A Pool Party

This is a strange story, involving group sex, nonconsensual/reluctant sex, prostitution, and a young couple finding each other while falling in love. If you object to any of the above themes, perhaps you should skip the story? The setting is rural Indiana.

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It was a hot Indiana summer day. I was home from college for summer vacation. Having failed to find a summer job better than waitressing at the local diner in the evenings, I was lounging around with a few friends, conspiring to find a way to get to use somebody's swimming pool. All of us lived on the 'wrong side of the railroad tracks,' and none of our parents were rich enough even to have a proper house, let alone one with a pool. We were discussing various friends and acquaintances whose parents did have a pool in their backyard.

We gave up, and we went to my pathetic back yard with some beach towels and bikinis, and pretended we were lounging near a pool. I brought out my laptop and went to a web site that would broadcast the sounds of a pool, with people swimming in it, or splashing in it, or whatever one wanted.

It was Michelle who came up with a great idea. We took my iPad and set it up to take a picture of all of us in our bikinis, smiling. She posted it on a local Facebook page, asking if anyone in our small town wanted four pretty girls to come play with them in their pool.

Michelle's idea and our subsequent Facebook post generated a lot of anonymous crude remarks, but no serious offers. "Let's up the ante!" Michelle said.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, even if I suspected I knew.

We took another picture, this time with all four of us topless. We were too sane to post it to Facebook, but instead we sent it as a disappearing photo on Instagram to all the boys we knew who had pools. Bear in mind, we knew none of these boys well. In fact, most of them we knew hardly at all. The social divide in our small Indiana town was rather severe. What we had going for us was that we were all four pretty, with nice boobs and good figures, and boys like seeing girls topless. There was no question about that.

Mary's idea worked, and we got five offers within the next ten minutes. Now we had to choose. Sam Nevers won, because he offered to drive over and give us a ride to his pool. He asked if it would be okay if he invited a few friends over? He also added two things that made clinched his offer. His parents were gone for the entire weekend, and he would buy some booze.

That was an offer that was hard to beat! At Michelle's third and last suggestion, we took another picture of all of us topless, and with our hands in our bottoms pushing them down as far as we dared. Zoe's bottoms actually fell to the ground and at the precise time the camera clicked, and we all giggled hysterically. When she saw me sending the picture to Sam she screamed, but it was too late. Zoe was really angry, but that just generated more hysterical giggling.

I included my address with the picture, and the words, "We're waiting for you, Sam."

Zoe finally joined the giggling. "What's done is done, I guess," she said, philosophically. "Besides it's a disappearing Instagram, right?"

"Yes," I said, "Unless Sam is quick witted and does a screen save before it disappears."

"Oh my God," Zoe said, her hand rushing up to her forehead, in a fetching gesture of dismay.

"Don't worry," Mary said. "Sam barely knows how to use a cell phone, I'm sure."

"Sam was honor roll in high school. Now he's at MIT," Zoe said. "Probably he knows more than we do!"

"You always think men are smarter than we are," I said. "They're not. Not all of them, anyway."

Truth be told, the four of us girls did not exactly break down the doors of the honor society when we were in high school, but hey, we knew how to get to use a pool on a hot day, right? That does not sound dumb, if you ask me. We were all in college, too. None of us were in MIT, not even close to it. Michelle was at Ivy Tech, Mary and Zoe were at Purdue, and I was the lucky one and had a scholarship to Boston University, known to the cognoscenti as BU.

The rumor at our old high school was that I slept with all of my teachers, and that was how I got into BU. That was a super nasty rumor and did not have a lick of truth to it. It was my Mom who slept with them.

We put our tops back on, and Zoe of course also pulled her bottoms back up. We also donned Tee shirts and waited for Sam to show up. I had texted him my address, because texts don't disappear. I used to be embarrassed about my living arrangements. I lived in a trailer. It was a permanent trailer and it was raised on cinder blocks. The original wheels had long ago been removed. We even had a little herb garden.

When I was in grade school, we were all given a survey and one of the questions was how many books were in your home? The answers to choose from were 0, 1, 2-5, 5-10, or more than ten. Our home had one book, and it was not the bible. It was not a Daniel Steele novel, either, even if my Mom read at least one per week, always borrowed from the county library. No, it was the Kamasutra. My Mom was a special kind of mom.

Now that I was older, I felt no shame that my Mom was poor white trash. I was proud of her. She worked hard, and she even saved a little money. Most importantly, she made sure I was healthy, well fed, and well loved. It's true my mother danced at one of the seedier bars outside of town when I was young, in order to keep us afloat financially, but as my mother said, "Go with your talents. I'm a good dancer."

Now that I'm older, I can only imagine what else she had to do to 'earn large tips.' We had never discussed it. A benefit of her job was comprehensive health insurance, and again, now that I'm older, I can only imagine how important that was given the prevalence of STDs in the sketchier parts of Hoosier society.

I could see the surprise in Sam's face when he pulled up and saw where I grew up. I knew he had always lusted after me in high school, and I guess I seemed a bit mysterious, because nobody in his social circle, boy or girl, knew me at all. It was not really accetoable to date the daughter of the local prostitute. Plenty of boys on our side of the tracks were interested in me, and at times I had to fight them off. I did not feel lonely; not at all. Boys like Sam, however, were out of reach. I was out of reach for them, too.

I guessed at the time he was too timid or scared actually to have acted on his desire to get to know me. My Mom often entertained Sam's Dad, and so he knew all about my family, you might say. He once offered my Mom a lot of money to do both of us, and my Mom got so mad, she refused to see him for months, before she finally relented. He never asked again.

Sam himself always did smile at me and I had always, in return, given him my best smile back. I wondered if he thought that today might be his big chance to get to know me in a good way. I hoped so.

Sam had always struck me as a nice guy. Nice guys usually know other nice guys. However, while Sam was a harmless academic nerd, his friends might have evolved in all sorts of ways now that the first two years of college were under their belts. I looked forward to finding out how all these boys I had barely known had matured into men I did not yet know at all.

The boys treated us as if we were royalty. I think they were thrilled to have four pretty girls visiting them, clad only in bikinis. We lay out on chaise lounges poolside in our bikinis, and the boys brought us drinks, checking out our boobs and the area between our legs. Bikinis don't hide much.

After a few glasses of wine and an hour in the sun, we were all ready for a dip. The boys had all been leering at us. I felt as if their tongues had been hanging out. I felt desired and confident. We girls were in control. I liked that.

That's when Sam made his announcement.

"Everyone in the pool must be topless. House rule," he said.

"Really?" Michelle said, incredulous.

Zoe said, "Michelle, this was your fault. The topless photo was your idea." Mary and I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I guess it is my fault. Well, okay then," she said, dropping her bikini top and diving into the pool gracefully, and topless. "Ooh, the water's great. Anyone want to join me?"

I saw Sam looking at me. I had the best rack of the four of us. Michelle had nice boobs, but they were a small B cup. Some men like that, I know, since after all they were pert but not so firm that they didn't jiggle just a little when she walked. I suspect the boys found the subtle jiggling of her boobs as she walked towards the pool to be quite fetching.

Mary was maybe a C cup, and Zoe was in between, but I was a big old D cup, and a large D cup at that. I never thought much of it; my Mom was an E cup after all. Boobs grow with age, however. When she was my age, she was probably also only a C or a D cup, herself. When I walked, if I were without a bra, you could tell. Everyone could tell.

My mom is not that old. Her age is 35, while mine is 20. She is a bona fide MILF. She has even entertained some of the boys I went to high school with. Sometimes they would see me lounging about our trailer, and it was awkward, to say the least. My Mom never gave me any advance warning that the man coming over was my age, for example.

Ever since I was little my Mom had called me, "My little mistake," in the same loving way other parents might call their daughters words like cutie pie, or honeybunch. Sometimes she would shorten it to 'stake.' Like most children with adoring parents, I loved my nickname. I did not realize its import until I was around 14 years old.

My Mom apparently never made any more mistakes, because I had no brothers nor sisters. I never knew who my father was, but I hoped to God it was not Sam's Dad, because I really liked Sam. My Mom assured me that my Dad, while married to another woman, only had daughters, so I could date whomever I wanted to date, with no worries.

Back to the pool, Zoe and Mary lost their tops, to the cheers of the boys, and they both jumped into the pool, splashing anyone standing nearby. I was one of the splash victims, and I squealed in protest. Sam came up to me and asked me if I would like some help removing my top? This was my first ever chance to make a play for Sam.

"Only if it's you who removes it, Sam. You should kiss me first, though, don't you think? Kissing should come before a man removes a woman's top. It's the natural order of things."

I almost didn't get the word 'things' out of my mouth before Sam was kissing me. Finally! I guessed Sam had wanted to kiss me for years now, but I did not realize how much I had also wanted to kiss him! He kissed me beautifully. Maybe I had manipulated things to such an extent that Sam was making a play for me, instead of the other way around!

"Come inside, and I'll remove your top," Sam said. He took my hand and led me into his parents' home. He could have removed it poolside, so I knew something was up. I could even visually see that something was up, hee, hee. We went to a couch and he plopped me down, sat next to me, and kissed me again. Just his kisses were making me wet. What's happening here? I began to wonder.

Sam removed my top, as promised, and now I was sitting on a couch, making out with a guy I kind of liked, and wearing only bikini bottoms. What would my mother have said? Well, given she was my mother, she would have told me to go for it! As we kissed Sam fondled my breasts excessively. I began to moan to encourage him.

When I moan, I moan loudly. I have always believed if you've got it, flaunt it. We could hear splashing and squeals coming from the pool, so I imagine in return the other six could hear my moans. That made me nervous, but not enough, since when Sam moved to push down my bikini bottoms, I raised my hips to help him. Like mother, like daughter, I thought as Sam got me naked, right there on the couch.

It sure did not take much, nor long, for Sam to get me naked, I thought to myself. I must seem like a real slut to him. Well, too bad. Given my heritage, what did he expect?

About five minutes later Sam was fingering me and I was in heaven. I groped around for his cock, and discovered, happily, that at some point Sam had removed his swim trunks. My hand found a nice, hard, conveniently sized cock. He was circumcised, too, and my Mom had always said circumcised men are the best. I had to trust her on that as I had not done my own study. I was only 20 years old, after all.

He fingered me to a climax, and I gave him what he later told me was the world's best hand job. He made a mess when he exploded all over the floor. I surprised him when I got down on my hands and knees and licked up all his jism from off the floor. "I hope your Dad keeps a clean floor," I said, as I licked away. Sam lived with his Dad, since his parents were divorced.

As I was on my hands and knees licking up Sam's cum, my behind was sticking up into the air, and Sam's hands began to stroke my naked ass. It felt good. A finger began to explore my asshole, and a finger from his other hand returned to my pussy. I looked up at him, his cum all over my mouth. I caught his eye and I smiled.

"Let's go join the others for a swim," I said, as I stood up, pushing his fingers out of two of my three orifices. We walked out to the pool in our birthday suits. I was still wiping his cum off my lips. Sam had the smile of the cat who had swallowed the canary, and I played the part by looking down and blushing as we walked to the pool.

The other boys were all staring at my naked body on display. I wondered if some of them were seeing a girl's pussy in the flesh for the first time? Was it even possible that a 20-year-old boy could be that inexperienced? No, I thought, it's not. What they were seeing for the first time was my own pussy! At the age of 20, I suppose every girl's naked pussy is a revelation.

Inspired by their assumptions of what had gone on with Sam and me, the boys started going after the girls. Each boy went after the girl he had been chatting up. I'm sure the boys all thought we had fucked, and I'm equally sure none of the girls thought that. Nevertheless, Frank quickly got Zoe naked, and held her bottoms up over his head to great cheers from the rest of us.

Mike soon followed suit with the bottoms from Mary's suit, also to great cheers. Michelle seemed reluctant to let Jose remove her bottoms. Jose was clever. Seeing her reluctance, he took her in his arms and kissed her. He was the first boy to kiss a girl at the pool party, except of course for Sam having kissed me at my suggestion earlier. Michelle melted when he kissed her. She put her arms around his neck. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they continued to kiss.

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Jose walked out of the pool, holding Michelle with her legs wrapped around his waist, continuously kissing her lovingly as he walked to the couch. They sat on the same couch I had sat on with Sam, and they continued kissing as Jose played with Michelle's boobs, paying special attention to her long nipples. It was Michelle's turn to moan.

Michelle saw the rest of us approaching, and she realized all the girls were now naked except for her. When Jose again tried to remove her bikini bottoms, Michelle this time responded by raising her hips to help him. The rest of us cheered when Jose took her bottoms, held them over his head on display in this new tradition, tossed them across the room, and then resumed kissing her.

The six of us walked by the two lovebirds and Sam suggested we play a game, while Jose and Michelle had their private fun. I got one of the wine bottles we had already emptied, and Mary grabbed another bottle and gave it to Mike to open. We sat down in a circle, alternating boy/girl, boy/girl. I spun the bottle. It landed on Frank.

"You two have to kiss," Sam said.

I looked at Sam. "Are you sure that's what you want, Sam? I don't usually kiss more than one man at a time, and my man of choice is you."

"It's what I want," Sam said. The way he said it was dripping with masculinity, control, and power. It made me wet, to my surprise.

"Oooh," Mary said. "The man knows what he wants, all right. You have to kiss Frank, Lexie."

"He's overdressed," I said. "Frank, lose your swim trunks if you want a kiss."

Frank undressed, and I stood up, my boobs bouncing around as I approached him. Frank looked over at Zoe for approval. Zoe smiled at him, thereby giving him her permission. Wow, I thought, everyone has paired up already. Frank looked over at Sam, too, and Sam gave a slight nod of his head. Frank took me in his arms and gently, hesitantly kissed me.

I was having none of that, and I quickly changed his kiss into one of passion. He began to fondle my boobs while we kissed, and I did nothing to stop him. I felt his cock growing as he pressed it against me, trying to move it down closer to my vaginal area. His fingers found my pussy, and I discovered Frank truly knew how to finger a girl. He fingered me to the point where my knees were getting weak. At the same time, my hands avoided his cock, and were only stroking his ass, teasing his crack in the area where his asshole was.

His cock was getting dangerously close to my pussy, and I could imagine him lifting me off the ground, me wrapping my legs around him for support as Michelle had done with Jose, and then him lowering me down onto his erect, hard cock. That would not do, if I was serious about making a play for Sam!

Worried about this possibility, I broke the kiss and came up for air. I quickly said, "Thanks for the kiss, Frank," and went back to my place, sitting gracefully so that my soaking wet pussy was hidden. Only Zoe was sitting in lotus position, flashing everyone all that she had to offer. She also shaved down there. The little slut, I thought to myself. All the boys kept looking at her, and she just smiled.

Sam spun the bottle next, and of course it landed on Zoe. Sam enjoyed seriously making out with Zoe while they kissed. He fingered her too a little, and all she did in response was to moan. I got jealous, but then I thought, well this is the way it's going to be, isn't it? It's a free for all.

Frank spun next, and this time the bottle chose Mary. Mary had seen of course the way Frank had taken advantage of me, and she put up only a little resistance to Frank molesting her too much as they kissed. This had the effect, of course, of Frank, Sam, and Mike wanting Mary most of all. Men always seem to want what they cannot have.

Michelle's moans now became seriously loud. Jose and Michelle were bouncing away on the couch. Zoe whispered, "I've got to see this!"

Zoe crawled over to the side of the couch and began to watch. She looked back at us and pretended to blow out her mouth, indicating it was hot, hot, hot. Could Michelle actually be letting Jose fuck her? She had not even known Jose before today! Was Michelle that much of a major tramp? Who knew? I also quickly realized that if Michelle was already letting Jose fuck her, what was in store for the rest of us girls?

Zoe sealed her fate when she began to finger herself while watching Jose and Michelle go at it. Frank went over to her, pushed her down onto her back, and right there, in front of the rest of us, and next to the couch where Jose and Michelle were humping, he spread Zoe's pretty little legs, and he entered that same luscious pussy she had earlier been so wantonly and casually displaying to us all.

I looked at Sam nervously, and Mary looked at Mike even more nervously. Sam and Mike got together. "High card?" Sam asked. Mike nodded.

Sam gave Mary and me the deck of cards and asked us to draw. I drew a seven and Mary drew a Jack. Next Mike drew a king, and Sam drew a two. "Highs together and lows together," Sam said.