Afternoon in the Pool-6

It was about this stage that I began to realise that to be able to drive a man almost insensible like this was an awesome power. I guided the head of his cock between my thighs as he leaned over me to kiss my nipples. As I jerked him, I pressed the hard, swollen head against the lips of my vagina. He immediately started thrusting his hips, pushing his erection against my bathers like a battering ram as if he were trying to f***e his cock through the material of my bathers. I pulled his cock hard against me, grinding it harder against my clit’ as I pulled him faster.

My hips were jerking and arching off the steps to meet each thrust of his, his cock pushing the material of my bathers into the cleavage of my slit. I moved my free hand down between my legs and started to work my finger against my clit’ whilst his rock hard pole pushed against my lips, I could feel my climax building. He looked down between our bodies as he felt my hand move, the sight of my finger working on my clit’ seemed to excite him even more.

He brought his lips back down to mine, but my mouth was open, gasping for breath. He took my bottom lip between his and I was gasping against his face as I felt myself rushing towards the edge, my finger worked faster, my heels locked behind him, dragging him harder against me, the rhythm of my hand masturbating him becoming more erratic as I approached the crest.

“Are you coming Amee?” he breathed. His voice was just a tremulous whisper against my face, as if he was in some sort of pain.

“Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Jeeez! Ooooohhh!” Wave after wave of deep exquisite tremors shook my body as I plunged over the edge. The most intense and most beautiful orgasm I had ever experienced took complete control of my body.

As I fell into that sweet, dark abyss where for several seconds nothing else in the world exists except the waves of aftershocks, sparked in the nerves of a stimulated clit’ and transmitted along my sensitive sheath to the depths of my vagina, and from there, emanating throughout the whole body. I vaguely sensed John’s hand grasping the wrist of my hand which was still wanking him, trying to pull it away from his cock.

As I slowly came to my senses I thought I might have hurt him.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yes. I was almost coming.” He replied.

“So?”

“I didn’t want to come on your bathers” he said.

“So! Was I the only one having fun?” I said.

“Of course not.” he replied, “It was beautiful watching you come. Will we be able to do this again?”

Yees! He wanted to see me again. I was over the moon. I was just an immature young girl and this real man wanted me!

As we talked, John had moved and was lying on his side on the steps facing me, his arm around my neck, cushioning my head on the steps as I laid back. His shorts were still around his knees and he had eased the top of my one piece down below my navel so that his still hard cock was resting heavily across my tummy. It looked so big, almost reaching across the whole width of my torso.

I was slowly and gently tracing the tips of my fingers around the swollen head, feeling the soft, silky texture of its skin and the way my teasing fingers made it lurch around against me as John’s lips and fingers played with my nipples.

“Did you like what we did?” I asked.

“It was fantastic.” he said. “Especially when you started to use you’re finger on yourself’ that nearly sent me over the top.”

“Oh God, you’re embarrassing me.” I replied.

“Why be embarrassed, everyone does it.” he said.

“Do you?” I asked,

“Yes, and when I do it again I’ll think about you.” I felt great when he said that. He was going to think about me when he masturbated himself and ejaculated, so he must love me.

His free hand had drifted down my body as we talked and was stroking the inside of my thigh, I let my legs fall open wider as he started to lightly stroke the lips of my cunt again. I was afraid to take my bathers off completely in case the others returned and I told him so. I moved them a bit further down and said he could try and put his hand down the front if it wasn’t too tight.

I took my hand off his cock for a moment and pulled the front of my rolled down bathers away from my body and he started to work his hand down the front of them.

“Oh Fuck Amee, you’re smooth!” he exclaimed as his fingers worked their way over my smooth pubic mound.

“Yes. We use Lady Shave.” I said and immediately bit my tongue.

“We?” he said. ”Do you have a boyfriend?” I told him I didn’t and he kept badgering me to tell him what I meant by ‘We’.

As this was going on, his hand had worked low enough for his middle finger to touch the soft outer folds of my slit. Boy! If I thought that his touch on the outside of my bathers sent me off the planet, his fingers on my naked puss’ was sending me to outer space.

He kept stroking them slowly, I was still moist from my orgasm and his finger was sliding along them, tucking the tip in each time it came to the top to slide around firmly against my clit’. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to masturbate him again. As my senses were heading towards overload again my hips started to heave and jerk to the tune of his fingers as I moaned at him.