From The Pool to The Pool Table

From The Pool to The Pool Table From The Pool to The Pool Table

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Genre: True Confessions

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Status: Finished

Genre: True Confessions

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A trip to the pool turns into an intense time at his house.

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Summary

A trip to the pool turns into an intense time at his house.

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Submitted: June 06, 2014

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Submitted: June 06, 2014

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We had just walked in his front door, he went off into some other room, muttering something about his neighbors. I followed idly, not quite thinking about anything but his voice. I had just gotten to the entryway of his kitchen when he turned back to look at me. My heart stopped and I froze. It was times like this I remembered how impossibly gorgeous he was. His smooth tan skin stretched tight over the thick swelling bands of muscle in his arms and chest, his heavy eyebrows contrasting against those incredible blue green eyes, and the sharp angular lines of his jaw and cheeks. I heard my breath catch and he smiled like he heard it too. He took one long step and filled the space between us. His eyes, like some feral predator, were fixed on my lips. I couldn't bear it any longer; I wrapped my arms around his hulking shoulders, he reached out and pressed me against him at exactly the same moment and we collided hard, his lips pressing down against mine. He wasn't much taller than me, but I still had to stretch up on my toes to kiss him fully. This was easy, natural. It wasn't anything we hadn't done before. But there was some new urgency I felt in the set of his mouth, in the ferocity of his hands grabbing by stomach, my back, and any small piece of clothing he could get his hands on. I broke away first, setting my phone and keys down on the pool table to my right. He smiled a brilliant two rows of well-kept shiny teeth and wrapped his arms around me again. This time, lower. His arms rested right above my ass, very low on my waist. A few minutes passed with us standing together, pressed into one another, feeling each other with our mouths. He lifted my left leg onto his hip and the way he held it securely against him told me he wanted both my legs wrapped around him. Without skipping a beat, I jumped lithly into his arms, my feet loosely interlocked behind him. He carried me over to the pool table and sat me down on the edge, both my legs spread on either side of his. He stood between them, cradeling my face in his strong, weathered hands. My back was arched considerably to match the curve of his torso leaning over me. One of my hands was making it's way into his hair, while the other was behind me, on the table, holding me up against his body weight. Some part of me wandered if he was going to lay me back on the pool table and fuck me right there. Excited by the thought, I broke away, letting my hands find their way down his muscualr chest and unbuttoning his thin white shirt. "So many buttons." He chuckled, breathlessly. I was almost done when he decided he'd unbutton me too. I had anticipated this and only buttoned mine once over my swimsuit, he happily noticed the one button and had my thin sheer coverup off in no time. I couldn't have cared less, at the moment, all that I was looking at was his body. The sharp, defined planes of his muscular shoulders and the swell of the muscles in his abdomen. I thought I might faint. His lips were back on mine, but I continued to feel his strong back with my hands, his shoulders, his chest. His hand pulled my swimsuit tie around my neck, and the strings fell down onto my slightly burned shoulders. He pulled one of my breasts out of my top and unclipped the back, setting my white lacey swimsuit top carefully onto his pool table. He turned his attention to my breasts, then. Fondling them, cupping them in his hands. I stretched back, giving him a better view, and letting my head tilt back. He bent down a bit to suck my nipples forcefully. My hand grabbed his head, pushing him closer to me. I could feel myself getting wet. Then, something loud and startling. The unmistakable sound of a screen door opening. He pulled me gently off the table and sat me on the couch quickly. My eyes wide and confused, I grabbed the balnket and held it over my naked chest. He stared, surprised and annoyed into the kitchen. I heard a light male voice on the other side "Dude, are you going to the pool or what?" the voice asked. I couldn't help but gigglle at what he did next. He strode over to the pool table, picked up my swim top and held it up infront of him, showing the roommate with a funny look of annoyance on his face. "Ohh, sorry!" the voice chuckled and then I heard the screen door slam shut. He walked back over to me, his eyes huge from the surprise, but a playful smile still visible on his face. He laid down on top of me, careful as not to crush me with his weight, and kissed me full on the mouth. It was so forecful, my body picked up right where it had left off. I rolled over on top of him, stradling his waist grinding my hips down onto his. His hands were everywhere, on my back, on my chest, on my neck. My hair had become a lion's mane from the humidity and his hands working through it, and it kept making it's way in between us. In a very sweet gesture, he pushed my hair out of my face and kissed me gently. I bit his lip, making him jump slightly and something underneath me pressed against my jeans. I stood up, pulling off my damp, tight jeans shorts. He assisted me, pushing them roughly down. Both of us standing up, he pulled off my swim bottoms and I pushed my finger into his shorts, but he did the rest. This was new. This was the first time I had ever been fully naked infront of him, and him infront of me. I stradled his waist again, this time he held my hips down close to his and dry humped my slowly, diliberately, and so fucking perfectly. My breathing was coming out rough and ragged and I was grinding my hips so far down onto his, my joints felt as if they were going to snap apart. He reached his left hand down in between us and massaged my clit, making me jerk and grow a little wetter. I let out a small moan, barely audible to me. But immediately his pace picked up and my libido was climbing fast. I was moaning and whining and begging, he was smiling faintly the whole time, knowing exactly what I wanted and just how to give it to me. He slipped two fingers inside me, flicking them slowly, pushing against my walls. I felt like I was dripping down his abs, which I probably was. I fucking loved it. I kissed his neck, desperate to catch a breath. But no, of course not. He flicked rapidly, jamming his fingers against the walls of my small, tight, and soaking wet pussy. Fucking me with his long and strong fingers. I could feel myself getting closer and closer and I was clawing my fingernails down his back. I felt somewhat guilty to scratch such perfect, flawless skin, but got over it quickly as I was brought to the most incredible climax of my sexual life. I burried my head into his neck, which smelled like cologne and sweat. I pulled myself off of him to check the time on my phone. Completely and blissfully unconcerned with the fact that I was butt-naked, I walked back over to him, sprawled out on the sofa, and kneeled beside him on the floor.  I layed my arms across him chest and looked him in the eye. "What do you want?" I asked, drawing my index finger down his cheek slowly. "Surprise me." he winked. "I've never been good at surprises. " I mused, twirling his chest hair between my fingers. "I've never been good at commands." he countered. Always so witty, I thought idly. I thought for a moment, searching my brain for something equally witty as well as sweet and sexy. "Ask nicely." I whispered, leaning into him. Something flashed behind his eyes and he pulled my hair on top of my head. I scooted down a bit and held his dick in my hand, stroking it a few times before bending my head over it. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked. I went up and down slowly, getting all of his dick wet and ready. With one hand, I cupped his balls and massaged them gently. Suddenly, his other hand grabbed my hair and he held my head forcefully in place as he pushed his hips up off the couch and fucked my mouth so fast I was losing my breath quicker than usual. I had to pull away to breathe. I swept my hair back and kicked up his abs and chest. His hand grabbed my left leg, I was still kneeling on the floor, and he pulled my knee up to rest on the side of the couch. Then, he slipped two fingers back inside me, keeping a slow and steady rythym. I bent back over him and sucked harder and faster this time. He pulled my hair back up, as to see my face. I looked at him sideways, making sure he was looking. He was. I turned my head to look him in the eyes and opened my mouth around his dick, swirling my toungue around the head of his cock. He inhaled deeply and his fingers went off inside me. It felt as if he we ripping me apart, I could hear the wet sloshing, as he fingered my tiny hole as hard as he could. My thighs were trembling uncontrolably and my pussy was dripping wet. I came again and screamed. "That's it," I said, standing up. "You have to fuck me now. I strandled his waist, and lowered myself onto his cock. Slowly, his throbbing dick filled me up and I bounced. His hands pushed me back down onto him and I could feel the drops of sweat dripping down my back. With every pump, he hit my G-spot. I was practically crying with the immense amount of pleasure I was feeling. He grabbed my tits and pumped harder into my wet pussy, as hard as he could he thrust into me. I hit and climaxed, nearly falling off of him. He came, sending a small spray of cum over my tits and stomach. We collapsed. His heart thudding underneath me calmed me down. I had to get up and get dressed, it was time to go back to reality. He escorted me out, leaving me with a sweet kiss on the lips and the numb, slow walk of a girl who just had the shit fucked out her.


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