Summer's Sizzling Invitation

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The first time I saw Kitty, she was standing at my front door in a pair of cutoff denim shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, her tank top clinging to her tits like it was painted on. The late afternoon sun hit her just right, making her skin glow, and I had to shift my stance to hide the immediate reaction in my pants. She smiled—sweet, but with something wicked lurking behind it—and asked if her and her friends could use my pool over the weekend.

Like I was going to say no.

Saturday rolled around, and by two o’clock, my backyard was filled with laughter, splashing, and enough barely-there bikinis to make my cock ache. Kitty and her friends—all toned, tanned, and dripping with confidence—lounged on floaties, their tits nearly spilling out every time they moved. I tried to play it cool, sipping my beer by the patio table, but my eyes kept wandering. Especially when Kitty bent over to adjust her towel, her ass cheeks peeking out from the tiny scrap of fabric she called a bikini bottom.

Fuck me. She had to know what she was doing.

I adjusted myself for the third time in ten minutes, biting back a groan as my cock throbbed against my zipper. That’s when she glanced over her shoulder, catching me mid-stare. Instead of looking away, she bit her bottom lip, gave her hips a little wiggle, and let out a soft giggle. My dick twitched, precum already leaking into my boxers.

“You okay over there, Johno?” she called, her voice all innocent teasing. “Need another drink?”

I needed a lot of things, but alcohol wasn’t one of them.

The sun dipped lower, the air thick with the scent of sunscreen and chlorine, and the girls started packing up around one in the morning. Most of them stumbled back to Kitty’s place, giggling and swaying, but she lingered, helping me gather towels and empty cups.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended.

She stepped closer, her hip brushing against mine as she leaned past me to grab a stray bottle. “I know. But I *want* to.”

Then she did it—the thing that shattered what little self-control I had left. She squeezed past me in the narrow kitchen doorway, her ass pressing right against my cock. I hissed, my hands clenching into fists at my sides, and she *moaned*—a soft, needy sound that went straight to my balls.

“Fuck, Kitty—”

She turned, her eyes dark and hungry, her lips parted. “The *least* I can do is thank you properly.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down in one smooth motion. My boxers followed, and my cock sprang free, slapping against her cheek with a wet *smack*.

Her breath hitched. “Holy *shit*.” She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her thumb swiping over the precum beading at the tip. “You’re *huge*.”

I groaned, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. “You’re killing me.”

She smirked, her tongue darting out to lick the slick head. “Mmm. Tastes good.” Then she took me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth as she hollowed her cheeks. The heat, the wetness—fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, then dipped under my foreskin, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I tangled my fingers in her hair, my thighs trembling as she took me deeper, her throat opening around my cockhead.

“Fuck, just like that—” My voice was a growl, my balls already tightening. I was close, too close, and I didn’t want to come like this. Not yet.

I pulled her off with a wet *pop*, spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen counter. Her bikini bottom was already soaked, the tiny triangle of fabric clinging to her pussy lips. I yanked it aside, exposing her—smooth, glistening, *dripping*. The scent of her hit me like a punch to the gut: sweet, musky, *mine*.

“Johno, *please*—” She arched her back, pushing her ass toward me, her thighs trembling.

I dropped to my knees behind her, spreading her cheeks with my thumbs. Her pussy was swollen, her lips parted, a steady stream of juice leaking down her inner thighs. I leaned in, dragging my tongue through her folds, lapping up every drop. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the countertop, her hips bucking back against my face.

“Oh *god*—! Don’t stop—!”

I didn’t. I feasted on her, my tongue fucking into her tight little hole, my lips sealing around her clit to suck hard. She was soaking my chin, her moans turning into desperate whines. I could’ve stayed there forever, drowning in her taste, but she had other plans.

“Enough teasing!” She reached back, grabbing my hair, yanking me up. “I need your *cock*, Johno. *Now*.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I stood, lining myself up with her entrance, my cockhead pressing against her slick heat. She was tight—*fuck*, she was tight—and when I pushed in, it was with one hard thrust that buried me to the hilt. She screamed, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice, her walls fluttering as her orgasm hit her full force. I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips, my balls already drawing up.

“You feel *so* good,” I growled, pulling back before slamming into her again. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen, her cries mixing with my grunts. She was so wet, so *fucking* tight, her juice coating my cock, dripping down my balls.

“Harder!” she begged, her voice raw. “I want it *hard*—!”

I gave it to her. I fucked her like I owned her, my hips pistoning, my cock pounding into her over and over. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nails scraping against the counter. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I’m gonna—! I’m gonna *come*—!”

“Do it,” I snarled, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “Come on my cock, baby.”

She did. She came with a broken cry, her pussy milking me, her juice gushing over my shaft. That was it—I lost it. With a groan, I buried myself deep and *unloaded*, my cum pumping into her in thick, hot spurts. She whimpered, her body shuddering as I filled her, my seed leaking out around my cock, running down her thighs.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. I stayed inside her, my cock still twitching, my breath ragged. Then I pulled out slowly, my cum dripping from her well-used pussy, and turned her around. She was flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy with satisfaction.

I kissed her—hard, deep, my tongue tangling with hers. When I pulled back, she bit her lip, her fingers tracing over my chest.

“That was…” She exhaled, shaking her head. “I think I need to find more reasons to thank you.”

I smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”

She nodded, her grin turning wicked. “And next time…” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Maybe my friends could join us.”

Then she sauntered out, my cum still trickling down her thigh, leaving me rock-hard and already counting the seconds until she came back.