“I don’t want to go, Daddy,” Rebecca said.

The idea of being dumped in the South of France for a month to fend for herself terrified Rebecca, no matter how nice the apartment looked.

“You’re eighteen, and you’ve finished school,” her father said. “You’ll have to fend for yourself anyway in October when you start university. This will be good practice. Most girls would jump at the chance.”

Rebecca felt guilty. They would. Her father had rented her a posh apartment in Beaulieu-sur-Mer for the whole of September. But the problem was that she was cripplingly shy and could hardly talk to strangers. “I know,” she said. “I should be excited.” She paused. “I don’t even know how I’d get there from the airport.”

Her father laughed. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. You’re fluent in French. Get a taxi.”

It sounded simple, but even such routine, everyday interactions were hard for Rebecca. She shook her head. “You know what I’m like, Daddy.”

Her father frowned. “Yes, and that’s why you’re going.”

The argument continued on and off for a week, but on the first day of September, she found herself at Heathrow, checked in, and in the queue for departures.

“Enjoy yourself,” her father said as she neared security. “Make some friends your own age.” He grinned. “You’re a good-looking girl, so finding boys will be easy, even if you never talk to them.”

Rebecca still felt badly put upon, dreading the coming month. Deep down, she knew she must overcome her crippling shyness, if for no other reason than she was desperate to meet men. She had mooned over several good-looking boys at school and had listened with envy to the girls crowing about their conquests and the things they'd done. She smiled weakly. “I’ll try.”

Three hours later, after a couple of in-flight G&Ts, she waited at the carousel in Nice airport for her luggage. When it finally arrived, she passed through customs and headed nervously for the taxi rank. Her stomach churned at the prospect of talking to the driver, but far less than she expected.

In the end, though she was terribly anxious throughout the trip, everything went smoothly. She arrived at the apartment block just as the sun was setting, and the driver unexpectedly carried her bags up the stairs. She blushed her way through paying and thanked the driver.

Finally, the man smiled. “Bonsoir, j'espère que tu passerez un excellent séjour,” he said as he turned and disappeared back down the stairs.

Rebecca smiled, hoping her visit was more wonderful than she expected. She found the key under a plant pot, exactly where it was meant to be, and let herself in. Once inside, she leaned back against the closed door and breathed a sigh of relief. Weirdly, doing everything in French had helped quell her anxiety.

She dumped her case on the floor in her bedroom. Unpacking her clothes could wait until tomorrow. Rebecca rummaged in her backpack and retrieved her toiletries and her emergency supply of gin. Fortunately, there was ice, so she soon settled into the comfortable sofa in the lounge with a stiff drink, watching the sea.

The following morning, Rebecca checked the kitchen. The fridge was empty, as were the cupboards. She sighed. No coffee today, then. She needed to go shopping. To avoid that essential but daunting chore, she decided to try the beach instead, postponing when she needed to talk to people. Of course, that meant she had to unpack, and the moment she opened her case, she knew her mother had repacked it for her. Gone were all the modest outfits she had chosen - except obviously the tawny top and leggings she’d worn on the plane. All the clothes in her case were revealing, designed to show off rather than conceal. Even the two sundresses looked tighter-fitting than she was comfortable with - more like evening wear than what you’d wear to the beach. She shook her head and smiled. At least her mother had good taste; the clothes were all gorgeous. But she wondered if she had the nerve to wear them.

She quickly unpacked, putting things in appropriate drawers or hanging them in the small wardrobe, judging which outfits she'd dare wear in public. Finally, she reached the bottom layer of underwear. Sure enough, alongside her underwear, her mother had substituted three skimpy bikinis for the modest swimsuits she had packed. Rebecca picked out the least revealing one - bright red, that would adequately cover her tiny tits, though the bottoms were cut high.

She stripped and put on the immodest bikini, examining herself in her floor-length mirror. A barely adequate triangle covered her sex at the front, with two wide bands of material that swept up at forty-five degrees to her narrow waist and then around the back. The bikini contrasted nicely with her pale skin and set off her long, ginger hair and green eyes nicely.

When she turned to check her rear in the mirror, the bikini disappeared into her bum crack, only emerging in a broad triangle near the top that joined the narrow waistband, highlighting the smooth, naked flesh of her bum cheeks. It’s worse than being naked!

Rebecca blushed, imagining herself on the beach wearing it, exposed to prying male eyes. She briefly hated her mother. But she decided this was still better than the skimpier alternatives her mother had packed, which comprised little more than tiny triangles of fabric and string.

She examined her front again. Her untamed ginger pubes escaped the narrow triangle of the bikini on both sides and at the top, above her mound. She had spotted a lady-shave in the bottom of her case. So thoughtful, Mummy, how kind, she thought sarcastically.

Rebecca carefully trimmed the offending ginger hairs, leaving her bush untouched, and then pulled the bottoms back on. She adjusted them to cover as much as possible and checked herself in the mirror. She felt almost naked, but she told herself, firmly, that it covered just enough that she could brave the beach without embarrassment. She picked out a white sundress with a bold, flowery pattern that would come down to her knees and covered her adequately. Before she donned the wrap-around sundress, Rebecca slathered herself in Factor 50, knowing her alabaster skin couldn’t take much sun.

She put her arms through the narrow shoulder straps and wrapped the sundress across her front. She struggled briefly but soon found the hooks and eyes to fasten the dress. When she checked herself in the mirror, it fit perfectly. She hardly recognised the elegant girl looking out at her and wished she had the confidence to own the look. Rebecca snorted. She could almost hear her mother now. Don’t slouch, stand up straight, girl. She squared her shoulders and grinned. I don’t look at all bad in this outfit! She twirled, and the dress flared nicely, revealing her slim thighs.

She cursed her mother again when she looked for shoes. Three pairs of perilously high heels. But there was also a pair of espadrilles, which were perfect for the beach.

Finally, as happy as she could be wearing such an outfit, she packed a shoulder bag with towels, suntan lotion, and a book. When she reached the door, she had to force herself to leave. I can’t stay in here the whole month!

Rebecca walked nervously to the nearby beach, the Plage de l’Ange Gardien, hoping she actually had a guardian angel. She was acutely aware of the stares she drew, and a few cars even honked their horns. She smiled. That’s probably just the traffic. A few minutes later, she reached the pebbly beach and scanned for a suitable spot. It was still quite early, so the beach was relatively quiet. She picked a spot as far from anyone as possible.

Rebecca laid out her towel and reluctantly took off her sundress, exposing herself to the few families around her, who thankfully ignored her, before quickly lying down. After an hour, she forced herself to go to the tiny beach vendor to buy some water, aware that heads turned to watch her. But still, she felt more comfortable than the previous day.

The beach slowly filled up, and she covertly people-watched, behind the armour of her dark sunglasses and open book. She smiled when she saw an astonishingly buxom Asian girl, about her own age, scan the beach, brazenly checking out the men. Rebecca was surprised when the girl’s attention focused on a middle-aged man, at least forty. The girl walked straight over to the man; they exchanged a few words, and the girl plonked her towel right beside his.

She couldn’t hear what was said, but she watched the two flirt outrageously. What does she see in him? He’s old enough to be her father. Rebecca laughed. He’s old enough to be my father. An hour later, she was unsurprised when the two picked up their towels and walked off the beach, obviously intent on sex.

Rebecca couldn’t imagine herself having sex with such an old man, but he wasn’t at all bad-looking and had an impressive bulge in his trunks. She snorted. She’d never had a boyfriend, let alone sex. Nor did she have a good scale for penis size. She imagined the mismatched couple together, trying to picture them having sex. Her imagination failed on details, but the man was old enough that he should know what he was doing, and she guessed that the girl would enjoy his intimate attentions. Rebecca grinned, realising she’d love a bit of that attention herself. She vowed to speak to the man if she ever saw him again, even if he was old.

Shopping that evening was easier than anticipated. A short taxi ride there and back, and a quick spin around the aisles, filling her trolley with essentials. Even the checkout was painless.

Over the next few days, Rebecca fell into a routine, spending much of the day in the same spot on the beach, reading and people-watching, before retiring back to her apartment. In the evenings, unable to face a restaurant alone, she ate on her balcony.

On the fourth day, in her familiar spot and still wet from a swim, she saw the man again. He stopped at the edge of the beach, scanning the people. She saw his gaze focus on her and was suddenly nervous. Sure enough, the man made a beeline for her. Rebecca pretended not to notice his approach, but when he loomed over her, she couldn't ignore him, and she looked up.

“Do you mind if I join you?” the man said.

Her stomach churned. After a moment searching for a reason to deny him, Rebecca finally nodded. “Sure,” she forced herself to say.

The man smiled broadly. “Hi, I’m Henry.”

She looked up again and smiled. “Rebecca.”

The man, Henry, fussed with his towel and belongings for a few minutes, and then unbuttoned his short-sleeved white shirt and took off his khaki shorts, leaving him just in black swimming trunks. Rebecca tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help herself. The man was well-tanned and in better shape than she expected for someone so old. He was certainly fitter than her own father.

The man tried to engage her in conversation, but Rebecca felt acutely self-conscious, aware of just how much of her body was visible, so her answers were monosyllabic. She smiled inwardly when he said he was a widower. That was a line, if ever there was one. Especially as she’d seen him head off for sex, just days ago.

Around noon, Henry pulled on his shorts and donned his short-sleeved shirt. He started packing his stuff away. “I'm off for a bite to eat,” he said. “Do you want to join me? I could do with some company.”

She hoped and feared that he had more in mind than that. A quick glance at his crotch didn’t help; there was no prominent erection distorting his shorts. Rebecca almost refused, but realised she had been secretly hoping for just such an opening. She forced herself to smile, still staring at his groin. “I'd love to.”

Henry looked shocked at her agreement. He looked her up and down, and then smiled. “Come on then.”

She quickly dressed, packed her shoulder bag, and walked in silence up the path from the beach to a modest villa, side by side with the man. The butterflies in Rebecca’s stomach worked overtime as terror fought desire. Once through the gates, they walked down to the small, kidney-shaped pool outside the villa.

Henry turned to her and gestured to a table and chairs. “Sit, and I’ll sort lunch.”

Suddenly, Rebecca could stand it no more. She had to know what sex was like. “I know you fucked that buxom Asian girl the other day,” she blurted out. “Please, will you fuck me?”

Realising what she’d just said, she flushed scarlet, and her hands flew to her face. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” she said. “I mean, I’ve never had sex before, but I want to, and ...” Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head in embarrassment.

Henry laughed. He deliberately ogled her, slowly scanning her slender body, with his gaze lingering on her crotch and her tiny tits. Finally, he looked her in the eye, leering. “You’re not my usual type, but I will fuck you if you ask nicely.”

Rebecca stared at the man’s obvious erection. She had wanted to experience sex for ages, but her crippling shyness had prevented even a kiss. Now, her rash request gave her an opportunity, but excuses to back out filled her mind. He’s too old, he’s the same age as Daddy! She shook her head; that doesn’t matter, it’s just sex, not love. Finally, she summoned all her courage. She looked into Henry’s eyes and smiled. “Please, will you fuck me?”

Henry looked her up and down once more, until his gaze settled on her crotch. “If you really want me to.”

When she nodded nervously, Henry smiled. “I want to see you naked first. Can I undress you?”

She felt butterflies in her stomach. It was a dreadfully intimate thing to allow, and she knew that would just be the start. She steeled herself and nodded. “Yes, please,” she whispered.

He approached her and leaned forward to peck her on her lips. Then his hands unhooked the fastenings at the waist of her wraparound sundress. He slowly opened the dress and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her red bikini underneath. Rebecca knew he’d already seen her dressed like this, but somehow she felt acutely exposed, almost naked now.

Henry nodded appreciatively as he folded her dress and put it on the outside table. Again, he leaned in and kissed her, this time more seriously, with his tongue probing at her lips. She felt his hands reach behind her and unclip her bikini top as she opened her mouth and their tongues entwined awkwardly. It was the first time she’d ever done that.

Henry broke from their kiss and stepped back. He pulled the bikini top off her shoulders, revealing her flat chest and tiny, hard nipples. He whistled appreciatively. “I love your tits. They are perfect.”

Rebecca was relieved; she had worried that, after the buxom Asian cow, he wouldn’t appreciate her tiny assets. She smiled. “Thank you. After seeing you with that busty girl, I was worried you wouldn’t like me.”

He shook his head, smiling. “Oh no, they really are perfect.”

He leaned forward, and his hands clasped her firm, naked buttocks, which were exposed by the high cut of her bikini. Her stomach flip-flopped at the unexpected intimacy of it. When his tongue flicked at each of her nipples in turn, she moaned with pleasure, loving the intense eroticism.

She lost herself in the unfamiliar sensations for a few moments, until, disappointingly, Henry’s tongue stopped its intimate attentions. The man stepped back slightly, and she watched his hands reach for the narrow straps of her bikini bottoms.

She blushed, self-conscious once more, as her bottoms were pulled down, revealing her hairy, ginger mound. Rebecca felt uncomfortable, as no one had ever seen her naked before. She worried he wouldn’t like her pale skin. She pushed her shoulders back, determined not to show her desire for his approval or her near-terror at what would follow. The man looked her up and down appreciatively. He nodded, smiling broadly. “I see you’re a proper ginger.”

Rebecca smiled but was still nervous. “Do you like me?” she asked. “I mean, really?”

“Oh yes. Your body is incredible. Just teenage perfection.” His hands reached out, and she felt her skin shiver as her ran his hands gently down her sides towards her waist and then behind her, caressing her silky backside.

She gasped again when one hand reached around in front and pressed between her legs so that a finger pressed into her hairy, ginger slit.

“Now, you undress me,” Henry said.

Rebecca was surprised by the request, expecting him to undress himself. “Must I?”

He grinned. “Definitely. I can see this is all new to you, and it will help you get used to my body.”

Determined not to look too naive, she reached forward and began unbuttoning his short-sleeved white shirt. Though she had already seen his bronzed chest on the beach, it felt terribly sensual now, with her fingers touching the bare flesh of his chest behind the shirt. When the last button was undone, she paused, nervous about the next step. But she forced herself to open the front of the shirt and push it off his shoulders. Rebecca stared at the sparse blond hairs that dotted his well-tanned chest, afraid to touch this stranger. She drew a deep breath, and her hand reached out to stroke his chest. She was again surprised by how well-toned he was.

Henry smiled. “Stop procrastinating. You’ve seen my chest before.”

Am I really that transparent? She looked down at his shorts, too scared to take them off. Again, a deep breath steadied her, and her hands reached down to undo the waistband. She carefully avoided his groin as she pulled down the shorts, revealing the black swimming trunks that she had already seen, but this time they were distorted by the man’s obvious stiff erection. Rebecca quickly retrieved the shorts, folded them, and put them on the table, still avoiding the inevitable.

Henry sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Rebecca’s left hand reached out to touch the fabric of his trunks. Her finger traced the outline of his erection. She worried whether that monstrosity would fit inside her. It seemed far too big.

“Don't worry,” Henry said soothingly, “I'm really not that big.”

Rebecca snorted. The man was clearly a mind reader. But she was curious to see what a real dick looked like, so she forced herself to undo the string that held his trunks up and tugged down on the waistband.

When Henry's dick sprang free, she gasped. It was even bigger than she had thought. She stared aghast as it bobbed stiffly.

“You can touch it, you know?” Henry said.

Her left hand reached forward, and she instinctively wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft. It felt hot.

“Go on, give it a good feel. You need to be used to it before I push it inside you.”

Rebecca knew that was the ultimate goal, but blushed to hear it stated so explicitly. She shook her head, determined not to be put off. Her hand slowly wanked his shaft, slightly pulling back the foreskin, exposing part of the glistening glans beneath.

“That's it. Now kneel and take a proper look.”

She was a few inches shorter than Henry, but his dick was still at arm's length. Curiosity won over terror. Rebecca grinned and dropped to her knees, so his erection was now at eye level.

Fascinated, she pulled harder on his foreskin until the shiny glans was fully exposed. From the girly talk at school, she knew some had sucked men's dicks. She looked up at Henry. “Do you want me to suck it?”

He laughed. “Obviously.”

Rebecca ignored her anxiety. Her tongue flicked tentatively at his tip, just grazing it. Emboldened, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his tip. She felt his hands rest against the back of her head. “How much can you inhale?” Henry asked.

She peered up at him, with his tip still in her mouth. The man was grinning. She couldn’t respond with words. Instead, her hands grabbed his bum, and she slowly pushed her head forward, her mouth wide open. His hot, stiff cock pressed down on her tongue as she took more and more of his weapon into her mouth. When his tip tickled her tonsils, she suppressed a cough, determined to impress the man, and pushed her head further forward, taking the final inch of his fat cock into her mouth. It felt odd, with his dick down her throat, tickling her tonsils and his wiry pubes tickling her lips.

“Impressive,” Henry said. “Now try sucking as you move back and forth.”

After a few false starts, his rigid dick moved smoothly in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head. Rebecca knew it was having an effect because Henry now groaned and sighed with pleasure.

After a few minutes of her intimate attention, suddenly Henry moaned loudly and pressed his hand against her forehead, pushing her away. “You’d better stop now,” Henry gasped. “I don’t think you’re ready for me to come in your mouth.”

She knew that, theoretically, men ejaculated during sex, but she'd never considered that a man might do so inside her, let alone in her mouth. The prospect of either was horrifying. She looked up at Henry and opened her mouth to speak.

But Henry spoke first. “I think I should fuck you now,” he said, staring down at her. “Do you want that?”

The thought of having a dick inside her for the first time was terrifying. But at the same time, it was exciting and arousing, especially given their scandalous age gap. Rebecca knew her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, but she nodded vigorously, grinning broadly.

Henry took the naked girl’s hand, helped her to her feet, and led her into the villa and to his bedroom. “Sit on the edge of the bed and lie back,” he told her.

She perched her bum on the edge as Henry disappeared into his bathroom for a moment, emerging with a wadge of tissues, which he tossed onto the bed beside her. Rebecca looked up into his eyes. “It won’t hurt, will it?”

Henry smiled. “I promise I’ll make it as easy as possible,” he said softly. His hand reached forward, tweaked her nipples and then pushed against her chest. “Just lean back.”

Rebecca lay back on the bed and stared briefly at the ceiling, hardly able to believe a total stranger was about to take her virginity. I want to watch, she thought. Her left hand reached behind her, groping around until she found the pillows. She dragged one underneath her head, propping it up so she could see herself. She felt uncomfortable with her legs extended over the end of the bed, so she lifted her feet so they rested on the bed to either side of her. The position spread her knees wide apart, making her feel vulnerable. She knew it fully exposed her ginger cunt, but that was the point, wasn’t it?

“Good girl,” Henry said. His right hand reached forward, and she jumped when he gently stroked her hairy slit.

She gasped when his finger massaged her love bump. Two fingers spread her labia apart. Henry stared for a moment and then nodded. She watched him lick a finger, which then ran up and down her inner lips before it probed at her entrance, pushing slightly inside before meeting resistance.

Henry frowned slightly. “Intact. I can’t believe you’ve never even used a dildo.”

Rebecca blushed, shaking her head. She’d thought about it, but could never quite bring herself to click the “buy” button. She stared at his massive boner, apprehensive but excited that it would soon penetrate her.

When Henry moved between her legs, holding his stiff erection, Rebecca knew the moment had arrived. Her stomach churned. She forced herself not to flinch when his left hand clasped her right thigh. She felt the tip of his huge, rigid cock press gently between her exposed inner lips as his right hand guided it. She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. I’ve had that dick in my mouth already; this is just another hole. Then his right hand moved to clasp her other thigh. “Are you ready?” Henry asked.

Rebecca nodded. She screamed when the man’s hips thrust suddenly forward, and the hands on her thighs pulled her onto his rigid boner, ramming it into her unsullied vagina in one long thrust. After a moment of excruciating pain, her entrance stung, and her cunt felt like it would explode. She looked accusingly at Henry. “You said it wouldn’t hurt.”

He smiled wryly. “I said I’d make it easy.”

Though the pain was already fading, she whimpered softly when she felt the stiff rod distending her pussy move. She watched, appalled, as Henry slowly pulled back and his dick emerged bright red with blood.

His hands reached forward and gently stroked her flanks. “Don’t worry. That's quite normal, the first time.” He reached out and grabbed a tissue, quickly wiping his dick clean, before his hands returned to clasp her thighs. Her eyes remained glued to his rigid dick, and she moaned as she watched it slowly disappear back inside her, stretching her pussy wide. Rebecca giggled when she felt his wiry pubes tickling her groin; it did fit inside her. She had never felt anything like it before. His cock stretched her vagina so much it felt as if she would burst, but the feeling wasn't unpleasant.

The next time his dick emerged, there was less blood to wipe off, and on the third long, slow stroke, none. Rebecca started to enjoy the lubricious sensations of repeated dilation. Her eyes remained fixed on the fat, stiff weapon moving slowly in and out of her hairy, ginger pussy.

Soon, she sighed with pleasure each time the rigid boner distended her tight, wet minge. I’m not a virgin anymore. And it feels fabulous! The man started moving faster, and his big dick now pistoned rapidly in and out of her ginger twat. His hands pulled on her thighs, impaling her further onto the massive boner. Rebecca moaned with pleasure, and she looked up from where the rampant cock pounded into her cunt at Henry’s face. The man was grinning, but she could see he was beaded with sweat from his exertions.

“This feels wonderful,” she managed to pant between moans of pleasure.

Henry laughed. Suddenly, his dick slammed into her so hard that she heard his groin slap against her arse. I didn’t think it could feel any better! She felt an odd sensation, almost as if she was going to sneeze. A few violent, ecstatic thrusts later, she squealed as an intense orgasm - her first - coursed through her. She felt her muscles quiver and shudder as she peaked and her pussy clamped around Henry’s still-moving dick. The hands on her thighs held her in place as she writhed, gloriously impaled on his cock. Her pussy gushed, forming a large, wet patch on the bed. When her shuddering subsided, Rebecca stared up into Henry’s eyes and moaned. “I never knew you could feel like that!”

His dick still pleasantly stretched her cunt, with his hairy groin pressed against her. He leered. “I can make you come again, if you like. Do you want to try a different position?”

Flushed and greatly aroused from her climax, Rebecca nodded, eager to feel that ecstasy again. “But I don’t know what to do.”

She felt his dick slowly withdraw and thrust pleasurably back into her dripping cunt. Henry smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He paused. “How about you ride me, cowgirl? Do you ride horses?”

Rebecca nodded. She owned three hunters.

“It will be just like a rising trot.”

She felt his massive weapon pull out of pussy, glistening with her juices. He climbed onto the bed beside her and lay on his back. Rebecca couldn’t take her eyes off his wet dick, which waved proudly in the air. That was just inside me. She turned over and crawled so she was between his outspread legs. She knelt and briefly sucked his dick, using everything she had tried earlier, staring him in the eye as she did so.

“Come on,” Henry said. “You know what to do next, I think.”

Rebecca had a good idea, though the exact mechanics were hazy. She crawled up his body, straddling his waist with her legs. His dick was rampant, pressing lightly against her groin. She leaned forward to kiss him, with his hard cock pressed against her belly. This time, the kiss was much better, but Rebecca didn’t prolong it, wanting to feel his marvellous weapon inside her again. When she sat upright, her left hand grasped his shaft. She lifted herself and tried to lower herself onto the hot, rigid weapon, but almost overbalanced. Her right hand reached back to steady her, pressing on his thigh.

Rebecca tried again, guiding his dick as she lowered herself. She gasped as his tip pressed between her inner lips and slipped inside her tight, wet pussy. Once she felt it was securely inside, her left hand also reached back onto his thigh. Rebecca stared into Henry’s eyes as she lowered herself, moaning softly, onto his dick, savouring the feelings as each successive inch stretched her cunt, until, finally, her weight rested on his groin. She leaned forward, so she was upright, forcing his fat rod as far as possible into her wet minge. It felt wonderful, just like before. “God, I love that feeling,” she said. She sighed with pleasure. “I didn’t think it would feel this good.”

She sat like that in bliss for a few moments until Henry spoke. “Now ride me.”

She lifted herself slowly and then sat back on his groin, just to get the feel of things. The dick sliding out and then back in, under her control, felt incredible. She started a slow rising trot. She grinned. It’s nothing like riding a bloody horse! Soon, his dick thrust up into her as she lowered herself, driving his dick deep inside her ginger muff. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “That’s so good.”

This time, she was less bashful and allowed herself to moan louder, emitting the occasional word as the pork sword slid smoothly in and out. “Yes, like that.” And a little later, “more,” she groaned.

Her arousal quickly mounted, and she felt that odd feeling again. She leaned forward, with his dick hilt-deep in her wet twat, to kiss him. When she did, his arms wrapped around her, pressing her lithe body tight against his muscular chest. His thick, hard dick slammed repeatedly into her, and she quickly climaxed, once again shuddering and writhing as he continued to pound her. “Yes,” she shrieked. “That’s wonderful.”

She felt his body twitch beneath her, and Henry groaned loudly. A hot feeling filled her cunt. Bloody hell, he’s come inside me! She didn’t care; the pleasure that coursed through her body was too intense. Another burst of warm, wet heat filled her pussy as his dick rammed into her again, and she felt cum ooze down her inner thighs. Her shuddering subsided, and she collapsed onto his chest, panting. She gazed into his eyes. “Thank you, I loved that.”

She closed her eyes and rested with his stiff dick still embedded in her cunt until the sticky wetness between their groins became unbearable. She lifted herself off his semi-rigid dick, now appalled at the thought that he had ejaculated inside her and that it was matted in her ginger pussy hair and running down her legs. So much sperm!

“I didn’t mean to do that,” Henry said. “I was saving it for your face and mouth.”

That was far worse! Rebecca walked back outside and dived into the small pool, appalled at the prospect of spunk covering her face and jetting into her mouth. Nevertheless, she wondered what it would taste like. Her hand reached between her legs, thoroughly wiping herself clean in the cool water.

When she looked back towards the villa, Henry stood at the edge of the pool. “You’d better get out of here,” Henry said. “My wife will be back soon.”

Rebecca was appalled. “You said you were a widower,” she said, accusingly.

The man grinned. “I lied.”

Rebecca climbed out of the small pool, furious at the deception, though she had guessed it was just a line when he had first said it. Henry blocked her way. “I need to get my clothes,” she said.

Henry laughed and stared down at her ginger pussy. “Oh, get over it. You obviously loved being fucked.”

She had loved it, but hated the idea of betraying the man’s wife. She almost slapped him, but couldn’t summon the courage. “You bastard,” she said as she pushed past him to retrieve her clothes. She dressed, still soaking wet, in icy silence, as fast as she could, ignoring his pleas, and walked out of the gates onto the road as soon as the sundress covered her bikini, fastening it as she moved.

Rebecca grinned throughout her short walk back to the apartment. For all that she had spent much of the time terrified, she’d finally lost her cherry, and though she felt guilty about betraying his wife, she guessed Henry would never pester her again. Better, the excitement of the situation had unfrozen her tongue, letting her chat with him almost normally. She decided she might enjoy her enforced holiday after all.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she panicked at a sudden realisation. Henry had come inside her, and she wasn’t on the pill. She calmed herself, knowing how easy it was to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, though she’d have to endure the excruciating embarrassment of buying the morning-after pill. She grinned. For now, that was a tomorrow problem, and she spent a contented evening replaying every ecstatic moment.

To be continued in “Beach Buddies.”