Chapter 19

Author’s Note: Your great feedback and investment in this story has been beyond anything I imagined. Thank you, readers! I hope you enjoy as we fall deeper into the dens of debauchery as Book Two wraps up. There will be Book Three following immediately on the heels!

The debauchery would have to wait, at least a short time. Moving day came and went in the blink of an eye. Even with packers and movers, it was stressful enough. The bigger issue was filling the new house and decorating it. Alyssa, our realtor, had an interior decorator who was willing to make things happen for only a small fortune. Navigating between Jess’s modern and Kat’s more traditional tastes created an interesting juggling act. We had made a great deal of progress while the move was pending, and within a couple of weeks, remarkably, the three of us were largely settled into the new house. What remained seemed like details.

It was a glorious spring day, and I was sitting by the pool, sipping an easy-drinking rosé from Provence. An equally easy-reading book sat across my lap, and I was hypnotized by the gentle trickle of the waterfall that ringed the far side of the pool. I patted myself on the back for ordering outdoor furniture as soon as we had a contract on the house, so we could maximize our enjoyment of the setup. Jess was at work, and I needed something to keep me busy because it was a big day. Kat was at her divorce mediation. Her lawyer thought it was a coin flip regarding whether they could reach a settlement on the asset division.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you found a place with a tennis court just to make it easier for me to come over more often,” Rita Johnson said. She laid on her stomach in the lounge chair next to me, tennis outfit neatly folded on a side table. Her naked body gleamed in the sun.

“The tennis court was a requirement expressly because I wanted to entice you to come over,” I said, a very content smile on my face.

“Well, my husband might suspect something is going on if I start playing tennis more, but my game gets worse and worse,” she said.

“Then you can take lessons here, and we can fuck after,” I said.

Rita rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you put it up my butt on the tennis court,” she said.

“I told you that I’d make you an ass slut,” I said with a confident grin.

“I’m afraid to roll over because so much cum is going to leak out of me,” she said.

“Well, at least you brought panties this time, so it has somewhere to go besides down your thighs,” I said and laughed.

“Oh, god,” she said, “that was so embarrassing. Maybe we can go for a swim, and then you can cum in my pussy before I go?”

We got up, and I dove in. The heater kept the water at a pleasant eight-five degrees. Rita stood on the edge of the deck. She had an amused smile on her face.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s kind of become one of my favorite things, feeling you leak out of my butt,” she laughed. “God, I can’t believe what a slut you make me want to be.”

Rita put up her hair and walked down the steps into the water. She bounced on her feet, making her tits bob above and below the water line. Her nipples crinkled and extended. I swam to her and sucked them.

“Not wasting any time, huh?” she said.

“You’re a gift, and I’m going to maximize every moment of pleasure with you,” I said.

We made out, and I played with Rita’s breasts. It was easy to be obsessed with them. I kissed her neck, and she tugged at my cock, which responded eagerly.

“Gee, and I thought I might come home and get my boyfriend to fuck me,” a voice came from behind us.

“Babe, you’re home early,” I said to Jess.

“Yeah, my appointment canceled,” she said. “I forgot you were playing tennis today.” All three of us laughed at the euphemism we used for Rita’s visits, dating even to the apartment days.

“Come on in,” Rita said, “the water is amazing.”

Jess sat on a lounge chair first and took a long pull off a vape pen. She had taken a liking to high-concentration THC cartridges.

“Do you want a hit?” Jess offered.

“Is it strong?” Rita asked.

“Very,” Jess said. I swam over and took a pull.

“Sure, let me try,” Rita said. She inhaled like you would on a cigarette, and the intensity took her by surprise. She coughed, letting out a large cloud. “Fuck! You weren’t joking!”

“That’s going to hit you so hard,” Jess said.

“I haven’t smoked in forever,” Rita said. “Back when Kat and I first met, I was hanging out with this one football player who smoked nonstop. He was my first black dick, and, fuck, did he live up to that stereotype. We would smoke blunts all the time, and he got so turned on if I’d smoke those little mini cigars? I thought it was so sexy.”

We laughed. The buzz hit hard and fast. I fondled and made out with Rita, while Jess just took in the day and hit her vape.

“I’ve got to take care of a few things,” she said finally. “Do you want me to bring some lines when I come back out?”

“I’ll never say no to that,” Rita said. “I know your source!”

We laughed. Jess excused herself, and Rita and I ramped up our foreplay. I adored getting to know her body. Every time we were together, it was like living out a fantasy. I didn’t take it for granted. We moved from the pool to the sectional sofa that sat underneath the large covered area of the back porch. She bent over the back of the couch and wiggled her ass at me, her signal that she wanted it hard and fast.

My stoned aggression appreciated that, and I dove right into her cunt. We fucked intensely. The main vein through the center of my cock throbbed as it cut in and out of her pussy. She was wet, and it created a frothy cream as my strokes kept up the rapid pace.

Rita uncoupled from me briefly and turned around. She put her lips around my cock and sucked. She greedily licked up all her pussy juice, then pulled off again.

“Fuck me hard,” she said. “I like it rough when I’m high.”

“Me, too,” I said.

“I don’t get stoned much,” she said, “but fuck this feels nice. Usually it’s just edibles in Colorado.”

“You should talk to Jess,” I suggested. “She’s starting to make some pretty incredible edibles of her own.”

“I will,” she said. “Now shove it back in.”

“You really need to come over more,” I said. My balls were spanking loudly against her wet pussy and ass. I could see how messy her asshole was from our earlier anal session.

“Fuck me hard like this, and I will,” she said.

“You don’t get this at home, do you?” I said, sensing something in her words.

Rita glanced over her shoulder, showing a touch of surprise that I went there but also flashing a playful grin. “No,” she said.

“He treats you like a princess in bed, I bet,” I said mockingly. “The bombshell, sexy weather girl who’s better than him. But what you really need is to be fucked like the cock-craving slut you are.”

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, drawing out the length of the vowel sounds. “You’re right. I’m not a doll.”

“Yes you are,” I snarled. “You’re a fuck doll.”

“Rougher,” she said. “Pull my hair!”

I wrapped a ponytail of hair around my fist and gave it a tug. She yelped. I took my other hand, leaving it open, and cracked it across her ass cheeks.