“Hey,” I called to him, “d’you mind helpin’ me out?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. How?”
“Brooke wanted me to start things so you could join in.”
“You’re a little preoccupied,” he laughed.
“Exactly. So, if you don’t mind…?”
He grinned and said something to Brooke that I didn’t catch. She lowered her eyes demurely, although her cheeks glowed.
Trip moved in for a kiss, and Brooke looked up. She swallowed hard but then surrendered. She was hesitant at first, and Trip didn’t press her. That was exactly the right move. He’d just started to pull back when she leaned forward and kissed him.
“Yesss!” I hissed in triumph.
Wren stopped sucking long enough to steal a glance over her shoulder. She turned back and stroked my cock. “About time,” she added in an undertone.
“This is her first time,” I said, equally quiet. “Remember how long it took Christy.”
“Yeah, and she still won’t go all the way.”
“Her body, her choice.”
Wren knew better than to argue. “Brooke isn’t her,” she said instead.
“Fair enough. But it’s still Brooke’s body.”
“And her choice. Yeah, I know. But she’s had all week to figure it out.”
“And now she’s ready.”
Almost on cue, Trip lifted Brooke to the side of the pool. He parted her knees and moved between them. He kissed her again, but it was only a quick stop on the way to her pussy. Wren glanced over her shoulder, nodded in satisfaction, and returned her attention to me.
“Maybe he could give you lessons,” she said.
“Why? To improve my pussy-eating skills?”
“Duh.”
“I’ll check my calendar,” I laughed.
Wren rolled her eyes and started sucking again. I flicked her right nipple, and she moaned around my cock.
“You like that, huh?”
“You ’ow I ’o.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I teased. Then I tweaked both nipples. I rolled them gently, and she moaned again. “Less talking,” I said, “more moaning.”
“God, yes,” she panted. “Keep doing that, and I’ll keep doing this.”
“Your wish— Ah! Okay, okay!”
She relaxed her bite.
“Note to self,” I added, “don’t annoy the woman with your dick in her mouth.”
“Withe dethision,” she said around the dick in question.
I spared a quick glance at the others. Brooke was on her back, and Trip was doing his best to impress her with his pussy-eating skills. Christy sat next to her and watched, although her fingers were busy on her own pussy. She noticed me watching, and we shared a quick smile before we returned our attention to the people in front of us.
Wren didn’t give head like Christy, but I wasn’t about to complain. I wasn’t a self-centered prick, after all. So I enjoyed myself instead, and played with her breasts while she sucked and stroked. I also enjoyed the show across the pool. Christy was sucking Brooke’s nipples, while Trip worked his magic between her thighs.
My own climax wasn’t far away, so I focused on it and Wren. She knew I was getting close, and she began stroking in earnest. I still managed to surprise her when the first spurt flooded her mouth. She swallowed gamely and pumped until I stopped shooting.
She sat back to catch her breath, while I did the same.
“Ready for me to return the favor?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she played with my cock. It was still fairly hard, and I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what she was thinking.
“Yeah, that’s better,” I said. “Hop up. Ride me instead.”
She smirked. Then she stood, turned around, and backed toward me. I’d been expecting her to face me, but I kept my mouth shut about it. She couldn’t read my mind like Christy could, but she still shot me a grin over her shoulder before she steadied my cock. Then she sat back, and her smooth pussy caressed my shaft. I guided her down, until her ass rested on my hips.
“God, that’s nice,” she said.
“No kidding.” I held her hips and began rocking my own.
My dick moved inside her, and she groaned in pleasure. I kept it up for several minutes, until she wanted more. She braced her hands on my thighs and began bouncing on my lap. We picked up the tempo, until our bodies made gentle slapping sounds. I wasn’t in danger of coming any time soon, so I glanced across the pool.
Trip and the girls had switched places. He sat on the side and leaned back, while they took turns sucking him. Then Brooke stood and sandwiched his dick between her breasts. I conjured images from when I’d been on the receiving end of that particular experience, and I chuckled at Trip’s expression.
Wren stopped fucking me and caught her breath. “What’s so funny?”
“Sorry, I was just…”
She looked across the pool. “Yeah, he’s kinda goofy about tits. Can’t say I blame him, though. Hers are nice. Nicer’n mine, for sure.”
“Beauty is in the hand of the B-holder.” I sat forward and cupped Wren’s breasts.
She didn’t laugh.
“Get it?” I prompted. “B-holder?”
“I get it, but mine’re C’s.”
“No, B for breast. Not— Ugh, never mind. My puns are wasted on you.” I pulled her toward me, until her shoulders touched my chest. Her head rested on my shoulder, so I whispered in her ear, “Shut up and fuck me.”
“All right,” she laughed, “if that’s how you wanna play it. Your wish is my command.”
“Ha! Good one.”
She began rocking her hips. I didn’t think it was enough to make her come, so I found the bead of her clit and started teasing it. She panted and arched her back as her pleasure mounted.
She didn’t last long after that. Her soft moans rose in pitch until she stiffened and cried out. I twisted her nipple and rocked my hips. A fresh wave of heat and moisture flooded her pussy. Her climax peaked and then slowly receded, and she sagged against me. I caught my own breath and gazed across the pool.
Trip and Brooke were both in the water. He was fucking her slowly from behind, while she licked Christy’s pussy. He squeezed Brooke’s breast, and she gave him a quick, encouraging smile over her shoulder. He took the hint, gripped her hips, and started fucking her for real.
I watched until Wren stirred and sat forward. She stood slowly, and her pussy released my hard-on. It slapped my abdomen. I shivered automatically, but the chill had barely registered before she turned and pushed my knees together. Then she straddled my hips, steadied my cock, and returned it to the warmth of her pussy.
“God, I like dick,” she sighed.
“He likes you, too.”
“Your alter-ego?”
“Something like that.”
“Do you really talk to it?”
“Yeah, sometimes.”
She rolled her eyes. Then she glanced over her shoulder and watched the others for a moment. Trip was still fucking Brooke, although Christy had joined him in the water. She urged him on while she played with Brooke’s breasts.
“Thanks again,” Wren said to me. “For everything.”
I nodded.
“You wanna come inside me?”
“What about Trip?”
“He won’t care. He’s too busy with Copper Top Barbie.” Wren rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I like her, but she’s still too perfect.”
“She isn’t perfect.”
“As far as looks are concerned…”
“It’s what’s on the inside that counts.”
“Whatever.”
I glanced down, to where our bodies joined.
“Yeah, all right,” Wren admitted, “it’s what’s on the inside. And she’s actually pretty nice, even if she is too hot for comfort. My comfort,” she admitted.
“Fair enough. But…” I glanced down again. “Do you really wanna have this conversation now?”
“You’re the one who usually talks too much!”