From where Kylie was sitting she had a perfect view up between Lucy’s legs of her sister getting penetrated; half grossed out, half highly aroused by the once never expected sight. She wondered if she should somehow join the action but decided to give Lucy first go.
Things got hotter as Kylie watched Lucy put her hands on Matt’s butt and encourage him to start vigorously thrusting. Now Kylie watched as Matt’s butt rose and fell while his shaft pistoned in and out of Lucy’s vagina.
Matt, at the centre of all this action, and simply obeying Lucy’s silent instruction to nail her, had his own concerns. In a way he wished the whole thing could have happened in a more facilitious location. It wasn’t often he got Lucy in this mood. He would have preferred it in a comfortable and private bed, instead of on hard tiles with Kylie looking up his butt. But that was a minor concern compared with the sexual activity itself.
He knew this missionary position wasn’t going to hit Lucy’s erogenous points in a way that would give her an orgasm and she was gripping him way too tight for him to last long. And yet, Lucy’s inflamed passion suggested this was not the time to stop and start all over in a better position.
Lucy was moving about under him like a woman possessed. Thrashing about as she rubbed her body against Matt’s, rubbing her breasts on his chest and her hands all over his body, she was determined to make the most of this temporary relief from her sensory limitations. Aware herself that the angle of Matt’s thrusting was far from perfect, she started throwing her hips up to try and present him with an angle that would stimulate her clit and g spot.
Matt, instead guessed that she was trying to get him to roll over so she could be on top, and with his situational awareness completely blanked out by dealing with Lucy’s inflamed needs, sought to comply; momentarily oblivious to the narrowness of the tiled space between the table and the edge of the pool.
It was only after his elbow failed to make contact with any surface that Matt realised his error. By then his momentum and the absence of any firm surface to reverse the turn against meant it was too late.
The couple, still in a state of full copulation, rolled into the pool; Matt underneath, Lucy on top.
It wasn’t the first time the narrow path had meant the pool had a couple enter it mid-coitus and like last time, with them both well familiar with being tumbled in the surf, there was no sense of panic. Matt got his feet on the bottom and with just a push of his hand, managed to tilt them upright; letting them stand up and quickly break the surface.
The fall and emersion had done nothing to cool Lucy’s needs. She broke the water still kissing Matt and rubbing her nipples against his chest; almost bouncing up and down on his cock to compensate for Matt’s momentary distraction from the obligation to pound her.
Matt pushed her back against the pool wall, causing Lucy to wrap her legs around his waist and really go to town bouncing on him. Matt took the hint and started thrusting hard and fast from underneath, taking over from where Lucy left off. But for Matt, it was all too much.
Lucy’s tight grip on him had taken him to the edge. With a loud grunt, he came; pulse after mind blowing pulse of his climax empting his cum into Lucy’s body. Matt would have been quite happy to leave his manhood immersed in Lucy’s body. But he knew he had to finish her too.
He lifted her higher on his body until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her breasts were right in the line of his vision; but in the process had released his softening manhood into the pool. Now with one arm around her back to support her, Matt first used his free hand to brush the triangles of her bikini top off her breasts, then slightly twisted his body to open up a gap and slid his hand between their bodies to finger her while sucking her nipples. Lucy supported herself by wrapping her hands around his head, kissing the top of it as she felt the delightful sensation of being triple stimulated as Matt tickled up her clit and g spot while playing her nipples.
Lucy completely filled Matt’s vision. Her delightful body was for that moment everything in Matt’s existence as he delicately stimulated her highly aroused erogenous zones, raking the front wall of her vagina with three fingers while his thumb played against her clit and his lips and tongue delighted themselves against her sexually provocative nipples and breasts.
Lucy’s moans filled his ears; not loud, not screams but deeply seated moans of pleasure and satisfaction as her breathing became ever more intense. Matt thought every moment would be the last before her orgasm overwhelmed her. But instead it kept building; building to an intensity that communicated itself to Matt so completely that he found his own arousal triggered again, a stiff erection pushing its tip into the underside of Lucy’s thigh.
Lucy’s body was quivering in his grasp of her, shaking Matt in turn; disturbing the water around them and causing ripples to fan out from them and travel to the ends of the pool.
In those final moments Lucy’s moans became louder. No longer merely a way of sharing her pleasure with Matt, they were broadcast to the world which became, as she climaxed, a cry; a cry of release, of a pleasure that permeated her whole body and overwhelmed her brain. Her legs tightened crushingly around Matt’s waist as he felt her contractions tighten around his fingers as he kept stimulating her.
As, eventually, the peak of her orgasm passed, Lucy unwrapped her legs from Matt’s waist and slid down his body to bring her face to his; passionately kissing him as she caressed his body with her hands; grinding her mons against the erection that bisected Matt’s lower stomach.
This was a Lucy that Matt had never seen. Maybe glimpses of it last time she got drunk, but there was a purpose this time that added a deeper colour to it.
It almost surprised him that she hadn’t repenetrated him to start all over again.
As the extreme of Lucy’s passion slowly burned itself out, she pulled her head back from Matt’s face…
“I’ll tell you what. How about I finish dinner while you fuck Kylie?”
Matt’s jaw almost dropped into the pool.
With Kylie right behind her, watching proceedings, and Lucy half turning her head towards Kylie to make her point, to say it shocked Matt was an understatement. That’s not to say it didn’t address an issue. Normally something like this would develop into a threesome. It was unusual that Kylie hadn’t tried to join in the event. But Matt, and probably Lucy, recognised that Kylie had left Lucy to enjoy her momentary relief from her sensory limitations. In a way, by rights, it was her turn.
But it is not every day that a guy gets told by one woman that he should now go and fuck another. It was an adjustment that Matt was far from completing.
Matt looked up at Kylie, his view from the pool being one of her sitting, facing towards them with her legs just far enough apart for him to have a good view of the gusset of her bikini pants. It took only a nano-second for him to notice the projection of her nipples and a certain damp stain in the gusset where her swollen labia were clearly displayed through the tightly fitted material before he looked up at her face.
With pursed lips, she nodded her agreement, pointing to the sunlounge on the other side of the pool. As Kylie stood up to walk around the pool, Lucy bounced backwards onto the edge of the pool, leaving Matt to swim across it to where the lounge was.
As Matt bounced out of the pool on the other side, Kylie was already sitting on the edge of the lounge, staring at his exposed erection as he stood in front of her…
“You’re all wet.”
“Yep, that’s what happens when you end up in the pool. Is that a problem?”
Matt reached forward and cupped her breast, the water on his hands quickly permeating the material of the bikini top and soaking it. Kylie reached out, circled his erection with her fingers and ran them down it before pulling his swimmers down his legs…
“We’ll soon find out.”
Matt undid the ties of her bikini top and removed it, then encouraged Kylie to lie back on the lounge to let him slide her pants off too before lying next to her now naked body and embracing it…
“Is this OK.”
“A bit cool, but I’m sure you can make me hot soon enough.”
Kylie was already aroused by the show that Matt and Lucy had put on. No sooner had she rolled on top of Matt than she had him penetrate her.
The sex, in a reverse missionary position, was nothing radical, but the orgasm it all too quickly gave Kylie satisfied for the moment the yearnings that watching Matt fuck Lucy had given her. And while it stirred up her sexual desires again, she also found a deep emotional satisfaction from the close body contact position that Matt adopted when he, now on top, thrust himself to his own orgasm.
She always found there was something special in having Matt fuck her; at least compared to previous boyfriends. Maybe it was his technique, maybe something to do with his ripped lifesaver’s and surfer’s body.
Matt had taken a while to get there, even though Kylie had put a moderately firm grip on his manhood. But that had just given Kylie all the more time to savour and enjoy the sex with him, even if it wasn’t going to give her another orgasm. And there was something in the deep groan he made as he climaxed that conveyed to Kylie a satisfying message that he’d had a good one.
Matt had been in no hurry to either withdraw his still firm shaft from Kylie, or to get off her; instead nuzzling her cheek as he supported his weight over her with his elbows and knees.
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