"...1754 Gleason," the radio dispatcher said. "It's a new account, Phil, a very rich account."
"Ok, but I was hoping to knock off for the day. My friends tell me there are some killer waves off Black Beach right now."
"Sorry, Phil. It's your last stop for the day."
"Ok," he said resentfully. It seemed that there was always "just one more stop" with this company. He had been working for them for over two years, what could be so important about cleaning a pool, he wondered? Was there really a pool cleaning emergency? Hell, everybody wanted to be first, everybody wanted preferential treatment. But they all wanted to pay rock bottom when it came to tips.
"Dam!" he said, slapping the dash. He slowed the big white truck and made a u-turn. With thoughts on the huge waves cresting off Black Beach, and his friends out enjoying them. He turned and headed toward a pool cleaning emergency, where a high classed party totally destroyed the water in an olympic sized pool. Now he was to fix it, without draining the pool if possible.
"They had better pay big on this one," he growled. He found the house, a spanish hacienda with a red tiled roof. He turned and pulled up into the short driveway. As he shut off the engine he saw a face appear in the window. It was a teenaged female face. She had dark brown hair, a slightly Spanish look, nicely tanned, and a pouting expression. His interest began to raise. From what he could see from one quick glance, she was highly fuckable.
Phil took his PH meter, water analyzer, and a few choice chemical tests from the back of the truck. He stopped at the wooden gate and rang the old fashioned bell. It clanged as he pulled the rope. How quaint, he thought as he looked around. He had a wonderful view of the valley, and far off he could see the ocean he was missing. Seven or eight houses dotted the valley between him and the ocean. Well down the valley, near the ocean, he could see a highway filled with afternoon traffic. That would be highway 1, his gateway to great surfing. What a way to spend a fucking Friday, he thought as he waited.
"Yes?" A female voice asked from the other side of the fence. He knew they had seen him, they knew who he was from the huge sign on the side of the truck, so what was the holdup?
"Do I fix your pool or not?" he asked, suddenly angry at the delay. He should have been surfing, not facing an old faded wooden fence and an unknown voice.
"Oh, the pool man," the gate suddenly opened. Phil was embarrassed to see that the girl was not the one he had seen in the window. She was about ten years older and a real fox.
"Sorry, I thought you were... somebody else," he said in embarassment. He could see the chair with a towel laid out across it. The woman must have been sunbathing, maybe even asleep.
"No problem. Bad day?"
"There's the pool," she pointed at the pool. It looked like pool of mud.
"What happened?" he asked in disgust.
"We had a party. I think somebody pulled a prank on us. I don't think they'd do it maliciously. Can you fix it?"
"I don't know. I will take a sample and see if I have the chemicals to treat it. If you need to refill it, the fire department can do it for you. It would only take a day or two."
"My God, it would cost a fortune up here," she said, returning to her chair.
Phil agreed as he filled a glass picture with pool water. He pulled a cord from the analyzer and dropped it into the picture. It came back negative. He used the oldest testing method in the world. He sniffed the picture.
"Chocolate," he said in amusement. It would take a gallon of chocolate to cloud a pool this size, he thought to himself. Well, it was an easy fix. He had several bottles of concentrated chlorine in the truck. It took only a moment to pour the chlorine in. It began working in his area immediately. In an hour the pool would be clear and he could drop in the de-chlorinating crystals.
He hummed to himself as he waited. The sexy blonde was laying with her head back, her long slender legs extended, one laying out straight, one kinked. They were perfect. She was wearing a black and white halter topped bikini. It was small, but tasteful. She was sexy, if not beautiful. She had long blonde hair, sexy brown cat-like eyes, and a long forehead.
Near her right hand was a hardbound book and a small ice chest of drinks. He licked his lips as he looked at the top of several glass bottles. He was dying of thirst and out of Avion.
"What the hell are you looking at?" a snarling voice came from the back door of the house. It was the little brat from the window. She couldn't have been more than 18, but she was a small little snot who needed a lesson or two.
"The fucking ice chest, why?" he challenged.
"Yeah, right," she laughed.
"Have you got a fucking problem?" he asked, advancing toward her.
"Stephanie!" The blonde screamed in outrage.
"He was checking you out while you were asleep, mother," she snarled the word.
"Mother?" Phil asked in confusion. The blonde couldn't be more that 28 herself.
"Not really," the blonde said, "she's my husbands daughter from a previous marriage. She just likes to call me mother to embarrass me."
"I'd slap the little bitch up," Phil snarled, looking at the bitchy pose and heaving chest of the brat.
"Be my guest. I'll pay you if you like."
"Don't you fucking dare!" the girl screamed.
Phil advanced with a depraved expression. He licked his lips as he looked down at her gently rounded ass. "When's the last time you had a good spanking?" he asked as he moved faster.
"Don't you dare," she screamed in a high-pitched voice. "Mother!" she yelled, sprinting for the door. Phil caught her just before she reached it. She turned and swung at him. He caught her hand in his own. He clamped down on it and dragged her along behind. He struggled with her until they reached the diving board. He sat on the board and pulled her to him. He twisted her until she was laying over his lap. With no hesitation, he brought his hand down on the squirming butt in his lap.
The girl screamed and threatened. Phil was pleased with the impact on the palm of his hand, and the resounding slap that echoed around the small courtyard. Her screams intensified. Phil brought his hand down three more times in rapid succession. She screamed even harder, struggling to break free. The blonde was laughing and clapping her hands. This seemed to further infuriate Stephanie.
Phil paused for a moment, feeling the lith, slender body across his legs. She really did have an excellent figure. She was wearing a blue bikini with yellow flowers on it. Tasteless, but cute on her tiny ass.
"Stop struggling or I will spank you again," he said calmly.
"My daddy will sue you. He will have your dick cut off," she screamed, pushing against his leg. With a sigh, he drew his hand back and spanked her four more times. Real tears were coming from her eyes now. Phil was beginning to feel a little sorry for her, until the verbal garbage came spewing out of her mouth. He spanked her three more times and she stopped screaming and resorted to sobbing.
Reluctantly, Phil stood her up and turned her to face him.
"It's not nice to scream at people you don't know," he said sagely, even though he was barely older than she was. The spanking had released all the anger and tension from the day. He felt a lot better. But the feeling of her stomach and thighs across his legs stuck in his memory. He realized in embarassment, that his dick was hard. The little bitch had turned him on.
"I hate you!" she screamed, swinging at his face. He easily dodged the blow and grabbed her hand once more. He pulled her into his lap, with his arms wrapped around her body.
"What she needs is a good fucking," the blonde said, putting her sunglasses back on and laying back to continue her sun tan.
"That's all I need, go to jail for fucking a little tease."
"You won't go to jail, you have my permission. Fuck her eyes out," the woman said without looking up.
"You can't do that," the girl screamed.
"Where is her father?" Phil asked, nervous at the thought of meeting her father in the middle of a good fuck.
"Turkey, I think. Either that or the Bahamas. He's on a three month tour. He plays the drums for some band," she said in a bored voice.
"Great. Could you hold the little bitch while I fuck her?"
"Sure," the blonde said, sitting up again.
"Mother!" the girl screamed.
"Oh stop saying that. I am not your mother. It's time that your were embarrassed as badly as you embarrass me," she said with a wicked smirk.
Struggling with the girl, Phil dragged her to the chair where the woman was lying. She scooted back a little and indicated that he should lay the girl between her legs. Phil threw the girl to the chair, and the woman grabbed her arms.
Phil took a white towel off the table and dropped it in a pile on the white cement. He knelt behind the struggling girl and ran his hands over her ass. She stopped struggling for a moment, then intensified her struggles. She managed to claw the blonde's stomach with her nails. The blonde looked down in outrage, released one hand and struck Stephanie across the face with a resounding blow. Stephanie began crying again. A dark welt appeared on her cheek.
"You lay there and take your fucking, or I will beat you to death," the blonde said viscously. "Do you understand me?"
Stephanie didn't answer.
"Do you!" the blonde screamed, yanking her head up by her hair.
"Yes," Stephanie shouted.
The girl stopped struggling, sobbing quietly.
"I can't," Phil said, raising his hands. "Not like this."
"Oh well," the blonde released Stephanie's other hand. "At least she's not quite as snotty as she was. Maybe I can live with her for a day or two. Go on, get out of here," she said, pushing Stephanie off the chair.
Stephanie hurried inside, holding a hand to her face. Phil reluctantly watched her tight little ass as she ran away. It jiggled nicely in her small blue bikini.
"Too bad," he said, shaking his head.
"You passed up a good fuck," the blonde said.
"I can't rape her. But that spanking sure turned me on."
"Maybe I could do something about that, if you'd settle for an older lady."
"Oh hell yes," he gasped, looking over her long, slender figure. She was a babe.
"But..." he looked around.
"But?" she asked in disappointment.
"I need the bathroom."
"Oh, inside and to the left."
Phil went inside and whistled in appreciation. The house was huge on the inside. It looked much larger than it had on the outside. He walked around quietly, surveying the house. He suddenly wondered where the little bitch was. Was she on the phone to the police, or her daddy? Maybe he had better check. If he was quick, he could make it out of the valley before the police arrived.
Phil wandered from room to room, searching for Stephanie. He heard a noise while he was at the far end of the house. He retraced his steps and found Stephanie standing in front of the rear window. He watched, trying to figure out what she was doing. She suddenly took a step back with a giggle, and turned to go outside. A video camera sat on a tripod, it was facing the pool area.
"The little bitch," Phil said quietly. He hurried up to the camera, found it on, and quickly shut it off. He took out the tape, looked around and tossed it behind the couch. He closed the door on the camera and rushed out to find the bathroom.
"Feeling better?" the blonde asked as he returned to the pool.
"Much better," he said, glancing at Stephanie, where she relaxed on the diving board.
"Why didn't you want to fuck me?" Stephanie asked in an beguiling tone.
"I do, but I won't rape you. Your first time should be enjoyable, memorable. You always remember your first time."
"Would you fuck me now, if I ask you?" she said sweetly.
"Stephanie, what are you up to?" the blonde asked suspiciously.
"It's only natural," Phil said, giving her a meaningful look. "Nobody likes being rejected."
"Yeah," the blonde said.
"So will you fuck me?"
"Sure," Phil said, restraining a shout of glee.
"Can we make it a three way, mom?" she asked, looking at the blonde.
"I am not your mom, Stephanie. I am not old enough to be your mom and have no intention of playing the part."
"Very well, Elizabeth, will you make it a three- way."
"Oh, I guess," she said, looking at Phil.
"You're bi?" Phil asked in excitement.
"Extremely," she grinned, rolling her eyes.
"I've always wanted... Oh my God," he gasped, looking from one to the other. He had two reasons for his exclamation. One at the thought of making love to one woman, while she made love to another. And one for the thought of what would have been on that camera, if he had not caught her. What was her motive, blackmail, death by husband? He couldn't wait to see the little bitch's face, when she found the camera was empty.
"Will that chair hold the three of us?" Phil asked. It was a very large reclining lawn chair. It looked sturdy enough.
"Oh yes, my husband only get's the very best," Beth said in a bored voice.
"I can see that," Phil said, looking at Beth. Her eyes lit in appreciation. Stephanie made a gagging motion with her finger. The little bitch had spunk.
This time Stephanie sat on the chair and slid up to the head of it while Beth laid face down between her thighs. Just seeing Beth with her face in her daughter's crotch was worth taking a chance on death. It was one of Phil's most cherished fantasies, the one he always used when he masturbated.
"Here we go again," Phil said joyfully. He positioned the towel to protect his knees and knelt behind Beth. He ran his hands over her shapely ass, which was only about two feet from the end of the chair. He leaned down and kissed her leg. It smelled like coconut. He kept watch on Beth's movements, while kissing his way up the back of both of her widespread legs. He certainly didn't want to miss anything.
Stephanie calmly reached down and pulled the bows on each side of her bikini. She yanked them down, opening the front of her bikini and revealing a splendid little tight-lipped pussy with dark brown hair. Phil gasped in appreciation.
"Take off the top," Phil urged. Stephanie reached behind her and untied the top, without hesitation. She yanked it off to reveal a wonderful set of breasts.
"My God, they're perfect," Phil gasped. Stephanie gave the first real smile since he'd met her. She was very cute, when she wasn't making ugly faces.
Beth moved closer to her daughter's crotch and licked it briefly. Stephanie closed her eyes and sighed. An exquisite shiver ran over her body.
Beth moved her mouth forward and kissed Stephanie's little pussy, then began licking it rhythmically. Stephanie gave a little squeal and dropped her hands to Beth's head. She ran her fingers through Beth's hair, as Beth liberally bathed her pussy with a long, agile tongue.
"Oh fuck yes," Stephanie gasped. She began rocking forward and back against Beth's mouth. It was the most erotic thing that Phil had ever seen. His cock was rock hard and aching for a hot, moist hole to fuck. And the hole was just inches away and waiting.
Beth was wearing a white bikini with a multitude of black stripes. As he drew close to it he felt himself going cross-eyed just looking at it. With a smile he untied the strings and pulled the back open. He may have never seen a more perfect ass in his life. It was gently rounded, blending smoothly between her ass and legs. The crack of her ass was open, displaying her small puckered asshole. Not one bit of flesh was discolored or ugly. It was all one huge expanse of perfection. Only the tan line marred the beautiful surface.
"Holy shit," Phil gasped. He leaned forward and lovingly massaged the firm flesh of her thighs, while he bathed her ass with his tongue. Her flesh was hot and pleasant under his touch. Once again he encountered the smell of coconut. He loved coconut.
Stephanie was moaning loudly now. Beth worked quickly and efficiently between her daughter's legs. Her mouth licked, sucked, and nibbled frantically. Her hands were around the Stephanie's slender legs, holding them in place when Stephanie jerked and hunched her pussy wildly.
Phil could not have asked for a better show. His cock was about to die of deprivation.
Phil dropped his tongue to Beth's ass hole and licked it liberally, then pressed his tongue against the entrance and tried to wiggle his way inside. She moaned and moved her ass against his tongue. With his hands mashing the flesh of her ass cheeks, his tongue stroked her asshole several times, getting her hotter and hotter. Finally she reached behind her own ass, placed a hand on his head and shoved it down.
Although Phil badly wanted to taste her pussy, he would lose the wonderful view. He was mesmerized by the sight of Beth's sweet mature face lapping away at Stephanie's little twat. It was pure heaven.
Phil found Beth's dark, swollen pussy lips and licked them. His tongue worked it's way inside her fragrant box and began cleaning it. She wiggled her ass against his tongue. She was very hot and wet. She was really turned on by eating her daughter's pussy. Who wouldn't be.
Beth watched Stephanie's beautiful face, while licking her tiny pussy. She was beautiful, when she didn't try hard to make herself look ugly. Her slender thighs felt good on Beth's cheeks. Beth's hair tickled the inside of Stephanie's legs, further adding to her stimulation.
Phil's mouth was really going at Beth's pussy now. Phil loved eating pussy. He had eaten virtually every girl he had ever dated. But now was not the time to eat, it was time to fuck. He desperately wanted to see Beth eating Stephanie's pussy.
Beth licked and pulled at Stephanie's pussy lips several times. Stephanie pushed her pussy up into her face. Stephanie gave a crying moan, arching her back and rubbing her breasts in brutal fingers. She opened her eyes momentary and looked at the window where the camera was. She smirked and closed her eyes.
Beth's lips felt so soft and hot on her pussy. Her pussy lips were very aroused, sensitive to the slightest touch. Beth stiffened her tongue and flapped it up and down over Stephanie's clit. Stephanie arched her back and pressed her pussy hard against the agile tongue. It felt so wonderful inside her steaming pussy.
Stephanie raised up so she could see her mother eating her pussy. It was very erotic. Her stepmother really was a beautiful woman, but she would be history after her father viewed the tape. Beth nipped at Stephanie's clit, as if reading her mind, and Stephanie pulled her pussy away with a gasp. Beth aggressively pursued it, capturing her sweet pussy with an open mouth and sucking it, while her tongue explored the entire inside of it's moist surface. Stephanie cried out loudly. Beth looked up into her daughter's eyes with a fond look.
For a moment, just a moment, Stephanie loved her stepmother with all her heart. Beth was giving the ultimate gift, the most one woman could give to another. She was eating the pussy of another woman. It was a very great compliment.
Phil was tired of eating a pussy, when he could be fucking it and watching the show. He began disrobing, while continuing to eat her delicious box. Like it or not, it was time to fuck Beth. He sat up and slid close to her ass. Her legs were widespread, one hanging off each side of the chair. He slide close enough to touch her pussy with his cock. He put his bent legs over Beth's and slid his cock into her hot pussy. He shivered as his throbbing cock entered her hot, wet tunnel. It felt so wonderful. The electric thrills shot through his cock, balls and clear into his ass. He gave a little cry as he scooted closer and sank even more cock into her hot pussy.
With his legs tightly hugging her firm ass, he began gently rocking forward and back. He placed his hands on her firm ass cheeks and mashed them, while watching her head bobbing in her daughter's crotch. It was so fucking erotic.
Stephanie was now watching him with half closed, bedroom eyes. She was sexy as hell. She raised her right foot and extended it before his face. He looked at it in wonder for a moment, then took it. As he gently rocked his penis into her mother's pussy, he sucked on Stephanie's toes. She squirmed. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. With Beth's mouth on her pussy, and Phil's mouth on her toe, she felt a thrill rushing through her entire body.
Stephanie shivered noticeably. She gave a loud cry and grabbed her mother's head, shoving it tightly into her pussy. She gasped again, with her eyes widening.
"Oh fuck," she gasped once, then began bucking her pussy against Beth's mouth in the throes of a wild orgasm. Beth continued to lick her daughter as she came. Stephanie's cries grew louder and more desperate. She thrashed around on the chair, a desperate look on her face, while she came on her stepmother's face.
Beth's face was now very juicy. It slid easily between Stephanie's bucking thighs. She held her mouth firmly pressed over Stephanie's pussy, allowing her to ride out her orgasm on a warm set of sucking lips, without further stimulation. A flashing tongue would cause pain at that point.
"Oh yes, mother," Stephanie gasped as her tremors lessened. "Oh fuck yes," she groaned, holding her mother's head firmly between her legs. Slowly she relaxed and released Beth. Beth lifted her wet face and looked at Stephanie. Stephanie was very satisfied, it showed in her face.
"Kiss me," Beth commanded. Stephanie looked skeptical, but she finally leaned forward and kissed Beth. She licked her lips, tasting her own juices. She moaned and kissed Beth again. She looked down at Phil's cock, smoothly sliding in and out of Beth's pussy.
"You said you'd fuck me," Stephanie pouted.
Phil looked down at Stephanie's little shaved clam. It was beautiful, and extremely fuckable. Could he get the little bitch to eat her mother? He might be doing Beth a favor if he could.
"You're right," he said with a quick smile. Beth looked around, disappointed and a little angry. "But what about Beth?" he asked as if he were faced with an insurmountable problem.
"What?" Stephanie looked uncertain.
"I can't leave Beth hanging, she will come in a minute or two."
"I... I will do her," Stephanie said quietly. Beth looked up in surprise. She looked back at Phil and gave him a amazed look. Phil simply smiled and pulled out of Beth's pussy.
"Up here," Phil patted the chair as Beth crawled up to take Stephanie's place.
"Lay on your back," Phil whispered. Stephanie laid on her back. She raised her legs and Phil grabbed them, pulling her down against his wet cock. He inserted it into Stephanie's pussy, with her mother's juices still on it. It slid in easily. Stephanie was very hot and tight. She was wet from her previous eating and orgasm. The combination was perfect.
"Oh my god," Phil gasped as his cock filled her tight pussy. "You are one great fuck," he gasped. Beth gave a pout, before she swung a leg over her daughter's face and lowered her crotch to her waiting mouth. Beth was turned so she could watch Phil fuck her daughter. It was a great show, very erotic. She loved watching a stiff cock slide into a pussy, even if the pussy wasn't her own.
"Oh yeah," she said as Stephanie's mouth started working on her pussy. She could feel her excited pussy draining lubricant into Stephanie's upturned mouth. That was one of the hazards of being on the downside of an excited pussy. But Beth handled it well. She sucked and drank, then began licking rapidly like a dog.
"Kiss me," Beth said to Phil. She leaned forward and put her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately for several minutes, then she leaned her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"What's going on?" Phil explained about the camera and how he had turned it off. Beth pressed her mouth against the side of his neck, to muffled a snort of laughter.
"Wonderful," she finally said.
Phil kissed her again. His cock was sliding smoothly into Stephanie's tight pussy. He was holding her legs in the crook of each arm. He leaned down and kissed her knee, then leaned forward and captured one of Beth's tiny nipples. He sucked it into his mouth until it became rigid. She was riding rhythmically on her daughter's mouth. Her face showed the erotic thrills she was feeling. Rocking gently, she held Phil's mouth against her breast. Phil was finding it hard to fuck Stephanie while nursing on Beth, so he reluctantly sat up and contented himself with mashing Beth's small breasts in his hands. For a mature, beautiful woman, she certainly did have small little tits. But that made her even more sexy, in Phil's eyes.
Beth closed her eyes and bit her lip. She opened them again and gave Phil an urgent look. Suddenly she cried out and rode frantically, until her pussy exploded with an orgasm. Crying and gasping, she brutally rode her daughter's face, humping her sex against Stephanie's mouth and nose to heighten her climax. She continued for several minutes, then began to slow her frantic gyrations. Stephanie desperately struggled to move Beth's pussy.
"I think you're smothering her," Phil said as he increased his tempo.
"I know," Beth leered. She finally pulled her pussy off of Stephanie's face. Stephanie gasped for air. She heaved up off the chair, gasping for breath. Her face was coated with juice. Her hair was wet and matted. Finally she glared at her mother, then grabbed Phil's neck. With her hands locked behind his neck, she began slamming her pussy against his cock. Phil knew the signs, Stephanie was about to cum. He was only moments away himself.
Gasping and rocking urgently, with her eyes wide in anticipation, Stephanie looked into Phil's eyes as she brought herself to her own orgasm. She shrieked and arched her back, continuing her wild ride on his impaling cock. He slapped his pelvis forward to meet her desperate humping pussy. He was going to cum. It was only moments... to late, Stephanie stopped and collapsed on the chair, pulling his cock out of her pussy in the process. He desperately tried to slide closer, but she laughed and pulled away.
In horror, Phil realized that she had done it on purpose. The deceiving little bitch. Beth saw the problem and came to his rescue. She lowered her mouth and took his cock into her warm, red lips. She sucked urgently for only a moment, before he came explosively. He held her head as his cock emptied the contents of his balls, into her sweet lips. She drank greedily, then held still until his cock relaxed and began to shrink. She sat up and kissed him, then glared at her daughter.
"You little bitch," Beth growled.
"Serves him right. He hit me."
She stepped up onto the diving board, adjusting her bathing suit as she walked.
"Don't go into the pool until I'm finished with it," Phil warned, slowly sitting up and redressing.
"Fuck you. I'll go in if I want too," she said, bouncing twice and diving in. She swam to the far end, then pulled herself out.
"It's smells like chlorine," she complained, sniffing her arms.
"It's clear," Beth said happily.
"It should be, I put what would be about a hundred gallons of regular bleach into it. I can put the neutralizer in now," he said with a laugh.
"Will it hurt her?" Beth asked in real concern.
"No, but it will bleach the hell out of her," he laughed loudly as Stephanie went inside. Phil knew where she was going. He couldn't wait.
"Bleach her suit?"
"Her suit, her hair, her eyebrows, even her tan," he said as he filled out the bill for the pool job. He handed it to her.
"Sorry, but the chemical are expensive," he said as he handed her the bill.
"Nonsense, my husband is rich." She picked up a checkbook and filled it out for an outrageous amount. She handed it to him, just as the screams started.
"You fucking son-of-a-bitch. You dirty fucking bastard!" her screams came from the other side of the window.
"What a mouth," Phil said as he picked up his equipment.
He bent down and kissed Beth, then started for the back gate.
"See you next month," Beth waved.
"You might want to be there, when she looks in the mirror," Phil called.
He heard the chair creak as Beth stood and hurried into the house. He smiled as he opened the gate and took his equipment to the truck. He had just started the engine when the screams began. Phil was still laughing when he reached the highway far below.