It Started At The Pool – Part 2

It Started At The Pool – Part 2

This story picks up from where Greg had just finished fucking Cindy’s daughter, Jen. Jen,
knowing that her look-alike mother had had her flight cancelled and wouldn’t be home
when expected, had snuck into the master bedroom late at night knowing that Greg (her
mothers boyfriend) was dead asleep and didn’t know any better.

Business as Unusual

Jen and I fell asleep, and were awoken the next morning by the ringing of the telephone.
She was out like a light, still naked, and draped over me, and had to be disentangled so
I could answer the phone.

“Hello?” I said, trying to make out the time as my eyes slowly came into focus (it had been a
long night). “Good morning, honey!” called a very cheerful sounding Cindy. “I’ve managed to
get an early flight, so I’ll be home early in the afternoon”. “‘Morning! What time does your flight
arrive?” I asked, trying to sound energetic. “Around 1:00” replied Cindy. “Shall I pick you
up at the airport?” I asked. “That would be wonderful – I’m taking my usual airline”, she
replied. “Great – call me if you get delayed again. Otherwise I’ll swing by and pick you up at the
curb by the main exit, and if you like we can have a late lunch on the way home”, I said.

“Thanks darling, but I’d rather have something at home – it’s been a long week”, she said. “No
problem” I replied, “I’ll see you at about 1:15 at the airport”. “Awesome, I’m going to be
so happy to come home – and now I should be off the road for at least a month. See you soon,
love ya”, she said. “Me, too babe – I can hardly wait to see you! – Bye”, I said and hung up.

I looked over at Jen, who was almost spread-eagle on her stomach, face down, naked, and
asleep. The sight of her toned nakedness, and the flawless curves of her body came into
absolute clarity after I put on my glasses and stared at her in the ambient light of the sun coming
through the blinds. My mind was now in conflict over several major thoughts: I had (albeit at
first unwillingly and unknowingly) been party to cheating on the girlfriend I loved with her only
daughter; My cock was now rapidly hardening as I leered at Jen, knowing that I could fuck her
again right then and there if I wanted to (and being a healthy man, I certainly did); And, my
girlfriend would be arriving at the airport in a little over 4 hours, which meant we had about
3 1/2 hours to launder and change the bed linens, which now had a liberal quantity of visible
cum stains all over them.

Jen jumped with a start when I slapped her ass and said “get up girl – your mother just called
and she’s going to be arriving at the airport at around 1:00, I’ve got to pick her up, and you’re
going to help straighten this place up before I leave”. She said “yeah, I was half awake and
heard the conversation”, a smile arose on her face as she saw my hard-on, and she reached
for it and said “how about some breakfast in bed?” as she got up on her knees, knelt over me,
and tenderly sucked it almost entirely into her mouth while massaging the shaft with her tongue.
I basked in the pleasure this horny young woman was so intent on giving me for a minute, when
my sense of self-preservation took over and I gently pulled her off my cock. “Look, thats really
great, but you’re mother is going to be here soon and this bed has got to get cleaned up”, I
said.

Jen sort of pouted (man – that was cute!) and replied “really – why?”. So I pointed to the dried
cum stains all over the bed and said “that’s why – these linens have to be washed, dried, and
the bed re-made well before your mother’s plane lands.”. I swung my legs around, slapped
her on the ass again, and said “get up, girl!”, got up, and started pulling all the covers off the bed.

She got up, and walked around behind me, hugged me (I could feel her breasts and nipples
in my back), and started stroking my still mostly wet cock. I finished pulling the covers off and
turned around when she put an arm around my neck and pulled me down to her and kissed
me deeply, still stroking my cock. She slipped down onto her knees and again took my cock
into her mouth, pulling my ass towards her to keep me from backing away, and suckled me.
Two or three more full strokes of her mouth and tongue almost caused my knees to buckle,
when I undid her arms and pulled away again.

As any healthy guy can attest, pulling yourself away from a beautiful young woman intent on
giving you a mind blowing orgasm by swallowing your cock is incredibly difficult. But, my
sense of self preservation, the fact that it would take a good few hours to rid our bedroom
of the quantity of evidence that was so visibly obvious on the sheets was cause for concern.
I couldn’t take that chance, and I also wanted to have plenty of energy to satisfy Cindy when
she came home, because she was always sexually demanding after she was away for a
week (I accepted this “burden” like a man!).

“Enough of the playing around – you’ve got to help me get this joint cleaned up” I told her,
in a stern tone of voice. “Or else what?” she asked, looking up at me and smiling. “C’mon,
I mean it – you helped generate the mess – you get to help me clean it up” I said. “You
haven’t answered the question – or else what?” she asked, with a lascivious grin. “Jen,
you’ve noted how happy you are that your mother and I are together, and how happy she
is now. You said how you were only ‘borrowing’ me since she was away. Now, you want to
see to it that I’m worn out when your mother gets home? She has a rightful expectation that
I am hers and will have plenty of pent-up energy tonight. And I WANT to be ready for her
when she gets here. So quit playing around and be helpful. Ok?”.

She sighed and said “All right. But I’m going to have a real hard time with this. Knowing that
you’re here, that I want to fuck you, and that you belong to my mother”. “You knew that before
you ‘borrowed’ your mothers nightgown and crawled into our bed. You should’ve thought that
through more before doing so. Can’t you find a boyfriend to keep you maintained?”. “I don’t
want one now – I want you” she said.

“Well, your mother is going to be home for at least a month after this trip, so you’re going to
have to find another way to occupy yourself. Besides, I’ve got more than 20 years on you, and
you ought to find someone more age appropriate for the long run. So lets get the laundry
started, get cleaned up, have some breakfast, and get organized. You can come with me to
fetch your mother” I said, continuing “so get some clothes on, and lets get motivated”.

She giggled and replied “you don’t have any clothes on – why should I?”. Ok – she had a
point. I walked over to my bureau, pulled out and put on some sweats as she stood there
naked in front of me, smiling. “Ok, now I’ve got clothes on – go put something on and lets
get moving” I said. I walked over to her and smacked her on the ass as she looked up at me.

She yelped and jumped, and I guided her out of the room. I walked over and picked up all
the linens, and carried them off to the laundry room down the hall. I turned on the water,
stuffed the sheets and pillow cases into the washing machine, and went back to the master
bedroom when I heard moaning coming out of Jen’s room. I went a few steps further down
the hall, and her door was wide open. I looked inside, she was lying on her bed with her
legs over the side and feet on the floor, with one hand holding her pussy open while the other
was rapidly manipulating her clit. Her pussy was clearly wet, her hips were gyrating and she
was moaning as she pleasured herself.

Damn it, I thought, she’s fucking incorrigible. I stood there for a moment, when she saw me
and lustily whispered “aren’t you going to help me out?”. Ok – the washing machine was now
chugging along, and there was a good half hour before the wash was done. Aw, fuck it, I
thought. I walked into her room, got on my knees, lifted and spread her legs and stuffed my
tongue into her wet pussy. Her hands grasped my head and pulled me into her, and tried
guiding me up to her clit. Instead I slowly sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and sucked
hard and drank the wetness out of her as she shuddered and dug her heels into my back.
As I continued sucking her inner pussy lips her pelvis started gyrating and she groaned with
pleasure. I then moved up to her clit and concentrated on it my tongue, and then sucked it into
my mouth. She pulled her legs wide open and back, pulled my head into her pussy with her
hands, shrieked, and shuddered as I was rewarded by the flood of pussy juice that poured out
of her cunt.

I continued sucking her clit until she pushed my head away and her body went limp as she
gasped for air. I stood up, pleased with the results my handiwork, and asked her to get
dressed (again) because I was going to make coffee and get breakfast started.

I left her there, went to the kitchen, and got the coffee started while I straightened out the
living room. Jen came into the living room in a pair of sweat pants and a body-hugging
fleece top (obviously with no bra), her face still flustered from just a few minutes ago. She
walked over to me when I turned around, looked up at me, and put her hands on my
shoulders and just stared at me with sort of funny look on her face, motionless. I looked
down at her, studying the look on her face, and gave her a long, drawn out (with fake
southern accent) “yeeeeees?”. She started to slowly shake her head at me as this look
of wonder came to her face, combined with a smile. “How… that was incredible. How
did you ever learn to eat pussy so well? My God, you’re almost as good, maybe as good as
Diane. I came so hard I almost forgot to breath. The wet spot on my bed is huge… How,
or who, taught you how to do that so well?”.

“I had a good teacher” I told her. “Now will you please help me get all this stuff done before
I have to go to the airport?”. “I’ve already started” she said, continuing, “I poured some
bleach into the washing machine to make sure the sheets will be super-white when they
come out”. Good call, I thought. Then she reached up and held my head between her hands,
looked into my eyes, and whispered “I will, from this point on, be your sex slave. You can
suck my pussy, fuck me, demand blow jobs – anything. Any time you want. Do you
understand? Any. Time. Anything”.

“Thats very friendly of you. Yes. Anytime. But this is not the time, and if you want any chance
of getting anything further out of me you have to help” I said. Just then the buzzer for the
coffee maker made its noise, and she turned around and scampered off to the kitchen. She
soon came back with a mug of coffee and handed it to me. “I’ll take over making breakfast”
she said, and went back to the kitchen.

I went back to the bedroom, and straightened things back out, relieved that Cindy’s nightgown
was none the worse for wear (i.e. lacking any stains from the previous night). I could smell
the aroma of bacon coming out of the kitchen. I heard the washing machine beep, notifying
me that the linens were done, and I went into the laundry room and moved them into the drier
and tossed in a few sheets of fabric softener for good measure.

“Breakfast is ready” called Jen “come and get it!”. Good timing! I wandered into the kitchen
and Jen was just putting a full, and elaborate breakfast on the bar, along with fresh mugs of
coffee. “Wow” I said, “This is a serious breakfast, whats the occasion?”. She smiled and said
“you’ve earned it, and my undying admiration”.

So we ate and chatted, determined what else needed doing before Cindy came home, and
otherwise made small talk. Then her phone beeped, and she picked it up to take a look, and
her jaw dropped as she shook her head. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. She looked up at me,
and told me that Diane had just texted her, saying that she and her boyfriend had had a huge
fight and had broken up last night. “Really, how come?” I asked. “I don’t know, but I’m sure
I’ll find out” she said. So she blasted out a quick reply and continued eating.

We did the dishes, and finished straightening out the house. The drier alarm went off, and
we went to pull out the linens, which fortunately turned out fine, and made the bed.

So now everything was back in order, except that maybe the house looked a little “too good”,
which might cause some measure of suspicion. So I carefully mussed a few things up so that
the place looked clean, but without quite the attention to detail the discerning housekeeper
might require. I looked at the clock, and it was now about noon, so I had a good half hour to
go before I had to leave for the airport. Jen went back to her room, and I went down to my office
and checked my email for a little while, and came back upstairs to take a shower. I had just
gotten into the bathroom, shaved, taken off my clothing and turned on the shower when Jen
walked in in her robe, which she untied and dropped on the floor.

She looked at me, and said “well, aren’t you getting in?”. I laughed at her and said “yeah, ok –
but after this we’re back to as if you had behaved yourself”. I got in, and she followed me. I
was allowing the hot water to pour over me when she put her arms around me and held me
tightly (pressing her nipples into my back) and turned me around so she could have a turn
under the hot water. I started shampooing my hair and soaped myself all over, when she saw
me and told me I should let her do that. “Sure” I told her, “then we’ll never get out of here.
Now turn around”. She stared at me with a look of defiance. “NOW, SLAVE” I commanded
her. Her jaw dropped, and she slowly turned around with her back facing me.

I took the shampoo, squirt some into my hands, and quickly shampooed her hair. I took the
body wash and rubbed it all over her, paying special attention to her breasts, her pussy,
and ass. When she was thoroughly covered with lather she asked if she could rinse her
hair and I told her “only when I give you permission, slave!” in a commanding voice. So she
stood there while I continued lathering her. I then turned her around, put one arm around
her waist, reached up and put my other hand behind her neck and bent her over so the hot
water was now running over her head and upper back. My cock had hardened while I had
been in the shower with her, and was now super stiff as a result of my giving her tight body
a thorough scrubbing.

I held her down by the nape of the neck with one hand, and with the free one pointed my cock
at the opening of her pussy and stuffed it in to the hilt. She arched her back and yelped with
surprise and pleasure. I pumped it slowly in and out a half a dozen times, when she put her
arms down on either side of the tub to steady herself and pushed back to meet my thrusts,
groaning with each one.

I pulled out of her and pulled her up, moved her around and out of the hot water, rinsed myself
off and got out of the shower.