Soon though, tired by my earlier ordeal, I stopped.Soon though, tired by my earlier ordeal, I stopped. Angela continued for a bit, then pouted. Suddenly her face lit up and she climbed off me. "Everytime I treat you badly," she explained, "you get hard." "Uh oh," I thought. Producing a baloon from her bag she filled it with soapy water then put it in my mouth. Having learnt from the last attempt, she secured it in with tape and warned me not to burst it or recieve a mouth of soap. Next she emptied the water from the pool and turned the tap to full hot. As soon as she started running it in the pool, I arched my back, lifting my body clear. When she had sufficient in the pool she turned the water down to slow and warm. Then, standing on the opposite side of the pool to my head, she stripped and started to clean herself. By totally arching my twelve year old body and leaning my head back, I found I could watch her between my legs. She was alternating between wiping sweat off and shooting water up her cunt. Then she lay back on the grass, spread her legs wide and pushed the snake like hose down into her mythic whirlpool. The hose had a larger radius than my statue of liberty and she gave small grunts each time she worked it further in, water flowing prodigiously as mead of inspiration. She seemed to be trying to expand her tunnel, though why I was not sure. When satisified she goto up, measured a distance of thirty paces back, then started to run. I mentioned earlier that she was a gymnast; well, she started into one of her series of flic-flacs. I recognised this particular exercise, which scared the hell out of me, since it was the one that ended with a landing that carried on down to the splits. Towards me she charged, and of course as she neared I flinched and landed in the water - as she had planned, the two-timing, no-good, double-crossing dastardly bitch. Landing with a peel of laughter several feet beyond the pool, she came back over and mounted me. |