MILF 00-2
Ben, Jenny and Alice -- A little more background to my MILF series
During the summer break after graduating high school, I'd managed to get myself a job cleaning folks' swimming pools, while I waited to start college in the fall. It wasn't hard work and I sometimes got to see some attractive ladies and girls in swimming costumes, both one-piece and bikini, and once, but only once, naked. Nice sight, nice shape but maybe twenty-five years older than my own eighteen.
Anyway, today it was my turn to service the Jensen pool. Mr and Mrs Jensen and their twin boys lived in a big ranch-style bungalow in one of our town's more desirable suburbs. I was due at two-thirty, my last pool of the day, and I rang the Jensen doorbell almost exactly on time. There was a slight delay, then Mrs Jensen opened the door, dressed, I was delighted to see, in a brief flower pattern bikini. She smiled to see me, and opened the door wide.
"Ben! Come on through. Um, my sister Jenny is here and we've been catching some sun out by the pool. We won't be in your way,will we?"
"Of course not." Ah, so Jenny Collins was here as well. Two lovely ladies to feast my eyes on. Out by the pool I set my bag down by the controls and the filter, then looked around. Two airbeds were laid on the grass, a towel over each and a tray between them with a wine bottle and two glasses. Jenny Collins looked over at me and waved. I waved back, a little self-consciously, then got to work.
Checking the filter was the work of moments and the small amount of debris it had collected was soon in my trash bag. I could see that there were a few leaves floating on the surface of the pool and extended the handle of my net to its full extent and went around the pool collecting them. Of course, this brought me alongside the two women and I paused to pass the time of day with them.
"Ben?" said Alice Jensen, "it's a hot day. Would you like a soda?"
"I'd love one," I said.
"Back in a moment then," she said, and made her way into the house.
"Many more pools to do today, Ben?" said Jenny.
"No, this is the last one today. Two tomorrow, one on Friday and none over the weekend, thank goodness."
"Ah," said Jenny, "give you time with your girlfriend."
"No, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment," I said, and gave her a rueful grin. She laughed, and just then Alice Jensen came back with my soda.
"Here you go, Ben," she said, handing it to me.
"Thanks," I said, and popped the can open, taking an exploratory sip. Ah, yes. Bitter lemon, one of my favourites.
"Is that to your taste, Ben?" said Alice. "Usually, I could offer you a choice but David and the boys are away on a trip at the moment and took most of the others with them."
"This is fine," I said, "Bitter lemon, one of my favourites."
"Ben?" said Jenny, "if this is your last pool today, why don't you take five, finish the pool in your own time. We certainly won't rush you, will we, Alice?"
"Of course not. Yes, Ben, take five."
"Thanks, I will," I said, and lowered myself to the grass near the airbeds. Alice sat down on hers and took a sip from one of the glasses of wine, an action echoed by Jenny.
"So, Ben, if you don't have a girlfriend at the moment, are you getting any action?" said Jenny, startling me, and I suddenly realized that it probably wasn't their first bottle.
"Sadly, no," I said, "maybe my luck will change when I start college." I hoped.
They both laughed. "Maybe it will," said Jenny, "but what can you offer the girls? Is it big enough for them?"
I flushed. "I think so, yes."
"You
think
so? Wouldn't you rather
know
?"
"I suppose I would, yes."
"Well show us. Come on, I dare you?"
"You want me to show you my penis?"
Jenny nodded emphatically. "Yes, we do, show us what the girls are missing! Come on, Ben, show us your penis, prick, cock, John Thomas or whatever you want to call it."
My first instinct was to refuse then I thought, why not, maybe I can wangle a hand job or something, So I stood up, kicked off my sneakers, stripped off my t-shirt then skinned my shorts and undershorts off in one movement.
"Okay, ladies, here it is!" I was very conscious of the fact that I was being scrutinized by the eyes of two attractive, mature women, but I was only partially erect.
"You can do better than that," said Jenny and stood, her hands going behind her and moments later, her bikini top fell to the ground. She cupped her tits and grinned at me. "There, does that help?"
It did, because Jenny Collins was -- is -- a very attractive lady. Her tits weren't huge, but they were nicely shaped, slightly pendulous, a comfortable handful each, and I could feel my erection hardening. Jenny nodded, then pushed down her bikini bottoms. Her mons was shaved smooth and I gaped for a moment, then rallied.
"You're beautiful," I said.
"Thank you, Ben. I'm also fucking soaking," she said, and strutted, the only apt description, towards me, pausing inches away from me. "Kiss me," she said, "and then fuck me, please."
The next thing I knew her tongue was halfway down my throat and I was being kissed like I had never in my eighteen years been kissed before. I could feel my cock hardening and I guess I must have pressed against Jenny, because she broke away, grinning at me. She took my hand and lowered herself down on to the grass, drawing me down with her. I was conscious of Alice, on her airbed, propped up on her elbow, watching us. Jenny lay back, still holding my hand, and spread her legs, drawing me forward to kneel between them. He hand released mine and she reached for my erection, holding it in cool fingers, squeezing gently.
"Ben," she said, "I want this," and she squeezed my cock again, "here," and she stroked her pussy, "and I want it now."
Invited to visit paradise, I went, sliding my erection into the warm, wet pleasure palace that is pussy.
"Oh, yes, Ben, fuck me, baby" she murmured, squeezing me with her pussy muscles, and I began that eons-old movement, in, out, add, subtract, repeat, repeat, that is the rhythm of sex. Aware of movement, I looked up to see Alice sliding her hand into her bikini bottoms, reaching to stimulate herself as she watched her sister fucking me. She flushed, but smiled, when she caught my eye.
Jenny was making little whimpering sounds as I fucked her, and I felt her hand ease between us, reaching for her clitoris, I guessed, to add her own stimulus to the sensations we were sharing, sensations which were bringing me ever closer to climax, and I was pleased that I'd jacked off that morning to the image of my mother in a bikini that I'd Photoshopped into a nude image, but I'd had a sudden, worrying thought.
"Jenny," I said urgently, "when I come?"
"Come in me, baby, it's okay, I'm safe," she said, smiling up at me, but then her face contorted, and she cried out.
"Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" And her pussy began to pulse around my cock, stimulating my own release and then my hips were driving me into her as my own climax swept over me. The two of us shook for a few moments as we shared the storm, the miniature death that is orgasm, then our muscles relaxed as we descended into our normal state. Beside us there was a cry and we looked across to see Alice reach her own peak.
Jenny grinned up at me and stretched up to give me a kiss. "I want to do this again sometime, sometime soon, so remind me to give you my cell phone number before you leave. Best ease out now, honey, and we'll have a quick dip in the pool."
And a couple of minutes later we were swimming gently alongside each other for a couple of lengths of the pool, coming to rest where Alice still lay on her airbed.
"Help me out, sweetie," said Jenny and I boosted her out of the pool before joining her on the grass near Alice's airbed. Alice smiled at her sister.
"I guess you enjoyed that, sis?" she said, and Jenny grinned.
"I did, very much. You should get him hard again and try him yourself. His cock felt lovely in this girl's pussy."
Alice shook her head. "No, much as I might be tempted, no fucking for me. Sorry, Ben, but I'm a married woman, not a sex-mad divorcee like my sister."
"That's okay," I said, "I understand."
"Well, give Ben some kind of treat for the entertainment we just provided for you," said Jenny. "Take your bikini off."
Alice stared at her sister for a moment, then glanced over at me. She nodded. "I think I might manage that," she said, and her hands went behind her to unhook her bikini top, loosening it, discarding it beside her. Then she wriggled out of her bikini bottoms, discarding them beside the top.
"There," she said, with a grin, "that's all three of us naked." Slightly slimmer than her sister, Alice was a lovely sight naked. A comfortable double-handful of beautiful tits, nipples erect in inch-across areolae, slim waist, flat belly, long legs, and I realized I'd half-expected the mother of twins to have a softer body, but Alice obviously kept herself in trim and it was a beautiful body I was admiring.
"Ben," said Jenny, "stay naked while you get those last few leaves out of the pool and we'll stay naked as well. Deal?"
