Afternoon in the Pool-5

What a stupid fucking thing to say.’ I thought. The way I was chewing his tongue and working my hip against his erection, he must know that he could do anything with me right now. Then, as he was saying this, he moved his hand slowly downwards from my breast while he was looking into my eyes as if searching for any look of refusal whilst his hand moved lower down my body.

I knew what he wanted, the fingers of his hand had reached my pubic mound and hesitated while he gave me a searching look, my reply was to move my hand to the front of his shorts and gently fold my fingers around the swollen head of his cock. His eyes sort of half closed and his mouth fell open as he felt my small hand gently squeezing his hard shaft.

“Oh Yes. Oh fuck yes!” he groaned as he arched his hips, pressing the head of his cock harder against my side, as my hand explored the whole, incredibly rigid length of his gorgeous hard-on from the swollen head, along his shaft and then to his hard, tight balls where it lingered to gently squeeze and fondle them through his shorts.

He moved his hand lower to the top of my thighs and I let my legs float wide open under the water as he slipped his hand between them.

It was almost too much for me. I had not expected his cock to feel so large and my hand to feel so small as I felt the length of the thick shaft beneath his shorts. Waves of raw, sensual pleasure coursed through my body as his middle finger lightly traced back and forth against the lips of my vagina through the fabric of my bathers, almost bringing me to the point of swooning.

I again cursed my one-piece, there was no way he would be able to get his hand inside, and I needed to feel his fingers touch me. Our lips were together again, parting only to surface to gasp for breath and moan, my grasp around his cock tightened and the movement of my hand increased in tempo, masturbating him through his shorts, as he increased the pressure of his finger against the sensitive, tingly lips of my vagina, working his fingertips in little circles against my clit’.

With our mouths still crushed together he moved his body in front of me and lifted me a step higher until he was kneeling between my wide open legs on the lower step, facing me. I was jerking his erection furiously and had worked it into an almost vertical position, the swollen head hard up against the waistband of his shorts.

He moved his hand from between my thighs and slipped one of the shoulder straps of my bathers down my arm, I removed my hand from his cock just long enough for me to be able to lift my arm out and then he did the same to the other one. The water was now only just above my waist and John slowly peeled my bathers down to expose my small breasts. I was a bit worried at this stage in case the other two returned and caught us, but when he placed his hand on one breast, and his lips to the other, I was too far gone to care even if the Pope caught us.

His tongue was working wonders around my erect nipple as his fingers teased the other and my hand returned to the incredible, gorgeous feel of his rampant shaft.

As I worked for my hand against him his hips were jerking and thrusting back and forth between my thighs. I simply had to feel him in my hands or I would die. As he knelt there, I slipped both my thumbs in his waistband and started to work his shorts down over his hips. When John felt what I was doing, he took his lips from my nipple and knelt upright on the step. He had to put his hand down the front of his shorts and work his cock out as it was catching up in the waistband as I tried to pull them down.

I worked them down to his knees and lifted my hands back up, stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. My first touch of a hard, naked cock! I’m not sure what I expected it to feel like. Although it was rock-hard, the skin felt smooth, soft, and silky with a band of hard but flexible muscle just underneath the surface. His balls tight and compact, filling my whole hand as I fondled them. What struck me most was the length and thickness, (although I had no experience with guys to compare it with.) When I held his balls, the whole length of his hard-on lay heavy and thick along the inside of my forearm, the tip of his cock reaching mid-way between the inside of my wrist and elbow. I now know that, as far as size goes, John was average, but my tiny hands and small build emphasized the relative size of John’s cock.

The effect of my hands on his naked cock almost sent him catatonic. He was breathing through gritted teeth, his eyes half-closed, his head thrown back, and making guttural noises in the back of his throat.

My hands-on his cock were still underwater, I wanted to see it, not just feel it. I moved my butt up another step and John did the same, his magnificent erection standing out in front of him, lurching around as if it had a mind of its own.

I reached for his hard-on again with both hands and he lowered both his hands back to my breasts, his raptured gaze alternating between my small breasts and my hands working his penis and balls. I asked him if it felt good, my hands and fingers had been working erratically from his balls to the tip of his cock, exploring every contour, curve, and muscle of his organ.

When I asked him if it felt good, he put his hand on mine, the one that was holding his cock, he wrapped his fingers around mine and moved our hands in a masturbating movement back and forth along his cock.

“Oh Fuck! Oh Yes! Ohhhhhoooo Ameee!” he groaned as I wanked him slowly.