You really shouldn’t have been surprised that the apartment complex inhabited by the biggest girl group in the country would have a luxurious indoor pool.
You were nonetheless still surprised by the scale of it - taking up almost the entirety of one of the lower floors and equipped with the latest in modern decor and furnishings, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place amidst the lavish display of wealth you suddenly found yourself surrounded by.
But you were also dating one of the most popular, most desired women in the country - you should have been used to it by now.
And so you are content to float on your back in the shallow end of the massive pool, relishing the weightlessness that it gave your tired body. You weren’t one to complain about the content of the birthday presents that Mina had lined up for you - being given a turn with a couple of her groupmates was surely beyond the wildest dreams of any man on earth, and your sessions with Nayeon and Momo had certainly left you more than a little sore and worn out.
You float towards the edge of the pool near the steps and drape your arms over the edge, leaning back and letting your legs float weightlessly in front of you. Your eyes drift closed, and for a moment you consider sneaking in a short nap, perhaps on one of the many comfy looking lounge chairs that filled the poolside deck.
Your plans are interrupted by a sweet, soft greeting.
“Happy Birthday!” comes the voice, and you know even without looking that Minatozaki Sana has entered the pool.
You turn your head to watch as she appears from behind the heavy, card-locked entrance to the pool, wrapped in a head-to-toe robe of white cotton. On her soft, beautiful features is the ever-present smile that you’d come to know well in the past several years.
You were of course no stranger to the members of Mina’s group, although your relationship with most of them had begun and ended with the awkward greetings and farewells exchanged whenever you were picking up or dropping off your girlfriend. Sana was the outlier - she was every bit as extroverted and friendly as the persona she exuded on TV, and she quickly became a friendly face whenever you visited Mina’s dorm. She had even accompanied you and Mina on several outings, her natural friendliness and outgoing demeanor ensuring that such occurrences rarely felt awkward or weird. She was one of the few girls in the group you actually talked to outside of your rare outings with the girls - it gave you no small amount of pride to say that you counted her as a friend.
“Thank you,” you answer with a friendly smile as she approaches you. She pulls up one of the reclining lounge chairs to the pool edge and sits on it, looking a little like a bunny rabbit in her fluffy white robe.
“I hear you’ve had quite the evening already,” she says, with a teasing tone. “I’m surprised you could still walk all the way over here on your own.”
You couldn’t help but let a sly smile appear on your lips. Had the evening ended with you and Mina having a private session in the karaoke room she’d reserved, you would’ve been more than content. You could never in a million years have expected this evening to have gone the way it had.
“I suppose,” you answer, not quite knowing how to respond.
“First Mina, then Nayeon, and then Momo… you must be the luckiest guy on earth,” Sana says, as if reading your mind.
“Definitely.”
Sana lets her gaze wander, her eyes looking out over the glimmering crystal blue of the pool. Hesitantly, you turn your face to look up at her to find a slim, sly smile on her lips. She looks down at you, face bright and friendly, as it always was.
“Did Mina tell you that you get to fuck me next?”
You experience a sudden bout of panic at her question - after a quick shower in their dorm to clean up after your session with Momo, Mina had sent you to the pool without any further instruction, where she insisted you would receive the next part of your present. If Mina had arranged for Sana to be here, then that could only mean that…
“Uh, no, she just, uh, she sent me down here, and-”
Sana giggles. A soft, musical sound. Sana had always seemed to live on a plane of existence unique to her, like a fairy in a land where only wonders and happiness existed - even when she was talking about more carnal topics.
“Don’t worry about it, silly,” she says in that soft, sing-song tone of hers. “We both know why I’m here. It’s your birthday, after all,” she adds, with a bright smile wide on her lips that belied the lewd content of her words and the implication they carried.
Without a further word Sana rises from the lounge chair. You watch as her fingers quickly undo the belt of her bathrobe, which quickly falls from her body to become a pool of white cotton at her feet.
Even fully clothed and on stage, there was no hiding the wondrous body Minatozaki Sana hid beneath the layers of cotton, silk, or lace that made up her many stage outfits. With her long, curvy figure and perfect proportions she seemed sculpted from the collective desires of every man in the country - as though she had stepped out of a video game or an anime, impossibly perfect body and all.
But here, now, in nothing more than a skimpy white bikini top and matching thong, she was utterly sublime.
She gives you only a moment to admire her body - a moment that you wish could have dragged on for longer than it did - before she takes the steps from the edge of the pool and into the waist-high water.
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment you had to physically remind yourself to breathe. You’d been around more than your fair share of beautiful women that evening - Nayeon was probably one of the most sexually attractive women on the planet, and Momo had one of the most perfectly fit bodies you’d ever seen - but Sana gave them both a run for their money. She had Momo’s fitness and Nayeon’s sexuality, all topped with a face that sometimes seemed drawn by the hand of an artist. With her large eyes and soft, cute features above a body that seemed built for sin, Sana was at once both disarmingly adorable and dangerously sexy.
Only Mina could top her.
Sana dips below the water before she emerges from beneath it like some goddess of antiquity, eyes closed, her slightly wavy hair now matted against her perfect skin. She takes a moment to brush the wet strands back from her face with both her hands, giving you a perfect view of her upper body and the round, perfectly shaped breasts held in the cups of her bikini top. The water dripping down her body only amplified the raw sexuality pouring from every inch of her, making her somehow even more irresistible than she already was.
She knows you are watching her, knows you are drinking in the sight of her wet, tight body like a thirsty man slurps up water. She takes her time as she brushes the hair back from her face, gathering it behind her head before draping it over one shoulder, eyes still softly closed. There is a hint of a smile on her lips as though she is bathing in your attention, letting it wash over her just as much as the pool water now was.
She could have emerged from the water facing away, but she very obviously chose to do so while facing you, ensuring you had a perfect view of her body. She wanted to give you a show, a taste of what was to come. She knew what she was doing.
Minatozaki Sana always, always knew what she was doing.
She floats softly towards the edge of the pool and leans against the wall next to you, upper body above the waterline, propping herself up with her elbows on the pool edge just as you were. It took every ounce of self-control you had in you to keep from turning to watch the water drip down her wet torso.
“You seem…nervous,” she says, playfully, and you turn to find that she has fixated you with an adorable, curious look with those large round eyes of hers that almost takes your breath away. How could someone seem so cute and innocent and dangerously sexy at the same time?
“I, uh,” you begin, awkwardly. “I… I dunno, isn’t this kinda weird, Sana?”
The girl giggles, hiding her laugh with a hand at her mouth. “It is, a little,” she admits. “I mean, when your girlfriend asks you to fuck her boyfriend as a part of his birthday present, it’s not exactly an everyday conversation.”
“Yeah,” you agree, “I don’t really know Nayeon or Momo that well, so it wasn’t super awkward with them, but with us… we’re…”
“Friends?” Sana asks, and you turn your head to find her eyes fixed on yours, a warm smile on her lips.
“Yeah,” you admit.
“Would you rather that we didn’t fuck?”
“No, I mean, I just, uh, I… I don’t want it to be weird. We don’t have to do this.”
Sana inches a little closer to you on the pool wall before she leans her head towards your ear.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” she says, softly, her tone carrying just a hint of allure that wasn’t there before. “Just relax… and enjoy your birthday present.”
Her left hand reaches up to your chin, steering your face gently towards hers. You have only a moment to notice the sensual smile on her lips before she presses them against yours.
The kiss is soft, gentle - almost as soft as those you shared with Mina - but there is an underlying desire there, simmering just below the surface. Her tongue is first to press against your lips, sliding across them before slipping between, finding and engaging your tongue in an intimate, slick dance as her hands wrap themselves around your neck and shoulders.
As you continue to kiss, her left hand disappears below the water line, where she slips her hand into the loose waistband of your swimming trunks. Her fingers quickly find your rapidly hardening length, wrapping her fingers around it, giving it a few slow, soft strokes - and you feel a soft shiver course throughout your body as the first delicious spikes of pleasure make their way up your spine and into your brain.
She breaks the kiss, leaving you face to face with her. Beneath the water, her hand wraps a little tighter around your almost completely stiff shaft.
“You know, I think about you a lot,” she says, softly - words that cause your heart to flutter more than you’d cared to admit.
“...Yeah?” you answer, breathlessly. Her hand on your cock had managed to steal all the breath from your lungs, and gathering the oxygen needed to speak had suddenly become difficult.
“Mina talks about you a lot, of course,” she begins, with a cute, shy glance away from you, an adorable look that seemed utterly out of place given the very naughty things she was doing just beneath the waterline. “And she gets me thinking… about what you two do. Dirty things. Like… how big you are. And the way you fuck her. The way you fill her up and make her feel so full. And the way… she chokes on your cock sometimes when you fuck her mouth, or the way you fold her in half and fuck her so deep you basically hit her stomach.”
“Jesus, Sana,” you swear. You were fully stiff now, and the pace with which she was pumping her hand around your shaft had quickened into a steady but firm pace.
“And when you two come up to the dorm at night and she pulls you into her room,” she continues, lips hovering painfully close to yours, eyes half-lidded and seeming to stare into your soul. “And she shuts the door… I know you two are fucking. And… sometimes…”
Her voice seemed made of velvet, but with an underlying seductive edge that made it so very easy to listen to. Her every word kept you in thrall, and you were neither able nor driven to change it.
“...sometimes?” you manage to stutter.
“Sometimes I think about what you two are doing there, in that room. So close to me, just a couple of doors away. Sometimes… sometimes I imagine you… fucking her mouth… or fucking her pussy, on top of her or taking her from behind, pulling her hair, making her cum…”
“Fuck, Sana.”
“The rooms are pretty well soundproofed, but sometimes… sometimes I think I can hear her. I think I can hear her moan… I think… I can hear her cum on your cock-”
What was left of your self-control collapses, and you lean forward to kiss her, finding her lips ready and waiting. This kiss is less gentle and more passionate than the last. Her right arm tightens around your neck, and she lets the kiss deepen, your tongues dueling once more for a few delicious moments before she breaks it. Beneath the water, the hand on your cock pumps a little faster, her grip tightening just a little more around its painfully stiff length.
“Do you wanna know something… something naughty?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” you spit, your head nodding of its own volition, wanting nothing more on God’s green earth than to hear what Minatozaki Sana had to say. The words leave your mouth almost as a plea, a desperate desire to hear her speak.
“I… mmm, sometimes, when you’re fucking her… when you’re pounding her and filling her holes with your cock and cum… I’m sitting just a few rooms away… touching myself… wishing it was me.”
“Sana,” you say, unable to conjure any words other than the name of the spellbinding young woman in your arms.
“Sit up on the edge of the pool,” she says, voice still low, smooth as silk, velvet to your ears. “Let me see what you’ve been giving Mina all this time. Let me taste you.”
Your body moves quickly, unwilling and unable to resist her demands for even a second. You raise the entirety of your body out of the pool until you are sitting on its edge, feet still dangling in the water.
Sana fixates you with a look that could have melted steel, such was the heat and desire in those round, brown orbs of hers as she steps between your legs. Her lip curls under her front teeth as she reaches for the waistband of your swimming trunks and pulls them off you, throwing them behind her to land somewhere in the pool with a soft splash.
Your cock, almost achingly stiff now, springs up to meet her. The sly smile on her lips widens at the sight of it.
“Now I see why Mina chokes on your cock.”
Despite the utter control she’d exhibited over the evening’s events so far, you still find enough confidence to respond to her.
“Well now it’s your turn, Sana.”
Your quip seems to ignite something in the Japanese girl, as though they were words she’d long been waiting to hear. For a moment the cutesy, adorable side of her submits to the utterly sexual creature she was capable of becoming - she teeth dig into her lip, her eyes flutter slightly, and her flushed cheeks blush pink.
Her hand returns to your cock, and her fingers give you a few soft, gentle pumps. Her eyes fix themselves on it, as though admiring every inch as lewd possibilities race through her mind.
She lifts it up slightly before bending down to give it a lick from base to tip. Slow, torturously slow, savoring the taste of your cock on her palette for the first time. She does it again, then a third time - the last time with her eyes fixed on yours. A wicked smile appears on her lips as her tongue leaves your tip.
Then she takes you into her mouth, and the entire world beyond Minatozaki Sana ceases to exist.
Your eyes shut involuntarily, your brain unable to handle any sensations beyond the wet, hot cavern of the young woman’s mouth sealed tightly around your shaft with tight, soft lips. With the first entry into her mouth her wet tongue is pressed tightly against the underside of your shaft, lathering it with her spit. With each subsequent entry her tongue becomes more adventurous, beginning with slow, gradual swipes left and right on your shaft with each entry and ending each exit with a swirl of the tip around the head of your cock.
Throughout it all her hands work in perfect concert with her mouth, one joining her lips at your shaft and pumping up and down before she gradually adds a twisting motion to her wrist, adding just another source of pleasure to the already overwhelming experience. Her free hand works gently with your dangling balls, fondling them with wet, considerate fingers. She plays with them softly, her fingertips working their magic between the sacs with expert attention.
You are content to sit there with your eyes shut, simply enjoying the feel of your cock pumping in and out of Sana’s mouth, but a small part of you knew that you had to see it happening in order to truly believe it was all real - and so with a not insignificant amount of self-control, you force eyes open to watch the spectacle unfolding between your legs.
All you can see is the top of her softly bobbing head, long, dark, wavy strands matted to her scalp and neck by the pool water - but combined with the feel of your cock slipping in and out of her hot, wet mouth, it’s more than enough to drive you insane. She worked expertly between your legs, slowly building up the pleasure with a soft, considerate pace - this girl was no newbie when it came to the art of pleasuring a man, and absentmindedly you wonder just how much practice she’d had to raise her skill to this level.
Your hand moves - again, involuntarily - to the side of her bobbing head. You had to touch her, had to maintain more and more contact with her. You let out a soft sigh that is somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a groan of desire.
Sana hears it and lets your cock pop out from between her soft pink lips, eyes locked on yours all the while. Her tongue darts out to give the underside of your cockhead a lick as she does so, and it sends yet another spike of pleasure into your pleasure-addled mind.
“Does it feel good?” she asks, a question with an obvious answer. Without the need to bend over to suck your cock, she has straightened up her lower body - leaving her entire torso above the water line. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as the water drips down her chest.
“Fuck yeah, Sana.”
“Mmmm,” she purrs, her hand beginning to pump once more at your base. Her eyes, so normally expressive, so normally upbeat and full of energy - are half-lidded, heavy with her own desire. Perhaps the foreplay had had just as much of an effect on her as it did on you.
Your eyes drift - past her soft, beautiful features, down her long, graceful neck, and onto the perfect, creamy wet skin of her chest and the perfect pair of round breasts held within the cups of her bikini. She doesn’t miss your wandering eyes.
“You like my tits, huh?”
“Of course I do,” you answer. “They’re perfect,” you add, knowing full well that you meant it.
She smiles, lets out a soft sound from her throat that sounds like a sigh of appreciation for your compliment. “They’re not as big as Momo or Jihyo’s… but I still know how to use them.”
Her hands leave your cock for a moment to slip behind her, where she quickly undoes the knots at her neck and back. The white bikini top falls to the waterline, where she grabs it and tosses it into the water behind her to join the quickly growing pile of discarded clothing floating atop the pool surface.
Her naked breasts are every bit as perfect as you’d imagined they’d be. On stage, in her low cut tops and push up bras, they were already mouthwatering - now, naked and dripping with water, they were utterly delicious. Round, perfectly sculpted, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body, tipped with tantalizing caramel nipples, each one already tight and taut with excitement.
“Fuck, Sana, they look perfect,” you repeat.
Sana smiles - an alluring, seductive smile - the kind of smile that appears on a woman’s lips when she knows she has a man wrapped completely around her fingers.
“Thanks,” she says, softly. “Now tell me how they feel.”
The young woman brings her hands to her breasts, cupping them together, before slipping them around your cock.
Their size is modest - not large enough to truly envelop the girth of your cock - but the feel and the sight of those warm, soft mounds on either side of your cock is utterly sublime. The pool water and her spit provide ample lubrication as she moves her upper body smoothly, sliding your cock in and out between her breasts, letting you fuck her warm, wet tits softly, gently, letting you relish the feel of the warm wet skin on either side of your shaft. Every now and then she bends her neck and darts out her tongue, swiping the tip of it across your weeping cockhead.
Throughout it all her eyes are shut, mouth ajar slightly, as though she were experiencing just as much pleasure from the act as you were. Her moist skin is flushed on her cheeks and upper chest and, most arousingly, on her breasts, wrapped tightly around your shaft. You watch as her index fingers and thumbs capture her tight nipples, teasing and playing with the stiff buds before she pinches them softly, even as she slides them up and down your cock.
“Jesus, Sana, that feels amazing,” you say, breathless. She sighs - a wordless, beautiful sound from a mouth left ajar.
She takes you again and again between her breasts for another minute or two, letting you fuck between her soft wet mounds. You relish the wet feel of the softness around your cock and the wonderful friction created by her saliva and pool water - and you realize then that the pleasure was quickly building to an unbearable level. Her mouth had already brought you close, but her breasts were bringing you even closer.
“Fuck, Sana, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…”
“Mmmm,” is her only reply, her gasps turning slowly and steadily into moans of pleasure - she was getting off as much from pleasuring you as you were. “Do you… do you wanna cum on my tits? Or… in my mouth? Fuck it, just… just cum all over me. Paint me… paint me with your cum.”
To hear Sana - energetic, bubbly, perpetually happy Sana - speak such filth was the cherry on top of the pleasure sundae she had been preparing for you. Your eyes drift closed as the pleasure builds, slowly rising in level towards a peak that was as utterly unbearable as it was completely sublime. Sana sees it, feels your hips and thighs begin to involuntarily thrust upward into her cleavage, and she ups her tempo, takes you in and out and in and out faster and faster between her wet tits.
You groan with the pleasure - and Sana, seemingly just as high on the intoxicating drug of pleasure coursing through both of your veins, moans in response.
Your hands clutch at her - one at her shoulder, the other at the side of her head.
“Fuck, Sana, I-”
“Do it, do it, fucking cum on me please, paint me with your cum!”
When your orgasm hits you it is one of the strongest of that evening. You feel the semen gather in your balls before coursing up your shaft and erupting from its tip, landing in thick, wet, warm ropes upon Sana’s creamy, wet skin. Your tip happened to be smothered by her breasts when the first rope leaves your tip and thus the first spurt of cum lands in her cleavage, followed by a second when your cock emerges from between her mounds, one that lands on her chin and neck. The third lands on her upper chest, and she manages to slip her right hand from her breast to grip your spurting cock by the base and direct the fourth and fifth ropes towards her face.
The last ropes of thick, warm semen land wetly upon her face, staining her soft, blushing features with creamy white cum. Some of it lands on her cheeks, on her forehead and onto her open mouth and the thirsty tongue within it.
When you finally open eyes you hadn’t known had closed, the picture of Minatozaki Sana, face and chest painted with your warm, thick cum, is one you never want to forget. The semen flows down her body just as the pool water does, tracing paths down her curves, leaving thick trails of white juices on her skin.
She finally releases your cock from between her sore, reddened breasts. With dainty fingers she gathers up as much cum as she can from her skin before bringing each rope to her mouth, where she sucks her fingers dry with lips wrapped tightly around each digit, a mirror to the way she took your cock in and out of her mouth mere minutes before.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” she says, between slurps and sucks of her wet fingers. “Now I understand why Mina always drains you dry every night.”
You can do little more than sit there on the pool edge, still overwhelmed by your post-orgasm haze. You would’ve been happy to watch the topless young woman swipe the cum from her chest and face and lick it off with that lascivious tongue of hers, but as much as she loved the attention, she had more in mind than simply giving you a show.
Shooting you a seductive, sly look, she gives her lips one last swipe of her tongue before making her way towards the steps that led to the pool and beginning to step out of the water.
“I want you to see all of me,” she says, climbing the steps with slow, measured movements, that impossibly perfectly sculpted body of hers once again recalling the image of some ancient goddess emerging from the sea.
She returns to the lounge chair, dripping wet with water and what remains of the strands of cum still clinging to her chest and the side of her face. When she comes close she turns away from you and bends at the waist, pulling down the small, drenched thong that was her last article of clothing - giving you a quick peek at the tight lips between her legs.
Naked now, she turns and slips onto the lounge chair - before spreading her legs atop it, giving you a perfect view of the moist, slick pink flesh between her full, round thighs.
Her right hand wastes no time - almost immediately her fingers drift towards her opening. The overhead light glistens on the rivulets of water dripping from her soft thighs - and the slick juices between the slightly spread lips of her pussy.
“I want you to watch,” she says, eyes half-lidded, voice barely above a whisper as her fingers begin to play with the moist flesh between her legs. “I want you to watch me play with myself… the way I do when you’re with Mina.”
“Jesus, Sana,” you hiss between breathless lips. You turn atop the deck floor to face her, eyes glued to every movement the young woman made.
“Mmmm,” she hums, a soft purr of wordless desire as she begins to touch herself in earnest, fingertips working slowly yet firmly with the slick flesh beneath them. Judging by the flush of her cheeks and the tone of her voice it seemed that giving you a blowjob and having you cum on her had pleasured her almost as much as it did you.
You watch, enraptured, as Minatozaki Sana begins to finger herself.
“Mmmm, it… it feels kind of wrong, sometimes.”
“What does, Sana?”
“Touching myself… fucking myself with toys or with my fingers… while I listen to the two of you fuck.”
“I think it’s hot as hell, Sana.”
“Mmmm?” she says, eyes drifting closed for a moment before she opens them again to fixate you with those dark eyes of hers. “You don’t know how much… oh, fuck… how much… I wish it were me you were pounding.”
“Yeah?”
“How much I… fuck, how much I wish it were me you were cumming in, leaving load after load of your cum inside me. Your cum feels so good on my skin… I wish you could leave some inside me, every single night, like you do with Mina…”
“Fuck.”
With her index and middle fingers she spreads her lips open, revealing more of the slick, glistening pink flesh of her opening, dripping with water and her own juices.
“Do you… do you like the way my pussy looks?”
The hunger in your eyes and the barely contained drip of your own saliva from your lips should have been enough to tell her how you felt about the sight of the most intimate part of her body, but if she needed to hear it, you were more than willing to tell her.
“Your pussy looks perfect, Sana,” you hiss with a lick of your own lips. “Like the rest of you.”
“Mmmmfff,” she moans, biting down on a soft lip. “Are you… are you going to fuck me like you fuck her?”
“If you want me to, Sana.”
“Are you going to… oh god, are you going to cum in me… fill my pussy up like you fill hers?”
“Damn, I want to, Sana.”
Your words elicit a deep moan from the writhing Japanese girl fingering herself mere feet away from you, as though they were words she’d been longing to hear. “Fuck,” she swears, hissing from between clenched teeth.
“How do you… how do you like fucking her? How does she take your cock? Tell me… tell me how she likes being fucked.”
Your hand drifts towards your naked cock, which has very quickly returned to full stiffness at the sight of the gorgeous young woman pleasuring herself mere feet away from you. Your fingers close around your shaft, still slick with the girl’s spit and your cum, and you begin to stroke yourself.
“She… loves it from behind.”
“Yeah?” she says, a little more breathlessly now, a little less control in the tone of her voice. “Is she… is she nice and tight from behind?”
“Fuck yes.”
“God, I bet she takes it like a little slut,” Sana hisses under her breath, the dirty name for Mina leaving her mouth like a forbidden curse. “I bet she takes your cock so well. She acts like a princess all the time, but I bet she’s a dirty little slut for you. I bet… I bet she’s so fucking nice and tight around your cock when you fuck that slutty little pussy of hers.”
“She is,” you say, hand working a little faster on your shaft.
“Do you think… fuck, do you think that… my pussy looks tighter?”
Your gaze, locked on Sana’s pleasure wracked face, drifts back down to between her spread legs. She is two knuckles deep now, her middle and ring fingers thrusting in and out of her opening with a steady speed. Her left hand has begun to cup and massage her own breast, before finding and pinching the stiff bud at its peak.
“It looks so fucking tight, Sana.”
“Mmm, look how wet I am,” she moans, slipping her slick fingers out of herself for a moment, spreading her lips apart with them to give you a good look at the dripping digits. “This is how wet I get when I touch myself… while you’re fucking her.”
“God,” you swear, not quite possessing the mental wherewithal to do much more than curse, the woman before you having long since stolen your grasp of language.
“Do you… do you want to fuck me now? Do you want to fuck me and use my pussy and cum in me like you cum in her?”
“Fuck yes, Sana.”
“Mmmm, good - I need you now,” she says, the words leaving her mouth half-moan. She turns around on the lounge chair, presenting you with her round, firm ass. “Fuck me like you fuck her.”
You spare no time in rising from your seat and taking position behind her. You spend a few moments caressing the round, full cheeks of her ass - an ass you’d spent many a day and night dreaming of - before giving her one, two, three firm smacks. She yelps with each impact of your palm on her butt, each sound becoming increasingly more and more lustful.
“Mmmm, fuck me,” she hisses. “Fuck me now.”
No more time for games, no more time for teasing. You bring your tip to her dripping entrance and with a firm thrust of your hips you bury yourself inside Sana.
The sound that leaves her lips as she is filled with you is both a moan and a growl - a sound that is soft and aggressive at once.
“Oh, fuck!” she hisses as you spend a few moments fully buried inside her, filling her to the hilt and giving her time to stretch herself to your size. “God, fuck, you feel so big.”
“And you’re so fucking tight, Sana,” you reply, speaking no word of a lie. She is so slick and warm and wet around you that you need just as much time as she does to adjust to the feel of her body. Your hands caress the soft flesh of her ass and waist, enjoying the beautiful hourglass shape of her figure bent over before you.
“Mmmm, fuck me,” she hisses from behind gritted teeth, her wet hair dangling in wavy strands over her flushed features. “Fuck me now.”
You obey her quickly. You withdraw your cock from her for the first time, delighting in the way her pussy lips wrap themselves tightly around your shaft, sliding outward against it as it leaves her body in a vain attempt to keep you inside her.
When just your tip remains inside, you thrust back in - and Sana begins a long, wordless stream of pleasurable moans and sighs that fills the empty cavern of the pool. Her moans echo off the walls, increasing their volume and making it sound as if you are surrounded on all sides by her cries of pleasure.
You remain buried inside her for only a second before you are already withdrawing, easing into a slow but steady rhythm, watching as her body begins to adjust itself to you. Slowly she begins to settle into a pace of her own, squeezing her walls tightly around you with each entrance before releasing you slightly as you pull out, only to do it all over again as you fill her once more.
Initially she remains bent over, hands gripping the sides of the lounge chair with white-knuckled fists, but as you continue to fuck she raises her upper body off the sweat and water drenched fabric of the chair, throwing her head back and sending wet chocolate hair flying.
“Oh, fuck!” she hisses, “fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
Your brain, barely able to comprehend the pleasure coursing through your veins, is unable to conjure a response. And so you settle for enjoying each and every thrust in and out of Sana’s juicy little pussy, fucking her tight little body hard and steady on the lounge chair.
The chair squeaks as each thrust moves it about on the deck. There is the hum of machinery somewhere operating the pool’s drains and pumps. But all you can hear is the wet slapping of your thighs hitting Sana’s butt as you fuck her, the wet squelch of flesh being filled, and the increasingly loudening, deepening moans of unfilitered pleasure leaving the girl’s throat.
Every now and then she finds the mental capacity to form words that articulate her pleasure. They spit out from her lips in between pleasured gasps, sometimes barely understandable, increasingly slurred, increasingly more desperate and needy with each syllable, the words blending and blurring with her moans and sighs to form the oldest and most beautiful language known to man.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, mmmmm, oh god, it feels so good, you - ahhh! You… fuck, you stretch my pussy out so good, mmm, fuck me! Mmm fuck me harder, fuck me like you fuck her… fuck me as hard as you fuck her!”
Your response is a firm slap to her ass - one that echoes off the walls of the pool and elicits a yelp of equal parts surprise and pleasure from the helpless woman. If she wanted to be fucked like you fucked Mina, if she had spent so many nights dreaming of this moment, then you were happy to give her exactly what she wanted.
You reach forward, grabbing a length of sweat and water matted hair and pulling backward, pulling her upper body up and off the lounge chair until she is on her knees atop it. Her hands flail about, searching for support, until with your free hand you grab one of them by the wrist and pull backward. Gripped by her hair and her forearm, you pull her body back to meet your thrusts.
The new position brings her head close to your mouth - and so you bring your lips to her ear, wanting her to hear every syllable of what you had to say over the wet slap slap slap of your cock pounding her needy little pussy.
“You like that, Sana? You like being fucked like I fuck Mina?”
“Ohh fuck, fuck, mmmm, ahhh oh god, yes, yes, yes!” is the desperate reply. You feel her pussy clench around you as you hiss into her ear, reaching its tightest point yet when you mention Mina’s name. You release her forearm to snake an arm around her quivering torso, squeezing a soft breast and pinching its tight nipple. Your pace quickens, hammering in and out of her tight slickness, filling her again and again with your cock.
“You… think Mina’s the slut… but I think… since you’re the one fingering herself while her friend gets fucked… and judging by the way you took my load on your face… by the way you’re taking my cock… that the real slut here is you.”
Sana’s eyes open, and a gasp leaves her open lips, as though your accusation has awakened something inside her that she’d long suspected as there but never truly confronted. Her walls, already vice-like, tighten so hard around you that you think you might come there and then. You feel how close she is.
“Fucking cum for me, Sana. Cum around my cock like a good little slut.”
Sana does as she is told - and the quivering, trembling orgasm she experiences is almost frightening in the way it overwhelms her body, turning her into a wet, hot mess. Her pussy tightens and pulsates, her fingers dig painfully into your hips, and her entire lower body shakes violently, as though she had lost control of her nerves and muscles. For a few beautiful seconds she is utterly overwhelmed by the sensations, until finally she slumps forward onto the lounge chair, breathing heavily, her left leg still quivering and trembling as the orgasm courses through her body.
As tempting as it would have been to simply pound her from behind into the lounge chair until you gave her needy pussy the load of semen she so desperately wanted, you knew you wanted to see her, wanted to watch the beautiful features on her face at the moment that her pussy was filled with cum. And so you pull out of the quivering young woman, slowly, watching again as her lower lips clench tight around your departing shaft. As you leave her a drip of her juices follows, falling in heavy drops onto the previously pristine cotton of the chair cushion.
She lets out a sharp sound of disappointment at the sudden empty feeling before your hands guide her onto her back on the lounge chair.
She made quite the sight - eyes half-lidded, mouth ajar - for the first time, unable to say anything, lost simply in pleasure and bliss. But she still spreads her legs for you, her body still unconsciously aware of what it wanted.
“Are you… are you going to cum in me now?” she asks, voice low and shaky, possessing little of the confidence from earlier. She sounded vulnerable, soft - but also needy, wanton. “Are you… gonna cum in your little slut?”
“Yes,” you answer, taking her legs with a hand behind her knees and pushing her legs back towards her torso until her knees are hovering just above either side of her soft, flushed breasts. Her slick, needy little slit beckons, her lower body still quivering periodically as the last vestiges of her orgasm leave her body.
“Put my cock in you, Sana,” you say. “Put my cock in your dirty little pussy like a good little slut.”
Your words send a noticeable wave of excitement through her features, as though the small, dark part of her that she’d long suppressed had suddenly been given the freedom it so separately desired.
She reaches down with a trembling hand to grasp your slick, wet cock and point its tip at her drenched folds. Gone is the happy, bubbly Sana you knew. In her place was a needy, desperate young woman who seemed to relish in being called a name.
“Fuck me please,” she says, in a tone that possesses more depth of pleasure than she’d shown thus far that night. “Fuck me hard and deep, please. Fuck your needy little slut until you cum in her pussy, please.”
You slip inside her, entering her slowly, carefully, eliciting a sigh of frustrated pleasure from the wanton, trembling girl beneath you. When you fill her to the brim after a torturously long period of time she sighs - half from pleasure at being filled once more, and half from annoyance at having been denied the hard fucking she was expecting.
“Please, please fuck me hard, your slut needs your cock please-”
Her words turn into a sharp gasp as you withdraw your cock. When the tip is left inside her, you thrust back in - hard and fast.
Soon you are pounding in and out of her, nailing her into the lounge chair at a hard, fast pace. You are relentless, driven by her neediness, spurred by the sight of her perfect, wet little body bent in half, helpless to do anything but take you again and again and again - and loving every single second of it.
Sana moans and screams and cries - and her body responds similarly, her pussy pulsating and squeezing around you once more, her soft breasts bouncing wildly as she takes each thrust. Her legs flail about in the air, your hands pushing them back against her torso, leaving her crotch open and vulnerable, leaving no barrier between you and the tight, slick little pussy that you were hammering in and out of as fast as you were able.
She reaches for your head, seeking something, anything to grip in order to ground herself against the relentless pounding you were giving her - and the pleasure once again begins to crash in hard, fierce waves against her body. Her nails dig into your scalp and the little pinpricks of pain only serve to highlight the pleasure, as though refining it into a purer substance for your brain to consume.
Her grip on your head has the delightful side effect of bringing her breasts closer together, her upper arms creating a delicious looking cleavage that bounces and jiggles erotically with each thrust, the soft, saliva and cum streaked mounds bouncing like jelly atop her chest the way they did when she danced on stage while wearing one of her many low-cut tops. The sight of them spurs you into fucking her even harder, truly drilling into her pussy with a rough, hard pace.
You are almost afraid you are treating her too roughly, pounding a little too carelessly into her pussy with not enough regard for her comfort, but the pleasure-wracked sighs and moans filling your ears tell you that she was more than comfortable with the way you were treating her. They tell you she loved it, she had long craved it - a need finally fulfilled.
The chair creaks as you pound the young woman atop it relentlessly. It squeaks about on the deck floor. Above it all Sana moans and sighs and gasps and when she finally finds the mental capacity needed to speak, it is only to spur you on, to tell you to keep going.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re fucking your little slut’s slutty little pussy so hard oh god it feels so good fucking take me use me cum in me please please please don’t stop please!”
“Fucking take it, Sana,” you grunt, the pleasure overwhelming you in a way that you weren’t expecting, causing you to lose all thought of decorum or propriety, making you spit filth in a way you hadn’t known you were capable of. But the sight and feel and sound of Minatozaki Sana beneath you, a young woman so possessed of brightness and happiness being reduced to a needy, wanton little thing that so clearly got off on being treated the way she was - it made you crazy, made you insane, made you barely able to control yourself or do anything other than pound her tight little pussy into the deck chair.
“Fucking pound me oh god, give me your cock and your cum oh god, pound me like a good little slut, oh god I’m gonna cum again oh god cum with me oh god!”
On any other day you would have drawn it out, would have savored every moment of the pounding you are giving her. But the thought of withholding pleasure, the thought of prolonging the experience never even occurred to you - there existed only the feel of her tight, slick walls wrapped around your cock, and the need to fill her greedy little hole with your thick, hot semen.
“I’m gonna fucking cum inside you, Sana. I’m gonna cum inside this slutty little pussy of yours.”
“Yes!” she shouts - not a moan or a sigh, but a shout - one that reverberates off the walls of the pool, the sound of her affirmation seeming to hit your ears from all sides. “Do it, please,” she continues, “please, please, please cum inside your little slut, please cum inside me, fill me up, please cum inside me!”
And so you do - burying yourself as deeply inside her as you can before finally letting the pleasure overwhelm you. Your cock pulsates as it fills with semen before spurting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside Sana’s tight, grasping pussy. She lets a soft moan escape her lips with each spurt, as though welcoming it, as though each one were something she long wanted and needed.
After you empty yourself inside her you withdraw your still stiff, cum-slick cock halfway out of her body before thrusting back in, letting your cock stir the load inside her, saturating her walls, making her already drenched and dripping pussy even more of a sloppy mess. She lets little sighs of pleasure and contentment leave her lips as you take your liberties with her hole, relishing the warm wetness of your cum inside her as you take your last few thrusts into her body.
Eventually your cock softens and leaves her with a slick pop. A thick, wet slop of juices, hers and yours, drips from her opening, down between her ass cheeks and onto the deck chair cushion. You slump forward, falling beside her on the deck chair, your slick cock resting against her thigh and staining it with your combined juices.
Sana gathers you into her arms, hands stroking your hair and back as you nuzzle into her neck. You both breathe heavily and deeply, filling lungs that were tired with the heavy exertion of the past few minutes.
Sana is the first to speak as she brings her mouth to your ear.
“If Mina’s ever too busy… or too tired… or whatever… just know… there’s a dirty little slut just a few rooms away that’s yours to fuck whenever you want.”
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The bright, happy Sana that you knew well didn’t take too long to return - after a few more minutes of cuddling and basking in your post-sex haze atop the deck chair, you both slowly made your way to the showers, where you cleaned off the filthy mess you’d made of yourselves. Sana was all too happy to suggest that you both soap each other up, and for a moment you considered taking her again in the shower stall you both shared. The look in her eyes and the slight gasps that leave her mouth as you soaped up her breasts told you she would have been happy to go for a second round, but she finds the self-control to stop you from going any further.
“You have to save some for the others,” she says, playfully, even as your hands fondle her soft, warm breasts from behind. Your cock, already half-stiff with the prospect of more pleasure, presses against her lower back.
“Maybe I don’t want the others,” you whisper into her ear. “Maybe I want more of you.”
Sana lets a small sound leave her mouth, one that told you she was just as close as you were to giving into her desire for a second turn. “You can have me whenever you want - or whenever Mina will let you, anyway. But right now, if I don’t get you back upstairs soon, she’d be upset with me,” she says as you pinch and play with her taut nipples, enjoying the weight of her soft breasts in your palms. “Plus the others would be pissed if I drained you before they got a turn.”
“Mmmm,” you growl into her ear. You hear her words, but you are too occupied with the tight, wet body pressed against you to truly care. Your hands drift down her wet torso towards her waist and hips. You consider pressing her against the shower wall and slipping your cock between her legs-
“Come on,” she says, insistently, even though there is a hint of regret in her tone, as though the words had taken all of her self-control to speak. She slips from between you and the shower wall, taking you by the wrist and pulling you out into the changing area. “Let’s get you back upstairs.”
You are somewhat surprised to find that the changing area wasn’t empty - sitting on the bench in the middle of the room is Mina, legs crossed, a neutral look on her face as she idly browses her phone. Standing next to her, hands clasped in front of her body and head bowed slightly, is Nayeon. The older woman looked a bit like a servant or maid waiting for a command from her master.
“I take it you enjoyed your time?” Mina asks you both, not even bothering to look up from her phone.
“He sure did,” Sana answers, sauntering over to the bench to sit next to Mina. “Now I see why you feel the need to drain him dry every night.”
“Did he cum in you?”
“On me, and in me,” the older Japanese woman answers, her tone playful despite the content of her words. “And I hope it won’t be the last time he does,” she adds, playfully winking at Mina and nudging her shoulder with her forearm.
Mina shoots her friend a sharp look before returning her attention to her phone. “You don’t get to decide if that happens - I do. You’re a birthday present, nothing more,” she snaps, eliciting a half-concealed look of surprise from Sana at the directness of her response. “Now go dry him off, Nayeon,” she hisses, not even bothering to give the older woman a glance.
Sana looks a little upset at Mina’s words, although she does her best to hide it behind an awkward smile. Nayeon gives Mina a short bow of obedience before she grabs one of the towels from the nearby shelf and begins to dry you off. You had had no idea about Nayeon’s subservient nature towards Mina and were unsure whether this was a constant in their relationship or just a bit they were playing for your birthday - regardless, you would have been lying if you’d said it hadn’t intrigued you, almost as much as the newfound friction between Mina and Sana did.
“Come now,” Mina says as Nayeon finishes drying you. “It’s time we went back upstairs for the next part of your present.”
Nayeon grabs a white cotton robe from one of the shelves before slipping it onto your shoulders. Mina has already risen from the bench and begun to make her way to the pool exit. Nayeon follows, but before she can get far Mina stops in her tracks.
“Nayeon, aren’t you forgetting something?” she says over her shoulder, an edge in her tone.
For a moment both you and Nayeon are unsure of what she is referring to - until a movement on the bench takes your attention, and you both turn to find Sana sitting atop it, legs spread. One of her hands drifts towards her crotch, and with her index and middle fingers she spreads the lips of her pussy to reveal a small stream of white, pearly cum.
“I’ve been squeezing it inside me, keeping it just for you, Nayeon,” Sana says, voice thick with lustful intent as she fixates the older woman with a lustful stare. The prospect of having Nayeon clean her pussy must have placated her enough to put aside her reaction to Mina’s scorn, at least temporarily.
“Go clean her up,” Mina states, before she slips her hand in yours and begins to pull you towards the exit of the changing room. Nayeon obeys, the sight of cleaning a second group member of your cum clearly exciting her. For a moment, she reminds you of a neglected pet finally being given a scrap of a reward by a neglectful owner.
You steal one last glance back into the room before you leave it - and you lock eyes with Sana, eyes half-lidded, a tooth digging into her own pink lip as Nayeon’s head moves in slurping motions between her legs. Without saying a word, Sana watches you leave, telling you all you needed to know with her eyes alone.
It was a look that said one thing on the surface and another thing on a deeper level - another example of the duality at the heart of Minatozaki Sana. The look in her eyes told you she was satisfied with the little session you two had just had, even if Mina had shot down any prospect of it happening again.
On the deeper level, one that only you seemed to be aware of, her eyes tell you something different.
They tell you one little session wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her - and that she would have more of you, whether your girlfriend approved of it or not.