by Jess Bentley
No bra, just those dark pink panties covering her sex. I take her mouth in mine as I begin to pull panties down over her hips. She rocks back and forth to help me slide them down and kisses me hungrily, sucking on my lips, her tongue sweeping across the surface of my teeth to push my mouth open. I can taste the hormones on her breath as she kisses me harder, her excitement mounting.
With my fingers, I begin to probe her lips, stroking the labia lightly until they open on their own. She opens her thighs wider. She’s wetter deeper inside, and I slide my fingers into her channel, gently stroking her, not wanting to be too rough too fast.
But she loves it. I can tell. Her breath puffs out of her nose in short gusts and they get faster as my pace quickens. Finally I slide down and find the cotton string, catching it between my index and middle fingers, tugging lightly.
She gasps, pulling back. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. But I just smile, pulling gently on the string to release the tampon from her tight muscles.
The look of shock on her face is priceless. She’s amazed. Maybe a little affronted. But she’s letting me do it.
I rock the string back and forth slightly, making sure not to pull too hard, and also to make the sensation last. I feel my pants getting tighter as my cock swells, almost too hard to bear. It’s going to be difficult to be gentle with her. I hope she’s not too sensitive right now.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s hot,” Jack groans as he leans against the shower door.
I can see his reflection in the mirror over her shoulder. He’s jerking himself fast, probably just about ready to bust a nut. That guy can be so impatient.
The tampon slides out with just a little more pressure, and I drop it into the garbage can under the sink, holding her gaze and measuring her reactions. She still entranced, amazed at how good it feels to have someone else really take care of you. Really cross lines to show you how intimate people can be.
“Now you,” she says, jerking her chin at my track pants which are magnificently tented at the front. “Let me see that beautiful cock.”
I step quickly out of my pants, pulling my T-shirt over my head as I lift her off the counter. She wraps her thighs around my hips so I can carry her into the shower. Jack holds the door gallantly, bowing with a flourish as I carry her over the threshold into the tropical, steamy enclosure.
When the first jets hit her, Chelsea giggles, arching her back and leaning away, letting the water slide over her face and hair. I hold her tight as streams of water course between our bodies. I can feel her pussy lips rubbing against the newly-shaven hair above my cock, and my erection swings free just below her red pussy. It’s making me insane.
I’m vaguely aware that Jack climbs in right behind us, closing the door and taking a position in the corner where he can watch every move that I make. I head for the opposite corner where there is a shelf and a bar that she can hold onto if she wants to. She won’t need to, but if she wants to reach out, she can.
She snatches a bottle of imported soap off the shelf as we pass it and she flips open the top, squeezing some onto my chest and lathering it with her palm, sliding over my nipples, thumbing them until they are hard. I almost want to tell her to stop, but it feels so fucking good I can’t say anything. Wedging her shoulders against the corner, I balance my hips under hers and let her explore and massage me, dragging her fingers through the luxurious lather as the warm water drips down her pussy and over my waiting cock.
“Oh my God, you’re so hard!” she gasps when she slips down an inch or two and feels my dick underneath her.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I reply, grunting as I get my heels firmly planted on the pebble tile floor. “Hang on. Tell me if it hurts.”
“No, let me,” she smiles, nudging my hand away when I start to maneuver her over my throbbing dick.
“As you wish,” I answer.
With my forearms on the tile wall and heels against the textured floor, I have enough traction that all this soap and water isn’t going to interfere with what I want to do next. Limber and strong, she grips the handle on the wall next to her head with one hand, and uses her other hand to slide down between us, tantalizing me by opening her pussy with her index and middle fingers, taking a couple seconds to expose that pink slit to me, so I can watch the water sloshing over it, glistening and gurgling.
Her thighs clench my hips as she pulls away slightly, reaching down to grab my cock in her supple fingers. She jerks me twice, but she doesn’t have to because I am already rod-hard.
Biting her lower lip, she positions her pussy over the head of my cock, teasing me by rubbing it in her crack, against her frilly lips, and squeezing it hard before positioning me at her hole.
“Yeah,” she groans, smiling as she takes her hand away. She’s just holding me with the force of her muscles, and I’m so hard that I know I’m going to slide right in.
The first inch of her is tight all over again, squeezing the head of my cock so hard it almost hurts. But then she loosens up a little bit, just enough to let me slide inside of her dark channel, widening enough to fit me, but still so tight I could feel the muscles rippling around me. She sheaths me completely as I plunge slowly to reward her center, not even letting up until I am balls-deep in that beautiful, deep, life-giving pussy.
I could feel the extra lubrication as I pull out slightly, and I have to hold onto her hips to balance us. I’m so deep inside her, I can feel her insides moving around with every thrust. She throws her head back and moans, dragging me even deeper with her ankles behind my ass.
“Yeah! Fuck her, Chance,” Jack grunts behind me, and I can vaguely hear him slapping his cock, hitting that fast rhythm, soap and water spraying everywhere.
Chelsea bounces on top of me, holding onto the handle on the wall while I piston into her sweet, hot pussy. Reaching forward, I thumb her clit and she moans again, even harder. Almost going slack around me. That’s it. That’s what I need. Finally she tips her head in that way that I love, where I know she’s really mine. I can do anything I want to her right now. She’s giving me every part of her, body and soul, completely allowing me to just plow her period pussy into oblivion.
With my thumb rubbing her clit and my cock buried up to the hilt, I pound her relentlessly, mesmerized by the sounds, smells, and sensations of everything going on around me. Finally I can’t take it anymore and unleash a heroic load directly into her womb, filling her to overflowing so that with the next thrust it gushes back out, dousing my thighs in pink, pearly cum that swirls down to my toes and then races toward the drain.
With trembling fingers, I reach out and hit the control panel, changing the temperature to something a little cooler, something that throbs and pulses. As soon as it hits her, I hear her gasp and then giggle a little bit. She likes it. I can tell.
As I soften, my dick slides out of her and I wish I could get hard again immediately and go for it again. I guess there is always next month.
Behind me, Jack leaves the shower and returns with a couple of fluffy, dark red towels. He holds them out with a knowing smirk. Chelsea soaps herself luxuriously, turning under one of the showerheads, twisting her hair to bring it out, sliding her hands over her hips to brush the rest of the lather away. I can’t stop looking at her. She is an amazing creature.
“Well, that was fucking awesome!” Jack grins as he hands us our towels.
Chelsea brushes the hair back from her forehead and smiles, shaking her head just a little bit.
“I wouldn’t have guessed it,” she admits. “But that was hot as fuck!”
Jack sidles up to her, pulling the towel away from her and leaning down to bite her nipples, smiling.
“Yeah. And you got a few days left? There’s more for me?”
“Well… Sure? Yes?”
He stands back, looking her over as she giggles, gleaming with moisture, her body taut and strong.
“Anything you got, Chelsea, I want it.”
Chapter 17
Chelsea
&n
bsp; I can feel summer starting to slip away. Lying on the chaise lounge, I watch the reflections of the water dance on the underside of the umbrella. Every once in a while there will be a breeze that has just a little bit of a bite to it. Just a bit.
Fall is coming. Not today, but soon.
This reminds me of hanging out by the pool when I was a kid. The last days of summer vacation, knowing that school was starting again. Or maybe school had already started, but we would have to close the pool pretty soon. In Illinois, there are really only about three months were it’s over 80 degrees. Way over 80 degrees sometimes. We have about four days of spring, then three months of 112 degrees, then two days of fall before it’s six months of winter again.
Or something like that. It’s a common joke around here.
But it still feels really good, lying out here listening to the soft gurgle of water in the filter, the sounds of birds and locusts, the faraway rustling of wind in the very tops of the trees.
Pure heaven.
It seems so strange that I would find paradise here, of all places. In some ways it’s exactly like home, growing up. Only we are not children anymore. And we are actually in Wisconsin. And there are two toddlers running around. Well, they are asleep right now.
But it has a certain sense of continuity. My happiest memories as a kid were sitting by the pool, letting the sun in the skin between my toes. I didn’t consciously miss that life when I went away to school, when I was living with Ronnie, but now that I have it back I can see that was it. I feel so lucky to have dropped that thread and then been able to pick it back up again.
And isn’t it strange that Chance and Jack are back in my life just because Chance walked into the coffee shop? What a coincidence. And even though we grew up with money, I didn’t have any after college. Yet, they managed to accumulate a remarkable fortune in just a little bit of time.
I guess if I really think about it, they kind of saved me. Scooped me up out of the rut I was in. Got me back to where I feel really good.
I should remember to thank them for that.
Or not. They would probably just tease me mercilessly about it.
“What are you thinking about?” Jack asks as he walks out, startling me out of my daydream.
“Russian literature,” I answer automatically.
“Seriously?” he smirks as he sits down on the foot of my chaise, picking my ankles up and then dropping my feet on his lap. He immediately starts rubbing the soles of my feet, pressing hard with his thumb between my big toe in the next one, sending shivers up my legs.
“Ha! I gave you goosebumps,” he chuckles.
“You always give me goosebumps,” I sigh, flexing my toes.
He rubs each toe individually, rolling them between his fingers. I have to ask him where he learned to do that. Do they teach guys in health class or something? It is amazing.
He dips his chin, looking at me over the top of his sunglasses with hunger in his eyes.
“Want to come inside with me?”
“Inside?” I reply with mock surprise. “Why, whatever for?”
He stops rubbing my foot and circles my ankle with his thumb and forefinger, opening my legs and dragging me forward.
“Fine,” he growls. “Don’t come inside. I always wanted to fuck somebody on this chaise.”
Wincing, I maneuver my ankle so that I can put my foot right in the middle of his chest and push him back with it. He covers it with his hand as though I’ve wounded him dramatically.
“Foot sex?” he asks gamely. “Hey, who am I to judge? I would love to suck on your toes.”
“Toes are all you’re going to get today, mister,” I chide him. “My pussy needs a vacation.”
He opens his mouth in surprise, spreading my legs and squinting as though he could see through my bathing suit bottoms.
“What? Are you kidding me? That thing is indestructible! And I know… I have tried!”
I shift, laughing and cringing. I really am so sore. I have never been fucked like this in my whole life. Twice a day for… weeks now. Weeks. I am not exaggerating.
“I think it was that last time, last night. Chance wore me out. No lie.”
“Chance?” he asks, confused. “Where was I? You fell asleep right after I came on your tits, remember?”
“Yeah, well, Chance woke me up for round three, so…”
“Jeez, I wish I would’ve known,” he mumbles. “I’m sure I could’ve rallied for a round four if I would’ve known…”
“No! You beast!” I object, slapping him lightly on the arm. “That’s what I’m saying! Three rounds was enough. You guys fuck me like I’m the last pussy you’re ever going to have. I’m afraid you’re going to break it.”
“Maybe just the best pussy we are ever going to have,” he shrugs.
“Aw, what a sweet thing to say,” I sigh, leaning forward and taking his stubbly cheeks in my palms before kissing his soft-yet-firm lips.
I only have to kiss him for a few seconds before his scent changes, gets that change where I know he is turned on. Dammit. I was serious about needing a vacation.
His hands slide around behind my ass and he drags me closer, kissing me deeper, thrusting his whole tongue into my mouth.
“Just how broken? Maybe just a little bit? Just the tip?” he asks between kisses.
“Nope. I don’t even want you to look at it.”
“What if I want to look at it?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms. “One day off is not going to kill you.”
“Maybe… But why risk it?”
I slide my sunglasses off my head and onto my eyes, leaning back on the chaise lounge. Fine. Looks like I’m going to have to pretend to be asleep.
Jack is undeterred. My eyes are closed, but obviously I can feel him staring at me. Then I feel his fingers walking up my thighs. His palms cupping my hips briefly before he wanders closer to my…
“Jack? I’m serious. No pussy today.”
His hands pause, then retreat. I feel him take my knees and bend my legs, opening them. Before I can object, he slides his hand under my ass and squeezes my cheeks lightly, running his thumbs along the edges of my bathing suit bottoms.
This is sort of unusual, so I don’t say anything right away. And it’s kind of relaxing. With the workout that I’ve been getting, it’s sort of like a nice massage, the way that he is working my ass cheeks, his strong hands firmly kneading those muscles.
As he works the muscles, I feel the tension leaving my body. It feels great. He is so strong that he lifts me off the cushions with no effort at all. I don’t even object when he spreads my ass cheeks, brushing against my hole with his fingers, just the gentlest touch.
Then he stops. I push my glasses up and look at him. He bites his lower lip, tipping his head to the side thoughtfully.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” he announces. “And you’re going to love it.”
Then he hops up off the chair. “Wait right here,” he commands me.
He jogs out of the patio area, returning in a few moments with a towel and a monstrous grin on his face. My heart races. Ass? Is he serious?
But then again, everything he’s done so far has been surprisingly amazing. I’ve always been curious. I’ve never had a boyfriend who was even a little bit interested, so it’s just sort of undiscovered country back there.
So why the hell not?
The cap of the lube squeaks when he thumbs it open. He squeezes a little onto his fingers and dives into my bathing suit, slathering my bottom with the gooey, slippery substance.
“Raise your hips,” he smiles.
Arching up on my heels, I pick my bottom up off the chair and let him slide the towel underneath me. Then he drags my bathing suit bottoms off my body and flips them, slingshot style, onto the table next to us.
“Damn, that really is a beautiful pussy,” he growls as he stares at my naked body. “But it’s a beautiful asshole too. Nice and tight for me. Just do what I tell you, okay? Y
ou’re going to love it.”
“Jack…”
“Shhhhh,” he answers, smiling encouragingly.
I thought he would want me to turn over onto my belly, but he doesn’t ask me to do that. He just keeps my legs wide, wide open and continues rubbing lube over my ass. With every stroke, back and forth, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. But his fingers probe a little deeper each time. At first I feel him just tapping there, then pressing. So slippery, so rhythmic. He circles the hole, watching my face intently.
Round and round he goes, so gentle, but I know there is more coming. My pulse rushes in my ears. Tap, tap, tap. When he inserts a finger, just the tip, he stops.
“Just relax,” he says softly. “Just stay like this, just for a second. Your body will adjust.”
And he is totally right. At first it seems strange, obstructive, like getting a seed caught in your throat or something. But since he doesn’t move, I feel myself relax around him, that tight ring loosening its grip on his finger.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Slowly he begins to stroke, in and out, sliding his finger into my hole, gently tempting my body into wanting more. He is so patient, but I realize that I am not. I begin to move with him, urging him to go a little bit deeper.
“Ohhhhh, yeah, didn’t I tell you? Doesn’t that feel good?”
I don’t answer, but I close my eyes and let my body take over. I can feel everything around me too, the sound of the water, the sound of the wind. The heat of the concrete, radiating upward. It’s also perfect.
A little deeper, a little deeper. I can hear the wet sound of the lube as he works me slightly faster, then suddenly I am certain he’s got two fingers. It feels amazing. So good that I let my hands drift down to touch my clit while he does that.
“Jesus, Chelsea, yes,” he grunts. “Do that. Let me watch you touch your beautiful pussy.”
