Chapter 31

She looked at the man called Rat Fucker, standing waist deep in the sparkling water, her eyebrows lifted as she turned her torso partly to the side. Her breasts in profile her hips full facing him, and smiled.

The water surged as he moved to the side of the pool to stand looking up at her, his eyes traveled from her eyes to her tits, then slowly down her body to stop at the soft curly blonde hair of her sex.

“Do you like what you see?”

Lisa moved her upper body slightly to set her tits quivering. Any slight movement of her torso always started her firm breasts quivering and shaking like the proverbial bowls of jelly. Each bobbling breast moving slightly on her rib cage, each to its own rhythm, each with a life of its own, shifting and quaking with small tremors of movement.

The sexy blonde knew well what a pair of firm breasts moving on a female chest did for the male, and liked to have her tits stared at. Any slight movement caused her breasts to quiver sensuously, and Lisa had learned the quick shifted movements to make her breasts shake without appearing to have caused the shaking. Small shifts in her body could cause her tits to continue to quiver deliciously all during conversation, and the sensuous blonde did enjoy getting her men all sexed up.

“Get in the water with me and I’ll show you what I like.”

“Before I get in the water, tell me what you like. If I like it, I may get in the water with you. If I don’t like it then you can go fuck yourself!”

Lisa cocked her head, looking with provocation at the skinny biker.

“I like cunt!” Rat Fucker announced.

“Hells bells, every man likes cunt, even some ladies like cunt. Sometimes even I like cunt, that’s not what I mean when I say to tell me what you like.”

Rat Fucker looked up at the spectacular blonde standing at the side of the pool, hip shot to the side, her leg cocked, hands in fists on her swelling hips. She really was spectacular! He had never seen anything so lovely.

She looked down at him with those icy blue eyes, her mouth slightly parted, staring at him down that long thin nose. Her full lower lip shining in the light, her natural toned skin filled with high lights from the illumination in the room, and she was quite obviously not even a little bit afraid of him. Lisa’s echo chamber was working overtime on the little biker. “She’s really something, that lady. She looks like the winner and the second runner up both together in the Miss America contest. Just the way she stands there, so damn sexy, offering her body to be fucked, turns me horny.”

“I think I’ll just be nice to her and run my tongue up her cunt about seven inches, lick out all the goodies until she starts screaming for joy, and then I’ll really start cunt lapping her to death. Before I get done with her, I’ll have her begging me to stop licking her pussy. Then maybe I’ll let her suck on my cock a little bit, just until it comes about four gallons of cum should make her tonsils slippery enough to wipe that aristocratic smile off her pretty face.”

His mind filled with the thoughts projected into his brain by her power, the skinny biker smiled.

“Well, I do like to suck pussy! Do you like to have your pussy sucked and tongue fucked?”

“You bet your ass I like to get sucked and tongue fucked!” Lisa moved one step closer to the rim.

“Are you the one who’s going to do the sucking and tongue fucking?”

Her eyebrows raised as she smiled at him.

“You just get that sweet ass over here into the pool, and I’ll give you the sweetest pussy eating that you’ve ever had.” Lisa giggled down at the biker, “If you really can eat pussy, and are good at it, then I’ll suck your cock until you haven’t any cock left!”

The biker called Rat Fucker laughed at her, “Just move your body down here into the water, and I’ll show you how long I can hold my breath eating pussy.”

“You don’t have to hold your breath! Any really good pussy eater learns how to breathe through his nose!”

Lisa stepped over the raised rim of the pool to the steps and lowered herself to the water, surprised to find the pool was not a pool, but a hot tub. The water rose over her hips until her foot touched the bottom and she stood face to face with the Rat Fucker, water up to the curved under sides of her breasts. When the swirls in the water died, she looked at his body, hard and lean, muscular and supple he stood and looked at her breasts. His frankly erotic stare at her full round titties brought a flush of warmth to Lisa’s groin. She began looking at his body. Dark wet brown hair, a pleasant but hard thin face with large ears, long arms with cords of wiry muscles, chest with hair in the center and around his nipples, tapering waist and flat belly.

His groin shimmered under the water, cock bobbing and dancing with the movement of the water, semi erect moving like a snake under water.

Rat Fucker took the two slow steps, water swirling around their bodies, moving until his chest touched only the points of her full bobbing titties. The soft contact just at the nipples, felt sensual to Lisa and as they stood motionless, the water moved her breasts in many rhythmic movements causing her nipples to caress the hair on his chest just above his abdomen. The continued tiny motions spiked her nipples. The blood warm water swirled between her legs, parting and caressing the soft hair on her groin. Lisa put her hands on Rat Fucker’s hips holding herself steady, then around to touch the muscular globes of his ass, fingers traveled down the deep clefted opening between the cheeks to the backs of his thighs.

She slid her palms over his slim hips and lower thighs, to cup his testicles in her searching fingers. Hairy and floating in the warm water, they moved within her feather light touch, the skin covering the chestnut sized inner glands storing his sperm.

Her fingers still moving, felt the base of his cock, surprised at the diameter of his shaft. Now Lisa knew where the nickname Rat Fucker came from. His cock was thin, very thin, almost like a young teenaged prick. Lisa’s forefinger and thumb met easily around the root of his dick.

Her fingers moved the length and found that she had enough cock for two good hands with his cock head left over. He had a long but thin stirring stick, Lisa thought as she explored the glans and foreskin. His glans swelled at her touch like the hood of a cobra, the cleft at the bottom like the feel of a plum, packed with sweet juice. The rim at the base of the head of his dick swelled even further as she tickled his balls with one hand and milked his shaft with the other. She saw whitish fluid drifting in the water from the tip of his dick when she began to milk his cock with firm jacking movements.