Five o’clock once again found us back at the villa, basking in the sunshine beside the pool, bareass naked. S stood from her lounge chair and asked if I needed anything. “A cocktail? Or my cock sucked. Either or.” “Why not both?” she asked, “In which order would you prefer?” “Cocktail first. Then I can drink as you’re sucking me.” She grinned and headed inside, returning with cocktails for both of us in her hands. She came to my lounge chair, handed me a drink, sat her own drink on the ground and settled to her knees. “My armpit is ripe as well, if that appeals to you.” Her smiled widened, and she put her face into my pit, inhaled deeply, and gave an appreciative lap. “Do you know, you’re the first boy who has ever let me do this?” she said, before burying her face again. “Am I the first you’ve ever asked?” She pulled back only long enough to say, “Oh no, not at all.” and then returned to underarm. “Considering how ticklish I can be, it’s a little surprising it works for me. But I’m so relaxed, and trust you so much…”, I trailed off. She licked broadly again, and then began pulling her teeth against the soft flesh in that cleft. After a few more seconds, she turned her torso and lowered her head to my crotch. She started bathing my balls with her tongue, kissing, lapping, and lightly suckling. “You keep that up and I’m going to end up on all fours with your tongue in my asshole. Again.” She paused just long enough to say, “Whenever you like” and then plunged her mouth onto my newly erect cock. S has become staggeringly good at deep throating me in a relatively short time, but approaching me from the side is tough and her teeth grazed me more than once. “Hold on”, I instructed, “Lower the back of this lounge chair for me.” She pulled back and lowered the support brace on the chair until it was entirely flat. “Straddle my face now. Give me your cunt to suck.” My goal was two-fold; I love playing with her cunt, but I also knew lying on top of me would put her in a position to swallow my cock with the greatest ease and depth. She swung one leg over the chair, placed her pussy in easy reach of my head, and then lowered her mouth to my standing cock and took it all the way to the base in one move. I wet the thumb of one hand and slid it into her pussy, and licked the index finger of my other hand and started stroking her puckered, brown asshole with it. With the string afternoon sunlight, I had the best possible view of both. At the same time, S continued to deep throat my cock, and occasionally I planted my feet on the lounge and lifted my hips high, driving my cock into the air, lifting her head and torso at the same time, driving my cock just the tiniest bit deeper into her throat. It’s almost a game, where I do my damnedest to choke her with my cock, and she does her best to outlast me and hold deep until my hips tire and I have to drop my hips back to the chair again. We must have played this game a half dozen times, before she finally pulled her mouth off me entirely and breathed heavily.

I pushed her away from me, stood up, and told her to lie face down on the chair. She did, and I straddled her ass, plunging my cock into her pouting cunt lips. “I can hear the neighbors in the yard next door,” I cautioned her, “you’ll have to keep quiet.” And with that I started driving into her aggressively. The setting wasn’t ideal; the chair wasn’t quite wide enough for me to brace my knees outside her legs, and having my legs on the ground beside the chair was awkward for my knees. Eventually I straightened my legs out behind me and hooked my toes against the last slat on the lounge chair. That gave me enough leverage to drive a little extra hard, which S celebrated by squeaking the slightest cry with each push. I kept up that position and pace for as long as I could before my legs tired. “Would you like to move inside or to the pool?” With a complete lack of guile she answered, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

I took her hand, led her to the pool, and we stepped down a few steps before she turned and placed her hands on the edge of the pool. I moved behind her blossoming ass and slipped my cock home again. Still cognizant of the neighbors, I tried to keep the splashing to a minimum, and so fell into a rhythm of slow, deep fucking, trying my best to bottom out on each stroke. The pace was lovely and I greatly enjoyed the waning sun on my back, but it wasn’t giving either of us the crashing crescendo we craved. I stepped backwards and offered S a hand to stand upright. “Inside.” We picked up our forgotten cocktails, deposited them inside as we passed the table, and proceeded straight to the bedroom. S laid on her back and opened her thighs. I balanced myself into place, bracing myself on forearms and toes, hips bouncing to drop onto her over and over, a heavy slapping of a fuck. In a very few moments, my head swam in a daze and I dropped heavily on her as I spasmed my orgasm into her. Such a welcome release!

Some thirty minutes later (during which I started to write up the above), I saw S sitting outside on the red lunge cushion, eyes closed, basking in the sun, ear buds inserted. With a devilish grin, I was over towards her, As quickly and as smoothly as I could, I stepped in front of her and placed my cock immediately in front of her mouth. She must have noticed something blocking her sun, because she opened her mouth to speak as she opened her eyes, and I drove my mostly flaccid cock into her mouth. Her gasp shifted to a brief choke, but she held her head steady and her mouth open while I fucked her face roughly with my admittedly timid cock. A dozen strokes, then I pulled back and lifted slightly to place my testicles over her nose, the only encouragement she needed to lap at me furiously. When I estimated that she had regained her breath, I returned to fucking her face again. The cycle repeated three or four times before I finally retreated and plopped on the lounge chair next to her. “Aww, that’s all I get?” she pouted with a small smile. Goddamn, I love that girl.

We laid down around 10:30, but it was clear S was still a bit wound up and not quite ready for sleep. “Will you fuck me?” she asked, with a sweet schoolgirl tone. Only a cad would have said no. Rather than rush right into a minimalist sort of performance, I slid a pillow under her upraised hips and laid between her thighs to lick her pussy. I painted her lips wet with my tongue, gently pulling them out and lapping them from top to bottom. Then I slipped my tongue between her lips to see how deeply I could reach inside, a task S assisted with by drawing her legs up high. I have always loved the taste of pussy, but there is a deeper, muskier scent that starts when a woman is well aroused, that comes from deep within, and I was determined to get a taste. Satisfied, I turned to her clit, first taking it into my mouth and playing with the hood, then lightly flicking at it with my tongue, a steady rhythmic pace. I waited for her usual plea, “Please put your finger inside me!” and told her to hush and wait a while longer until I was good and ready. I didn’t make her wait long, but I do so enjoy building some anticipation. I finally gave in and inserted my middle finger into her cunt, finger curved upwards to provide just a bit of pressure on her g-spot. Then I gave the finger just a slight pulse with each little flick of my tongue on her clit. This was the very first way I learned to make her cum, and when we started I had to very carefully follow this procedure for twenty minutes or more to maybe, perhaps, sometimes get her off. These days, it’s rather more effort to avoid making her cum, and I deliberately let my actions be just small enough, just slow enough to drive her a little crazy. The longer I mad her wait, the bigger the payoff, and I wanted that first orgasm to be a full-body convulsion. Slowly, slowly…. and there it was. Just as she crested I increased the tempo, lapped a little harder and broader with my tongue and fingered more vigorously, and her shaking tremors went on and on and I grabbed a pillow to stifle her cries. When things finally subsided just the briefest bit, I pulled my mouth back, added a second finger inside her and fingered with all due enthusiasm, subtlety be damned. I can’t think of anything I like more in this world than making someone cum, and S puts on a damn fine show doing it. Her hips lifted and convulsed off the bed, she twisted side to side, and she groaned repeatedly. She fell into that space where the orgasms began to overlap, and any thought of keeping count would have been futile. I kept this pace for several minutes before I finally relented and pulled my fingers out of her. Her hips collapsed to the bed and she gasped for air, limp and ragged. I grabbed her upper leg and pulled her to the center of the bed, and mounted her cunt, and she latched on to me like a drowning woman. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her knees drew up to allow me as deep as possible, and she started moaning my name like a mantra.

Suffice it to say, we fucked like this for a good long while, 20 minutes or more. We stayed in this same basic position, though with all of the usual variations that make it so diverse. Slow and fast, deep and shallow, teasing and satisfying, fucking with my entire body plastered to her, fucking with almost no contact aside from my cock sliding inside and out. At one point I told her to play with own clit as I fucked her, and offered her the tin of olive oil for lube. after she painted her clit, I pulled out and plopped my still-pulsing cock onto her mons and let her lube it as well. My cock head was exquisitely sensitive and her stroking nearly drove me out of my mind. Suitably coated, I put the tin aside and resumed fucking, taking advantage of the newly slippery state to lift and drop onto her repeatedly with my body weight. As I say, this was one of the longer fucks we’ve had on this trip (though far from our longer “sport fucking” at home; remind me to write about that if I haven’t already) and when I finally decided to gallop full speed towards my own orgasm, we were both more than fully satisfied. I fell to the bed panting, and soon enough S trotted to the sink, returned with a steaming cloth, and as she cleaned me said very simply “Thank you. Goddamn, I love the way you fuck me.” We slept very soundly.

There was another, briefer and less ambitious fuck in the dark hour just before sunrise. I woke up slightly, rolled over to spoon S and very soon found my cock thickening from the warming touch of her ass. One of the delights of this relationship is the complete freedom I have to indulge my sexual whims whenever I like, and so I decided to lazily take advantage of the moment. A bit of oily lube and I slid into her cunt from behind, still spooning her tightly. She moaned, waking up with my cock already inside her, and pushed her ass back to take it a little deeper. We fucked casually that way for a few minutes, and them I rolled on top of her for an equally lazy and indulgent finish. Once upon a time, I would have worried about her own pleasure and gratification, but in this new era where her orgasms come so freely, I no longer fret about balancing the books. I suspect she came, she probably did; she almost always does now. But regardless, I selfishly pursued my own climax and then fell back to bed for a final hour or two of solid sleep. What a thoroughly delightful life.