Water Baby

by Androgyne

People seemed to find the swim lesson oportunity to seduce a little minx (who was aiming at seducing the teacher anyway) novel so here's part two of wet sex. The double meaning is intentional.

Standing at the end of the pool, holding the rail, I watch Cheryl moving through the water in a smooth breast stroke. One more thrust of her slender legs and her fingertips touch the tiles as she drops her legs and stands triumphantly in the rippling water.

"How's that Sue?"

I reach out and wrap my arms around her in a powerful hug but I won't allow her to get too carried away. I'm not going to deflate her, just a little bit more good advice.

"You've done brilliantly love but sometimes you're still fighting the water, you can't beat water it'll wear you out. Relax and slide through it, don't force things. But honestly you've done as well or better than any of my pupils."

Her smile of pleasure remains undimmed, impish and unaffected.

"Let's get out of the pool love, that's enough for today, tonight or tomorrow you can show your mother how well you've done."

As she climbs the steel steps to leave the water I ogle her taut buttocks and slender and shapely legs. By the time I've followed her she's peeled off her orange swimsuit and cap and is toweling her pale and naked form. Following her lead I shed my simple black costume then reach for my own towel.

Her fine boned hands slip around from the rear and cup my large and rubbery breasts, kneading them and teasing my nipples which harden then swell to strawberry size as they flood with blood. The swell of her unusually pronounced vulva is crushed against my rounded buttocks and the dampness I can feel isn't water, warm and slick Cheryl's crease is already seeping pre-cum.

I don't even pretend to resist now. In the days since Cheryl first seduced me in this pool my mental vows to resist the temptations that pre-teens offer me are long abandoned and forgotten. Her eleven years old body belies her sexual sophistication so I simply lean back against her slender body feeling those small but rock hard nipples rasping the soft skin of my back.

Her voice in my ear is soft and inviting.

"Let's go up to "The Eyrie" Sue. The cleaners have gone and Maria the housekeeper's off half day. We'll go to my room; mother won't be home for hours yet."

I pick up my holdall, dump my sopping costume and cap into it, and after wrapping my robe around myself; I follow my petite lover. Naked but wrapped in an enormous fluffy towel she leads the way up to the mansion she calls home.

Up one side of the double staircase and into a bedroom that's bigger than my double living room, dominated by a king sized bed on which Cheryl and I are exploring the limits of sexual desire and satisfaction. Cheryl drops the towel onto the hardwood floor and sprawls on the raw silk spread, her thighs wide apart, granting me the dizzying sight of her perfect labia.

They're tightly pleated and peach smooth, my mouth waters at the thought of the taste of her creamy flow. But I'm ever practical even as aroused as I am. Picking up her discarded towel I lean over and slap her firm buttock to roll her to one side of the bed.

Spreading the damp cotton atop the expensive silk I imagine the juice from our pussies that will soon be running. Her mother must have no suspicions of what we're doing.

To my surprise, as I join her on the bed, Cheryl takes the initiative. In the days since she became my lover she's been ready to accept my lips, tongue; and fingers; before her own breathtaking assaults upon my sex.

Sliding her smooth and silky body on top of me she presses her small breasts against mine then pushes her large vulva firmly against me while cupping and caressing my throbbing breasts. Then her mouth finds mine and her tongue slips between my lips then explores my mouth and tongue.

For a while I simply slip my hands down to her taut rump and press her against me, enjoying the burning heat of my mymphet's body.

Then her mouth leaves mine as she rears back and plants her by now dripping labia onto mine then begins to thrust upon me. My fingers peel back my own larger but equally soaked lips, plastering them against hers, and let her fuck me like a man would.

Her hands are clamped on my rounded hips, her lips are drawn back showing her perfect pearly teeth. Her small breasts are swollen with passion and her pink nipples are un-naturally distended.

Her clit is small but mine is also quite small compared with many of the women or girls I've had sex with. However when they occasionally glide across each others, our bodies tremble and shiver with ecstacy.

There's no thought in my mind of a slow and building climax and Cheryl's youth means she's not prepared to wait for her own orgasm so I begin thrusting my pussy up at hers as the noises start.

"Oh God Sue, harder, I'm cumming, cumming now."

I can't use words so close am I to exploding.

Uhhh! Nnnggg! Oh oh oh!

Cheryl cums onto me, her cum cream soaks my crotch as she wriggles her hips and humps my burning sex. Next I erupt, I'm always a wet cummer but with this wild sexpot I'm like a hose. My squirt, up from my slit, sprays Cheryl's outer labia and into her flooded canal.

Slumping down onto me she gasps for breath, as I do. Gently I stroke the delicate ridge of her spine while she sleepily nuzzles my tender breasts, bruised by her passion.

The room remains silent except for the sound of our breathing but my needs and my lover's aren't satisfied yet. Leaving Cheryl face down I move behind her and part her pert buttocks, gazing down at her tightly puckered anus. She realises what I'm about to do and quivers in anticipation. I've learnt she loves this.

With the tip of my stiffened tongue I probe the taut and rose/brown flesh. Cheryl moans wordlessly then grunts as I force my tongue into her anal passage; simultaneously I thrust two fingers into her sopping vagina and ream her tender flesh.

She rises onto all-fours so she can press her rump back at me as her second orgasm sends her writhing against my tongue and fingers.

Crumpled flat her slim shape lays still while her crease leaks a trickle of cream, less than before but thicker and whiter. I lick up her sweet juices as she mumbles contentedly.

My own fires are blazing once more but have I exhausted my little darling beyond loving me again? No! Her appetites and skills for a child still stun me. Then a soft voice in the shadowed room excites me.

"Are you ready Sue? I want to make you cum."

She knows what I want as well as I know what drives her wild. I poise myself on my knees, one hand braced on the mattress, my cheek pressed onto the spread. With my free hand I reach back stretching my pussy so it gapes wider. Then I feel her warm breath on my labia and tremble in anticipation.

Her tongue and lips come at me from the rear, licking, sucking; and probing deeper than any of my child lovers have ever penetrated. Her tongue's skill is, for so young a girl, amazing and I feel my next orgasm about to cut loose. Then Cheryl returns the compliment as two small fingers press themselves into my anus, past my sphincter, then fuck my back passage hard.

How long I glory in her frantic attentions I've no idea as I whimper my way to my second squirt. My cries become louder until I scream out my wild climax. My spray this time is less spectacular, no woman can shoot indefinately, but my multiple is astounding. Thrashing, writhing, twitching; Cheryl gives me no rest or respite with mouth and fingers till it seems I briefly black out.

Finally, clear headed again, I force myself and Cheryl to face the end of our loving. Marsha, her mother, will soon be home. Bundling that towel up I'm amazed at the quantity of juices that our bodies have ejected but the cotton has mainly saved the silk spread, only a few damp spots show.

There's a laundry room along the landing so I bundle the towel into the machine and set the cycle running then urge Cheryl to join me in the shower to remove the sticky signs of our love making. In the huge chrome steel and frosted glass cabinet, under the streams of hot water, I lather us both with a pine scented gel that soon foams then Cheryl annoints my groin and rear.

Her insatiable appetite rears its head again and her fingers dig into my soapy pussy and enter my tender anus once more. I grasp the shower rail, spread my thighs, then let her run wild.

My cum is fast and brutally hard as her hands penetrate me deeply while my orgasms go off like fire crackers and my thighs are soaked by more than water.

Next I give her the same. Her huge climax arrives as I almost rape her anal and vaginal canals with my eager hands. Together we collapse to the floor as the steaming water washes away our mingled love cream.

Back in Cheryl's room I start to dress as she wriggles into tight, white, shorts. Topped with a skin hugging tee shirt that makes her nipples poke through the thin cloth and even now makes my clit twitch at the sight of her perfect body.

"Sue I'm having a party for my friends next week and I want you to come too."

"Me love? Why would you want an old lady like me at a party for eleven and twelve year olds?"

Her grin spreads as she trumps my card.

"Because it's going to be a "Pool Party" Sue. I want all my friends to see how well you've taught me to swim and maybe you'll get some more classes if they tell their parents about you."

I scratch my head and consider. Where's the harm? A crowd of kids and their parents sitting around the pool while the kids splash and play, then snacks and drinks. Maybe I can pick up some more work too?

"Fine love but you'll have to okay it with your mother."

"Already have Sue and she says it's fine. Just one more thing though. Could you wear a sexier swim suit that day?"

Grinning I dig into my holdall and drag out a few scraps of silky black cloth that prove to be the skimpiest of bikini's.

"As long as your mother doesn't think I'll be showing too much flesh wearing this."

Her admiring glance tells me she approves of my choice of brief and sexy swimwear. Then speak of the devil and smell brimstone. Right then the intercom box on the wall crackles.

"Buzz me in please Cheryl will you, I've left my swipe card in your father's car."

By the time Marsha's Lexus cruises up to the front door the two of us are innocently chatting in the loungue. The impeccable Marsha joins us. It's easy to see where Cheryl's looks and figure come from. Marsha is a larger, older, and more voluptuous version of her daughter.

Identical silver-gilt hair, pale freckled skin, stunning emerald eyes; and only her hourglass figure differs from her still developing child. Though in her stilletto heels she is not that much taller than Cheryl.

"Susan how has my daughter performed today?"

It flickers through my perverted mind to reply that her daughter is the best tween pussy eater I've ever met but common sense prevails.

"She's doing wonderfully Marsha, a few more lessons and all she will need is to build stamina and she'll be a strong swimmer. Her technique is already remarkable."

Again those evil thoughts, Cheryl's technique is remarkable both in the pool and in bed.

Rising from her chair Marsha gestures to her daughter.

"Cheryl dear will you please ring your father and tell him to check his car for my gate swipe card then give Susan and I a little time alone. We've got a few things to discuss, money matters included."

A slightly huffy Cheryl quits the room as Marsha leads me along the corridor and into that incredible kitchen, pausing to fill herself a glass of iced water from the dispenser on the enormous doubled doored fridge/freezer. Then she turns to me.

"Susan you are coming to to this silly pool party thing of my daughter's aren't you? She's been pestering my husband and me ever since she came up with the idea and insists that you've got to attend. You've made an amazing impression on her and I really hope you'll come."

My mind was already made up; I'd never disappoint my young lover.

"Of course I will Marsha; I'll be pleased and proud to show her friends how good a pupil she's become."

"Excellant Sue! Have you seen this picture? It's Cheryl on her school sports day along with the friends that will be at the party."

She leads me to a framed photograph on the kitchen table. Oh God what have I let myself in for? They're the girls Cheryl's told me about, Karen, Jasmine; Laura; Simone; and Felicity. Each and every one a gorgeous young pre-teen. Tall or short, three white, one ebony black, one sylphlike oriental.

Blonds, redhead, silky black; the black girl has her head almost shaved but looks hyper sexy that way. They are all clad in tee shirts and the briefest of shorts. It looks like the tween harem I'd die for! I give the photo a glassy smile.

"What lovely children Marsha I'm looking forward to meeting them already."

She stares at the picture a little longer then turns back to me.

"Now there's that matter of money I was talking about. David, my husband, and me as well; think your fees are so reasonable and I want to ask you something. Do you teach advanced adult classes? I can swim but I'm so impressed with how you've worked with Cheryl I'd like you to train me."

Wow! this is paying off! I've got a heavenly tween lover and now extra fees for working with her mother.

"I'd be happy to Marsha, tell me when and I'll book your lessons."

She's still sipping from that glass of ice water as if her mouth's dry and I can seem to sense a slight hint of nervousness. She moves nearer to me and I catch the scent of a subtle, flowery perfume. Probably costs a week of my fees!

"You know Sue I don't think of you as an employee, you're more of a friend now."

She's right on top of me now and I'm puzzled.

"In fact you could be more than a friend."

She pulls me close and kisses me hard on my mouth. For a second I'm stunned and before I can react her right hand is cupping one breast while the other has slithered up and under my skirt. Her fingers tug aside the narrow strap of my thong and probe my puffy and tender labia.

Thank the lord for that shower or she would have found stale and sticky cum, some of it her daughters. My sexual appetite is massive but even I'm surprised by how quickly I'm aroused after the way Cheryl and I had coupled. I slump back against the tiled wall, spreading my thighs to give her access to my eager cunt.

"We'll have to be quick Sue; I daren't have Cheryl walk in on us like this. I need a woman to make me cum; it's been too long."

Jesus like mother like daughter! Then she hustles me over to the butchers block kitchen table, her fingers still buried between my thighs. I manage to claw down her silk panties before she boosts me onto the table top, flat on my back on the polished wood.

Marsha straddles my face then lowers her oozing crack till it touches my mouth while her head burrows between my thighs and our tongues and lips go to work, busily and expertly.

Her tongue, like her daughters, is very long and slender and penetrates my outer labia then caresses the inner wings, by now swimming in milky juice. I lick her arse ring then back to her shaven pussy, back and forth until her thighs are shaking like a leaf.

Her clit comes next, taking it in my lips, I find it's long and swollen. When her tongue finds my love bead we cum together. Hugely but in a strangled and gasping attempt at silence. Cheryl must not hear our cries of ecstacy.

Our faces washed and our thighs and pussies hastily cleansed Marsha and I rearrange our rumpled clothes then quit the kitchen. The musky scent of sex lingering in the air. Her face is flushed, she's still breathing harshly but a smile of satisfaction is painted on her face and her crimson though smeared lips.

At the front door Cheryl awaits us.

"So Sue you'll definitely be here next Friday for Cheryl's party? She'll be disappointed if you don't and so will I."

These last words send a shiver down my spine. The daughter's amazing and now the mother's proved a wild and thrilling lover so I'll have to be doubly careful.

There's also the thought about how I'll have to behave when I share the pool with five other sexy little school friends of Cheryl. All their mothers aren't likely to want to fuck my pussy like Marsha just has but they'll be there watching me.

Despite having been screwed almost senseless several times today, as I look back in the wing mirror of my aged Land Rover, my pussy throbs. I can see Marsha; her arm around her daughter. They are both waving me goodbye but in a week I'll be partying with them in more ways than one!

More from Sue, Marsha, Cheryl and others next in "Pool Party."