Britt had settled sideways on the chaise. Already had his shorts unlaced and his cock out. Damn, he got into watching more than she’d have imagined.
David had popped her breasts out above the bikini and had one in each hand. He quit kissing her and moved his mouth down to her right nipple. Oh, sweet Jesus. Could she come, just from nipple action? She was so wound up, her breasts felt hard and swollen–like everything else. She humped harder against the bulge below, her suit sticking to his, until she at least got the edge of her suit against her clit. Ah, better. Some friction at least. David groaned against her breast. Sounded pained. Still suckling, he moved his smooth hands down her stomach, then around to her ass. Squeezing, kneading, feverish, he delved his fingers inside the suit. Just where she wanted him, except…
“The front,” she gasped, letting her legs loose from his waist to make a gap between them.
When one of his hands got inside the front of her suit, he groaned again. “Fuck, baby. You’re ready.”
Even in the water, she felt slick against his scalding fingers. “Yes. Let’s. Now.” They could fool around with foreplay later. Right now she wanted him inside her.
“Gotta go. Get the condom.” He kissed her and she nodded, watching him as he pushed off his suit, climbing out of the pool. Damn, what an ass. Yum. She’d do some nibbling there later.
And Britt? He still sat there stroking himself. “You look like a horny Cheshire cat,” she said. “Come over here, where you can see better.” She patted the pool edge.
Britt cocked his head in thought, nodded, and complied, also dropping his shorts along the way. When he’d settled with his feet dangling in the pool, she moved in, placed her hands on his thighs. Tilted her head up for a kiss. He tasted of beer, a little cool, but his hands were warm as he untied her suit top and skimmed along under her breasts to remove it. “Good show, love,” he whispered.
She’d show him good. He was going to pop like a cork before she finished with him. She couldn’t help stroking him, couldn’t resist tasting him.
“Ah, Vic.” He sounded hesitant–did he really think this thing was all about taking turns? She took him deeper in her mouth and he sucked in air.
Behind her, David splashed into the pool.
Just a couple more good sucks, and she pulled off Britt, tilted up for another kiss. Back away, to David. Britt wrapped his fingers around himself before David had pulled her suit bottom down. Splat! It landed on the decking somewhere. David’s stubble rasped against her shoulders, down her backbone, his fingers working her clit, and then he pulled her tight against him, entered from behind. The condom had cooled in the water, but slid in smooth and full. God, she was swollen, her insides grasping him. She throbbed, lubricated more, and David grunted against her shoulder.
Britt looked damn good.
She took a careful step forward, then another, David keeping pace, until she reached Britt. She throbbed and became even wetter, her nipples pulsing with ache for what she wanted. Britt shook his head slightly, but moved his hands away. When she leaned down to take Britt’s cock in her mouth, David remained upright. Britt was lubricating, too. She savored the taste, swirled it in her mouth, sucked harder for more. God, she was whimpering, but how fantastic. She had a cock in her mouth, a cock in her… Wow, David was really going for it back there. Like that battery bunny on TV, but he couldn’t last. Keeping hold of Britt, she stood up and leaned back into David. His hands came around her, clasped her breasts. He kissed her neck and she turned to him for a kiss. Would he…
He took her lips, gave tongue, paused for a moment. Did he taste Britt? With a low growl, he kissed harder. He liked. So fucking hot. She raised her left hand over her shoulder and clasped his head to her. His cock still thrust into her, slower now, but deep, and his tongue mimicked the action. She swelled tighter around him, taking it without that edge of discomfort she got when Britt entered from behind. Still clasping David’s head with her hand, she broke the kiss. His mouth went back to the base of her neck, maybe on his love bite?
Britt’s cock beckoned. She leaned forward, and David stayed with her this time.
Britt groaned, sounded uncertain, but his cock seemed to want her there. More precum. God knew, she was doing the same–was David? Probably. They were all close. She went deep on Britt, relaxing–no gagging sounds today. He moaned, she whimpered as best she could; next to her ear, so very, very close to her mouth and Britt’s cock, David let out a steady stream of grunts and groans. Britt tensed. She let David’s hair loose, pressed her fingers to her clit. There. Oh. Britt growled and released; she swallowed him and shuddered as the first wave hit her, wracking her in tight spasms while David hollered something close to “baby” and clutched her tight, in a long, shaking orgasm.