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one arm around her own waist, the other hand gripping her ass. Her vagina had dilated to accommodate him now and the fit was snug and smooth. He began to thrust with a steady rhythm, timing his strokes perfectly so that he penetrated deeply and then withdrew almost to the tip without the head of his cock slipping out of her.
    The building pleasure was almost too much for Donna to bear and she wanted to cry out to him to stop, that she wasn’t going to be able to take any more. To stop herself she wound one arm around his neck and pressed her mouth hard against his, trying to suck his tongue free from its roots, while her other hand splayed across the broad expanse of his rippling back and she anchored her nails in the flesh there, feeling him twitch beneath her fingers. Kyle’s thrusts became more urgent, more rapid, and their bodies bucked as if he was trying to throw her off his cock and she was doing her utmost to stay on. The churning water lapped and sloshed over the sides of the pool and Donna thought she heard her moans and whimpers and Kyle’s deeper gasps rebounding off the wall of the chalet behind her.
    She angled herself back slightly, gripping his arms, her legs still clamped around his waist. The change in position altered the angle of penetration of Kyle’s penis so that suddenly there was direct friction on her clitoris, and her pleasure accelerated. Kyle ducked his head to lick and suck at first one of her nipples and then the other, before he stared straight into her eyes again, a franticness in his own eyes which hadn’t been there before, and she sensed a new urgency in his thrusts.
    ‘Are you coming?’ she panted.
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Are you going to come in me, baby? Are you going to spurt that hot jism in my cunt?’
    ‘ Yeah. ’
    Donna could feel the rapid climb starting towards her own orgasm. Determined to get there before he’d finished, she angled forward again and pressed her tits into his chest once more and ground her pelvis against his, using the rigid core of his cock to massage her vaginal walls as well as her clit.
    As her excitement reached and passed the point of no return and she felt her body freefalling towards its climax, Donna’s mind was filled with an exhilarating sense of the sheer dirtiness of what she was doing. She was naked in a swimming pool with a hot, sexy young man more than a decade her junior and whom she barely knew, and she was allowing him to thrust his erect penis in her vagina for his pleasure and hers.
    Dimly she became aware of a woman’s voice – hers, she realized – gasping fuck me, fuck me , and Kyle’s making unintelligible sounds close beside her ear, and then the orgasm hit her like a force of nature, a typhoon or a tsunami, and she was lifted up by it into the brilliant blue sunlit sky, carried aloft by devastatingly intense physical pleasure. She screamed hoarsely, and in her ear heard Kyle shout, too, as she felt his spurting wetness deep inside her, her vagina milking his cock as it gripped and released and gripped his shaft with her own spasms.
    Donna slumped against Kyle, letting him take her weight, her face buried helplessly in his shoulder, ebbing spasms still jolting her with diminishing frequency. For a long while, maybe a couple of minutes, there was nothing but the sparkle of the sunlight off the pool’s surface and the warm tanned smell and feel of Kyle’s smooth body enveloping her and the dwindling sensation of his cock inside her.
    He was the on to make the first move, lifting his head away to look at her. ‘Donna –’
    ‘Shh.’ She put a finger to his lips. She’d enjoy the post-coital talk they’d have, the murmurings and kisses and slow caresses they’d share. But it was too soon for that. Way too soon. Her appetite had been whetted, and only partly slaked. She needed more.
    Donna unclasped her legs from around Kyle’s thighs and felt his cock slip out of her completely, cool poolwater rushing in to fill the space.