The Good Kind Of Drowning

Rainie moved her arms up and down Tom's back, sliding her wet arms against his wet muscles, sliding the bottoms of her feet against the back of his wet legs. "Oh my god, oh my god," she kept repeating, filling the pool hanger with her declarations, and the boy hadn't even started fucking her.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm loud. Is it okay? Oh my god, oh god, oh god."

Tom put his hand on her neck and pull her close. "It's okay, baby, it's just fine. Don't censor yourself at all. Be just as loud as you want, I really like it."

"Oh god, oh jesus, oh my god." Her wet breasts bounced against Tom's wet chest, the water splashing between them. "It's perfect, it's fucking perfect. You're so deep inside me. Fuck me, please, so hard. Oh please fuck me now. Make love to me."

The engorged cock inside Rainie's creamy hole began to piston up and down. At the height of her ecstasy, Rainie was as turned on by the smooth fucking as by the slapping together of the rest of their slippery skin. She felt like they were fucking with their entire bodies, tongues whipping around, tummies rubbing in a circle, Tom's hands trying to grab her ass but sliding lusciously again and again.

"Oh my god, oh oh oh oh, god, ah, ah ah ah ah, oh, o-- oh yeah, god, oh Tom..." Rainie kept muttering, unable to shut up even as she licked Tom's damp cheeks and mouth and chin and ears. She wanted to drink him like a glass of sperm and spit. She wanted to explode against him and he against her, until they were one big puddle diffusing in the pool waters.

With that thought, her first orgasm arrived. Usually when she came, her muscles tensed up, her pussy froze and she rode out the blast. This time though, she felt no tension whatsoever, just a wash through her body like a flame from a furnace, forcing her to sweat even underwater. Her pussy did not grip Tom's cock because it couldn't; her walls had simply produced too much cream, and her muscles could not stop the continued assault. Rainie couldn't even use her hands to hold onto Tom's body. He had to grab her to keep her from dipping under the surface.

When the orgasm ended, Rainie still felt Tom inside her, but he'd stopped moving.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Do you need me to stop?"

Rainie knew that Tom was asking if she had become too sensitive from her orgasm to keep having sex. She had friends with that condition, and obviously Tom had been with girls who reacted the same way. But Rainie was a masturbation pro, and one of her first assignments to herself when she first realized she enjoyed orgasming was to produce multiples, which she did constantly. Tom had nothing to fear.

"Don't stop," Rainie begged. "Don't stop fucking me."

Tom pounded against her crotch with his own, embedding the cock deep inside her.

"OH my god, oh GOD, oh yeah," Rainie began again. "Tom... Tom..." she cried, trying to catch her breath, "are you close, baby? Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm about to." He eased up to let her speak.

Rainie panted, "I want to be underwater when you do. Fuck me until I come underwater. Fuck me hard and fast."

"Are you sure?" Tom asked, concerned. "Can you hold your breath that long?"

"We'll find out," Rainie said. "Oh god, that feels so good. Oh my god. Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck me hard."

"I'll fuck you hard, Rainie."

They held each other motionless for a moment. Rainie felt her chest move against Tom as it rose and fell with each breath. Then, she took one last deep one and went under the waves. With one hand she held Tom's arm, and with the other she pinched her nose together. She kept her eyes closed, since there was nothing to see in the dark.

Her ears discovered a new world, full of bass tones and the deep, continuous sound of sharp crashes. Before she even had a chance to listen, the beast between her legs started fucking her again. Tom didn't just pound her, he moved so fast he almost vibrated. Rainie allowed her leg muscles to go limp, and she let go of Tom's arm. All that held her up was Tom's hands on her sides and the pole inside her. She virtually willed the orgasm to arrive, and it did so with magnificent speed. As her muscles twitched and shivered, they sent tiny eddies all across her body, whipping up and down her flesh under the water. Her breasts flowed through the water like jelly, and her hair spun all around her face like a swarm of serpents.

Rainie tried to hold onto Tom's cock with her pussy muscles, but she knew she was dripping far too much juice. Yet Tom did not pull out. Instead, he pushed very hard into her one last time, and then Rainie felt his body shivering as hers had. He was emptying his seed into her, and his hands grabbed her tightly.

At the first moment that Rainie's orgasm subsided, she released the air in her chest. Only about forty seconds had passed since she first went under, but that was enough to strain her lungs. Once Tom saw the bubbles, he pulled Rainie up to the surface. Rainie emerged with a sharp inhaling gasp. Rather than feeling frightened by the sensation of drowning, she actually wanted to go back down.

"God, god, god, god," Rainie muttered, "Oh Tom, oh god, that was so great, it was so great. Oh my, oh, oh." Tremors of climax continued to pulse through her.

"That was amazing," Tom said.

He held Rainie with arms that seemed more limp than before. Tom's hard cock pressed against her leg. Soon Rainie was breathing normally again. They had moved further from the shallow end, and now they touched each other beneath the surface with only their heads sticking out of the water. They kissed softly, without intent, simply communicating through the touching of their tongues.

"Best first date ever," Rainie said.

"Best first date ever," Tom agreed.

"That was a dream come true."

"Are you worn out?" Tom asked.

Rainie chuckled once. "No, I'm not. Are you?"

"Not a chance," Tom said.

"Let's get out of the pool before we prune up," Rainie said, although she knew the pruning had already begun. "We'll find a harder surface where we can continue our games."

"So you're done with being wet?"

Rainie let the question hang in the air for a long, long time. There was nothing better than the wetness of love-making, but she didn't think she could stay in the cold pool much longer.

"I love it," she said honestly. "I love it."

"I have some ideas," Tom said softly, "on how we can keep playing around wet."

Rainie turned her back to Tom, then pulled his hands up to her chest. "I want to," she said.

Tom pushed away from Rainie, made it to the edge and left the pool. He called out to Rainie so she'd know where he was, and when she got to the concrete, Tom helped her up. The cool air assaulted her body and made her tremble painfully. She held herself and wished for a towel. Tom took her by the hand to a different door from the one they'd used to get in. He flipped on a light, and Rainie saw that they were inside a locker room.

Tom tossed her a big fluffy white towel, and she gratefully wrapped it around her body. Tom wiped the water off himself -- he looked as beautiful as Rainie had known he would, toned and strong with a light olive tan -- then he wrapped his towel around his waist. They sat on opposite ends of the same bench.

"Do you want a tour of the place?" Tom asked.

"Not really," Rainie said, then added, "I'm horny as hell."

Tom smiled his gorgeous smile. "Yeah?"

"That was hot," she said, not knowing what to add. "I want to keep it going."

Tom stood. Rainie felt the confidence flow from him like steam from dry ice, enveloping her. He took Rainie by the towel, tucked in at her chest, and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her and then, not letting go of the towel, dragged her into a tiled space. He flipped on a light, and Rainie saw the showers. There was a whirlpool built into the tile floor, and Rainie thought this might be where they were headed. But Tom walked past the showers to a wooden door with a glass pane in it. They were about to enter a sauna. Tom twisted a timer beside the door, and the light in the room turned on. They went in and closed the door.

Rainie removed her towel and laid it out on the cedar bench. The muscular boy took off his towel and sat against the opposite wall. His penis hung at least seven or eight inches down between his legs, lying on the towel. Rainie spread her own legs at the site, showing Tom what she had to offer. The towel had sopped up most of the pool water, but her pussy was soaked inside and out, and there was no way to stop that now.

Five minutes passed in silence. Tom laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Rainie, no longer the object of Tom's desires, closed her own eyes. She relished the chance to recover from the pounding in the pool. As the steam built in the sauna, Rainie felt the first trickle of sweat stream down the temple of her forehead. Oh god, she thought, he's going to make me sweat. Oh yeah, oh yeah.

After a few minutes more, Rainie lifted her hand to touch her own breastbone. It was starting to become slick with sweat. She moved her hand to her tit, caressing it, sliding her palm over it, pinching the nipple between the knuckles of her fingers. Her inner thighs were getting wet, as well as her forearms. Rainie knew better than to touch between her legs; she could gush at any moment.

There was a creak of wood, and Rainie opened her eyes to see Tom standing. He took two steps to cross the room, then knelt down on his towel and placed his hands on Rainie's knees. As he pushed Rainie's legs wide, wider, then wider still, she felt a drop of thick juice escape her pussy and roll down her ass crack. She was so turned on she had forgotten to breath, and when she remembered she inhaled sharply.

Tom leaned in and placed his tongue on Rainie's pussy lips. Rainie breathed hard through her nostrils. She tossed her head back, and she sensed more sweat on her neck.

This time Rainie did not cry out or speak. She simply bit gently down on her tongue as Tom's mouth worked her wet twat into a frenzy. Never before had Rainie felt so adored, so sexy. At first she moved her crotch against Tom's mouth, but Tom put a hand on her sweaty tummy and hastened her to be still. Then he began to lick her in earnest, shoving his tongue deep between her vagina walls, then up to her clitoris, and hard against the warm red flesh in between. Rainie knew she was leaking into Tom's mouth, and this turned her on even more.

Rainie couldn't keep her hands off of Tom's body, or her own. She moved her hands over Tom's back and shoulders, through his wet hair, across his face, down onto her own legs, up her sides, over her slick boobs again and again. The feeling of wetness on her boobs was almost as passionate as Tom's tongue deep in her cunt. At last she felt a drip of sweat drop from her hair, and she knew she was covered in a thin layer of moisture.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned, and then she did. Rainie held on tightly to Tom's ears, desperate to hold him in place as she orgasmed against his face. She felt the tip of his nose hit her clit, and she found it again and again throughout the first orgasm. A second followed quickly, and it surprised her with its intensity. "GODDAMN," she stated authoritatively. And still Tom did not stop assaulting her with his mouth. He licked, he nibbled, he probed, he chewed, and then when all seemed well, he buried his fingers into her crotch as well, gently pulling aside the lips so his tongue could mangle her with impunity.

"AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH," Rainie cried as she came a third time. At the end of the orgasm, she still felt it prowling around her loins like a jungle cat hungry for another meal.

An intense pleasure filled Rainie's lower body, and her hands moved of its own will, faster and faster over her slick skin. Sheets of sweat cascaded down her torso and back. There was no way Rainie could have stopped the fourth orgasm even if she'd tried. After only two minutes more of cunnilingus, Rainie began bucking her pelvis against Tom's face a fifth time, the muscles in her hips and legs twitching viciously. She lost the ability to form coherent words, and so she simply screamed and grunted and breathed.

Sometimes when Rainie played with herself, alone in the apartment for a long weekend, she could tell when she was primed for orgasm, on those rare nights when her libido was high, her body tight, her mind horny and hungry. Tonight was one of those nights. Before the fifth orgasm even finished, before the convulsions in her tummy were over, she began to suffer the sixth. She stared into the cedar ceiling, silently begging her date for the pleasure that was inevitable. She came, a much more devastating explosion than the first orgasm because her nerves were raw, exposed. Rainie breathed hard to keep from passing out.

To her astonishment, she did not pull away from Tom's mouth. All her flesh had turned hot and moist. She moved a finger down to her clit and felt cream burning like a broth on an open flame. She slid two fingers inside herself, fast and deep, buried in the hot liquid and soft flesh, as Tom moved back up to her clitoris. Rainie's hard body began to writhe and twist on the bench, her knees pushing up in the air, her elbows digging into the wood. She could taste the sweat from above her lip. When she felt the pussy cream run down her inner thigh, not as a trickle but something spurting, she started to shake again. Rainie's body locked as she twitched, fire spreading up her torso and into her chest. She yelled as softly as she could.

And still she wanted more.

Rainie pushed Tom away, then spread the lips of her pussy open with two fingers. Her entire crotch glistened with moisture, with little drops in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Without hesitation Rainie took Tom's cock and pressed the head against the opening of her vagina.

"Oh Tom," she whispered as the thick penis slid inside her. She gasped, realizing how big he was, how full he felt inside her. It hadn't felt so thick in the pool. The dick slid all the way inside, and she came a ninth time right there. Disbelieving, Rainie shivered helplessly as the orgasm possessed her, squeezing the walls of her vagina around the boy, pressing her G-spot against the hard flesh.

She reached up to feel the wet muscles of Tom's chest, but she had no strength in her arms, so she leaned back against the wall again and, biting her lip, braced herself for further punishment. The continuous friction of Tom's cock started a chain reaction that could not be stopped. Rainie fell onto her back and started coming violently, repeatedly. Her hands refused to push the man from her pussy, so she squeezed harder and harder around him to try and control the rate of assault. It was no use. After five orgasms in thirty seconds she stopped counting. Soon she was simply hanging on for her life, partly in fear but mostly in ecstasy. With her eyes rolled back and her jaw clinched, Rainie imagined she was lying nude on a beach, and that her orgasms were the warm waves washing over her, one after another without ceasing.

Tom moved his big dick in and out of Rainie's sloppy hole, while he used his thumb to hit the swollen clitoris again and again and again. Rainie's silent screams filled her lungs, but she was too exhausted, too possessed to make a sound.

After half-an-hour in the sauna, twenty minutes of it spent coming without stop, she struggled to push Tom away. His cock shot out of her pussy like a missile, pushed out involuntarily by her convulsing cunt muscles. Released from her own sex drive, Rainie flopped down on her back. Tom made a fist around the base of his cock and stroked it hard and fast. He aimed his penis at Rainie's tummy.

"Come on my face," she pleaded tiredly.

Tom stepped up and pointed the bulging head at Rainie's face. It hypnotized Rainie, big and red with a little hole at the top. Suddenly, a thick stream of semen spewed out at Rainie, and she blinked as it hit her eyelid. Another spurt followed, and then another. Soon Tom was lovingly coaxing the last drops out, dripping them onto Rainie's grinning face. She hummed contentedly as Tom rubbed the head over her lips, slipping the member inside her mouth a few times so she could lick off the salty fluid. The more fluid, the merrier. She was in heaven.

Rainie looked down at herself. She was covered in a thick layer or sweat, and the hair on her head was matted and stuck to her forehead. Her nipples were swollen and puffy around the areolas. She lifted her tired leg and looked between at her pussy. It was bright pink and wet as though doused by a pitcher. The towel under her was soaked and very warm, not uncomfortable.

Her sweaty date leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Rainie lay limp as her mouth opened instinctively to receive Tom's tongue. Still trying to be affectionate, Tom placed a hand on her breast. As soon as his palm touched her swollen nipple, Rainie came hard.

"Holy shit!" she shouted as electricity arced through her. She sat up too fast, holding on tight to the bench, clinching her muscles to try and stop the tremors that would not stop. Finally she finished coming. It was hard to see past the cum in her eye, so she rubbed the salty jizz down into her skin. She gently pushed Tom aside and stood, but her knees buckled and she fell to the burning cedar floor. Tom put his hands on her slick body and helped her to crawl out of the sauna. Billows of steam wafted out onto the cool tile where she lay taking deep breaths. Steam also rose off her own skin, swirling like cigarette smoke all around her.

"Easy, baby," Tom said sweetly. "Take it easy."

After a long minute on the floor, Rainie allowed Tom to help her to her feet. He handed her a new towel which she used to wipe her body. She drenched the towel, then dropped it with a plop to the floor. It echoed like a gunshot in the showers. Part of her wanted to go out exposed into the night air and let the cool wind calm her naked body, but it was a different part of her that walked over to the showers and turned on the water. Something raw had been exposed in her, something Tom had discovered that could not be hidden again. She wanted to be wet, to feel the slickness on her skin. She wanted more.

She put her hand under the shower stream and felt the ice cold spray. She almost walked into it, just to feel that frigidity right after the intense heat of the sauna, but she remembered an article she read in college about how rocks could be split open by subjecting them to alternating fire and ice. Rainie already felt like she might burst apart, so she didn't want to risk it.

When the water got warmer -- not truly warm, still cool to take the edge off the sauna heat she still felt -- she stepped into it. The cascade beat against her cheeks and neck, flooded her senses, covered her body in magnificent coolness. As much as she loved the slimy feeling of sweat, she also appreciated the wonderful task of cleaning herself, rubbing her hands over the flesh of her body, allowing water to follows its physical laws and displace the sweat, taking it away, leaving her soft and puffy all over.

Hands touched Rainie's shoulders. She felt Tom's strong fingers moving up and down her biceps. "May I join you?" he asked.

Rainie answered by leaning her tired body back against his. The shower flowed over both of them, splashing and spurting between the her back and his torso. Rainie left her eyes closed, relishing the moment. Then Tom pulled away, and when he returned, he pressed a bar of soap to Rainie's tummy.

"Oh yes," Rainie moaned instinctively. "Yes, Tom, soap me up."

They stepped slightly out of the water. Rainie lifted her arms over her head and just stood there as Tom glided his lathered hand across her breasts, over her armpits, all over her neck and arms, down her relaxed back. He lingered around her ass, playing with her cheeks, fondling her simply because he enjoyed her body. Rainie played with her breasts and nipples. The swelling in her nips had subsided, and the soapy lather felt great as she rubbed it all over her chest and ribs.