DM [3/3]
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Eventually, she said, "Okay, stud, enough of that. Remember that you're here for a job? I think it's time to start." She kicked her bikini bottoms the rest of the way off, since by this time they were dangling from her toes.
"Now?" he whined. "But I was having so much fun."
She said, "Trust me. I know you'll like this."
He stood, reluctantly, and began to walk away from her even more reluctantly.
"Hey. Where do you think you're going? I said I have a job for you, and it's over here. Believe you me, you're going to find it plenty of fun." She got off her lounge chair and fell to her knees a few feet away from him.
"What do I have to do?" he asked, slow on the uptake for once.
"All you have to do is stand up. Right here in front of me."
He stood. A smile slowly spread across his face as he saw Suzanne get on her knees before him, toss her hair in a very alluring manner, and beckon him near. Wow! Out of the frying pan, into the fire! But what's the positive, orgasmic version of that saying? Out of Playboy, into Penthouse? Or vice versa?
She shot him one of her intense "come hither" looks. "So here's what you have to do: your Aunt Suzy needs you to make a big deposit of cum right down her throat. You think you can do that?"
He asked, "This is my job? The one you're paying me $50 for?"
"It's part of it."
"Wow! I'm a gigolo now! Sweetness."
She laughed. "Yeah, right. Hey stud, my tongue is getting lonely over here, and my lips are feeling slippery and need something to slide on. Can you do it or what?"
He walked right up to her, all smiles. "I think I can try."
"Smart kid. But remember: we have to be quiet. We don't want your mom to know what we're up to. So no loud moans or screams. Okay?"
He nodded eagerly.
She cradled his erection with both hands and licked at the tip. Yum! I must have said "big cock" to Susan a thousand times in the last week alone, but it's true. This is a really nice one. A big fat cock! Lucky, lucky me, because I fell in love with him before I knew just what he was packing.
Alan had been lost in thinking about nothing but the possibility of fucking Suzanne, but for some reason her words made him think seriously about where he was and what they were starting to do. He realized they did need to be careful. He lowered his voice. "Okay, sure. But I thought you told me recently that your house was completely off limits for this kind of thing. What about your husband? Or Brad?" His cock twitched with extra excitement at the reminder that she was a married woman.
She stopped licking long enough to answer, "I noticed you didn't mention Amy? You don't mind if she sees us? You naughty boy!" She licked a bit more, completely circling her way around the crown, just below his glans. Then she laughed as she thought out loud, "And good thing you remembered that now. As if they wouldn't mind you rubbing your cock on my clit, but they'd draw the line at cocksucking!"
"Hmmm. Good point," he chuckled.
"Anyway, those two are out. I surprised Brad with a new fishing pole this morning, virtually guaranteeing that he and his dad would go off for and fish all afternoon. They took the bait, so to speak." She couldn't help grinning from her pun, even as she attended to his dick:
She squeezed his cock to make sure he caught her meaning. Then she slurped and licked some more. "I even called Eric a little while ago just to" -
Alan thought she was done talking because she suddenly took his entire cockhead in her mouth and began working it. Her extra-long tongue could do insanely arousing things that normal tongues simply could not, and one such technique was that she could draw circles around the crown - the base of his cockhead - while it was all the way in her mouth. It was one of her very special tricks.
But just as she was really getting into it, she popped it back out of her mouth to say between more licks, "Then there's Amy. She and Angel went to the beach for the afternoon. So we've got the whole house to ourselves. All you have to do is make sure to keep your voice down. I'm not too worried unless Susan goes out back, and she rarely goes there by herself. It's a bit risky, I know, but I just can't resist you today!"
She ran her long tongue all the way from the top of his erection down to the base of his balls and back again. She liked that his privates were mostly hairless, except for one small, thick tuft of dark pubic hair. That was well above his balls, so it never interfered with her licking or sucking. It was almost as if he'd shaved his genitals, though she knew that he hadn't.
He was feeling in a teasing mood. "So, this is what the regular pool boy does every week? Not bad work! How much does this job pay, again?" He lovingly ran his hands through her lush, curly, reddish-brown hair.
"In his dreams. Sweetie, you're the only one for me. I hope you know that. I'm insulted if you think your cock isn't all the cock I'll ever need. And more importantly, that you're not all the man I need. However, having you do this every Wednesday ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to see if Susan will go for it."
She kept sucking.
Naturally he loved what she was doing. His only regret was that he was standing up. He was so overwhelmed that he was learning just what "you make me weak in the knees" meant. He clutched at her head, mostly to help prop himself up.
It took her only a minute or two to bring him to the verge. "Are you ready?" she asked as she sensed his balls tightening.
"Ready, my ivory Amazon goddess!" he replied excitedly.
She sucked him again until he began spurting his cum. She kept guzzling his seed until he was just about done, while at the same time frigging her clit until she had a nice climax of her own. Then, completely surprising him, she pushed him backwards.
He staggered around, trying to regain his balance, but they were right on the edge of the pool and he had nowhere to go. The fact that his shorts were still tangled around one of his feet didn't help. He fell backwards, splashing into the pool.
He came to the surface and gasped for breath as he spit water out of his mouth. He had been taken completely unaware. "What the hell did you do that for?" he finally asked.
She laughed heartily. "No reason, except that it was fun. But looks like you'll have to be naked for a little while now."
He looked down at his soaked T-shirt and his shorts floating nearby. "Awww, shucks," he joked. He didn't exactly mind that prospect.
She said slyly, "I think maybe I'll get my book and hang around the pool today. Just to enjoy the view."
He pulled himself out of the pool as she said this and stood before her.
"You look delish. Your muscles are definitely developing."
"Very funny stunt, Aunt Suzy. I'm not laughing."
"Come on. You're smiling at least," which was true.
Suzanne was having trouble stopping her chuckling over the incident. She was having the time of her life and hoped this was just the first of many such afternoons they would spend naked together.
She went to sit down on her lounge chair. "Now, as for your real job..."
But when she began to explain he jumped on top of her, before she could even sit in the chair. That took her by complete surprise. Since he was wet, fresh from the pool, and she was dry, she let out a loud squeal when his wet body enveloped hers. He wasn't particularly thinking about sex; he was trusting Suzanne to set the pace with that. He just wanted to have fun and see what developed, so he launched a full-on tickle attack.
Within seconds, Suzanne was screaming and laughing with delight (but not too loudly), while at the same time begging for mercy. But he kept on, so she tickled back. Tickling soon gave way to caressing and hugging, and then French kissing.
Alan was hard again by this time, with his erection pressing urgently into her thigh, so he rubbed it up and down her soft skin.
Suzanne loved it but realized that they were still in the same situation as before: with Susan next door it was still too dangerous. She knew she had to get him to back off or they'd be fucking in earnest before very long. "Down, boy," she said as she gently but insistently pushed him away.
He backed off reluctantly, moving to the chair next to hers, where he sat facing her. His rigid rod stuck straight up, swaying lightly with every movement he made.
She looked at it and teased, "It doesn't look like you have any 'shyness with women' problem anymore!"
Then she became relatively serious. "All right, here's the plan. Remember your job? The bad news is, you actually do have to clean the pool. Otherwise, if your mother were to come over and notice the pool was still dirty, she would grow suspicious. I still plan to pay you, but I'd like to reward you in another way too. Do a little work, then I'll suck you off. Do some more work, you'll get some more cocksucking. Repeat until the pool is clean or you can't get it up anymore, preferably the latter."
She gave him a saucy look, then continued, "I noticed that you didn't add any checkmarks to the chart in your room today, and we know that Susan refuses to help. Like they used to say in the old Mission Impossible TV series, 'Your challenge, Ms. Phelps, if you choose to accept it, is to tease at least six orgasms out of Alan Plummer before the day is over.' Does that sound like a good way to spend the afternoon?"
"Hell yeah! But I don't think it's humanly possible to shoot six times in one afternoon." His grin grew wider as he added, "But I sure don't mind trying, though."
"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger."
He liked that. "But now that you're here with me, why not just stay naked and do all kinds of nasty things together all day long, like we voted to do earlier? Why just cocksucking?"
"It's called plausible deniability. And anyway, I may bend your mom's rules a little - okay, a lot - but she'd kill me if we actually fucked, so don't even think about that. Not now. Not today."
"Well, what about if I eat you out? I'd really like to do that."
She replied harshly, "Don't test me!" Realizing he might misunderstand, she clarified, "I would like that TOO much."
"And that's a bad thing?!"
"Yes." She said that in a way that ended the discussion. Her thinking was that once he started doing that, she'd get so horny that he'd be fucking her before long. But she didn't want to tell him that for fear he'd put that information to use.
So he spent most of the time raking leaves out of her pool, while she appeared to read her book, though she spent a good bit of time ogling what she called to herself: "Sweetie's cutie patootie." She pulled her lounge chair right up to the edge of the pool to get the best view that she could.
Alan's shorts and shirt were left in the sun to dry, leaving him as naked as Suzanne.
Half an hour later, she asked him to cover her with more suntan lotion. (She'd carefully covered herself with lotion earlier in the day, when she was with Susan. She needed to, given the fairness of her skin.)
That request quickly led to Alan's erection wandering all over her body. He even had the cheek to write "I love you" on her back, using his prick as the pen. He tried to leave a trail of pre-cum to serve as the ink, but that didn't work so well since there just wasn't enough of it to get a steady flow.
However, she figured out by feel what he must be writing, so she said, "I love you too!"
They both laughed at that.
Then she told him assertively, but not harshly, "Cute, but cut out the funny business. And don't make me laugh so hard. Your mom might hear us and get nosy."
She thought, And I thought the day couldn't get any better. He really loves me! I knew he does, but I love it so much every time he says it. This is just like we're boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel so young, so carefree; it's like I'm a teenager again! Seducing him was the smartest thing I've ever done.
She turned over and grabbed his erection. "I'm looking for a pen to write a response," she said. "But my problem with pens is that I have to suck on them while I'm trying to think of what to write."
That led to another long cocksucking session, during which she occasionally fingered herself. But she seemed unwilling to go any further, not even letting him go down on her.
Alan was consoled that she allowed him to rub his hands over her oily, coconut-scented body while she pleasured him. She hadn't let him do that as much as he wanted before.
However, Suzanne's "rules" said that her pussy was off limits, so he kept his fingers from that area. That was unfortunate for him, because had he only fingerfucked her for a minute or so, he would have found her pulling his boner into her hot pussy a short time later. But that's why that area was off limits to him in the first place, because she couldn't trust her self-control if he touched her there.
Eventually, after he had a great orgasm, she returned to reading her book and he returned to cleaning the pool. But they joked and teased and tickled and kissed each other so much that neither made much progress.
Then there was the problem of her fair skin. She kept needing him to apply suntan lotion to her, all over. That usually progressed to at least a handjob before he finished and returned to his pool work.
At one point, she thought, This is a preview of the future! Soon this will be our lives every day, just hanging out and having sexy fun, except with fucking and cunnilingus too. And Susan and Angel will be tanning in the nude here with me. Tiger will be our "boy toy," keeping our pussies eternally engorged and sore due to getting fucked so much!
Just when his clothes got reasonably dry and he was going to put them back on, she "accidentally" dropped them into the pool, but by then he didn't mind. At first, he found being nude in a somewhat-unfamiliar outdoor environment to be humiliating, but as the day went on he began to quite enjoy it. Knowing that her eyes were on him kept him nearly constantly hard, which was only fair, since she was as naked as he was.
Soon he noticed that she had more or less given up on the book, instead spending most of her time watching him while her hands played with her pussy. Apparently her hands got tired or she wanted more stimulation, because after a while she went into the house and came back with a small vibrator. He watched in fascination as she stuffed it into her cunt. It was quite small and disappeared completely inside her.
He never would have suspected its presence if he hadn't watched its insertion, though the way she continued to squirm around in her lounge chair and play with her nipples certainly implied that something was turning her on.
It was truly remarkable that any pool cleaning occurred at all, but, ever so slowly, he managed to make at least some progress on the job.
During another break in their sexual play, after he had another orgasm and while he was actually working on the pool, she asked him from her lounge chair, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask: what exactly happened between you and your mom yesterday, with the abnormality check? I tried to get her to talk about it this morning, but she wouldn't say a word, so I figured it must have been pretty special."
In fact, Susan had described it in great detail during their morning exercises, but for once Susan hadn't gotten all horny recounting it because she'd been trying hard to be "good" while Ron was still in town. But Suzanne wanted to hear Alan's version, since she was certain that Susan had not told all.
"Oh, it was." Alan proceeded to tell about his repeated difficulties in getting aroused, and his mother's increasing and near-desperate urge to help that led to the great blowjobs that she finally gave him.
They both naturally became increasingly turned on as he talked. Before he got very far into the story, he found himself sitting next to her while her hand stroked his hard-on.
When he started a detailed description of his mother's first Tuesday blowjob, Suzanne responded, "You mean like this?" and started sucking his cock yet again.
He didn't get to hear her reaction to what Susan had done, as she was too busy sucking by that point. His story trailed off as he became fully focused on what she was doing, even though it had only been half an hour since her previous blowjob.
In an ideal world, Suzanne would have been happy to have his cock in her mouth nearly all day long, every day, assuming that it couldn't be in her cunt. On this day she was getting pretty close to that ideal.
Between her infectious enthusiasm and her near-constant cocksucking, Alan was having a tremendous day as well. The only real limit to their sex play was how quickly he could get hard again. That was the only time when any pool cleaning got done, while he was recuperating.
As Alan again neared climax for what would be the fourth time since he'd started his "pool work", Suzanne's cell phone, which was lying on a nearby table, began ringing. It switched over to take a voice message after a few rings, but then it rang all over again. And again. "Damn, I should have left that thing inside," she said, before returning to slurping on his prick.