My pool boy's first time...

Bonnie Harper's day is about to get a whole lot better

I saw Alex’s bike through the front window before he even reached the porch. The flier was still in my hand, crumpled from how many times I’d read it. Yard work. House help. Saving for college.

I opened the door before he knocked, a little surprised at my energy level. This was the most interesting thing to happen at my house in... months. Years, if felt like.

“Hi. You must be Alex.”

He was taller than I expected, though I don’t know what I was expecting really. His t-shirt was tight across his chest, but in a way that seemed like he didn’t realize he’d outgrown it

I’d seen his flier taped to a telephone pole three days ago and I’d called him right away.

The yard had become a mess. My mess. Somehow Jim (That’s my husband. Or what was once. I don’t know.) always managed to make a comment about it between business trips, but alway with a “You should really do something about that. You’re letting this place go to Hell” kind of tone. Fuck him.

Just having this man in the house, Alex, someone who actually moved and breathed was. I don’t know... like a brand new day.

“I’m Mrs. Harper,” I said, then caught myself. “Bonnie.”

I felt my eyes pull me down his body before I could control them. He shuffled his feet. Poor kid was clearly nervous. Was I?

“Thanks for coming on short notice. My back’s been killing me. Think you can handle a little lifting?”

He nodded, eager. “Absolutely! Happy to help.”

“Well, aren’t you... eager.” I stepped back, trying to give him space to squeeze by, but his belly brushed across my boobs anyway (that’s hard not to do). I looked up at him and he was blushing already, trying not to stare at my cleavage. “Come through. Let’s look at the garden.”

The house was different with him here. I noticed the mail on the table for the first time in days. My car keys that had been there all weekend. I led him through the kitchen, finding myself staring at the back of his jeans, or his zipper, whenever he wasn’t looking.

The yard was a disaster. I’d started to let it go half on purpose. Fuck Jim. The vines choking the fence. The hedges. The grass. Every one little thing compounding the last.

I waved at the mess. “You can see things are a bit... well. Of a mess. I’m not even sure where to ask you to start.” God, I was nervous!

He looked around, taking it all in. “I think we’ll start with the lawn. Then the fence, and the shed.”

He knew exactly what to do, and I felt it immediately, somewhere low in my stomach. I smiled. “Well then! That’s nice to hear you have a plan!”

I went back inside and watched him through the kitchen window. His shirt came off almost immediately, sweat running down his back in the mid-day sun. Down his back and right to the little cleft at the top of his jeans. My god... jeans in this heat?

I felt a funny void beneath my belly, like a puppy rolling onto its back begging for scratches. I hadn’t felt that in a... long time, that pulling. That ache between my thighs seemed to mean my body might still remembered what it was capable of.

I came back out with a mason jar of water because I couldn’t stand being that far from him anymore and leaned on the porch railing. I had forgotten that my tee shirt would show so much cleavage... but when I realized I didn’t move.

“Years ago, my husband would’ve taken care of all this,” I said. The words came out before I could stop them. More honest than I intended. “He used to handle everything. Now it’s just business trips and TV. I don’t even know the last time I opened the back door.”

In more ways than one.

Alex wiped his hands on his jeans. I watched his hands. Big hands.

“But I bet you don’t know much about that kind of quiet,” I added. “I bet girls are all over you at college, aren’t they?”

He shrugged. “I dunno... They seem to laugh a lot.”

That stopped me. Laugh? What the hell did that mean? I blinked. Confused.

“Well... no laughing here. You’ll have to get used to being appreciated. You’re working hard!” I said it but what were they laughing at? Why would they laugh?

I brought him cold tea later. The yard looked incredible, like it had never been a problem. I spun around, taking it all in. “Wow! This is great! You wouldn’t have time to clean up the pool too, would you?”

“Absolutely! Whatever you’ve got.”

My, what an eager little beaver!

I sat under the umbrella not really caring I wasn’t working. Somehow I don’t think he’d notice, and it felt like I was doing something important. I think I was remembering what longing was. It started to grow much more obvious, and I was getting a little nervous about what exactly I wanted.

“You sure work fast!” I called out. “Impressive.”

He didn’t know what to say. Shy. Oh, that’s cute!

“You make it look so easy.”

“Oh... I guess it is.” He murmured it, barely audible.

I laughed quietly. “Hmm... for you I suppose so.”

He was dripping sweat in those heavy jeans. A big mistake for a day like this. From the way they were riding it didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear, either.

“You’ve earned a swim, at least.” I called from under the umbrella.

“Thanks, but I don’t have shorts.” He sounded disapointed.

Didn’t have shor...?

“It’s just us,” I felt like I blurted it out. “And I’ve seen a man before, Alex.”

Nice line, Mrs. Robinson... Oh, my God!

He hesitated, but fianlly turned away and let his jeans fall. I saw his full strong back, his beautiful lean ass, and the adorable way he was trying to hide himself. But there was no hiding that... I’d seen enough to understand.

The water was cold. I could see the goose bumps run up his arms. Then he went under and came up dripping. My eyes were glued to him like a stalking pervert.

“Better?” I asked, mouth dry.

“Oh, wow, yeah!” as his hands went up to brush his hair back.

I stood without having made a decision. “I think I’ll join you.”

I’m doing what, now?

My shirt came right off over my head. No bra, and I let him see my big soft boobs swing before me. He stood frozen as I stepped out of my shorts. Walked into the water like I did this every day.

I walked straight up to him in the shallow end. Sank beneath the water right in front of him, and saw the blured shape of what was hanging between his legs. This was happening fast, and my eyes, my brain couldn’t quite make sense of any of this.

I rose dripping. My nipples entirely awake now. His eyes were wide open and he was practically trembling thinking he should look away.

My own eyes, well they dropped to the water and what I knew was there.

“Well... I think I might understand now.” Where had this voice come from, all soft and sultry? “This is what the silly college girls laugh about?”

“Now now,” I said, reaching beneath the water, “let’s see exactly what the problem might be.”

The water rose to just above his pubic hair, but I lifted him out of above it with both hands because I needed to see. All of him. Jesus Christ. It practically took both hands to hold him out of the water, and he was only half hard and was fattening as I watched. Watched the the shaft harden. Watched the head swell. Watched the veins start to stand out down the shaft. I felt him pulse against my palms and my pussy clenched in response.

“Oh, Alex. I see. But trust me...”

I stroked once from the head all the way down the shaft, pulling the skin tight so he throbbed. Water beaded on the head and I watched glimmer in the sun. He inhaled and his glorious fucking erection swelled in my hands.

“They’re just too young to know what they had in front of them.”

I drifted back through the water leading him to the steps, then turned and stepped up letting him see my ass, which was big and soft but I knew it was still enough to make him stare. I sat on the top step with my hair stuck to my cheeks and my breasts resting heavily on my thighs.

“Come here.” I actually beckoned.

He stepped forward, water dripping from him, and his cock swung with each step. I couldn’t look away. And I definitely wasn’t laughing. It’s hard to laugh when you’re starving for something.

I reached for him again, wrapping my hand around wet skin, hot compared to the water. My grip tightened and I was surprised it wasn’t slippery.

This was the biggest cock I’d ever seen, even in pictures. My fingers didn’t do it justice. My wrist either. Just the head, dark and swollen like a plum and already leaking sweet juices, filled my entire world.

I heard myself, “God, you’re perfect, Alex.”

And I was leaning forward kissing the head with an open mouth, tasting chlorine and salt and him. Once and then again, starting to feed. My lips opened wider and my tongue wrapped around the ridge of the tip, feeling the texture of him.

I looked up at him as I eased down further, taking the first few inches into my mouth. My mouth was drooling already and my teeth graze him softly. He moaned and I felt it in my own body, felt it wake something up that had been sleeping for years. My pussy was throbbing now, getting wetter with every second I had him in my mouth.

I came up for air and let a thick string of spit fall from my lips to the down his shaft.

“You see, Alex... I’m not laughing.”

I went back down, deeper this time, and grabbed his ass and pull him toward me. I pulled him in, then back, then sank down again, taking him deeper each time. I have no idea how my mouth, my throat was opening this wide. It was impossible.

My head began to bob and I took him deeper with each stroke, feeling him on my tongue, stretching my jaw. Every few strokes I came up to slurp him clean from base to tip, tasting him, remembering what a man tasted like when he actually wanted you.

And then I slid back down, somehow all the way this time, until my lips met the base and I felt his curls tickle my noset. He was so deep I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care.

I gurgled once, twice, then pulled off with a gasp, spit trailing from my lips, crowning his cock in a bubbly mess.

I gave his cock another long pull from base to tip, feeling how slippery it was now, covered in my spit. I loved the taste of him. I loved that I could still do this, that my mouth still knew how to worship a cock this beautiful.

From the look on his face, it seemed like he didn’t know what a gift he had. But I knew exactly what I was holding.

My hand moved again and my thumb smoothed around the head, feeling the way it pulsed under my touch, feeling the slickness of precum mixing with my spit.

I leaned in again and gave him one slow lick from base to tip, tasting every inch. Then I kissed the head softly, almost reverently.

“You’ve got no idea how good this is, do you?”

He shook his head again.

My grip tightened, just a little, enough to make him catch his breath and his cock jump in my hand.

“You should know exactly what you’re carrying around in your pants, Alex. And let me be the first to show you.”

I pulled back and sat up straighter with my fingers still wrapped around his shaft. I looked him in the eyes.

“This,” I lifted his cock slightly, showing him off to himself, feeling the weight of it in my hand, “ This is the kind of cock that ruins people, Alex. Makes women start thinking things they shouldn’t when they’re with their husbands.”

I saw his face, uncomprehending. Sweet boy. God, this cock!

I stood up from the steps, dripping water, and turned to face the chaise.

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He stepped forward with his heart pounding so hard I could see it in his chest.

“Alex,” I realized. “Have you done this before?”

His head shook back and forth once. His face went red.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”

I lay back. I was already so wet I could feel it separate from the pool water, hot and slick between my thighs.

I pulled him over me with his hands shaking a little, his mouth open... God, he was adorable! One hand on his my other hand wrapped pulled his cock between my legs, and positioned him against my cunt.

“Right there,” I whispered.

He pushed forward and the head slipped inside.

I sucked in a breath, sharp and sudden. God, this was big. Bigger than anything! What was I thinking? Oh no... This was a stretch that made my toes curl.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.”

And it just kept going, inch by inch, it felt like my pussy was pulling him in, inhaling. I felt every inch stretch me apart.

“Oh my God, Alex...” My hands gripped his arms hard. “That’s it.”

He started moving, not fast but so deep. Jesus. So deep I could feel him in my stomach.

My hips tilted under him and I let out a sound that was half moan, half laugh. I wouldn’t cry. Not now. I would feel every fucking second of this.

My legs wrapped around him and I pulled him harder. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. God! I feel every inch!”

My hands were in his hair now and my voice was getting louder.

He pushed harder and I arched under him, breath catching. My whole body was on fire.

“Just like that. Yes! Fuck me!”

My hips thrust up to meet him. I wasn’t letting him fuck me. I was fucking him back.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, bit his lip as he pushed deep.

“Ohh, God! You’re gonna fuck all the air out of me.”

All shame left me. Let the neighbors hear. Let them all hear.

“Ohh my GOD, Alex! Yes! Right there!”

He was driving into me hard now and my tits bounced with every thrust. I didn’t try to stop them. I just let them swing as he slammed into me. He was staring at them like he couldn’t believe they were real.

“You see how my tits bounce when you fuck me?” I gasped.

I grabbed my own breast, squeezed it tight. The sensation shot straight down. Made me clench around him.

“My pussy’s grabbing at you, do you feel it?”

Every time he pulled back I felt myself trying to keep him inside, clenching and gripping.

I clenched hard on purpose and he nearly buckled.

The chaise creaked underneath us. The whole thing was going to break and I didn’t care.

Then my voice changed, no longer just for us. I wanted the neighbors to hear.

“Fuck me, baby. You’re fucking my pussy so deep!”

Somewhere near the back of the yard a branch cracked. Neither of us looked but I knew. I’d been loud on purpose.

“I don’t care if the neighbors hear. Let them know what a real cock sounds like!”

He kept going, harder and deeper.

More rustling in the bushes behind the fence. I knew who it was. I knew she’d be watching.

I threw my head back and shouted loud enough for the whole street.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!”

Somewhere in the greenery next to us a shape moved. A pair of glasses. Dark hair. Samantha. Crouched low behind the fence with her knees in the mulch, mouth parted. Watching. One hand already between her legs. The other pressed against the wood slats for balance.

“You feel my tits bouncing while your fucking me? I love how my tits are bouncing!”

I reached up, lifted one breast by my nipple, let it jiggle and swing.

Sam kept frigging herself while I was fucking the goddamn poolboy.

Then, in the flury of this railing it was like everything became clear for a moment

I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close.

“You’re gonna fuck us all, Alex,” I gasped in his ear. All of us!”

My fingers dug into his neck. My cunt clenched tighter. I was coming. The orgasm rolling through me in waves up and down that glorious shaft. Oh God. Oh God oh God.

He was getting close, too. I could feel him swelling inside me, getting even harder. How was that possible?

He pulled out just in time.

I yanked his cock up toward my chest just as he exploded.

The first rope hit my neck, thick and hot, and I gasped. Surprised and thrilled. This was real. This was happening. This beautiful young man was coming all over me, covering me in proof that I was still worth wanting.

“Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me!”

Another shot streaked across my tits, then my stomach, then my face. My mouth opened, tongue out, panting as he emptied everything across me. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be covered. I wanted to feel it dripping down my skin. “Jesus Christ, Alex!”

It kept coming. I felt it in waves. I milked him with both hands, wiping the last spurts over my nipples, stroking him through it. Feeling the cum surge under my fingers.

In the end I was a mess. Hair painted to my cheeks. Cum dripping from my nipples, pooling in the creases of my belly, tangled in the black hair above my pussy.

I looked down at myself and laughed, a real laugh, a free laugh. I looked ridiculous and I looked beautiful. I looked like a woman who had finally gotten what she needed.

“Oh my God.” I rubbed a palm up my chest, smearing the slick mess across my tits. “That was no little boy orgasm, Alex. This is a man’s cum!”

And from the bushes came one last sharp gasp.

Samantha.

I turned my head slightly, not in the least bashful. Why would I be? Let her see. Let her see everything.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,” I called, loud enough to carry. “You’re next.”

A rustle, a breath, then silence.

I looked up at him, still breathing hard, still soaked, still covered in his cum. My body was humming and every nerve was still singing. I felt more alive than I had in years. I felt like myself again, like a version of myself I’d thought was gone.

I smiled with my eyes half-lidded and my voice a little hoarse.

“Well,” I whispered, grinning, eyes on his, “you’re definitely hired.”