WELL YOU ASKED FOR IT.....
The feel of Mark's lips on her nipples and his fingers
moving over, around and then into her cunt was getting
Angela hotter by the second. She looked down and watched
his mouth as it nibbles and sucked on her breasts. She felt
the tension building deep inside her pelvis. Her hips had
involuntarily started thrusting, pushing Mark's fingers
deeper, and higher, stimulating her clitoris. She closed
her eyes tight, and threw her head back and moaned..... and
remembered about that night with Chuck.... in another
pool... so many years ago...........
Chuck continued to splash his way toward her, his eyes
locked on her breasts.
"Like 'em?" Angela laughed.
"God, you're beautiful," Chuck grunted. "Do you know
how long I've wanted to see you like this?"
"Since before we started going together, I'll bet."
Chuck was standing right in front of her now. Not more
than a foot separated them. Angela knew she was playing
with fire, but felt she could keep the situation from going
any farther than she wanted it to. She knew she was able to
control men. She always had, ever since she was a little
girl. At first, it was just something that came naturally,
something she did with her eyes.
Chuck reached for her. Gently touching her breast, his
knees seemed to get weak. He steadied himself, and then was
holding both of her tight young breasts in his hands,
fondling them, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive
nipples. He moved closer, and pressed his chest against
her's, crushing her tits against him, and he threw his arms
around her, hugging her even closer, and grinding his crotch
against her's.
"Oh, Chuck.... I can feel your hard-on."
Chuck pressed himself even harder against her, and
said, "I'm not surprised at that. I think old one-eye is
trying to tear his way through my trunks."
Chuck's hands that had been pulling her toward him started
to move down her back, slowly, as if his was savoring the
the tactile sensations. They moved lower, until each hand
covered one of her tight buttocks. Then he pressed her
toward him once more, lifting her slightly, until her pussy
was resting directly on his erect cock, separated only by
the thin cloth of their suits.
"Slow down, Chuck," Angela whispered into his ear.
"Slow down.... I want this to be a night we'll both remember
for a long time."
Chuck nodded, acknowledging that he'd heard, but pulled
them even tighter together.
"Chucky, Chucky... you feel so goooood," she sighed. I
want to feel you all over." Then she giggled, "And I want
you to feel me all over too."
She reached behind her, and held his hands, gently
disengaging them from the cheeks of her ass. "C'mon,
Chucky. Let's get out of this pool, I'm starting to get
chilly."
"Okay," he answered, but, but... what were you talking
about when you said you wanted us to feel each other all
over?"
"Get out of the pool and I'll show you, silly."
Chuck splashed his way to the steps at the pool's
shallow end, and climbed out. Then he turned, extending his
hand helped Angela up the stairs.
"I'm getting cold," Angela said. "Why don't you run
over where we were sitting and get me a towel?"
I'll do it, if you promise to stay just like that," he
aid, pointing at her exposed breasts.
"Why should I cover up, Chuck. If everything goes
right, you're going to be seeing a lot more of me than my
tits."
Chuck practically ran to the diving board, grabbed up
their towels, and started back toward her. Then he stopped,
slipped his hand inside his trunks and lifted his cock from
its position, pointing down his leg, so it was pointing hard
and straight up flat along his belly.
"Ohhh, Chuck, your friend, old one-eye looks beautiful.
But, he's so big!"
Chuck sauntered back to her, obviously enjoying her
compliment. "He's not so big... more like the long side of
average I guess," he laughed, slipping the towel over her
shoulders. "There, that should help you get warm. And I'm
ready to help if the towel isn't enough."
"C'mon, Chucky, I'm sure the towel will be fine for
now. I'm going to get you all warmed up first. Then you're
going to get me hot," she chuckled, taking his hand, and
leading toward the door to the lady's locker room.
They got to the door, and Chuck hesitated. "I'm not
going in there!"
"You don't expect me to go in the men's room do you?
With those funny things hanging on the wall for you guy's to
piss in. You know, you guys are lucky. When you want to
piss you can just whip it out and pee against the wall. You
don't have to lock yourself in a cubicle, get half
undressed, and take forever. Pretty neat fella, neat quick
and efficient."
Chuck started to laugh. "I'd never thought about it
like that. But I still don't like the idea of being in the
women's locker room."
"Alright then. We'll use the men's,"
His resistance eased, and let himself be led through
the door, into the men's locker room.
Angela grabbed a few fresh towels from the pile just
inside the door, and rummaged in a cabinet for a few
minutes. Then she spread three of the towels, one on top of
the other on one of the benches between the rows of expanded
metal lockers. "Chucky, I want you to lie down on the
bench."
He started to lie on his back, and he interrupted him.
"Not on your back, silly. On your stomach. And take off
those soppy trunks, before you get the towels all wet.'
Chuck turned away from her, and slipped the wet suit
down over his hips, letting it fall to the floor with a
soggy plop. Then he quickly flopped himself face down on
the bench. As she watched, he reached under himself for a
second or two. Angela was sure he was adjusting his cock.
Find a comfortable position for it. Then he moved his eyes
and looked up at her.
Angela knew the moment of truth had arrived, and she'd
already made up her mind about what she was going to do
next. Very deliberately, she slipped her right hand under
the narrow strap over her left shoulder. She pushed it
down, and pulled her left arm through and repeated the same
moves with the right hand strap. Then she gripped the suit
on either side, and peeled it down her lithe body in on
quick motion. She'd concentrated on Chuck's eyes while
she'd stripped off the suit. Watching them change from
interest to disbelief as she stood there, naked in front of
him. He started to lift himself up, but she pushed him back
down, flat on the bench. Then, just to tease him a little
more, she deliberately fluffed her public hair. "You know,
Chucky, the crotch of that damned suit was so tight it
mashed all by little hairs flat. Do you know it slipped in
between my pussy lips a couple of times?"
She was enjoying his arousal. She could see it growing
in his eyes, and knew his cock was hard and aching, pressed
as it was between his belly and the hard wooden bench.
She had to try it. Just to see his reaction. "Excuse
me for a second, Chuck. I've got to piss." She walked over
to the wall hung urinal, spread her legs to straddle it,
arched her back, throwing her pelvis forward and released
the golden liquid into the water filled porcelain fixture.
When she finished, Angela snapped her pelvis back and forth,
and twitched rapidly side to side, shaking off the last few
clinging droplets.
"Wow," she exclaimed, That's neat! You guys have it
made," as she walked back to Chuck. Fully aware that Chuck
had watched the whole thing.
Kneeling beside the bench, Angela poured a little oil
into her palm, and let it warm briefly, then she started
rubbing his shoulders, pressing hard with her fingers,
feeling the muscles tighten and then starting to relax.
Chuck groaned, "Ohhh Angie. Where did you learn to do
that? It feels so good."
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Angela answered with a
smirk in her voice. "Well, seriously, I always give Daddy a
backrub when he gets home from the office."
"Not dressed like that I'll bet," Chuck responded.
"That's for me to know, and you to try and find out,"
she answered, applying more pressure to the muscles on both
sides of his spine.
Angela continued to knead Chuck's back and shoulders,
as he began to relax, and enjoy the sensations her palms and
fingers delivered. The locker room was silent, except for
the sounds of their ragged breathing, and the drip of water,
splashing onto the cold tile floor from a leaky shower head.
Angela warmed a bit more oil in her and and moved down to
Chuck's legs.
She began using long smooth strokes. Beginning at his
ankle and then gliding up the inner and outer surfaces of
his leg, until the swell of his buttocks stopped her forward
motion. The she reversed her direction, applied more
pressure and her hands glided back to his ankle. She added
more oil. This time squirting it directly from the bottle
onto the back of his leg in a long shiny line.
As she continued her long strokes, using mostly her
fingertips, her thumbs picked up the oil and spread it
uniformly up and down his leg, until the entire appendage
glistened.
When she'd felt the tension drain from his lower body,
she switched legs and began the long soothing strokes and
the application of more oil, until from the absolute top of
his thighs to his ankles Chuck's body shimmered. Throughout
the stroking she kept up a husky voiced patter, that helped
Chuck relax, and gave her a tremendous feel of power.
"How's that, Chucky?"
"Feels great," he muttered.
"I'll bet you didn't know how tight you were?"
"Mmmmmmm nnnoo, I sure didn't," he responded dreamily.
She knew she had him, when his legs were relaxed, and a
movement of her hand on the back of his thighs, made his
entire upper leg wiggle gently.
Her hands were warmed, and he was relaxed. She knew
that by now he was almost asleep. So relaxed, she was sure
he'd gone soft on her. She knew what she wanted, and was
determined to get it. Putting one hand on the inner surface
of each of his legs, she began a coordinated long stroke
that took her hands from his calves all the way up... until
they met. Her fingertips contacted his scrotum, and he
jumped. But just from the pleasant surprise.
Slowly, she moved his legs off the bench, and lowered
his knees to the floor. She warmed a larger quantity of
oil, and then began massaging his buttocks.
"How's that, Baby?" She asked.
"Wonderful... Nobody's ever done that before."
Paying particular attention to the cleft between them,
she dipped just the ends of her fingers into his tight
asshole. "Whaa... What are you doing? Chuck
exclaimed.
What's the matter? Don't you like it?"
"I didn't say I didn't like it. It's.. It's just that
you surprised me, Angie... That's all.
She moved her hands down and massaging each of his balls
individually. As she watched him arch his back, and heard
him begin to groan, she knew he wasn't soft anymore.
"Okay, Chucky. Time to do the other side," she said.
Chuck gathered himself, stood and lay back down on the
bench face up. His face was flushed, and his erection
looked angry and dark, as his cock rigidly aimed at his
navel.
Angela moved around the bench, until she was standing
above his head. She splashed oil into her hands, rubbing
them together to warm it, and watched his eyes. The moved
from her crotch to her tits, back to her crotch, locked
there for a moment and looked up into her eyes, and then
returned to the velvet folds.
She bent forward and put one hand on each side of his
chest. The slowly, rubbing a circular motion, moved down
his chest onto his belly, bringing her hands together, she
stopped as her thumbs made contact with the base of his
penis. Bent forward her pussy was just above Chuck's face,
and as she started to slide her fingers back up his torso,
she felt his hands make contact with the inside of both
thighs.
"Ohh no you don't," she laughed. "You just lie there
and look all you want. But don't touch. Understand?"
His hands remained where they were. In fact she was
sure they were starting to inch up toward her crotch.
"If you don't quit that and lie still I'm going to stop
right now. Then you can take me home and wonder what you
missed out on. Okay?"
The hands reluctantly were withdrawn from her legs.
She added more oil, and began working her way down his
chest. As her fingers dropped below his ribs, she felt his
hands on her boobs.
"I thought you were an adult, Chuck. That you could
wait. Otherwise I would never have started this, y'know."
"I'm sorry." he said. "It's just that you're so God
damned beautiful, I don't know if I can keep my hands off
you.... or for how long?"
"Just relax and enjoy the massage, Honey. You're going
to get to touch me anywhere... everywhere you ant to in just
a little while. Think about that. Maybe it'll help you
keep control of yourself."
With that, Angela moved from the head of the bench and
took up a position near his hips. She squirted more oil on
the front of his legs, and began the long slow stroking.
From the top of his thighs to his ankles, her fingers made
trip after trip. Sometime applying pressure - relaxing and
soothing. At other times barely touching. Teasing him.
She watched, as his cock seemed to swell and quiver
during a teasing session. As her hands swept upward they
didn't stop. They continued up until they were firmly
wrapped around his prick, alternately moving from the base
of his cock, up the shaft, and finally enveloping the head.
"Ohhh, Angie!" He groaned. If you keep that up I'm
going to come all over you."
She stopped the stroking, and dropped a thumb and
forefinger to the base of his cock, squeezing it hard.
"We can't have you coming yet. Now can we?" she giggled.
"All right now?"
Chuck nodded. "Yeah.. that's better."
"Well I promised you a turn didn't I?" she asked
teasingly. "Why don't you get up and I'll lie down."
Chuck almost leaped up and Angela sat on the bench,
looking at his rampant cock that was virtually at her
eye level. She reached up her hand. Cradled it in her palm
and looked up at Chuck. "Well, how do you want me? On my
back or my stomach?"
Chuck gaped at her for a seconds and stammered, O-o-on
you stomach I guess. A-a-at least to start with."
Angela stretched out on the towel covered bench, still
warm from Chuck's body, in a feline motion. Her head was
turned toward Chuck, and her arms dangled limply to the
floor. Her legs were close together at first, but as Chuck
fumbled with the oil container, she spread them as far as
the bench would allow, breathing deeply, relaxing.
Preparing herself.
Angela knew that if Mark continued to arouse her
she was going to climax, but she didn't care. The things he
was doing to her, and letting her remember had her all warm
and quivery inside. It had been a long, long time since she
had felt pressured or somehow forced. It as was almost like
she was in control..... like she had been with Chuck.......
Chuck tried to follow the same sequence she had used.
He knelt beside the bench, and began running his hands over
her shoulders.
"Rub me harder Chuck.... I won't break," she murmured.
"Ohh, that's better.... that's better. Now use a little
more oil, you don't want to peel my skin off, do you?"
Chuck paused, and squirted a very generous line of oil
from the base of her neck, all the way down her back. She
was sure he gave the bottle an extra squeeze, just before he
stopped at the base of her spine. 'Oh, yes she thought, he
really did. I can feel it slowly sliding down the crack of
my ass.'
Chuck continued to massage her back, covering all the
places, but she could tell his heart wasn't in it. There
was something about his touch that was almost perfunctory.
Like her back was a preliminary... Something he had to get
through before he got to the main event.
"Chucky, take your time... I'm not going to run away.
My back and shoulders get just as tight as yours do,
Baby.... Make them relax.... Please.... I promise, I'll
make it worth your while..."
She felt the strokes changes, as Chuck seemed to get
into the massage a little more. She groaned, when he went
back to work on the tops of her shoulders, pulling and
stretching, making the muscles relax.
Chuck moved down below her waist, where Angela couldn't
see him, so her other senses went into overdrive. She
thought to herself, 'Well, is he going to finish the rub
down, or go straight for my cunt?'
Chuck dutifully followed Angie's lead, and spread oil
up and down her legs, from her ankles to her hip bones.
Then, he squirted some more at the base of her spine.
Angela shivered as she felt it follow the first squirt,
slowly dripping down over her ass hole, and collecting in
her pussy, soaking the towel beneath her.
She felt the difference in Chuck's strokes almost as
soon as he started working on her legs. His fingers felt
strong and in control as the kneaded and relaxed the muscles
in her calves and thighs.
"Ohhh, Chucky... That really feels good....," she
mumbled, caught up in the sensations moving through her
body.
As his fingers began to travel higher, she felt the
glow start, deep in her belly, rapidly warming her whole
pelvis.
His fingers were squeezing the long smooth fibers of
her inner thighs, moving up higher and higher. She felt
them just touch a few hairs, and she flooded her pussy.
Chuck moved his attention higher, using both hands to
squeeze and tease each of her tight buttocks.
"Mmmmm... That's nice....," he said with a groan of
enjoyment.
It was inevitable. She wasn't sure if it was one of
his fingers or a thumb, but something slid over her tight
puckered rectum, and she shivered.
That was all the encouragement Chuck seemed to need.
Slowly and carefully, he moved her thighs wider, letting her
knees drop off the bench, until she was in the same position
he'd been in earlier. She felt him sit on the bench,
straddling it, and her legs, and was delighted, as his
slippery fingers began to move up and down the outer lips of
her vagina, lifting and separating, not missing an inch.
Occasionally, a finger would stray up, and glide over her
ass hole, and then continue it
s motion, down and around her
pussy.
Angela's hips began to arch, and his fingers found
their way into her. She could tell he was teasing, because
they didn't drive in, they just opened her, carefully and
gently, and then penetrated far enough for her to know that
he was in her.
"Okay, Angie.... Are you ready for me to relax your
other side?" Chuck chucked, deep in his throat. It was a
dirty laugh if she'd ever heard on.
Chuck stood up, to allow Angela to roll over. She
looked up at him and noticed how huge and hard his cock
looked. then see saw how flushed his face had become, since
the last time she'd looked at it, near the beginning of her
massage.
"Are you alright Chuck?" She asked, reaching for him.
His penis quivered in response to her touch, the tip shiny
with a light clear liquid.
"Yeah, I think so," he answered. "It just get real
hard to hold back... that's all>"
"Well, Chucky, you won't have to hold back much longer.
I promise."
"I hope not, my balls are really starting to hurt."
"Poor baby," she chuckled. "I guess I'm being mean,
making you wait so long."
"I'll be okay, Angie. Besides, I really like it when I
make you hot. I think I finally managed when I had my
fingers in you. Didn't I?"
"You sure did, Chucky. Are you sure you want to rub my
front?"
"You have to ask?", he groaned. "There's only one
thing I'd rather do right now than rub your front, and we
both know what that is.. Don't' we?"
Well, you better get started," Angela said huskily, as
she settled herself on her back on the bench. "I don't want
to be responsible for crippling you."
Chuck took up his position at the head of the bench,
oiled his palms, and rubbed them rapidly together, to warm
them. Leaning forward, he held each of her breasts, one in
either hand. He started by lightly brushing his palms
across her nipples, getting an immediate reaction, as they
became even more erect.
"Mmmmmmm... that's nice......," sighed Angela.
Carefully, but firmly, he held each breast, pulling up
toward her head, until the limit of their elasticity was
reached. Then he moved them in toward the center of her
body, then out, and finally, pushed them down.
"Ohhhh, Chuck, that's wonderful," she moaned.
He repeated the motions, moving the firm mounds of her
breasts in all four directions, as far as they would go,
holding them at the limits of their stretch, watching
Angela's face carefully
a little fearful that he was going
to hurt her.
"Judging from the look on your face, that feels pretty
good," commented Chuck.
"Oh, it does, Baby. It does. Just be careful when you
push down. We don't want them to sag, do we?"
Chuck retorted, "As firm as they are, Angie, they won't
be saggy for quite a while. But, just to be on the safe
side, I think I'll stop... for now."
Chuck slipped down beside her, dribbling oil all over
her stomach, watching her jump when the cold liquid hit her
skin. When she relaxed, he began gliding his hands gently
over the velvet skin. He pressed had, feeling the tight
bands of muscles under the skin of her flat stomach begin to
relax. Keeping on hand near her navel, the other traveled
down, finding the ropy cords at the top of her thigh, when
they met her abdomen.
She tensed as his had dropped into the valley between
her leg and her pussy, but then relaxed as his fingers
continued to ease the tension from her body.
Chuck to tell that the muscular tension was being
replaced by another kind of tension. He'd felt it building
in himself earlier, when Angie had been rubbing him there.
Moving toward her feet, he stopped about knee level,
and began to work on the kneecaps and the fronts of her
thighs. As his hands glided up and down her long slender
legs, he watched her hips begin to twitch slightly, as his
fingers neared her pussy at the top of each stroke.
"You doing alright?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. You should get a massage table
and go into business, Chuck"
"I might, if all my customers looked as great as you
do," he replied.
"I'd kill you if I knew you were doing this to anybody
else."
"Hey, it was your idea for me to go into the business."
I know, Chuck... Just promise you won't do this to
anybody under forty. And then only if they're fat," she
said dreamily.
"Just my luck," he giggled. "A naked lady on the table
in front of me, all ready and willing, and she's so fat I
can't tell which wrinkle is the one to attack."
"Chuck, that's gross." she said. "But it is pretty
funny."
Chuck continued to rub during the conversation, his
hand straying closer and closer to the lips of her pussy
with each stroke. He watched her hips rock, pushing her
pussy just a little toward his hand, as it got close.
'I guess it's time to get serious', he thought to
himself. He looked down and saw that her legs that had
started out straight and close together, and pulled up, so
there was a slight bend at the knee, and they had rolled
out, toward the sides of the bench as Angela got more and
more ready.
He straddled the bench below her feet, and lifted them
as he slid forward, lowering her legs to the top of his own
thighs. He continued to move up toward her, and her legs
bent more and more as he moved.
When he was close enough to easily massage her entire
pussy, her legs were bent almost double, and he felt them
pushing him closer. Angie was ready.
To keep the mood light, he reached forward, and fluffed
her public hair. It was full of oil, and as he fanned it
up, it almost glowed in the harsh light of the locker room.
"Angie, before we go any farther, I've got to know
something."
"Anything Chuck. Ask me anything," she moaned, trying
to pull him to her with her ankles.
"Angie, are you part indian?"
Her eyes, that had been closed snapped open. "Part
indian... What kind of question is that?"
"I'm serious, Angie. I think you must be part indian."
"What makes you say that," she asked. Starting to get
a little angry.
"Well, look at you down here. You must be part
Mohawk."
Angela lifted her head, and then let it fall back to
bench as she laughed, "Silly... I had to shave it like that
so I could wear that swimsuit. If I hadn't, most of my
pussy hair would have been outside the suit."
Continuing to massage the top of her pelvic bone, as he
fluffed her bush, Chuck said, "I think that would have
turned me on even more than the suit did, Angie."
"Well maybe it would have. But not more than see me
like this I'll bet."
"You're right about that, " Chuck replied, as he let
one hand trail off her mound, through the center of her
vagina.
"Ohhhhh! That's it Chuck. Do it! Do it!"
As Angela pulled him even closer, Chuck's hands were
busy gliding over the soft velvety folds of her pussy. As
Angela's pelvis began to rock, he got bolder. grasping each
of the outer lips, he pulled them to their limits, and
outward at the same time, opening her for closer inspection,
and more stimulation.
His fingers slipped inside, moving up and down along
the edges of her opening. As her hips began to thrust, he
placed his forefinger, already slick with oil at the center
of her open vagina, and pressed it in. There was a slight
resistance, from the band of muscles at the opening, but
after he pushed it past that minor obstruction, it glided
in, as Angela's inner muscles, squeezed and spasmed around
his digit.
"Ohhhhhhhh Chuuuuuck", Angela moaned. "Ohhhh, rub me
please."
He started to pull his finger out, when her hand press
on his, pushing him deeper.
"Use your other hand," she hissed.
Using her free hand, Angela held the top of her vagina
open for him, and guided his finger to her clitoris. "Right
there Chuck. Rub me please."
Not knowing what else to do in the situation, Chuck did
what Angela asked. He oiled up his finger in her glistening
pubes, and then began to move the end of his finger around
the tiny button of flesh.
Angela's reaction was instantaneous. She bucked her
hips even harder, sliding his finger in and out of her
creamy cunt. All Chuck had to do was hold that hand still,
and she finger-fucked herself, as he watched.
He stopped circling, and pressed down on the bud that
was getting larger and more erect as he watched. He rubbed
it harder with his finger tip, and felt the pulsations
inside her getting harder and closer together. He pressed
even harder, making his finger vibrate from side to side,
and Angela began to shriek.
"I'm comminggggg," she squealed. "Rub me harder, C-
Chuck, I'm comingggg!"
As he watched her hips thrust, he saw a flush start in
her chest and flow upper neck to her face. He saw the fine
sheen of sweat the erupted all over her oily skin, and he
felt her he vagina tighten down, again and again, as the
thick milky liquid flooded out, around and over his fingers.
When it was over, Chuck was little embarrassed but what
he'd witnessed. Angela was sagging back on the bench,
gasping, and he felt his own breathing start to return to
normal.
"Are you alright, Angie?" he asked.
"Oh yes, Chuck. Oh yes. I'm more than alright.. I'm
wonderful! she replied. "That's the first time for me," she
giggled. "My very first time... and you're responsible.
Oh, Chuck... I'm so happy! Thank you."
"Well if you're sure," Chuck felt like getting out of
there, but he didn't think he could zip his pants over his
throbbing erection.
Angela, still glowing walked over to the door, and
picked up a huge stack of towels. She carried them back to
the bench and began opening them, stacking them in a square
on the hard tile floor.
"Chuck, you were wonderful," she said, as she continued
unfolding and laying out the towels. "You could have tried
to rush.... To make it good for you.... But if you had it
wouldn't have been near so good for me. Thank you." She
reached over and kissed him gently on the lips.
Without another word, she lay back on the pad,
beckoning for him to take his place between her legs.
Chuck moved into position, kneeling with his rocklike
erection positioned slightly above Angela's musky vagina.
Angela reached for him, holding him just behind the head,
positioning him, as he moved down, driving his cock into
her.
"Slowly, Chuck... slowly," she coached. "Your cock is
a lot bigger than your finger."
Chuck paused. He felt her pussy relax, expanding to
accommodate him, but still hot and tight.
"Now, Bay, pull back a little and push in again."
He did. Sliding deeper. He repeated the action, until
after about five ties he was fully in her.
"Oh, Chuck," she whispered. "You feel so good. You've
really filled me up, y'know."
"Oh, God you're good, Angie," he moaned.
"Well, you're in there, Chuck. You've wanted it for a
long time haven't you."
"Since before we started going out Angie. You're
right, I've wanted you for a long time."
"Well, fuck me then, Silly."
Angela felt Chuck's penis begin to slide out, and then
in. He pumped faster and faster. She looked up and saw him
grit his teeth, looking like he was in pain, but she knew
better.
He was crashing into he now. Each stroke pounding his
pelvis into her mound. She concentrated, and felt his balls
slap against her ass a split second after he crashed to a
stop. She concentrated, savoring all of the sensations that
were flooding over her, racing to her brain from the
friction Chuck's cock was generating.
She knew it had to be friction, she felt like she was
on fire, she felt the muscles in he stomach ripple, as Chuck
pounded away, and then she started to tingle, deep inside.
"Ohhh, Chuck... Don't stop. Do it harder Chuck..
Harder.
The tingling grew until every nerve in her body was
centered in her cunt and clit. The tension continued to
grow, until the wave broke over her, nearly drowning her in
the pleasure she was feeling.
"Ooooooooooohhhh," she shrieked.
Chuck felt her come, but the congestion from being so
hard for so long held him back. Somehow, he knew he had to
keep fucking her. His breathing was starting to get ragged,
and his hips and legs were starting to give out, when he
felt the pressure begin to build in his balls. He slammed
into her harder and faster as the pressure built. He felt
it coming, closer and closer until he was hang right on the
edge.
Angela, reached down, between then, and cupped his
balls, as the swung free, trailing the action of his hips.
That was all it took. Just the touch of her hand. He
felt the dam break, and the gush of sperm as his his balls
tightened, blasting deep into Angela's waiting pussy.
Even after he'd flooded he, he kept moving slowly,
smiling down at her, until she said, "I thinks that's enough
for both of us tonight. Besides, aren't we going out
tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?" Chuck asked in
a dazed voice.
"I said that's enough for now. Especially if we're
going out tomorrow."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, Silly... Since we're going out tomorrow and
we've figured out how to do it, I don't want you to be too
tired to do me again. That's what I mean."
"Well, Angie, since you put it like that. Maybe we
should get cleaned up and get out of here."
Regretfully, Chuck withdrew, and rolled to his side.
He held her comfortably, and she ran her hands over his limp
cock. "Hey, Angie. How are we going to get all this oil
off?"
"Last one in the pool's a rotten egg," she laughed
getting up and starting to run for the door.
