Suppertime

Strands of Rachel's cum is bobbing about in the bubbling water of the hot tub as she remains on top of your lap, bucking and trembling her way through the final portion of her orgasm while every last drop of your own load is coaxed forth from your own cock thanks to the rhythmic convulsing of her tight, hot snatch.

“Fuck, John!” Few things are sweeter than Rachel crying out your name in bliss, and she does just before her throbbing dick lets out one final spurt of jizz, one that's every bit as powerful as the one announcing the start of her cumshot. But even after her now spent cock starts to slacken, she is still trembling on top of you and having her juices pour out round your fuckpiece as it continues to blast her womb with wave after wave of spunk, before finally ending and being followed by a long, satisfied moan flowing past her lips that coincides with your balls tensing up one last time and releasing a final gusher of jizz before you too are finished.

Together, the two of you slump back against the side of the hot tub and remain there, spending several minutes sharing a happy and extremely comfortable silence as the water bubbles around you and the sun settles beyond the horizon.

“John...” Rachel's the one who eventually breaks the silence, and her voice is dreamy and satisfied as it comes to you whilst you continue softly fondling her huge, flawless tits, “We haven't had supper yet.”

“Right,” you smile, “I sort of forgot about everything else the moment you got rid of your clothes.”

“Did you?” Rachel's smile reaches from ear to ear when she cranes her neck to look back at you, and she sounds even more satisfied, right before she lets out a lustful whimper due to your recollection of her standing there in the driveway in just that skimpy bikini and a pair of heels makes your cock start swelling again.
“Of course I did,” Smiling, you pass for a quick kiss, during which Rachel's tongue meets up with yours, “Now, let's get out of here before you make me hard again, my naughty minx.”

“Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we?” Rising up but not dismounting your lap, Rachel sticks one hand into the water and catches your cock as it slips out of her cunt.

“I'd hate to see my gorgeous hunk of a boyfriend walk around naked, with his big, sexy monstercock as hard as a rock...” Rachel purrs, and starts slowly stroking your member.

“Drooling out precum... Making me wait to see how long he can last before throwing me down on all fours and taking me like a bitch in heat...” Grinning wickedly, Rachel has your cock growing longer and thicker in no time at all, making it swell until its flared crown slides up along the wide-open entrance to her freshly fucked cunt.

“Rachel...” Grabbing hold of Rachel's waist, you resist the urge towards the instant gratification of slamming her back down onto your now fully engorged schlong, and instead lift her off your lap. Dinner comes first, since both of you will dearly need the energy, but you've already got some pretty advanced plans for what will happen after it...

As she slides down next to you, Rachel leans in for one more kiss and another loving squeeze of your cock, then climbs back out of the tub. Spotting her cock bobbing in front of her as she does, you guess that her words had the same effect on her as it did on you, and follow after her. By the time you're standing by the side of the tub, you're glancing down at Rachel's glorious bubble butt as she's slipping back into her heels. She picks up her bikini thong too, but doesn't bother finding her top before grabbing you gently by the hand and leading you back inside the house.

“I suppose we'd better get some towels, huh?” You say as you step back inside.

“Yeah,” Rachel smiles, and drapes her thong over one of the kitchen chairs.

“And generally get all our stuff from the car, too.” Although you're loathe to admit it, the prospect that pops up in your head of the two of you spending the entire weekend naked and swept up in one marathon-length fuck session is probably a bit optimistic.

“Yeah,” Rachel agrees, and lead you back outside, although this time you exit through the front door.

Since you left the key in the ignition, getting the boot opened is easy, and soon you've got a heavy bag in each hand, with Rachel in a similar position, and you head back inside. Rummaging through a bag, you retrieve two towels and follow Rachel into the kitchen, handing one of them to her just as she sets down the two coolers in front of the fridge.

“So, now what?” You grin as the two of you combine towelling off after the dip in the hot tub with fondling which ever part of the other's anatomy that your free hand happens upon.

“If you carry the bags upstairs, I'll fix us up some supper,” Curiously enough, Rachel's hand never seems to go more than a few seconds without happening upon your erect cock, and while she instructs you, the fondling is quickly turning into a handjob.

“Sounds good,” You groan, while Rachel's thumb circles your pisshole.

“Oh, and John?” And suddenly she's back to jerking you off, sliding her up and down the length of your member with long, steady strokes of her wrist.

“Yeah?”

“Don't dress for dinner...” Letting go of your cock, Rachel leans in and has her cock press up against your hip while she plants a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I won't,” You promise, and take a moment to regain your bearings before heading back towards the hallway, only to have Rachel overtake you, sliding her body against yours as she steps ahead and leans over her bag, presenting you with an unrestricted view of her firm, big, heart-shaped ass, with her balls dangling down in front of her pink, gaping pussy.

The sound of Rachel unzipping the bag mixes with that of her moaning softly as you reach in and run your hand up her cunt, your fingers prodding their way up her mound to find that it's completely hairless.

“You shaved this morning, didn't you, my sexy slut?” You ask, as Rachel moans at your digits finding her swollen clit and proceed to caress both it and its hood.

“Probably played with yourself afterwards, thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you...” Images of Rachel sitting in your bathroom perched on the tub, one hand working her honeypot and the other her schlong as she fantasizes about you pounding her fill your head and compels you to wrap your free hand round her member and move in closer, placing your own dick in back between her asscheeks.

“John...” Whimpering out your name and sounding very much like she's enjoying herself, Rachel braces herself and remains leaning in over her bag, her hands on her thighs and her gaze meeting yours as you take the opportunity to thrust your cock up and down her anal cleavage a couple of times.

Once again, you nearly fall victim to the temptation of pushing yourself into Rachel's ass and giving her the sort of hard, thorough assfucks that she loves so much, only to hold yourself back and will yourself into backing down, your hands leaving her genitals and your fuckpiece slipping out from between her cheeks.

“The bags, huh?” Picking up the conversation again, you do your best to ignore how your erection's started to throb.

“Yeah...” Rachel moans, a little out of breath, as she straightens back up after having retrieved her toilet bag.

“I'm on it,” Knowing full well that if you press your body up against Rachel's again, you'll either have to go through with fucking her, or risk a possibly terminal case of blue balls, you fill your hands with the bags and wait for Rachel to kiss you on the cheek.

“See you in a bit,” you say, and Rachel kisses you again, her free hand gently caressing your chest while she does so. With that, you head upstairs and Rachel goes back into the kitchen.
After dumping the bags in Rachel's old bedroom, you take a long moment to calm yourself down by staring out the window at the idyllic coastal scenery, then quickly make her bed and head back downstairs again.

Your cock has softened a little during your brief visit upstairs, but as you enter the kitchen and spot Rachel, you can feel blood flowing back into it, making it as hard as ever as you spot her standing at the counter with her back to you.

Still in her heels and having fixed her brown hair up in a bun, Rachel has pulled the thong back on, as is evident when you spot the back of it rising up from between her full, firm buttocks.

“I see you've already made dinner,” Wrapping your arms around Rachel's stomach and pressing your stiff rod up against her, you look over her shoulder at the two plates of pasta salad.

“Uh-huh,” Turning her head to look at you, Rachel has her lips form into that irresistibly naughty smile of hers, “I didn't think I'd get much time to cook anything once we got here.”

“Clever girl,” Making her moan by pulling her in tighter, you kiss Rachel on the side of her neck and take a deep whiff of her scent.

“John, go sit down before I have an accident!” Rachel giggles out as you feel the string making up the back of her thong against the undercarriage of your cock.

“Yes ma'am,” You give her a salute and grab the glasses of mineral water before heading over to the kitchen table, well aware of your girlfriend ogling your naked body as you go along, and so consequently are very slow about pulling out your chair before sitting down, giving her one more good look at it.

Rachel had donned an apron while fixing supper, but now discards it before grabbing the plates, and is topless as she brings you your food, her stiff cock exploding out beyond the front of her thong, which is strapped over her balls and is doing such a poor job of covering her that you could probably see her pussy if you leaned down far enough.

“You do know you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, right?” You ask as Rachel puts the plates down, and that results in Rachel throwing her arms around your neck before kissing you with such gusto that for a moment you're balancing perilously on the back legs of your chair.

“Let's eat,” Smiling as she ends the kiss, Rachel sits down next to you, and soon has a fork in one hand and the other resting on your thigh as you sit there with the head of your cock sticking up over the table.

“I can't believe we're actually here,” Rachel soon stops eating to smile over at you.

“It is pretty great,” You agree.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel nods eagerly, her expression one of bubbling excitement, “I mean, I love our place, but this is so out of the way...”
“Yeah...” Your heart swells and your cock throbs at the reminder that you're sharing a home with Rachel.

“We've got the house, the garden, the beach and the woods all to ourselves,” In her excitement, Rachel keeps on talking.

“Honey,” With your smile widening, you gently chastise your gorgeous girlfriend, “Don't forget to eat your supper.”

“Right, we've got a busy evening ahead of us, don't we?” Rachel's gaze meet yours as her hand rubs your thigh.

“We do.”

“Better hurry up then,” Rachel's wide, beaming smile lingers on, “Good thing I didn't bring any dessert...”

“I did...” Grabbing hold of Rachel's wrist, you move her hand from your thigh to your cock.

As soon as she's got her hand wrapped round your member, Rachel closes her eyes, lets out a horny groan, and starts jerking you off, slowly and lovingly, squirming in her seat as she works her way up and down your length.

“I'm going to pull that skimpy thong aside, fuck your ass, and cum in your mouth, honey,” you whisper into Rachel's ear to make her hand tremble around your cock and a soft whimper of excitement wash against your chest.

“You're going to love that, aren't you, my naughty minx? You'll love sitting there with your ass gaping wide as you gulp down the big, tasty load that I've got ready for you...” When she pulls away from you and lets out a breathless moan, you can see how Rachel's face is flushed, and she stops to adjust the front of her thong (not that it could ever contain or conceal what she's packing), then gives you a quick glance before proceeding to start wolfing down her food.

Smiling at what's soon to come, you too focus on emptying your plate.