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A Lazy Day By The Pool

By: harryfloyd



So there I stood, wondering exactly how I had come to be there, in the bathroom of the hotel room of the young man who stood behind me, my bikini top and bottom lying on the bathroom floor and me bent over the washbasin holding onto the taps, naked, well apart from my high heeled sandals. I was shaking slightly and wet from where he had just made me nearly pass out from the tongue lashing cunnilingus he had given me and my eyes still watering from when he had pushed his ridiculously big cock deep down my throat. The huge, rock hard, throbbing, cock that was now positioned just behind my soaking wet pussy, rubbing and caressing my labia. Wondering how I had come to be there, but very glad that I was. But wait, let me rewind this a few hours to a time when I was not the milf, slut, and sex toy of this young stud.

Another lazy day by the swimming pool with just a book for company. Today Eddie, my husband, had elected to play golf and I had kissed him goodbye at 9.15am. He told me he would not be back until at least 6.00pm, so I took the opportunity to grab a sunbed next to the pool and bring my latest novel with me. The book was quite boring and so currently I was just resting my eyes behind my sunglasses and underneath my wide brimmed sun hat and enjoying the warm sun on my body.

It was early October and Eddie had suggested an impromptu holiday as he had quite a few days holiday still to take before the end of the year. I was "between jobs" at the moment and my sister had offered to look after the kids for the whole week, as it was during school term time. As Alison did not have any children of her own and enjoyed their company, as they enjoyed hers, it had been agreed.

I knew it was just an excuse for Eddie to "Get a few rounds of golf in," but I thought, why not go to a resort in the south of Spain, out of holiday season and enjoy some mild weather, do some shopping and sightseeing and generally recharge my batteries. The weather had in fact been a lot better than mild. It had very warm for October and today was no different with the weatherman suggesting a high of 27 C, warm and sunny all day.

I had brought two bikinis with me, more out of optimism than anything else, but the weather was perfect for bikini wearing and I had been brave and worn one or the other on each of the days I had been at the pool. At 43 I had thought I was a bit old for them but I did enjoy the sun on my bare skin and Eddie had encouraged me to wear them, saying "I still think you have the best body of any 43 year old woman I've ever known," and then spoiling it a bit by saying, "Well the best of any woman I've ever slept with."

I was however still proud of my body, and although I had two children, I thought my body was a lot better than many of my friends,' even those quite a bit younger than me. I have auburn hair, am 5' 5" and 9 stone. My measurements are 34-24-40 and I am still in trim, probably due to going to the gym three times a week and swimming twice a week. My legs are toned, my tummy is flat, my boobs are still pert(ish) and Eddie constantly tells me that I have the perfect measurements for him. He is "Not a big tit man" and "What you can't get into your mouth is wasted anyway." He also loves my hip to waist ratio and says "It always gets him hard when I bend over in front of him" and "He loves putting his hands around my waist, just above my hips and pulling me onto his cock until he is balls deep inside me." He's such a sweet talker. He also says he loves my "Cock sucking lips," as I have Angelina Jolie type lips. Unfortunately for him I don't really enjoy fellatio, so he only gets it on rare occasions, after much cunnilingus and he never gets to cum in my mouth as I really don't like the taste (well actually more the consistency than the taste) of sperm.

Anyway I digress, I had the skimpier and strappier of the two bikini's on today, a little red and black number and I had covered my face, shoulders, boobs, tummy and front of legs with sun tan cream. My sarong, which I had worn down from the apartment to the pool was on the table beside me, as was a coke with ice, which I had been sipping on for most of the morning. In addition to my skimpier, strappier, black and red bikini, I had also worn my high heeled sandals, which were now under my sunbed. Not the most practical for around the pool but there was a reason for this. On a couple of the previous days there had been some young guys, 5 or 6 of them in their early to mid-twenties and 2 of them in particular were quite handsome. Although I was not really interested I did like the idea of them looking at me and so wanted to do as much as I could to encourage this.

So, as I said, currently I was just resting my eyes behind my sunglasses and enjoying the warm sun on my body. I heard one of the sunbeds near to me scrape on the ground as someone pulled it round to better face towards the sun. I opened my eyes behind my sunglasses and saw one of the young guys. He sat down towards the end of the sunbed and took a few large gulps on a glass of something, rubbed the back of his neck and groaned, "Oh my head."

"Too much to drink last night?" I came out with, surprising myself about as much as it surprised him.

He cocked his head on one side and turned it to face me, "Yes," was his monosyllabic reply. My bravery after my initial question had subsided and I remained silent behind my sunglasses, looking at him from an acute angle.

He was one of the two handsome ones, although not quite the best looking of the bunch but almost certainly the second best. He did though have some striking features, such as his jet black hair, cut severely at the back and sides and long and floppy on the top and piercing blue eyes. He also had easily the fittest body of the bunch. He was possibly the shortest of the group, or at least not one of the taller ones and I estimated his height to be about 5'7" or 5'8" although it was not possible to tell with any degree of accuracy whilst he was sitting down. At this point he suddenly stood up and faced towards me and stretched and yawned and took another couple of gulps on his drink, which looked like milk or perhaps a smoothie. He was lean but beautifully proportioned and although did not quite have a perfect 6-pack his lower abdomen was fantastically toned and defined. He did have a slight taper up to a broader V of his chest which again was toned and defined. His arms were bigger and even more defined than his torso and his shoulders, biceps and forearms seemed to bulge, as though they were used to carrying heavy weight on a regular basis. The muscles between his shoulders and neck were also quite prominent, and yet in spite of all of this definition and muscle on his body he was relatively slight with a small waist and narrow hips. If anything, I would have said he was a bit under-weight. However that was a tiny criticism of this gorgeous specimen of a young man that was standing before me. His face was quite nice looking and looked quite young but again like his body was a bit thin and drawn like he needed to eat a bit more food.

"The rest of them, left me in bed with my hangover," he complained. "They're off to some water park or other about 40 miles away. Two bus rides apparently." 

"Oh dear," I said, "Maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much then."

"But I like drinking," he smiled. "Are you hear on your own then? I thought I saw you with that fat lad with the loud shirt and Panama hat."

"That fat lad with the loud shirt and Panama hat is my husband," I said in a sing song tone. He smiled, turned away and dived into the pool.

He swam a few lengths of the pool, front-crawl, whilst I watched him silently from behind my sunglasses sipping my coke through a straw. He came back to the side of the pool where his towel was lying on a sunbed a couple of sunbeds from mine and effortlessly pushed himself up onto the edge of the pool and onto his feet and stood looking at me for a few seconds. I looked away and he moved over to his sunbed and dried himself down with his towel before replacing the towel on the sunbed and lying face down looking in the opposite direction from me. I looked around the pool area at the few people that were around. It was sparsely populated. There was a few middle-aged couples and an old couple and an older large, single woman. He was the only young person around and there were no children, it was school time after all. I went back to reading my book after a minute and it was quiet for a few minutes apart from a gentle, warm breeze and a low volume sound of some music coming from the pool bar area, quite distant from where he and I were lying. There was no-one else within about 15 yards of where we lay about 3 yards apart.

After about 5 minutes I heard him speak again. "You couldn't do me a favour could you?"

I looked up and said "What would you like?"

"Would you put some sun cream on my back? I wouldn't want to burn" I looked up at him, he was looking at me from his prone position, smiling sweetly. I looked around, where nothing had changed with the other sunbed loungers quietly sitting or reading or just soaking up the sun, minding their own business.

"OK," I smiled and I stood up and walked over to him. I was conscious of just being bikini clad but no one took any notice of me. He continued to smile sweetly and held up his sun lotion for me to take. I took the bottle and poured some onto my hand and put the bottle back on the ground. I started to rub the lotion onto his back and he grunted softly and put his face into the sunbed. His body was fantastic, close up I could see and now feel the definition of his muscles and I felt them tensing and relaxing under my hands as I rubbed his shoulders and down his back and on his sides. I felt my breathing become a little ragged as I was doing this and I felt a little self-conscious but also I was starting to get a little turned-on and I could feel my nipples hardening slightly and between my legs start to get a little moist as I rubbed over his body with my hands.

"The backs of my legs too please," he said without turning his head and I without hesitation moved down to his legs below his medium length, snug but not tight swimming shorts. His legs felt as good as his back and torso, toned and hard and fairly hairy under the touch of my hands. He made another small grunt and at this I involuntarily bit my bottom lip and shuddered slightly. When I had finished I gave his bum a tiny slap, at which he immediately tensed his buttocks really hard so they looked big and powerful underneath his swimming trunks.

"All done," I smiled as I turned away and walked to the edge of the pool. I dived into the pool, which was nice and cooling, as I felt as though I was going to overheat if I did not cool down pretty soon. I swam a few lengths of breast stroke until I felt sufficiently cooled, calm and collected and then I went to the steps of the pool and hauled myself out and walked around back to my sunbed. He was lying on his back when I returned, propped up on his elbows, his eyes not leaving me as I walked. I felt his eyes on me still whilst I dried my hair shoulders and then legs on the towel and then laid it flat and lay back down, this time on my front. He was still looking at me and I turned to face in the other direction, now a bit self-conscious.

After about another 5 minutes I heard him speak again, "What's your name, by the way?"

"Caroline," I replied, "What's yours?"

"Dave," he said. "How about I return the favour, Caroline?"

"I think I'm ok," I said, "I'm mostly under the shade of this palm tree here now."

"Not completely, you're not," he responded and before I could object he had stood and walked to me and was pouring my sun cream onto my back.

"Oh, go on then," I said, smiling to myself as I lay face down on the sunbed. He had put on far more sun cream than was necessary and was now massaging it into my shoulders and back. I felt him pull loose the string on my bikini top and I smiled to myself again as he firmly massaged my back from my neck down my back and around and over my hips. It was much more of a massage than rubbing in sun cream but I was enjoying it and I thought I bet he is as well. I felt him step over the sun bed, so he was now straddling me and continuing to massage my back, then he stopped and applied more sun cream to his hands. I took this opportunity to put my sun glasses back on and fold my arms above my head and lie with my head on one side on top of my arms.

He now started to massage my legs, he started briefly at the tops of my legs before moving quite quickly to my calves and then started to work his way slowly, very slowly back up. I opened my eyes and managed to watch him out of the corner of my eye, this fantastic young stud with a chiseled body slowly massaging up my legs. Then I saw it.

His swimming trunks were still damp and had not quite dried in the heat of the sun and the material was clinging to his cock, and what a cock. I almost gasped as I noticed. His cock was huge. At least the bulge was huge. I craned my neck a bit to get a better look, it completely filled the front of his swimming costume and I could see the head almost bulging out of the bottom of the material. He was not looking at me he was completely focused on what he was doing and was now up past my knees on the back of my thighs. I closed my eyes again as he tried to pull my thighs apart. I resisted but his strong hands and arms were quite insistent and I thought, ok I'll go with this but stop him if it gets too much. He was now right at the top of my thighs pulling them apart slightly as he massaged round the tops of my legs and letting a finger or two slide between the gap at the tops of my legs and underneath the material of my bikini bottom.

My breathing was becoming ragged again and I felt myself bite my lip and my eyes roll backwards. I was enjoying this too much and had to stop it soon, it was getting really erotic and he was starting to make me wet. He finally let a solitary finger slide over my pussy lips and penetrate my slit ever so slightly. That was it, it has to stop, I was just about to sit up and roll over and ask him to stop when he slapped my bum and grabbed and crushed one of my buttocks in his powerful fingers and said "All done," before he leapt from over my sunbed and started walking coolly back to his own.

I was about to sit up when I remembered the straps on my bikini were undone. I put my hands behind my back and tied the traps in a bow before I sat up. He was now standing next to his sun bed facing away from me when he said, "I think I need to go and relieve myself." I took him to mean he needed to go and use the toilet and he turned towards me but started walking away, smiling all the while. I again noticed the huge bulge in his shorts and another thought entered my head about what he meant by relieve himself.

I lay there for a while on my back propped up by my elbows trying to compose myself and reduce the rapidity of my breathing. Presently I looked up to the hotel building and balconies of the rooms which overlooked the swimming pool. Dave was there on one of the larger balconies of the larger rooms looking down at me. I noticed it was on the third floor, a couple of rooms along from the smaller balcony of my and Eddie's room. The balconies surrounded a small veranda and were about 4' high composed of brick which had a few gaps filled with metal railings. The balcony outside the patio doors of my and Eddie's room was only about 5' by 12' and had a plastic table with a couple of plastic chairs but I could tell the balcony outside Dave's room was bigger, I estimated about 12 or 15' square and has the same table but more chairs.

Dave gave me a small salute with a finger against his brow and I smiled back at him but then looked away towards the bar area. It was still quiet, nothing much had changed. When I looked back up towards the balcony I first thought he had gone but then I realized he must have been sitting on one of the chairs, as I could just make out his jet black hair and part of his shoulder and body through a gap where the railings were. He seemed to be moving slightly and his head was bobbing back and forward in time with a part of his arm which I could make out. I caught him glimpse down towards me every now and again but he would not have known I was looking at him because I had my sunglasses on and my hat and my head was pointing in the direction of the other side of the pool but I was looking up from the top and side of my eyes.

I took a sharp intake of breath as I realized what he was doing. I swiftly sat bolt upright and pulled my knees up to my body and wrapped my arms around my legs. He was watching me and having a wank. I was not sure how to feel, I felt a bit violated at first but as the initial shock subsided and the realization of what he was doing and who it was that was doing it sank in, I felt less uncomfortable. Gradually I realized that I liked this idea and I went back to the position I was in before I comprehended what he was doing. In fact I decided I would put on a bit of a show. Even though I was well covered in cream I put some lotion on the tops of my breasts and rubbed it into first the areas that were exposed to the sun and then a bit more underneath the material and towards my nipples. Still there bobbing back and forward. Then I turned over onto my hands and knees with my bum pointing generally in the direction of his balcony and rubbed my lower back to just under the material of my bikini bottom and then the tops of the back of my thighs to just under the material of my bikini bottom. I slowed and slid a finger or two underneath the material and over my labia which I fingered gently. Still there bobbing back and forward. I smiled to myself and just happened to glance over to the other side of the pool.

To my horror a man from one of the older couples across the pool was staring at me, smiling to himself. I looked away and as quickly as I could sat back upright over the side of the sunbed, grabbed my hat, sarong and sandals, stood up and walked as slowly as I could manage, trying to keep my composure, towards the door of the apartment block where the sanctity of my room lay.

Once I was inside the building I let out a big sigh and shook my head. I did though see the funny side and smiled to myself as I walked to the lift and then ultimately to the safety of my room. When I was out of the lift and walking down the corridor towards my room I passed the door of what I realized must be Dave's room and my thoughts moved back to him. He was the one who had caused this, he was the one who had got me and himself all turned on and then left to go to his balcony and spy on me whilst he "Relieved" himself. I felt a little angry towards him and wanted to get him back for what he had instigated to make me feel shame and embarrassment. I wondered if he had finished his masturbatory session and how annoying he might find it if he was interrupted. That was it, I decided I would knock on his door under some pretext or other and make him frustrated that he could not finish what he had started. I put on my sandals and sarong and carrying my hat, sunglasses and book I went to the door, composed myself and pressed the buzzer for his apartment.

No answer, so I pressed it again. This time I heard some noise from behind the door and I smiled at the spy hole where I was sure he would now be watching. He opened the door. He was standing there with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his face looked a little red with sweat on his forehead and the veins in his arms and across his chest and shoulders seemed to be standing out more than previously.

"Hi Davy," I said, "I have run out of coffee and I just wondered if you could lend me some?"

He looked at me quizzically and smiled, "Sure, no problem, I'll make you one, how do you take it?"


A Lazy Day By The Pool



I smiled back, "Black please, no sugar." I walked past him down the corridor and into the living room of the apartment, which had a couple of single beds in as well as a sofa bed. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything," I smiled, "Not in the middle of anything, I trust."

He walked past me into the kitchen part of the apartment and started looking for some coffee, "I was actually in the middle of something, but nice of you to call round. We don't seem to have any coffee but would you like a beer or a wine or a cock – tail."

The gap in between cock and tail was long and I am sure intentional. I was enjoying the flirting and thought, 'I'm about 20 years your senior Dave, I'm not going to let you intimidate me.'

"Sure, anything's fine," I said. "I'll just be out on the balcony." The balcony was just as I had imagined, a lot bigger than the one on my room and with more chairs around the table. I walked over to the wall-railings to near where I imagined he had been sitting – wanking and looked over the side to the pool area where not much had changed. He would indeed have had a good view of me whilst sitting there.

"A beer for you," came his voice from behind me and I turned and accepted the bottle of beer before turning again and looking out over the pool. Quietly and calmly he spoke again, "I'm just going to finish what I was doing previously. If you would like to help just stay there but take off you sarong."

I had not really been listening to what he was saying but I thought about it again and started to turn around whilst questioning, "Take off my sarong? What on earth do you mean, take off m –", I never finished the sentence. The sight that beheld me was not what I had expected. He was standing in the patio doorway of the balcony and had let the towel slip to the floor, so he was naked. He held his cock in his right hand and was masturbating it rhythmically whilst looking at me, his mouth open slightly and his top lip curled. His head was bobbing backwards and forwards slightly in time with his hand pumping his cock. I felt like I was going to drop the bottle of beer but I quickly gripped it tighter and my mouth fell open. I wanted to say something but I was struck dumb, transfixed and mesmerized by the sight in front of my eyes.

"Your sarong," he managed to snarl between gritted teeth, "loosen it, take it off," and his left hand grabbed lower down on his cock, towards the base, near to his large, dangling, swaying balls and after he did this they started to slap against his left hand with a regular and quickening slap, slap, slap sound. I looked at him but could not manage to say anything as this magnificent young stud watched me at close quarters and his pace quickened as the grimace on his face tightened.

His cock was very large, probably the biggest I had seen, in the flesh, as it were. He had both hands on it, the right one just below his bell end and the left one just above his balls and there was easily enough room for another hand in between and possibly more. Also the girth, it all looked in proportion. I had seen pictures of guys who were well hung and their dicks had looked long but his looked at first glance quite average but it was probably about twice the length of my husband's 5 or 6" and also twice the width. My head was swimming. I was unable to speak and my breathing was uneven. I was torn between wanting to get out of the apartment as quickly as possible and staying and watching this physically gorgeous young man, who had taken my breath away and was masturbating in front of me and fantasizing about having sex with me. I could not move and I think I had decided I did not want to move, I just wanted to watch, and I was so turned on myself. I did not want it to end, my legs felt weak, I was in a cold sweat but also too hot, my mouth was open and dry, and my pussy was wet and wanton.

All of a sudden he stopped what he was doing but kept his right hand tight around his cock, just below the head. He looked me up and down and stared into my eyes and said, "If you don't want to take off your sarong you can leave." I did not know what to say or do. He moved slightly to his right to allow me access to the patio door. I walked through it into the room where I was cooled by the air conditioning and I stopped and turned to look at him.

He spoke again, "So you want to leave?" I looked at him and down at his big, hard, cock and beautiful, hard, sculpted body and then back into his face. Absolutely not, I thought. I loosened the sarong and let it drop to the floor.

I bent and started to loosen the buckle on one of the sandals but he said, "No, leave the rest on for now." I had made my decision and I knew it and he knew it.

He came into the room and closed the patio door behind him. "Lick it," was all he said. After a few seconds hesitation, I went over to him and got down on my knees in front of him and put one of my hands around his cock where he had released his grip. My fingers could not reach my thumb around its circumference. I leaned my head forward slightly and licked at the tip of the head with my tongue. This was the first time in over 20 years that I had licked or even touched a man's cock, other than my husband's, and the first time ever I had touched one with my tongue without having cunnilingus myself previously. Yet with the young Adonis in front of me I not only did not mind, I wanted his cock on my tongue, and I wanted more, and I wanted him to force me to do it.

I licked, gently at first, as though I was licking an ice-cream, around the head and from the base of the head to the tip, over and over, around and around. I wanted to touch all of the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue and I could feel it throbbing and pulsing against my tongue and taste a saltiness and the chlorine of the swimming pool. Eventually he took control and gripped it in his hand again before saying, "Put it in your mouth." I obeyed, although it was not easy, even the head was large. He had pushed it into my mouth before I knew it and I was gently sucking his bell end when he pushed further and the head slid further into my mouth and he rubbed it around the inside of my cheek.

"Nice cock sucking lips," he said and I looked up at him. "That's it, look at me whilst you suck my cock. I want to see your eyes when my cock's in your mouth." I continued sucking and licking and he said "Breathe through your nose, I want to be down your throat." With that he held my hair tightly in one of his fists and pushed my head hard onto his cock so that it slid out from my cheek and to the back of my throat. This made me gag and I had to concentrate to breathe through my nose as he tried harder to force his cock down my throat.

Eventually my eyes started watering as he pushed harder and I could feel him pushing at the back of my throat and I started to retch but he pushed harder any my eyes were now streaming and I was pushing against his legs with my hands but he spoke again, almost shouting, "Hands down, flare your nostrils, open your throat if you don't want to gag."

I tried to comply but it was no use I was gagging and retching and thought I would pass out until he eventually released me and pulled his cock out. A huge amount of saliva also came out with his cock and I felt liquid streaming from my nose and eyes and I felt physically nauseous.

"Not quite ready for that," he said in a much gentler tone and lifted me onto my feet and held me in his powerful arms. In my heels I was about the same height as him but now felt so weak and vulnerable next to him. He wiped down my face with his strong hands and kissed me tenderly on the head, nose and lips before turning me around to face a single bed that was in front of me. He pushed me forward onto the bed, so I was on it on my hands and knees with just my feet in the heels sticking off the edge. "I need to get you ready for me now," he said. He lowered himself down behind me and pulled my bikini bottom to one side, which gave him instant access to my pussy and ass. I felt weak and helpless and possibly would have started to cry but my eyes were already streaming and puffy but was about to soon feel very different.

He started to gently lap at the outside of my labia with his tongue, licking round the outside and then over the lips, side to side, up and down, flicking at them with his tongue before giving a long hard rasping lick from my clitoris to my anus. He pushed the middle of my back down so my face, breasts and almost my tummy were in contact with the bed sheet but my bum was high in the air. He could now have easy access to me all the way from clit to ass hole. My arms were folded forward in front of my head but he pulled them down by my sides and gripped my wrists with his hands. There was no way I could easily move from this position, not that I wanted to.

He continued his light and then heavier licking all around me and I steadily became more relaxed and more turned on. My eyes were closed and my mouth open and my breathing was getting heavier and heavier. I felt him prize my outer lips open with a finger and thumb, so he had access to my inner lips and all at once he took both lips into his mouth and began sucking them over and over again. Every now and again he would flick my clit with his tongue then move away and concentrate on the area between my pussy and ass. This carried on for a while but whether it was seconds, minutes or hours I had no idea.

After a while he slid a finger and then two into my now soaking pussy and said "Nearly wet enough." He then extremely quickly frigged inside me with two fingers and waves of ecstasy flowed over me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as liquid gushed from me and over his fingers. I started to sob and shake as he lapped at the liquid with his mouth.

He then started to probe at my ass with his tongue. Whenever my husband had tried this previously I had always stopped him after a few licks and told him that was out of bounds. For Dave it was different, I resisted a little at first but he was much more dominant than my husband and his strong hands and arms kept me pinned down and in position as he pulled apart my bum cheeks and probed deeply with his tongue.

"No, not there," I pleaded, and he moved his head back a little, so initially I thought he was going to stop.

Then he spoke, "Like you have a choice," and pushed his tongue much harder against my anus. I gasped and felt like I was melting, he was so powerful and dominant, such an alpha male and I so wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me.

"Keep your arse tight," he commanded as he gently massaged my ass hole with a wet lubricated finger, moving it back and forth between my pussy and ass constantly re-wetting it with the copious amount of lubrication I had produced and was continuing to produce. "Keep it tight, tight, tight," he again commanded. I was trying to comply but was finding it more difficult and was approaching another orgasm. I eventually had to relax my ass and at that point he buried a finger or thumb deep inside and started massaging in and out. It was unbelievable and I came again deeply and powerfully, shuddering and whimpering slightly. He replaced his digit with his tongue and massaged again in and out and I was completely relaxed as he did it.

"My turn now," he stated as he stood up behind me. He held the end of his cock against my anus and massaged up and down between there and my pussy as he had done with his finger.

Suddenly there was a noise of voices and laughing outside the room and the sound of a door opening. I came back to my senses quickly but before I could realize what was happening, Dave had scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me quickly the few yards to the bathroom. He placed me gently on my feet and turned on the light and closed over the door so it was only open a tiny fraction.

"Yo Dave, are you at home?" called a voice.

"In the powder room," he called back.

"Are you nearly done, I need to go," said the first voice again.

Dave responded with, "I'll be about 10 minutes, go and use the one next to the pool." He then shut the door and turned towards me, "They'll only be a couple of minutes, just dumping their gear before they go to the pool." I nodded my understanding.

"Now where was I?" he said.

"Dave, we can't, your friends are back now," I pleaded.

He looked at me and smiled, "There's no way I'm stopping now. They'll be gone in a minute." With that he maneuvered me around so I was facing the wash basin, behind which was a large mirror. He pushed me so that I bent over forward and said, "Hold onto the taps."

Before I could object I was bent over the wash basin holding onto the taps looking at myself in my bikini and heels. He pulled the string on my halter neck and undid the catch on the back of the bikini top and my breasts swung free. "Nice juicy little tits and bitable nipples," he whispered. He then pulled the string on my bikini bottom and it dropped to so top and bottom were lying in a puddle on the floor next to my feet.

I looked at him in the mirror behind me, this gorgeous young stud that I had only spoken to for the first time less than a couple of hours ago and I wanted him to have his way with me more than ever. He again started where he had left off, rubbing the head of his vein engorged dick between my ass and pussy. He dribbled some saliva onto the end of his cock which I thought was unnecessary as I was still soaking wet and then I looked down at the basin and closed my eyes wondering whether he was intending to give my virgin ass the biggest meat injection I could imagine. I smiled to myself and gripped onto the taps.

It was not my ass that was in for a pounding, at least not today. After about a minute of gentle massage of my taint from ass to pussy he slid the bulbous head of his length gently through the wet lips of my vagina. It was big, already I could feel how big and wide he was but I was very wet and felt ready for him. How wrong I was. With a grunt and a thrust he plunged most the rest of his length inside me. 'For Fuck's Sake,' he was massive and I gasped and he pulled out and thrust back in again, deeper this time. I was being stretched more than I had been for years and he was unrelenting. Deeper and deeper until eventually I thought I might mass out with the pleasure and pain and at last his balls were against my bum, slapping again and again, loud and rhythmically against me. He was grunting with each thrust and these were getting louder and more desperate and animalistic.

I thought I heard a voice outside the bathroom, "Sounds like he has a slapper in there," but I could not care less, so lost was I in being repeatedly impaled by his fantastic manhood.

Eventually after I had orgasmed again at least twice more he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair and pushed me down to my knees, wanking his cock furiously and with a look of pure aggression on his face, he roared, "Fuck yes, you're my woman now." His cum then erupted on me, over me, into my open mouth, which he had forced open by pulling my hair. Great, thick, white ropes of his seed that filled my mouth and covered my face, hair, neck, onto my boobs and across my body.

I kept it in my mouth for a few seconds and then swallowed it down. Although I usually hated the taste and texture for him it was different. I needed to do this for hi, he was an alpha male and he had wanted me, taken me and now marked me as his. It felt good, just because it was his.

He picked me up onto my feel and looked at me tenderly before taking me in his arms and kissing me passionately on my semen covered lips. "Thanks," he said smiling, "that was really good. We should do it again sometime." He looked at me covered in his cum and said "Would you like a shower?"

I thought about this but at that point just wanted to be back in my own apartment, "Could I use a tissue or a towel I asked?" "Sure," he said, "use mine and keep it to remember me by."

He checked to see that the apartment was empty and when it was I replaced my bikini and sarong and hurried on back to my own apartment. I felt so guilty and yet so elated but I thought I must never ever do that again.