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This story contains futa/female, oral, light anal Heatwave “…And in the weather, more bad news today as the temperature has reached a record one hundred and four degrees, the seventh day in what we hope will only be a week long heat wave. Children and the elderly are reminded to stay indoors and do everything possible to stay hydrated. Local meteorologist Strom Rodgers is reporting that we could be in line for a lightning storm tonight. We’re hoping that the local nine doesn’t cool down, as our boys have been as hot as the weather, winning their last five games and eight of their last ten. Moving onto business…” the radio went on, blaring from someone’s car stereo system. At least this one wasn’t in Spanish. Oh god, another day of this heat! Why did I move to the city? It’s like a burning oven during the summer time! And I missed my god forsaken bus, so now I have to walk eight fucking blocks down the street. As if things couldn’t get much worse, the air conditioning at the office broke on Wednesday, so for the last two days it’s felt like a hundred and twenty! It was so hot that they were required to send us home, governor’s order. Not like I have much else to look forward to when I get home, it’s going to be just as hot. What I would have given for a thunderstorm then. Well, there I was. Eight blocks in the midday sun, and what’s my reward? Five floors up, no elevators, no central air, no air conditioning. Only stairway after stairway. I just poured the rest of my water bottle over my face before embarking on the climb. It was barely manageable, and I stomped up the stairs like a three hundred pound oaf. The only reason I wanted to live here was because it was such a quiet building, in a nice neighborhood, and close to my job. In addition, it’s an old building, which means the apartment is actually nice, and big. My girlfriend and I are the only young people living there, the other occupants are almost all elderly couples. They all get up early, go to sleep early, and don’t make any noise…unless “Nana” Kreisler decided to start baking, and she’s pounding dough at eight in the morning. Well, I guess she never complained when I was pounding Alexis at midnight. Ah Alexis, the only reason I work as hard as I do. She’s got the most beautiful smile in the world, and she’s never let me down, not once. I’ve had a lot of other girlfriends who don’t, well, accept my…unique physical…nature. In fact it’s the only reason I got my job as quickly as I have. I’m a mandatory minimum, required by the state to fulfill a percentage, and I’m pleased about it! It got me past all the red tape into a sweet government job, with good pay, guaranteed hours, vacation time, medical and dental benefits, and job security. I basically can’t be fired! The only downside is that at the moment I’m the sole bread winner. See, my beautiful Alexis, well, I don’t know if I should be talking about this. I’m not comfortable talking about it to strangers, even though she often tells people without a second thought. When she was young, she stole some makeup from a department store. She wanted it, her mom couldn’t afford it…it was a stupid thing a teenage girl did. Her family was poor, came from a rural area, as I said, it was a poor decision. They were pretty vindictive for a seventeen year old girl, trying her as an adult, but it’s on her record now. Then last year, right before the economic downturn, the store she was working at said that she stole money out of the drawer. It’s simply not true, why would she steal twenty bucks when she made that in two hours? But when you’ve got two marks on a criminal record for stealing, well, let’s just say that finding work in a bad economy isn’t easy. That’s when I found her, at a seedy smoky club, dancing topless for grubby unwashed men who were more than willing to part with their ones for a momentary glance of her beauty. I’m not the type of person who usually frequents that type of establishments, but I was invited to a bachelor party from an old friend who knew of my unique appendage, and thought to invite me as a lark. I’m sure I surprised him when I accepted. Once we got there, most of the bachelors were concerned with the other women, most of them were going completely nude, and for an extra couple hundred bucks, the best man had paid for two women to use a double sided dildo on each other. They made quite a show, but it was too on the nose for me. Sluts simply didn’t turn me on. When I saw Alexis, I found her attractive, bought a dance, and we began to talk. You might be surprised how talkative lap dances can be. I bought her a couple of drinks, and when she went off work, we got to know each other a little better. And as time went on, she eventually moved in with me, and I convinced her that there wasn’t much of a future in the pornographic arts. And the whole ‘stripper saving money for college’ story was so cliché. And now, she’s happy being a student, riding my paycheck to a better education. In fact I like to tease her, saying I’m picking up a horny little schoolgirl. Of course, she’s always been much better about keeping her appearance than me. I’ve always been kind of a tomboy, because of, well, y’know. Don’t mistake me, I dress up nicely, I put on the most basic makeup, but I’m not actively working on myself like she is. Even at nineteen the blonde minx could probably sneak into high school as the new transfer student. “Lisa!” she shouted from the end of the hallway, waving towards me. “There you are,” I smiled, watching the buxom blonde beauty bounce towards me. “I could hear you climbing the stairs from the first floor. Figured I’d welcome you home. I’ve been doing nothing but differential equations all day,” she said, pushing her glasses up. They were starting to steam up, and looked so adorably cute. I was pretty sure she had done that on purpose, or perhaps it was another one of those cute mannerisms from her dancing days that she had subconsciously adopted into her normal life. “That’s my girl,” I said, tussling her hair, just to annoy her. Ouch, I didn’t see that pencil she had stuck up there. “You wouldn’t be so happy if you were crunching theoretical numbers all day,” she said, taking my purse for me. “I might be happy if I was in front of a fan all day,” I said, wrapping my arms around her body. “I can’t use the fan when I’m writing equations,” she said, kissing me on the lips. She was all hot and bothered, wearing just a bathing top and workout shorts, coated with a layer of sweat. I was imaging the things that I would do to get her sweating even more. Just the idea of getting this office skirt off was getting me hard. “Well, at least you got all your homework done,” I smiled, smacking her backside. She liked that. Well, I did at least. “Some of it,” she said, rolling those beautiful blue eyes of hers. I still don’t know why she had to learn differential equations for the childcare degree she was looking for. “Come on, let’s get inside before I pass out from the heat,” I said, trudging down the hallway to our apartment. “Oh god,” I said, stepping inside. It was worse inside than it was outside! It was like living in a furnace. I could have sworn that the air was even wavy. “I know, I know. I haven’t even put the TV on, I’ve just been listening to my mp3 player. I had the fan on, but it didn’t help,” she sighed, closing the door behind her. “We’ll make it, just another day,” I said, going right to the fridge. I poured myself about a quart of ice water. I thought about pouring it over my body. Another night of cold showers, if there was any cold water left. “Can we do anything?” she asked, glancing at the fan. “Like what?” I asked, knowing where this was going. “Air conditioning maybe?” she said, sauntering over to me, shaking those hips. She reached her sweaty palms around my backside, kissing my cold lips. She knew how to get what she wanted. “We’ve had this conversation before,” I told her, enjoying her hands crawling up and down behind me, “I can’t afford one.” “What about the raise they gave you? And the stimulus thing? Can’t we just get a cheap one, just for the bedroom?” she asked, with those cute lips. “I wish, getting paid every other week kills me, and everything is going into rent, and school for a certain girl of mine,” I said, kissing her on the lips. “But it’s so ho-ot!” she pouted. “I know, I know. The AC is dead at work, and with all of the computers and everyone it’s killing us. They finally sent everyone home early today,” I grinned. I do love paid days off. “Can we at least get another fan? The other one died a week ago, and you promised we’d get another!” she was in one of her moods, sulking like a kid. “Maybe next week, yeah, I’ll try. It’s hard hon, you know? These summer semesters, with two classes each semester, four classes plus four labs plus four sets of books…it’s drained all our savings, and my credit card is almost maxed out,” I knew that sounded bad the instant I said it. “It’s not all my fault you know!” she said, giving me a dirty look. “I didn’t say it was, I just mean,” I sighed, filling my glass up again. The water felt great, I wanted to drink an entire gallon. “Things are tough.” “What if I go back to dancing? One more weekend couldn’t hurt, and Mr. Norman said I could come back whenever I wanted,” she said, giving me that sultry look. “Oh no, that’s just because he wants to fuck you. That stuff is behind you now, leave it there. If you continue to think you can go back, you can never move forward,” I said, trying to run that fine line between advising her and telling her what to do. “I can’t live with this one crappy fan anymore!” she whined. “Oh come on,” I said, putting the glass down atop the fan, “Old rusty here has kept us going.” “It’s old,” she said, waving her arm at it. “Yes, it’s old. It’s from the fifties. But you know what, it’s still running, unlike that lousy cheap one we bought from Walmart last year, and it’s even more powerful,” I argued, knowing this wasn’t going to go anywhere. “But it’s old,” she looked at my grumpily, crossing her arms. “Ok, we established that. But she’s still going strong, this thing kept my grandparents cool. It’s solid, back when things used to be built to last,” I said, trying to build up how good it was. That old thing had seen me through a lot. I dug it out of my grandparent’s basement as a child one hot day, and they let me keep it. Once I cleaned out all the dirt and dust and everything, it was perfect. I was not going to let her badmouth my fan. “God Lisa it’s not a fucking puppy, it’s a fan, and we need more than that relic from the Stone Age to deal with the fucking heat!” she shouted. She was being so bitchy, I should have known better than to fight with her in this heat. “It’s perfectly fine!” I said, smacking the fan. I watched in horror as the fan went backwards, and my glass started to tip forward. I reached my hand out, catching the rim of the glass. In the end I think that might have been the worst thing I could have done. I turned the arch of the cup from going straight down and away to up and into the fan. The ice cold water hit my hand, arching out towards the fan itself. I just stood there, mouth agape, watching as the whirling blades bringing the only relief from the stagnant heat died. I felt like I had killed an old friend, just when I needed her most. The fan was no more, and what made it worse, it was my fault. The room seemed to burst into flames, the choking heat made all the more unbearable. Alex dropped down in a chair, whimpering, “What the fuck did you do?” “I, I didn’t do it on purpose,” I said, my voice full of remorse. “But what are we going to do about it?” she groaned. I was lost for words, my mouth agape in shock at what had happened, and lacking any pertinent response. Then there was a hum. It started quiet but grew quickly in volume. I hoped it was just the fan working the water out, ready to spring forth back to life. If the motors kept spinning around the water could spin out. I watched expectantly, hoping beyond hope that it would work. It was a good fan, and it was just water. Life wasn’t a cartoon, water plus electricity didn’t equal a fiery explosion or arching lightning, right? Then I smelt it. It was like burning. No, not like burning, it was burning. The smell of burning metal, of copper reaching the burning point filled my nostrils, making me choke. The stinging sensation carried to the back of my throat. I wanted to throw up, it felt like it crept right into my nose and all the way down into my lungs. I coughed and wheezed, my lungs aching to get the burning sensation from out of my body. “Lisa!” Alex shouted. “Not now,” I gagged, heaving as I tried to cough up the burning aesthesis which had crept down my throat. “Lisa get the fuck away!” she screamed at me, running towards me like there was no tomorrow. I looked up, aghast as I saw flying sparks not six inches from my face. “Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!” I screamed, watching the sparks fly out like sparklers on the Fourth of July. I almost tripped over my own ass as Alex tried to get me away from it. I dive to the plug, yanking it out. And with the smallest amount of relief I could let out in a sigh, the sparks stopped, the hum ended, and the room fell deathly silent. I collapsed onto the ground. I know it sounds childish but I wanted to cry. There was nothing I could do now. “It’s old,” Alex said, standing over me. At first I thought she was going to gloat, going to lord this over me. But she didn’t, instead she crouched down on the floor and hugged me. She could be petty sometimes, but it was times like these that made me appreciate her. “It was it’s time.” “But now what are we gonna do?” I asked, feeling the heat of her body envelop me. “Oh, oh, oh, that, that guy!” she said, springing up. I banged my head on the bare floor. “What guy?” I lay there lifeless. “Mr. Garnish, you know, the guy who talks like all those movies from the 80s! He’s a repairman, maybe he can do something!” she said, practically yanking my arm from its socket to get me on my feet. “His name is Garmash,” I told her. I almost swooned as she dragged me back downstairs, to the other side of the building. I went up five floors to go back down four… “Be nice,” she instructed me outside of his door. What the hell was she talking about? I was the adult here! “Hello, Mr. Garmash,” I said, knocking three times lightly. “Eh? What are you two girls doing on my door? Shouldn’t you be doing fun on Friday night, dancing with boys or something?” he asked, chuckling through his half open door. I looked at the two of us, god, we must have been a fantasy. Two girls, covered in sweat, me halfway dressed in office clothes, and Alex in a bathing top and short shorts. “Mr. Garmash do you know how to fix stuff?” Alex asked quickly. “What is this? What are you talking about?” Mr. Garmash wondered in a deep Ukrainian accent. One time I accidentally called it Russian, and he nearly killed me. Not my fault, I can’t tell the difference… “Please Mr. Garmash, our fan is broken and you’re the only repairman I know. We’re going to die in this heat without a fan!” Alex begged. “What are you talking about? A fan, in this heat? You girls don’t have air conditioning? What is this, old country?” he asked, looking at us incredulously. “Puh-leese Mr. Garmash,” I said, leaning down to offer him about as much cleavage as I could without popping out of my top. “Oh you girls, I work hard all day from dawn ‘til dusk and I come home for what, to do more work?” he asked rhetorically. “Oh come on, you, hey, is that my old computer?” I asked, pointing at the box. “Eh, it was trash, now is mine. No problem with it, just needed new cable to hard drive. Is Call of Duty dedicated server. I pwn noobs in their bases, killing their dudes,” he said, smiling with thumbs up. “You said you saw a specialist!” I turned my head, giving Alex the evil eye. She just wanted that new laptop that she had her eye on since forever. “Fine, fine, let’s go, quickly now, I’ve got my shows to watch,” he said, grabbing a tool belt and slinging it over his shoulder. Oh thank god, I don’t know what we would have done. I was so happy I was practically dancing back to the apartment. Everything was going to be ok, the fan would be fixed and that would be that. “Okay Mr. Garmash, here it is,” Alexis said, waving her hand towards it. Okay, I love her, but what else in the room would be a fan? “What, is this joke? This is dead, broken, junk. Is no good. Throw away in dumpster,” he said, shaking his head. “Oh please tell me you’re kidding,” I said, resting my face in my palm. “Is dead, what is joke?” he asked. “But, you can fix it, right?” Alexis said, leaning down, trying the whole ‘showing her tits’ act. “Wouldn’t matter if I was Scotty from the Star Trek, I cannae do it cap’n, I don’t have the power,” he said, in perhaps the worst Scottish accent ever. “What the hell are we gonna do then?” Alex, god I love her. Now she was trying the whole ‘crying little girl’ act. “Buy an AC,” he said, slinging his tools back over his shoulder. “We can’t afford it now,” I said. As if I’d just be holding onto the money if I could, in this heat. “Then go get another fan,” he said. I know he’s something like three times my age, but he’s really speaking down to me, and I have to be honest when I say that it was starting to piss me off. “I can’t even afford that. I don’t get paid for another week, and I just paid the rent bill last week,” I sighed, dropping onto the arm chair. “Thanks for coming, sorry for wasting your time.” “Hold on girls, I’ll being right back,” He said, disappearing down the stairs. He came back up two minutes later, carrying a more than familiar fan. “Our old fan!” Alex shouted, taking the thing from his arm like it was her child. “Yes, I found this near dumpster. Is nothing wrong, just a loose wire, so no current. I fix, was going to Ebay it. Is not strong, but is better than nothing. I give, for you, five dollars,” he said, ready to bargain. “One week, five dollars, I promise,” I said, looking for a new outlet. I didn’t want to use the one that old rusty had been in, in I did something to it too. “Is deal,” Alex said, plugging it in and cranking it up to high. The room seemed to get slightly less bad. “Good, will see you next Friday. If there is nothing else, I am to go pwn noobs,” he said, leaving the apartment. “Well?” I asked, watching Alexis stand right in front of the fan. It wasn’t a bad fan, one of those oscillating cheap white ones they sell at Walmart, the kind that are only about a foot and a half high. The fan was good, but not that powerful, and I knew it wasn’t going to be enough for one of us, let alone the two of us. “Come on, let’s set it up,” I said, bringing her to the bedroom, where we set the fan up on a chair at the foot of the bed. Where it was, it would blow on both of us, but…like I said, it’s just not that good of a fan. We didn’t do much else that night. We watched a little TV, but it became far too hot. I couldn’t even eat anything, I just nibbled on a cold cut sandwich, chicken and cheese. When the sun went down, and the moon rose, you might have thought that it cooled down for us some. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Even with all the windows in the apartment open, it was still stifling. We didn’t want to use the computer or the TV, for fear of making it even worse. In the end, we decided to go to bed early, which was quite a change from the norm. Usually Friday night we would stay up late, order some takeout, and watch silly movies. But that night we were in bed just after nine. What else could we do? We just lied in our queen sized bed, for hours. It was too hot to do anything. Alexis was still upset at me, I guess I can’t blame her, so we didn’t even talk. We just lie there, tossing and turning, trying to overcome the heat. After three hours of sleepless sweating in the bed, I got up for a drink in the middle of the darkness, illuminated in the full moon. I was afraid I had awoken my beautiful Alexis, even if she was still pouting, but I could tell from the glint of light in her eyes she was just as awake as I was. I went to the fridge, filling up another quart of ice water. I must have drunk it in about a minute flat. I was parched, covered in sweat, and frustrated as hell from all this unbearable heat, and three hours of lying around doing nothing. I sighed, closing the fridge. It felt nice to get that icy cold feeling, even if it was just a moment. I hunched my shoulders, creeping back to the room. There I saw my beautiful girl, lying in the middle of the bed, right in front of the fan. The dim rays of the nightlight shone on her body, glistening in the heat of the night. I watched her heaving bosom, as a bead of sweat dropped off her panting chin and down her neck, glimmering in the moonlight as it dripped down between her breasts. She had worn only the skimpiest of bras, white to boot, which had become transparent under the accumulated sweat of hours of exhausting heat had given born to a lively sheen of sudor. She shone sweetly, even though the salty perspiration from a week of unbearable heat had given me an almost unquenchable thirst, I aimed to whet my appetite with Alex. She smiled, those dainty red lips shone even in the pale moonlight. That was all the consent I needed as I galloped towards the bed at breakneck speed, almost breaking my neck over the bed frame as I jumped at her like a cat in heat. I was atop her in an instance, my mouth drawn to her parting lips, our tongues dancing and intertwining in a passionate display of lust. I ached for her body now with a passionate desire. My hands reached down around her back, unsnapping her bra with one hand and removing it with the other. I tossed sweaty flimsy garment somewhere to the side of the bed. It didn’t matter nor did I care. My own bra came off in an instant, dropping in front of me, between our bodies. I cupped her breasts, they were by no means gargantuan but were always to my liking. Solid handfuls that were accented by their hard nipples, greased by a sleepless night of tormenting heat. I broke our embrace for but a moment, reaching down to take one of her nipples within my mouth. At first it tasted salty, a pungent astringency that gave me pause for just a moment. Once the momentary unpleasantness was behind me I began to tease her breast in earnest, suckling upon it for a split second, to draw the nipples even harder with more blood. Calmly, gently, I nibbled my teeth down onto her nip, eliciting a satisfied groan that escaped from her lips. I relaxed my jaw, using my tongue to tease and flick upon her ever hardening nipple, like a cat drinking water I ran my tongue ragged across her delicious skin. As I switched to her free breast, my hand reached down into her panties. They were simply soaked, and not just from the sweat of a hot day. No the heat of our ardor had gotten her wetter than a hundred degrees could muster. My index finger slipped down between her nether lips, rubbing in between the folds of her dainty sex. I smiled as I felt her hips grinding against my hand, eager for more. I teased her, keeping only the lightest of contact before tweaking the beautiful round nub of her clit, making her body jump with delight. “Oh, Oh Lisa,” she said, rolling away from me. I watched, aghast as sat on the end of the bed. “What’s wrong?” I asked, creeping behind her, suckling gently on the lobe of her ear. My hands reached forward around her back and cupped her breasts, hefting the globes lightly, weighing them as I tried to ply my girl back into bed. “I can’t, it’s just too hot,” she pouted, stopping my hands where they were. “MMM, baby, you’re too hot,” I whispered into her ear. Cliché, I know, but I hoped it would get her back in the mood. “Sorry,” she said, lifting my hands off. “I have an idea,” I said, turning around in front of her. I lifted her up, propping her arms on my shoulders as we kissed again. Her body had become so tense, but it melted easily within my hands. “Follow,” I said, in between passionate gasps of our kisses, “…me.” I ran my hands around her pert little bottom, cupping the perfect yet small buns. We continued our strange sideways walk, almost like a landlocked crab, towards the bathroom. I managed to flick the light on with my elbow. The bathroom was unremarkable, with the one exception that it had a full tub and shower, unlike most new apartments that only had the half shower stall. Closing the door behind us I opened the curtain, continuing our awkward walk over the wall of the tub and into the shower. I turned the water on, leaving it close to the coldest setting. I was afraid I was going to lose it as icy cold rivets of water rained down on my back, forcing me to shudder uncontrollably. Thankfully I got used to it, and the water heated up to as cold as we could barely accept it. It felt good, like raising me back from the grave. Alexis’s blond hair became soaked in an instant, as did my raven hair as we simply stood in the shower, kissing passionately to rekindle the fire of our lust. “Sit down,” she whispered in my ear, turning me around. I pulled the shower curtain behind me so that we didn’t spill water everywhere, before hiking up on the edge of the tub, my body glistening in cool water, magnified by the chilly porcelain. Just being covered in the cold liquid eased the heat of the room, but not the passion of my lust. And that was never more visible than my rock hard cock, struggling valiantly against the thin cotton panties. Alex slicked her wet blond locks behind her head, before wrapping those perfectly manicured fingers around the globes of my water slick ass, pulling the straining panties off of me, with a little help. It was as if a great burden had been undone, to be freed from the wet clinging thing. Alex started slowly on me, licking the head. She knew just how to push my buttons. Her hot slick tongue encircled the cool head. No matter how cold my body became or how icy the water was, my cock was about as hard as it could get. It was a strange dichotomy, the cold water running down her head and onto my lap, accented by her hot lips and steamy tongue dancing wildly across my skin. Now I knew what a popsicle felt like. I threw my head back, ripping the shower curtain from one of the shower rings as I felt her frozen fingers draw near to my burning pussy. It was like being fingered by an icicle. I was already dripping wet and more than ready for it. But it wasn’t always about me, Alexis enjoyed running my motor the way that she wanted. I was just along for the ride. Slowly she wiggled a finger into me, filling me with such a strange yet erotic icy feeling. I burned from the inside out, but she was finger fucking me with such power and determination to my already soaked pussy that I was starting to get a chill down there. “Oh fuck me honey,” I said, groaning as she wrapped those hot wet juicy lips on my cock. Her head bobbed down while she grasped the base of the shaft, working the entire length of my cock. The instant a single millimeter of flesh escaped her steamy mouth it was met by the icy hard grasp of her fist. She knew how to drive me wild like no other girl I’ve known. I grasped onto my cold breasts, cupping them and feeling their weight within my palms. My breasts weren’t especially large, but I never had to complain about that. I loved my body, and when I got in bed, the size of my breasts was the last concern on most people’s mind. I cooed as I pinched the nipples, feeling that rippling tingling pleasure shoot through my body. As cold as they were my nipples had seemed to shrink up, but they were as hard as diamonds and as sensitive and tender as they had ever been. Combined with Alexis’s masterful manipulations I was riding the rush of a wave of pleasure as I ignored the heat and the cold. Meanwhile she had worked a second finger into my pussy, pounding me with the two digits. Frankly, the feeling was fucking fantastic. She was pulling the strings of my body like a puppeteer. I could do nothing but buck my hips on the ledge of the shower, my ass barely hanging on the edge of the porcelain. That hot mouth taking my cock past her lips and to the gums, those fingers reaming me with gusto...I wanted to blow my load and roll over and go to bed. “MMM,” she moaned, stopping just at the verge of my impending orgasm. “Oh, you bitch,” I said, gasping for air. “I’m a bitch am I?” she asked, leaning up into my face, breathing her hot breaths over my now freezing body. I moaned as she kissed me on the lips, tasting the strong salty drops of precum peppering the usual flavor of my lover’s mouth. “And here I was about to let you get off without doing me.” “I take it back,” I said, kissing her deeply. “Better get me off,” she said, pushing her fingers into my mouth, the freezing fingers covered by my burning hot pussy juice. She was so kinky like that, but she knew I loved it. A beautiful blond girl like that didn’t learn to run my engine like that without developing a few kinks. “Lie down,” she said, standing atop me. “Yes ma’am,” I said, lying on the bottom of the tub, among a pool of icy cold water. I thanked god for the soft shower pillow to cradle my neck on. She didn’t hesitate for a moment, crouching over my body and impaling herself on my cock. My frozen shaft felt so good inside of her burning pussy. It took but a moment for my cock to absorb her inner heat. It seemed to give me a second life. It was so strange but erotic at the same time, like making love in the wintertime, a freezing room but warm under the sheets. Alexis began to bounce that beautiful skinny body up and down on my cock. She felt magnificent, her velvety smooth pussy lips swallowing my cock, grinding up and down my shaft like an expert. My girl had been a dancer before. She knew just about every move in the book, and she had even taught this city girl a few new tricks. I grabbed onto her soaking wet ass, the round cheeks glistened in the reflected light of the water, making them that much more alluring. I didn’t want her to tease me anymore, I just wanted to fill her up so fast and so hard. She never wanted to give me that chance. Her gorgeous body atop mine, grinding her pussy against my cock was the norm, not the exception. Not that I ever complained, but on a bed I could turn her on her back and give her the rough riding that I knew she wanted. I groaned as she sat up, directly under the icy beads of the cold shower. She sat atop me, her beauty magnified. The thick strands of wet blond hair that hung from her hair covered her perky, beautiful breasts with their small hard nipples. I simply had to grab onto them, pinching those beautiful nips as I cupped them in my hand. As she moaned I could tell that she wasn’t just slowing me down, she was trying to slow herself down as well. She wanted to keep this going, but I needed to get off. Dropping my hands down along her cold smooth wet skin I reached her hips, clutching them tightly. She grinned through the blond fibrils, closing her eyes as I began to take charge. Lying on the base of a tub isn’t the ideal place to have sex. I know that now, but at the time the pleasure far outweighed the pain. I thrust my hips forward, filling her beautiful little body with every inch of my cock, bouncing our bodies half a foot off the floor of the shower, only to slam it back down a moment later. The porcelain of the tub was nowhere near as forgiving as that of a bed, made even worse by my frozen body and the cold water splashing up and down my back. But it didn’t deter me for a second. We made such a strange noise, my ass bouncing against the tub basin as I withdrew from her pussy, before splashing freezing water as I thrust forward into her soaking hot wetness. I could feel the tub stopper slide into place, the water from the shower that rained down on us began to quickly fill the tub. It was little more than a mild annoyance at the time. I grabbed her body close to mine. It was freezing to the touch. I opened my mouth, eagerly suckling upon her frozen breast. Her nipple was harder than I had ever felt it, even as I began to warm it within my mouth the frozen nub maintained its hardness. I licked it lovingly, lapping against the frosty peaks of her mammary mountains, while Alexis moaned all the while. I reached my hand down, rubbing her round ass for a moment, before reaching around. Thankfully my finger had already been soaking wet, because when I did what I did, dry was never good. With a quick squirming motion I wiggled my middle finger deep into her tight puckered anus, fingering her at the same speed I fucked her sweet pussy. If she wanted to be kinky, I could be too. Besides, I was in the shower anyway, it would wash off in no time. And it’s not like we hadn’t ever had anal sex before. She wiggled above me as I filled her pussy and ass, while sucking on her breast. Alexis whispered into my ear, “Faster, finish me off!” I wanted to have some fun roaming in her beautiful body but now was the time to finish it. I redoubled my efforts, water splashing up and down, pooling all around, some of it sliding over the tub and onto the bathroom floor. I couldn’t care less. I luxuriated in her soft skin, the soft chilly folds of the small of her back, the icy cold breast of her the warm enveloping sensation of her pussy, and her round ass with it’s tight anus were my playthings, and as our bodies slammed back and forth in a powerful yet tender embrace I knew that she was fully mine. I grunted, feeling that familiar tingling in my gut, knowing that it was almost time. My cock flied in and out of her as fast as humanly possible, pushing it to the limit of what Alexis could take. I knew she wasn’t going to stop me now, she was riding and grinding on top of me like her life depended on it. I let her nipple go, leaning my neck upward, my lips kissing hers deeply. She was moaning with every fast pace breath that escaped her lips, hot breathe steaming in front of my eyes. With one final thrust I knew in an instance that I had surpassed the limit, and my climax had been achieved. Fiery explosions went off in my mind as I came deeply within my girl. As the water from the shower coated us on the outside, my hot seed coated her on the inside, filling her tight wet pussy in an instant. Blast after blast of my hot white seemed bubbled forth out of my cock. My body shook with every jet that escaped from my body. I was so preoccupied with my own pleasure I barely noticed Alexis’s writing body atop mine, shaking with her own climax. Her beautiful face peered into mine, as I watched the almost painful contortions of what I knew was a wild orgasm washing over her face. She looked so pretty like that, like a dirty little angel who was cumming from me pounding her pussy and finger fucking her ass. Just like an angel. With one last thrust I grunted in exhaustion. Every drop of cum in my body was now swimming somewhere deep in Alexis’s cervix. The water was still flooding out from the tub, soaking the bathroom floor. I kicked the stopper up as Alex nearly collapsed on me, a deep satisfied look on her face. I let the cold water drain completely from the tub before bothering her. “Alex baby, come on, get up,” I said, tapping the gentle skin of her warming body. “I don’t wanna, just wanna sleep,” she said, like a schoolchild trying to avoid getting out of bed. “We will, let’s just get to the bed,” I said, trying to lift her up. She had gone limp, just like a child does when they’re misbehaving. 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