more orgasms than I could count

I could not forget what he had done to me just a week ago. How could I? When he made me come so many times, I forgot my boyfriend existed.

When he spilled water all over my tiny white tank top so he could finally see my tits.

When he thrust into my pussy when his daughter and my best friend walked right into the room.

“Your pussy is getting so wet for me,” he said.

He pushed his hips against mine from behind, letting me feel his hardness poking through his swim trunks. “How many times have you touched your pussy, just thinking about me?”

      He slid his finger between my folds and pushed it inside. I whimpered softly, clenching on his fingers.

“How many times, Claire?”

“None.” I was a stinking liar, but he did not need to know that.

      His fingers moved faster inside of me, thrusting in and out of my pussy wildly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock behind me.

I grasped him through his shorts, moving my hand up and down.

 “You haven’t thought about my cock inside of you?”

 Oh God, help me. Everyone outside was splashing around in the water and relaxing, and here I was, getting finger-fucked by my best friend’s dad.

      Heat warmed my core, and I clenched harder on him. So close to coming undone.

“Once? Twice?” He groped one of my breasts and took my nipple in between two of his fingers, tugging on it harshly.

A wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I moaned. It felt like he knew I was lying and he was punishing me for it. It all felt so good. I could not keep up my ruse. I needed...I needed...Honestly, I did not know what I needed.

“Every night,” I whispered, moving my hand up and down his hard length. “Every fucking night, Mr. Albert.”

“There you go.” He nibbled on my jaw. “That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

 I placed my fingertips on the glass, staring out at everyone that could look up at the deck at any moment and see us through the glass, see him touching me like this. “But we can’t do it.”

“If you don’t want to do it again, Claire, we won’t.” Mr. Albert pushed my bikini bottoms down my legs and parted my thighs. I pushed my hand into his swim trunks, my wet pussy pulsing.

“We’ll just walk back out to the pool, like nothing happened.”

I nodded my head. “Yeah.” I pulled his cock out of his bottoms and stroked it against my ass. “Like nothing happened.”

      He drew his fingers up the insides of my thighs and spread my legs further apart. “You can go back to Leonard and have him continue to pleasure you every night.”

“I will,” I said, pressing my hips against his.

“You won’t have to feel this …” He grabbed his cock in his hand and pressed it against my pussy lips.

      I clenched hard, just waiting for him to enter me. He pinched my nipple in his fingers, and another wave of pleasure rolled through me.

“Or this.” Then, he plunged himself inside of me.

My body shuddered in pure ecstasy. “Never … want … to feel that … again.”

He stilled inside of me, grasping on to one of my shoulders and pushing me further down onto his cock until all of it was inside of me. “Fuck,” he groaned against my ear.

      I moved my hips back and forth on him, unable to stop myself.

“Leonard fucks me so much better than you ever could.”

He grasped my hips and started to thrust in and out of me faster. “I bet he does.” One of his hands slipped to my clit, and he began rubbing it harshly.

“The way he tugs on my nipples …”

Mr. Albert took one of my nipples between his fingers.

“The way he slaps my clit with his hand.”

      Mr. Albert slapped his hand hard against my clit, and my body jerked into the air. Heat warmed my core. I clenched harder on his cock, loving how big he felt inside of me. Leonard never, ever felt this good.

      “What about the way he makes you scream?” he asked me, shoving me against the glass window, thrusting hard up into me, making my legs tremble.

 He curled a hand around my throat, and I pressed my lips together and tried hard not to scream. If I did, someone would hear me and then …

He slapped my clit hard again.

And I screamed, unable to hold myself back any longer as he continued to thrust his huge cock into my pussy. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy pumped through me as I came almost instantly on him.

      He curled one arm around my neck, pulling me closer to him, and placed his other hand on the small of my back to keep it arched. My tits bounced against the glass.

      Downstairs, the back door opened, and I listened to someone walk into the house. I tensed and reached back for Mr. Albert, hoping he’d stop.

But he continued thrusting into me, going faster.

 “Claire!” Lauren shouted. “Is everything okay? We heard you scream.”

      My eyes widened. What did I say to that? Could I even open my mouth without moaning her father’s name? What if—

“She’s fine. Just dropped some glass,” Mr. Albert said.

 “Dropped glass? Oh my gosh, is she okay?”

Mr. Albert growled into my ear, and my pussy tightened around him. He grasped my hips, slowed his pace, and thrust deep and hard. “She’s fine, Lauren. She’ll be out soon.”

      I tightened around him harder. I was so close to the edge, so close to moaning out his name so loud that everyone could hear, so close to coming again.

“Go back to your friends.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he said, his tone tenser than before.

The back door opened and closed again, and Mr. Albert picked me up right off the ground, his cock still inside of me, and walked with me to his bedroom.

Though I had never been inside of it before, he didn’t give me any time to look around and admire it. Instead, he bent me right over the bed, pressed my face into the mattress, and continued to pump into me.

      “How long will it take her to figure out that you’re not coming back out until I’m finished fucking your tight little pussy?”

      My pussy clenched on him, and I groaned softly into the bedsheets. “I...ahh"”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my upper body off of the bed.

After pressing his lips on my neck, he sucked roughly on the skin underneath it. He pumped into me hard, each thrust sending me closer and closer to the bed. His hand curled around my neck, and he squeezed lightly.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I grasped the bedsheets and moaned loudly, not caring who could hear me anymore. All I knew was, this was orgasm two, and there was bound to be more.

      After pounding into me one last time, he pulled out, turned me around, and forced me onto my knees. “Fuck, Claire, hold those tits together for me.”

 

He stroked his cock in my face, and I pushed my tits together for him to come on.

“Open your mouth,” he said, groaning.

I gazed up at him, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue.

He drew his brows together and stared down at my tits. He slid his cock between them, thrusting up and down.

I stared down at his cock, tugging on my nipples softly and moaning.

“Eyes up here, Claire.”

I stared up at him. He parted his lips, legs trembling, and came between my tits. He groaned, the last of his cum dripping out onto me, then reached down, picked me up, and tossed me onto his bed.

He crawled onto the bed with me, parting my trembling legs, and sat between them. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see you in my bed”—he brushed two fingers against his cum on my chest and stuck them into my mouth, and I sucked the cum off of them—“swallowing my cum”—he leaned down between my legs and pressed his lips to my clit—“eating your tight little pussy again.”

      After he placed my legs on his thighs, he reached up, grasped my nipples, and tugged on them. His tongue massaged my clit in fast circles. I furrowed my brows and grasped on to his wrists, loving the way he touched me.

      When he squeezed my nipples harder, I screamed out, my legs trembling. He continued to eat me until I came down from orgasm three of the day, then sat up between my legs and stared down at me. He stared at me for a long time, then finally said, “Dump Leonard.”

      I swallowed hard, trying to think about something other than the mind-numbing orgasms I just had. “But—”

“Dump Leonard, and I’ll make you come like this every night.”

Now, what could I ever say in response to that?