He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation as he squeezed both of her breasts with open palms. That soft, slippery, springy texture felt more valuable than gold to him. After all, Andre didn’t think about gold all day long.
Andre snapped back into focus as Aimee let out a long moan, and he suddenly remembered his instruction, guiding his thumbs over Aimee’s wide areolas and brushing them over the rigid points of her nipples.
She gasped and moaned louder, as if caught by surprise by the faint touches.
Within a few minutes, Aimee’s moans were drowned out by those of Liv, who Andre noticed was writhing and twisting in Jake’s arms just a few feet to the right. Jake’s head was tucked down next to Liv’s, his big hands manipulating and massaging Liv’s slippery breasts and lightly tweaking her nipples as her face was transported in ecstasy.
Andre was so distracted by the sight of Liv’s creamy tit flesh springing and shifting under the weight of Jake’s hands, he almost lost his grip on Aimee as she started to heave into a full body spasm, widening her mouth into a silent scream. An abrupt moan escaped her and she gasped, opening her eyes only to roll them back into her head.
It felt like another minute passed before her body stopped twitching and her breath started to become even again. Andre waited until he was sure she was finished before he gently pulled her back off the jet.
AIMEE
Aimee felt like the luckiest girl in the world as she pulled her head above the water.
She savored the dopamine bath that flooded her veins, now in the afterglow of her second orgasm of the day. And these weren’t the impatient little sneeze-gasms she was used to. They were knockouts.
Clearing her head, she stood and turned back toward Andre, who had so lovingly cradled her into bliss.
Her delirium suddenly hardened into determination. She wanted — needed — to make him feel something like the way she felt.
“Very good,” Aimee said, catching her breath as she waded toward the steps of the jacuzzi. “Onto the next item in our agenda. I just need to grab something real quick.”
The boys looked puzzled when she brought back a pair of pillowcases.
“These aren’t exactly maximum security handcuffs, but they should get the job done,” she said. “First, we want you two guys to come up and sit on the ledge.”
Andre’s rock-hard prick sprung out of the water and bounced playfully as he propped himself out of the water. Aimee caught a glimpse of Jake’s penis as he stood before turning his back and sitting on the ledge in front of her. It looked like it was puffed up but not fully hard yet.
Just how I want it, she thought as she tied the pillowcase around Jake’s wrists behind his back, taking a moment to enjoy the muscled ripple of his hairy forearms before moving on to similarly bind Andre.
Aimee took a deep breath as she dipped back into the tub between Jake’s trembling knees and took in the sight of his swelling member, now at her eye line. He looked so vulnerable up there, exposed to the breeze and hands behind his back, while Aimee sank her body into the soothing heat of the water.
She was going to savor this.
Aimee glanced over to Liv, who was already tracing her fingertip around the circumference of the puffy bell-shaped tip of Andre’s penis that now pointed directly into her face as she kneeled in the water. Liv looked hypnotized.
“I meant it when I said you have a beautiful penis, you know,” Liv said gently, looking up at him. Andre already looked like he was in pain. Aimee almost felt bad for him — she had no idea if he was accustomed to being edged like this. He might be in for some agonizing waiting.
Aimee turned back to Jake, settled down between his knees and took his veiny member in both hands, running her thumbs over the velvety skin of his glans as she studied the delicate skin of his circumcision scar.
She looked up to see his waiting expression, eyes wide, lips slightly apart.
“So when’s the last time a woman other than Emily sucked this cock?” Aimee kept her eyes locked on Jake as she leaned down and sucked the swelling tip in and out of her mouth, getting a feel for how the crown of his penis slid past her lips.
“Uh,” Jake let out an awkward half-moan, half-laugh. “Long time.”
She closed her eyes and sucked the entire warm member into her mouth, swishing her tongue back and forth on its underside. There was really nothing like the singular intensity of a cock getting gradually harder in Aimee’s mouth. She brought her hand to Jake’s pubic bone and slowly pulled away, intensifying the suction, savoring the feeling until it released from her mouth with a loud pop.
She studied the organ again now that it was fully hard. She tightened her grip around it, feeling Jake’s quickening heartbeat through the spongy tissue. So warm, so smooth. Without thinking, Aimee closed her eyes and rubbed the shaft against her cheek, letting out a soft, dreamy moan.
She opened her eyes and found herself face-to-face with the mesmerizing wrinkles of Jake’s scrotum. She looked back up at him.
“Do you like your balls touched?” Aimee asked him, still idly stroking his cock.
“Oh, definitely,” Jake sighed. “Could you, um…lick them from the bottom? Like long, flat licks?”
“Like thith?” She asked, lifting his penis to find his perineum with the tip of her tongue. She firmly pulled her tongue upward, enjoying the feeling of his balls rolling to each side of her tongue under the pressure she was providing.
“Uggggh, yes,” Jake moaned, rocking his head back.
Aimee repeated the motion slowly, deliberately, as she glanced over to Liv a few feet away. Liv was giggling as she swirled and fluttered her tongue over the deep-red tip of Andre’s cock, seeming to delight in his agony.
Liv cradled her head on Andre’s thigh as she slowly stroked him, admiring the smooth tan skin of his long member. Her gaze settled past the pulsing rod and onto Aimee, who was still licking.
“Do you like your balls touched?” Liv asked sweetly, turning her head up to Andre as her lips brushed against his cockhead.
“Not really,” he said with a tremble in his voice. “They’re too sensitive.”
“OK well, tell me what you like,” Liv said, springing up out of the water and wrapping her arms around his waist. Then she grabbed his cock and started tracing the tip around her right nipple. “Describe to me the best blowjob you’ve ever had. I’ll try to match it.”
Andre inhaled sharply. “Mmm, that’s one thing you can do,” he sighed. “Involve your boobs a lot. Aside from that, for me it’s all about suction and pressure. Variation of speed and intensity.”
“Hmm, I don’t think my titties are quite big enough to wrap all the way around your big cock,” Liv said pensively, sliding his rigid shaft into the alley between her pert breasts. She looked up at him with a smirk. “I bet you wish you could reach out and touch them, don’t you?”
She leaned back with her arms wide and gave her chest a gentle shake as a wiggle reverberated through her bouncy tits. Andre threw his head back and groaned.
Liv gave him a sympathetic look. Maybe he’d suffered enough. “I’ll see what I can do on the suction front, though.”
With that, Liv sank her head and unceremoniously disappeared Andre’s cock into her mouth. Her lips pressed tightly around his meat and her cheeks caved in as she slowly moved her head in and out, slurping hard as air escaped in pockets.
Andre gasped. He hunched, squinted and let out a halting moan.
A giggle escaped Aimee as she spectated Andre’s reaction. Was he going cross-eyed?
She felt pride for her two younger friends as they learned how to unlock such intense pleasure. Then she turned her head back to the veiny flesh pipe in her hand, which she had been idly massaging with slow, twisting strokes as her attention had drifted.
Even when she had enjoyed it, Aimee had always regarded sucking dick as something of a chore, to be finished expeditiously before jaw fatigue sets in. But Liv’s goofy buildup made Aimee want to try her own hand at teasing.
Aimee locked onto Jake’s wide-eyed face and maintained eye contact as she lowered to his lap and widened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and waggling it back and forth inside a dopey smile. Suddenly feeling playful, she tapped his warm, velvety tip against the bridge of her nose and crossed her eyes to try and focus on it. Her tongue, still sticking out, fluttered against the underside of his shaft.
Now pressing Jake’s cock against her lips, Aimee kept flicking and swirling her tongue in every direction. She moved her mouth up on his member until she found herself face-to-face with a pearl of pre-cum swelling at his dickhole. Aimee dipped the tip of her tongue into the bead of moisture and swirled it around his smooth red helmet head as she hummed delightedly.
She lifted her head and smacked her lips together, staring thoughtfully over Jake’s shoulder, as she tapped her finger on the tip of his cock.
“Hmm, a little oaky,” she said, maintaining her pensive face as she lowered it back down and suckled the tip of Jake’s cock. She pretended to ignore his sharp intake of breath as she studiously glided her tongue over his frenulum and pursed her lips for a gentle suction, studying his flavor before resurfacing with a gentle pop.
“Salty, a little musty, with a bitter finish but also a hint of sweetness,” Aimee said flatly, turning back to look at Jake’s flushed face. “Did you eat the fruit salad at dinner tonight?”
She didn’t wait for his response. Instead, she brought her mouth back down to his cock, like she was determined to find the answer herself. She sealed her lips into a vacuum around his tip then started to suck him deeper, gripping the bottom of his shaft with her right hand while she gently massaged his balls with her left.
Jake let out a deep, guttural groan. The sound was like an electric charge feeding Aimee’s energy and determination as she slowly widened her jaw and fed Jake’s throbbing cock deeper into her mouth, wriggling her head from side to side to ease its passage. She suddenly gagged and coughed as she resurfaced, looking back up to Jake with giddy exuberance as a torrent of thick drool spilled from her mouth.
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