Time to finally get out of the pool

“Oh God, John!” Rachel cries out as you buck your hips underneath her, stabbing your throbbing cock balls-deep in her tight pussy time and time again, her vaginal muscles convulsing against your member while your actions have their intended effect of prolonging her orgasm. In fact, even as Rachel begins to quiet down and lean forwards again, her cock is still unleashing jets of cum, although they’re much smaller now and are propelled forwards at a much lower velocity, ending up raining down onto your belly where they form an irregular pattern as they stick to your skin.

Eventually, despite your efforts, the inevitable happens and Rachel’s long, intense climax starts fading away, the contracting of her pussy round your cum-spewing cock growing weaker and further apart until they stop completely, with your gorgeous girlfriend leaning further forwards, planting her hands on your shoulders to stay upright while moaning happily as the last of your big load is pumped into her sex. Her huge boobs are once again mere inches away from your face, and you can feel her spent cock resting on your belly while your own member starts to soften inside her.
Neither of you say anything for a while, instead sharing a comfortable silence, until Rachel pulls back far enough that she can meet your gaze again, which also involves her sliding her hands down onto your chest.

“Hmm,” Rachel purrs as her gaze follows her hands towards your chest and then onto your stomach, “looks like I made quite a mess.”

“You did,” You grin at Rachel’s naughty expression, already knowing where she’s heading with this, and see the opportunity to tease her just a little, “Good thing I’m already in the pool, so I can clean it up easily.”

“Oh no, you shouldn’t have to do that,” Rachel suddenly looks very earnest, though that naughty glimmer remains in her eyes, “It’s my mess, and I should be the one to take care of it…”

“Really? And how will you do that?” You ask.

“Oh, like you don’t already know!” Rachel’s smile widens before she lets out a chuckle.

“Maybe I do, but maybe I want to hear you say it,” you say, once you and Rachel are looking straight at each other again.

“Fine, if you want to be that way about it…” Rachel feigns annoyance, which involves sitting straight up, still straddling your waist and with your cock having nowhere to go but to remain inside her tight slit while she crosses her arms underneath her chest, which in turn results in those whopping great big and perfectly round tits of hers bulging over her folded arms, “I’m going to lick my own cum off my sexy, sweet, funny and smart, although occasionally annoying, boyfriend’s gorgeous body.”

“I love you, honey,” Your reply comes as Rachel finally dismounts you, your dick flopping down onto your stomach as she slides back over your body until she’s straddling your legs and her head’s level with your chest as you lie on the wide, shallow steps leading out of the pool.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, John,” Rachel shoots you the world’s happiest smile, then promptly turns her attention towards your chest, towards which she leans in closer and closer until her tongue finally comes out and connects with a long strand of jizz that’s been left to run in a upwards line just inside of your left nipple, which also gets a lick or two of her nimble tongue as she devours the rope of her own spunk through a series of lashes with her wet muscle.

Sighing with satisfaction, you cross your arms behind the back of your head and lie there relaxing while partially immersed in the water, opening your eyes ever so often to gauge Rachel’s progress as she kisses and licks her way all across first your chest, then your stomach, then back to your chest again as she works fastidiously to rid you of every last drop of her cum, only stopping to smile at you when she catches you looking at her. Amidst her happy smacking of her lips and muffled moans, Rachel descends down your body once again, her tongue teasing your bellybutton for a moment or two before she moves lower still, and your cock twitches back to life and starts to swell when she takes it in a one-handed grasp and begins showering its top with gentle kisses whilst her other hand goes to work fondling your balls.

“Rachel,” you croak out, stroking Rachel’s head with one hand, “maybe we should pace ourselves a little…”

“Hmm?” Rachel moans out, looking up at you after having just moved her soft lips onto your cockhead, and you moan when her warm breath washes over it.
“We still have a day and half to go before the weekend’s over…” you explain, and play with a few strands of Rachel’s wet hair, combing them away from her forehead.

“Now that you mention it, I am getting a little hungry,” Rachel replies, once she’s pulled her lips away from your cockend, although her hands remain on your member and your testes.

“After all the protein that you’ve gotten?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow before your comment causes Rachel to burst out giggling.

“Tell you what, stud,” Rachel stops giggling and instead slips from between your legs and crawls up next to you so she can dance her fingers over your chest, leaving your semi-erect cock unattended as she moves her digits nimbly across your pecs and round your nipples, “How about you fix us lunch, and I’ll get cleaned up?”

“Oh, so you expect me to do all the work?” You fire back, drawing a great deal of satisfaction from pretending to completely miss the point that Rachel was trying to get across.

“Hey, I’ve got plenty of work to do too, like finding an outfit slutty enough that it’ll get my kinky boyfriend’s approval,” Rachel grins at you, and kisses your chest.

“He is a bit of a pervert,” you concede.

“True, but that’s one of the things I love about him,” Rachel smiles at you and gives your chest one more soft, lengthy kiss before rolling away and getting up on her feet. You join her, and its with your arms slung round each other that you make it back into the house, not bothering to pick up your things.

“Hey, I thought you were going to fix lunch,” Rachel comments when you’re both about halfway up the stairs, “Not join me in the shower.”

“I am, and I’m not going to,” you answer.

“Yeah, that’s not confusing at all,” Rachel chuckles again.

“I’m fixing lunch, not joining you in the shower,” Clarifying that, you go on, “I do however prefer to wear pants while handling sharp knives.”

“I think that’s a sensible policy,” Rachel says as you step onto the landing, and reaches down to give your dick another loving little squeeze, “I’d hate it if anything happened to this guy.”

“You’d better get in the shower before I change my mind,” you say, quite firmly, embracing Rachel by wrapping your arms round her waist and pulling her close, making her let go of your member and having her sighing happily into your chest while you plant a tender kiss on the top of her head.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” Rachel is probably the first woman you’ve encountered who can combine sarcastic comments with aroused purring.

“So, I’ll see you for lunch,” you say, while Rachel pulls up tighter against you and wiggles as she buries her head into your chest.

After kissing her way up your chest and neck, Rachel plants one final little peck on your cheek, and then disentangles herself from your embrace, giving you a naughty smile over her shoulder when she finds you checking out her ass while she grabs onto the bathroom door handle, and pulls the door open disappear off inside, leaving you alone on the landing.

Dressing quickly into a pair of comfortable shorts - button-up so you can go commando in them without worrying about any accidents caused by a zipper - you can hear the shower as you exit your bedroom and head down the stairs.

You work at the same efficient pace in readying a nutritious and tasty lunch for the both of you, right up till the moment when you hear Rachel purring out a “So, John, kinky enough for you?” from behind you.