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Poolside

By: Flashlight7.5



"Oh fuck, that feels good," Jennie moaned as Joe's hands slid down her back. 

"Is that getting it?" Joe asked.

"Maybe. I don't know. I can still feel it in my middle back."

Joe and Jennie had been swimming on this hot summer day for the last hour. They both had the day off from their respective summer jobs, and they needed the break. Joe had been rushing from the convenience store to baseball practice every day, and Jennie had worked a whole week without a day off at the video store. She usually didn't mind so much, as she would need the money for books in the fall. The campus stores weren't cheap, and the used bookstores weren't much better. Joe was trying to save up money for the start of his freshman year at college next year, but figured most of it was going to be spent on the prom this year. He was desperately trying to get into Wendy Yost's jeans, but so far had no luck. He figured a nice night of wining and dining might lead to some sixty-nining.

Their parents were out of town, gone for a visit to their Aunt Andrea's place in Chicago. They both decided at breakfast that morning to do nothing but laze around the house all day, swim now and then, and watch Iron Chef together later that night.

However, while swimming, Jennie got a tight knot in her back. It was bad enough that Joe helped her out of the pool, for fear that his sister would fall over. He laid her down on a beach towel, hot from the July sun, and started to knead at her back after she asked him to help get it out. Joe's strong catcher's hands soon rubbed rough on Jennie's soft back though, and she nearly crawled away from him in pain.

"Shit, Joe! You're givin' me an Indian burn!"

"Sorry!" Joe blurted. "I didn't...Hand me that oil."

"Good idea," Jennie agreed, and handed Joe the bottle of tanning oil. 

The oil was hot in Joe's hands and Jennie turned her head to her left and let out a deep breath as her brother's hands, all slippery and warm, slid down her strong back.

"Aaaaah!" She winced, baring her teeth.

"Is that it?" Joe asked, pressing deeper into the knot just under her bikini strap.

"Yes. Fuck, that hurts."

"You want me to stop?"

"No, it's a good hurt." Jennie chuckled. "Here." She folded her arms behind her back and untied her dark green bikini top, revealing the final inch of her spine to Joe's slippery hands. Joe sunk his thumbs into her hard muscles, making little fishhooks with them and drawing the tension further away from her spine.

That's when he noticed the throbbing under his swim trunks. They were still damp, but quickly drying in the July heat. His cock was growing by the second as he straddled over his sisters thighs and worked his fingers into her back. The base of his cock was fitting quite nicely between her ass cheeks, he noticed. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered what he was doing! His heart was racing and the sweat on his forehead seemed to be coming out of hundreds of little faucets behind his hairline. She had to notice. How could she not? 

His hands moved to her lower back, brushing along the top of his bikini bottoms and barely brushing her hips. He looked over his sister's ass for a good long while as he pushed his thumbs into her sacrum. His eyes roamed down her thighs and then back up her ribs, trying to catch a peek at her breasts.

"You wanna try and pop my back?" Jennie asked.

"Yeah, sure," Joe squeaked.

He cupped his hands together, leaving the edges of them on either side of his sister's spine. He thrust forward with his hips, shoving his hands down and forward. Jennie's upper back made a deep popping sound, and she let out a sigh. Joe's hands dropped a bit more, and again Jennie's back let out a blissful crunch. Joe tried the lower back, but nothing went back into place. He tried again, shoving his hips forward, and digging his cock into the cleft of his sister's ass. He tried again, letting out a loud grunt. Jennie's back arched up a bit as he pressed into her.

"Wow, Joe, are you trying to fuck my ass or what?" She laughed.

"No!" Joe laughed nervously. "I was just trying to get your lower back in, that's all."

"Well, you can rub my ass, Joe, but don't fuck it! Geez!" She laid her head back down on the towel.

"You want me to rub your ass?" Joe asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's sore too!"

Joe, his hands shaking, pulled his sister's bottoms down off her. Her whole tanned, naked, nineteen year-old body laid before him. He was trembling. Her legs were long, her thighs were strong, her ass was firm. He squeezed oil over her cheeks in little dribbles. Jennie moaned happily, and Joe squeezed his sister's ass in both hands. His fingers kneaded into her muscles, and her body writhed slightly. Joe noticed her smiling. Was she getting off on this? His cock felt like it could burst at any second. His thumbs dragged along the backs of her thighs, creeping inside just a bit. Jennie spread her legs just a bit, and Joe's thumbs brushed over her lips.

Jennie gasped. Joe bit his lip.

"Oh, fuck, Jennie. What are we doin'?"

"I don't know, Joe. Just touch me." She raised her hips a bit, and reached down under her belly to spread her lips a little more. It was the most erotic thing Joe had ever seen. His sister was splayed out on the towel before him, one of her feet dangling in the pool, and her wet cunt open for him.

He brushed over her clit with his fingers, and she cried out sharply, nearly scaring Joe. He let out a deep breath and twisted one finger into his sister's cunt. She moaned and pushed backwards, sending Joe's finger deeper. He used his middle finger to stroke her clit, and she gripped the towel. Her mouth opened, but she only made little, halted cries as she came. Joe groaned as she clamped onto his finger and wiggled under the hot sun. She bit her lip as her hips moved in languid circles. Joe pulled his soaked hand away as his breathing was speeding up out of control.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He realized.

"Let me see, let me see!" Jennie spun around surprisingly fast, yanking down Joe's trunks as soon as she faced them. Joe's rigid cock was spurting hot, sticky cum in a high arc. Jennie cheered and squeezed the base of Joe's cock. Joe let out an "Oh!" that echoed into the neighbor's yard. Joe looked around in a panic, and then remembered the seven foot security wall around the pool. His cum splashed onto his sister's shoulder as she moved away from it landing in her hair. Joe nearly collapsed atop her.

"Shit!" Joe yelled as he shuddered. "I never came so hard in my life."

"What? All two times you've cum, not counting all the jack-offs in your bedroom?"

"Oh, fuck you!" Joe snarled and pushed her into the pool. She came back up immediately at the poolside in front of him. He kneeled before her, his hands on his hips and laughing a macho guffaw. She looked at him with a glance of teasing anger.

"Why don't you join me?" She beckoned with her middle finger.

"Oh no!" Joe held up his hands. "You'd give me a super wedgie with my trunks or something."

"Maybe." Jennie smiled, then pushed herself up from the water. She leaned forward just right to wrap her lips and tongue around the head of Joe's softening cock for just a moment.

"Maybe not." She grinned, and slipped back into the water, leaving Joe with a suddenly cramped stomach and an urge to get his trunks completely off.

Poolside



He is lying on a pool chair, legs out in front of him, basking in the sun. It is humid and hot. No rain in days. The pool's water can be heard lapping near his side. Softly flowing by, his hand drifts back and forth in the cool water....drawing figure 8's with his fingers.....his mind drifting off. He hasn't had a day off in a while, and this much needed rest in the sun is perfect. In his mind, he is swirling off the waves of a distant beach, the white sands tickling his toes as he ambles through the waves as they crest and fall on the shore. This ocean water is warm, not like the pool, but his mind cannot tell the difference.

And then she moved closer. Her body rippling the pools surface as her shape breaks through the currents. Slowly approaching him, she is silent. Lowering her body deeper into the water, shoulder depth, her jaw jutted forward ready to float towards her prey, those circling fingers.... As she nears her target, she opens her pouting mouth, bares her teeth and waits for the moment when the hand stops making one figure and moves to the next. Then she attacks. Bites his index finger with her front teeth, the pull is light but intense. He doesn't struggle, he has heard her approach, smiling to himself that she has found him here by the pool. His eyes remain closed, imagining what little she is wearing. The bite has changed to a suck, which produces a larger smile on the prey, as he slowly retracts his hand from the pool, attacker attached and intact. His hand guides her out of the pool and standing next to him on the deck. Her body drips with the remaining of the liquid of the pool, creating a puddle around his chair, as it grows, and runs toward shelter, his feet get wet. She releases her jaws and sits at his feet.

She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening.

Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits between the feet. Touching her hands on his knees and squeezing slightly on them, making him open his eyes for the next intent, he is delighted to see she has worn his favorite suit, the one she keeps with her at all times. She gives him the oil, directing his hands to her massive bosom, to prepare her chest for tanning. He rubs in the oil with the hands of a well trained masseuse. Carefully outlining the curves of her shape, taking note of the differing textures and sensations to pursue, he rubs firmly, so firmly that she must lean into him for fear of loosing her perch. Her pussy is growing impatient with the owner and impulses her to move closer to her goal- the hat.

Taking the hat off his loins, and placing it on her own head, she is greeted by a smiling cock, directed up at her. Stepping over his legs one by one, turning her body away from his and placing it between his legs and chest, she sets her pussy down on his hard shaft, easing it in with perfection. Her growing smile reveals her loins delight, and the hands caressing her shape bring her to immediate orgasm. She loves it when his hands take her from behind, it always produces extremely satisfying results. Standing up slightly to allow the cock some air, the friction of the bodies is easy to be felt, she plunges down harder on his anxious pole. Repeating these moves, the juices of her vault proceed in multitude, causing squishing and squeaking noises from their joining.

His hands are all over her tits. Grabbing the nipples between his strong fingers, they instantly stand at attention, begging for release. Rock hard, the breasts seize slightly under the pressure. He bows his head onto her neck, kissing her lightly. She tips her head back to cradle his efforts...pleading for more. She cums again. Cock riding, juices flowing, balls growing, people moaning in delight. His hands hit her harder as the impulses begin to churn in his groin. Rhythmically he times his rejoices in his groins to those of his hands, together pleasing them both. He is close to cumming, and stops his movements.

He grabs her by the shoulders, and lies her back on the chair, lying then on top of her, her legs spread eagle around his waist. Pumping and churning deeper still into her hole, his cock is growing. He can feel the chasms building as he maneuvers on top of her. He opens his eyes and sees her smiling up at him. Her hands reach for the cool water in the pool, and drenches them with the refreshing fluids. Their bodies doubly glistening from their efforts and the chlorine. His ass moves through the air, up and down, back and forth, even sideways as he attempts to reach her mouth with his cock, by way of her pussy. She is so wet, her pussy is cleansing the oil from her labors off of him, mixing into a strange solution as seen on his legs.

He is close to cumming and she can sense it. She pulls herself up to sitting, flips his legs over behind her ass, and begins to sit on top of his cock, while he lays stunned and gazes at her. Never before has any woman moved so fluidly, and with such fucking grace, from one position to the next, he wonders where he will finally fuck her. And then he can see, she is guiding him into the pool, to fuck under the currents of the depths beside them. Easing herself off of him, backing her ass away, pointing at her empty pussy, curling her fingers to make him follow, he is lead by his huge fucking cock. More buoyant as one, they float together, rejoined in the pool, causing new ripples and currents in the water, as it laps along the edges of the foundation.

The coolness of the water refreshes their warm bodies, prolonging their fucking and longing for the climax. Anchored on the side of the pool, her arms out like a T, her legs spread floating out before her. On his stomach, floating there in front of her pussy, he eats and drinks her in. His tongue explores her hidden caverns, searching for that one spot that brings her to ecstasy. Sensing he is close, he looks up at her for direction, but gets none orally. He can see plainly on her face that he is already at that junction, between pleasure and delight, her face has given her away. He sucks with force, seeing her devoured from his view. His cock grows harder still, and craves her loins once more.

Grabbing the ornate detailing at the edge of the pool for leverage, he places his cock once more in that warm wet pussy he loves so much. Draped on top of her, his arms holding steady just above her own, he rams his cock deeper still into her awaiting hole. They are both close now, the rocking of their bodies has created waves of love in the pool. Pulsing with the joy of a good fuck, his balls begin to churn his love juice, shooting it further, and filling his hard cock with his efforts. He is ready to explode, and looks down on His prey....he leans forward to kiss her at the moment of climax. Holding onto her face and the side of the pool, he releases his load, again and again and again,.....spilling out of her into the light blue sea in the pool. A small trail of creamy honey is released from the lovers as the lay together, joined at the groin, fucking as one body. They remain kissing with the passion of life long lovers, the waves of their movements bubbling past their entwined bodies, caressing them, cooling them, and finally joining them.



Poolside



Inspired by a friend's true story; thanks Amelia!

Amelia was exhausted. What had she been thinking, shopping all day in her condition? In her seventh month of pregnancy, any prolonged activity, even something as simple as shopping, absolutely wore her out. But, Amelia thought, she needed to get out, and Erica was the perfect shopping partner. She was so vibrant, alive, daring. Amelia shook her head in astonishment remembering the flirtatious things Erica had done. Undressing sales clerks with her eyes, then describing to Amelia in intimate detail the imagined body parts hidden beneath the clothes.

Amelia and Erica had been friends for just a few months, just since she and her husband had moved into the new house. Though several years younger, Amelia felt that she was often the mature one when she and Erica went on these excursions. And if even half the things Erica had told her about her sex life were true, well! In a way, Amelia was able to live out her fantasies via proxy. Erica always told her the most intimate details of her trysts, and Amelia thrilled to hear them. More than once, Amelia had used her friend's stories as excellent masturbatory fantasy.

Arriving home, she wanted nothing more than to get off her feet for a while. The child within her was large, she felt as if she was carrying around a watermelon strapped to her tummy. As she pulled the car into the driveway, she could hear shouts coming from the back of the house. As she walked to the backyard, she was delighted to see that her husband Tom was enjoying the pool. With him were at least four of his friends.

"Hi, honey!" Tom yelled from the pool, "How was shopping?"

Amelia made her way to a chaise lounge poolside and sat down. To be off her feet at last! It felt heavenly. She told Tom about shopping, omitting much of Erica's outrageous behavior. In her condition she felt unattractive. No sense giving him images of some sexy redhead to obsess over. Tom explained that he and the guys had been on the golf course and had gotten so hot they decided to hit the pool to cool off. They all made small talk for a while, but it was becoming obvious that some of Tom's friends were a little hesitant to exit the pool.

"Honey, maybe you ought to go in for a while, Lie down in the air conditioning. You'll feel better," Tom suggested.

"But I've just gotten this load," she indicated her tummy, "off my feet, sweetie. I think I'll just stay here for a while if that's okay."

"Well, some of the guys didn't bring suits," Tom began, and then trailed off. Amelia understood. Five naked men in the pool! Instead of taking her husband's suggestion, however, Amelia made no attempt to rise. Perhaps it was the hormones, after all, pregnancy sure had caused some weird mood swings with her. Or perhaps it was her recent exposure to her friend's libertine ways, but Amelia decided to be bold. She shifted her buttocks in the chaise, spreading her legs a bit wider. This position always helped alleviate the pressure the baby placed on her abdomen, so it was not a provocative move. But the results were the same as if it had been.

The men in the pool suddenly grew quite. All eyes were on her. Finally, her husband's voice broke the stillness.

"Amelia," he said, "Your shorts are, uh, open." She realized then what he meant. She wasn't used to wearing shorts with such baggy legs. In her position, she was showing Tom's friends much more of herself than they were used to seeing! Her husband climbed from the pool, his penis semi-erect. She smiled at the thought that she could have that effect even in her current condition. He stepped next to her and moved his hand to adjust her shorts. As he did so, she suddenly became brazen. She grasped his hand and slid it across her sex, pushing into the thick pubic hair that was now totally exposed to his friends.

Perhaps it was her attitude, or maybe the beer they had been drinking before she arrived, but something made her husband pick up on her cue. Slowly his finger slipped between her vaginal lips, gently stroking up and down the slit. As it rose to touch her clitoris, Amelia pushed her hips up to meet his hand. With one hand she reached out and began to stroke his cock, which had grown to its full size.

It was as if no one else existed at that moment. Tom's hand expertly began to probe and stroke her sex while she ran her fingers up and down his stiffness. She spread her legs wider, allowing him better access, and he inserted two fingers into her now very wet pussy. They stroked each other in unison, making love with their hands. As Tom pushed deeper into her vagina with his fingers, Amelia had the overwhelming desire to take him in her mouth. She reached out and grasped his buttocks with one hand, pulling him closer. As his penis came within reach of her lips, her hand guided it to her mouth.

This action had the desired effect. Tom began to finger-fuck her in earnest. She could hear the sloppy sound of her wet vagina as he stroked his fingers in and out. She sucked on his hard hot cock, savoring his flavor. She became so consumed in this activity she did not notice that Tom's friends had left the pool. Then she looked up.

The sight that met her eyes was astonishing but very exciting. Four men stood nearby, naked, watching. Each was stroking his erection, masturbating to the sight of Amelia and her husband. She found this to be so incredibly exciting, the dam broke and she began to climax, strongly. Her orgasm seemed to cause a chain reaction. As she moaned her delight, Tom pulled out of her mouth and began to spew his jism all over her face. The observers were also beginning to ejaculate, their semen splattering on the side of the pool. The sight of five men spurting their gooey white cum caused Amelia to orgasm again. Or perhaps it was simply an extension of her first. She didn't know nor did she care. The feeling was too overwhelmingly pleasurable to even try to think.

At last, the moment was ended. Tom, looking sheepish, grabbed a towel and began to clean his semen from her. His friends likewise were cleaning up and slipping on their shorts. No one spoke. An embarrassing silence hung over the pool. Finally, with her husband's help, Amelia rose and went into the house.

Looking back, months later, Amelia found it funny that no one ever mentioned what happened that afternoon. But one thing she was certain, she would never forget it. 



Poolside



It’s a hot summer’s day, the neighborhood is quiet, everyone is either at work or the beach. Its days like these I'm glad we had the pool put in last spring. I got the cleaning done late morning, and decided I'd go for a swim. The 6 foot privacy fence we had put up always came in handy on days like today, when all I wanted to do was take off all my clothes and dive in, which is exactly what I did. With the temperatures being in the mid to high 90s the water was a cool welcome to my naked body. The only thing that would make today any better was to have you here with me.

As I swam thoughts of you began to fill my head, and I longed for you to be home, so I could make love to you. To feel your lips pressed against mine, as we kissed passionately. Our bodies close from our embrace, the feel of your soft skin, as our bodies intertwine with one anothers. The more I thought of you the faster and harder I swam, feeling the water hit me like a rocket, my body feeling like it is going to explode.

I swam to the shallow end of the pool and sat on the steps. My mind began racing in a million different directions, remembering the first night we spent in our pool, on those steps, making love to one another, and all the times since that night. I can't help but take my hand and begin slowly running it across my neck, remembering how your hand feels as you touch my cheek, then run it down the side of my neck, sliding it across my shoulder, down to my breast. I take my hand, and slowly begin to slide it down my neck, softly moaning, with thoughts of you filling my head. I gently begin massaging my breast, so longing for it to be your hand touching me, massaging me, squeezing me. I want so badly to feel your touch, to look into your eyes and tell you how very much I love you, need you, want you.

With my hand massaging my breast still, I take my thumb and forefinger and begin rolling my nipple between them, tugging on it, pinching it, teasing it. I so wish I could feel your touch, see the way you look at me as you lower your mouth to begin slowly sucking on my nipple, softly biting it, mmmmm.

I stand up, and walk from the pool steps to the lounge chair, I position the lounge chair so that its at a slight angle, and sit down. The sun beating down on my body, as the water from the pool slowly drips off my body onto the concrete. My hand still massaging my breast, my fingers teasing my nipple. I slide my other hand across my other breast, before guiding it down my stomach, slowly. My freshly shaved kitty, smooth and soft, longing to be played with. I could feel my clit begin to swell, as my fingers slowly slid closer. I let out a soft moan, as my finger reaches my clit, and I slowly begin to massage it, my moans getting louder. I beginning pull on my nipple, harder, squeezin my breast, as I feel my wetness growing. I slowly begin sliding one finger in and out of my soft wet kitty. My moans growing louder, and more frequent, still pulling on my nipple, I begin moving my finger in and out faster, harder, my finger covered with my juices my moans which were once soft have turned into loud moans of sheer pleasure and ecstasy. I take my finger soaked from my juices, and suck on it, mmmmmm how sweet, so warm, so filling.

I wish that you were here, to taste me, to lick up my juices, so sweet, so warm, so plentiful. Thoughts of you have always made me extremely wet, as you well know. I run my hand back down my stomach to my kitty, and take 2 fingers, and slowly begin sliding them in and out, while teasing my clit with my thumb. Thoughts of you filling my mind, my fingers sliding in and out faster, harder, deeper, my moans turning to screams of pleasure, mmmmmmm ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh how I love making myself cum for you, the thoughts of you getting me off, as they have so many times before. Slamming my fingers inside of me, I want to cum for you, so bad, to allow myself to just let completely go. I can feel my orgasm, right there, so close, I massage my clit harder, faster, my fingers sliding quickly in and out, hard, fast, deep, my nipple being pinched, and pulled. I can't take it anymore, and I feel myself explode, my orgasm rushing my fingers like water breaking a dam, I let out a scream, of ecstasy.

I lay there on the lounge chair, my body shaking, reflecting back on what just happened. I take my fingers and suck them slowly into my mouth, cleaning them off as though they were yours, and I can't help but look at my watch, 2 more hours and you'll be home, hope your hungry..................



Poolside



He put on his swimsuit, grabbed his towel and headed out to the pool. While on his rounds he looked through the window on the door to the indoor pool and spotted her towel laid out on the tile. They met usually once a week to get in some laps and talk about life. They'd been doing it since he began working as the gym's night watchman. Technically he wasn't supposed to let anyone else in at night but there was an unspoken agreement between all of the maintenance and security personnel that it didn't matter as long as nothing was missing, broken or dirty in the morning.

She had been his best friend for years. These swimming sessions were perfect for them both, it gave him company for at least some of the night and she got a chance to exercise a little each week and they both got to meet without having to go somewhere where they would be inspired to eat.

As he left the changing room she was finishing a lap. This also wasn't uncommon. She usually got to the gym about ten minutes before it closed and went straight to get changed into her suit. As soon as security had checked the pool and changing rooms (she'd been instructed on the password to acknowledge her unofficial right to be there) she would spread out her towel and start swimming laps. He would confirm that the building was empty, check all the doors then join her in the pool. They would swim for as long as they needed to release a week's worth of tension then lay on their towels and talk about life. It was the happiest and most content he would be all week.

Today he noticed her single piece bathing suit, the dark blue emphasizing her smooth light skin. Like most of it's kind these days there was almost no back to it. The straps appeared at her shoulders, merged with the front along the side but did not come together until scandalously close to the top of her firm butt. The rear cut was almost as revealing, it reminded him of the half step between a bikini cut and a thong. He preferred single piece suits to bikinis as they left more to the imagination while still revealing everything the woman had to offer.

He shook those thoughts from his head. She had a boyfriend, and even if she didn't she was his best friend and he wouldn't risk that relationship. She reached the nearest side of the pool and put her hands on the edge to steady herself.

"Everyone gone?"

"All locked up." He replied cheerfully. This too was their traditional greeting. She shifted her weight and used her hands to pull her half way out of the water. He tried not to stare. Her breasts were resting on her crossed arms, accented by both her suit and the position. He never had been able to figure out if women were conscious of the fact that they emphasized their breasts when they crossed their arms under them. Usually he was certain they were but it wasn't her style to flaunt her body. She was usually too self-conscious about it.

He wasn't sure why he was thinking along these lines tonight. It had been years since he'd entertained serious romantic thoughts about her. Perhaps it was because it had been a long while since he'd been laid. 'Too long'. Perhaps it was simply the way the front of the suit cut so low that he was sure her areola were only just out of sight.

She patted the tile next to her. He shook off his thought once more and moved over next to her. He sat down, his knees at the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the warm water. As she turned to face him he realized the advantage of moving closer was that she was no longer inadvertently thrusting her breasts forward. He could still see them, but they were comfortably distorted by the rippling water.

"We broke up." He barely heard her. It took his mind a second to translate the mumbled sentence. "We've both been denying it, but it's really been over for a while now. We just didn't have the courage to admit it."

"You want to talk about it?" She shifted her gaze to meet his briefly before lowering it again.

She had a bemused look on her face. "Not really. Let's talk about something else." She swam a little closer to his knee, still refusing to meet his eyes. "We could talk about bathing suits." Her eyes flicked up to meet his briefly. She noticed his confused look and smiled. There was something almost feral about her smile. "What kind of suits do you like? Do you like mine?"

She swam straight backwards a few strokes. With a strong kick of the legs she lifted her torso out of the water briefly before being dunked. When she resurfaced she was even closer to his knee. Water ran from her hair and skin, emphasizing the soft curves of her face. He was acutely aware of how close she was. Something was definitely different tonight. He could feel his groin beginning to heat with a rush of blood. He would need to get into the comfortable anonymity of the pool soon if this continued. For the first time he was glad she wasn't meeting his gaze. She would easily see his embarrassment, and probably his arousal, if she were.

"I like loose bathing suits on men though." He started to nod in understanding when suddenly it hit him why she was looking down. She had been staring up the leg of his suit since he sat down. His knees snapped together. She swam so close he could feel the ripples from her treading water. When she looked up he knew her smile was feral. "It wasn't just the fading passion you know. The reason I broke up with him. There was something else."

His heart was racing. He couldn't allow what she was implying. He couldn't risk everything. His heart might be divided but his brain knew it couldn't go further. Unfortunately his body disagreed completely, as was beginning to become evident through his loose trunks.

She smiled hungrily at the sight and moved even closer. Her ample, curved breasts pressed slightly against his legs, allowing him to feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric. She placed her hands on his knees, running them slightly along the inside of his legs. He grew a little more.

"We shouldn't," he stammered. "We're great friends but..." she put a finger to his lips to silence him. This motion caused her to shift slightly out of the water once more. This time the fabric of her suit dragged against his knee and caused the suit to pull back slightly exposing more of her perfect breast then he had ever seen. When he grew quite a bit more she was openly staring at it, a very hungry look in her eyes.

She brought her hand back down and noted the exposed nipple. Her eyes flashed to meet his. She smiled and used the same hand to tug slightly at the waist of the suit. The extra tension caused both of her breasts to leap halfway out of the suit. He was now fully hard.

Hands on his knees she pushed slightly on his legs. Initially he resisted until he realized that his heart was now in full agreement with his body. The tension drained from his legs as she spread them wide and moved right to the edge of the pool. Her face was now only an inch away from his engorged member. She had positioned herself so that she could look up and see both his face and her desire at the same time. She smiled at his confusion then leaned forward and kissed it lightly through the fabric.

He could feel extra blood rushing into his sex. His body was trying to enlarge it once more only this time the blood was straining against the limits of his skin. She wasn't helping the situation any, dragging a finger up the inside of his thigh until she reached the bottom of his trunks. Her other fingers flicked out, shifting aside the obstruction, and she slid her entire hand slowly up the inside of his leg.

The fire in his loins spread quickly to his hips as she reached out, underneath the fabric, and began to message the base of his testicles. His heart was racing and his breath had become shallow. He was now leaning backward heavily, braced by his arms. The expansion of his arousal forced his head back and a gasp to escape his lips.

Once he managed to control his breathing slightly he looked back down at her, his best friend, to see the gleam in her eyes and a grin spreading across her face. Slowly, and without stopping her message, her other hand came over and slid the leg of his swimsuit up until it caught on his erection. She moved it a little further, revealing the current object of her ministrations, and leaned forward again. Gently she put her mouth to the base of his testicles and sucked, flicking her tongue against the portion caught in her mouth.

He gasped again as a shudder ran through his body. Every nerve in his body was warm and his skin was sensitive even to the slight breeze drifting through the room. While her mouth was occupied she used both hands to untangle the bathing suit from his erection. As soon as the fabric was clear she gently grasped his shaft with both hands.

Suddenly she pulled back quickly. Her eyes were wide as she gasped in surprised pleasure. He'd been told he was good sized, and had even commented that to her in passing, but apparently she hadn't realized it. Her hands had released his member almost immediately so that she could fully appreciate what she had loosed. Her grin once again turned feral and the hunger returned to her eyes in force.

Before he realized what was happening his body surged with pleasure. Her hands grasped at his inner hips as she lunged forward swallowing his engorged member to its base. The pressure from her lips at the base combined with the pressure from her throat at the tip sent him reeling, causing him to collapse from hands to elbows. She seemed to regain some control over herself and pulled her head back, halfway up his cock. The action caused a greater shudder to course through him threatening to spill him onto his back. When he looked down she met his eyes, the wicked gleam had returned to them.

Her hands flashed out, causing her to loose her lift and sink. Now she not only had him fully covered but she was pressing slightly on his balls. His body shuddered violently even as he discovered the course of her hands. She grabbed his hands and pulled, causing his elbows to slide on the wet tile and sending him crashing onto his back. He didn't feel the impact, his body was awash in ecstasy.

Her hands moved back to his pelvis. Her arms lay along each leg. She lifted her body forward and up while her thumbs began to trace circles on his package. As her mouth slid up his sex she left it dripping with saliva. Using her arms for lift she could now move her hands and began sliding them up and down underneath her mouth. Every other repetition she would remove her hands and fully engulf him.

His breath was short. His body was now shuddering constantly, and only the fact that his knees where over the edge of the pool was keeping his hips from thrusting wildly. His balls felt swollen and he suddenly felt blood pulsing erratically in his penis. "You should stop. NOW."

She stopped for a moment on the down-stroke while his head was deep in her throat. Her eyes met his in understanding. She had just enough time to pull free and he wouldn't explode, a few more and he would. Her eyes twinkled even more fiercely. "Mmmm-mmm" she murmured, her mouth full. Blood pulsed faster as the vibrations stimulated deep into his overly sensitive flesh. She shook her head slightly in confirmation of her intentions, even before noticing the effects her attempts to speak had rendered.

Quickly she opened her mouth fully and pulled all the way back, without so much as touching his cock. She waited for the pulsing to subside, occasionally dripping saliva on the head of his penis. The spit glided down his shaft and collected at her hands. She had moved them to the base of his member and simply wrapped her thumbs and forefingers into and "O". After what seemed like an eternity to him she slid her hands back up his erection, lubricating it once more with the collected saliva. Seeing something she approved of she nodded once more.

She leaned forward once more and her mouth followed her hands as she slid them back down his shaft. She took the entire member in once more before stopping. He felt the edges of her mouth shift into a tight smile and he wondered what she had planned. He found out a moment later as she began to hum tunelessly. Sensation exploded through him as the vibrations seemed to reach every erogenous zone in his groin. Now she was moving her head back up to the tip, continuing to hum. He lost control of his muscles. He twitched and shuddered as she went all the way back down. She continued to hum as she moved her head until only the very tip was in her mouth then all the way back down where he could feel her throat constricting.

"St...st...s...sto..." but he couldn't control his breathing enough to finish a simple word. His penis was twitching madly within her mouth. Just as he knew he was about to climax an absurd thought occurred to him. 'I'm going to have to figure out how to strain cum from the pool!' Then the world went black as his eyes crashed closed. Every nerve, every muscle, every sinew in his body exploded into ecstatic sensation. The pressure in his groin emptied as he erupted into her tightened mouth.

He'd had blowjobs before and expected her to simply stop once he finished, but she didn't. Now he knew what the gleam had been. She sped up her ministrations as her hum got LOUDER. He writhed on the floor. Somehow she continued to take his entire piece into her mouth, though she now only raised her mouth the edge of his head. He lost all sensation of time as his body jerked and spasmed in the purest pleasure he had ever known. Minutes passed though to him it was an eternity.

He began to wonder if he was going to pass out when finally she stopped on a down-stroke. She waited until his body had relaxed and slowly pulled her head up. His body twitched again and he felt the corners of her lips tighten in that smile. She had found a new exquisite way to torture him. This was short lived by comparison as his body grew accustomed to the pauses and his excitement diminished between each torment.

Finally she pulled her head back and he didn't shudder. She pulled herself clear and swam back a few feet gazing in wonder. Meanwhile he managed to drag his weak body back into a full sitting position. He looked down, his dick was still hanging slightly out of his suit but he found two surprises; the first was that he was still partially erect, the second that there was no sign of his orgasm. His eyes grew wide and flew to her, his best friend.

Her tongue poked out between her lips and began to trace them, leaving a slight amount of white cream as they passed. She closed her mouth and swallowed before speaking. "I've never gone that far before."

He looked at her, his eyes still slightly glazed. "I've NEVER felt like THAT before." His old, self-conscious best friend smiled in embarrassment as she quickly swam over to the ladder.

As she began to lift herself out of the pool she looked at him. "We should talk about it." As she pulled herself up the ladder water poured off of her body causing blood to flow where he shouldn't have the energy. Now he could see the full effect of the single piece bathing suit and his member engorged again.

The bottom of the suit was little more then half an inch wide where it covered her treasure. The hips were cut very high and seemed to wait until the last possible second to flair out to cover her sides. The effect of the lower part of the suit was to demonstrate how completely she shaved and silky smooth skin flowed underneath it. When out of the buoyancy of the water her breasts settled slightly and the suit clung even more closely to them. Although she had readjusted her suit at some point to cover them, he could clearly see her nipples and areola through the wet fabric. He wondered if she was as turned on as her breasts implied. After all the water was warm and the temperature in the room was intentionally kept even warmer.

He managed to crawl over to the towel and collapsed next to it as she walked over and stood above him, dripping on the towel. He had a near perfect view and found himself wondering what the slight cleft in her suit truly looked like. He was so focused on her crevice that he was startled when her perfect breasts leapt free of her suit. He glanced up, her nipples and areola were both swollen. Again he lost himself even as her arms were dragging the suit down, exposing more of her perfect form. He couldn't catch up. He found himself lagging a couple of inches behind the suit as it slipped down and off her body.

When all that was left was the thin vertical strip covering her groin she stopped. His eyes managed to catch up to the suit by the time she kicked him lightly. His eyes flashed towards hers in confusion. Her eyes flicked briefly to the towel below her a couple of times before he caught the hint and shifted position until he was lying on it. Her smile broadened as she let the suit fall away from her.

As she stepped out of the discarded clothing she placed a foot on either side of his body. As she dropped down to her knees, straddling him, he realized that she had placed some form of padding beneath the towel. It became perfectly clear this whole evening was no chance encounter between them.

His eyes were now inches away from her prize. As he leaned forward his nose told him that not all of the moisture between her legs was from the pool. His arms came up to grab her naked hips and he pulled himself into her warmth.

She moaned slightly as his tongue parted her lips and found it's way into the edges of her recess. He removed his tongue as his mouth found its way forward. He used his tongue to find the perfect spot, but rather then increase the pressure and speed, as he knew women wanted, he sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and her body shook within his arms. He'd met all of her boyfriends and knew none of them would ever have thought to do this to her. Heck, most of them rarely went down on her at all.

He sucked gently and in rhythm. Her shudders grew more frequent as her gasps turned into moans. Now that she had become accustomed to the feeling, somewhat, he pulled back his lips slightly, letting her clitoris drag between his teeth as it was drawn into and released from his mouth. Her moans grew louder and more drawn out and her legs began to twitch. He waited once again, continuing the process. In, out. In, out.

He knew she wouldn't become accustomed to this. Eventually it would send her over the edge, but he had more to teach her about pleasure. The next time he sucked her into his mouth, dragging lightly across his teeth, his tongue flicked and caressed her. She shuddered violently as her legs gave out driving him onto his back, pinned by her beautiful warmth.

He smiled, having known this would happen, having counted on it. The added pressure of her weight pushing against his face turned her moan into a squeak. He continued to suck and tongue her, lifting his head slightly to add even more pressure.

She reached a shaking arm back and groped for his manhood. Her eyes flew open when she finally gripped it and found it well swollen once more. He wasn't fully hard but the warmth of her pressing against his face, the smell of her flowing lust, and the vicarious enjoyment of her budding orgasm would soon cure that. She tried to rub him but her lack of muscle control turned it into a coarse jerk. He shook his head and murmured "uh-uh" while still sucking and flicking her. As had happened with him the sound tore into her nerves and she screamed in pleasure.

He moved his head down slightly, shifting his arms tighter around her hips. She gasped for breath during the brief reprieve but he was only changing positions. A moment later his finger pressed where his mouth had just been and his tongue darted as deep within her as he could reach. She screamed in pleasure, she arched backwards and her arms shot straight back. His own sex pulsed in anticipation.




Poolside



Her arms flew forward a second later. Her fingers snaked through his hair and she grabbed his head, pulling it forward into its original position. He wasn't hurt or offended by her action. He knew he had pushed her beyond her threshold for pleasure. He hoped there would be a time, later, when he could teach her new boundaries for ecstasy.

She screamed. He sucked her back into his mouth. She glided across his teeth and his tongue leapt out to meet her quickly before she passed back across the teeth and out of his mouth once more. He could feel her moisture flowing down his face. She shuddered and then started bucking. His arms clamped into a vice grip, holding her hips to his face, increasing the pressure on his mouth. He sucked her in, stimulated her then released her. Again and again as her body betrayed her need to escape the ecstasy. What breath she could gasp was immediately expelled with a scream of pure heaven.

Her hands scrambled for his and she began to tug at them. He wasn't sure whether it was her will or her body's driving her actions but it didn't matter. He let go and she fell backwards, away from his offending mouth. Her hands dragged as she caught her breath and shifted her position. Her knees were now beside his waist. She leaned forward and bit his nipple lightly. He shuddered but his attention was on her hands hidden behind her back. A moment later he realized what she was doing once she acted. His already enlarged member swelled rock hard as he felt the latex cover first the tip then the shaft. She really had planned for everything except the extent of her own incredible experience. He could tell she was still caught in the grip of orgasm as she shook and shuddered while unrolling the condom.

The moment the condom reached his limit his hands flashed forward grabbing her hips. He thrust forward quickly impaling her. He knew his girth would hurt her initially but he had discovered it was better to move quickly, especially when she was still in the midst of her climax. She screamed in pleasure and a glance at her blissful expression told him she hadn't noticed the pain, if their truly had been any.

He barely had time to snake a hand between her legs and begin to stimulate her further when she collapsed on top of him, screaming and writhing. His hand continued to work, pinned under her weight.

He could feel her pleasure now as her muscles squirmed and contracted around his lust. The fire quickly spread from his groin to the rest of his body. He was beginning to loose himself to her, merging as he never had before. His breathing came faster as she bit and sucked at his shoulder and scratched at his sides.

They were swelling. They needed the release found within each other. Their body rocked forward with each thrust, nipples colliding and spreading even more waves of electricity. They burst, exploding into and around one another. They finally collapsed, not quickly but still too soon after.

After a few minutes to catch their breath and bask in the glow of shared heaven they looked towards each other. "I was hoping we could make this more than a weekly meeting."



Poolside



Eric had never understood how he got along so well with Danielle. There were no romantic feelings between them, but they were best friends, even though they were polar opposites; Eric was tall, skinny, quiet and unsocial while Danielle was fairly short, pleasantly plump in a Brandy Talore-ish way, busty, outgoing and promiscuous. They had known each other since they were kids and lived in the same California city their whole lives. Eric was now 21 and Danielle 20. He was still studying while she worked in a music store as a clerk. They often spent time together, occasionally meeting at "The Shack", a restaurant near her workplace. Today was Friday, the end of their working week. Eric wore pants, a white shirt and Converse sneakers while Danielle wore a jeans miniskirt, a maroon tube top with the logo "YOU CALL ME SLUT LIKE IT'S A BAD THING" and sandals. She was carrying a bag the size of a common shopping bag.

"Eric," she called out from the street.

His face quickly brightened up when he saw her, a reaction few other circumstances could make him do, and they hugged.

"Good to see you," he said.

They walked to the table together, the sun shining brightly on the sky. Eric ordered a tuna salad and Danielle a burger with curly fries. They went on conversing for a while.

"By the way," Danielle said, "I'm watching a beach house for a few months."

"A few months? That's an awfully long time."

"The owners will be living in New York for a while. Some business trip. Anyway, they pay me a few hundred bucks a month and allow me to use the house pool and hot tub as a bonus."

"Good for you."

"Anyway, I'll be going there as soon as we're finished here and go for a swim. Wanna tag along?"

Eric considered it for a moment.

"Sure, sounds fun."

"I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?"

"No, nothing."

Eric was telling the truth. He really had no plans for the weekend. He was surprised that Danielle didn't.

"You finished," she asked and gestured at his nearly empty plate.

"Yeah, sure. I just gotta go home and pick up a pair of trunks."

"It's okay, I brought a pair you left at my apartment last week. Figured you'd say yes."

"Well, who can say no to you?"

She smiled.

"Come on, then."

She put cash to pay for her meal next to the bill on the table and got up. Eric did the same and followed her quickly.

"Did you drive here," she asked.

"Yeah."

"We'll take your car then. I'll show you the way."

She brought along her bag and got in the car.

Danielle guided Eric to a lone beach house a few miles away from the city. It was surrounded entirely by forest and ocean, had a large pool of various depths, including a kids' pool (which somehow seemed redundant) and a hot tub on the porch.

"Are the owners millionaires or something," Eric asked when they got out of the car.

"I think so, yes. They can afford to pay me hundreds per month just to water their plants, so..."

She gestured at him to follow her.

"Come on, the pool's here."

She hurried excited towards the edge of the water, followed by Eric.

"Aren't you gonna change?"

"Of course I am," Danielle replied and started undressing on the spot.

"Wait just a-" Eric started but didn't finish when she got to her underwear.

"Don't like it, don't watch," she teased him and kept on undressing, constantly looking at him. Eric wanted to avert his eyes, but couldn't take his eyes of her nude body. She giggled when his gaze slipped down to her clean-shaven pussy.

"Think I'm sexy," she asked as she slipped into a green swimsuit. Eric was simply confounded. He hadn't seen her naked since they were kids. She made a quick dash to the pool's edge and dove in. She stayed below the surface for a few seconds before resurfacing and gasping for air. Her long, brown hair hung flat into the water.

"You coming," she called out to Eric who cautiously approached the pool and squatted down next to the edge.

"How's the water?"

"It's perfect. Come on in."

"Let me just go change."

"Don't be silly, change here."

Eric looked at her in disbelief.

"Here?"

"You watched me change, you kinda owe me."

"I'm not sure-"

"Oh, come on," Danielle said, reached up from the water, grabbed Eric's shirt and pulled him down into the water. There was a brief moment of disorientation when his head was submerged. His nostrils filling up with chlorine water, he quickly swam up. Danielle was laughing hysterically. For some reason, he just couldn't get himself to be mad at her, in fact he almost laughed himself.

"So how is it," she asked still laughing.

"Pretty good," Eric said and started swimming towards the edge, "but it's probably better if you wear swimwear."

He climbed out of the pool, water pouring down from his hair and clothes.

"You coming back in," Danielle asked.

"In just a minute," Eric said as he unbuttoned his shirt while she watched him.

"Could you avert your eyes," he asked.

"I could, but I won't."

Eric didn't argue with her and took off his pants.

"Didn't know you're a boxers guy," Danielle teased him playfully.

"Are my trunks in the bag?"

"Nope."

"Then where?"

"Still at my place," she said, smiling.

Eric had a sudden realization.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

Danielle shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

Eric was still unable to be mad at her.

"Just wear your boxers, then," she said.

Eric shrugged and jumped into the water.

"There you go," Danielle said and swam to him. They both just floated in the water next to each other. Eric then swam to the other end of the pool, which kept getting shallower the further he came. Finally, he came to a section shallow enough to wallow in and stood up.

"Wonder why they have a kids' pool," he said.

"Guests, maybe," Danielle said abstractly.

Eric noticed a control panel near a few sun chairs with cushions. Their head-ends were positioned in a 45-degree angle. He went to it to take a look. There were a few buttons on it with some kind of intensity controls. He reached for one of them and turned it clockwise. Suddenly, a stream of water, maybe a few feet tall, started spouting out of the shallow end.

"Whoa," Danielle exclaimed.

"Wonder what this setup cost," Eric mused. Danielle got to the stream and held her hand in it to feel its intensity. Eric turned the other controls, turning on five other streams.

"Could you turn this one down a bit," she asked. Eric obliged. Danielle told him stop when the stream was tall enough to reach her hips. She walked right over it.

"Hey," she said as though an idea had just popped into her head. She looked on the stream as though she was considering something. She then smiled, looked around as though to make sure that nobody else was watching and stood with her feet on each side of the stream, the water being pressured onto her clit.

"What are you doing," Eric asked suspicious.

Danielle didn't answer and started gasping lightly, almost like she was being tickled. She then walked a few paces away from the stream, looked at Eric and suddenly removed the straps that kept the top of her swimsuit up. It stuck to her skin, so she pulled a part of it down herself slowly, seductively. Eventually, her wet tits were uncovered, her nipples erect. She winked at Eric, smiling, and squeezed them gently before taking off the swimsuit completely. After throwing it aside onto a sun chair, she stretched out in the sun, just like she had been released of some tormenting bonds. She stood on the stream again, her legs slightly wider apart. She stood there for a second, Eric watching almost hypnotized, and started moaning faintly.

"Oh my god," she whimpered as the water pummeled her clit. She grabbed her tits again, squeezing them harder than before and stroking her body.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned loudly, "that feels so good on my clit!"

Suddenly she stopped and looked at Eric, grinning widely. He paused for a second when he realized that she was looking at his crotch and looked down himself; without noticing it, he had started to jerk off at the sight of her being fucked by the water.

"Oh, Eric," she laughed delighted.

Eric quickly pulled up his boxers, although his erect dick couldn't be concealed the way he was dressed.

"Sorry, I don't know what-"

Danielle approached him.

"Do I turn you on," she asked flirtatiously. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Eric couldn't get himself to back away, even when she stood right in front of him, grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her tits.

"Do you want to squeeze these," she whispered and moved her face within inches from his.

Eric didn't know what to answer. When he looked at her body, he wanted to suck on her tits, he wanted to lick her pussy, he wanted to fuck her and watch her body convulse with pleasure. She could apparently tell this from the look of his eyes almost instantly and laughed with delight.

"It's okay," she said comforting, "this has never been your strong side."

"No, it hasn't," he replied quietly. "Why are you doing this?"

"I want to have sex with you," she said casually, "that's all. I'm horny, I haven't had sex in six weeks now and, well, I want to try it with you. We've known each other long enough, don't you think?"

Eric placed his hands on her back and stroked it gently, feeling her erect nipples against his chest.

"Why me?"

"Why not you?"

"There is a whole city of available people who could probably do it better."

Danielle placed her hands on his cheeks.

"I want you right now, okay?"

She moved closer and kissed him, the tip of their tongues touching each other.

"Come on," she said, grabbed his wrist and led him to the shallow end of the pool. For some reason, the sound of the water streams crashing was very comforting, as though it isolated that body of water from the rest of the world. She got squatted in front of him and pulled down his soaked boxers, causing his cock to spring out.

"Oh my," Danielle said delighted. She moved her legs apart a bit further, holding a tight grip around Eric's cock. She moved her hand back and forward across the shaft, watching him gasp with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?"

She slowed down her pace a bit to prevent him from coming too soon.

"I asked you if you like it, please answer."

"I like it," Eric panted.

"Good boy."

She exposed the head of his cock and licked it, causing him to groan. She smiled and put most of his dick in her mouth. He moaned when he felt her warm, wet tongue sensing every inch of it. She moved her legs just a little bit further apart, exposing her pussy, and started rubbing her clit. She made some short moans as she started moving her lips back and forwards across the cock, sucking it gleefully. After a while, Eric felt like he was about to climax.

"I'm gonna come," he groaned. Danielle stopped immediately and stood up, stroking his body.

"You held out longer than I expected," she said impressed. "That's good, we have plenty of time and I am so horny."

Eric started stroking her as well.

"Do you want to fuck me," she asked lustfully.

"I want to fuck you."

Danielle grinned.

"Feels good to say it, doesn't it?"

"It feels fucking great."

Danielle led him to the sun chairs and lied down on it so her lower body was on the foot-end and spread her legs, exposing her pussy which was wet from both the water and its own juices. She rubbed her clit gently, looking into Eric's eyes seductively.

"I sucked your cock. Now I want you to lick my pussy."

Eric got down on his knees in front of her, his face inches from her body. He moved closer, trembling, and slowly stuck out his tongue.

"You've never licked a pussy before," Danielle asked.

"No, I haven't."

She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face towards her pink, exposed clit. He was shocked for a second, but then felt the sweet taste of her juices and grabbed her thighs and started licking aggressively with no further hesitation.

"Whoa," she exclaimed and laughed, her eyes wide open, "you're good at this." She started moaning, rested her head on the chair and grabbed his head.

"Oh, God..."

She started breathing deeply and convulsing with pleasure.

"Keep it up, don't stop..."

Eric's tongue apparently hit one of her most sensitive spots, causing her whole torso to rise as though she had been shocked by a defibrillator and scream out:

"Stop, stop..."

Eric stopped and looked up.

"I thought you said 'don't stop'?"

Danielle panted, her heart racing.

"Sorry, you hit a sweet spot. It always makes me feel like I'm gonna come."

"You don't want that?"

She chuckled, sat up and placed her hands on his cheeks.

"Not right away. I haven't been properly fucked yet and neither have you."

She got off the chair and gestured at Eric to get on it. He sat down on the foot-end and was gently pushed on the chest.

"Lie down, silly," Danielle said. Eric did as she told and moved his body up a bit, his cock standing right up. Danielle sat astraddle on him, her labia placed directly on the shaft of his dick without it actually entering and moved back and forward slowly, stimulating her clit.

"I'm gonna ride you. I'm gonna ride your cock and it will feel so fucking good," she whispered. Eric grabbed her ass and moved his hands up her back. Her body shivered even though they were in the sunlight. She leaned forward and kissed him gently, her breasts being pressed against his chests. She sat up a bit, holding herself up with one arm while grabbing his dick and placing its head inside her pussy. She paused for a few seconds just to savor the anticipation they both felt. She then lowered her body, the shaft of Eric's cock easily sliding into her dripping-wet pussy. They both gasped and closed their eyes intensely.

"Fuck," they both exclaimed almost simultaneously. Danielle bent forward a bit, allowing Eric to embrace her.

"Does it feel good," Eric whispered, his rock-hard cock deep inside her warm pussy.

"It feels so great."

She made a quick forward-and-back movement. They both gasped as his cock left and re-entered her. She kept repeating the motion faster and faster, pleasure rippling throughout their bodies every time.

"Oh, God," Eric moaned, "this is amazing."

Danielle chuckled.

"You're pretty good, you know."

She sat up straight without his dick leaving her body, holding her body up with her arms placed on Eric's chest, and started riding him for real, her tits bouncing and her upper body making convulsing with pleasure.

"Fuck," she yelped.

She removed her hands from Eric and used them to stroke herself, moaning loudly. Eric reached up and grabbed her tits.

"Squeeze them. Squeeze them hard," Danielle pleaded.

He clenched them a bit.

"Harder," she said aggressively without quitting her fucking.

Eric tightened his grip, causing her to scream with pleasure:

"Like that! Just like that!"

She increased her pace, making quick moans between the filling-ups of her pussy. Suddenly she stopped and leaned forward, seemingly exhausted.

"I want you to be on top," she said panting and got up. Eric followed immediately.

She grabbed his hand and led him to the shallowest end of the pool. The water was only a few inches deep. The two of them got down on their knees in it, facing and embracing each other.

"I so want to fuck you right now," Eric said lustfully.

Danielle smiled.

"You really like saying it, don't you?"

He nodded. She moved her face forward and whispered into his ear:

"How do you want to fuck me?"

She grabbed his dick and made light jerking movements.

"Gently?"

She tightened her grip and jerked him off faster, causing him to gasp and moan.

"Hard?"

She looked into his eyes, delighted at seeing the lust in them.

"That's not it, right? You seem to be more the gentle type. But you like to do it hard as well, if it pleases the girl."

She gave him a gentle kiss, then lay down on her back with her legs spread, her body partially under water.

"Come here."

Eric carefully lied down on top of her, his cock placed at the entrance of her pussy, and was embraced by her. They made out for a while, stroking each others' bodies.

"I want you so much right now," he whispered as he felt the warmth of the sun on his back.

She smiled, her eyes begging him to fuck her.

"Stick it in," she said.

Eric made a thrusting motion and she felt his dick enter her again and gasped.

"Oh, God!"

Eric fucked her faster, the water by their lower bodies being splashed by the constant motion. She moaned louder and louder:

"Fuck, that feels great!"

She embraced him around his back. The coolness of the water seemed to affect her pleasure, although neither negatively nor positively. He started moaning as well from the pleasure their bodies generated. Danielle started feeling her pussy muscles retract, pre-orgasmically.

"Stop," she panted. He stopped his movements and just lay on top of her a while.

"How long do you want to keep this up?"

"Let's come together this time."

"Saved your favorite position for last?"

She nodded, smiling brightly.

"How do you want it?"

"Doggystyle, pussy. I want you to come inside me and shoot your hot load into my pussy."

Eric had absolutely no objections to her choice and got up on his knees. She giggled at the sight of him on his knees, his cock still hard as rock and glistening with her juices and his precum, and got up on all fours, her clean-shaven pussy exposed.

"Come on," she called out, "fuck me till we both come."

Eric quickly pushed his cock into her. It was easy as her pussy were already soaking wet as well as stretched out, and yet it was still tight. They moaned loudly, no longer making any effort with delaying their orgasms. He started thrusting his dick in and out of her pussy, filling her up over and over.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he moaned at the sight of his member sliding in and out of her, just below her nice, shapely ass, and grabbed her buttocks.

"Come on, sweetie," she told him, "final round, now."

Eric clenched harder and fucked her as fast as he could, their wet bodies smacking together. Suddenly, she felt her pussy tighten once again, both of them feeling a gigantic orgasm coming up.

"I'm gonna come," she shouted.

"Me too."

"Then do it, sweetie. Come now!"

Their was maybe half a second during which they both felt absolutely nothing, not the hot sun, the cool water or their bodies against each other, followed by a massive explosion of pleasure within them. It was as though every inch of them were drawn inwards. They both screamed with pleasure until they had no air left in their lungs, Eric's huge load of hot cum being shot into Danielle's pussy. He continued making slow fucking motions, riding out their climaxes, before pulling out. They both felt the strength of their limbs fading away and tried to avoid collapsing with their faces below the water. They crawled to the pool's shore side-by-side, lied down in a spoon position and fell asleep, completely drained of energy.

Eric woke up later on a sun-chair with a towel around his pelvis area. He had no idea what time it was, but the sun had moved since he had fallen asleep. Danielle sat on the other chair, dressed in the clothes she had come there with. Eric's clothes lay neatly folded on her lap.

"Hey there, sleepy-head," she said happily.

"What time is it," he groaned, still half-asleep.

"Almost 5:30. We were at it for a while. You're clothes are nice and dry, by the way. The sun dried them like leaves in a hot oven."

As Eric began sitting up, he felt a searing pain on the skin on his back. Danielle laughed.

"You were just a bit burned by the sun. Sorry, you probably took the most of it as you were on top at the end."

She brought out a bottle of lotion.




Poolside



"Here," she said kindly, "turn around."

Eric sat with his back against her. She gently rubbed the lotion into his skin, relieving a lot of the pain.

"There, that should help."

She handed Eric his clothes. He immediately started putting them on, starting with his boxers.

"By the way," he said insecurely, "about before..."

"Oh, come on," she said assuring, "don't worry about it. I took the initiative, remember? I didn't do anything I didn't want to do. We both needed it and we both had a wonderful time, right?"

Eric nodded. Danielle gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and hugged him as he finished redressing.

"Come on, now," she said and got up, "we have a bit of a drive ahead of us."

She looked at Eric and smiled a warm and pleasant smile. They walked to the car together and headed back to the city.



Poolside



Rick and his girlfriend Penny were excited to take advantage of all the opportunities Sin City presented. The couple quickly found while Las Vegas offers an array of nightlife activity, the options during the day were essentially limited to gambling and going to the pool. After a morning of varying success at the five-dollar blackjack tables and penny slots, Rick and Penny decided the pool was more to their liking.

As they walked out through the lobby of their hotel, they both concluded the pool area was even more expansive than they'd expected. There were three separate pools and four hot tub areas scattered around the edges and corners of the pool deck. And those were just the pools they could see. Who knew what was around every corner and down each pathway. Rick and Penny lay their towels down in adjacent lawn chairs near one of the big pools. The pool deck was certainly not deserted, but there was no problem finding two chairs next to one another; the hotel was clearly prepared for the summer months when guests would flock poolside to combat the brutal desert heat.

They both started to settle in and remove the layers of clothing they were wearing to look decent while walking the casino floor. Rick was a tall, thin young man with short, brown hair. He removed his cargo shorts to reveal dark blue swim trunks that went down to his knees. Penny wore a green bikini that tied in front, covering her small, but unmistakably present breasts. Penny was a rather petite girl of medium height with dark hair and smooth, golden skin.

After applying sunscreen, Rick took out his iPhone and Penny her book. Within minutes, a waitress approached the two and took their drink orders. Without hesitation, Rick ordered margaritas on the rocks for both of them. Penny's first reaction was to check her watch, though she quickly realized what a silly response that was. They were in Las Vegas, people drank all hours of the day. And it was, indeed, after noon. Today was a perfect day to lie around by the pool with a drink and unwind. The sun was hot, but not unbearably so, and occasional breezes cooled off and refreshed the couple. Penny lost herself in her book as Rick listened to a podcast in his reclined chair. After about an hour and two margaritas, Rick drifted off into a light sleep.

Penny continued to quietly read her book and nurse her drink, though she was not above stealing some sips from Rick after she noticed he had fallen asleep. When she reached the end of the chapter, she put the book away and lay back in her chair, allowing the sun to bathe her already crisp skin. After a few minutes of warm euphoria, a huge gust of wind jolted Rick out of his nap.

"How long was I out?" he asked as he sat up in the lawn chair.

"About an hour," Penny replied after looking down at her watch.

"It's such a warm day, it's so easy to drift to sleep."

"I'm sure those two margaritas had nothing to do with it. Why don't you take a dip in the pool and wake yourself up," Penny suggested.

Rick stood up, kissed Penny on the forehead, and walked the short distance to the pool. Only ten or twelve people were actually in the pool, with about twice that number scattered on the deck around the outside. Rick wondered if the other pools were more crowded, not that he was complaining about the humble attendance. As he looked around, he noticed a couple in the corner of the pool, somewhat isolated. The woman was sitting on top of the man and they were aggressively making out. The man pulled his lips away from hers and relocated them onto her neck; she threw her head back passionately. After a few seconds of attacking her neck and cupping her breasts, he seemed to whisper something into her ear. A sly smile ran across the woman's face and she nodded to him.

Rick looked around the pool and wondered if anyone else had noticed the couple or even cared what was going on. The only person he found also curiously surveying the scene was Penny. As he looked back, the couple climbed out of the pool and walked down a shrub-covered pathway, hand in hand. Rick returned to his spot next to Penny, eager to analyze what they'd just seen.

"Did you see that?" She asked.

"Yeah, they were really going at it," he answered.

"You don't suppose they left to..."

"Oh I'm sure they did."

The two broke eye contact and tried to find the couple through the trees, but they were plain out of sight. Rick shrugged his shoulders and returned to his toweled chair, but the scene had left Penny somewhat aroused. She quickly came up with a plan to address the situation though; she would not let herself go unattended.

"Hey, could you grab the sunscreen? I think it's time for me to reapply." 

Rick unpacked the tanning oil and handed it to her.

"Would you mind doing it for me? I don't want to get my hands greasy."

"Sure," Rick replied as he dried his hands completely on his towel. He opened the bottle and began to apply the lotion to Penny, beginning with her feet and legs. He already loved her skin tone and began to imagine how gorgeous her skin would look after a few days at the pool. He forced himself to think about something else, fearing it would become obvious to everyone at the pool if he continued that same line of thought.

Penny on the other hand couldn't stop thinking sexual thoughts. She had never felt as exposed and vulnerable as she did earlier that morning. She would have thought those feelings would extinguish any sex drive inside her, but instead it just exacerbated her arousal. She had never so much as had anyone walk in on her while she touched herself, but as the maid stood there and watched Penny swallow load after load of Rick's cum, she became so aroused, she practically had an orgasm of her own. She didn't tell Rick, but she actually masturbated herself to orgasm while he was in the shower later that morning. Ordinarily she wouldn't dream of trying to get herself off in such a short window, but she was so turned on, what usually took Penny twenty minutes or longer only took five. And now the combination of Rick applying lotion to her body and seeing the couple so unabashed about their physical affection left Penny with an uncontrollable feeling of lust yet again.

Penny wanted to let Rick know just how she was feeling. She waited for the next time Rick's hand reached the top of her thigh and let out a soft moan. Rick's hand stopped for a beat before it began to move again. As before, a whimper of a moan escaped Penny's lips as Rick's hands moved up her legs again. Rick wasn't sure if the moans were intentionally audible or meant to be silent. In either case, the look on Penny's face—her closed eyes and slightly agape mouth—confirmed to him that she was enjoying it. As he watched his girlfriend become more aroused, Rick started to become less concerned with the obvious signs that he too was enjoying it.

The next time Rick ran his hands up the inside of Penny's legs, he let himself linger. With two fingers, he rubbed the crotch of her bikini bottoms in a circular, painfully slow motion. Penny bit down hard on her bottom lip. As Rick drew his hand away, she opened her eyes, which immediately darted down to her boyfriend's obvious hard on. She could feel herself get even wetter from the sight of his growing cock. She knew he knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

Again Rick's hands worked their way up Penny's thighs. This time, his fingers slipped under her bikini bottoms and started to rub her clit. She let out a loud, spontaneous moan, less calculated than her previous whimpers. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. Rick was actually masturbating her in broad daylight! She looked around, but no one seemed to be paying attention. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or disappointed. Before she had time to think about it, his fingers departed again.

Penny didn't wait any longer to take matters into her own hands. Without making eye contact with Rick, she grabbed his hand and began to walk away from the chairs, her eyes darting in every which direction. She spotted an empty hot tub in the corner with trees and ferns surrounding the tub on three sides. Perfect.

Penny dragged Rick behind her like a school child preparing to be punished. For too long she let him tease her in public where she couldn't do anything about it. She was beginning to realize that it wasn't that she couldn't do anything about it, but that she wouldn't. Well that was all about to change.

She darted for the wall and pressed the button to turn on the jets; if they were going to do this, they were going to do it right. She quickly descended into the pool and straddled Rick, who was waiting for her. Before she had time to plan her next move, he plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. Penny let out a muted scream. She didn't mind if they got caught—in fact she almost wanted them to get caught—but not before they had their fun. Rick continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, only giving her breaks to rub her clit. Penny rode his fingers hard, occasionally looking around to spot any voyeurs. As Rick curled his fingers around the inside of his petite girlfriend's pussy, Penny couldn't decide what to do with her arms. They went from the top of her head to around Rick's shoulders and then to his waist. After a few minutes, she was tired of trying to be coy with her arms and decided she just had to feel his cock.

Rick let out a startled groan as Penny grabbed his cock around the fabric of the swimsuit. She untied the string holding his suit together and tore apart the velcro fly. She pumped her hands a few times before determining by the look on his face that he couldn't take much more. Disappointed she couldn't have more fun pumping his cock, Penny removed her hand and continued grinding on Rick's fingers. After a few more minutes, she decided she couldn't take it anymore. His fingers felt great, but she was tired of the foreplay.

"I need your cock inside of me," Penny whispered in Rick's ear.

Her request caught Rick completely off guard. He thought what they were doing was scandalous enough; he had no idea this was all a precursor to what they would do next.

"Really?" He asked.

Penny nodded and smiled. As Rick looked around, half worried someone might see, half worried he'd cum before he was even inside of her, Penny shifted her bikini bottom aside and lowered herself onto his erection.

The couple let out a simultaneous moan. At this point they were both so close to cumming Penny didn't care who heard them. Rick grabbed her ass and moved her back and forth on his cock, controlling her motion and hitting every wall inside her. She felt unbelievable around his hard dick. After she got him so close with her hand just a few minutes ago, Rick knew he couldn't last long inside her pussy.

Penny continued to ride her boyfriend's hot, hard cock with reckless abandon. She scanned the pool deck when she saw a head quickly turn away. About fifty feet away there was a young man in his early twenties who clearly knew what was going on in the hot tub. She couldn't believe how turned on she was getting yet again from the thrill of being watched. While returning every thrust Rick made with a moan and a thrust of her own, Penny's focus remained on the man, wondering if he knew she knew he was watching. She wasn't going to look away until she made eye contact with him. It only took a few more seconds before the young man tried to steal another glance. He was clearly startled to discover that she was staring straight at him. Penny shot him a smile before tossing her head back and grabbing Rick's shoulders to stabilize herself.

"Baby, I can't last much longer. I'm going to cum!" Rick said exhaustedly.

"Cum inside me! I want to feel you cum inside me!"

That's all the encouragement he needed as she began to feel him spasm inside her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fill me up!" Penny pleaded, her own climax nearing.

His first shot hit Penny with so much force, she immediately began to cum too. He pumped load after load deep inside her as she began to writhe with her own orgasm. Even as she continued to ride him, she forced her eyes open to look at the man. She saw that not only was he watching, but his friend next to him was watching too. Even better, she thought.

When Rick was finished emptying himself inside of her, he slowly removed his cock. Penny collapsed in Rick's arm, exhausted from the adrenaline rush of riding her boyfriend in public. After allowing a few seconds to catch their breath, Penny broke the silence.

"That was incredible."

"Yeah."

"I was getting pretty loud, wasn't I?"

"Yeah."

"We should probably get out of here," she concluded.

Penny and Rick got up from the hot tub and hurriedly headed towards their chairs, hand in hand. Penny could feel the cum oozing out of her tight pussy with each step. As they walked back, she looked over at the two young men who were still staring at her in disbelief. She smiled and winked at them and she passed. I guess she fulfilled a few people's fantasies today.



Poolside Awakening



Susan awoke at the sound of light jazz. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at the clock on the nightstand. She was pleased that it was only 9:35 a.m., and she slowly sat up in her queen size bed. The sun shone brightly through the curtains opposite her, and she surveyed the room. Her leather mini, stockings, and heels were tossed in the corner, which was out of character for her. The previous night slowly inched its way into her mind, and she was overcome by a feeling of warmth. 

Out to dinner with a new friend of hers from work, drinks at the bar, and then off to the new lesbian bar. Susan remembered how she drank a little more than her usual amount, but she felt no ill effects as she awoke. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. She thought of Kelly, her new friend, and of the woman Kelly had introduced her to, Natalie. The three of them had had a great time, not staying out to late, and being careful to take cabs home. "So responsible," she thought, and she giggled to herself. Susan remembered their faces, the touching, and the closeness. 

Her hands moved to her thighs, and she was feeling the first waves of arousal running through her body, which seemed to escape through her toes. She quickly pondered the idea of masturbating, but dismissed that notion as she new she had invited Kelly and Natalie to her house for a relaxing day by the pool. Susan stood up, and walked to the full-length mirror, admiring her body. At 33, she was still in excellent shape. At 5'7" tall, and a slim 115 pounds, she was glad she still made it a point to go to the gym, even though she hated it at times. Susan felt her nipples harden, and could not resist pinching them with her fingers. 

Her eyes trailed downward to her furry mound, and again, the thought of masturbating slammed into her mind. Her perky breasts felt full, she slowly spread her legs. Pulling her hands away, she again resisted the temptation. She walked to her bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warming water. Susan could not wait for her friends to get there. 

As she showered, she thought of the women in her life. She felt totally convinced that her life as a gay woman was going to be the change in her life she needed. Men, she hated them now. There never once was a successful relationship. They used her for sex, and she wanted more. She wanted closeness; she wanted passion. All of these thoughts raced through her mind, and she stepped out of the shower, feeling more refreshed. 

Back in her bedroom, Susan donned her white thong bikini and sarong. After a light breakfast, she cleaned the patio area around the pool, grabbed her favorite Ann Rice novel, and waited for her guests to arrive. 

Around 11:00, Susan heard the car pulling up her driveway, and again, a sudden wave of pleasure seemed to run through her body. Shaking it off, Susan slipped into her sandals, and she welcomed Kelly and Natalie to her home. The three women went into the house, and Susan gave them a quick tour. They exited the house onto the back patio, and Kelly and Natalie were entranced by the beauty of the pool, the swim up bar, and the floating recliners. 

Kelly loved this scene. Susan and her had only known each other about ten days, but they had become friends very quickly. At 35, Kelly had always loved women, and the day that Susan had started Kelly was quick to introduce her. Very professional dress was required at the advertising agency, and Kelly was entranced by the sexy business attire Susan wore her first day. They had gone to lunch together every day, and the attraction was evident. A blond herself, Kelly wore her hair long every day, which Susan found extremely erotic. Short, at 5'3," and busty, she had sexual charm, which every woman longs for. 

After a week, the women had come out to each other, telling each other of their experiences and desires. They had made the date for that Friday, and gotten to know each other even better. Kelly had introduced Susan to Natalie, one of her best friends. Natalie, at 45, was the most experienced of the three, having been divorced twenty years earlier. "This is going to be fun," Kelly thought. 

Susan dropped her sarong to the patio floor, and strutted to the pool, stepping down behind the bar built into the pool. As Kelly and Natalie peeled off their shorts and t-shirts, Natalie looked up in time to see Susan's pretty buns split by that white thong. She pointed this out to Kelly, and the two women smiled. Natalie wore a red one-piece swimsuit, and her nipples had already begun to show through. Kelly wore a black thong bikini, and she dove into the deep end. Natalie walked down the steps, slipping into the pool gracefully. As they swam up to the bar, Susan had already made the first round of magaritas. The women talked, laughed, flirted, and each one was getting more turned on by the minute. They all decided to relax in the deck chairs under the hot sun. 

Giggling, Kelly removed her bikini top, and Susan did the same. Natalie simply enjoyed the sight of the two younger girls removing their tops, and losing all inhibitions, she promptly removed her one-piece. She knelt between Susan and Kelly, and slowly rubbed tanning oil all over their breasts, tight stomachs, and legs. 

Natalie could feel herself getting moist. In her twenty years of being solely into women, she had experienced 3-somes, four-somes, even six-somes, but this was something else. Her short dark hair contrasted well with the two blondes. Her large, beautiful breasts seemed to swell up and down as she breathed. Her nipples were incredibly hard, and she reveled in the sight of Susan and Kelly lying before her, nearly nude. She knew she wanted them both. She would have them both. 

Susan's mind was racing now. Natalie's hands were carressing her breasts, and Kelly had begun to rub her left thigh. "This is fantastic," she thought. Susan had been with only a few women before, in a sexual way, but this was beyond her wildest dreams, and she was going to take full advantage of it. She reached down and placed her fingers lightly on Natalie's clit, and slowly began a tantalizing rubbing motion. Nearly at the same time, Kelly roughly grabbed Natalies hair, and pulled her mouth to her lips. Natalie moaned as Kelly french kissed her. Her legs spread wider as she kept her kneeling position. Susan could feel the wetness of Natalies pussy, and moved a little faster, watching as Kelly and Natalie kissed. Kelly swirled her tongue inside of Natalie's mouth, and soon Natalie's fingers found the mounds of each of the girls pussies, moving her fingers up and down through their bikini bottoms. 

Natalie then broke away from Kelly's kiss. She stood, and took Kelly and Susan by the arms, light prodding them out of their lounge chairs. Natalie pulled them close, making sure Susan and Kelly each straddled one of her thighs. They all hugged each other, and then backed off a little to take in the sight of their breasts rubbing together, sweat dripping off them as they moved in an erotic lesbian dance. 

Natalie grabbed a towel, and laid it on the edge of the steps leading into the pool. She then sat on the edge of the steps, and leaned back, motioning Susan and Kelly to move between her legs. The girls eagerly did so, and Susan moved in first, feeling the water wash over her as she held Natalie's thighs. This was to be her first taste of another woman in months, and she simply could not resist. She gazed at Natalie's pussy, loving the sight of her trimmed bush. Natalie's clit was already exposed, and Susan took Natalie in her mouth, swirling her tongue around Natalie's wetness. 

Natalie moaned, and Kelly took Susan by the hair, watching her closely, enjoying the sight of Susan licking Natalie. She moved behind Susan, and began rubbing her own pussy against Susan's ass. She held Susan's firm breasts in her hands, and kissed her neck, all the while rubbing her pussy against her round ass. Susan kept on licking Natalie, up and down, teasing her clit, and slowly fingering her pussy. Natalie was moaning loudly. Her orgasm was nearing. Her legs were spread wide, muscles tensed. Susan sensed this, and her own pussy was steaming. 

She moved into a horizontal position, and wrapped her legs around Kelly, locking her ankles behind her. Kelly moaned as Susan's ass came into view. Her eyes focused on the round hips, the minimal tan line, and Susan's pussy peeking out below. Kelly grabbed Susan's ass, and began to grind her pussy into Susan's. Natalie was furiously pinching her own nipples, her orgasm building, her head back, repeating Susan's name over and over. Susan was now darting her tongue deep into Natalie, and rubbing Natalie's huge clit with the thumb of her right hand. Kelly continued to grind her pussy into Susan, and she reached down to rub Susan's clit and her own. Susan and Kelly were also on the verge of orgasm. 

Natalie's head rose, her eyes wide, and her mouth open. Her orgasm ripped through her body. She grabbed Susan's head, and bucked her hips wildly. Seeing this, Kelly went over the edge, laying her lovely breasts on Susan's back, her long blonde hair strung out all over Susan's body. She screamed inward as the waves of pleasure coursed through her pussy. The feel of Kelly's breasts on her back and her hands on her clit lit up Susan like a firecracker. Her orgasm hit as Kelly pinched her clit one last time. She could do no more than growl as Natalie kept her lips tight against her pussy. These three women were all climaxing together. Seconds turned to minutes, and the waves of pleasure finally subsided. 

Susan looked up, and moved to a kneeling position between Natalie's legs. Natalie sat up, and Kelly moved next to Susan. The three women shared a passionate kiss, and a tear rolled down Susan's cheek. 

It was a tear of happiness.