“See that?” I moaned, trailing one hand down, letting my fingers dip into my secret vee. “See, I want you so bad,” I moaned again, pulling my fingers out and showing them to him, my digits covered in luscious liquid, so much that the tips were literally dripping with sex fluid. And going with the flow, I leaned forward to thrust them into his mouth.
“Drink it, big boy,” I commanded, my eyes hot on his. “Drink up my pussy nectar.”
And he obeyed, his tongue circling around my fingers, licking up the sides, ravenous for the taste of my cunt.
“Oh fuuck,” he mumbled between sloppy slurps. “Oh fuck.”
And teasingly, I pulled them away, taking a few licks at my fingers myself. Fuck, the taste was heavenly, I’d been eating well and my snatch juice was sweet and tangy, tangible evidence of my arousal. Fuck, no wonder Stone was so turned on.
But I hadn’t gotten to the finale of my dance yet. Stripping off the rest of the black nylon, I pranced nude over to a leaf rake I’d glimpsed over by the side of the pool, shaking my ass the entire way, turning back once or twice to shoot him a coy smile, stick a finger down my crevice to tease.
And Stone was almost red in the face now, his hand moving so fast, so furious on his pole I wasn’t sure there’d be any left for me. But I knew what I wanted and was determined to finish my show. Because the leaf rake was going to be my toy, my prop in this sexy dance. It had a five foot handle, a long pole connected to a net at one end, used to fish leaves out of a swimming pool. Picking it up, I licked the tip of the handle. Mmm, the rubber was light blue, warm from the sun, exactly what I wanted. Gripping the pole, I dragged it back to Stone and cooed at him.
“Big boy, help me for a minute?” I asked slyly. “Take your hands of your dick for a sec and hold this for me?”
And the big man gasped, gripping the end with the net so that the pole jutted out forwards. And slowly, I mounted it, rubbing the pole between my legs, riding it, grinding my pussy against that stainless steel.
“Look,” I directed breathily. “See how wet the metal is now? See how it’s dripping with my juices? Feels sooo good,” I breathed.
The big man let out another incoherent sound, a deep growl in his chest, his eyes on fire, glued to my twat. And for good measure, I reached a hand down and parted my pussy lips so that my labia split over the pole and began riding it horizontally, sliding up and down that slick, smooth metal.
“Ummm,” I sighed, throwing my head back, “Ummm.” The contact felt so good, the pole sliding against my clit, a camel toe ride on the unsuspecting rake.
And Stone was practically salivating now. He licked his lips hungrily and his dick was already weeping, a steady stream of semen forming a wet spot on the lounger, the sperm pooling on the water resistant fabric, shiny and so tantalizing.
I giggled.
“Looks tasty, big boy, I’ll be drinking that later,” I said with a wink, nodding at the secret sauce. Because I meant to, I planned on dipping my head and lapping up that extra semen, there was no point in wasting a drop. But in the meantime, there was still this rake.
Slowly, I stopped grinding and swung a leg over so that I was standing in front of the tool, the metal handle jutting out. Licking my palm first, I rubbed the blue rubber tip, the material warm already, slick from my saliva and then smiled at my former teacher.
“Hold it steady, will you?” I purred, and turning around I leaned over, pulling my ass cheeks apart, showing him everything, my slickly dripping cunt, my little anal hole winking and flirting.
Twisting to look at him over my shoulder, I moaned throatily, meeting his eyes in a lustful gaze.
“Put it in, will you?” I murmured, and Stone was only too happy to oblige. Carefully, he angled the pool rake so that the tip was right at my pussy hole and with gentle pressure began to push. I moaned again, feeling the tip kiss my lips, my labia parting around the rubber grip.
“More,” I moaned, head dropping between my shoulders, reaching down to grab my ankles. “Push it in.”
And with that, Stone obeyed. Growling, his eyes on fire and glued to my twat, he slowly penetrated me with the equipment, careful, oh so careful not to hurt me, sliding it in, using the gentlest pressure to make sure my pussy wasn’t reamed too hard.
But I’d been a year without a man and needed more, harder, faster. So I told him. Without lifting my head, I commanded him from between my thighs.
“Fuck me with it, big boy. Pretend it’s you and fuck me with it.”
And Stone obliged. He pushed the rake into me, one inch, two inches, more and more until I had at least seven embedded in my cunt, my pussy lips gripping the pole, my insides oh so fucked. And it felt amazing. I’d been celibate since my teacher left, I hadn’t let any man inside, restricting myself to my fingers and the occasional toy. So the feeling of being fucked once more, having something deep inside, the man I loved using it on me, pounding me hard with this stand-in dick, drove me to the highest ecstasy.