Pooling Resources 02 Christina Hendrinks

It was obvious to Christina Hendricks that something was going on with her neighbor and the pool boy, Kirk. Whereas once it took no longer than twenty minutes to clean Salma's pool, the same as it took with Christina's, now Kirk spent better than forty-five minutes there each week.

He'd actually rescheduled Christina's weekly appointment to 11 AM, the little shit—putting her off so he could spend more time fucking that skank's brains out. And her better than twice his age.

Christina refused to believe that a woman of Salma's wealth and beauty couldn't do better than some cute, barely legal

day laborer.

Surely, she could manage to land an international man of mystery, a charming jewel thief, a dashing corporate executive. Christina

knew

she could—that was the caliber of men she herself went out with.

Could the sex really be so good that Salma would prefer some twisted relationship with a boy young enough to be her son over the men

Christina

dated?

The thought worried at Christina like a dog at a bone. And she'd hired Kirk first! She'd known him for months before Salma knew he existed! If anyone was going to be enjoying whatever thundercock that young man had... not that Christina was the kind of slut who would seduce a boy barely out of high school... but hell, it wasn't like a teenage boy with those looks and that prick would ever go wanting for female companionship. Why did it have to be Salma?

A horrifying thought struck Christina: what if it wasn't

just

Salma? For all she knew, he could have a whole harem. Every gorgeous, A-list actress on the block might be enjoying him. All except for Christina.

She'd never really paid attention to how long it took Kirk to clean the pool after hers, just how long he spent with Salma before he got to her house. The son of a bitch—she could've been missing out all year!

Her stomach rumbled and Christina realized she'd been sitting on the couch well past her scheduled lunch, fuming over this little drama. Coloring with embarrassment at getting so worked up, she treated herself to a banana and a carton of coconut water. Her doorbell rang as she thought of fixing herself something more substantial, diet or no.

It was Kirk, there to apologize that he'd been running late. "I've just been juggling a lot of things lately. You don't mind having a dirty pool for a little longer?"

"No, of course not, Kirk." Seeing Kirk standing there—and imagining how he'd looked to Salma as he rutted her, the filthy bitch—Christina came to a sudden decision. "Why don't you come in and have a drink?"

She put a hand on his shoulder as she asked, now thinking of what a thrill it would be to enjoy the same hot fuck that Salma Hayek was getting.

"Are you sure you have time for that?" Kirk asked, almost looking at his feet, but unable to keep his eyes off Christina's long, creamy legs.

"Sure. You've been a great pool boy. I'd hate for you to think that a little tardiness now and then is enough to ding my appreciation of all your hard work."

She ushered Kirk inside, closing the door behind him. Her pussy quivered now that she was alone with him.

"You've really grown, Kirk," she observed, staring openly at how his jeans and T-shirt snugly fit his lean body. She petted the back of his work-wrinkled shirt, feeling the muscles underlying it. "Wow, such muscles. You must work out a lot."

"It's just the job," Kirk told her. "Digging ditches, cutting down trees, all sorts of odd jobs. You do that long enough, you're going to get an ab or two."

Christina laughed and took two bottles of beer out of the refrigerator. "Well, I hope your abs can take a few carbs. I know how much women like a six-pack. Some of us girls get one look at a nice big muscle and we just can't help ourselves. You must have realized that by now."

Kirk turned red, but his eyes returned again and again to Christina's wondrous physique. Fucking Salma had definitely given him a taste for older women, but he didn't need his eyes opened to how awe-inspiringly attractive Christina was. She was as busty and as sensual as Salma was, if not more so.

"Sit in the den with me. Let's get comfortable," Christina said, showing him to the masculine room her ex-husband had furnished.

When Kirk sat down next to her on the large sofa, she smiled mischievously. She would fuck this new lover right in the old one's favorite room. It would serve the cheater right for not properly appreciating her.

"I can't believe how big you've gotten," Christina said, turning so that her bare knee touched to his as she spoke. "You can't be the same little boy whose bicycle I had to check for every time I backed out of my driveway."

Kirk blushed again. "I haven't left my bicycle in your driveway for a long time."

Christina moved her knee very slightly against Kirk's skin, just enough to tease him without seeming to do it on purpose. "I've noticed. It's almost a shame—you were such a cute kid. But you're looking to make a very handsome man."

Kirk's prick twitched slightly inside his jean shorts. Already, it was growing into the kind of fine erection that had given Salma such pleasure. But he couldn't be sure if Christina would be so happy to see it. He tried to fight down his own rising lust, though the sight of Christina in her corset top and hip-hugging maroon leather skirt.

"Are you looking forward to going away to college next year?" Christina asked, making small talk as she breathed in the young man, relishing his desire for her.

She knew she could get him to fuck her and she savored the feeling of being able to touch him, have him, enjoy him at any time she wished. Christina let her knee rub together with his some more.

It was like he was just waiting for her to make her move and then he'd be all man, all biology, doing what he was meant to do.

Kirk squirmed a little, but didn't at all try to get away. "No, I'm enjoying myself pretty well at the moment. I almost don't want to leave."

He's thinking of that tramp Salma,

Christina thought, her face darkening—not that Kirk noticed, with his eyes going everywhere and nowhere in an attempt to delight in Christina's appearance without giving away just how much he admired her.

"I'd certainly miss you if you left," Christina said, extending her arm across the back of the soft so that her fingers lightly touched Kirk's neck. "I feel like I should've gotten to know you much better than I do—we should spend some time together while we still can. You've always been such a sweet boy... I'd hate for you to go off to college without learning anything from me."

"Learning from you?" Kirk asked, feeling like he was trying to carry on a conversation while half-asleep, only he was drifting off into fantasies instead of slumber.

Every touch Christina graced him with seemed to skyrocket off into a full-blown wet dream about her. It was an effort to remind himself that she was just being friendly.

Christina stroked her fingers from one side of Kirk's neck to the other. There was something wild and forbidden about this that aroused her until her clit burned. Kirk's father was just about her age, a far more appropriate match for her, but here she was, with the fresh fruit instead.

In addition to that, how satisfying would it be to fuck the boy Salma was fucking? She imagined Kirk admitting that he'd enjoyed her cunt far more than he ever had that Mexican whore...

"You know... how to treat women," Christina cooed. "You want to treat women right, don't you? But it's a lost art. Everything's so formal now. No woman wants to feel like she's at a job interview when a guy's trying to get into her pants."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Kirk asked her, hiding a smirk at the corner of his lips.

Christina smiled for both of them. "That's simple. You just give the girl exactly what she wants."

Christina leaned over and kissed him soundly, her tongue pushing into his mouth. As she'd expected, Kirk's only resistance was to the kiss staying as chaste as it had started. He wrapped his arms around Christina's neck and wrestled her down across the sofa cushions, both of them seeming to try and smother the other with wet lips mashed together.

"God, you're fun to kiss," Christina gasped, easing away from him a little so they both could breathe.

She pulled at Kirk's legs, stretching him out on the sofa. Then her body covered his completely. She ground her sex against the strong bulge of his erection. Her breasts pillowed against his chest.

"Grab my ass," she breathed. "Show me how much you love it."

Kirk reached around her writhing body and cupped the thick, sumptuous fullness of her ass. It felt like he was holding his hands up to a fireplace, she felt so hot and so supple.

Christina kissed him again, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Kirk thought of how different it was to hold her big, curvaceous body than it was to hold Salma's slender, still voluptuous one. But it was just as exciting.

"I want you, Kirk," Christina whispered as she stopped kissing him to lick inside his ear instead. She teethed his earlobe, rolling her lightly clothed body against Kirk's like she was a girl his own age, necking with him in the backseat of a car. "You're making me feel like a high school girl again—and you're just the kind of boy I would've fucked back then. Only I wasn't lucky enough to go to school with someone as well-hung as you..."

Kirk lay back and let her tug his clothes away, lifting and rotating his body to let her get him naked as quickly as she wanted.

"Oh yes!" Christina blurted out, seeing that the bulge his cock made in his pants was, if anything, an understatement when it came to just how thick and long his erection was now that she'd gotten him disrobed. "It's so big... no wonder she..." Her voice trailed off as she stopped herself from letting on how she knew she wasn't the first woman to have seduced Kirk. "You have to fuck me with all of that, stud. Just keep giving it to me and giving it to me until I'm full of your cum. You have plenty of cum for me, don't you Kirk?"

"Never had any complaints," Kirk said confidently. Fortunately enough, he'd played a little game with Salma that morning, refusing to come for her until she degraded herself to his liking.

Of course, she'd liked the degradation too. Almost as much as his cum, when he finally gave it to her. But only one serving. Kirk felt plenty more roiling in his balls, ready to make Christina's insides as white as her creamy exterior.

Christina's small hand wrapped around Kirk's girthy prick. She ran her fingers up and down it, watching his purple knob swell with each stroke. She knew what to do with a big cock like this. Her moist lips opened, embraced the burgeoning cockhead, and closed around its throbbing heft.

"Shit

,

Mrs. Hendricks... Jesus Christ!" Kirk gasped, hunching up to deliver himself to the wet heat surrounding the tip of his erection.

"

Mmmmm!"

Christina purred happily, reaching under his body to grope his ass, pulling his cock deeper into her ravenous mouth and making sure he couldn't take it away. Her long nails dug into his buttocks as she devoured more and more of his stiffening prick.

Kirk watched mesmerized as Christina's head bobbed up and down, thick coils of her coppery hair falling over his groin. She wore it in buns and updos so often that he'd never realized how long it was.

"Wow, your hair's so beautiful," he moaned, forcing his clenched teeth open against the agonizing pleasure she made for him with each pump to the bottom of his endowment.

Christina smiled around his cock. It was good to feel appreciated. But what really complimented her was the rushing drumbeat in his prick. There was no pretending with that—he loved what she was doing to him. And she would give him a chance to make her love what he did.

She slowly slurped her way off his phallus, waiting a mix of drool and precum fall from her parted lips before she spoke. "Do you want a look at my body now, Kirk? Do you want to see my tits, my ass—where you'd going to put that fat cock?"

As much as Kirk had loved her blowjob and wanted to feel more of her mouth wrapped around his cock, he had to nod. "Yes, Mrs. Hendricks. I want that."

"Miss Hendricks," Christina corrected him, standing up over him and undressing slowly. Going a little slower every time his erection pulsed and gained even more stiffness.

She lifted her top up over her generous breasts, relishing how the fabric clung to their ample hefts... slowly coming away, but pulling her tits upward with their passage, then finally releasing them to jiggle into their unadorned lay. She paused once the top was over her head, letting Kirk take in the spectacle of her quivering breasts.

Then, smiling, she reached down to ease off her bottoms. Turning as she did, so that Kirk could watch as her ass emerged from her lowering skirt and panties. She pushed them down slowly until every stitch she'd once worn was on the floor. Then she stepped out of her clothes, facing Kirk, her pussy and breasts his to consume.

"Touch my pussy," she cooed, standing with her thighs apart to show Kirk the pink split in her well-manicured bush, like the creamy center of an already delicious candy.

Kirk reached out his hand, but reluctantly, nervously. Christina took it and held it against her aroused wetness.

"Feel me, Kirk!" When she spoke, it was clear her control was slipping—hunger and need taking the place of seductiveness.

Kirk's middle finger slipped inside her horny sex. Christina moaned and flexed her knees, pushing herself onto his finger, jolting it into motion.

"Yes, fuck me," Christina sighed, feeling his finger stroke the oh-so-tender folds within her, exciting her to a new plateau. If just his finger could feel that good inside her, then the wait to feel his cock in her was all the more unbearable. "Enough of that, Kirk. My tits now... I know you love my tits..."

She mounted his body, resisting the urge to fuck his cock to her slit and then inside of her. Instead, she straddled it, pinning it to his belly and feeling its thrumming arousal spreading deep into her sex.

She would wait just a little bit longer... Salma had probably dropped to her knees and sucked him off the moment she'd gotten him alone... so Christina would make him wait for it. And when he finally got it, he would treasure it like he never could with the slut next door.

"Show me how much you want them, then I'll let you have my cunt, let you fuck me... let you do whatever you want...

yess...

that's so nice..."

She dangled her proud breasts over Kirk's face and he showed her exactly how much he wanted them, sucking them wetly, biting at the nipples, suffusing Christina's body with a pleasure that heated her already burning body.

Christina reached behind herself, lightly scraping her fingernails along Kirk's bloated balls. She touched the very base of his cock where it tailed between her twitching buttocks, and was made even more aware of how nicely it would fill her. The throbbing bluntness she felt between her thighs suddenly seemed pinpoint precise, an instrument perfectly suited to directly tend her passion.

She pulled back, taking her breasts away from Kirk's mouth before it could become anymore ravenous.

"Yes! Yes! It's good and hard for me, baby!" she squealed, bearing down with her weight, parting her cunt on Kirk's pinned manhood and rubbing herself against its impressive girth until she was at its tip. "Get it in my pussy! Stuff me full of it!"

Actually growling, Kirk reached down with both hands. Forcing Christina up away from his member, then using his other hand to direct it to her passage.

Christina seized his wrists. With his prick held still, she lowered herself on it. Slowly. Prolonging the thrill of having him inside her hot snatch for the first time by only fitfully allowing him to stretch her tight walls.

"Oh, that's so much! It's all going to be inside me! I won't let you hold back a single inch—want it all!"

She leaned over Kirk, supporting herself on the armrest while shoving her breasts down into Krik's face again. He eagerly mouthed them, but overcome with lust for her, his control slipped. He thrust up inside of Christina, his thick cock frictioning against the side of her entrance, the underside of her clit.

Christina's eyes crossed. Overcome by the sudden shock of pleasure, she came—her orgasm small and fast, but no less hard than she'd been hoping for.

"NNHH! YESSS! I love being fucked so much!"

Though she wanted to savor that bolt of ecstasy for as long as possible, Christina was too excited to go without more. Already she could feel the decadent pressure building again in her fiery sex.

She gritted her teeth and bore down on Kirk's hard, quivering manhood, feeling it in her depths, at the very core of her. The heat was building quickly. Christina wouldn't have to wait long for another explosion.

Kirk wanted it to happen even faster. He'd loved the sight of Christina in a fit of rapture and even feeling her cunt sucking at his member wasn't enough to sate his deep-set lust. Not only did he have Salma to fuck right next door, now he had this wild vixen craving his prick.

Already he saw himself juggling the two voluptuous MILFs: satisfying first one, then the other. Only stopping with Salma long enough to service Christina. Then leaving Christina gagging for it while he was back to getting Salma off.

The vision was enough to send a geyser of white-hot cum up through his cock to douse the tender folds that surrounded it.

"RUHHH!" he howled, his skin feeling too tight for his bulging muscles, his muscles feeling so tense they might explode. His hips lunged up to smack against Christina's groin as he exploded inside her, gushing seed flooding her womanhood.

The feeling of being seeded—so much, so hot—drove Christina wild. All idea of prolonging, relishing the fuck, they flew out of her head along with the rest of her thoughts. There was only what her cunt was telling her, how it responded to that first blast of sperm by carrying the wave of sensation to the rest of Christina's body like a spreading forest fire.

She kissed Kirk while her body quivered, trying with her tongue to thank him for how he'd filled her pussy, first with his prick, then fuller and fuller with one rope of cum after another.

"More, Kirk! Do it to me! Let me have all your big cock! Oh, you hot little—I want cum! As much cum as that dirty fucking cunt can take!

Oooooo!

Sweet baby! So much fucking cum!"

Driven rigid by the shocks of delight rampaging through her body, Christina bounced on Kirk's erection as she rode out one orgasm after another. His prick stayed stiff long after there was no more for it to pump out, giving Christina more than enough time to chase another orgiastic high.

"Big dick inside me... big dick deep in my cunt..." She couldn't seem to straighten her crossed eyes, so she shut them instead, fucked straight from wakefulness into a sleepy demimonde.

Christina remained on top of her drained lover for the long time it took to catch her breath. Then she lowered herself carefully down to lie on top of him—not wanting to risk any injury to the beautiful dick that had given her such pleasure. She intwined her sweaty body with his, smiling as she enjoyed her secret triumph over Salma Hayek.

Kirk wrapped his arms around Christina's cooling body and enjoyed his own triumph—and the anticipation of what he'd do to Salma, now that Christina had given him so many thoughts about how women liked to be treated.