The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

... question was whether she realized that fact. She asked me to carry her upstairs so she could rest her ankle. I obliged, she was surprisingly light to carry. She directed me to her room and had me place her on the bed. She tried to act surprised when she saw the bulge in my pants and asked if she had been the cause of it being so large. I nodded yes. She was not feigning shyness as she reached out and traced a finger along the length of the bulge and then lightly grabbed it and gave it a squeeze, delighting in how it jumped when she did. I asked to use her bathroom and she showed me where it was. My bladder was full and I unleashed a long, stream of piss. When I had finished, I returned to the bedroom to see if I could help her further. She asked me to rub her ankle, so I knelt by the bed and began massaging her ankle. She relaxed and made no comment as my hands worked up her calf. I complimented her on her muscle tone and indicated it was a sign she worked out. She admitted most of her muscles worked out, but some did not. She did not express any desire for me to stop, so I continued massaging her legs up to her knee. When I stopped there she looked at me pleadingly. "Y-you can go higher. My leg still hurts some," she said softly. She spread her legs wider in an invitation to me. I leaned forward as though to examine her more closely for a sprain as I did. I knelt down on the side of the bed and as I did her legs opened more. I pulled her to the edge of the bed so my face ...

... was no more than a few inches from her pussy. I told her how nice and developed her legs were; she smiled and then in a move that left no doubt about her intentions, she pulled on the drawstrings of her bikini bottoms, letting the wisp of clothing fall apart and revealing her most intimate area. Mrs. Franklin looked at me kneeling in front of her with her legs splayed out and her pussy open to my view. She paused as if afraid to say anything. "What do you think?" she asked in a soft almost-whisper. I told her how pretty her pussy was and how I liked the fact that she was shaved. I told her how nice and developed her lips were and as I did so, I reached out and traced my finger up and down her fat swollen lips. She moaned as she felt me touching her and reached down to pull her pussy lips apart, showing me her wet, pink interior. "God I'm so wet!" she exclaimed. I leaned forward and my tongue darted to the clit. It took a couple licks at the throbbing button with my tongue and her legs were wide open and she was groaning. My face went into her pussy. I took her pussy lips in my lips and began sucking on them. At the same time my tongue was twirling around that clit. Mrs. Franklin must have really been horny because it seemed like almost immediately her pussy began spasming as she came, pouring her pussy juice out all over my face and dripping down on the carpet. Without a pause to rest, I flipped her legs up over my shoulders and began to really dive into that pussy. She was ...