Message-ID: <40056asstr$1040731805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021224062317.34398.qmail@web20807.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 22:23:17 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} STORY - Poolside Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 07:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "poolside.txt" begin> WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex between a married woman and  her daughter's friend.  Although the girl's exact age was not stated, it was stated that she was of the legal age of consent for her state. This story is a slightly embellished account of a true experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking for more true experiences from others to write about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and trib. In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful, erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 -------------------------------------------------------------------- "POOLSIDE" by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F FIST YOUNG 1st It was a beautiful Monday in September, we finally had a slight break from the sweltering heat and the temperature was a perfect 82 degrees.  This was my day to do absolutely nothing and I was going to enjoy every second of it.  It was a school holiday but I had dropped Amy off at play practice and had the the house to myself.  My summer ritual always started with 20 laps in the pool and today was no exception.  The next part of my usual ritual typically involved doing laundry or vacuuming the house.  But today I was going to just sit by the pool and enjoy the last day of summer, trying to build up enough of a tan to last me through the winter.  After cooking my front in the sun for about an hour I oiled up my back as best I could and laid face down, untieing my bikini top from around my neck and my back so I wouldn't get a line. I must have dozed off for 20 or 30 minutes when I heard the fence gate latch clank open loudly.  Startled, I jumped up onto my elbows, forgetting I had untied my top, and immediately fumbled for my top holding it against my chest.  "Sorry Mrs. Walters, didn't mean to scare you", a voice called out.  I turned and saw one of my daughter's volleyball teammates walking through the gate.  "Hi Candice", I replied, "I must have dozed off and the gate woke me.  "Is Amy inside", she asked?  "No, she's at play practice", I said.  "Oh... Friday she had invited me over swimming", Candice responded.  I explained that her teacher had decided last minute to have a rehearsal since there were still a lot of kinks in the production to be worked out.  "Bummer", Candice said in a disappointed voice.  "You're welcome to stay and swim until she gets back", I offered.  "Thanks, maybe for a while anyway - seeing as I already have my suit on", was her reply. Candice took her t-shirt off revealing a pink metallic bikini top.  Kind of spunky I thought to myself - trying to imagine me wearing something like that - yeah right, a 36 year-old wearing a metallic bikini, I chuckled to myself.  Candice slipped out of her shorts and I was a little shocked to see her bikini bottom was a tonga style, showing way too much cheek for a girl her age, I reasoned to myself.  Candice turned and caught my eyes still transfixed on her rear and I was immediately flushed from embarrassment.  I jerked my eyes away looking across the yard.  I attempted to forget my embarrassment as I enjoyed the heat of the sun upon my bare back, dozing off once again. I awoke sometime later sweating from the heat.  Sitting up, I retied my top before jumping into the pool.  The water was so refreshing and immediately cooled me off.  Candice walked over to the pool and dove in.  Upon surfacing she let out a little shriek, as I noticed her fumbling around with her midriff.  "My top" she squealed, as she repositioned the two little triangles to their proper position.  Apparently her bikini top had slipped down around her stomach when she dove in.  I almost laughed out loud as I considered the reason it probably slipped down was because there wasn't much filling it to keep it in place (Candice wasn't quite as endowed as the other girls). Swimming to the edge of the pool I told Candice I was going to get a Diet Coke and asked if she would like one.  "Sounds great" came her reply as I climbed onto the deck.  I dried off with my towel and went into the house to retrieve the Cokes.  Candice was sitting on her lounge chair when I returned and we had a short conversation about the volleyball team as we sipped our sodas.  She commented how Amy had really come a long way since the beginning of the season "when she was a virgin player".  I was a little uncomfortable with her choice of words but just let it slide. Now cooled off, I decided to continue working on my tan as I began to oil up once again.  As I fumbled to reach around my back I heard Candice speak up, "let me get that for you".  Without having time to comprehend the offer, much less respond positive or negative, I was startled by the touch of Candice's hands on my shoulder blades.  I was speechless and sat motionless as she spread oil over my shoulders and began to move down the center of my back.  I felt the pressure stop for a moment and was shocked as I felt the string of my bikini top fall away loose.  I quickly grabbed for the thin strip of nylon as it began to fall away from by body, holding it against me.  Without the hindrance of the string Candice began to spread the oil over my middle back.  Her pressure increased and I felt my body being pushed forward under her touch.  Now at an awkward position and unable to keep my balance, I allowed myself to continue my movement until I was laying  flat on the lounge chair.  Candice spread oil all over my back and at one point I felt she had gone just a little too far down my sides as she grazed past my ribs to where my breasts were slightly bulging out from the weight I was resting on them.  Perhaps Candice realized this was a sensitive spot because she quickly returned to the center of my back. Gradually Candice moved lower until she was spreading oil over my lower back just above my bikini waistband.  I was beginning to notice that this was taking more time than was necessary when she finally removed her hands and I felt her lift up off the chair, giving me some sense of relief.  But then I felt her hands on my ankles as she had apparently applied more oil to her hands.  She coated the back of my right calf up to just behind my knee, then moved to my left.  Then she moved back to my right leg, picking up where she had left off, working oil from behind my knee up along the back of my thigh.  This was beginning to feel more like a massage than someone helping to apply suntan oil to a few hard to get spots.  Candice was using both hands on my right thigh, moving all the way up until she reached the back legband of my bottoms, then she would move her right hand up the outside of my thigh, up and over the string that was the side waistband of my bikini.  As her right hand proceeded up my hip, her left hand was working the inside of my thigh and causing me to squirm a little as I felt the back of her hand graze my left inner thigh .  Her hand was sandwiched between my legs which was increasing the pressure to both legs.  Making me even more uncomfortable, her left hand worked its way all the way up to the inside leg band of my bikini, right at my crotch. My face began to flush, I felt so awkward but didn't know what to cay to Candice.  In an effort to lessen the stimulation this was causing, I spread my legs apart slightly to ease the contact of Candice's left hand as she moved it between my legs.  I didn't realize at the time that this probably sent the wrong message.  Candice removed her hands and I heard the plastic bottle as she squeezed more oil onto her hands.  She now worked the back of my left thigh, again starting at my knee and working up.  There seemed to be a little more purpose in her hands now, with less random roaming over my leg.  Like a masseuse might do, she seemed to be trying to effect some relief in my body - or maybe a reaction.  Like before, she used her outside hand to spread oil up over my hip.  As she worked the back of my thigh, her strokes were more powerful and somewhat more rapid.  On several strokes her hand again encountered the rear legband of my bikini bottom, but on one occasion her finger snagged it, pushing it up a little rather than than just skimming over it.  I could feel the air on part of my rear cheek that was previously covered.  For some reason, I didn't pull it back down like I should have. With her right hand in between my legs, Candice began to work my thigh with more vigor.  Like before, her hand would reach far up between my legs but there wasn't quite the firm pressure due to the separation of my thighs.  Candice dwelled in that small region far too long and I knew I needed to move or say something.  As if she were able to sense my impending action, she abruptly slid her hand up my inner thigh, this time not stopping until her hand had slipped under the inside legband of my bikini and her finger had glided into my vagina.  Her hand was so covered in oil that there was not the least bit of resistance - and even if there had been, it would have been overcome by the vaginal moistness produced as a result of her 5 minute massage.  I was horrified and couldn't speak, managing only a deep "Uhhhhh..." as she entered me. My mind hadn't really processed what was happening - did she just slip or was this deliberate? - my mind racing in those few seconds following this act.  Candice wasn't going to wait idly for a response.  She began to slide her finger in and out of me, adding a second, and then a third finger.  "Oh my god!" I thought to myself as the reality hit me that Candice was masturbating me.  Attempting to regain control of the situation, I flipped over on my chair, but Candice managed to keep her fingers firmly inserted as I did.  I glanced at her face for a second - she was biting her lip and had this look of concentration.  I immediately looked down and was hit with the obscene sight of Candice's hand as it disappeared into my bikini, causing the material to move violently as she pistoned her fingers in and out of my vagina. I willed to reach for her hand to pull it away, but my hand would not respond.  My body was eager to go to the place to which Candice was leading us.  I began an involuntary, audible grunting, gradually increasing in tempo and volume, which Candice matched perfectly with the pistoning of her hand.  In just a few more minutes I was on the edge.  Suddenly I felt great pressure between my legs and then a fullness within me.  I began to scream "Oh god Stop, Stop!" as I came explosively for Candice.  It was an experience unlike anything I had ever felt before.  It took hold of me and shook me from my pussy through to my very soul - each spasm hitting me so hard I would actually miss a breath.  Still in the middle of my orgasm, I looked at Candice who now had a look of satisfaction her face.  Satisfaction that she was able to do this to me - satisfaction that my body had responded to her touch in this powerful way.  She was focused completely on what she was doing between my legs.  I followed her eyes and couldn't believe the sight as I witnessed that Candice had managed to slip her entire hand inside my vagina.  Feelings of pleasure and pain simultaneously rattled every nerve in my body as my orgasm continued.  Finally, I began the slow decent from this high point that even 17 years with my husband had never before been made known to me. Candice was now fucking me with her whole hand, her knuckles pressing against my cervix, as if she sought to now enter my womb itself.  She would begin to draw out of me, my labia stretching wide open as the beginning of her hand became visible.  She held her hand in a fist, determined not to have it evacuate the warm wetness of my vagina.  She was exploring my innermost hidden place, determined to know me completely.  She continued to pleasure me with her fist and soon I was once more headed for that ultimate, intimate thrill.  Candice brought the woman out of me so completely for a second time as I again came all over her hand and wrist, the sound of squishing noises now attesting to the magnitude of my orgasm.  Finally, Candice's hand, covered in both oil and my abundant cum, slipped out of my vagina as easily and imperceptibly as it had slipped in.  A moment later her slick hand was spreading my juices all over my own breasts (my top had not been retied and was lost during our frenzy).  I welcomed her exploration of my breasts - my body now completely surrendered to her lusts. I was still whimpering from the explosive reaction when I noticed Candice sitting next to me on the lounger.  She appeared ready to ask me a question, but instead simply looked down.  After a brief pause, she brought both her hands up to the pink metallic material of her bikini top.  Sliding her palms over her barely discernible mounds, she hooked her thumbs under the small triangular patches and slid her top up, revealing her naked breasts.  Unlike the accidental flashing that occurred when she had dived into the pool earlier, this was a calculated and deliberate act on her part.  She was revealing her breasts to me - presenting them to me - offering them to me.  I was intrigued by her breasts - they were nearly flat, with pale white skin where her bikini top had covered them.  Her nipples were tiny little pink bumps that barely protruded from her quarter-sized pink areolas.  The tiny protrusions almost looked pre-pubescent, although I knew this was not at all the case.  She had a somewhat boyish build, yet I was struck by how feminine she really was.  So completely soft and delicate, like a newly budding flower. Candice leaned forward bringing her left breast to my mouth.  It seemed like the right thing to do as I tentatively kissed it.  I gave a second kiss, this time, drawing my tongue across her tiny nipple.  Continuing my attention to her small teat, I then drew her nipple into my mouth.  I moved my tongue all over her flat breast, feeling the smooth skin as it sat in contrast to the rougher texture of her hardening nipple.  I spread my saliva all over the little pink bud as I felt it become engorged in my mouth.  Candice's soft "ewwws" encouraged me further.  I released her left breast and began to move to her right one.  I caught sight of the nipple that had been in my mouth - now very different looking - the nipple was indiscernible from the areola.  Her areola no longer flat, it and the nipple had together become quite puffy and formed a large, puffy cone shape.  This transformation excited me and I attacked her right nipple with even more fervor.  I found myself moaning softly as I devoured her second nipple.  I could feel its shape with my tongue as I explored it in slow detail.  I made a mental note of each bump and wrinkle (one that  still remains etched in my mind).  Her nipple felt huge in my mouth , the puffy surface tingling my my senses as it danced an erotic and forbidden dance with my tongue.  Oh god, it felt so good in my mouth! Suddenly, Candice pulled her breast away from me and she stood up.  Yanking her tonga bikini bottom to the side and exposing her bare cunt through the stretched leg opening, she pleadingly said, "lick my pussy".  She stepped towards me and I was frozen in repulsion at what she was asking of me.  I stared at her naked pussy contemplating my situation, replaying the events that had brought me to this point, and considering how I could get out of this predicament.  I began to analyze the sight before me.  Candice's vulva was smooth and virtually hairless - not shaven, as there was no stubble - just without much hair.  Her vulva was so puffy that her labia were not even visible - her outer lips simply came together forming a thin, smooth slit.  She was so near to me now I could smell her scent - almost an herbal scent.  The memory of my two recent orgasms flooded my mind and I began to respond to what stood before me.  Her vulva looked so beautiful to me and now seemed enticing.  It no longer mattered that this was another girl - I could deny her nothing.  I was like a fly caught in a spider's web - helpless and with my fate having already been sealed.  Concedingly, I planted a kiss on her smooth mound. My second kiss lingered a while as my eyes closed and I tasted Candice for the first time.  I pressed my face to her with more zeal as I worked my tongue into her silken slit.  The fabric of her metallic bikini tickled my cheek as my tongue found the opening to her vagina.  I pointed my tongue and pressed it through the little entrance.  There was a  distinctly different taste now, slightly tangy.   I let out a "mmmm..." as I drew the first droplets of Candice's female juices from her vagina into my mouth.  I was being driven by animal instincts now, as I lapped at Candice's pussy with abandon.  I didn't understand why, but I want this - I wanted her. My jaw was growing tired from the oral exercise it was performing for what seemed like 20 minutes.  Candice began to buck and she grabbed the the back of my head with both of her hands and pulled my face hard against her.  I kept penetrating her vagina in and out with my tongue until I had trouble getting a breath.  Just as Candice began to orgasm I opened my mouth wide, engulfing her entire vulva, and sucking her labia into my mouth.  My tongue raked her slit in an up and down flicking motion as she came hard.  I could feel her body spasm and then I felt her begin to ooze cum into my mouth.  Truthfully, it was more like ejaculation than oozing as I soon had what felt like a mouthful of Candice's cum.  The flavor was potent and unlike anything I had ever experienced.  I reveled in the flavor of it as it mixed with my saliva and rolled down my throat.  I eagerly drank down all that Candice had to offer me. Afterwards, I felt the desire to feel Candice's skin against mine.  I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, the two of us lying down on the lounge chair.  My ample breasts pressed tightly against her flat breasts - so vastly different, yet they were a perfect match as nipple kissed nipple in a natural union more beautiful than anything  I had previously witnessed.  The cum that remained on my breast formed a sticky bridge to Candice's breast as our nipples would pull apart and then meet together again in a sensual embrace.  My nipples are so sensitive after I cum, and each time Candice's nipple would kiss mine, a shiver would run through my body.  Our thighs intertwined and our leaking vaginas creamed the other's thighs, releasing the pungent smell of female sex, which I found to be intoxicating.  I caressed Candice's back, occasionally sliding my hand down over her shimmering bikini bottom, and then finally slipping my hand under the waistband and into the crack of her ass.  I teased her with my finger sliding it up and down her crack, each time reaching a little lower.  Finally, I reached down and slipped my finger between her labia.  Then, pressing gently with two fingers, I slipped effortlessly into Candice's vagina.  She felt so wet and so warm.  Candice responded  with her eyes - they were pleading with me.  She leaned to me and we kissed deeply.  I broke the kiss long enough to say "I think we've started something that can't be stopped".  As Candice's mouth engulfed mine, I heard an "uh huh" as her reply reverberated within my own mouth. -THE END- by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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