HELL YES!
From Torg Adventure
"I guess that sounds like a plan." I climbed out of the pool and walked over. I had an enormous erection by now, and when I got close enough, she started stroking it through the thin material of my shorts. "Oh, yeah," I moaned, "That hits the spot."
I leaned over and kissed her, our tongues rolling together. She cupped her other hand under my balls, and I pulled her close. I grabbed her tight ass with my left hand and pushed her hair back with my right. Then, I slid my hand down the side of her neck to her shoulder, where I pushed the bathing suit away.
Sarah stopped kissing me and giggled. She released my throbbing member and began to grind her hips. I moaned in response.
"Oh, you must really like this, John." She pulled off the other shoulder strap and slid the suit down around her waist. "But if you want any more, you'll have to pull this off with your teeth."
"Well I damn well want more. I intend to fuck you." I said, which got a grin from her. I kissed her again, briefly, before slipping my tongue down her neck to her nipples. I gave each beautiful point a lick and a slight nibble. Sarah sighed and begged me to continue. I obeyed her request, continuing across her flat stomach to the top of the bunched-up suit. I skipped down to the warmth of her vagina, pressing my tongue into the material, tasting her moisture. I then bent to her left thigh and licked upwards to her crotch. I slipped my tongue under the black, elastic material and pulled it out to grasp it with my teeth. I moved my hands to the small of her back, slid them under the material, and gripped her ass. I began to pull with my teeth, slow and teasing, until she stepped out of the cloth and turned her back to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well," she replied, "I want you to see my whole body naked at once, not just bits and pieces. Kind of an unveiling." She gave me a coy look over her shoulder. "Ready?"
"I was born ready."
She turned around with a flourish. I gasped. Then I gasped again. Sarah wasn't most people's idea of beautiful, sexy, or hot, but right then, I knew that I had seen my image of perfection.
"Now," She said, "let's get you out of those wet clothes." With that, she reached out and undid the drawstring of my shorts and pulled them down, having to stretch them past my rock-hard cock. I saw her eyes widen as it came into view. Dropping my shorts, she began to massage her pussy.
"I'm not sure whether I want to suck that, stroke it, or fuck it. Or...." She trailed off.
"Or what?"
"Or, you could give me something I've always wanted to try for my birthday tomorrow."
Which does she want?
