Pond Pleasures

Right now, intimacy was their mutual communication, and they understood each other very well.

He watched as she unfurled her tongue, if briefly, to wiggle it between her bust, teasing her breasts in a provocative display before returning the muscle to her mouth, licking her lips seductively. Then, she brought the hand on his cheek to his chest, joining the other, and she slid backwards to firmly place his cock between her cheeks. She rose and fell a few times, lifting off his body with a sticky sound, strands of her secretions stretching between their bodies as she stroked his member with her rump, a most unique sensation, but it was only a final bit of foreplay before she rose up to let his glans glide against her sphincter, to eventually find itself grazing along those petite labia, her vulva not exactly pronounced. He could just spy an erect clitoris peeking out beneath its hood, as the lusty frog gently teased him and herself with a slow rocking, throaty breaths leaving her and soft gasps leaving him.

Novik wasn't having any second thoughts now. He wanted this far too much, and she didn't appear to be having doubts either. Just lingering to savour the teasing feeling of his glans gently spreading those labia, exposing slick flesh between, a brighter, paler green than the rest of her skin. It was almost grey in its colour, but if nothing else, the glistening wetness made it appear quite a bit brighter.

Gods above, she was wet.

A few more rocks, a few more gyrations... and she began to sink down on his mast.

Novik rolled his head back into the grass, moaning, joining the almost hissing sounds coming from his froggy lover.

She was slick inside, between his thoroughly lubricated cock and her slippery secretions, there was little effort in penetrating her, Novik's manhood gliding with ease.

But still she was tight, and her walls squeezed around him with a precise tightness, and her walls were a bit bumpier than a human woman's, rubbing pleasingly against his delving penis.

Soon she came to rest upon his crotch with another long hiss of pleasure, taking his length with ease.

"Gods above!" he exclaimed. It was an incredible sensation he was feeling, that was for certain. Despite the lack of friction, the tightness and slickness together was its own incredible feeling, aided by the repeated clenching of her walls.

She remained impaled upon him, savouring the feeling of his rod stretching her walls, before finally starting to rise. She retreated to his glans, gyrating her hips teasingly at the apex, before dropping back down again with a soft slap, making Novik grunt at the slight increase in force.

His hands had both gone to her hips now, gently holding onto her, moving with her, but not controlling her movements, only aiding them. And simply feeling her.

Both their expressions had shifted to ones of mutual, husky pleasure, neither smiling, both deeply enjoying themselves. Soft breaths left their mouths as they started slow. Novik's cock throbbed as pre already dribbled into her depths, but he wasn't going to let himself blow too soon. He didn't with that incredible oral, and he was going to endure as much as possible this time.

He watched how she moved, scrutinising her motions with that same scholarly eye; her lower spine undulated and rolled fluidly, hypnotically, bending her innards slightly and adding another layer of pleasure, but it was her legs doing most of the work, those powerful thighs lifting her up and pulling her down with strength and precision.

He observed the way her belly moved when she bent and leaned; she had little in the way of body fat, so her stomach formed only small rolls. Her skin also seemed mildly elastic, stretching when she leaned back on occasion, whenever a particularly strong spike of pleasure coursed up her body, showing off her flexibility.

She leaned forward again and fixed him with those large eyes of hers; they were full of lust, full of pleasure. Novik wondered what she saw in his...

She was starting to get faster, the slapping growing louder and more frequent, but her fluid motions remained consistent. Sometimes she leaned left, sometimes right, sometimes undulating her body quite far to put a strong kink in her passage, making his cock grind against her walls more firmly.

He shivered, but endured. Then, she grasped one of his wrists with one of her hands, and guided his palm to one of her breasts. He got the message easily enough, and began to grope, lifting his other hand from her hip to massage the other.

They were pleasant handfuls, pliant and springy. He pressed his palms into her firm, erect nipples, rolled his thumbs over them, rubbed his index fingers against them, even gently pinched them. And he wondered what they'd be like in his mouth...

She returned the favour, reaching down to splay her hands across his chest, though she gently teased his own nipples.

He always did wonder why a man's nipples were so sensitive. One of his flings had teased them, and he discovered that it was more than a little pleasing.

His wonder was short, not wishing to squander attention on such trivial thoughts. He wanted to focus on her, on her feel, and how she was getting faster. The slapping was louder, echoing across the pond and through the trees surrounding the clearing, mixing with their moans, which were growing less breathy and more vocal each passing moment. He wondered how far they could be heard...

Then she dropped down atop of him, hands gripping the sides of his face, forcing him to let go of her breasts.

There was an intensity in her eyes, and at first Novik felt a bit of fright at the sudden move. But he could see the lust, the passion, and a smile spread across her face. He tentatively smiled back, before making a yelping sound when she sealed her lips to his in an energetic kiss.

His body jolted in panic for a split second, but the kiss was lusting, passionate, and intimate. On top of her continued riding of his cock.

His apprehension faded, and he wrapped his arms around his slimy partner, sometimes thrusting upwards into her as he started kissing back.

His hands explored her back, one sliding down her spine to caress her rump, Novik enjoying the way they felt, how they moved beneath his palm as she rolled and bounced her hips upon his manhood. His other hand explored up her body, slipping beneath her hair, feeling her shoulder blades, before gliding along her neck and back down again, coming to rest just below her shoulders.

Their lips meshed and worked together, smacking and slipping against one another. And their tongues, they mingled together. Or rather, his was overwhelmed by the prehensile dominance of hers. Her saliva was slick, just as he felt on his cock earlier, but he wasn't quite prepared for how much there was. He practically had to drink it down, obscene in of itself, but he didn't mind. It added to the eroticism.

It didn't have a particular taste to it, not all that different to the women he'd kissed over the years, not that there were many. And nothing quite as... sloppy as this.

Her tongue explored his mouth, tracing the inner walls of his cheeks, gliding around his gums and against his teeth, sliding beneath his tongue, tasting it from below as he tried to tackle and turn the tables on it. It was hopeless, but how he enjoyed trying, and her throaty murmurs and the dance of her tongue with his showed the feelings were mutual.

He could feel a pressure building in his loins, pre dribbling into her pussy at a consistent rate, but he wasn't so adamant on holding out for as long as possible now... this intimacy was incredible, passionate and lecherous.

She twisted her lips to his, and Novik got some of her ooze into his mouth. It did have a taste, odd and only vaguely sweet, but not unwelcome. It blended with her saliva, and soon the taste disappeared, but it was enough to tell Novik he wasn't going to be adverse to kissing other parts of her. Her breasts came to mind.

His hand to her back slid up and played with her hair, gently feeding those fine strands through his fingers, enjoying the way they glided against his digits. He moaned into her mouth, feeling the pressure in his loins building.

That's when she did something unexpected. Her tongue began to probe towards the top of his throat, and threatened to push down. His gag reflex was about to trigger when she backed off, breaking the kiss to give him a look. It was... checking, perhaps? Maybe she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. But also yearning, as though she wanted to do it.

Those eyes... he couldn't say no to them. And after a short debate, he wondered... what would it have felt like?

His curiosity was inflamed, and it needed to be sated.

He smiled, and nodded, and pulled himself up to start the kiss again.

She returned to the smooching with gusto, and again her tongue started to probe.

This time, Novik was prepared, and tried to relax his gag reflex. Like a living creature, her tongue was tentative, snapping back whenever his throat and the back of his tongue twitched, though the rest of its length was still luridly dancing with his own.

A few times it did this, before Novik felt his reflex calm... and bit by bit, he felt that slippery length worming its way into his throat.

He still gagged, and his eyes watered just a little, but he fought against the immediate discomfort. It was strange, sure, but the way the tongue was starting to swirl around his throat... it was something different, something unique for him.

And the more he fought his reflex, the more he breathed through his nose and kept himself calm, the more he began to like her delving tongue.

She retreated it to his mouth, letting the sticky tip tangle and coil around his own, giving him a chance to rest before sliding it back down again, this time with a bit more ease.

It had a side effect too; the pressure in Novik's loins seemed to lessen just a little, even as she continued to ride him with such erotic elegance, despite the slapping pace. With all his focus on the tongue in his throat, and concentrating on fighting his gag reflex, orgasm was staved off just that little bit longer.

But the more he got used to the tongue in his throat, the more that pressure began to build again.

'Gods above!' he thought. He'd said or thought that in some form or another numerous times now, but he didn't have anything more appropriate to express himself beyond curses or moans and grunts of pure pleasure.

He was going to cum inside her, he didn't think she was going to let him release outside. Especially not with the way she started gyrating her hips in a circular, angular manner, forcing his cock to dig into her textured walls, his glans softly scoured by her slimy folds.

He held onto her tightly now, sometimes thrusting up to meet her downwards strokes, his tongue wriggling as best it could against her wholly superior muscle. Their lips never stopped meshing and mashing together, the frog woman often twisting her head about against his mouth. Sounds of pleasure left her constantly, and he could start to feel a quiver coursing through her body.

Was she going to orgasm too?

Were they going to orgasm together?

What an incredibly intimate thing if so. It spurred him along, and he thrust more frequently, causing her to yelp but not to slow or alter her motions; she wanted it as much as he did.

They were getting faster and faster, and her tongue retreated from his gullet so it could mingle with his before their climax.

And then, the kiss broke so the both of them could release their mixed cries of pleasure, Novik groaning and the frog woman letting out a warbling shout as she slammed down onto his hips and began to shiver from tip to toe, a small discharge of clear fluids spattering against Novik's crotch, whilst his shaft throbbed potently, releasing several ropes of hot cum straight into her depths, a small jerk of his hips each time he shot a spurt into her.

Then she kissed him again, ceasing her bouncing and simply grinding her hips against his, rolling and rubbing to milk every drop, the clenching of her walls adding to the orgasmic stimulation.

Slowly though, they began to calm down, their orgasms coming to a close, their kissing becoming less heated and more intimate, until they broke the kiss again.

He gasped, taking in his first clear breath in a good minute, his body and mind awash in the afterglow as his slippery lover laid against him, her head buried into the crook of his neck. Sometimes he winced from small pecks she made to his throat, but he didn't mind, his hands starting to roam up and down her torso again, feeling her rump and playing with her hair, whilst her arms wrapped around him possessively, lovingly.

They lingered like this for a little while, Novik's dick going soft inside of her soaked pussy, though part of him honestly wished he could keep going, or do other things with her; she was incredible.

But he knew he couldn't keep going, he didn't have the energy for it.

Then, she rose from the crook of his neck, and gently traced his lower lip with a bulbous fingertip, its minor adhesiveness gently tugging on his lip as she smiled at him.

"That was... great," he said, nodding with some amount of exaggeration to get his point across.

She sat up, drawing a soft gasp of stimulation from him as her walls shifted against his member as it grew limp. She splayed her hands across his chest, and gave him a strange, knowing look. She made a chirping sound, and then pointed to her loins, before holding up three fingers.

A third round? He hoped she didn't expect him to go again, much as he wanted to.

He chuckled nervously, and then said, "Sorry, I don't think I can."

He shook his head pointedly with an apologetic look, and pointed to his chest, and breathed in an exaggerated manner to give the impression of exhaustion, as well as a fake yawn.

It seemed she understood, her head tilting and her mouth pursing open as if going 'ahhh' in understanding. But, it seemed, she had a trick up her sleeve.

She beckoned him to open his mouth, opening hers and tugging on his chin.

Confused, he opened his mouth with some hesitance, her fingers still gripping his chin.

She leaned down close, and looked him in the eyes, as if asking him to trust her.

He wasn't sure how he knew that. A gut feeling, perhaps.

He nodded, and then opened his mouth wider.

Her lips joined with his in a soft, slow kiss. Her tongue didn't invade his mouth, and her lips moved slowly.

She had her other hand to his head, gently caressing his scalp with a calming, affectionate touch.

Through it all, she made sure he kept his mouth mostly wide open.

Then he felt it.

It was slimy, and malleable, like fluid contained in some sort of sac.

At first Novik panicked, but she pushed on his head and caressed it softly, looking into his eyes. There was no malice or cruelty in them. Only reassurance. So he calmed himself, and let the sac be pushed into his mouth.

It was surprisingly sweet against his tongue. Odd and strange, but sweet and pleasant. She pushed it into his mouth with her tongue, strange gurgling noises welling up in her throat, her body gently heaving.

Was she regurgitating something into him? What for? What was it? He didn't think it something vile, not with how sweet it was and how gently it was being pushed into his mouth.

Eventually, he helped guide it into his throat, and though it was a tricky thing to swallow, its slippery sac and malleable nature, and assistance from her tongue, made gulping it down that bit easier.

Eventually, his own gulping helped it down the rest of the way, but at some point it must have split, as he felt a rush of thick liquid down into his body, though there was no real discomfort.

With... whatever it was now in his stomach where it seemed intended, she pulled back and smiled. Novik coughed a little, and wiped his mouth over, though that really didn't help much.

His whole body was pretty much lathered in her secretions.

"What... what was that?" he asked with a tilt of his head. Inwardly, he wondered why he kept asking her questions.

She only smiled and let out a throaty giggle, pressing a finger to his lips, and then to his gut, blowing him a kiss, holding up her other hand as if to say 'wait'.

So he did wait, watching as she rocked back and forth, threatening to reinvigorate his cock. If she was going to ride him again, he worried he'd hurt himself.

But after a short while, he began to feel... refreshed. The mild weariness in his limbs faded, and his breathing normalised quickly. He felt a subtle warmth in his skin, and a burgeoning vigour within him.

He felt energised, starting to brim with stamina. Not to some crazy amount, not like he'd just ingested a potion. But something close.

Most importantly, he felt like he could go again. Maybe more.

He let out a laugh, excited and vigorous.

"Gods above, I feel ready to run a mile and back!" he exclaimed, making the frog woman give a happy chirp and smile. But that mischievous, knowing look returned, and shit bit her lower lip salaciously, before turning her head towards the pond.

There, with a start, Novik spied a second face looking at them. Another green-skinned woman with large eyes and wide mouth, pretty like his current partner.

She rose from the water, and sported the same lanky, froggy physiology he'd ever so thoroughly noted on the woman atop him. This one, however, seemed a bit more curvaceous, with larger breasts and a slightly shapelier rump. Her hair was shorter, and her skin was overall a darker, greener colour, but her eyes were quite a bit brighter, staring at him with a lust he'd come to know.

Novik's first thought was to panic, but the first frog woman made a throaty warble and caressed the side of his head, and both gestured to the newcomer, and beckoned her over to them.

She looked back to Novik, and cocked her head to one side with a nod, giving him a seductive look of questioning.

'Are you up for it?' she seemed to say.

Novik rolled the thought around in his head. Then he considered what he'd just experienced. And the 'gift' she'd just fed him, giving him this surge of energy.

He debated the risks, the rewards, the possibilities of this being some long-winded trap.

And eventually, he came to a conclusion; why not?

He smiled and nodded.

"Sure. Let's do it~" he said with confidence.

His lover grinned, and then turned to look at the other, who was now moving onto the grass. The first girl slipped off him, drops of cum falling onto his member from her pussy. It wasn't completely erect again just yet, but firm enough to allow the second frog woman to straddle his hips and sit atop his cock, her labia splaying out either side of his length, feeling like a soft, lecherous 'kiss', with the barest press of her clitoris against his dick.

She gave him a devious smirk, and began to rock her hips, sliding her slimy vulva up and down his slippery dick, getting it rock hard beneath her.

Meanwhile, his first partner moved to slip his shirts, which had been rolled up beneath his shoulders as far as they could go, off his body completely. Novik didn't even complain about how sticky and soaked they were.

She laid down beside him as the second frog girl continued to grind her vulva against his length, moaning softly, tilting her hips downwards every now and then in order to more firmly grind her clitoris into his erection, giving her pleasure too.

She leaned backwards and forwards, sometimes groping herself, sometimes rubbing her clit with a bulbous fingertip.

His first partner started tracing his lips with a fingertip, gently teasing him.

In a moment of lechery, he slipped the finger into his mouth and began to suck on it, tongue swirling about the bulbous tip, slowing as he passed over the sticky pad. Her slime was as he had tasted before, so he had no qualms about doing this; pure and simple, it was for lustful fun, and the way she sighed out and smiled gave him no reason to stop.