Wicked Wanda
10-24-2003, 04:06 PM
I am not going to defend my life, just tell about it. So here it is.
One Sunday night...
I stopped swimming and rolled onto my back, floating, resting, looking up at the night sky. Just inky blackness. The late night lights of the Vieux Carre, (our local name for the French Quarter) were just bright enough to blot out the stars. Sighing, I rolled over onto my stomach and began to swim again with my usual crawl.
So far I had swum 17 laps of the small dark, deserted hotel pool. Tired, hurt, and frustrated with an important part of my personal life, I desperately wanted to relax, to exhaust myself in the pool. I needed to do something tonight to work out my pent-up feelings and frustrations, something that did not involve dressing sluttily and going to a bar or dance club for a quick pick -up an and anonymous fuck or blow job or getting eaten out in the back seat of a car... So I was swimming.
I loved the way the cold water felt as it flowed over my skin on the sultry New Orleans night. It cooled me and stimulated me simultaneously. My nipples had reacted to the cold water by becoming almost painfully tight and puckered.
I reached the end of the pool and paused, looking back the way I had come just as a dark silhouette entered the pool at the far end and swam towards me.
Shit!! This was not good. At least it wasn't likely to be a hotel worker or a security guard.
The silhouette swam over to me. I stopped swimming and stood tiptoe, letting the pool hide me from the shoulders down. I could only hope whoever it was had not noticed I was swimming bare- assed naked in a hotel pool at 11:45 on a Sunday night!
I am a water baby. I truly love water. I love baths, showers, pools, fountains, beaches, lakes and rivers. The feel of water on my body is a huge turn-on for me. Sometimes just thinking about playing in water sexually arouses me. I am also an exhibitionist.
So when I feet like a late-night swim, I put on a long t-shirt and flip-flops or sandals and walk to one of the nearer Vieux Carre hotels for a private skinny dip. I had learned to carry a small towel in one of my larger purses so I could dry myself reasonably well leaving. This avoided a traveling wet-shirt show as I walked home.
So far I had been caught only eight times out of at least a hundred. Five times with someone, and three times alone. When a date and I had snuck into the pool or hot tub together we had usually been too involved in what we were doing to one another to notice we had been spotted. Usually a clerk or security guard, (after getting a leisurely eyeful) would just ask us to stop, dress, and leave, but twice we had been forced into a half-panicked giggling escape, dressing on the run. When I been caught swimming naked alone, twice I had stood naked, dripping on the cement surface next to the pool while a burley security guard had ogled me and made me promise never to do it again. He would then wait for me to dress, then escort me from the premises. Once though, I had grabbed my things, then ran naked through the hotel and into an elevator, dressing on the way up, then snuck out out through the attached parking garage in a soaking wet T shirt that left far too little to my imagination.
It had been fun, and had made me horny.
The silhouette swam up to me and stopped, treading water unnecessarily in the shallow water. He was a young man, smiling broadly.
"Hi there!" He looked and sounded to be about 19 or so.
"Hi yourself" "Damn, Wanda" I thought to myself sarcastically "that was a clever answer"
"Swimming?" he asked. At least he was looking more or less at my face and not my boobs!
"Thank God!" I thought to myself " He is a bigger idiot than I am!!!"
Resisting the impulse to reply with a sarcastic reply, I instead introduced myself, asked him his name, and where he was from.
"Chuck" was here with his best friend "Derrick" and his family. The two new high school grads from Mississippi were visiting a local university, and were to tour the campus the next morning. Derrick's parents were resting in their suite, and the two young men were wandering around the hotel. As Chuck floated closer, he brushed against me. I looked down and realized immediately he had indeed seen my bare behind in the pool, because he was also naked, and a certain part of him was sticking out quite a ways, and had just brushed my thigh. I moved back a a little and engaged him in conversation, mostly mindless small talk, while trying to plan my escape.
Without my realizing it, we had slowly moved closer to the edge of the pool. He reached out one hand to grip the edge of the pool, steadying himself, and I was was suddenly in a near embrace with him, nestled in the curve of his arm, my bare thighs brushing his, my nipples only inches from his chest, and the soft hardness of his now very erect penis brushing randomly against my thighs and my stomach, where it made the muscles there twitch and jump. Involuntarily I shivered, and he voiced concern I was getting cold.
Seeing my way out, I agreed, and suddenly instead of wishing me goodnight, he was inviting me to come join him and Derrick, who was in a hot tub just behind a short fence next to the pool!
"Hot tub?" I quavered.
"Yes, a nice little one all warmed up."
"Perfect" I thought to myself. "Jumping from the frying pan into the fire"
"Come on and meet Derrick, he 's a little shy, but really a nice guy. He hasn't been out much with girls. He spends all his time studying, wants to be a doctor" Chuck took my hand, and led me to the nearest steps. At least his rampant erection seemed to have subsided.
He led the way out of the pool, stopping at the edge to watch me as I climbed the steps, slowly looking me over from feet to breasts. I pretended not to notice as his cock began to twitch and grow again
I walked over to the Jacuzzi where I was introduced to Derrick. Derrick was a short skinny young man with a bad haircut. I was sure without even seeing them that he wore glasses. He was sitting back in one of the molded seats of the tub, and I was very happy to see in the dim light the shadow of swimming trunks around his waist.
He stared open mouthed at my body as I settled into the hot bubbling water. I was glad at first that the hotel management had let the water level get too low, so low that for once I was sitting only chest deep water and not up to my neck in bubbles. The bad side to this was that my breasts now bobbled happily in the swirling water, my red nipples on display.
We chatted about all kinds of things for a while. Derrick kept calling his friend Chuckie rather than Chuck, not noticing the dangerous looks he got from his friend every time he did. I smiled and answered their questions without actually saying much. I had decided to pretend I was also a tourist staying at the hotel. I carefully avoided mentioning my last name or my room number.
Chuck was obviously the more sexually experienced, or at least the braver of the two. Very casually he had slowly moved closer to me until he was sitting right next to me, the skin of his bare thigh only millimeters away from mine. The hairs on his legs, swaying to and fro in the jets, would occasionally brush my skin, sending interesting little shocks into me, and straight to my middle. I sighed. Sometimes I hated being me, possessed of the sexual disposition of a female pirhana in heat.
I shifted slightly on the hard plastic seat, and my leg touched his. I felt a pleasant warm sensation in my leg, which began to feel oddly swollen. This feeling traveled up my thigh and to my pussy, which sent out its' own special little signals to my now lust addled brain. I sighed, and realized that I was quickly running out of choices. Either I decided to stay and play with these two, or go home immediately and hoped the batteries in my vibrator were still good, or go insane. The only other choice was to go home, bathe, dress, and go to a bar. On a Sunday night at one- thirty AM by the time I would get there.
So I bowed to the inevitable, and kissed Chuckie. He was shocked as I simply slithered into his lap and straddled his thighs. I felt his nice hard cock swaying in the water, brushing the skin of my tummy. I curled an arm around his neck and pulled his face to mine. As I opened my mouth and teased his lips with my tongue, I reached between us and curled my fingers around his erection.
"Ohhhhh shittt.." was all he said before I invaded his mouth with my tongue. I stroked him gently, not too briskly, as kissed him hard, then I switched and lured his tongue into my mouth where I could suck on it. His hands were all over me, the blood in my veins began to boil as he alternately cupped my ass, my breasts, and finally touched my pussy. I moaned involuntarily as he accidentally found my clitoris. This encouraged him and he soon had one hand mauling my right breast, the other attempting to penetrate me. I broke our kiss for a minute, grabbed his hand, and put it where I wanted it, two fingers flat on my clitoris, then showed him how to move his hand in tight little circles. I shuddered as he found my rhythm, then turned to look at his friend Derrick, who was staring at our little scene with his mouth wide open, his thin hair plastered to his forehead. He hastily looked away, embarrassed at having been caught as a voyeur.
"Oh well," I thought to myself. "In for a penny..."
I kissed Chuckie, and slid off his lap and back to my original position, but with Chuckies' cock still firmly held in my hand, a nice, slow rhythm keeping him content for now.
I smiled at his friend, and reached out to to take his hand, and pull him closer. At first Derrick resisted, but his hormones quickly took over, and he moved next to me. Now I wished he had not had his suit on. I reached down with my right hand and traced the outline of a very nice erection through the material of his swim suit. I felt his shudder just before he let loose a long sigh and closed his eyes.
With my left hand wrapped around Chuck(ie)'s cock, I stroked him slowly, while my right hand played with Derrick's erection through the material of his swimsuit. He had his eyes closed, his hands floated at his sides, not quite brushing my right breast. Chuckie suddenly felt aggressive, spreading his legs further apart, placing his right leg over my thigh, his hand lightly caressing my leg, then my breast. I bit my lip to avoid moaning as he reached up and gently fondled my breast, his finger tip lingering on my tight nipple. I released his cock and without a word, removed his hand from my breast, placing it on his own thigh, then resumed stroking him. Derrick struggled with the tie on his suit, until finally it was loose. His erection made a small tent in his suit, pulling the band away from his waist. I moved my hand to his stomach, stifling a giggle as I felt his stomach muscles clench spasmodically at my touch, and slid my hand into his suit. He moaned as I curled my fingers around his erect penis and began to stroke him inside his suit.
Meanwhile Chuck's hand had started exploring my thigh again, his breathing was becoming erratic, his hips began to thrust forward slightly. His fingers found my pussy, and he began to move them in the fast tight little circle directly on my clitoris exactly as I had shown him, the way that sent my mind reeling. I moaned, and then he was moaning in response, his hips thrusting, his finger finally penetrating my pussy. He moaned again, more loudly, and "I'm coming" blurted out. I felt each pulse of semen travel the length of his cock as I stroked him, milking him. I felt threads of it brush my wrist as he writhed.
Finally he shuddered, and relaxed, pulling his hand from my wanting pussy. I bit my lip to stifle a moan of frustration. He sighed, closing his eyes. I let go of him, turning to Derrick.
He looked terrible, pale, sweating, eyes glassy. I realized he was becoming sick, getting over -heated in the hot water. I stopped stroking him and stood up in the hot tub. I helped him stand and then sit up on the edge of the hot tub to cool off, while I pulled his suit down around his knees and then off. I watched for a minute or two to make sure he wasn't going to pass out, or worse, throw up directly on me. He seemed ok, and his cock was still rampant. Now standing exposed in the roiling hot tub water, I resumed my stroking of his now free penis, using both hands, moving in close so I was between his legs, letting him play with my breasts as I performed my two -handed stroke, caressing his scrotum and cock simultaneously as I teased him closer to orgasm. I felt Chuckie move close behind me. He had recovered from his petit mort, and was very interested in what was happening. I have come to appreciate the energy and the sometimes amazingly short recovery time of young men.
The still turned -on Chuckie began to play with my body, running his hands over my back and thighs, quite expertly playing with my oh so sensitive bottom. I sighed, and leaned forward to kiss Derrick, praying my assessment that he was NOT about to throw up was accurate. Derrick was scared to death, and at first just pressed his lips to mine. I had to get aggressive pushing my tongue into his mouth at the very instant Chuckie found my clitoris again. I sighed, and then moaned into Derrick's mouth. He shook like a leaf. He was so excited I half expected him to blow up in my hand any second. I slowed my stroking a bit, prolonging his pleasure. I hoped he would remember me fondly as he got older.
Chuckie kept one hand wandering over my back and thighs, teasing my bottom, as he reversed his other hand and felt for my pussy. I gasped as he found what he wanted, his finger slipping into me. I ground my hips back against him, encouraging him with pure lust. He slipped another finger into me, and I cried out against Derricks' mouth.
I realized with surprise I was about to have a monumental orgasm!!!!
With Derrick's hands on my breasts, and Chuckies' fingers inside me, his free hand slowly stroking my back and ass and teasing my anus, I was rapidly approaching an explosion of my own!
When I get close to cumming, I tend to loose the power of coherent speech. I am told there are a lot of moans, cries, sighs, and even a few squeaks as the magic moment nears. But I also know that I am prone to saying witty things like " Oh God fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard". I knew, dimly, as the wave rose up inside me, that if I uttered those words, Chuckie would have his now revived hard cock inside my twat in about two seconds. But I had to do something, as I was about to cum like a screaming witch. As the hot wave of my orgasm swept over me, I couldn't have prevented what I did next if I wanted too. I leaned forward and took Derrick's cock deeply, fully into my throat, sucking him hard, teasing, moving my tongue over the sensitive skin of the head. My hands continued stroking him, one hand moving the shaft of his cock, the other lightly milking his testicles.
Derrick cried out as he orgasmed, and I swear the first blast of cum shot out and went straight to the floor of my stomach. I sucked and stoked, moving my hand in a milking motion as I pressed that magic spot just were his scrotum joins his body. He shuddered, and filled my mouth again. My own orgasm overtook me, and my memory of the next minute is a hot blur of my swallowing Derrick's cum as Chuckies' fingers moved in and out of my spasming pussy. I shuddered and moaned and cried, all muffled by the spurting cock in my mouth, shooting delicious cum down my throat. I kept swallowing until there was no more. My own orgasm finally passed, and feeling light headed, I let Derrick's cock out of my mouth with a wet "plop". I felt dizzy. I pushed back against Chuckies' strong body. He held me up in the hot water, his fingers still moving slowly inside me as my shudders slowly tapered off. I leaned forward and rested my head on Derricks' thigh his softening cock against my cheek.
Chuckie pulled his hand from between my legs, and I moaned again, softly. He moved, and I realized he was hoping to replace his fingers with his cock. I stood up straight, leaned forward to kiss Derrick but he wouldn't kiss me... too squeamish to kiss a girl in whose mouth he had just ejaculated, I guess. I settled for pecking him on the cheek, and turned back to the ever -ready Chuckie.
I pushed him gently back to a seated position and straddled him, my back to his chest. I leaned back and kissed his neck. He picked me up, and tried to sit me down on his cock, impaling me, but I wasn't about to let a strange penis inside this little girl's pussy without a condom on, no ma'am!!
Instead I sat back down on his thighs and leaning forward slightly, slid back until his erection was firmly pressed against my ass. I reached back, and spreading myself a little, I wedged him safely between between the cheeks of my ass. I moved up and down, my hand traveling back between us to fondle him. He reached around and took a breast in each hand and began squeezing and kneading them. I concentrated on stimulating him so he would come quickly, and I could again try to steal away home. Derrick was leaning back, his cock wilted, his eyes half open, watching us without his previous embarrassment. I guess your first blow job will do that for you, anyway...
I played with Chuckies' cock until it started to get a tad uncomfortable rubbing up and down between my cheeks like that. Hot tub water is not a good lubricant, and I was feeling overheated. So I stood, turning around and offering him my right nipple to kiss and suck on, as I gave him my best two -handed hand -job. He responded well to this, and as he was about to cum again I pulled him to a standing postion, straightened up, until his cock nestled against my breasts, then proceeded to lick his cock -head until he came for the second time, covering my small breasts with his semen.
He sat back in the water, exhausted. I quickly climbed out, gathered my things and, without another word, left them in the hot tub. I pulled my t-shirt on as I walked to the gate. It stuck to my breasts where Chuckies' cum covered me.
I managed the walk home with only about a dozen catcalls, and one quick duck into a doorway to avoid two men walking down Chartres who gave me the shivers.
I got home safely, quickly stripped, and took a long luxurious hot shower. As I carefully patted my skin dry, I felt a tingle between by legs. Rubbing lightly with the towel made it worse. I looked at the clock on the vanity, next to this morning's lipstick tube. 12:40AM.
I made it to the bar by 1:20.
August, 2003.
One Sunday night...
I stopped swimming and rolled onto my back, floating, resting, looking up at the night sky. Just inky blackness. The late night lights of the Vieux Carre, (our local name for the French Quarter) were just bright enough to blot out the stars. Sighing, I rolled over onto my stomach and began to swim again with my usual crawl.
So far I had swum 17 laps of the small dark, deserted hotel pool. Tired, hurt, and frustrated with an important part of my personal life, I desperately wanted to relax, to exhaust myself in the pool. I needed to do something tonight to work out my pent-up feelings and frustrations, something that did not involve dressing sluttily and going to a bar or dance club for a quick pick -up an and anonymous fuck or blow job or getting eaten out in the back seat of a car... So I was swimming.
I loved the way the cold water felt as it flowed over my skin on the sultry New Orleans night. It cooled me and stimulated me simultaneously. My nipples had reacted to the cold water by becoming almost painfully tight and puckered.
I reached the end of the pool and paused, looking back the way I had come just as a dark silhouette entered the pool at the far end and swam towards me.
Shit!! This was not good. At least it wasn't likely to be a hotel worker or a security guard.
The silhouette swam over to me. I stopped swimming and stood tiptoe, letting the pool hide me from the shoulders down. I could only hope whoever it was had not noticed I was swimming bare- assed naked in a hotel pool at 11:45 on a Sunday night!
I am a water baby. I truly love water. I love baths, showers, pools, fountains, beaches, lakes and rivers. The feel of water on my body is a huge turn-on for me. Sometimes just thinking about playing in water sexually arouses me. I am also an exhibitionist.
So when I feet like a late-night swim, I put on a long t-shirt and flip-flops or sandals and walk to one of the nearer Vieux Carre hotels for a private skinny dip. I had learned to carry a small towel in one of my larger purses so I could dry myself reasonably well leaving. This avoided a traveling wet-shirt show as I walked home.
So far I had been caught only eight times out of at least a hundred. Five times with someone, and three times alone. When a date and I had snuck into the pool or hot tub together we had usually been too involved in what we were doing to one another to notice we had been spotted. Usually a clerk or security guard, (after getting a leisurely eyeful) would just ask us to stop, dress, and leave, but twice we had been forced into a half-panicked giggling escape, dressing on the run. When I been caught swimming naked alone, twice I had stood naked, dripping on the cement surface next to the pool while a burley security guard had ogled me and made me promise never to do it again. He would then wait for me to dress, then escort me from the premises. Once though, I had grabbed my things, then ran naked through the hotel and into an elevator, dressing on the way up, then snuck out out through the attached parking garage in a soaking wet T shirt that left far too little to my imagination.
It had been fun, and had made me horny.
The silhouette swam up to me and stopped, treading water unnecessarily in the shallow water. He was a young man, smiling broadly.
"Hi there!" He looked and sounded to be about 19 or so.
"Hi yourself" "Damn, Wanda" I thought to myself sarcastically "that was a clever answer"
"Swimming?" he asked. At least he was looking more or less at my face and not my boobs!
"Thank God!" I thought to myself " He is a bigger idiot than I am!!!"
Resisting the impulse to reply with a sarcastic reply, I instead introduced myself, asked him his name, and where he was from.
"Chuck" was here with his best friend "Derrick" and his family. The two new high school grads from Mississippi were visiting a local university, and were to tour the campus the next morning. Derrick's parents were resting in their suite, and the two young men were wandering around the hotel. As Chuck floated closer, he brushed against me. I looked down and realized immediately he had indeed seen my bare behind in the pool, because he was also naked, and a certain part of him was sticking out quite a ways, and had just brushed my thigh. I moved back a a little and engaged him in conversation, mostly mindless small talk, while trying to plan my escape.
Without my realizing it, we had slowly moved closer to the edge of the pool. He reached out one hand to grip the edge of the pool, steadying himself, and I was was suddenly in a near embrace with him, nestled in the curve of his arm, my bare thighs brushing his, my nipples only inches from his chest, and the soft hardness of his now very erect penis brushing randomly against my thighs and my stomach, where it made the muscles there twitch and jump. Involuntarily I shivered, and he voiced concern I was getting cold.
Seeing my way out, I agreed, and suddenly instead of wishing me goodnight, he was inviting me to come join him and Derrick, who was in a hot tub just behind a short fence next to the pool!
"Hot tub?" I quavered.
"Yes, a nice little one all warmed up."
"Perfect" I thought to myself. "Jumping from the frying pan into the fire"
"Come on and meet Derrick, he 's a little shy, but really a nice guy. He hasn't been out much with girls. He spends all his time studying, wants to be a doctor" Chuck took my hand, and led me to the nearest steps. At least his rampant erection seemed to have subsided.
He led the way out of the pool, stopping at the edge to watch me as I climbed the steps, slowly looking me over from feet to breasts. I pretended not to notice as his cock began to twitch and grow again
I walked over to the Jacuzzi where I was introduced to Derrick. Derrick was a short skinny young man with a bad haircut. I was sure without even seeing them that he wore glasses. He was sitting back in one of the molded seats of the tub, and I was very happy to see in the dim light the shadow of swimming trunks around his waist.
He stared open mouthed at my body as I settled into the hot bubbling water. I was glad at first that the hotel management had let the water level get too low, so low that for once I was sitting only chest deep water and not up to my neck in bubbles. The bad side to this was that my breasts now bobbled happily in the swirling water, my red nipples on display.
We chatted about all kinds of things for a while. Derrick kept calling his friend Chuckie rather than Chuck, not noticing the dangerous looks he got from his friend every time he did. I smiled and answered their questions without actually saying much. I had decided to pretend I was also a tourist staying at the hotel. I carefully avoided mentioning my last name or my room number.
Chuck was obviously the more sexually experienced, or at least the braver of the two. Very casually he had slowly moved closer to me until he was sitting right next to me, the skin of his bare thigh only millimeters away from mine. The hairs on his legs, swaying to and fro in the jets, would occasionally brush my skin, sending interesting little shocks into me, and straight to my middle. I sighed. Sometimes I hated being me, possessed of the sexual disposition of a female pirhana in heat.
I shifted slightly on the hard plastic seat, and my leg touched his. I felt a pleasant warm sensation in my leg, which began to feel oddly swollen. This feeling traveled up my thigh and to my pussy, which sent out its' own special little signals to my now lust addled brain. I sighed, and realized that I was quickly running out of choices. Either I decided to stay and play with these two, or go home immediately and hoped the batteries in my vibrator were still good, or go insane. The only other choice was to go home, bathe, dress, and go to a bar. On a Sunday night at one- thirty AM by the time I would get there.
So I bowed to the inevitable, and kissed Chuckie. He was shocked as I simply slithered into his lap and straddled his thighs. I felt his nice hard cock swaying in the water, brushing the skin of my tummy. I curled an arm around his neck and pulled his face to mine. As I opened my mouth and teased his lips with my tongue, I reached between us and curled my fingers around his erection.
"Ohhhhh shittt.." was all he said before I invaded his mouth with my tongue. I stroked him gently, not too briskly, as kissed him hard, then I switched and lured his tongue into my mouth where I could suck on it. His hands were all over me, the blood in my veins began to boil as he alternately cupped my ass, my breasts, and finally touched my pussy. I moaned involuntarily as he accidentally found my clitoris. This encouraged him and he soon had one hand mauling my right breast, the other attempting to penetrate me. I broke our kiss for a minute, grabbed his hand, and put it where I wanted it, two fingers flat on my clitoris, then showed him how to move his hand in tight little circles. I shuddered as he found my rhythm, then turned to look at his friend Derrick, who was staring at our little scene with his mouth wide open, his thin hair plastered to his forehead. He hastily looked away, embarrassed at having been caught as a voyeur.
"Oh well," I thought to myself. "In for a penny..."
I kissed Chuckie, and slid off his lap and back to my original position, but with Chuckies' cock still firmly held in my hand, a nice, slow rhythm keeping him content for now.
I smiled at his friend, and reached out to to take his hand, and pull him closer. At first Derrick resisted, but his hormones quickly took over, and he moved next to me. Now I wished he had not had his suit on. I reached down with my right hand and traced the outline of a very nice erection through the material of his swim suit. I felt his shudder just before he let loose a long sigh and closed his eyes.
With my left hand wrapped around Chuck(ie)'s cock, I stroked him slowly, while my right hand played with Derrick's erection through the material of his swimsuit. He had his eyes closed, his hands floated at his sides, not quite brushing my right breast. Chuckie suddenly felt aggressive, spreading his legs further apart, placing his right leg over my thigh, his hand lightly caressing my leg, then my breast. I bit my lip to avoid moaning as he reached up and gently fondled my breast, his finger tip lingering on my tight nipple. I released his cock and without a word, removed his hand from my breast, placing it on his own thigh, then resumed stroking him. Derrick struggled with the tie on his suit, until finally it was loose. His erection made a small tent in his suit, pulling the band away from his waist. I moved my hand to his stomach, stifling a giggle as I felt his stomach muscles clench spasmodically at my touch, and slid my hand into his suit. He moaned as I curled my fingers around his erect penis and began to stroke him inside his suit.
Meanwhile Chuck's hand had started exploring my thigh again, his breathing was becoming erratic, his hips began to thrust forward slightly. His fingers found my pussy, and he began to move them in the fast tight little circle directly on my clitoris exactly as I had shown him, the way that sent my mind reeling. I moaned, and then he was moaning in response, his hips thrusting, his finger finally penetrating my pussy. He moaned again, more loudly, and "I'm coming" blurted out. I felt each pulse of semen travel the length of his cock as I stroked him, milking him. I felt threads of it brush my wrist as he writhed.
Finally he shuddered, and relaxed, pulling his hand from my wanting pussy. I bit my lip to stifle a moan of frustration. He sighed, closing his eyes. I let go of him, turning to Derrick.
He looked terrible, pale, sweating, eyes glassy. I realized he was becoming sick, getting over -heated in the hot water. I stopped stroking him and stood up in the hot tub. I helped him stand and then sit up on the edge of the hot tub to cool off, while I pulled his suit down around his knees and then off. I watched for a minute or two to make sure he wasn't going to pass out, or worse, throw up directly on me. He seemed ok, and his cock was still rampant. Now standing exposed in the roiling hot tub water, I resumed my stroking of his now free penis, using both hands, moving in close so I was between his legs, letting him play with my breasts as I performed my two -handed stroke, caressing his scrotum and cock simultaneously as I teased him closer to orgasm. I felt Chuckie move close behind me. He had recovered from his petit mort, and was very interested in what was happening. I have come to appreciate the energy and the sometimes amazingly short recovery time of young men.
The still turned -on Chuckie began to play with my body, running his hands over my back and thighs, quite expertly playing with my oh so sensitive bottom. I sighed, and leaned forward to kiss Derrick, praying my assessment that he was NOT about to throw up was accurate. Derrick was scared to death, and at first just pressed his lips to mine. I had to get aggressive pushing my tongue into his mouth at the very instant Chuckie found my clitoris again. I sighed, and then moaned into Derrick's mouth. He shook like a leaf. He was so excited I half expected him to blow up in my hand any second. I slowed my stroking a bit, prolonging his pleasure. I hoped he would remember me fondly as he got older.
Chuckie kept one hand wandering over my back and thighs, teasing my bottom, as he reversed his other hand and felt for my pussy. I gasped as he found what he wanted, his finger slipping into me. I ground my hips back against him, encouraging him with pure lust. He slipped another finger into me, and I cried out against Derricks' mouth.
I realized with surprise I was about to have a monumental orgasm!!!!
With Derrick's hands on my breasts, and Chuckies' fingers inside me, his free hand slowly stroking my back and ass and teasing my anus, I was rapidly approaching an explosion of my own!
When I get close to cumming, I tend to loose the power of coherent speech. I am told there are a lot of moans, cries, sighs, and even a few squeaks as the magic moment nears. But I also know that I am prone to saying witty things like " Oh God fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard". I knew, dimly, as the wave rose up inside me, that if I uttered those words, Chuckie would have his now revived hard cock inside my twat in about two seconds. But I had to do something, as I was about to cum like a screaming witch. As the hot wave of my orgasm swept over me, I couldn't have prevented what I did next if I wanted too. I leaned forward and took Derrick's cock deeply, fully into my throat, sucking him hard, teasing, moving my tongue over the sensitive skin of the head. My hands continued stroking him, one hand moving the shaft of his cock, the other lightly milking his testicles.
Derrick cried out as he orgasmed, and I swear the first blast of cum shot out and went straight to the floor of my stomach. I sucked and stoked, moving my hand in a milking motion as I pressed that magic spot just were his scrotum joins his body. He shuddered, and filled my mouth again. My own orgasm overtook me, and my memory of the next minute is a hot blur of my swallowing Derrick's cum as Chuckies' fingers moved in and out of my spasming pussy. I shuddered and moaned and cried, all muffled by the spurting cock in my mouth, shooting delicious cum down my throat. I kept swallowing until there was no more. My own orgasm finally passed, and feeling light headed, I let Derrick's cock out of my mouth with a wet "plop". I felt dizzy. I pushed back against Chuckies' strong body. He held me up in the hot water, his fingers still moving slowly inside me as my shudders slowly tapered off. I leaned forward and rested my head on Derricks' thigh his softening cock against my cheek.
Chuckie pulled his hand from between my legs, and I moaned again, softly. He moved, and I realized he was hoping to replace his fingers with his cock. I stood up straight, leaned forward to kiss Derrick but he wouldn't kiss me... too squeamish to kiss a girl in whose mouth he had just ejaculated, I guess. I settled for pecking him on the cheek, and turned back to the ever -ready Chuckie.
I pushed him gently back to a seated position and straddled him, my back to his chest. I leaned back and kissed his neck. He picked me up, and tried to sit me down on his cock, impaling me, but I wasn't about to let a strange penis inside this little girl's pussy without a condom on, no ma'am!!
Instead I sat back down on his thighs and leaning forward slightly, slid back until his erection was firmly pressed against my ass. I reached back, and spreading myself a little, I wedged him safely between between the cheeks of my ass. I moved up and down, my hand traveling back between us to fondle him. He reached around and took a breast in each hand and began squeezing and kneading them. I concentrated on stimulating him so he would come quickly, and I could again try to steal away home. Derrick was leaning back, his cock wilted, his eyes half open, watching us without his previous embarrassment. I guess your first blow job will do that for you, anyway...
I played with Chuckies' cock until it started to get a tad uncomfortable rubbing up and down between my cheeks like that. Hot tub water is not a good lubricant, and I was feeling overheated. So I stood, turning around and offering him my right nipple to kiss and suck on, as I gave him my best two -handed hand -job. He responded well to this, and as he was about to cum again I pulled him to a standing postion, straightened up, until his cock nestled against my breasts, then proceeded to lick his cock -head until he came for the second time, covering my small breasts with his semen.
He sat back in the water, exhausted. I quickly climbed out, gathered my things and, without another word, left them in the hot tub. I pulled my t-shirt on as I walked to the gate. It stuck to my breasts where Chuckies' cum covered me.
I managed the walk home with only about a dozen catcalls, and one quick duck into a doorway to avoid two men walking down Chartres who gave me the shivers.
I got home safely, quickly stripped, and took a long luxurious hot shower. As I carefully patted my skin dry, I felt a tingle between by legs. Rubbing lightly with the towel made it worse. I looked at the clock on the vanity, next to this morning's lipstick tube. 12:40AM.
I made it to the bar by 1:20.
August, 2003.