Jennifer Ames - Wet and Ready

I rolled up as the awesome climax took over, curling into his arms. We were in the water up to our bellies. My aching nipples were tight against his chest as we kissed again. That gorgeous throbbing cock was still deep within my belly, still thrilling me as I started to put a little action into my half of this amazing fuck. Doug took a few steps back as we kissed, I guess, because the water was now up to my shoulders. It splashed as my tits heaved up and down. He held me upright, the water taking most of my weight. He was able to pick me up, actually raising and lowering my entire naked body using only hands under my clenching ass.

"This is wild," I whispered, the first climax washing away all the tension I'd been feeling. "God, I love the way you fuck, Coach." "Not bad for an old, balding man?" he joked.

"I told you to stop that, you old shit," I said, kissing Doug fully on his lips. "I really like you, Doug. Age doesn't bother me."

"I wish I could have me you when we were both young," he said, nuzzling between my titties as he spoke. "We might have made quite a team, Jessica."

"I wouldn't have been able to keep up with you, baby," I said, pushing back with my arms loosely locked around his neck.

My breathing was under control. It was time to get back to some serious fucking, I thought. Back to working my inner charms around Doug's beautifully shaped, rock-hard cock.

With my arms draped over his strong shoulders, I let Doug set the pace for now. I locked my fingers behind his neck, arching my back to push my tits up into his face. Doug kept pumping, sliding up into me as he raised and lowered my hot pussy like it was a sex-toy doll. This toy was alive, though. Alive, and very happy to fuck back with each thrust.

"Mmm," I purred, as he lowered me fully around his jerking prick. "Nice, baby. I want to do something for you. Hold still for just a second. Let me work my pussy for you."

My legs were tensed, gripping around his upper thighs. His hands were just touching my ass now and I clenched, milking down tightly with fuck muscles. The same lack of weight that had bothered me earlier when Doug fucked me against the side of the pool was now working to my advantage.

I slowly moved, wanting this to be special, and the big, empty building was suddenly very silent. I looked deeply into his eyes. All I could hear was a soft pump working, and water gently running into the pool. That, and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears as my excitement built. "Feel me?" I whispered. "God, yes!" he hissed. "Feel my pussy?" I moaned ever so softly.

I rocked and humped up and down around Doug's embedded hard-on. The slow-motion fucking was overwhelming. I squeezed with my entire body. I had to pull myself down over his prick. There was no weight to just let me fall back over Coach's thick prick. I had to work to take the throbbing thing back into my soaking-wet cunt. Then I used my thighs to slowly drag up over each fraction of an inch of meaty delight, fully aware of every bump and ridge as my sensitive flesh wormed back and forth.

"Can you feel how hot and wet I am up inside, Coach?" I asked. "How nice my pussy is for you, baby?" "You're killing me," he managed.

I was trying to fuck him to death, at the very least. I gave it my best effort, using my grasping cunt over the glistening hardness of a man old enough to be my daddy. Two inches out, then an inch and a half back inside me. Back and forth, just barely making progress. The upstroke took forever. My hot twat gripped, the outer lips of my talented pussy squirming around the tip.

Then I started an equally slow stroke back into my whimpering young body.

"You're not going to die, Coach," I whispered, my tongue wet in his ear behind the words. "I want you to live for a long time, so you can keep fucking me."

"Jessica," he whispered, wanting to say more but stopping as I spoke again.

"I'm just gonna make you feel like you're dying," I whispered, not stopping my naughty internal movements. "I'm gonna milk my tight little pussy over your big cock until you beg me to let you cum, then I'm going to make you wait just a little more." "Then what happens?" he groaned. "You're gonna like that part." "I am?" he moaned.

"That's when I want you to cum way up inside me," I panted as his hand tightened over the cheeks of my ass again. "I want to feel your big cock spurting. I want you to fill me with your hot cum, Coach."

This was so beautiful. I felt like some fluorescent sea creature, my body aglow with sexual passion, breeding in the depths of some ancient ocean of a lost era. Doug let me ride him as long as he could, then he started fucking his cock deeper and deeper into my hot cunt. My own gasping hunger was driving me int contortions, making my lust-swollen pussy grind wetly, sucking at the very tip of his prick-knob.

"You feel so good inside me, Doug," I whispered, grinding my cunt tightly. "So big. Fuck me. Fuck me so nice, baby."

My breasts were jiggling right over his dazed face, and his eyes froze at the sight of my hard nipples bouncing up and down through the surface of the pool.

My hair was wet, plastered to my head. The perfume I'd so carefully placed was washed away long ago with my pretty dress. None of the preparations I'd made were necessary now as I was getting better loving then I'd ever dreamed.

I groaned again as the cock buried in my belly throbbed almost out of control. For just a second, he rocked on the edge. I knew that he was trying to make it last, wanting to make sure that I was totally satisfied. I was.

"No," I whispered. "It's your turn to cum, now, Coach."

My naked ass was in his strong hands again, bouncing up and down faster, making splashing sounds as I ground with each stroke to maximize Doug's pleasure. He was stabbing up into me, pounding his cock desperately into me as his orgasm got closer and closer. My nails dug into his arms, bringing his eyes back to mine.

"Oooh, that's it," I cooed, looking right into his eyes, knowing that my horny, wicked words would thrill him. "Build me a nice load, Coach. Let me really feel your cum. Fill me with enough juice so I'll be leaking cum for a week."

I pushed my tits into his face and slid my naked thighs along his hips and ribs. Doug's hands were locked around my tiny waist now. He was rocking me up and down, totally control-ing the action. I didn't need to hand on. I let my legs caress along his sides and my head fell back as I felt his mouth capturing one of stiff nipples.

"Yes, baby," I kept up the naughty monologue. "My pussy is so hot, Doug. It wants cum. Your cum. Mmmm, I feel him throbbing. Your cock. All big and hard and throbbing, just the way I love it. Give me some cum, Coach. Give my hot little pussy some cum."

I wasn't just saying that to turn on Doug; my pussy was really hot. I was creaming so heavily and Doug's big prick kept bringing up more and moire of my slippery juices, keeping our coupling as slick and sensual as it could possibly be.

My legs were wide open, scissored straight past his hips with the head of his cock bottom-ing-out way up inside me. He was fucking me. God, was Doug fucking me. Each long, smooth, deep stroke set off another wave of rippling delight through my body. The rough ridge of his hard-on rubbed directly over the tip of my joy-button.

I watched his eyes, seeing the passion in them as Doug rhythmically plunged the hard thickness of his glistening prick up into my belly. "Cum," I whispered as I felt Coach Martin racing toward an explosive climax. "Cum inside me, baby."

And that's exactly what he did. With a low hoarse groan he pushed his prick out for me. Curling up, I milked down, dragging my hot cunt up and down with lightening speed. I felt his prick throb, then swell until I was afraid it would split. I rippled my inner fuck muscles, gyrating my well-lubricated cunt over the Doug's heavenly cock. "Jessica," he whispered. "Cum," I moaned. "Cum, baby."