COME FIX THE POOL

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The boys were gone for their week at camp, and it was real quiet at our house without the screeching, yelling kids in the pool for a few days.  I had notified everyone that the pool would be closed for repairs for this week. 

I had cleaned up the pump house, lubed the pump, and painted the pump, piping and the big filter with Rustoleum after I back washed the filter and added a couple of sacks of fresh sand.  I had painted the pool house, and now I was busy at the job I hated most.  Cleaning out old crumbling grout around the tiled edge of the pool and replacing it.  It was the cleaning out I didn't like to do.  But it had to be done, or the water would get under the tiles and loosen them.  There were only a couple of small bad places and lucky for me, both were in the shallow end. I could stand in the water and do it. 

I had everything closed up and locked, but if someone really wants to find you...

“JIM!”

I jumped, and dropped my awl I was using to dig out the old grout.  “Huh?”  I looked around.

There on the pool deck behind me, standing with hands on hips was Janet.  She smiled at me sweetly as I got my heart rate back down to normal.

“How did you get back here?”

“I had to climb over the fence.  I knocked and I called, but you had all the doors locked and you didn't come.”

“Oh...   Like I wanted to keep people out?”

“Yeah.”  My sarcasm was wasted on this girl.

“Um, what did you want, Janet?”

“Can you play?”

I thought a brief moment.  I had a couple more days to fix the tile.  With absolutely no one else around, I might never have another shot at Janet like this one.  “Sure!  Let me get my tools put away.  Want a candy bar?”  Candy was always good to distract her attention.

“Yes.”

“Got time for a boob treatment?”

“Sure.” 

Playing with Janet didn't mean games or anything like that.  Playing with Janet had come to mean we spent time together, me giving her my undivided attention, and administering to her every need, which I had steered to be more and more sexual as spring turned into summer.  We had the boob treatment, which gave me free access to her developing little breast nubbins.  We had an on and off sexual touching that was limited to the upper part of her slit and clit only.  And a couple times lately, when she was really distracted, I had managed a finger in her vagina, but not for very long. 

It was the idea of getting something in her vagina that had me going today.  So I was more than ready to play.

“Get ready for the treatment,” I said as I headed into the house.  I came back with my 'formula' which was nothing but unscented, greaseless hand lotion.  I had convinced Janet that it was my 'Boob Enhancement' formula, and it had enhanced her budding breasts. Actually I had just taken advantage of a growth spurt which I could see signs of a few weeks ago.  Janet was vain, spoiled, contrary and not too intelligent when it came to con men.  The “Doctors” had even told me that sucking on the little nubbins heated and moistened them to open the pores.  She ate it up while I ate them up. How sweet it was!

When I got back out, Janet was reclining on the lounge in the shaded bower which was secluded and quiet.  Only one lounge had the pad still on it, the rest of the pads were on the deck.  I had cleaned and scrubbed them all.  Janet was lying with t-shirt and swimsuit bra off, ready for her treatment.  I handed her the candy bar.

“Why are you doing all this work, Jim?”

“Because no one else will do it.”

“I could help you.  I want to swim here again. It's not so much fun at Ellen's pool.  It is only girls there.”  I think she meant nobody felt her up there.

“Well, part of the reason is all the boys are away at camp.  There won't be any boys here either.”

“That's okay.  You do more fun stuff,” meaning I felt her up here.

“I'll tell you what.  You let me do whatever I want for thirty minutes, and I will open up the pool tomorrow afternoon.  Just for you.”

“You want to do all that nasty stuff all the time.”  Ah, that is my contrary girl speaking.

“You like some of it.  Twenty five minutes.  You hold the watch and time me.  Let me take care of your treatment while you think about it.”  I knew I was taking unfair advantage of the poor kid, but all is fair in love and war.

Janet leaned back as I leaned over her and kissed and sucked in first one tiny nipple and then the other.  They were not as tiny as they were six weeks ago, but they had a ways to go.  Now in her t-shirts, there were two definite bumps, which Janet was convinced was the result of my free treatments.  She was a satisfied customer, if you ever saw one.  To say that she liked the treatments might be an understatement. She loved them.  And I had tried to put into her mind the tie in between good feelings up on her chest, and the good feelings she got between her legs when I rarely got to caress her clit. 

From her sighs of contentment she was making, something was going right.  As I kissed and licked her nipples, my hands caressed her thighs up to her short bottoms, and her tummy down to her waistband; a concession I did not get a few days ago when I tried the same thing.  How did the saying go?  Absence and the heart grows fonder?  How about absence and the pussy?

For a change, there was no objection to my roving hands.  I let them rove to the snap and zipper on the side of her shorts.  I unfastened them and slid her shorts down a couple of inches.  I thought she was wearing her bathing suit bottoms under them.  I put my face up by her ear for a moment. 

“Let’s just slip these shorts off.  You got your bathing suit on.”

“No!”

“You will need to come in the pool later to help me.”

“Oh...   Well, okay then.”

She made no more objections as I pulled the shorts down and off.  I kissed down between her little breasts and down her chest to her tummy. 

My fingers took over on her breasts.  She didn't notice that I used no enhancer this time.  I might want to suck on those puppies again, and I wanted nothing but Janet's natural taste in my mouth.  Having paused at her belly button to dip in, I was getting close to the swim suit.

Janet did not have a bikini suit.  She compensated by leaving her draw string fairly loose, and rolling the material down until the slight flare of her hips was all that held her suit up.  This left the rolled down material about an inch above where her cleft started.  It drove me nuts because as I was so orally inclined, that expanse of slightly rounded belly was just waiting for a good licking.  But she always said no...

Today she was letting me lick it.  Down from the belly button, past the slight crease where tummy ended and Venus mound started.  My chin caught the roll of material and edged it down a half inch more. Almost to the cleft, and she wasn't stopping me.  In fact, she moaned in pleasure.  I took a chance.  I made a pass up to her belly button again, and pulled the center part of her suit down farther with my chin.  Down to where the cleft could be seen peeking out. Another half inch, and I would see clit.  I figured if I got there, I have got it made.  The trouble is, I had used all my slack.  The suit was held up by her hips, and by her rear end resting on it.  What to do?

I dropped my left hand to her right hip, tugged the suit down an inch, and then quick got my hand on her breast again.  Other hand to other hip.  Wonder of wonders!  She raised slightly to aid my effort!  I tugged this side down a couple of inches, then went back to the other side and pulled that side down even more.  The clit was exposed, and my lips were on it.  Another involuntary moan.  Janet has mellowed, she let me have her clit without a protest. 

Should I press my luck?  Get her naked?  Get between her legs?  I decided to try naked.  I dropped both hands to her hips and tugged the waistband down.  She lifted her butt, and the suit slid down her thighs to her knees.  I sat up and slid it off over her bare feet.

Janet was naked before me!  Nothing was covering her little ten year old body.  Janet opened her eyes.  She saw I was looking at her body, and she smiled an embarrassed little smile at me before she closed her eyes again.  I took it as surrender.  I took the clit in my mouth once more as I leaned over her lower body.  I thought I was going to finally have my way with Janet, I thought she was ready.  I wished she was naked on my bed.  Then I spotted the lounge pads on the deck.  They would do, I decided.  I picked Janet up and when she started to object I shushed her.

“Shhh!  We are just moving down here where no one can see us.”  No one could see us up where we were, but she didn't have to know that.

She stretched out on the mat, and shielded her eyes with her arm like they do when you are giving them pleasure.  I crawled between her legs, lapping avidly at the little clit as I spread the lips open with both thumbs.  I didn't take any chances, I concentrated on the clitoris and bringing her to a quick orgasm.  She had had one before, brought on by fingering, now I was going to let her see, or rather feel what a tongue could do to her clit. 

I was surprised that she was so accommodating today.  Janet was usually not so nice.  It could end any minute.  She must come before she can make up her mind to end it.

“Mmmmm.  Ooh!  Aah!”  The little girl thrust her hips up at my face, held them up while I tongued her clit fast and hard, and then she dropped back to the mat, open and vulnerable now. 

I was ready.  I got between her spread legs, I crawled up and I supported myself on my knees and left elbow, while I guided my cock into the wide open lips and into the pink softness where her vagina awaited.  I rubbed the head up to her clit, and back to the tiny perforation in her hymen.  The head was slick and hard and ready. Here we go!  I lodged the tip in the tiny hole, put both elbows down, grasped her shoulders to prevent any escape, and I thrust my hips forward and snap!  I penetrated her and popped her cherry.  A small cry I was ready to muffle with my lips.  Her eyes were open wide and she started to fight me, but I was too big for her and just my weight held her down.

I pushed on in to her warm sheath that stretched for its first ever man's cock.  She moaned again, but it was not in pleasure this time.  I could not stop, I was in my own world of pleasure.  My tactile, physical sensation was almost overshadowed by the realization that I had actually got my prick into the one girl I had picked out of all the shouting, screaming little girls in the pool the day the realtor first showed me this house.  I had looked at this little girl and said to myself, I have to have her.  No one will ever know she is what sold this house to me.

I was in all the way.  I had it all in.  Janet's eyes no longer looked scared or pained.  She had an inward look, as if considering what was happening to her, and what she was feeling. She no longer struggled, indeed, she hardly struggled at all, so I don't believe she felt any more than the initial sting of pain.  As I made little movements with my hips to ease and adjust the shaft in there, she made tiny adjustments with her hips to ease the fit of her sheath to the intruder.  It was almost like a minute little fuck-dance we did.

“Jim!  What are you doing?  Why did you stick your big thing in there?”

“Have you heard about fucking, Janet?”

“Are we doing it?”

“Not yet, but we are about to start.  You are going to like this.”  I pulled slowly back, then moved slowly back in.  I did it again.  And again.  Then I forced myself to stop.

”How about it, want me to stop?”

“N-No!  Don't stop.  Do that some more.”

I started a regular rhythm, keeping my little head fairly far in, and with straight strokes.  I didn't want to cause her any unnecessary pain where she was torn.  Janet's eyes closed again, and her body began to respond.  I got slight answering humps of her hips to my thrusts.

“Mmmm!”

Did I hear a little low moan of pleasure? Perversely, I stopped.  Janet's eyes flew open.  I got a questioning look. 

“Um, I better stop doing this.”

“Why?  I let you do it.”

“Well, I am doing that nasty stuff you don't like.”

“Jim!  Come on.  Do it some more.  It feels good now.”

I decided to make her crawl a little.  “Say, please.”

“JIM!”

“Please?”

“Jim!  All right!  PLEASE!  Now do it!”

I started fucking her now, like this little girl needed to be fucked.  She responded, and closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from moaning and letting me know she was enjoying it.  But she could not control her hip response. And soon she was moaning and sighing again.

“Please, please, please, please ungh, please.”  Janet was trying to get there but she just could not make it.

I was so close, and I couldn't hold out much longer.  I let part of my weight down on her and stuck a hand down in between our bodies, so that my body moving into her moved my hand into her clit, stroking it as I thrust into her.  We were both slippery with sweat.  I kissed her forehead.  I couldn't help it, I had to cum.  The first strong spurt of semen and the thrust that went with it, deep and long and hard, my whole body shuddering, brought on Janet's climax.  We suffered our orgasms together as if we were in agony, but it was the blessed agony of release.  Janet was clawing my back.  Her legs were wrapped around my hips to pull me into her.  We strained together and then relaxed after the feeling crested and flooded our bodies with pleasure.  I relaxed for about ten seconds, then I was pushed off of her.

“Ugh!  Get off me!  You're too heavy!” 

I knew it was too good to last.  Since I was getting pinched, I got off of her.  I thought it best to get a damp rag for a little clean up.  Not wanting a hysterical girl on my hands, I did not let her see the smear of blood on my wilting cock.  I found a small towel under the pad on the lounge we had been on, and quick ran some cold water on it to dampen it.  Then I wiped my cock off before I turned and went back to her. 

She was lying relaxed and spent, one arm over her eyes.  It figured.  If one of us gets to enjoy the afterglow, you can bet your ass it will be Janet.  Well, I could fix that.  I knelt beside her and quickly slapped the rag over her cum oozing pussy.  I wiped the small smear of blood going down her ass cheek. That cold rag brought her out of it...

“HEY!  What are you doing?  Get out of there!”  She sat up and pushed my hand with the rag away.

“What's wrong now?  I was just cleaning you up.  You got cum and pussy juice all over your...”

“What's that stuff?”

“I told you.  My cum and your pussy juice.”

“Give me that rag!”

“I’ve got to rinse it first.”  ‘So you won't see blood and have a fit,’ I think as I rinse the blood out of the rag.  “Here.”  I handed it to her.

She sniffed and took it.  “As the rag touched her crotch, she jumped.  “That's cold.”

“Oh?  I didn't think you would notice.”  She didn't even look up.  Sarcasm is lost on this kid.

“What is this stuff, anyway?”  she demanded petulantly as more cum oozed out of freshly deflowered cunt.

“I told you.  It's cum!  I put it up in there when I had my climax.  It is what made you feel so good.”  Okay, maybe just a little lie. So sue me.

“How do I get it out of there?”  She dug the rag in her vagina and flinched as she hit the torn hymen.  The rag came out with a little smear of blood on it.

“Now look what you've done!”  I got it in before she could react.  “Why don't you jump in the pool and wash it out?”

“What?”  Janet was still looking at the tiny smear of blood. She made another, more careful wipe down there, and did not pick up more blood.  She looked up.  “Somebody might see me.”

“No one can see back here.” I could tell she wanted to jump in my pool naked, even if she couldn't brag to anyone about it.

Janet looked all around, and then she got up, ran and jumped in the pool.

My cock stirred as I watched her little buns wiggle as she ran.  Maybe I could get a little something in the pool?  I ran and jumped in after her.

“Jim!  This is fun!”

“Remember, no yelling and screaming.”

Janet swam up to me, and grabbed me and pulled herself up against me like she usually did.  It wasn't until she felt her bare skin against my bare skin that she realized I was naked too. She recoiled, but I could see her looking down in the water to see my cock.  At the touch of her bare body, it was half hard.

“It's getting big again!”

“You made it do that.”

“I did?  Why?”

“You are so pretty and sexy and you get me all excited.”

“You can't put it in.  I'm sore down there now.”

“I'll bet!  You were a brave girl to let me do that. You know if we wait a couple of days, we can do it and it won't hurt at all, it will just feel really good.”

Janet absorbed all that without saying anything.  I tickled her and then ducked both of us under.  I played with the naked little girl for half an hour and got some sneaky feels in.  She didn't act like she cared much as long as it was all on the outside of her pussy.  The little girl got used to my naked cock, and when I got hard again seeing her walk over to the lounge pad, she took it in stride.  When I helped her dry off her naked body to put her suit on, I got even harder and she just laughed, but she really looked at my erection.  I think she was imagining that thing up inside of her again.

So I let her out the gate after we peeked out to see if the coast was clear.  Janet and I had a secret together now, and I hoped it would mellow her out a little when it came to our relationship.  That remains to be seen.

I went back and finished the pool work that afternoon, and the girls and I swam the rest of the week.  After all, Janet did what I asked, so I had to make some sacrifices too, right?

All my stories are fantasies.  Characters are imaginary.  Do not try this at home or anywhere else.