Jac's Adventures 09: Ariel 02

We joined everyone else a couple minutes later, ascending to the deck to a chorus of whoops and cheers. I tipped an imaginary cap, and Ariel broke out in a big cheshire grin. We moved over toward the fridge, grabbed drinks, and toasted, sharing a wink and a smile. Then we rejoined the party.

Day turned to evening, the sun dropping low in the sky. Pizza was ordered, delivered, and quickly consumed, then we watched a spectacular sunset blast across the Pacific. Everyone got quiet for a moment and I marveled at nature's power, subduing these ten revelers, their love of energy and noise abandoned under the fiery ending of the day. Then it was gone, and we all turned from the sky and the party continued.

Purple darkness fell across the city. The temperature dropped, and the hot tub was fired up. It could fit about six of us at any given point, but Ariel and I avoided the first wave. I think we both understood without vocalizing it that we wanted to save our hot tub experience for when we had a chance to be alone in it.

After about a half hour, some people cycled out and we cycled in. I sat down into the water and watched Ariel step in next to me, ogling her flawless body, everything tan and smooth. When her toes touched the water her mouth opened in a pleasurable gasp and she looked at me. I flashed forward in time, imagined us having sex, me plunging my cock into her pussy, causing her to make that face all on my own.

We relaxed in the water, our shoulders touching, our hair growing damp. The water felt incredible, churning around us, obscuring everything underneath. I felt Ariel's hand touch my thigh, move to the inside of it. I looked at her. She was watching me from the corner of her eye, smiling. Her hand kept going, moved to my crotch and planted itself on my dick. I turned forward, looking at the four others in the tub, trying not to give anything away.

Ariel's fingers started to work, caressing my dick through my shorts, rubbing it up and down. I leaned back, extended my arms out across the edge of the hot tub, trying to listen to the group's conversation, to act casual. Ariel leaned into me, smiling at everyone else, as her hand worked its way under my waistband, wrapped itself around my cock, started tugging it down my leg.

I put my hand around her shoulder, clenched it, my pleasure centers firing. I looked down at the water swirling around us, thankfully unable to see anything, but worried what would happen if the jets suddenly stopped.

"Jack knows."

I looked up.

"What?"

Everyone in the tub was staring at me, expecting the answer to a question I hadn't heard.

"Come on, Jack," Ariel said, looking up at me, her smile teasing, her hand continuing to jerk me off. "Tell us."

"Oh," I said, "of course. Seven."

Everyone stared at me, confused. I burst out laughing.

"I have no idea what the question was."

Everyone else laughed too. Ariel's hand squeezed my cock.

Conversation resumed. I looked down into Ariel's eyes. She stared up into mine.

"You're gonna pay for that," I said softly.

"Can't wait," she said.

I moved the hand around her shoulder off into the water, pushed it down between her legs. Her mouth opened slightly, a quiet gasp, she sat up slightly straighter, and she looked around at everyone else, straining to act natural.

I pushed my hand up between her thighs and she spread her legs slightly, allowing me better access. I pushed my whole palm up against her pussy, rubbed against her bathing suit, feeling her slit through the fabric. It wasn't the most natural position for my arm, definitely looked like I was touching her somewhere, I just hoped people assumed it was her leg.

I pulled her bikini aside and started rubbing her labia. Her lips pursed, her eyes closed. Her head bent forward, then back, then side to side. I found her clit, started rubbing it. She turned her head toward me and moaned very lightly, loud enough for me to hear, luckily not for anyone else to. Then I slid my finger off her clit and pushed it up into her pussy.

"Oh my god!" she said.

Everyone looked at her. I curled my finger up inside her.

"Sorry," she said, smiling goofily, her expression slightly dazed. "This water just feels so good."

While I started searching for her g-spot, I made eye contact with one of my friends, his expression slyly suspicious.

"The water does feel good," I said.

Everyone resumed conversation with each other, and Ariel leaned into my ear, her voice breathy.

"You have to stop. I think I'm going to scream."

I pushed my finger across the top ridge of her pussy one more time, she moaned helplessly through gritted teeth, and I pulled it out. She exhaled.

"Thank you."

I lifted my hand out of the water, put my arm back around her shoulder, held her close to me.

Soon after, the people who'd been in the tub first decided to check out a local beach bar. The four others in the tub got out to join them on the journey, but Ariel and I stayed behind. The only others who didn't go were my friend Guy and the girl named Jessica, who had gotten very flirty with each other and now were laid out together on one of the couches, talking.

When it was just the four of us on the deck, Ariel pushed across to the other side of the hot tub. She extended her legs out and put them on my crotch, pushing my dick around with her feet.

"You're naughty," I said.

"We're alone now," she said.

"Not completely." I indicated Guy and Jessica with a nod of my head.

"Give it a moment."

She was right. A couple minutes later Guy and Jessica took their leave, descending into the bungalow, likely heading to her room to have some fun.

"How long do you think we have?" I asked.

"Long enough."

I stood up in front of her in the hot tub, put my hands around her waist and lifted her out of it. She gasped, and I sat her on the edge. I spread her legs, lowered myself in the water, and leaned in toward her crotch.

"Oh goodness," she said, her head bent over me, her hands planted on the edge next to her butt.

I reached up, pulled her bikini to the side of her vagina, held it there. I looked at her pussy, completely shaved, her inner flaps thin and pink, pushing out between her outer folds. I looked up at her.

"Keep an eye on the stairs?"

She bit her lip. Nodded.

I leaned in and licked up the entire length of her pussy, zig-zagging my tongue across her labia, dragging it hard up over her clit.

"Fucking shit," she said, grabbing my head with both her hands, her fingers grasping at my scalp.

I did it again, pushing my tongue harder into her slit, making sure she felt it run across the opening of her hole. And when I reached her clit I lingered over it, making her feel all the muscles in my tongue. Then I licked it three times in quick succession, giving her a taste of what was to come while I tasted her, her pussy salty with a slight tinge of pool water. She pushed my face into her crotch, cursing under her breath, calling me all sorts of dirty names, her voice fluctuating low to high.

I licked up the length of her again and then focused on her clit, starting with a methodical vertical movement at a steady rhythm, my tongue starting flat and then curling up as it rose. Her thighs clenched at my head, her pussy growing slick under my tongue. The water roiled around my torso, my cock growing hard against my swim trunks.

I switched to licking her side to side, turning my head back and forth to accentuate the feeling. The hand that wasn't holding her bikini I put flat across her abdomen, applying pressure as her belly heaved beneath it. Then as my tongue kept working I moved that hand up, pushed under a flap of her bikini, and fondled a breast. I twisted her nipple between my fingers and she let go of me, put one arm over her head, put her other hand over her mouth, started moaning loudly into it.

I switched over to the alphabet, did a single run through, felt her body respond specially to letters K through O. When I got to Z her whole body was trembling. I brought my hand down off her breast, pushed it up between my chin and her vagina, and slid a finger up into her pussy. She gasped, brought her hands back down to my head, ran her fingers through my hair, and I started to finger her and eat her out simultaneously.

"You got me," she said. "You fucking got me. I'm so close."

I curled my finger up, started rubbing the top of her pussy, searching for the best part of her g-spot. I sped my tongue up, licking her clit rapidly.

"I'm gonna come all over your face," she said, her voice high-pitched, an animal whine.

I fingered and fingered, licked and licked, and suddenly-

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

And she came, her torso leaning over my head, her hands gripping my scalp, her thighs squeezing. She clenched me like this, her body shaking, and I put my hands under her ass and lifted her into the air, holding her up as she continued to orgasm, curled around me for dear life.

When her shaking slowed down, I lowered her butt back to the edge, and everything unclenched around me. She leaned back, looking to the sky, her limbs spreading. I sat back in the tub and watched her breathe deeply through her nose, her inner thighs still vibrating. She finally lowered her head and looked at me.

"Get up on the edge."

I stood out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub, my lower legs still in the water, feet planted on the ledge I'd been sitting on.

Ariel crossed the tub, got on her knees between my legs, put her hands on my knees and ran them up my thighs under the leg of my trunks. She looked up at me.

"You're on watch now," she said.

"You got it," I said.

She put her hands on my waistband, I lifted my hips, and she pulled my trunks down and off my legs. My dick swung up into the air, fully hard. She left my trunks to float in the water, then looked at my dick. She wrapped a hand around my shaft, cocked her head and looked up at me, and held eye contact as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around my head.

"Fuck," I said.

She pushed my dick further into her mouth, holding eye contact, then pulled back up, her lips around my head again. Her tongue pushed out between her lower lip and my cock and ran in a semi-circle around the bottom half of my girth. It disappeared back into her mouth and I felt it start flicking at my tip, and a sharp pure sensation rocketed through me. My body jolted and she smiled around my dick.

She plunged down again, taking half of my cock in her mouth, and then bobbed up and down here in quick motions, my head pressing against the back of her mouth. I looked into her hazel eyes, staring deep into my soul, expressionless beyond her devotion to pleasing me.

"You're so good at this," I said.

She closed her eyes, still halfway down my cock, then opened her lips and pushed down it further. Another quarter of my cock disappeared into her mouth and I felt my head push against her throat. She started pulsing her head here, pushing my cock against the back of my throat over and over again, and the stimulation caused my cock to throb even harder and thicker.

She pulled fully off my dick, exhaled, and took a deep breath. She looked up at me, smiling.

"I want your pussy," I said. "Right now."

She stood up in the tub.

"The tub's dried me out. Let's go to my room."

She stepped out of the tub and onto the deck. I grabbed my trunks from the water and followed her, both of us dripping water. She drew level with the beer pong table and I grabbed her by the waist and spun her toward it. Her hands went flat on the surface, and she looked back at me, surprise on her face. I dropped to my knees behind her, pulled her bikini bottom down off her, and pulled her hips back from the table, raising her pussy in front of my mouth.

"We're gonna get you wet again," I said.

"Oh my god," she said.

I pushed my face between her legs and licked her pussy, moving from her clit upward now, toward her asshole.

"Fuckkkk," she said.

I did it again. Her legs shook, and I felt wetness grow under my tongue. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, spreading her holes, as I kept licking her vagina. She moaned, I pulled back, looked at her butthole in front of me, and, knowing she was probably wet enough already for my cock, decided to keep playing back here. How often do you get to fuck around with a nympho? I licked up her crack, my tongue passing over her asshole, and she shrieked in surprise and delight.

I then brought my tongue to her rim and started flicking it, and she collapsed forward onto the table, propped on her elbows. I held my tongue out and pushed it in and out of her asshole, and she started whining.

"Please, fuck me," she said. "Please please please."

I obeyed. I stood up, lined my cock up with her pussy, looked from her ass up her back to her face. Her head was bent sideways, her eyes staring wildly back at my cock, and I plunged it in.

She cried out, an over-the-top shriek that I knew was slightly exaggerated but that didn't bother me at all, sounding as it did like the cry of a porn star, a cry I'd been conditioned over the years to love. Her pussy felt like a warm glove around my dick, not too tight, but firm and wet. I put my hands on her waist, held her firm, and started pumping my cock into her, watching the pink skin of her vagina grip at my shaft as I went. She kept panting loudly as I fucked her, her expression one of deep pleasure, her eyebrows raised, her mouth open wide, her lips curling out.

After a minute of me fucking her like this she started to bounce her hips back against me, fucking herself with my cock, craning her neck to look up at my face. I took my hands off of her waist and watched her tan ass bounce against my thighs, the motion erratic, more stimulating because of it. I dropped my hands to my sides and then swung them upward, slapping her ass cheeks as they rose.

"Oh fuck," she said, bouncing even harder against me.

I did it again.

"Harder," she said.

I slapped her on a downstroke this time, then grabbed her waist with one hand and with the other started slapping one cheek over and over again in quick succession. When a deep red splotch had formed on the skin, I stopped, she moaned, and I stepped back, pulling out of her.

"Sit on the table," I said.

She turned around, sat back on the table, spread her legs and lifted them. I walked between them, put my dick outside her hole, and drove it into her pussy again.

I put my arms under her bent knees and held up her legs, and we looked into each other's eyes as I started to thrust my hips, my cock driving in and out of her smoothly. She reached down to her bikini top and pulled the flaps to the side, revealing her small breasts. I looked down at them, at her hard nipples, and pumped even harder into her, knowing I wasn't going to last much longer, wanting to savor the experience.

I reached forward with a hand and grabbed the back of her head and pulled it closer to me. The arm was still under one of her knees, which now pressed back on her forehead. She looked up at me, her body bent, her expression wild, and I felt my orgasm coming.

"I'm gonna come," I said.

"Come in my pussy," she said, her voice high-pitched and breathy.

I pumped a couple more times into her, imagined her face as she tried to deep throat me in the hot tub, and I came.

"Fuck fuck fuckity fuck," I said, my hips and cock tensing, pleasure coursing through my body, cum exploding out of me into her pussy.

"Your cum feels so good," she said, her hazel eyes staring into mine, her expression grateful, playing my little cumslut. "Your cum feels so good."

When I was empty, I let go of her head, pulled my arms out from under her knees, and pulled out. She stayed seated, spread her legs, placing her feet on the edges of the table, and looked down at her pussy. I stood and watched as my cum started to leak out of her, dropping in pools to the floor of the deck.

"You are fucking amazing," I said.

She looked up at me with her dazed fuckdoll expression one last time, and then her eyes focused and she smiled.

"Grab a towel," she said.

I did, and I wiped my cum off the deck while she put her bikini back on and hobbled over to the hot tub. She sunk down into it with a deep sigh, and I put my swim trunks back on and joined her. We sat enjoying the water, letting it clean us off, and a couple minutes later we heard voices, steps on the stairs, and most of our friends emerged back onto the deck.

"Hey!" I said. "How was it?"

"Way too crowded," one of my friends said.

"Where are Guy and Jessica?" a girl asked.

"In her room," Ariel said.

The others chuckled and giggled at the implication, then started setting up a beer pong game. I watched them place cups where Ariel's ass had been planted not five minutes before, their feet standing where my cum had dripped. Ariel and I shared a look, elated and proud we got away with it.

"Are you going home tonight?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said.

She nodded.

"Very good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She leaned into my ear.

"I need that cock in me one more time."