Nite Swim

He slid his hands forward to push against the softness of her underbelly, his thumbs pressing against each side of the firm mound of flesh under his lip. He pulled back slowly, moving gently from left to right letting his tongue press this way and then that, slowly dragging over the smooth button reaching out for his touch. He felt her thighs against his cheek and ran just the very tip of his tongue up and down the length of her, stroking both sides of the opening, flirting with her clit as he stroked it twice, ever so gently. He knew from the pressure of her fingers on the back of his head that she wanted him to continue, but he wanted to look at her, he wanted to treat his eyes to the soft curling folds of skin only vaguely felt by his lips and tongue. As his tongue left her flesh he pressed his thumbs gently into her, rolling her clit back and forth through the cushion of her skin, watching as the folds of her lips moved in response to his touch.

She must have sensed his need because he heard her take a deep breath and the pressure on the back of his head relaxed. As she leaned back her weight shifted, and the full shape of her cunt seemed to emerge above the surface of the water. So like a shell closing softly on itself her lips were folded against each other, bedded down in a soft nest of dark hair. He pressed his nose against her and inhaled again, consciously screening out the acridly chemical odor of the pool, filling his lungs with the rich warmth of her. He reached his lips forward slowly, not to kiss her but to feel her with the sensitive vermillion line, to gently drag his lips back and forth over her, feeling her flesh curl open against his, feeling and tasting and smelling the rich moistness of her. His thumbs reached slowly down to hold her open, to spread her apart, and even in the semi- darkness he marveled at the rich pink-orange-red of her flesh, shiny and slick and wet. With the tip of his tongue he caressed her, tracing each lip in turn, from one end to the other so he could breathe more deeply of warm and fecund smell of her.

As he held her open he could see the shocking redness of her smaller, tighter inner lips, and he let the tip of his tongue play over them. Up. Down. Up once more. As he brought his tongue slowly down he kept reaching with it, down and out to slide over the smooth taut skin between her cheeks. He pushed his nose into her as his tongue reached down, feeling the slight bumping as he moved back and forth against her clit. Her thighs twitched with every stroke of his nose and her heels dug into his back. Slowly, back and forth he pressed into her, sensing each hair as it brushed against his eyelid, thrilling at each tiny twitch against his cheek.

She leaned back on her elbows, trying to spread her thighs even wider as he curled his tongue inside her, peeling back her inner lips then moving in maddening circles around her clit. The fullness of his tongue swept crazily inside her, one moment it was pushing against her clit, the next it was sweeping open her inner lips, piercing, probing, filling her, moving crazily this way and that but always moving, stroking, driving her higher and higher into the night sky. Her stomach began to clench tightly, over and over again, and his lips closed around her clit; she felt the suction pulling her into his mouth and over the roughness of his tongue.

She had never felt her clit so huge before, it seemed to expand inside his mouth like a ripe fruit, ready to burst in the heat of the summer sun. He flicked his tongue just once over the tip of it, and suddenly her stomach and her thighs clenched him to her, throbbing crazily over and over as she heard the breath rushing out of her lungs in a soft wailing sigh that skipped over the water before rising into the warm night air. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she sighed, somehow forcing herself not to shout. Connie looked down at this head between her thighs as she reached out to lace her fingers in his hair. "Oh god," she breathed to no one in particular, and then to him, "Oh god, yes, wait, don't move yet, oh yes oh oh oh."

Slowly she relaxed her legs, realizing that her heels were digging into his back and that her toes and feet ached from being clenched so tightly. The sudden coolness of the water against her cunt made her jump slightly, and she held his head softly in both hands, scratching lightly in the longish hair above and behind his ears, tilting his head up slightly so she could see the glimmering wetness covering his lips and chin. His eyes were open, and she watched as he gazed at the deeply crimson lips nestled in her pubic hair. His tongue snaked forward to caress her burning cunt, and then he licked her juices from his lips, rolling them over his tongue before swallowing.

As she slid her thighs off his shoulders his gaze traveled up her belly, and stopped at her breasts where faint drops of sweat caught the moonlight. She pressed her arms close to her sides to push her breasts toward him, then wriggled softly and, pressing her belly against his face, slid slowly into the water. As she felt his hair on the underside of her tits, she slowed her descent still more, rubbing her nipples down across his eyes and his cheeks, moving them gently back and forth until she could feel his lips nibbling at the stiff dark peaks. She held him tightly as his tongue lapped at her nipples, enjoying this last quiet moment as her breathing began once again finding a steady rhythm.

Finally, the roughness of the cement against her buttocks worked its way into her awareness and, still holding his warmth close to her, Connie gently nudged him back and slid more deeply into the cool water. She felt her breasts drop as his lips released her nipple, but the cool water cradling them kept her excited nipples stiff and hard -- nearly as hard as the probing flesh sliding along the inside of her thigh as she slowly slid down against his warm belly. Softly, gingerly, her lips traveled over his eyes and nose and cheeks, and when she smelled the pungent juices of her sex that coated his lips and chin, her tongue reached forward as if by instinct to lick him clean. She felt him pushing insistently against her, holding her tight to the cement, moving his rigid cock back and forth between her thighs, rubbing back and forth over her swollen lips, hot and impatient in the cool water.

Holding tightly on to his shoulder she pushed her hand against his belly, sliding it down across his tangled hair to grip his cock, pushing him back slightly as she did so. "No, no, I can't take any more after that." Her mouth covered his to quiet his protests, and she began stroking him steadily to quell his insistence. As her hand slid over his skin, however, her belly began tightening once more. It was as if her fingers had suddenly become eyes, and she explored his length from one end to the other, from the tight tangled hair to the velvet smoothness of the bulbous head. Her body took control of her hand, and she reached down to feel his balls, hard and tight and full, tucked up under his cock, the skin of his scrotum a sharp, wrinkled contrast to the smooth rigidity of his penis.

"Please," she murmured, talking into his mouth as her tongue continued stroking his lips and teeth, "please let me see you, let me look at your cock right now!"

She turned him around so he was leaning back against the edge of the pool, then slid down against him, gripping his ass in her hands to pull herself deeper until her eyes were level with his crotch. It stood straight out in the water, moving gently as the currents from her movement pushed it back and forth. In the dim light it had no color, but even under the water she could sense the heat as it throbbed and grew before her.

Still holding on to his ass she moved her cheek against it, pushing it one way and then the other, feeling the head drag across her eyes and nose as its own turgidity snapped it first in one direction, then the other in response to her relentless pushing. She dove a bit deeper and took his balls into her mouth, running her tongue over the tight sac of him, then let her tongue trace the pulsing ridge running to the tip. She opened her mouth wide to cover the head, but her lungs betrayed her just as her lips glided over the warm bulb. As she broke the surface of the water, she gasped, "God, it's . . . it's . . .. Please, sit on the ledge. I so want to taste you."

He pushed himself up quickly, and just as quickly she moved between his thighs. She ran her fingers gently along his length, holding him softly, feeling every ridge and pounding vein along its length. Slowly she reached her tongue forward, tracing just the tiny mouth at its tip, inhaling the mixed fragrance of man-scent and chlorine, feeling the heat of his flesh against her tongue. She moved her head back to watch as her fingers circled him, her thumb just barely able to meet her fingertips. As she stroked him she watched the incredibly thin skin move up and down with her movements, the foreskin seeming to grow with every stroke, the head pulsing and throbbing in her hand. She felt the heat of him against her palm deep down between her thighs. With a deep sigh she pushed his cock up against his belly, then leaned her head forward to suck his balls between her lips.

With one hand she held his cock against her cheek as her tongue pushed and stroked the tight hard sac in her mouth. The cool water splashed against her chin as she moved her head back and forth, never letting him slip from her mouth. Connie thought back to all the times her husband pulled her away from him, to roll her over on her back and mount her, huffing and grunting of his love for her as she moaned loudly in his ear, pushing against his thrusts, faster and faster until she felt him twitching inside her, then sliding out and over her thigh as he rolled off to sleep. She half expected to feel this strange man's hands pushing her head away, but instead his legs closed on her back, pulling her tight to the concrete, pressing her swollen nipples to the rough surface as he thrust himself forward, rubbing himself against her, his cock hot and hard as she rolled it over her face.

Her fingers felt the clear slick pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock, and as she stroked him she spread it over the full head, rubbing its slickness against her eyebrow and temple. She sucked on him hungrily. She pushed her tongue deep behind his balls, pushing along the smooth skin between his cheeks, feeling the hardness of his cock deep within his groin. Her moan was soft, feral, uncontrolled as it wound around his balls from deep in her throat. As her fingers began spreading his own juice along the length of his shaft, she let his balls slide out of her mouth and dragged her tongue up over him until she could taste the first hint of his salty-bitter slime. She gripped his thigh to hold herself out of the water, pushed her belly against the rough cement, and replaced her fingers with her lips, sucking hungrily on the underside of his cock, pulling him between her teeth, tasting him with her whole mouth.

Under the water she spread her legs wide, feeling the cool water dancing over her inner thighs and teasing her cunt. She pushed her belly against the hard surface, straining to rub the full mound of her pussy against it, the pressure squeezing her clit again and again. As she leaned back, her lips released his cock with a soft sucking sound. Just in front of her was his glistening cock, shiny and wet with his precum and her own saliva. She squeezed him and watched more of his clear liquid slide out of the hole before her. As she took a deep breath her hand guided the warm pulsing head over her cheeks and eyes, back and forth, until she too glistened with a coating of his juice.

She squeezed him again, pulling her hand forward, milking still more liquid from him, and the moonlight glistened on the fine silvery thread that stretched and drooped from the tiny pool of juice on his cock across the narrow space to her cheek. She pushed her tongue to him and licked his smooth head, feeling his velvety skin against the whole length of her tongue. Then, very slowly, feeling every movement in her mouth, she swallowed, squeezing the warm oily juice along her tongue and down the back of her throat. Then, still slowly, ever so gently, she pushed her lips over the end of his cock, letting him slide deeper into her mouth, feeling it growing wider until her lips closed over the ridge and onto the tight smooth plain of his foreskin.

Her eyes moved slowly up his belly, past the triangle of tangled hair, following the thin line of hair to his navel. For a moment, as she slid her lips up and down on him, she watched his belly move as he breathed, she looked deep into his muscles as they tensed and relaxed, meeting every movement of her head. Connie raised her eyes still further, studying the tiny moles and freckles scattered across his belly, moving from one hair to another on his chest, examining his nipples and the sparse hairs around them. All the time she reveled in the hot tense skin of his cock moving in and out of her mouth, felt the head pressing against her tongue and sliding against the inside of her cheeks. With each stroke of her lips she moved deeper on him, feeling his warmth sliding across the roof of her mouth, then pushing deeper into her throat, her tongue dancing over the surface to move out of his way but always stroking him.

When their eyes met she knew there was no looking away. His mouth was open as he breathed faster and faster, his tongue moving back and forth in concert with her own. His eyes told her what her lips and tongue already knew, that the spasms were starting deep in his belly and that only a few moments remained for her to savor the soft insistent pulsing of his veins against her lips. Even as her eyes watched, his eyes began to take on that mellow glaze; so intent was she on the warmth of the skin between her lips that those moments seemed to hang before her like a fine silk scarf drifting slowly downward on a cushion of warm air.

His eyes were fixed on hers as she felt the tremors at the base of his cock and opened her mouth, pulling back to let the swelling head rest on her flattened tongue. She wanted to feel his sperm shooting freely into her mouth, splashing hotly against her cheek and rolling over her tongue. As the first spasm shook him and she felt the hot, thick fluid rushing against the back of her mouth, she pressed herself against the wall, jerking back and forth as the cement pulled at her pubic hairs. As the cum boiled forth from his cock and ran over her tongue, her cunt vibrated with joy and she felt the spasm racing across her belly to join his. Instinctively she began swallowing, gulping at the thick juice, squeezing it down her throat from between her tongue and her teeth. The movement of her tongue seemed to set his cock aflame, and he spilled more and more cum into her mouth.

When her mouth could hold no more she held him so that the final spasms sent their sticky effort over her cheeks and chin. She rubbed him all over her face, smelling his smell and tasting the his bitter saltiness as it filled her mouth. Quickly she kissed and sucked at him, over and over, licking each wayward droplet from his cock, stretching with her tongue to clean any she could find clinging to his pubic hair. Like a hungry child gulping down warm pudding, she ate and ate all she could find, not knowing for sure that she would ever taste this sweet delight again.

Allen's neck and shoulders ached from being held still so long, and he wanted desperately to just close his eyes, to let his neck relax and his head drop back so he could forget the dull pain there and just feel the warmth of her lips and fingers as they moved over his skin. While he stared into her eyes, while he felt himself locked into them as they held his gaze, his attention was on the lips moving over him. He watched as his foreskin slowly emerged from her mouth, her lips stretching over it, yielding it up to him reluctantly as her tongue circled over him inside her mouth. She never blinked as she looked at him, and as much as he wanted to drop his eyes to see her hand as it squeezed him, they remained fixed on her wide dark pupils, his peripheral vision absorbing what his cock was feeling so intensely. The burning in his shoulders continued, but as if in a dream, far away, irrelevant as her lips once again slid over his foreskin and he watched her cheek swell out as his cock pushed against its smooth warmth.

His cock jumped slightly when her tongue scraped over the tip and her throat closed briefly on its bulk as she swallowed, and he felt the fingers cupping his balls slip up to feel the hard ridge behind the sac, deep between his legs. From somewhere far inside his belly he felt the tremors begin. She must have felt them too, he thought, because she gripped him tightly, holding him back for just a moment. His cock twitched in her hand, and her lips curled into an open smile as she pulled back until he could see the deeply purple head resting on her flattened tongue. His stomach tightened as she relaxed her fingers, releasing the pent-up explosion. She held him steadily as the viscous white fluid flew into her mouth, the spasm of his cock sending burst after burst against the roof of her mouth, her teeth, the insides of her cheeks. Within seconds the initial pressure subsided, but he continued spilling forth over her tongue, pooling around her teeth. She swallowed quickly, and the movement of her tongue and lips across the suddenly electric head started new spasms, reaching all the way into his belly and down to the back of his balls.

The stiffness in his shoulders was forgotten as she moved his still drooling head across her upper lip, then across her cheeks. Her fingers rolled his throbbing balls back and forth, while her other hand squeezed yet more juice out of him, covering her cheeks. Still she looked up at him, and the very intensity of her gaze seemed to draw forth yet more spasms, more cum to coat her skin. The image of her hunger for his cum brought forth even more effort from his balls, as if all the brakes placed on his passion by every lover who ever gagged were suddenly released.

He gasped when he realized he had been holding his breath, holding back as he waited for the eyes to turn away, the mouth to reject his juice. Instead, her tongue reached out tentatively, to test the sensitivity of the tip as it reached for more, licking the drops sliding over the foreskin, collecting the pool against her fingers as she continued milking him. When her eyes finally did turn away from his, they moved immediately to the end of his cock to watch as her fingers squeezed one last drop slowly out of the tiny mouth. Carefully, before it could slide over the crown to her fingers, she closed her lips gently on it, and with a soft sucking sound began nibbling him, cleaning him of this last drop and any others she could find.

He could only watch as her lips and tongue continued to move over him, sucking softly along the length of his shaft, her cheek sometimes pressing against his thigh as she pushed her face into his pubic hair, licking at him, finding every drop of his cum. When it seemed there was no more to find she leaned her cheek against his thigh, watching as his cock began to droop in her fingers. She moved her hand to cradle it, to just observe as it slowly shrank, occasionally trying to give out a feeble spasm for her, to somewhere find some more juice for her lips. "Good lord," he murmured, as he finally stretched his neck without taking his eyes from her face. "I don't think I have ever cum from so deep in my belly." He stroked a strand of hair away from her forehead, letting his fingers linger on her head, repeating the motion over and over though the hair was no longer there.