Jerry and I wore looking forward to the long weekend alone. We’d left our small town six years ago and had only been back once or twice a year. Initially, it was to attend college and afterward we’d both landed jobs in the big city. About a year after our graduation, I ran into him at a wine bar and we hooked up. He seemed so different from the little I recalled of him in high school. The hook up led to more dates and not long after we were an “item.”
We had fun sharing books, learning new things from one another and engaging in adventures neither of us would have likely tried without the encouragement from the other. Our sex life sizzled from the start, but together we upped it several levels. It didn’t take long for Jerry to uncover my naughty submissive streak and use it for his own pleasure.
Now we were headed back to our dinky hometown in his baby—a goofy truck passed down from his grandfather that Jerry restored. It took him years, and something he poured his heart into. A 1950 Ford F47, V-8 three speed. He’d drilled that information into me over and over. It had a bench seat, he’d redone in leather and a stick shift. I should say, a modified stick shift. The V-8 was loud, rambled and the stick shift really shook.
When we left, I had on a nice floral summer dress, wanting to entice Jerry, I deliberately went braless. At a rest stop twenty miles back, Jerry insisted I remove my panties. I knew what he was up to. When he fixed his Lady up, as he called his rig, he modified the shifter. When engaged in its top gear, the handle protruded halfway into the bench seat, and sat just a few inches above the seat. It was perfectly positioned.
Our long weekend away was actually a favor for his parents. They were off to a funeral on the East Coast and needed someone to care for the animals on their small farm a few miles outside of town. The reality was we had a small house to ourselves, smack in the middle of wine country and with our own private pool and hot tub. It was a ‘favor’ from heaven.
Thirty miles from town, I was seated in the middle of the bench seat, with my dress hiked up and the palpitating handle of the gear shifter rapping steadily against my clit. After the rest stop, Jerry had me place one leg over his thighs and stretch the other out in the opposite direction. He teased me repeatedly with his fingers, getting me ready, and a few miles down the road he had me inch forward. It was hell. I’d already had three orgasms and was heading for another one.
“Put it in your pussy,” Jerry begged with glee.
“Ohhh. I can’t. It’s too big,” I replied in-between breaths.
“Yes, you can. I’ve put bigger things up there. Hurry up or I’ll take the slow way and you won’t have any more fun with my Lady.”
“Ok, ok. Shitttt,” I hissed. I raised my bottom up and rubbed my pussy lips against the head to coat it with my juices and pressed my hips forward. It entered me easier than I anticipated. Once inside, I started to move my hips back and forth. I was fucking Jerry’s Lady. With my own hand, I feverishly rubbed my magic spot.
“Shiiiittttt … oughhhh shhhittttttt. Fuck Jerry, fuckkkkk. Your lady’s going to make me fuccckkkkiiiinnnggggg cccuuuuummmm. Ahhhhhh …. Ouugghhhhhhhhh,” I sighed out loud as another orgasm plowed through my soul. As I climaxed, Jerry reached up and yanked down my top to expose my breasts and pinch my nipples.
As my climax subsided, I realized anyone we drove by or that passed us would have a clear view of my tits. “Maybe I should pull my top up? People will see us.”
“I don’t care. Leave it down and get that gear head back in your pussy. It needs some more moisture.” Obediently, I complied with Jerry’s request. I was nervous about being caught but doing told to do something naughty in public made me just so horny. Easily, I slid my pussy over the gear head and kept going until my lips were wrapped about the shaft.
“Keep on fucking yourself. It’s so hot. We’re only about 10 miles out now. You’re getting me so worked up. I’m going to fuck you like crazy once we get there. I doubt care if any of the neighbors are around or hear you screaming.”
Jerry telling me what he was going to do just further stroked my libido. I could hardly wait to feel his rock hard meat slapping deep into me. When Jerry put his signal on and turned off the highway, I knew he’d just exited the highway and turned onto Route 69. In five miles, we’d arrive.
“Hey honey. Look there’s a hitchhiker up ahead. I bet he’s going to enjoy a nice view of your tits.” Just as Jerry spoke, he reached down and started to rub my clit. Fuck. I didn’t care. I was going to cum again. We passed the hitchhiker as I came hard again with my eyes closed when suddenly Jerry was slowing down.
“Hey, he went to high school with us. I’m sure it’s him.”
“Who?” I moaned out as I tried to focus my mind.
“He was in our class. Baseball stud. Had a ride to Vanderbilt, then his parents died in a horrible car accident and he just like disappeared. I thought you dated him a bit.”
“Who?” I feigned. I knew exactly who he thought he’d just seen as I pulled myself from the shifter as Jerry rapidly down shifted and pulled over to the side of the road. “It could be someone else. What if it’s a serial killer?” By that time, we’d come to a stop and nervously I pulled up the dress to cover my breasts and tugged down the bottom to conceal myself.
Jerry didn’t answer and seconds later the passenger door opened. “Hey man, thanks for stopping. My old rig bottomed out on me. Just need a ride to old man Gerrick’s place, he’ll be able to get me a tow.”
“That’s right by my folks place. Not a problem, at all. Didn’t we all go to high school together?”
The stranger took a long look at Jerry and then turned his attention to me. A fat smile curled up his face. “Yeah. You’re right. Jerry, right? We played on the junior high basketball team together.”
“Yes, that’s right. What a coincidence. And I’m sorry, can’t quite place you. Maybe vaguely familiar. Anyway, hello. I’m Sonny,” he noted as he extended one hand out to me.
“Hello! I’m Jennifer,” and I delivered with it the fattest fake smile I could pull off. He knew exactly who I was, and the same for me. We’d dated. Secretly, for almost a year and publicly before his parents passed. He was a hot ball player who knew colleges wanted him and an image to paint. After he accepted at Vandy, we started publicly dating. Then his parents passed.
“I thought you two dated for a bit in high school,” Jerry asked Sonny.
“Oh, wait. Now I remember. Wow, you look so different. Jennifer Orchid, right?”
“Yes. I’m sure I’ve aged.”
“And yes Jerry, we did date. Our parents had us go out together as they wanted to make sure some freak didn’t harass Jennifer.”
“Ok, gotcha. So, what the hell you been up?”
“Ha. I get that a lot since I’ve been back. You know my parents passed a couple of months before graduation and … well. I kind of turned off. Eventually, ended up living with a second cousin in Sydney, Australia.”
“Get out of here. I thought you were going to be the next Vandy starter that signed into the big leagues,” Jerry stated.
“Yeah, some things just don’t work out. The put my ride on hold for a year, but my head was still out there. Went to a small college outside of Sydney and even got into cricket. In a roundabout way, a cricket coach turned me onto some Korean baseball contacts. Played there for a few years, had enough cash saved up, to buy out the rest of my family and move back to the farm.”
“So, you’re living here permanently?” I asked.
“Pretty much. Well, assuming, I can patch things together to keep the bankers at bay and somehow get it in shape to bring in some cash flow. You both know it’s a mean business.”
Sonny looked great. Tanned. Short hair, and his eyes still a bright aqua blue. Sometimes he’d make me cum so hard that it felt like I’d drowned in his orbs. God we were happy. I lost my virginity to him. Did put him off for two months, until I offered it up. From there on, it was a race to see how freaky we could get.
“Shit that’s impressive. And cool you’re back. You should help out the high school team. I thought your folks place burnt down a couple years ago?” Jerry asked.
“It did. Staying in an old bus. Can’t say its lovely, but sure as fuck is motivational. You two living here too?”
“Naw, we stayed in the big city after graduation. Met up at a bar about a year ago and well, kinda, sorta been together ever since. And now we’re living together,” I advised.
“Cool,” Sonny nodded with a slight grimace on his face.
“Shit, why don’t you hang with us and knock back a few beers. It’d be great fun for all of us to catch up,” Jerry requested.
“Well. I gotta get the truck towed. Plus, there are the cats and dogs to be feed,” Sonny answered. “But a cold beer sounds sweet. Just for a quick one, if you don’t mind.”
“Shit yeah. This is cool. This will just take a minute. Need to get some petro and cold beer.” Jerry pulled his Lady off and onto the pavement of a convenience store. “Be right back.”
“You need some cash? More than happy to help out.”
“No. We’re fine. Sit back and relax,” Jerry stated. Then walked off and into the store.
“God damn. You look more amazing than I could have imagined. I’m sorry. I, I just freaked. Seriously, I am so so sorry.” I was with him at a friend’s house when the police showed up and asked to talk to him outside. That was the last time I’d seen, spoken with or heard the local celebrity Sonny Black. And didn’t learn his parents passed until the next day.
“I knew you knew who I was. Time is funny. Don’t worry, after two years of seeing the shrink I finally realized you were just a teenager and I swatted out at anything close to avoid the reality. Really, it was heart breaking in so many ways. Did you like Korea?”
“The people. Unfortunately, not the food,” Sonny answered.
“You must have a family. Are they with you?” He must have some idea of how badly he hurt me. For two years I tried everything possible to reach out to him. Emails, letters, a private investigator, unlimited phone calls had all yielded nothing. It took three years before I’d even date someone after he left. The weekend before they passed, we had talked about what type of family we’d have if we did the ‘M thing.’
“No family. No kids. No wife. No girlfriend. No dog and no cat. Sorry, to disappoint.”
“I’m sorry. That was rude.”
“This isn’t going well. Why don’t we just go back to where we were before pulling up to this station.” I simply stared blankly at his face and felt an urgent need to kiss him.
“You know Jennifer, I ain’t never met you before, but, well excuse my boldness, but when I first hopped in it sure smelt like something. Been bugging me. Just can’t quite place that scent. Any suggestions?” Immediately my face turned beet red. Fuck he knew. Of course, he knew. What an asshole. Gosh, the things we did. I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me.
“Jerry was rather pleasantly playing with my pussy on the drive down. Glad you remember what one smells like,” I politely snapped.
“Don’t think there is a general smell to such. No, what I smell is a scent very specific. Reminiscent of how perfect my life could have been if I still danced with its vapors.” Jesus, the fuck could get to me so easily. “Also explains the sheen on the stick shift. The shifter and part way down the stick.” Again, my face glowed from embarrassment. Obnoxiously, the zing in my nipples amplified as my juices flowed heavily.
“Perhaps your memory is faulty?” I noted.
Sonny responded by dashing a hand between my thigh then using his pointer finger to swipe it up the upper shaft. He pulled it to his nose and breathed in slowly. “Nope. The memory is perfect. Or do you think I need a sample from the source?” Jesus he was direct. And I don’t what was happening, but I responded by pulling up my right leg and sliding it over his thighs. My dress easily pulled up to expose my swollen gap.
Sonny took a quick look around before darting his hand between my thighs and plunging two of his fingers deep up into my opening. Slowly, he pumped them in and out, before curling his fingertips upwards and rubbing the G area. Rapidly my breathing was increasing as my mouth dropped open and once again, I was drowning in those eyes.
His face was inches from mine, and I could smell his breath. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from me and brought them up to my lips. Unquestionably, I took them in my mouth and sucked on them while swirling the tip of my tongue on his fingers. He pulled them out and replaced them with his lips. We kissed savagely as his fingers returned to my sex. Then it ended. Just as suddenly as it began.
“He’s back outside.”
“You fucking bastard. Do you have any idea how much you tore me up?”
“Yes. I got the letters. I wanted to kill myself, so kept away from you. My fucked up way of saving you from worse harm. I’m sorry.” Again, I reacted stupidly and slid my leg over his thighs, grabbed his left hand and returned it to my vagina.
“He always holds the pump until the tank is full. Play with me.” When he curled two fingers back into me, my hips shot upward trying to get them deeper. The sensations of pleasure flooded my brain with dopamine and sent it racing backwards to my memories of us being together. How he took my virginity, but first dumped orgasm after orgasm on me with his skilled tongue and didn’t stop until I begged him to penetrate me. How together we watched porn, analyzing the actors, category and then mimicked the flicks we liked. How it led to us having sex outside, publicly, prancing about nude beaches and visiting a strip club where he paid for a beautiful lady to eat me out. God, I had just barely turned 18.
How our exploits became more and more risqué. Almost as if we were playing a wild game. We didn’t just sunbath on the nude beach, but openly had sex with a people watching us. We got into erotic photography, with Sonny behind the lens while I put on a show—sometimes before others. We came into contact with a fun couple, swapped photos and twice meet up to swap partners. And after a lost wager, Sonny took me to an old gas station where he rigged up a hole in the men’s restroom that allowed access to me.
I only went forward with it because I was certain no one would ever enter. I was wrong and had sex with someone I never saw. The recollections were firing me up even further. When Sonny removed his hand, impulsively I yelped out, “No.” Then jumped when Jerry opened the door.
“Tank full, a case of beer and ice in the bed. Let’s roll. Few more miles and we’ll be at the house. I think a dip in the pool is essential.” As Jerry pulled away from the station, I tucked both my legs against his. “Honey, you know that doesn’t work.” He reached across and pushed my far leg up against Sonny then shifted into high bringing the shaking handle just inches from my crotch.
In less than a year, I went from a certified virgin to having a quite liberal and active sex-life. What a rocket trip it was. Then Sonny was gone. I did hook up with the couple we played with, it was fun having two girls share a guy, but afterwards I dove down into a deep depression as it brought Sonny back fresh into my mind. So, for a long spell I quit having sex. Really, nothing seemed to compare until Jerry, and I got together. He seemed to quickly realize what things pushed my buttons and loved watching me explode.
“How long you two going to be out here?” Sonny inquired.
“Just a few days. Watching the house and animals while my parents are out of town for a funeral,” Jerry answered as he wedged an arm behind my back to give me a squeeze. The result was it moved me forward a few inches and the vibrating shifter knob was now millimeters from my sex. Sonny looked down at it and when he returned his glaze upwards, he was carrying an overgrown smile.
The last mile to Jerry’s folks’ house is down a dirt road. In the summer months, it is often littered with washboard bumps that can rattle the soul out of a snake. Usually, when encountering such with his Lady, Jerry takes it very slow. This time he didn’t. The bumps bounced me forward into that wicked shifter head that was rattling around and shaking even more. When I first bumped into it, I closed my eyes and titled by head back. Jerry had moved his arm down further which prevented me from scooting back.
“Aughhhh shit. This, this road’s bumpy,” I sighed softly. The shifter was now pressed directly on the upper part of my quim, making direct contact with my clit. No doubt there would be a wet spot in my dress. I opened my mouth to try and keep my breathing from being so loud.
“I’ll try to go around some of the worst bumps,” Jerry shouted out loud as he turned sharply which sent me crashing into Sonny. The shaking was getting worse and worse. Trying to suppress my urges just made everything worse. I couldn’t help myself as I slightly pressed my hips upward. Jerry turned to the right then sharply back to the left which caused my upper body to press firmly against Sonny’s shoulder. At the same time, he reached across with his right hand and gave my breast a squeeze.
“Fuck! It’s like this road will, ohhh myyy, never end,” I complained. When Jerry made another hard left, Sonny again put his hand across my breast, but this time didn’t remove it. I was scared Jerry would see its location, so I placed my left hand on my right shoulder to somewhat shield Sonny’s actions. It didn’t help that he was now firmly pinching my nipple.
“Jesus Jerry. Maybe sloowwww, ughh, sloowwww down a little,” I pleaded.
“Want me to stop? You getting car sick?”
“Noooo. Don’t stop. Fuckkkk itssss bummpppyyyy.” Seconds later, another orgasm crashed over me. It caused my stomach muscles to spasm and a loud moan to escape from my lips. Neither Jerry nor Sonny said a word.
“There it is,” Jerry announced. “Mom and Dad’s sweet little spot.” He’d moved his arm and I was finally able to move away from the shifter. When I looked down, I was horrified to see that my dress had somehow moved upwards. My bottom half was fully exposed.
Jerry pulled into the carport, hopped out and slammed his door shut as he yelled out, “If you two grab our bag, I’ll bring in the beer and ice.”
“Guess we are the bag boys,” Sonny casually declared as he opened his door, popped out and held it open for me. As I scooted across the bench seat, my sun dress road up even further giving him a full view.
“You don’t have to stare.”
“Can’t wait to fill it. Sure looks like it needs some attention after that gear shiftin.” I was at the edge of the seat when his hand shot out and started to caress it. My body reacted by parting my thighs which enabled him to again pierce my sex with his fingers.
“Sonny, be careful. You’re going to get me in trouble,” I whispered harshly with a stern look that was inconsistent with my body’s response.
“Damn, I miss our crazy days. Haven’t done anything like that since then. Maybe it’s time I start exploring again. What do you think?”
“It is fun,” I noted as I pushed his hand back and jumped down. “Let’s get this stuff inside and hit the pool. I bet that water will feel nice, cool and refreshing.”
“Someone a little hot and bothered?” I ignored his comment and reached for our suitcase in the bed of the truck. As I leaned over the rear fender, Sonny scooped two hands around my cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. “You still a fan of the back door. Man, I’ll never forget how you’d coyly suggest such play and minutes later be hollering out for me to pound you harder.”
“Shhhh,” I responded. He was correct. Was a fan and still am, but decided I’d let him re-discover such information on his own. My plan was to hopefully get Jerry to run an errand and this would give me a brief window to scratch a certain itch. Once I pulled the suitcase out, Sonny grabbed it from me and followed Jerry’s steps. He stopped at the front door, after Jerry announced he had to run out back to get the extra key which gave us a couple of minutes alone.
“Did you see that old gas station we passed back a way? That was place where I took you to pay off that wager. Never thought you would but it sure turned into a fun night.”
“Why did you think I wouldn’t follow through with my promise?”
“Well not something that I’ve heard women fantasizing much about. Do you still keep a journal of your fantasies? He was right. I thought it rather disgusting. However, I’m also incredible stubborn and thought he picked the spot as no one was there, so I was going to show him. Stubbornness is not always a good quality. What I didn’t count on was how much it turned me on. After paying my debt, I kept him up until 5 am. It was like some type of new amazing drug.
“These days, I just keep the journal in my head. Oh, I hear Jerry walking inside. He must have entered through the back door.” Slowly, I bent over at the waist and picked up the bag of ice and case of beer, knowing my cootie would be prominently displayed.
“Seems to me someone is begging for it,” Sonny noted just before Jerry opened the door. He was right. I needed to get in control of myself.
“It is blistering outside, but the pool feels amazing. I’m going for a dip. Why don’t you guys join me. I’ll get my suit and your bikini,” Jerry advised as he took the suitcase from Sonny’s hand. “Sweetie, you mind putting a few beers on ice and setting it by the pool, while I change?”
“Of course,” I replied.
“I’m just going to swim in my boxers. That cool?” Sonny asked.
“Shit yeah. Fuck you can swim naked if you want,” Jerry shot back with a laugh as he trotted off. I inspected the frig and found an unopened bottle of Rose. This and several beers were placed in a half bucket and ice was dumped on top. I excused myself to go change.
I walked into the guest bedroom and Jerry was just pulling up his trunks. “The new suit I got for you is sitting on the bed. Can’t way to see how you rock it.” Jerry grabbed me in his arms and pulled my face to his lips. We gave each other a little tongue before he pulled his mouth back. “The way I’m feeling you may not get any sleep tonight.”
“Do you think I’d have a problem with that?” I teased back.
“I think if I hadn’t picked up our old high school friend, you’d be fucking me right now. And that old gear shifter sliding in and out of you was so hot. I want to take a video of you doing that.” As he spoke, his fingers snaked up under my dress and dipped into me. “Shit, you’re crazy wet. God damn girl, get control of yourself,” he stated as he pulled away and exited.
Oh god, if only he knew how horny I was and what I really wanted to do. Sitting on the bed was an almost white bikini, that had a light floral pattern printed on it. I tossed my dress off and squeezed into the bikini. It didn’t hide much. The bottom was just a small itty-bitty patch with a thong in the back, while the top were two small triangles, but I did look good in it. I walked over to the mirror and examined myself.
My long dark straight hair was pulled up in a crunchy. The triangles covered about two-thirds of my breasts. I wore a C cup and was all natural. When I turned around, my butt hung out completely free. People say I resemble Angelina Jolie, but it’s not totally true. Similar lips, face, hair and legs, however, my breasts are smaller, have a bit more of a butt and my skin is olive colored—not pale white. We do share the same eye color and height. Satisfied with my appearance, I popped out of our room. The men were already outside, fiddling around with pool chairs. I grabbed the bucket of ice and drinks and joined them.
“Shit, it is hot out here,” I instantly cried out as I walked outside into the afternoon sun. Sonny was outside with Jerry, he had his shirt off, but still had on his blue jeans.
“Yeah. I’m feeling a little wiped after the drive. Think I’m going to dip in, suck down a can and take a little tanning siesta,” Jerry advised.
“Do we need to worry about getting stuff for dinner? Maybe one of us should run to the store in a bit?” I suggested.
“Nah, we’re good. Mom and Dad left out four ribeye’s for us and said we should help ourselves to the garden. Plenty of ripe goodness in it for a killer salad. As long as the booze holds up, we’ll be good. Oh, and I got a surprise for you honey.”
Jerry walked over to his phone, pulled the case off and from its back pulled out a joint. “I know you only like to partake on special occasions, but this weekend is pretty special.” He handed it to me along with a lighter from the grill.
I took it and paused. “Isn’t it beautiful here?”
“Sure is,” Jerry shot back before he dove into the pull. I took a deep breath, thought about what was in my hand and decided, well, fuck it. I sparked it up and took a few hits before offering it to Sonny. He passed. Party poopers. So, I took two more hits and put it out. The reason for my hesitation was the effect marijuana had on me. It made me really horny and sort of just go for it attitude. I’d smoked a fair amount before the gas station incident and knew that helped to explain my actions. Tonight, I almost passed, but then thought what the fuck, surely, I couldn’t get much hornier. A few minutes after the first hit, and I was thinking it may have been a bad idea.
“Are you going to go in?” I asked Sonny.
“Yeah. Just absorbing everything. Nice ass. It was a bit skinny before but looks perfect now.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“It sure is,” Sonny replied as he reached out and gave my rear a little swat.
“Careful, compliments might get you everywhere.” I turned to check on Jerry. He was doing his kind of laps in which he pushed off underwater and stayed there until he made it to the other end, then did the same thing on return. “Why don’t you get rid of your pants and come in with me?”
“Sounds good. It is toasty out here.” Sonny commented as he shuffled around. I heard Jerry take a big gulp of air and knew he’d be underwater for a touch, so I reached out, unbuttoned Sonny’s pants and pulled down the zipper. Then with both hands I pushed his pants down. The reason he didn’t want to get undressed in front of me was his cock was making his boxers stick out.
“Oh my, what is this I’ve uncovered,” I teased with a giggle.
“You two going to chat all day or come in?” Jerry asked. “Three more laps, a beer and I’m out.” I turned around so that I was facing him, and my body hid Sonny’s erection.
“Patience, patience. Sonny is embarrassed about his underwear and I need to fill my glass.”
“Shit Sonny. We’re cool. You can swim naked if you like. Hell, I’ll even join you. I’d offer you my Dad’s suit, but he has a 52 inch waist.”
While I stood there, Sonny took a finger and started to lightly glide it up and down my ass crack. This was torture. I had to somehow get Jerry out of the house. “I’ll get him in. Finish your laps.”
When Jerry turned around, so did I and once I heard him gulp in his air and dive under, I used one hand to pull down Sonny’s briefs and expose his penis. There it was. In high school, I swear I’d memorized every detail of it. Not huge, not small, a bit wide and pointed up at a perfect angle. Without any hesitation, I bent over and took his head in my mouth. As my head bounced back and forth, I twirled my tongue on the underside of it. Just as quickly, I pulled away, pulled his briefs up then gave Sonny a pull and added, “Hurry, go jump in and I’ll be in in just a second.”
I rushed over to the bottle of wine and heard Sonny splash in. Carefully, I set my wine on the poolside before I dove in. Underwater, I swam up to Sonny’s legs and teasingly played with his erection before popping up. “It feels wonderful.” I walked over to the pool edge, next to where Jerry was now standing and drinking his beer. Sonny followed me over and stood on the other side of me.
We talked about some of the funny things that happened our senior year of high school and Sonny told us a few crazy stories about playing ball in Korea. I also learned that Jerry had a some of his own wild adventures during his first two years of college, that he hadn’t previously disclosed. Each time I got hot, I’d duck under the water and afterwards the guys sure stared at my breasts. After my second dunk, I looked down and realized why my chest captured their attention.
“Shit Jerry. This top is basically see-through when its wet.”
“You didn’t know?” he replied with a crooked smile.
“No wonder you guys keep focusing on my chest. You can totally see my nipples. I might as well have my top off.” Sonny just chuckled at my commentary.
“That would be another option,” Jerry replied.
I turned to Sonny and complained, “Can you believe him? He is too much!” Just then, I felt his fingers touching the middle of my back and immediately afterwards my top dropped off and into the water. “Jerry! You shit,” I yelped as my hands flew up to cover my breasts.
“You said it wasn’t much difference, so thought I’d see.” Jerry reached out and pulled one hand down, and then the other. “Actually, I think you look better this way. Kind of have that sexy European sun-bathing look going on. What do you think Sonny?”
“I’d have to agree.”
“Well, I guess, it’s not like you two haven’t seen breasts before. Just don’t stare so much,” I added.
“What’s to stare at?” Jerry responded as he reached out and gave one of my nipples a twist. Jesus, they were sensitive. It sent a shock wave straight to my pussy. “I’m going to lay in the sun a bit and have another beer. Been dreaming about this the whole drive. If you two get too hot, my folks have a cooling dip pool at the far end. Just pull off the cover and drop in. It’ll wake you up, that’s for sure.” He climbed out of the pool, grabbed a beer and stretched out on one of the loungers.
Sonny and I kept chatting. When I got tired of standing, I sat up on the edge of the pool with my knees parted and facing him. I was curious how much he could see of my sex through the wet bikini but didn’t want it to be so obvious as leaning over and looking between my legs. Once hot, I jumped back in with Sonny just a foot in front of me. He pulled one hand up and started to caress my nipples, while the other was under the water pinching my swollen lips together.
I tried to converse, but it was difficult, so instead I reached my hand into his boxers and started to stroke his shaft. “It is hot. Maybe we should do as Jerry suggested and try out the dip pool,” I stated in a loud voice for Jerry to overhear.
“I agree. Am feeling quite hot,” Sonny shot back. He pulled his hands away and began walking to the far end of the pool. I jumped out and refilled my wine glass. Jerry was in the lounge chair and it appeared he had dozed off as one hand was barely clasping the beer can and the other was above his head. He didn’t say anything when I walked by. With my glass full, I made my way over to the dipping hole. There was no doubt, I was quite high.
I jumped into the cool pool and immediately regretted my decision as the water was so cold it made me yelp. “Fuck, this is freezing.”
“I agree,” Sonny whispered back to me. “Maybe I can help warm you up.” The pool was deep. Seats were built onto the edge and so far from the top that only our heads were visible from the pool area. After Sonny’s offer, he bent his head down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. It forced a short sigh from me. I turned around to see if my yelp had awoken Jerry but felt assured when I saw him in the same position as when I replenished my wine.
“Ohh … that feels nice.” As Jerry sucked on my tit, he pulled my closest leg over his thighs, pulled aside the bikini material and started to rub my opening. “Sweet hell, that feels amazing. I’ve got to get you alone so we can have some fun together.”
“You don’t think this is fun?” Before the question was out of his mouth, he slipped another finger into me while he used his thumb to draw small circles around my clit. “Oh fuck Sonny. I’m going to go crazy if we can’t make love soon.”
“I certainly wouldn’t complain, but even a kiss would be nice right now.” I wanted to kiss too and more. His fingering was making my breathing heavy. This was all so crazy.
“We should have kissed quickly when he was getting into the house,” I advised as I used my hand to get his cock out through his fly and started to massage it. He moved off the seat and positioned himself, so he was standing just in front of me. He was pinching my nipples hard as I’m sure he knew that was one of my weak spots while increasing the pace his fingers went in and out of me.
“Fuckkkk … shitttt. This is so unfair. Jesus I’m so horny and want you in me,” I moaned out. Sonny responded by pressing his hips forward and leaning down to kiss me. We made out briefly before I realized that our heads were above the water and if Jerry awoke, he’d definitely catch us. “We can’t. He’ll see us if he wakes up,” I stated as I panicked and guided him back, so he was sitting next to me.
“Your pussy is so wet. Just like that time in the gas station. You sure fucked the hell out of me afterwards.”
“Ohh my god. Why are you bringing that, ughhh-huh, up again?” I couldn’t help myself as my hips thrust upwards against his fingers. He responded by pushing another digit into my opening.
“Because you were so horny it was crazy. And remember that couple we swapped with, when we went out bar hopping with them and took turns fucking you and his girlfriend in the restroom, parking lot and your parents’ lawn? I know they knew we were not 23, but damn that was hot. When he went into the restroom of the Pineapple Bar, he later told me he though some other guy was screwing you but wasn’t sure.”
“Ohhhh … Sonny. Push them in deeper. Oughhh … here it …,” I was saying when he abruptly stopped. My hips were humping his hand like an unbalanced washing machine knocks the side. “Keep going. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Did you fuck a stranger then too?”
“Jesus Sonny. I was drunk. I was having sex with him, then you and all these different places. I think it was just you two.” I lied. I was in the men’s restroom in a stall. Knees on the toilet seat, hands on the wall and completely exposed. When the door opened, I assumed it was our friend, but when the guy started fucking me, I knew it wasn’t him. The cock in my pussy was way bigger and our friend never twisted my titties like that. Then a group of loud men came in and he disappeared. Didn’t even finish. I couldn’t believe Sonny knew of this.
Sonny shoved four fingers into my entrance and immediately my hips flew upwards. “I think we need to fuck, and now.”
“Oh god. No! Jerry would freak out. Tonight, when he’s sleeping. I promise. We’ll promise kiss on it.” I grabbed Sonny’s hand and pulled his fingers free, then raised my leg over his and used his shoulder to pull myself up onto his lap. Once on top of his thighs, he grabbed my ass checks and squeezed them hard as his mouth attached to my right nipple and his teeth bit down causing a bolt of electricity to course through my sexual synapses.
When he released his teeth, I pushed his head back and locked my lips onto his. We made out for a spell, as we dry humped against one another. When our mouths parted, I moaned out, “Ohhh … Sonny. I missed you. Promise you’ll never do that to me again.”
I felt his fingers rubbing my sex then stop for a second. I didn’t realize he was pulling aside the thin fabric covering my pussy. Before I could say a word, he guided his cock to my entrance, took hold of my hips and thrust upwards as his hands guided my hips down.
“Oh my god, what are you doing Sonny?”
“Fucking you,” Sonny simply replied. After several thrusts he added, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Shit, shit … he could wake up any second. Oughh … fuckkk you feel good.”
“You want me to keep fucking you?”
“Aughhh … yesssss,” I replied as I readjusted to pull my knees up so he could penetrate me deeper and I could crush my clit against his pelvis bone. “Ougghhh .. ahhh. Shittt Sonny. You feel so, ahhh uhh-aughhh soooo good.”
“I take it you still like to fuck?”
“Ahhhh … yesssssss. Aohhhh shittt, what what are you doing?” I inquired as he stuck a finger up my ass, while I continued to match his thrusts.
“I told you I want to fuck your ass. I’m getting you ready.”
“Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh my godddd. Not now. I can’t keep quiet when you do that.”
“Good thing we’re out in the country. Can fuck you until you howl and not a soul will know.”
“Jesus Sonny. Quiet. We’re going to wake up Jerry.”
“You want me to stop?” Sonny asked as he used his other hand to pull and twist my right nipple.
“No. Don’t you dare. We just have to be quiet.”
“Tell me what you want me to do. You know, just like you used to, and if you don’t I’m going to pull out of your hot pussy and fuck your little ass.”
“Aughhh … shit. Shit, hold on. Ok. Fuck my little pussy. Fuck it and fuck it until it gaps open, I beg for more and you fill it over and over,” I requested. The phrase was itched into my brain and we both knew it was words of sexual inebriation that we often declared before some of our wildest explorations.
“Hold your ass open for me,” Sonny commanded. Just then there was a loud clink. When I looked up, I Jerry had dropped the beer can he was barely clasping and was now stirring. Immediately, I pulled myself off Sonny’ lap and sat on the edge of the cooling dip while I readjusted my bikini to cover myself.
Casually, I looked back and shouted out softly, “Are you ok honey? We were trying to be quiet, so you could snooze.”
“Yeah, I’m good. But could you come here for a second.”
“Sure, babe,” I nervously responded thinking he knew what we were doing.
Sonny flashed me a smile as I stood up and departed. I walked over and sat on the edge of lounger. “What’s up?”
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