The jets turn up

Everyone in the hot tub let out a sigh of relaxation as the jets turned up to maximum. Everyone except for Eric, who realized he was sitting directly on top of one of the jets. The **** pushed his body off the bottom of the tub, making him rise up towards Jenna. That was all it took for him to enter her pussy.

Jenna let out a muffled squeak of surprise. One of the occupants, a young woman in her 20s, heard the sound and smiled. "Yeah, these jets hit just the right spots, don't they?"

"MMMFFF - oh yeah," Jenna said, trying to hide her predicament. "It's hitting the - right - spot, all right!"

Eric began to sweat with guilt and whisper in Jenna's ear, "Shit, shit, shit! I'm sorry!"

Jenna turned her head slightly back, trying to keep her breasts underwater. "SSH! No, really, it's fine."

The jet continued to push Eric against Jenna, nearly forcing the two out of the water. Eric fought hard to stay under as Jenna pressed her backside against him. The combined friction of the jet, Eric's fight to stay underwater, and Jenna's push caused the friction against the two to increase. Inside her head, Jenna was screaming was ecstasy as she realized Eric was basically fucking her.

Eric was enjoying it too, but he didn't want to feel like he was forcing Jenna to do this. "So - you really don't - mmfffuck - mind?!"

Jenna gave him another smile. "Do you?"

Eric didn't answer as he bit his lip. If he opened his mouth, he risked moaning and alerting the whole tub as to what they were doing. He could only focus all his might onto fighting the jet and staying underwater.

Sara didn't fail to notice what her two friends were up to and gave Sara a smile that seemed to say, "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Jenna gave her a small glare that said, "Shut the fuck up!"

Sara raised an eyebrow and gave a glance at the dial controlling the jets. It seemed like it could go even higher. Just one quick spin of the dial...