The Community Pool - Sex Stories

The Community Pool

... longer. I threw back the sheets and pulled off my pajama bottoms, freeing my now throbbing erection. I retrieved a tube of sex lube from the nightstand, and began to slowly slicken my cock in anticipation of my own jack-off session. My preparations caused me to be momentarily distracted, so that I didn’t even notice that the noises coming from the next room had stopped. I was caught totally off-guard when the door to my bedroom swung open and Susan walked in; finding me and my shiny, hard penis naked in the center of my bed, bathed in the soft glow of my reading light. “I am so sorry!” she gasped. “I thought that I was going into the bathroom. I guess I got turned around in the dark.” Then, it suddenly dawned on her why she found me on the verge of self-abuse. “Oh my god, you heard me, didn’t you?” I just nodded. I wasn’t sure what words to use; but she eyed my equipment a bit longer and found some of her own. “I guess it’s my fault that you’re ‘up’, no pun intended. It’s only fair that I should give you a ‘hand’ with that; this time pun definitely intended.” She pulled the t-shirt that I had given her to wear over her head, and now stood before me as naked as I was. Crawling onto the king-sized mattress, she came up alongside me, opposite of the light, so that her figure was now also softly illuminated. Now there had been a lot of discussion around the pool about Susan’s physical attributes, as her bathing suit gave nothing away. Thus, as she sidled up, I was happy to ...

... note that I was half-wrong, as her breasts were not surgically enhanced; at least they felt totally natural to me. And, I was gratified to note that I was also half-right; she did not have a shaved mons, as I discovered when she pushed me back flat and flipped one leg over my head, so that I was face-to-face with her pussy while she started sliding her hand up and down my greased pole. I pulled her down closer, and could see and smell her previous arousal. Even in the half-lit room, the reddened, engorged condition of both her inner and outer lips was obvious. I ran my tongue between the folds, tasting her sex as she moaned. She spread her legs wider so that I could get my hands in, and I was able to open her wider so that I could get my extended tongue into her hole, and then across her clit. I alternated between these two loci; catching her nub between my teeth and then drubbing it with the tip of my tongue, then sucking on her inner lips. I was rewarded with an outflow of pussy juice. It tasted ambrosial. Because she came in already “warmed up”; it didn’t take much for me to give her a crashing orgasm. The only problem was that my oral ministrations caused Susan to momentarily lose track of what she was supposed to be doing with my erect member. But, as she came down from her sexual high, she realized that she was still gripping my rod. She resumed stroking as she said, “You know, this is too good of a hard-on to waste on just a hand-job.” Without letting go, or missing a ...