Free Smut Til You Drop by T.J. Holland Page B

as toned as Tiff’s. I’m at least
a cup size larger and two inches taller but I can hold my own. Just
to prove it to her, I grabbed the washcloth and started rubbing it
along my arms, legs, breasts, stomach, and crotch. Tiff’s breath
caught when the washcloth disappeared for a minute and my head
rolled back. I took my other hand and grabbed my breast. I raised
it to my mouth and began to suck on my nipple. Then, I slipped my
fingers inside my warm pussy. My eyes were half closed and for a
second I thought maybe Tiff was just going to watch the show, not
actually star in it. I looked at her, licked my lips slowly and
then began to pull harder at my breasts.
      Tiff got the
message. She placed the bottle on the counter and started to peel
out of her clothes. First, she pulled her top off over her head and
let her long, black hair cover her back and part of her right
breast. Next she bent over at the waist and unzipped her tiny
skirt. She slipped out of it with her perfect ass staring me right
in the face. Her white lace bra and panties were striking against
her dark skin. She dropped one bra strap off her shoulder, then the
other. Then she turned away from me and unhooked and dropped the
bra to the floor. With her back to me, she slowly peeled out of her
panties and stood their bending over with her beautiful ass just
out of reach. Finally, she turned to me and smiled. Of course, she
was being a tease about the whole thing and the process of
undressing was taking fucking forever, so I was soaking wet (and
not just from the water) by the time she got in. I took a deep
breath to calm myself. No use cumming right there without anyone
even touching me! I took the washcloth and started to slowly rub it
along her arms, legs, stomach, and breasts. I was very careful to
avoid her the area between her legs, trying to make her squirm like
she had just done to
me.           
    But Tiff was going to make it clear that she
waits for no man, or woman as the case may be. She turned on the
jets to high, swung her gorgeous ass to the side and proceeded to
plant her pussy right on the jet to the right of me. She began to
move back and forth just enough so that the water was pushing on
her clit, then her pussy, then her asshole. Back and forth, back
and forth. She wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Good thing I
was drunk, so I wasn’t either. Tiff was clearly enjoying herself
and spending longer and longer with the chosen jet on each of her
three parts. She reached for the knob controlling the speed and
began to slow the jets down when it hit her ass and up to medium on
her clit and high when her pussy had the stream of full force
bubbles that were clearly getting her to where she wanted to go. I
moved closer to her and began to suck on her nipples and nibble on
them just enough that she gasped aloud. Then, I reached down and
began to rub her parts that were currently neglected by the jet.
She kissed me hard with her tongue down my throat when she jammed
her ass onto the water with her pussy taking the pounding. Yes.
Fuck. Yes! Fuck! YES! YES! YES! FUCK!!! 
    Well, that seemed like a damn good idea. I
wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. If there had been a
mirror on the ceiling, it would have been quite a sight, the two of
us straddling opposite sides of the tub. It didn’t take long at all
for me to straddle my own raging stream of water and air and cum
with screams of pleasure to match hers. That was apparently what
Tiffany had been waiting for, as she grabbed my breasts and started
sucking on them feverishly. She put her other hand in between my
legs and slipped her fingers inside me. I was already as wet as I
could get so it was easy for her to get rough without resistance.
As I was about to cum again, she made me get out and sit on the
edge of the tub. Her fingers were again finding their way in and
out but now she leaned down and began to nibble and suck on my
clit. I threw my head back and gave into her. She