Swimming Pool (#1)

"Come on, baby," Mark whispered into Rachel's ear, his breath warm and tickling her neck. Rachel giggled, feeling his hand slide down the small of her back to squeeze her ass playfully. The party around them was in full swing, music thumping through the speakers and the smell of chlorine from the pool wafting in the air. She leaned into his touch, feeling his cock stiffen against her thigh as they danced.

They'd had a few drinks, just enough to lower their inhibitions, and Rachel found herself craving more than just his touch. She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his, and bit her bottom lip seductively. "Let's go for a swim," she suggested, her voice low and husky. Mark's eyes widened, and she knew he read the unspoken promise in her gaze.

They slipped away from the partygoers, their clothes peeling off as they approached the pool. Rachel stepped onto the diving board, her bare feet feeling the cool cement beneath her. She looked back at Mark, who had already entered the water, his eyes dark with lust. With a little hop, she launched herself into the air, the cool liquid enveloping her body as she descended. When she surfaced, she felt Mark's arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his own naked body.

Their kisses grew more urgent as they moved deeper into the pool, the water sloshing around them as their hands explored each other. Rachel felt his cock harden further against her stomach, and she reached down to stroke it gently. Mark groaned into her mouth, his hands cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight peaks. Rachel's pussy throbbed in response, and she knew she was ready for more.

They swam to the edge of the pool, Rachel leaning against the side while Mark stood before her, the water reaching his chest. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the firm muscles of his backside. He held her with ease, his cock now pressing against her soaking wet pussy. Rachel looked up into his eyes, a silent question in hers, and Mark took the hint, pushing into her with one smooth, powerful thrust.

Their moans echoed through the night as they began to fuck, the water sloshing around them in time with their rhythm. Rachel's inner walls clenched around him, her orgasm already building from the mere feel of his thickness inside her. She threw her head back, her long hair floating around them like a halo, as Mark's thrusts grew faster, harder.

Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, and Mark grunted with pleasure. Rachel could feel his cock swelling even more, and she tightened her legs around him, eager to take him deeper. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of wet skin echoing through the night as their passion grew uncontrollable. Rachel's breaths grew shallow, her pussy spasming around Mark's cock, and she knew she was close.

With one final, powerful thrust, Mark reached his peak, his cum filling her up as Rachel's own orgasm crashed over her like a wave. They clung to each other, panting and gasping, their hearts racing as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through their bodies. For a moment, the world outside the pool ceased to exist, and it was just the two of them, lost in their own little slice of paradise.

As Rachel's breathing evened out, Mark leaned down to kiss her again, their bodies still joined. "Let's not go back to the party just yet," he murmured, a smug smile playing on his lips. Rachel giggled, feeling his cock twitch inside her. "I think we can manage that," she replied, her voice a sultry purr. They had the entire night ahead of them, and Rachel had no intention of wasting a single moment of it.

They slowly pulled apart, Rachel sliding down his body until she was standing in the water. She took a moment to appreciate the view—Mark's muscles rippling as he held onto the edge of the pool, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with their combined juices. He watched her with hooded eyes, and Rachel felt a thrill run through her. She knew he wasn't done with her yet.

"What's next?" Rachel's voice was a breathy challenge. She didn't want the moment to end, but she had a feeling that Mark had something else in store for her.

"How about a little game of water tag?" He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. Rachel felt a twinge of excitement—she'd always loved playing games, especially when they had a naughty twist.

The rules were simple: Mark would chase Rachel around the pool, trying to tag her, and if he succeeded, she had to let him do whatever he wanted to her for a minute. Rachel felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she considered the possibilities. She was fast, but Mark was stronger and had longer arms. The anticipation of his touch made her wetter than she already was.

They started off at opposite ends of the pool, Rachel squealing as Mark made his first attempt. She dodged gracefully, her breasts bobbing in the water, and took off. He was relentless, his eyes never leaving hers as he pursued her. Rachel felt her heart pounding in her chest—it wasn't just the exertion; it was the thrill of the chase.

SUMMARY^1: Rachel and Mark, after an intimate encounter in the pool, agree to play a game of water tag with an erotic twist. Rachel, thrilled by the challenge, tries to evade Mark's grasp as he pursues her. The game's rules dictate that if Mark tags her, Rachel must submit to a minute of his desires. Rachel's excitement is palpable as she anticipates the potential intimate actions Mark might choose.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rachel felt Mark's hand brush against her arm. She giggled and spun around, her eyes wide with excitement. "Gotcha," he murmured, pulling her closer. Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, and he didn't waste any time. He crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue delving deep as he picked her up and set her on the edge of the pool. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, and she felt his hardness pressing against her.

With one hand holding her in place, Mark reached down to stroke her clit. Rachel gasped into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, and she didn't want to wait. She broke the kiss and panted, "Now, Mark. Take me now."

He didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, slow and steady, until he was fully sheathed. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself stretch around him. He began to move, his strokes growing faster and deeper, and Rachel knew she was going to come again. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust.

The water splashed around them as they moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync. Rachel's nails dug into Mark's back, and she threw her head back, crying out as the orgasm crashed over her. She felt Mark stiffen, his grip tightening, and then he was coming too, filling her with his warmth.

As they both caught their breath, Rachel looked into Mark's eyes. "Best tag I've ever played," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into her core.

They didn't say anything else for a while, content to just float there, their bodies tangled together. The cool water lapped at their skin, a stark contrast to the heat between them. Rachel's heart was still racing, but she felt a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time.

But she knew it was only the beginning. The game wasn't over, and Rachel couldn't wait to see what other delicious torments Mark had in store for her.

"You've got fifty seconds to get away from me," Mark whispered in Rachel's ear, his breath hot and tickling her skin. Rachel's eyes widened with excitement, and she slipped out of his grasp before he could change his mind. She dove into the pool, the cool water enveloping her body, and took off like a mermaid, her legs kicking and her arms slicing through the water.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she heard Mark's laugh echo around the pool. He was getting closer, his strong strokes cutting through the water. Rachel felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she neared the deep end. She knew she was faster, but she also knew he had the upper hand in the water.

When she felt his hand graze her ankle, Rachel knew she was in trouble. She kicked harder, but his grip was firm, and he was pulling her back towards him. She giggled, trying to squirm away, but it was useless. Mark's hand traveled up her leg, tickling the back of her thigh, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body.

He tagged her, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and Rachel's giggles turned into a moan. She turned around, her eyes locking onto his. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and she knew she was in for a treat.

"Your turn," she murmured, and Mark's grin grew even wider. He pulled her closer, and Rachel could feel the length of his cock pressing against her stomach. He reached between her legs and slid a finger inside her, and Rachel's knees nearly buckled with pleasure.

Without a word, Rachel leaned back, letting Mark hold her weight as he pumped his finger in and out of her. The water was a gentle caress on her skin, making everything feel more intense, more erotic. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access, and Mark took full advantage, adding a second finger and curling them up to hit her G-spot.

Rachel's eyes rolled back, and she moaned his name. The water was warm around her, the coolness of the night air a tantalizing contrast. She felt herself building towards another orgasm, her body tightening around Mark's hand.

"Fuck me," she begged, and Mark didn't make her wait. He pulled her closer, his cock nudging against her, and with one smooth thrust, he was inside her again. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, as they began to move together.

The water made every sensation more intense—the slap of their bodies, the slide of his cock in and out of her, the warmth of their breath mingling as they kissed. Rachel's orgasm was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, and she cried out as it consumed her.

Mark groaned, his movements growing more urgent, and Rachel could feel him getting closer. She tightened her grip, her muscles clenching around him, urging him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, Mark came inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

They stayed like that for a moment, their hearts pounding, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. Rachel felt completely alive, completely claimed by Mark. The water tag game had turned into something so much more, and she never wanted it to end.

But she knew that the night was still young, and there was so much more to explore. Rachel looked up at Mark, her eyes shining with excitement, and whispered, "What's next?" The challenge in her voice was clear, and Mark's smile grew even more wicked.

They had an entire night of passion and games ahead of them, and Rachel was ready for every second of it. Her body was still thrumming with pleasure, and she knew that she was going to be sore in the morning—but it was going to be the sweetest kind of ache.

Mark kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of the pool water and the sweetness of her desire. Then he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's see if you can handle the water slide," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. Rachel's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind.

They swam to the edge of the pool, where the water slide curved up into the darkness. Rachel's stomach fluttered with anticipation as Mark climbed the ladder first, his strong muscles flexing with every step. She followed him, her eyes drawn to his firm ass as he ascended.

Once at the top, Mark turned to her, his hand outstretched. "Ready?" Rachel took his hand, and together they slid down the slick surface. The cool water rushed over their bodies, sending them into a whirl of sensations. Rachel felt a thrill of excitement as she realized Mark had a plan—his cock was still hard, and she could feel it pressing against her as they sped towards the pool below.

As they reached the bottom, Mark didn't let go. He pulled Rachel to the side, their bodies entwined, and pinned her against the edge of the pool. "This is my favorite part," he growled, his breath hot against her neck. Rachel could feel his cock nudging her entrance again, and she arched her back, eager for more.

With one hand, Mark held her in place while the other reached between them, guiding himself back into her. Rachel gasped as he filled her, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through her body. He began to move again, his strokes deep and powerful as they bobbed in the water. Rachel's legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back as she matched his rhythm.

The water around them was a blur, their bodies moving in a dance of passion. Rachel felt herself building towards another orgasm, her cries echoing through the night. Mark's teeth grazed her earlobe as he whispered, "You're mine, Rachel. All fucking night."

Her response was lost in a moan as he bit down, the slight pain mixing with pleasure, sending her over the edge. Rachel's body spasmed around him, her nails digging into his skin as she came. Mark followed her, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her once more.

They clung to each other, breathless and sated, the water swirling around their legs. Rachel's heart raced with excitement, knowing that there was still so much more to come. She whispered, "I'm yours," and felt him smile against her neck.

The night stretched out before them, filled with endless possibilities. They kissed again, a kiss that promised a night of unbridled passion. Rachel felt a shiver of pleasure as Mark's hand trailed down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her cheeks.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes holding hers as he slid a finger into her tight ass. Rachel's eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure, her body trembling as he began to pump it in and out. "I want all of you," Mark murmured, his voice thick with need. Rachel nodded, unable to form words as he added another finger, stretching her gently.

The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt her arousal spike once more. She had never been more turned on in her life, and she knew that Mark was going to take her to new heights. As he withdrew his fingers, Rachel felt a moment of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation as he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance again.

This time, Mark didn't hold back. He slammed into her, filling her completely. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her cries of pleasure lost in the sounds of the night. She felt so full, so claimed, as he began to fuck her with an intensity that took her breath away.

The water churned around them as they moved together, the slide forgotten in their passion. Rachel's legs tightened around him, her body begging for more, and Mark delivered, his strokes growing harder and faster.

Their orgasms crashed into each other, a crescendo of pleasure that left Rachel shaking and gasping for air. As they came down from their high, Mark kissed her forehead, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Rachel felt a warmth spread through her, not just from the aftermath of their lovemaking, but from the connection they shared.

They didn't need words to know that this was just the beginning of a night that would be etched in their memories forever. Rachel felt her body humming with excitement as Mark held her, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the water around them.

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