Literotic asexstories – Rough Double Team by the Pool by RonnSpreadum,RonnSpreadum
Jack and I have been buds for years. Every time one of us gets bored with our chick, we double fuck the bitch. It’s always surprisingly easy to get them on board with a double team. Usually, just a little liquor and some heavy petting gets them loosened up.
Anyway, the latest little whore is Jack’s. She’s hot as hell: about 5′ brunette with gorgeous tits and a super tight round ass. And she hits the gym most days, so she’s fit as fuck. I’m looking forward to the fun.
I’m supposedly coming over to watch a Saints game. Jack has a private backyard with a massive TV on the porch and a pool. We watch games in the pool all the time. I knock at the front door and Sarah opens it with a big smile. I immediately feel my cock twitch. She’s in a white string bikini that sets off her tan perfectly. She’s got her hair in a ponytail and I’m immediately thinking about grabbing it when my dick’s in her.
“Damn, Sarah! You look good today,” I say with a smile. I give her a hug then squeeze her left tit. She smacks my hand away but not too hard. Sarah’s always been flirty, especially when she drinks. I’m guessing Jack’s already had her on the tequila. This is going to be easy. I follow her through the house, watching her ass as her hips sway with each step. My cock twitches again.
Jack hollers at me from the pool, “Hey, man! How’s it hanging?” He is in the pool, floating around with a beer.
“Low, loose, and full of juice!” I quip back, grabbing a beer out of the six-pack I brought before I throw it in the outdoor fridge. “Anybody need anything before I get in?” I ask, pulling off my shirt and putting my cap back on.
I’m in pretty good shape. So is Jack. We’re both in our mid-30s (Sarah is in her mid-20s). We both weight-lift regularly and run on the days we don’t. I’m about 5′ 10” with light brown crew-cut hair and a short beard. Jack’s probably 6′ with short dark hair and one of those dumb porn star mustaches that are trendy right now.
Sarah has already hopped in the pool. She asks for a refill on her margarita, which I happily provide (I make it strong) before getting in. We make small talk while we “wait for the game” to start, floating around in the sun. It’s hot today, probably 90 degrees. Sarah downs her margarita fast, and Jack gets out to fix her another. We’re both nursing our beer, wanting to stay in our prime for the fuckfest.
Sarah’s ended up sitting on the side of the pool. I can’t take my eyes off her tits. They’re barely covered by the little bikini triangles and she’s sweating a little, making them glisten. She’s also clearly tipsy. She’s giggling too easily, and she doesn’t even notice when Jack stops his float by her and starts stroking her thigh. I’m watching from the other side of the pool to see how things go. Jack slides his hand further and further up her thigh, occasionally sliding up to cup her bare asscheek. Did I mention her bikini is a thong? She notices now, grinning and putting her arms behind her to lean back, showing off her tits even more.
She looks down at Jack, smiling, “You better stop that. You’ll end up with a boner and your buddy’s here!”
Jack smiles back under his cap and sunglasses, “Too late, baby! That bikini’s got me rock hard!”
She gasps, not expecting him to announce that with me here. They’re in the shallow end and he’s half squatting so he’s shoulder deep in the water. He pulls her by the legs off the side of the pool. She slides in with her legs around him and ends up straddling him. I have no doubt he’s pressing his hard-on against that little white bikini triangle. He puts his face into her tits and grabs the bikini with is teeth and pulls.
She squeals, “Jack! Brad is here. Stop it!”
“I’m sure his dick’s hard too, you little slut,” Jack tells her. Again, she’s shocked. Not because he called her a slut. Jack’s told me how much she loves it when he talks shit to her when they fuck. She’s just shocked he’s doing it with me here.
I swig my beer, smile, and wave, “I’m just here to have some fun.”
Sarah frowns a little, confused by my ambiguous response. She starts to try to climb off Jack but he holds her in place, grinding his cock on her through their suits.
“Come on baby,” he says quietly, “just relax a little.” She looks back and forth between us a few times clearly unsure of what exactly is happening. But I look totally relaxed, which reassures her nothing too crazy is happening, and the tequila and the cock pressed against her is clearly starting to have the intended effect. She finally closes her eyes and starts to enjoy Jack grinding against her.
Jack keeps it up for a minute, then he grabs the bikini string behind her neck with his right hand and pulls the knot loose. The little triangles fall, revealing perfect triangular tan lines and gorgeous pink nipples about the size of a silver dollar. Her eyes fly open and, again, she looks at me. I just sip my beer and smile again behind my own hat and sunglasses.
Jack says, “Brad needs to see your perfect tits, baby. I’m just showing you off.” Then he takes her left breast in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her tit. She somehow manages to gasp and sigh at the same time. She settles faster this time, closing her eyes again as he keeps sucking her tit. She reaches up with her right hand and holds her right breast, squeezing her nipple a little. She’s clearly getting turned on: her nipple is erect. My cock is now at full attention in my swim shorts. I’m going to need in on the action soon but not until she’s a little more carried away.
Abruptly, Jack sets her back up on the side of the pool. She’s startled and grabs her tits, like she’s trying to cover up after letting Jack grind on her and suck her tits right in front of me. Jack laughs and tells her it’s too late for that. Then he tells her to go get us some more beer. Again, she looks slightly confused but the tequila’s got her loose. She shrugs and goes to the fridge. As she’s going, Jack climbs out of the pool and grabs his towel. He half-ass dries his chest off. He’s clearly got a raging boner in his board shorts. Sarah comes back with the beer and hands him one. He thanks her and tells her to bring me mine. She walks over to my side of the pool, tits bouncing as she steps. I flash a big smile and say thanks, obviously staring at her breasts. She flushes under her tan and walks back toward Jack. He has sat down on a pool lounger. It’s a sturdy wood one with a cushion. He didn’t choose it by accident. He’s holding a can of sunscreen.
“Come here, baby. We don’t want those titties getting burned!” Sarah walks up to him. He stands up, spraying sunscreen into his palm and then rubbing it onto each of her breasts. “In fact, we wouldn’t want you getting burned at all!” He turns her around and has her lay back on the lounger. More sunscreen goes in his palm and he kneels down next to her. He rubs his hand together and then starts to rub the oily sunscreen on her body. Again, she looks at me before shrugging it off again and closing her eyes. “That’s it, bitch. Just fucking enjoy it,” Jack mummers. She smiles and sighs. I can see how much she likes him to talk shit. I let myself drift to their side of the pool so I have a better view.
Jack keeps massaging sun oil into her shoulders, her tits, her stomach, up and down her legs, and finally closer and closer to her cunt. Finally, her pulls her thong aside and slides his hand over her pussy.
She jumps a little, “SHIT, Jack! What are you doing? Brad….” But she doesn’t push his hand away and she doesn’t try to get up.
“I can fucking see Brad. Now shut up,” Jack responds. Then he pushes his index finger into her pussy. She gasps and relaxes back into the chair. Jack looks over his shoulder at me and nods. I climb out of the pool and dry off a little. Sarah’s eyes are closed again. I pull my shorts off, relieved to finally get my boner out of them. I walk around the chair and up toward Sarah’s head. I can see Jack’s got two fingers in her now. He’s stroking her pussy with his left hand and caressing her tits with his right. I am standing at the head of the lounger about 3 feet from Sarah, in nothing but a hat and sunglasses, my hard cock bobbing in the hot sun. I clear my throat and Sarah’s eyes fly open again.
“FUCK, Brad! What the fuck are you doing? Jesus fucking Christ!” she exclaims.
“God damn it, Sarah. Don’t be a cunt. He’s waiting for you to suck his cock. I told him how good you are at it,” snickers Jack. Sarah is staring straight at my cock, clearly conflicted. She wants it but still isn’t sure about me and Jack at the same time. She looks down at Jack, who has never stopped playing with her pussy. He smiles and nods, moving around to the foot of the chair. He kneels between her legs, spreading them wider so she’s now straddling the chair. He uses his left hand to pull her thong over further and takes his right thumb and presses it into her cunt slightly before sliding it up and over her clit. She shudders and looks back at my cock. I step forward so I’m inches from her face. She hesitates a moment, then reaches up to stroke me. I smile and push my hips toward her. She opens her mouth and takes the tip of my cock between her lips and sucks gently, her hand moving down to stroke my balls.
“Fuuuuuuuck, you are a good little cock sucker,” I sigh. I watch as she takes me deeper, reaching around with her other hand to grab my ass and pull me toward her. I put one leg up on the lounger, letting me push my dick toward her better. I look down. Her brown body is glistening with sweat and sunscreen. Jack is working her cunt over with his hands, sliding three fingers in and out of her and thumbing her clit. His back shines with sweat from his effort. Her pussy is sopping wet: I can hear the squelch each time Jack shoves his fingers in her. She starts to groan. She’s getting ready for the first of what will no doubt be many orgasms. I watch as Jack stops and plunges his face into her soaking cunt, sucking her pussy lips and tonguing her clit. She groans louder around my cock and starts to pull back, getting to ready to cum.
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