection which was totally disassociated with the
urinary function.

	Linda was more than aware of her effect on Mike's groin area.
While she feigned attempts to release the hose, her eyes would stray
to catch a glimpse of the outline of another shorter, but much more
stimulating hose.

	Meanwhile, she deliberately twisted and swayed in order to
keep her now dripping love muffin pressing and rubbing against any
protuberance that offered itself.

	Finally, and unexpectedly, the hose came free from the hook.
Losing support from above, Linda lost her balance, and twisting
sharply, fell over on him. Mike quickly braced himself, and just
barely kept them from falling over.

	They were precariously stable, but Mike couldn't tell how long
he could hold her up. A wave of fear was working its way through his
spine as he pictured himself toppling over backwards, dropping her
head first onto the concrete floor.

	She was doubled over his head, with her crotch planted firmly
in his face. They were about three feet from the ladder, and Linda was
trying desperately to grab hold of it. Each time she would reach for
it, Mike would jerk forwards to avoid falling back. Out of the corner
of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the garden hose,... still in her
left hand.

	Mike cried out, "LET GO OF THE HOSE!"

	With her plump, warm muff firmly over his mouth, it came out
as a garbled, "LLF OO V TA OOZ!"

	Mike felt her body relax, and could hear the hose fall to the
floor.

	"What did you say!" she asked, still leaning her warm crotch
in his face. Somehow, Mike didn't feel the need to respond.

	With his balance regained, He stepped backwards towards the
ladder. Linda grabbed a rung, and pulled her legs in, dragging him
along. Mike moved her legs around, so she could step onto the ladder.
With a quick hop, she was on the floor, grabbing the hose, leading him
out.

	"Let's go!" she giggled, and they were racing out the door.

	She stopped at the faucet on the side of the house and
connected the hose. As she turned on the water, a slightly evil
glimmer came over her face. "You better run" she said, with a little
smirk, and then pointed the business end of the hose in his direction.

	Mike jumped back, just dodging the first gush, and ran across
the yard with Linda in pursuit. He felt a splash hit his back just as
he was diving behind the pool.

	Fortunately, Linda had run out of hose, so she tossed the end
over the side. Mike got up and looked into the pool. There was barely
two inches of water in the bottom. He could see that this was going to
be a long wait.

	Linda ran around and threw her arms around his waist. "Let's
get in!" Her excitement was contagious and Mike felt an anxiety rush
playing in his stomach.

	"Aren't we going to change!" was his naive question.

	"Why!" she asked, as she pulled his shirt over his head.

	"I don't know," Mike replied, carefully unbuttoning her
flowered blouse.

	As Mike undid the last button, she pulled the blouse back, and
slid it off her arms, tossing it on the lawn. She drew in a deep
breath, which made her round, white breasts lift ever so slightly. Her
smile grew as she pushed him back, and began working on his shoelaces.

	"What kind of a knot is this!" she asked in a frustrated tone.

	"It's a double knot," Mike said, pulling it loose in a couple
of moves.

	She stood up and kicked off her shoes. Then, with a most
unreserved air, unsnapped her shorts, and slowly pulled them down her
firm, tanned legs. As she did so, her panties followed them for about
six inches, revealing a cute pair of blushed, rounded lips. Mike's
eyes could hardly move from them, and he felt a tingle rush through
his throbbing wad, as a it oozed out a few moist drops into his BVDs.

	Linda was enjoying the attention that her moist mound was
receiving, and took her time sliding the shorts down, making sure to
give Mike the best possible view of her puffing clit. Casually tossing
her shorts to the ground, with eyes fixed to his, she reached down and
slowly pulled her yellow-striped panties up halfway, just covering the
top of her crack.

	Her eyes moved down to his pants, and feeling relaxed in all
but one area, he unzipped, and pulled off his jeans, stepping out of
them as he stood up. Linda smiled and briefly glanced up at his eyes,
before returning her gazed to the swollen front of his tight
underwear. A wet patch of semen graced the end of his penis, making
it appear somewhat visible.

	"Let's get wet," she cooed, as she moved up against him,
making full chest contact. Her breasts were small, but fleshy, and her
nipples pressed into him, causing yet another anxiety rush through his
body.

	They moved slowly towards the ladder. She stepped up first,
pulling him towards her. Just as Mike was about to step on, she leaned
forward, once again pressing her mound into his face.

	"Ooops!" she giggled, "I slipped!"

	She pulled herself back, and climbed inside. Mike followed,
and as he stepping into the pool, she began laughing, and reached
straight out, grabbing hold of his very firm, throbbing member.

	"Look! A handle!" she laughed, "And it's dripping!" She
squeezed the end, causing another genital quiver, and another rush of
semen to gently flow through it.

	Mike pushed her back into the ever-growing puddle, which was
now barely above ankle-level. Linda moved towards one of the hoses,
and Mike responded in kind. They both grabbed one and began spraying
each other with a very cold, but welcome shower. As they fired back
and forth, Mike was becoming more accustomed to the chilly
temperature, and was winning the spray war. Mike also noticed that his
pecker had dropped from attention, but he could still feel a slight,
steady, and highly pleasing ejaculation.

	Suddenly Linda's body straightened out, her hose arching a
spray that landed at his side. Mike moved his hose so that she was out
of its aim. She opened her eyes, smiled and said, "Hold still, I want
to try something."

	She moved her hose slightly to one side, causing the stream to
land in the middle of his lap.

	"You try," she said, and leaned back against the side of the
pool.

	Mike moved his hose down, and guided the stream slowly over
her thigh, and into the V of her crotch. Her hips lifted slightly, and
she dropped her hose into the water.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Pool Party (FM)[2/2]
Date: 11 Jan 1996 21:19:45 GMT

			   The Pool Party
			      Part Two

	As Mike moved the stream to the side, her eyes popped open.

	"Put that back!" she snapped, and then with a grin she
whispered, "I'm not done yet."

	Mike guided the stream back into position, and began following
the motion of her firm, quivering hips with the end of the hose.

	Her legs began to part slowly, but steadily until they could
spread no further. Her eyes closed, and her smile grew to a near grin.
She began moving her hands along the outside of her thighs. Her hips
were moving upwards, forwards, and from side to side. A soft moan
could be heard over the splashing of water, and Mike could perfectly
make out the shape of her full pussy through the wet cotton panties.
Linda was feeling every inch of her insides tingling, as wave after
wave of cream worked its way out of her vibrating tunnel of ecstasy.

	Slowly, her eyes opened, her smile shrinking, but not leaving.
She focused on Mike's bulging pecker. It had grown beyond the limits
of his underwear, and was just peeking over the top of the elastic.
Linda laughed to herself, thinking of how much it looked like a cute
little animal.

	"Okay, you can stop now," she sighed, "Come here, the water's
warmer."

	Mike was filled with a need to hold her,... to hold her very
close, and very, very tight. He slid across the pool, send a small
wave of water crashing and flowing over her panties.

	Linda reached out to him as he approached. Her hands slid
under his shoulders. She pulled him in, guiding his face between her
pale, fleshy breasts. He instinctively began kissing them, moving his
mouth around every square inch of their surface. Linda positioned her
vagina against Mike's hip, working it slowly around the top of his
pelvic bone, and sliding her thigh back and forth across his
pulsating, dripping cock.

	Mike was losing himself in the soft beauty of Linda's tiny
round tits. He moved his hands around her waist, feeling the motion
of her body while she writhed against him. His pecker was transforming
into a faucet of come, as the softness of her upper leg massaged its
length.

	The water level was rising above their laps and splashing with
each of Linda's gentle pelvic lunges. Her waist was tingling with
Mike's touch, but she wanted much more. She gently took his left hand,
and slowly guided it across her smooth, flat stomach, down into the
warm juicy cleft of her soggy pussy lips. She moved his hand around
the front, showing him where his touch could drive her to a frenzy.

	He responded cautiously, somewhat atune to the frailty of the
moist treasure he held at his fingertips. He moved them around,
manipulating her clit in small, pleasurable circles. Her mouth moved
up his arm, her tongue dragging, while her chest pulsed with each
breath. She settled her mouth against his neck, licking and kissing as
she ground her dripping love chasm into Mike's moving fingers.

	Her hand slid downward, finding its way onto the top of Mike's
cock. She enveloped it in her fingers, squeezing and sliding,
exploring the slippery, semen-coated tip. His hips moved in tune with
hers now, as she gripped his shaft, drawing more cum from its bulging,
reddened head.

	Mike could feel an enormous well of sperm filling the length
of his swollen prick. Linda could sense his excitement, and stroked
him faster, watching as squirts of love juice ejected themselves out
of his cock, and onto her stomach. Mike's hands stopped suddenly, as
his back involuntarily arched. He moaned loudly, as Linda jerked a
long ejaculation of silvery sperm that landed in a rainbow arc onto
her breast. His hand fell from her panties as She pumped him faster.
Gobs and gobs of love goo oozed in a seemingly unending stream over
the back of her hand, dripping onto her stomach, and draining into the
swirling waters of their love-pool.

	He leaned back, as a wave of fatigue gripped his entire body.
He gazed into her golden-brown eyes, the only sound from him, a
labored, but soft breathing. Her hand slid upwards with a final
stroke, as she let his waning erection fall into his lap. She moved
her fingers to her lips, meeting the tip of her forefinger with her
tongue. His eyes grew as he watched her slowly lick the juices of his
orgasm from each finger.

	She reached to his hand, guiding it back into her honeypot.
Pushing it down, she probed her tingling hole with his finger. With
his hand in place, she stood up, causing the front of her panties to
droop below her now reddened lips. She removed his hand, and with a
devilish grin requested, "Taste me." As Mike moved his cum-wrinkled
finger towards his mouth, Linda slid one of her own fingers into her
warm, oozing snatch. Mike froze for a moment as he watched her suck
the juice from the end. He slid his finger into his mouth, sucking the
slippery film, as she moved towards him.

	"Sweet, isn't it," she smirked. "Want some more?"

	"Sure. How much do you have?"

	"A whole pussy full!" she glowed, "Sit up," she cooed.

	Mike raised himself up, as Linda slid the soaking panties down
the length of her legs. Tossing them into the water, she straddled his
body, bringing her rounded muff right up against his mouth. "Lick it
near the top," she requested. Mike complied with the willingness of a
puppy. Her hands reached over the edge of the pool, and she began
grinding her pussy into his mouth.

	Instantly, she felt the rush of a tingly mini-gasm, as his
tongue lapped over her clit. She arched forward, inviting his tongue
into the warmth of her sex hole. He probed as far as his tongue would
stretch, the juice running into his mouth. She was breathing loudly,
and in short bursts. Her body would drop slightly, and then raise up
to meet his constantly moving tongue. She pushed her clit forward, and
into his mouth.

	"Suck it. Suck it!" she pleaded. Mike drew her fleshy little
flower inward, feeling it stretch like a miniature penis. Linda
squealed, and a flow of love juice dripped over Mike's chin. He slid
his mouth down, working his tongue into her undulating birth canal.
Her pelvis arched forward, giving him full access to the fluids of her
excitement. His tongue probed the cum-soaked lining of her pink
portal, guiding the sweetness of her climaxes into his mouth.

	Linda was feeling herself slipping into a passionate desire
she would not have believed possible. Mike's mouth was taking on a
mind of its own, as it responded to the gyrating motion of her firm
and flexible hips. As she rotated away, it would take in the fullness
of her mound, licking and sucking her clitoris, bringing on a wave of
love juice. Her pussy would react with a passionate kiss, climbing up
to meet his mouth, spreading open, eagerly swallowing his tongue.

	She was tiring, but could not bring herself to break off the
exquisite pleasure that Mike was so expertly bringing to her young and
tender body. Linda pulled back slightly, gazing into his eyes with an
almost drunken smile. "I can't stand up anymore, Mike," said the naked
young woman. "Let me turn around," she softly spoke, "You're
beautiful, Mike. I want more. You make me tingly all over." She bent
over, drawing his face upward. Their mouths met, tangling their lips
together, and then their tongues.

	She slowly pulled away, turning to face his feet, her eyes
closing with a mild and pleasant fatigue. Linda's tight round cheeks
greeted Mike as she turned. He slid forward to meet them, embraced her
willowy thighs, and began kissing them, while sliding a finger into
her dripping snatch. Linda let out a cooing sigh and gently dropped to
her knees. Her pussy backed slowly towards his face. The sunlight
caught the surface of her vagina, reflecting brightly off the moist,
pink tissue. Mike gazed into its beauty, as the motion of her hips
caused her vagina to open and close like the mouth of a small animal.

	She felt her hole meet Mike's mouth, his tongue sliding around
the surface of her warm lips. She took in a deep breath, and leaned
forward. As her face broke the surface of the water, a fleshy
projection probed the side of her cheek. She lifted her head out of
the water, her eyes opening suddenly. As the water cleared from her
eyes, she was amazed to see that the object was Mike's rock-hard cock,
once again peering over the top of his underwear.

	Reaching down, she took the elastic in her hands, pulling them
towards his ankles. As she slid forward, Mike followed her pussy,
lapping away at the stream of juice which coated the fluffy surface of
her fleshy pink butterfly. An orgasm filled her, as his tongue grazed
the front of her vaginal wall. She took another deep breath, and
plunged her face below the water line, taking the end of Mike's pecker
into her mouth. The taste of his cream added to the pleasure of his
tongue. She gently gripped his shaft, rolled her mouth around the tip,
sucking in the watery mixture.

	She lifted her head for a quick, full breath, and proceeded
back for yet another taste of his oozing love muscle. She slid her
fingers down to feel his tightened balls. A spurt of semen graced her
tongue, flowing upward into her throat as she gently suckled him. She
moved her hand up around the base of his shaft. With a gentle squeeze,
she released still more of his salty, sweet love juice. The rush of
his shaft produced an orgasmic response from her pussy, which was
unconsciously, and quite uncontrollably grinding itself into Mike's
active mouth.

	The water had risen up to Linda's clit, cooling it, but not
stopping the burning desire for lustful excitement. She came in a
forceful wave of pleasure that caused Mike to slide forward slightly.
She drew herself up, and as Mike pulled himself up, turned to face
him. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, like a muscular
set of arms. His solid and throbbing cock was met by her soft, open
pussy. She pulled forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. A
passionate kiss was exchanged as her flowery pussy lips worked their
way across the length of his erection.

	The were embraced in a dance of pleasure. Their sex organs
flowing in an unending stream of passion. the desire for fulfillment
overwhelmed her as she slid her pelvis forward, and in a single
motion, lunged ever so slightly backwards, taking Mike's pulsing shaft
into her well-moistened and convulsing vagina. A sharp twinge of pain
gripped her crotch, but it quickly subsided into a wave of enveloping
pleasure.

	Their kiss was broken, as they pulled back, gazing deeply into
each others' eyes. Their hips were moving slowly, but deliberately,
causing the cool water to alternate splash the sides of the pool. As
Linda leaned back, she could feel a strong pleasurable sensation
growing within her womb. Her hand reached for Mike's, slowly guiding
it to her cool, firm clit. He began rotating it, and teasing it, as he
watched Linda's active pussy climb and slide along the length of his
throbbing cock. From the surface of the water, her lips looked large
as they opened and closed to the rhythm of his fingers and the pumping
of his prick.

	Linda leaned forward, pressing her mouth against the side of
his neck. Her eyes closed tightly, as her fingers squeezed into his
ribs. Her hips began thrusting in short, sharp lunges. A muffled
squeal vibrated against his neck as she pushed herself down the entire
length of his pulsing, solid cock. Mike could feel the muscles of her
vagina squeezing it as she heaved.

	Her hips slowed, and she rolled off of him, floating back in
the cold water of their newfound love. He reached out and gently
rubbed her pussy as she floated. Her head turned towards him, a
glowing smile filled her face. He pulled her in, kissing her sweetly,
giving her breasts a gentle fondling.

	She reached down to feel the tool that had given her more
pleasure than any experience she could begin to remember. It was still
hard and oozing with the slime of his juices. Exhausted with pleasure,
she felt the most uncontrollable desire to feel him in her mouth once
more.

	Staring at his creaming wad while she pumped its length, she
softly requested him to move to the step ladder. They swam through the
shallow water, across the pool to the ladder. When they reached the
ladder, Mike turned and while facing her, ascended the steps. Linda
slid her hands up and down Mike's hips as he ascended the steps.

	He sat himself halfway up, exposing his pecker in the setting
sunlight. Linda's tongue slowly crawled around the inside of her
lips. Her hands gently fondling him, while she watched the clear juice
welling at the top of his solid, bulging member. Her mouth moved
slowly towards the prize, stopping close enough for him to feel her
warm breath against the head. His eyes closed, and in an ecstatic
rush, his cock oozed a flow of clear cream that seemed to crawl over
the side of her thumb.

	Her mouth opened slightly, as he felt himself being swallowed
slowly. She circled the end of his cock with her tongue, taking in
his sweet, honey-like nectar. Her hand worked its way down to the base
of his shaft. She pulled it up, drawing another stream of semen as she
moved.

	Her eyes looked up at his. She slowly opened her mouth, and
lifted her head up, gazing at his eyes as they opened. She drew
herself up slightly and gently pressed his throbbing wad against her
chest. She smiled at him, as she worked the end across one breast,
twisting slightly to stroke it with her nipple. Her hand pumped still
more juice from his pecker, as she painted an imaginary picture over
both of her firm, dome-shaped tits.

	Her eyes dropped back down to the sight of his darkened love
pump. The end was coated in a more silvery-colored cream. She felt an
empathic rush of juice flowing through her vagina. Her head lowered
once again, mouth opened, tongue extending to meet his gyrating shaft.
She slid her other hand into her tingling crotch. A finger climbed
upwards, and inside.

	The only thought in Linda's mind was pleasure. She was feeling
it inside her mouth and snatch. Both of their sensual juices were
coating her fingertips. She began sucking him loudly, pumping his cock
faster, until she was almost pounding herself in the face. Her hips
were pumping against the motion of her fingers. She pulled one out of
her pussy, only to slide two back in. Mike could hear the muffled
moans of her climaxes, as she sucked his cock like a candy cane.

	She was slurping now, as his cock was a steady flow of spermy
semen. Her body tensed and relaxed in a wave of pure pleasure. She
felt his pecker pulse and as she relaxed her grip slightly, released a
gush of sperm into her mouth. Her eyes opened widely in response to
the drastic change in taste. As she pulled back slightly, in order to
swallow, his cock burst with an orgasmic spurt that caught her full in
the lips.

	She leaned forward licking him completely, still fingering
herself into an orgasmic explosion of her own. Her hand stroked him
while her tongue found every drop of his climactic juices.

	Feeling exhaustion in her thighs, she drew herself up, kissing
every inch of his stomach and chest, licking him heavily around the
neck. Her lips climbed up the side of his cheek, crossing to meet his
lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed for what
seemed like an eternity, their tongues uninhibitedly exploring each
others' mouth.

	She leaned backwards, pulling him from the ladder. They landed
in a splash, floating together in a seemingly unbreakable embrace.
Finally, their lips parted. As their eyes met, both were overcome with
a dizzy feeling of giddiness. She began giggling loudly. It was
contagious. He suddenly couldn't control himself, and was laughing,
while trying to kiss her.

	She squeezed him tightly, and rolled around, they disappeared
under the water, rising up, still giggling in ecstasy. He sat up,
lifting her onto his lap. They faced each other, smiling and kissing.

	Once again, Linda's eyes began to grow, as did the enormous
smile that never seemed to leave those exotic lips. She could feel
Mike's cock growing under her pussy. Her tongue slid slowly out of her
lips, moving from one side to the next. She reached down with one
hand, finding the somewhat eternal hard-on, and with the grace of a
ballerina, guided it into her very relaxed pussy.

	She had no idea how long a fuck could last. She was damn sure
going to find out.

			       The End