Chapter 4
She stirred as "naked flesh moved across her pussy. She mumbled some small thing and then allowed her eyelids to flutter open. The sight of Ron's head buried between her legs was so exciting she couldn't put words to it.
"Ummm, Janet, I wondered if this would wake you up," he said, looking up at the blonde. "I got hungry so I decided this was the best snack I could find at this hour of the morning."
"What time is it?" she asked, feeling lazy and not a little turned on by the feel of Ron's tongue sliding slowly along her cunt lips.
"Maybe two a.m."
He didn't say anything else. He gently parted her legs so that he could bury his face into her snatch again. His tongue shot out, hard as a cock, and worked between the blue-tinged labia to tease and toy with them. His tender loving care made her gasp as he took one of the pinkly scalloped lips into his mouth and sucked on it.
She arched her back and shoved her cunt down into his face. The nylons on her legs moved seductively now on either side of his head. And she was beginning to understand the appeal of fucking with them on. Janet had never really understood why men enjoyed a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings -and nothing else. Now she did. The movement of the stockings against her legs stimulated her. The sight of Ron's face pushed firmly into her twat turned her on even more.
She wished she had something more than these crotchless pantyhose to put on. Getting Ron hot was suddenly important to her. She wanted to make this the most erotic fucking possible.
"Ummmm, tasty twat," he said, lapping lewdly at her cunt sauce. His tongue worked along the tender ridge of her swollen pussy lip, and she felt lightning bolts of desire blast into her belly from that feathery touch. She had never understood how the lightest of touches could drive her totally wild with lust while a heavy-handed fucking left her cold.
Ron's tongue fleetingly caressed her cunt lips and then dragged across her clit. The sudden jab of desire into her body made her tense and for one second, she thought she was going to come. This would have been the quickest climax on record for her, but then, if anyone could do it to her, it would have to be her old high-school boyfriend.
She had lain awake nights while she was in high school, thinking about him, wondering what it would be like to spread her legs wantonly for him to drive in his thick, meaty prick and fuck her. She had never found out. She had been too scared of her own body and her own responses to ever do it. Something had nagged at her and told her that once she put out, she would never be able to control the rampaging lusts in her tender young body.
Janet laughed at that. She'd been right, dead right. Once she learned about the thrill of fucking, the joys of sucking on a man's prick, she had never once wanted to stop. The pleasures she received were fantastic. And there wasn't anything wrong with her satisfying those desires. Her early religious training was out of date. Fucking with someone you weren't married to wasn't wrong.
How could anything that was so much fun be wrong?
She'd waited ten years to go to bed with Ron. She was glad she had waited, that she'd experienced what other men had to offer her in the sack. It made Ron's loving all the more intense.
His tongue worked up and down her pussy lips and then hesitated when he came to her cunt hole. She felt the tensions build inside her. He was stringing her out and was soon going to pluck her and send her vibrating in sheer delight.
"Tongue-fuck me, Ron! Stuff that tongue of yours all the way up into my cunt!"
He didn't answer. He had better things to do with his mouth. He licked around the flowing mouth of her pussy, then tentatively drove his tongue down into her steamy depths. She moaned and went tense all over. For a moment, he thought she was coming. Then he realized she was at the very brink, but hadn't gotten off yet.
A quick stab of his tongue and her legs clamped tightly on either side of his head. He was blind and deaf. All he could do was tongue-fuck her tight pussy. So he did: Fast. Hard. With all the skill he could muster.
He felt the velvet walls of her pussy ripple and pulse with mad lust. He tasted her salty, slightly acrid woman-wine. He sucked and licked and sent his tongue flittering all over the insides ,of her cunt. Her orgasm sent out a flood of fuck fluids that almost drowned him.
Avidly sucking them all up, he continued fucking her with his tongue until his jaws ached. He lost count of the number of times she came. He diddled her clit, he lightly nibbled on her cunt lips, he tongue-fucked her crushing depths, he even drove his wet tongue into the tightly clenched anus. The brief excursion up her asshole made the woman shiver all over as if she had caught a chill. When she got off, her entire body was wracked with heavy shudders that threatened to shake her to pieces. The man kept his tongue firmly lodged in her anal sphincter until the best of her passion had abated.
He poked his head up and looked into her sex-dazed blue eyes and said, "I'm all sweaty and tired. What do you say to a little dip in the pool?"
"Ummm, yes, Ron, anything, as long as I can be with you!"
"Let's go, then."
"Not like this!" she protested, looking down at her naked body. She still wore her pantyhose, but the active fucking and cunt eating had virtually ripped the pantyhose in two. Her snatch was nakedly exposed and it would be damned embarrassing if they happened to run into anyone while she was in this condition.
"I intend to go skinny-dipping. I don't know about you."
"Skinny-dipping," she said, savoring the feel of the word on her tongue. They had always talked about doing things like this while they were in high school, but she'd never known anyone who actually did it. The decision was immediate.
She'd do it!
"Okay, Ron, it sounds like fun--and it sounds like something we should have done ten years ago. Together."
"I couldn't agree more. But for the sake of traveling, here, you can wear my robe. I'll put on this coat and we will seem to be two respectable people just out for a nighttime stroll and elevator ride. Or something."
"Or something," she said and laughed. The more she thought of this little jaunt, the hotter she became. This was a totally different Ron from the one she'd known. He looked about the same but his outlook on life had changed for the better. He was willing to take risks, do things which would make them both a lot happier.
As they rode down in the elevator, she couldn't keep her hand from slipping between their bodies. She lifted his coat and drew her hands over the well-muscled moons of his ass. Diving between his legs, she grabbed his balls and pulled gently. He yelped but she didn't stop.
Her hand finally found his limp prick. Stroking along its flaccid length, she found she was able to get it into a half-erect position by the time they reached the lobby.
"What are we going to do now?" she whispered to him, as she saw the bored clerk lounging against the counter, reading a Magazine.
"Act like nothing was the matter."
She had to laugh out loud at that. His prick poked its crown out the front of his coat. Act like nothing was wrong! Everything was right! And they could be arrested for it!
The clerk never looked up, but the thrill of possible discovery made Janet's pussy begin to really water. She felt weak and rubbery inside and, by the time they reached the secluded pool, she was hot to fuck Ron.
"Let's not swim, Ron. Let's make it again."
"Why do we have to separate them?" he asked, his hand slipping down into the small of her back and then cupping one of her perky asscheeks. "We can fuck in the water. It does look tempting, doesn't it?" He indicated the small pool with the glinting waves and promisingly warm embrace.
"Yea!" she said.
And then the woman flew through the air, the man's hand propelling her with a last second goose. She yelped as his thumb drove up into her asshole, but the water cut off any real protest. Janet sputtered for air and fluttered around in the water for a moment until she could get the floor under her feet.
She paddled around lazily, feeling the warm water caressing her body and relaxing her. The sight of Ron standing on the edge of the pool, his prick jerking mightily to another thrilling erection, stimulated her. She couldn't wait to float in the water and have the man's powerful prick drive in and out of her cunt.
"Join me!" she urged.
He didn't have to be asked twice. He slipped into the water and idly stroked over to her. They were at the junction of the deep end and the shallower part. Janet couldn't decide which would be better for their fucking. The deeper water provided lots of room to thrash around, but it might require some footing on the bottom of the pool. She didn't want to drown to death, no matter how great the promise of cock.
Ron settled it for her. He guided her back towards the shallow end, saying, "I might need the leverage. It gets tricky fucking in the water."
"Oh, ho!" she crowed. "An expert And I thought you were the one who didn't go in for sports."
"Not like this." His hands slithered through the water and brushed across her nipples. The woman felt an electric surge pass through her entire body. This was living! She knew all over again what she had been missing while she had been in high school. The number of swimming parties she'd gone to blurred in number in her head. Not once had anyone ever suggested balling in the water. And if they had, she would have turned them down.
Not now. Now with the promise of a long, demanding cock just inches away from her pussy. She could see it underwater, bucking and throbbing with desire for her. The refraction of . the water caused the angles to change subtly and made his cock seem even larger than it was, though how that could be Janet didn't know.
She kicked upward with her legs and tried floating under the surface. Her legs drifted widely apart and exposed her beautiful blonde snatch. She looked down and could see the pink pussy lips fluttering with the gentle currents in the pool. She knew that Ron wouldn't be able to resist her now.
She was right.
He shoved of and arrowed into her crotch like a torpedo heading for its target. She shuddered a little as his cock brushed against her pussy mound before moving lower and parting her cunt lips. The shudder built up inside her body until an earthquake threatened to tear her apart.
"Oh, God, Ron, fuck me! I can feel it inside me! I . . . I'm almost ready to come!"
"So soon?" he asked, bemused. "But it can't be anything I've done. Wh --? "
"It's you, dammit, it's you! I want you!" she moaned. By tossing her head to get the wet hair out of her eyes she sent a cascade of water dancing across the pool. She wanted his prick buried all the way up into her twat. Nothing less would do; the anticipation of it was building her desires to the breaking point, but she needed a little fucking to push her over the brink.
"Shit, I never imagined I could do that to women," he said. She wasn't in the mood to argue with him. His prick was necessary to her. If only she had discovered it ten years earlier!
But it drove smoothly into her well-oiled cunt. It surged and twisted as it parted her tightly held inner pussy walls. She gasped with the force of his entry, then floated onto her back and arched her spine to drive him even deeper into her cunt.
It worked. She came. The galvanic shock passing through her body lighted her up like a thousand-watt light bulb. She quivered and shook and jerked around, a fish on the end of a long pole.
"Ready for some real, honest-to-God fucking now?" he asked when the tidal passions of desire had abated in her trim, supple body. She could only nod dully. The entire fucking in the amniotic fluid-like warm pool was almost more than she could take. If she had been sent back to the womb, free of all worries, given all the cock she could stand, it couldn't have been better than this.
And when he started fucking her, it was paradise on earth. She felt tiny fires begin to ignite throughout the length of her cunt. They blazed brighter and spread into her belly. Then the heat lanced all the way up her spine and exploded once in her brain. She came again. When her thrashing and splashing around died down again, he told her, "It's not going to get any better. The water's making your cunt feel like sandpaper."
"Nonsense!" she blurted. She felt her pussy drooling obscenely. Her slippery love juices would be more than enough lubricant for even a cock as huge as Ron's.
As he fucked a few more times into her clinging twat, she realized he was right. The water washed off her oils and left nothing but skin. He fucked her and it felt like she was being dry-humped. She moaned and this time it wasn't from pleasure.
"See?" he said. "But hang on. We're going to a little ride." He began swimming toward the edge of the pool. She hung onto his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist. This kept his cock firmly lodged inside her pussy. While it wasn't moving, it felt nice and warm and stimulating for her. Only when he really tried to fuck her did it chafe and hurt.
She sputtered a little, from being trapped under his body like that but soon saw his target. Someone had left some petroleum jelly near the edge of the pool, possibly some lovers who enjoyed the same type of water sports she and Ron did.
The man pulled the lid off the plastic jar and pulled out a thick gob of the grease. Reaching underwater, he liberally applied it to his pecker and all over her labia. For a moment, she felt empty as he drifted away from her. But his fingers raced up into her seething pit of passion. He quickly swirled it around inside her pussy and then she felt the usual weak and watery sensation.
It didn't last long. He stuffed his. prick back into her and shoved off from the edge of the pool. Janet felt as if she were floating through space, weightless. The warmth made her forget she had a skin. All her worries faded away. Her only contact with reality was the deliciously warm and hard cock buried all the way up her pussy.
"Fuck me," she sighed hotly into his ear. She had to cling to him to keep from going underwater. While that didn't bother her too much, she realized that when she approached orgasm, she might inadvertently suck in a mouthful of water. That would ruin all the pleasure she had worked so hard to build.
"Don't worry," he told her. "With a pussy as hot and tight and demanding sheathing my prick, I can't do anything else!"
He began an odd motion, flexing his back and working his way through the water like a porpoise. She wanted to protest until he kicked hard and rippled his entire body. His prick slipped in and out of her cunt with a motion so totally erotic she almost came. As he flapped and fluttered his way around the pool, she did come.
Janet had never been able to relax like this on land. There was no pressure on her back, anywhere, except where it mattered the most. His prick was properly oiled for the task of fucking her now, and it slipped easily in and out of her clutching, steamy hot cunt. She felt the petroleum jelly begin to melt inside her hot pussy and squirt out around the thick plug of his cock. She idly worried that they might need some more to keep both from complaining.
But that was for later. Right now, she had no complaints at all. She let her arms trail down the sides of her body. His strong limbs supported her totally now. The water buoyed her up, her ass feeling the gentle caresses of the water flowing between the humid ass-cheeks. The gentle waves breaking on her tits built up her desires even more, but it was his cock inside that really turned her on.
It had never been this way in high school. She wanted to make up for all the time she'd lost.
Her fingers groped between their wet, slippery bodies until she found his balls. They were slack and floating in the warm water. They didn't stay that way long. She teased and massaged them into a hard little sphere that pulsed and lurched with need.
He fucked her faster. They were grunting now, the sweat from their furious activity being washed away by the warmth of the water surrounding them. Rolling over and over in the water was the most delicious way to fuck, she thought.
The rolling motion set into gear strange desires in her loins. She didn't understand what it was that made her frolic like some water nymph. As she felt the water wash across her face, past her slightly domed belly, across their locked genitals, she came. Hard.
Her thrashing would have been mistaken for a drowning if a guard had been on duty. Luckily for them, no one was even in the room. They continued fucking hard and fast until the woman thought she was totally exhausted.
And then the man shoved his feet directly toward the bottom of the pool and pulled her under. They had been moving slowly toward the deep end of the pool. Now the bottom was a good ten feet under them. And Ron took advantage of this to give the woman a new thrill in fucking.
She didn't try to hold onto his body as he dived for the bottom. He kicked himself into position once he got to the ten foot depth and peered up. He saw her legs still widely split, her pussy glinting like gold above him. With the air threatening to burst from his lungs, he pushed off powerfully and headed for the surface.
The buoyancy of the air in his lungs helped speed him on his way. He gauged his target, saw the soft pink lips and corrected his course slightly. As he broke the surface, his prick smashed hard, into her cunt hole. The forceful fucking triggered still another come in her softly yielding pussy.
As her velvet-lined cunt clamped down around his prick, the man knew he couldn't stand it anymore. He came, his jism shooting into her eagerly sucking cavity of carnal passions. That female orifice worked miracles on his prick, milking every single drop of his come from his balls. When her cunt finished with him, he was limp and content to float on his back.
"That was great, Ron," Janet told him, paddling alongside.
"Yeah. I just wish we could do it again right now."
"Let me help?' she said, diving. She went underwater and licked and tongued his balls until he had another hard-on: The second time in the water was even more fun than the first fucking.