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Chapter 9

When Jerry left Cindy at his apartment he was about an hour late for work at the Pier Side Club. He'd been late before and his boss Stan or one of the other lifeguards had always covered for him. He hurried down the boardwalk and made his way through the locker rooms out to poolside.

Up on the platform keeping a sharp eye on the swimmers below was Stan. "Jerry," he called, "you're late. Get on up here."

Jerry climbed the ladder up to the clubhouse and viewing deck. "Sorry boss," he said. "A little personal matter."

"No problem," said Stan in a surprisingly good mood. "You know that dish you laid on me this morning?"

"Dawn?" said Jerry.

"Yeah," said Stan, making room for the young employee to sit down. "She had just what I needed."

"What was that?" asked Jerry with a knowing grin. "A big set of tits?"

"You know better than that," said Stan. "Her asshole was about as ready and heated as you'll ever find. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," said Jerry, wondering now where Dawn was. "She sure did have a nice shit canyon. I kind of liked it myself."

"Yeah," said Stan. "Anyhow, she's a new honorary member of the Pier Side."

"With an asshole like hers," said Jerry, "it would be hard to turn her down for something in any club."

"Yeah," said Stan, getting up and heading for the ladder. "Thanks again."

"For nothing," said Jerry. He watched Stan climb down the ladder and disappear into the poolside office. Below the viewing deck various members of the club sloshed around in the clear pool water. Jerry was concentrating on keeping a sharp eye out for any troubled swimmers when a shrill woman's voice hollered up at him: "Hey Jerry! Long time no see!"

He looked down back behind the platform and saw the lovely woman, Anne, who used to be his girlfriend. "Jerry," hollered Anne, "come on down and say hello.

Come on."

He gave the pool a quick once over. It didn't look like anyone was in danger of drowning themselves, so he hoisted himself over the ladder and down to the deck below. "Hi ya, Anne," he said, giving her a big warm hug. She wore a bathrobe and a bikini and Jerry made sure to get a good experimental feel of Anne's warm body before he let go of her. "It has been a long time," he said.

"I know. Too long," said Anne. She flashed her quick blue eyes and ran a hand back through her blond hair. Just then the afternoon whistle blew, a signal for the club members that in five minutes they'd be asked to leave the pool. The club closed down for an hour in order the give the staff a chance to break and clean-up before the night's activities began.

"Listen," said Jerry, "in another five minutes this place will be empty. Why don't you stick around?"

"I's love to," said Anne. Her keen blue eyes twinkled. Jerry mounted the ladder one more time, waited out the departing swimmers, and then, when everything was in order, came back down to poolside. Anne was waiting for him and she asked right off: "When do lifeguards go swimming these days?"

Jerry looked casually around the deck and pool. The members had all split. He had the entire Pier Side facility to himself, naturally, to Anne. "Right now," he smiled. "Care for a swim?"

"Sure," said Anne. "That's really the reason I stopped by to see you."

"And I thought it was my body you wanted, Anne," said Jerry with a quick grin.

"Well," she said, running one hand along his furry chest, "that might have something to do with it."

He started to take her arm, to embrace her, but she pulled away and slid out of her robe. Her big firm tits were the same as he remembered them. She had long lovely legs and comely thighs. When he was in love with her it was the factthat herlegs wereso perfectlymolded, sculptured, that mystified him. Whether she wore heels or flats or went barefoot, Anne's legs were always attractive to Jerry. She could be lying on her back or on her belly, and still he would come after her, kissing the backs of her soft satin loins. Now, as she tossed aside the terrycloth robe, the same old lust to feel her legs wrapped around his face sent blood pumping heartily up to his face.

"You're blushing," she said, sliding over to the side of the pool. "Jerry!

You're blushing!"

He slid a hand down along her fanny. The firm ripe cheeks of her ass were another special thrill for him. He could feel the silky flesh beneath her bikini strap and with one quick tug at the belt, the strap went loose.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nobody's here," he said. "Everyone's out of the place for two hours before we reopen."

Anne did have a quick survey of the pool andenvirons. The place was desolate.

"You know," she said, no longer trying to pull on her bikini bottom, "a swim in the nude is always nice." She kicked off the bottom of her bikini and without Jerry's asking, she undid the top of her bathing suit, too. Her tits came flopping out.

"Your nipples aren't erect," he said, surprised. When they lived together just his presence would bring her nipples out like mice looking for cheese. They'd pop onto position and seconds later he would land his hungry lips on one or the other tit.

"Well," she said, "I've changed a little."

Jerry slid his hand in a neat circle, palm open, alone Anne's flat belly. Her skin crawled with goose bumps and the nipples under examination stood up toattention. "That's more like it," he said.

"I am the only nude person here," she said, tugging on his trunks. "Won't you put me at ease, Jerry?"

"Sorry," he said, slipping out of his trunks. He hung his swimsuit on the ladder. But when he turned around to say to Anne that he was happy she'd come by after so long, all he saw was her neat jackknife form slicing into the water below. Her full ripe ass caught his attention before her lean body disappearedbelow the surface ofthe otherwise placid water.

She swam holding her breath under the surface of the pool water until she reached the deep section of the pool. when she came up her hair was matted down around her face. She pulled it back behind her head and called Jerry: "Aren't you coming in?"

"You bet I am," he said. He watched her smiling and treading water, her tits bobbing in the liquid, floating like cream colored grapefruits nest to her chest. "Here I come," he said. "Smile, baby."

Jerry made a neat dive from the edge of the pool. Anne watched his hairy muscular body slide beneath the first foot of water. He moved like a terrific shark straight for her. He would be at her side in a matter of three or four strokes. She took a deep breath and a last look at Jerry's torpedo shape as he neared her. Then she dove for the bottom.

Anne swam along the bottom side of the pool like some kind of eel or mermaid.

Jerry started after her but needed more air to complete the journey downward.

Besides, once he got there he wanted to spend some time with Anne.

He came up for air and saw her sitting placidly, right feet further down, on the bottom of the pool. He took a long breath and headed underwater. When he arrived, even in the poor underwater visibility, he could see her lovely blond hair splayed against the background of glass-like water. Her tits floated softly in the smooth underwater current. And her nipples, he reached out to be sure, were erect and stimulated. She bubbled out what remained of her air and pushed off, in slow motion, from the bottom of the pool. When she hit the surface and gasped for air, Jerry was beside her.

"So nice to see you again," he joked. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and supported her by leaning her butt on his hip while she regained her breath. "You know," he said, paddling the two of them toward the side of the pool, "skin is a lot smoother in the water."

"I know," said Anne. She slid her legs along his thighs and let his muscles come up into her crotch.

They made it to the shallow water. There was about four feet of water there and Anne's tits floated on the surface. Occasionally the water slopped above her tits, sometimes below. "Mmmmm," she said as Jerry ran one hand up along the surface of her chest. "That's nice."

"Your tits are nice as ever, Anne," he said.

"You saved my life," said Anne. "I like that."

"Sure," he said. "That's my job."

He hadn't really saved her life, but many times they would play and pretend she was drowning and that was a lifeguard, retrieving her from strange andmysterious waters.

But now they rested easy against the side of the pool. The water lubricated every inch of their stimulated jism. Merely the sight of Anne had led Jerry into arousal. He was ready now, for whatever demands she might make of him, for whatever emotions she might expect from him. "Do you still love me?" he asked her.

"I don't know," she said, feeling his hands wandering underwater along her flesh. She knew that he wouldn't stop at her belly or her tits. She knew that sooner or later his firm grip would be around her thighs and up into her twat.

She waited patiently. "You know," she said, "sometimes I think we were the biggest fools in the world to give up what we had."

"I know what you mean," said Jerry. He slid his hand between her comely thighs.

Underwater she felt even more irresistible than she was on dry land. He had a good hold on one smooth piece of flesh, her upper leg, and he didn't want to let go.

"I want to swim," she said. It was a lie. She wanted his hand up her pussy, his finger to work on her clitoris, his other hand up her asshole. The feel of the pool and his hands, the mixing of flesh and water and passion-Anne wanted it all at once.

"You know," he said, blocking her passage by putting one arm on either side of her body clamping a good hold to the tile edge of the pool, "you can't leave right now."

"Want to bet?" she said. She faked a duck under his arm. Jerry moved swiftly and his forearm blocked her, right on the titties.

"You're all wet," he said. "Try again."

She looked around, pretending to be searching for a way out and slid her hand down underwater. She came onto his floating cock. He looked her in the eye and she looked him in the eye, but underwater she was sculpting his dick into a long wet erection. "Is that how you plan to escape?" he asked. "Or are you for real?"

She kneaded theflesh of histhick wetmember. Underwater the prick felt more spongy, more fleshy than she recalled it. "It's soft," she said.

"Not for long," replied Jerry. "It'll be more than you can handle in another minute or two."

"Funny," she said, "you were never more than I could handle before. Except in one of two ways."

The water slopped up against her face. She continued to run her hand around his crotch, between he legs, all of this stimulation taking place under water.

Neither of them paid any attention to what was happening below the surface of the pool.

Jerry reached one hand up to her firm little nipples. Then he tweaked the thing and she squealed a little. "I can get away now if I want to."

"Do you want to?" he asked her. She was rubbing his now firm cock.

"No," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around him and he supported her against the side of the pool. She kissed him in the fold of his neck and then along his face and finally on his lips. He pressed his wet slippery body against her long flesh. His dick ran up along her belly between them. She freed one arm from around his back and slid down to jerk him some more. Then, suddenly, she took a long breath and went down under water.

"What the hell?" said Jerry.

But then he realized what Anne was all about. She slid his cock, even under water, into her mouth. He tried to watch her work. But the slopping water made it impossible. All he could see was her head moving vigorously along his cock shaft. But he could feel every delicate move on her tongue. It was as though a blow fish had taken it to mind to suck him off and had latched on perfectly to his dick. He smiled and wondered if she could hold her breath long enough to suck him into orgasm.

"Mmmmm," she said when she came up. "You're as big underwater as you are above." She laughed at her own joke and jumped onto his hips. She straddled his hips with her soft loins and rocked her naked wet cunt up into his muscular belly. With one hand he supported her, kept her up on his hips by holding onto the poolside.

"Here you go," he said, "a little fish for your twat." He slid his hand down along her belly and dropped a finger up into the hole. Her pussy clamped down immediately reminding him of yet another incredible ability of his old girlfriend Anne: of all the women he'd ever known; only Anne could squeeze at will. She could milk him of his orgasmic juice merely by smiling. Her muscles were that much in tune. And now her wet underwater canal worked on his finger as he applied pressure to her floating clitoris. the slippery piece of cunt flesh was firmly at attention.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "If I drown now it'll be the happiest death the world has ever known." She smiled and leaned down to the edge of the water and sucked up one of his hairy tits. She scraped the nipple with her nibbling tongue and sucked it into her lips and mouth. Her sucking action produced an exciting stimulating effect in Jerry's tits.

He slid his finger a little further into her soaked pussy. "Oh, God," she gasped, "I cant's believe we're going to fuck in the pool."

"You know," he said, "I don't know why not?"

"Is it good in the pool?"

They'd broken through to new ground. It was important that Jerry keep her going. "Sure," he said, "of course it's good. It's good to fuck wherever you are."

"Have you done it here before?" she asked coyly.

"No," said Jerry, lying outright. He didn't want her jealous at a time when a few minutes from now he'd be stuffing her full of his hot wet meat. "But some of the other guys have."

"Just think," said Anne, looking over Jerry's shoulder, "we might be floating in a pool of come."

"Yuck," said Jerry, sliding his finger and pumping Anne's pussy. "That doesn't sound like fun."

"For me it does," said Anne.

Jerry noticed that Anne was holding onto the side of the pool with her hand back behind her head. He let go of his own hold and slid a hand down to her ass crease. The water in the area allowed his hand to float neatly and smoothly into the target area. He slid a finger up andshe bounced forward, her tits pressing against his bare wet chest. The pool water splashed in Jerry's face, as did Anne's lovely titties.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Sorry about that."

"You don't have to apologize to me for that." I like having a boob in my face."

He smiled and licked her wet nipple. His finger continued to wander in her fabulous asshole, between her fine creamy cheeks.

"Underwater play is a lot of fun," admitted Anne.

"I know," said Larry. He slid his available hand into her twat. the water was shallow enough that he could stand on both feet on the bottom of the pool and be free to use both hands. So he had one plugging Anne's asshole and the other working up a fever in her twat channel.

"Mmmm," she hummed. "This is going to be awfully nice, Jerry."

He could feel the difference between the pool water and the slippery clit juice that oozed down from her heating cunt. He slid his index finger high up into the twat space to get a good feel of the lovely sap within. "Ahhhhhhh," she sighed, pressing her body close to his. Her boobs rubbed softly against his muscular chest. "You have such a nice tan, Jerry, Mmmmmmm." She rubbed his neck and his back. While he continued to work on her pussy, his other hand adapted to the smaller space in her behind.

"Oooooh." She wiggled up close to him. His cock slid along her smooth wet thigh. "It's nice to rub," she cooed. "Rub me hard."

He slid his cock along her leg and up against her wet belly. She reached down with one hand and put his dick into her pussy. She hopped up onto his hips. The buoyancy of the water held her easily around his waist. His cock slid in, up the liquid channel, and landed securely within the tightening twat canal muscles. She squeezed on his dick, on the thick hot shaft. "Now that you're in," she said, "I can feel how hot you really are. In the water it was hard."

"It's hard in your pussy, too." he said.

"Mmmmm." She slid one hand down to his asshole. She parted the virtually floating buttocks, pushed them aside and looked for his bunghole. Her fingers couldn't reach in, but she slid her hand up and down the asscrease anyhow.

"Oh, boy," he said, his cock now getting a good location in her floating twat,

"this is the life." He carried her like that to shallower water. Her pussy jiggled up and down as they moved. His cock felt like it was surrounded by a flesh humidor, specially designed to give the ultimate pleasure in penisgratification. "Ahhhhh," theyboth moaned.

"I want it from you," she said. It sounded like a desperate plea. She slid up on his dick, and then down. "Give it to me the way I like it, Jerry."

He slid his hands along her smooth thighs. She held onto him around his neck.

Then she slid her legs up high around his hips. He put his hands in the perfect position, around her basket-like asscheeks. He cupped both buttocks and plyed them gently apart.

"Here it is, honey," he said. Her face flushed crimson and she pressed her lips hard against his mouth. As his finger slid up into her wet asshole canal, she slid her tongue down deep into his mouth. He sucked on her long narrow mouth muscle as his finger plowed deeper and deeper into her shithole. She writhed in ecstasy, his cock in her pussy, his finger in her asshole.

"Ooooooh," she groaned, pulling her lips away from his mouth. "Harder. Rub me harder."

He slid his finger vigorously up her sensuous asshole. She clamped down on him like a clam under attack. His finger felt fine pressure in her curled shithole.

He wiggled the index finger, rubbed her asscheeks with his palm, and jammed up hard.

"Aaaaah, shit!" she wailed. "Rub me down!"

He pulled his finger to the edge of the anal cavity. Pool water flowed into the opening. Then he poked his finger, following the sucking action of her asshole, and lodgedthedigitsecurelyinthe trapping space. "Uuuuuuunj," she gasped, clamping her legs and arms even more tightly around his wet body.

"Oooooohhhhh."

His cock floated up the corridor of her cunt. He could feel the muscles there, too, squeezing shut and beginning their terrific milking action. "I'm gonna make you come," she promised. "Right now."

She floated up and down on his boer. She made sure to rub the top of his thick meat and mushroom head with her erect little clit meat. "Mmmmmm, that's nice."

Soon she had him twitching inside her pussy. "You know," she said, feeling his finger go further and further up her asshole, "this is gonna be good for both of us now."

"I know," he said. feeling his cock ready to explode. "I'm gonna come any minute now."

"Like I said," she sighed. She jammed her buttocks down around his active finger. Her cunt-like asshole shaped itself to take more of his plentiful boner digit. She scraped down, sucked up the digit, in order to be sure that he wouldn't pull out of her as he came. His bone stiff prick began to pulse.

"You're gonna drown me in jism," she grunted. "Do it, Jerry. Fuck me hard!"

He shot his finger with lighting speed up her bunghole. He landed deep in her shithole, deeper than she expected. She leapt forward and upwards and slid nearly off his prick. But when she came down it was onto his pumping cock. The jism shot up into the liquid channel. She reached beneath her own legs and while he came inside her pussy, she massaged his rock hard nuts. He continued to shoot the hot creamy stuff.

"Rub with your finger," she said. "Don't forget me."

He plowed his finger up into her bunghole. She rode him as fast as she could and as he finished shooting off, she began. She rolled her hips back and forth making sure t keep his finger lodged high in her tiny asshole. Her iris muscle split open to take more of his digit. His finger went all the way to the last knuckle. She squirmed and her cunt muscles rolled in waves of orgasmic pleasure.

"Now!" she wailed. "Jam it now!"

He plugged her with his hand. His finger could go no further, but he pressed as hard as he could. Her ass wiggled and the juice slipped out along his cock and disappeared in the massive amount of pool water surrounding them.

When it was over she climbed down off of his prick and floated on her back. The hairs of her pussy stuck up out of the water in a bristly mop-like tangle. Bits of come and was juice could be seen floating and disappearing in the pool. She had a dazed crimson smile on her face. "Jerry," she sighed, still floating on her back, "you're as good as ever."

He'd laid down on the pool steps and was watching his spent prick soften and float in front of him. If it hadn't been attached to him, he guesses, it would float away. He watched his own little elephant trunk shrink and shrivel in the pool water.

"Come over her, Anne," he said. "I want you to see something."

She came off her back and walked over to the steps and ledge where Jerry was.

She looked down at the shrinking cock. "Oooooh," she said. "That's so sad."

He smiled and said: "You can always get him going again." He sat on the steps of the pool so that his cock hung limply out of the water. Anne leaned down on her knees. Only her tits and head and shoulders protruded. but that was all she needed. She dropped her mouth down around the shrunken dick and slid it into her face. "Like this?" she gurgled, water sloshing into her face.

"Something like that," he said. She sucked up the soft dick between her lips.

The head of it was still big even though the shaft had in true accordion style folded closed. But within a few seconds she had him stiff and throbbing again.

"Mmmm. Rub it."

She took to sliding her hand against the shaft of the now big dick. "That was fast."

"Use your tongue, Anne. The way you used to."

She looked at the cock. She used to give him she remembered, all the head he wanted. When theylived together it didn't matter what time of the day he asked, she would always suck him off or give him her wet succulent pussy. Sometimes he would come merely bye running his cock against her tender thigh for a couple of strokes. Other times it would be the fuck up the asshole that worked best.

While she tongued his cock, being sure to keep her face out of the water, she remembered some of the strange places they'd fucked. Once he'd taken her out of the garage and shoved her down onto her hands and knees before the washing had finished. He pulled out his dick and slammed it into her asshole. He hadn't asked that time, not if she wanted it, not if she cared, not even if it was her period. He's just pushed her to the floor and said nothing. He jammed his dick up her asshole and shot off in five seconds. Then he slapped her asscheeks a couple of times. She hadn't known why he did that, but he did. she wondered now, as she licked every inch of his meat, what he would do with the proud member next. She thought back to the time when she'd sucked him so hard that his dick was actually much bigger that it had ever been before. She remembered that day because it was that afternoon that they were to break up.

She sucked him off so large and so red that his dick appeared to have a life of its own. she loved him more right then than she had ever loved him before. And again he'd shoved her to the ground. Only this time she wasn't on her hands and knees, she was lying flat. He pulled open her sweet cheeks and plopped his dick down on the groove. Then he took a bottle of lubricant and had to use the butter knife to scrape out some jelly. They were nearly all out of grease and he needed to get some of the jelly into her groove. He wiped what remained of the grease off of the knife by running it sideways on her asscheek. Then he spread the lubricant from there to this cock as far into her asshole as he could, and when she squirmed too much he slapped her on the leg and pounded his meat in for the kill. She wondered what he had in mind at this time, as she sucked him good in the swimming pool.

"Jerry," she said, sensing some kind of unstated danger. "I don't want you to hurt me." She looked at how large his rod had become. the shaft was thicker and darker, fatter and redder than it was before. It looked ready to burst open like a lit piece of TNT. She wondered if she was going to be in for trouble.

"I wouldn't hurt you, Anne," he said softly. But she sensed something deep within his heart searching to get out at her. She wondered what would happen next.

He stood up with is cock flying like a mast. He shoved her over and around. She bent down for him and her face was near the water. He could get his cock into her asshole just the way she was, but he insisted on pushing her further down.

Her neck he bent forward. "Grab you thighs," he said. "Lean down."

"I'll be under water," she protested. "I don't want to do that." "Take a deep breath, Anne." he said. He lifted his cock up to her asshole and with one hand on her neck, shoved his way in. When he couldn't get past the ring of her curled anal flesh, he shoved her head under water. Her asshole seemed to open up with the bend in her neck.

Anne held her breath under water while Jerry flung his cock into her hole. She tried to come up, but he pushed her down. She had another thirty comfortable seconds, but then she would have to have air. She felt his come come flying into her asshole. It began to burn. Her time was running short. She wiggled her hips. She knew he would come now, immediately, there would be no problem. Other wise, she would have to fight for survival.

"Mmmmm," said Jerry, still himself above water. He loosened his grip slightly on Anne's neck. she came up gasping for air, trying to escape the pain in her asshole. "It's too big," she said, catching her breath. "You've got to-"

But before she could speak he was pressing her down underwater again. She grabbed what breath she could before her head splashed down to the lifeless underwater sex she was being forced to experience. Jerry rode his cock so far into her that what air she'd been able to take in now escaped in a painful scream. She had enough of her wit about her not to take in water. She held her breath and waited for him to shoot his wad.

Jerry pounded his hot meat into the underwater shithole. His cock pulsed and throbbed, ready to drownAnne's incredible asshole. He could feel the tight sphincter muscle beginning to contract on the thick shaft of his meat. He wanted to shoot off. He was just about ready.

Anne jerked her head above water, against the incredible pressure Jerry had around her neck. She went instantly down again with enough air to last for ten seconds and no more. If she had to, she thought, now, she would reach her hand back and rip out his nuts in order to avoid drowning.

It was then that Jerry lunged forward in a surge of orgasmic pleasure. His jism shot down into the underwater canyon. The shithole filled with come and opened wide like a man's jaw. He plowed the rest of his come into Anne's butt and then fell backwards.

She came up breathless and fatigued, ready to drop dead. She'd never been so close to losing her life while fucking. She wondered if Jerry hadn't gone just a little bit crazy in the time she'd not seen him. She looked at him recuperating on the pool steps.

"That scared me, Jerry," she said.

"Tough shit," he said, "I liked it, baby."

"You know," she said, "you haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you," he said. "Neither have you."

She walked past him up the pool steps. He watched her legs, the legs he'd once so admired and loved, disappear into the women's locker room. He stood up and headed for the viewing platform.

He hadn't had his trunks back on for five minutes when the pool opened again.

Members streamed in and filled the Pier Side Club with laughter and splashing and swimming. Jerry took his position up on the lifeguard perch watching them, wondering, thinking to himself that he did not know how he'd gone wrong with those lovely, perfectly sculptured legs that Anne would probably now deny him for the rest of his life. He smiled, however, when he reminisced about her perfectly shaped asshole choked full with his thrusting meat. That made him very, very happy.