I awoke the next morning around 9 a.m. with the sun streaming in through the cracks in my curtains.

I was utterly exhausted and hungover. My conscience was sitting uneasily on my shoulders after what I had done with Cathy the night before.

I thought about Kate seeing me leave Cathy’s room. How long had she been there? What had she heard? Had it upset her? Did she give a shit? It was her suggestion in the first place about the two of us hooking up.

Then I started thinking about Cathy. Was she going to talk to me this morning? Was she going to tell anyone else? Had I left any visible marks on her, especially her face? Had she cleaned her room up properly? Had Gary or Ellie heard anything?

As I thought back through the events of the previous midnight hour with her, my morning erection started growing under the duvet. I turned over and pressed my crotch into the mattress to try and fend it off. With no surprise, it only made it worse, and I stared grinding myself into the mattress to get myself off.

I reached for my cum towel on the side of the bed. The one that Kate had reached for a day earlier and inhaled erotically, lying in the same spot I was in now, naked except for her bikini bottoms. Why had she done that? Did she know what it was? Had it turned her on? Was she just instinctively reaching for something to stifle her moans and sighs as I rubbed my hands all over her back and partially covered buttocks?

God, it made me so hard to think of her getting off on the smell of my cum. I brought it to my face too, and I could still smell a hint of the coconut sunscreen we had been using that must have found its way onto it from one of us somehow, combined with a hint of a sweet, buttery scent from her perfume or body lotion that she used, which I suspected was Palmer’s Tahitian Vanilla that I had seen in her bathroom.

To have these smells of her in my nostrils, combined with the smell of my stale, dried cum on the towel, made my erection even harder. I breathed in deeply.

I flipped over onto my back in frustration, threw the duvet off my bed, and started yanking my cock furiously as I was thinking about her.

I fabricated a picture of her naked, standing over me while I lay there on the bed, masturbating. Standing with her legs on either side of me, proudly displaying her young, glistening pussy for me, spreading the lips with two of her fingers and rubbing her clit with her thumb.

I ached to see her cunt in reality. Was she shaved or unkempt? She had worn large bikini bottoms any time I had seen her in them this week, nothing too skimpy or revealing.

I had briefly seen her strong thighs yesterday after I had removed her towel from her waist and before I spanked her right peachy cheek. Chunky and muscular. A little reddened from all the sun she had exposed them to this week. I longed to run my hands up and down those beautiful, defined legs and squeeze her athletic calves. To feel my lips on her inner thighs and run my wet tongue up and down her groin fold, rejoicing in the musky smell of her sex leaking from her sticky cunt.

I drank in the sight of her little blue belly button stud and longed to swirl my tongue across it. I studied her multi-coloured nails on both hands with little accents in the shape of stars or diamonds, one of them holding her pussy open above me.

I hallucinated her pissing onto me from the same position while holding the lips of her sweet box open and longed to feel her intimate warmth smashing onto my stomach and matting the thick hair on my chest into a moist and funky-smelling rug.

I would lean up onto my elbows and capture some of her piss with my mouth. Swirling and savouring it around my mouth like a fine wine before swallowing, taking a part of her inside me.

I came sweetly and quietly into my towel as she started bending her knees and lowering herself down towards me in my morning fantasy. I knew it wasn’t love, but a deep infatuation and crush like I had not felt in years, if ever before. I almost teared up at the thought that I could still feel this way in my late forties, regardless of the fact that she was my best friend’s daughter of less than half my age.

I didn’t bother to clean up my cock. I just threw my towel to the bottom of the bed and got up to get into the shower again. Glancing at my spit-stained jeans that still lay on the floor in a pile as evidence of my face fucking assault on Cathy from the night before.

When I emerged from my bedroom, it seemed that everyone else was already up and about. Everyone was by the pool except Kate and her mum, Ellie, who were in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the group. Kate was in a yellow one-piece swimsuit today, with a pair of loose towelling shorts and bare feet. Her jet-black hair was loose around her shoulders.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled like the brightest torch, and her thick lips were make-up-free but had a hint of lip balm to protect from today’s sun. Her top lip looked delicious, full and plump, and angled almost fully diagonally up and out away from her mouth.

“Hey Jamie,” Ellie called as I walked to the kitchen.

“Hi,” Kate said.

“Hello,” I replied to them both.

“Can I get you some breakfast? We have been making it for everyone,” Ellie asked.

“Ermm, some eggs would be great,” as I had spied some in the frying pan already.

“How was your evening?” Kate asked.

“Here we go,” I thought, although I knew she wouldn’t spill anything in front of her mother.

“Fine, thanks,” I replied. “Cathy and I drank for a bit longer out here and then went to bed.”

“I knew you two would hit it off,” Ellie remarked.

Kate bowed her head to hide her smirk as she buttered some toast. Well, at least it looked like she wasn’t pissed off with me. We hadn’t spoken, really, not only since she'd seen me coming from Cathy’s room but also since I had spanked her hard, reading the room wrong and upsetting her the previous morning.

“What’s everyone doing today?” I asked.

“We were going to take Jim’s yacht out for lunch. Do you fancy that? Everyone else is coming.”

“Sure,” I said as I walked past Kate to go into the fridge and pull out some orange juice. I joined her at the kitchen island and poured some OJ into a glass. Kate put her hand onto my thigh beneath the island, so her mum on the other side couldn’t see. I melted a little and turned to her and cast her a smile.

“We will bring your eggs out to you, J,” Kate said. “Go and join the others,” she nodded towards the terrace. I followed her, looking outside to see Cathy looking back inside, watching us. I smiled meekly in her direction.

“OK, great,” I sighed and headed out towards an empty lounger, with my tail between my legs, as I approached Cathy.

Later that day, we had all made our way out onto Jim, Gary’s boss’s yacht, that had been loaned to us for the afternoon. It was a ten-berth, two-level boat with a crew of three to take us out. Very nice!

I’d made enough pleasantries with Cathy in the morning that we were on speaking terms as we sat on deck on a couple of sunbeds next to each other, sipping on some Aperol.

I got the impression that she would be up for another session once she had gotten over her ‘sore throat’ that she had told everyone she had gotten overnight. I planned to make that a reality upon our return home.

We had anchored only about 500 m out from the shore as the kids wanted to go snorkelling. I hate swimming, so I sat it out, but I gathered round the group as they prepared to jump off the side. Sam, Kate, Gary, Cathy, and David were going in. Peter and Ellie were sitting it out with me.

They sat behind us on some benches at the side of the boat as everyone got their gear on. Gary, Cathy, and David jumped over the side. Kate was still texting someone on her phone as Sam tried to drag her to the edge to jump in. She let herself get dragged along as she finished her text, and as they got next to me by the side of the boat, Kate thrust her phone into my hand face down.

“Drop that on my lounger, will you?” she yelped at me as Sam held her arm and pulled her over the side into the water as she screamed in excitement. I watched them make a splash and then stared at her phone in my hand. I turned it over face up in my palm and could see that it was still unlocked after she had finished her text.

My heart started pumping fast. I stared at it. How long did I have before it locked itself for inactivity? Her mum and younger brother were behind me on the other side of the deck. What could they see?

I looked up to see the swimmers, oblivious to me standing there and more than occupied with their fun.

The phone was sat on her home screen, a picture of her and Sam as the background wallpaper. Her photo app icon felt like it was blinking and flashing at me like the lighthouse that was to my right in the distance.

My hands were shaking. I moved my finger up from the bottom of her screen to reveal the list of apps in the order that she had last used them to prevent the screen from locking. I took my own phone out of my pocket and unlocked it.

I looked up to pretend I was still watching them in the water, in case Ellie was watching and wondering what I was doing. I swiped right on the list of her apps till I found the photo app, clicked it, and it opened full screen in front of me without Face ID being required.

‘Fucking hell,’ I thought. I started scrolling down through the pics quickly until I saw a flash of anything flesh-coloured. I stopped after two pages. Bingo. There were a series of about seven selfies of her from two days ago, in underwear, in front of a mirror in her bedroom annex. My mouth was as dry as a desert.

I held the phone to my chest and turned to look back at Ellie and Peter, smiled, and nodded my head. Then turned back to continue to pretend to watch the swimmers. I hit the select button, clicked all seven pics, the share icon, and hit AirDrop. My unlocked phone pinged up, and I clicked ‘accept’. It felt like I was downloading a secret spy list in Mission Impossible while I waited for all the pictures to copy across to my phone.

Done. I hit the X button on her phone, quickly scrolled back to the bottom of her camera roll, and closed the Photos app. It wouldn’t appear in the last list of used apps, but I gambled she wouldn’t notice that and just open it from her home page next time she wanted to open that app.

I clicked the sleep button on her phone, and it went blank and locked. I put my phone back in my pocket. I exhaled, my hands still shaking. I turned and walked back to the others still on deck, dropping Kate’s phone on her lounger without fuss.

I think I had gotten away with it.

“Just popping to the loo,” I said to Ellie after a couple of moments of small talk. “Won’t be long.”

I headed inside to the lower deck and locked myself in the toilet.

Let’s see what I had got. As far as underwear shots go, I had hit the jackpot. Sure, there were no full nudes or any video of her sucking Sam’s cock; maybe there would have been if I had scrolled up further, but given the circumstances and the few seconds I had, I was more than happy with the spoils from my first access to her camera roll.

There were two sets of underwear that she had clearly been trying on. A black lace French-style set of a camisole top with French lacy knickers; in fact, I think I saw her in that top last night as I came out of Cathy’s room, and a red g-string with a skimpy matching red bra. Bless her, she had given me a full front, side, and back view with her head turned over her shoulder. Fuck, it was perfect.

My cock was rock hard, and I pulled my shorts down quickly and got it out. It was a bit cramped in the toilet, but I zoomed in to her ass in the red g-string and got the best look yet of her sweet, bare buttocks. The red string disappeared between her cheeks, so she looked naked below the waist to all intents and purposes.

“Fuck, Kate,” I whispered. “Look at you.”

I’d never seen such a flawless behind. Plump, firm, not a mark on it; each cheek looked almost symmetrical. Some real definition on the sides of her cheeks and a big, round curve at the bottom of each buttock leading down to the back of her thighs.

How I wanted to worship this bum. She would be able to get me to do anything with the promise of some time playing with this.

I so badly wanted her nude, kneeling behind her as she bent over a table. Softly, I would plant a firm kiss on each fleshy cushion, rubbing the cheeks across my face, feeling how soft they were to touch. Smelling her girlish scent from between her legs. I’d run my warm hands up the sides of each leg and back down, dragging my nails over the bum as I moved back down her legs.

I was stood over the sink, jerking hard as my phone lay next to the basin.

I would start grabbing her bottom in both my hands and massaging, groping, and molesting the cheeks, slowly prying them apart a little at a time, sampling the sponginess and suppleness of her young backside, dreaming of breeching her most private, tangy muscle with my tongue and fingers, tormenting no one but myself from the first view of her little, tight, closed, fleshy treasure. Nibbling softly and then biting harder on her ass as I squeezed my hands harder into her sexy rump.

I imagined pulling my cock and standing up behind her. Placing my aching erection right at the small of her back and my heavy balls softly cushioned on her tush, my sticky pre-cum leaking all over her flesh, adding to the erotic stench we were both being aroused by.

I lowered myself a bit to move my stiff cock in between her cheeks, moving both my hands to grab her by her small waist. I ground myself into her booty, pushing my back on top of her to trap my dick like a vice.

“That feels like paradise, baby girl,” I whispered into her ear as I moved in little circles and up and down again.

I moved back up and dragged my hands over her bare back, scratching her delicately with my nails. The smell from her cunt started filling my nose. I grabbed her waist again and squeezed hard as she sighed loudly with pleasure.

I stood back, preparing to move down to feast savagely on what I hoped was her nice pungent starfish, as I stroked my invading tool, looking at her from behind.

I swung my arm back behind me and brought it back up with force, beating her right cheek with a large smack.

“Fuck yeah,” she cried out. I beat her again. “Fucker,” she screamed. I beat her again. “Harder, you bastard.” Three more times I thumped her fleshy backside, turning it red and making her yelp after each blow. “Fuck.”

I studied the ripples each cheek of her plump heinie made after each strike, like I was going to be tested on it later.

“That’s fucking hot,” she cried with her head down in front of her, trying to work through the pain stinging her ass.

“You ready for this, you little fuck toy?” I grunted.

She panted breathlessly to herself. I stared at her bent form in front of me, submissively preparing herself with nervous anticipation.

I squeezed my hard rod in my fist, opened my palm and spat down into it as I contemplated brutalising her unlubed sphincter.

She turned her head to me over her shoulder. “Just fucking ram it in me, Jamie,” she purred.

I shot my load into the sink in front of me as I came back to reality, a little spunk shooting onto my phone and dripping from the taps.

“Oh, God, oh God,” I cried, as my cum kept leaking out of me. “Urgh. Fuck.”

I looked up at myself in the mirror over the sink as I got my breath back slowly.

“Man, I’ve got to fuck this girl,” I said to myself. My whole being had become overwhelmed by this 20-year-old’s flesh. She was the sweetest, freshest thing I had ever known. Able to hold her own with me and flirt with me, challenge me and roast me. I wanted to experience all her holes. I wanted to use my experience on her as she overwhelmed me with her fresh innocence.

I wiped down the sink and my phone and pulled my shorts up. I took a deep breath and turned to the door and unlocked it.

I opened the door to return to the deck, and Kate was standing right outside.

“Fucking hell, Kate. You made me jump.” How long had I been in here, I thought? “I thought you were swimming?”

“We did. It was freezing, so it only lasted ten minutes. What the hell have you been doing? Your face is as red as a beetroot.” She paused while I didn’t answer and followed up with… “I mean, Cathy has been in the water with us”, she said, poking her thumb behind her in the direction of the water. She stuck her tongue out at me playfully and poked me in the ribs.

“Nothing,” I said, “I must have eaten something funny.”

“Well, out of the way, I need to pee.”

I turned sideways to squeeze past her in the doorway into the cramped space outside the toilet and watched her go inside. She smiled back at me as she closed the door and I heard it lock.

“No listening,” she called from inside the toilet.

The thought hadn’t occurred to me until she said it, but now that she had, I thought I might just stay still and have a listen while she went.

I stayed motionless and listened as I heard a delicate trickle hit the water in the toilet bowl inside after a few seconds. I pictured her little puss splashing out her golden nectar and dreamt of watching her in person one day doing that for me. Looking me directly in the eye as I knelt before her, looking back at her adoringly.

After the last drops went in, I crept a few steps back down the hallway and then ran back up to the deck with another boner.

After we returned to land, we decided to run back into town again for a final meal in another restaurant that had been recommended to us. It was a great steak house that we all enjoyed. I was sat next to Kate to my left and Ellie was on my right. We drank a fair bit and whenever she could get a chance, Kate found a way to make some physical contact with my arm or my leg as dinner progressed. She still had the appetite of a teenager and gulped down a large brownie with vanilla ice cream for dessert.

We all jumped into a couple of Ubers back when we had finished and got some card games out, put some music on, and poured some further ‘last night’ drinks. Sam was on the vodka and cokes again, as he had been all night; in fact, he had been on them on the boat this afternoon as well, and I could see he was very under the influence. Kate was clearly used to controlling him, though, but she seemed to have her hands full. “Why put up with this when you are 20?” I thought. It’s not going to get any better.

Things were still a little uncomfortable with Cathy as well, so the whole atmosphere was pleasant but a little stiff without the distraction of food in front of us. And Kate’s two smaller brothers had already gone to their rooms to play with their tech with no interest in card games, that had ended quickly anyway as Sam and Kate were too busy bickering in the corner of the lounge.

I was pretty tipsy and tired, and to be honest, I wanted to hit the sack with my new pictures of Kate for another jerk or two before the night was out.

“Right,” I exclaimed at about 1 a.m. “Time for bed.” I made my excuses and thanked everyone for a lovely week.

“Flight is at 1 p.m.” Gary called, “so we don’t need to be out of here until 10ish.”

“Cool,” I called back, “see you then.” And I retired, as Sam and Kate also wandered out, staggering back to their annex.

I tore my clothes off as I entered my room, grabbed my cum towel and some body lotion from the bathroom, and settled down onto the corner sofa that I had in my bedroom.

It was a lovely room; this corner sofa was almost like a love seat, dark green velvet, with plenty of room for two, and I curled up on it, placed my iPad down on the floor, laid down on my stomach, looking over the side of the sofa so I could see the screen on the floor and started grinding myself into the cushions as I opened up one of the pictures of Kate in her underwear.

The black camisole set this time, and the front-on shot with the lacy French kickers and her boobs popping up proudly behind the lace across her chest. Her black hair was wiped over the left side of her head. She held her phone up in the shot to take the picture and looked serious and sultry with her hips kinked out to her right.

I thought back to her taking me for a spin in her new car as I started tugging my dick to full hardness. I fantasised about fingering her in the car as she drove. Forcing her to concentrate on driving as she approached a climax. Rewarding her with a face fuck in the backseat in a lay-by if she managed to cum and stay on the road.

I wanted her to lick my balls and suck them into her mouth, to slide her tongue down to my asshole and force it inside against the pressure of my puckered ring while I yanked my cock above her head. To push her over the bonnet afterwards while I sodomised her and she moaned at the discomfort in the open air. For her to suck and lick the tainted cum from my dick after I pulled out of her once I was spent.

I must have spent about two hours masturbating over her before finally calling it a day and cumming into my towel for a final time. The room stank of my sweat and cum.

My cock was a sweaty mess and I had been rubbing my cum all over it for most of the duration as well as my lower stomach, which I just towelled dry and left to congeal until the morning. I was too tired to shower again; I would do it first thing tomorrow.

I staggered to my feet, grabbed some water, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and went out to the patio to take a couple of sips and let the air out of my room. It was so hot that night, still 21 degrees at 3 a.m. I looked over at Kate’s annex. The lights were all out. All I could hear was silence except for the wind chimes on my patio, which only occasionally sang, as there was hardly any breeze.

I finished my water and went back inside, closing the curtains but leaving the door open to keep the fresh air coming in.

I dragged the duvet off the bed and slumped back down into the corner sofa as it was so comfy. I’d snooze here until morning. I dozed off.

I awoke to find Kate in my room, lifting my duvet and climbing onto the sofa in front of me. I’d left my bedside light on and nothing else, so that was all that was lighting the room. She had come in through the open door, slipped between the curtains, and silently walked over to my spot in her bare feet. She had a black vest top on and the same bikini bottoms that she wore yesterday when I came over her arse as I massaged her. I noticed my cum stain that had found its way onto them.

I froze as I lay on my side, my body tingling with excitement. She slid onto her side in front of me into an almost spooning position.

We didn’t speak. I could feel her warmth on my skin. I only had a pair of sweats on. I could smell her hair inches from my face. I kept my arms to myself.

We just lay still like that for a few moments as I drank in her tight young body.

“What the fuck are you doing, Kate?” I whispered to her, breaking the silence.

“I want to lie with you for a bit,” she whispered back. I couldn’t tell if she was upset or not.

“What is Sam doing?”

“He is spark out. Drank too much.”

“He is always drinking too much. It can’t be much fun.”

Another moment of silence as it seemed she didn’t want to reply to me.

“So you’ve come to see me for some fun, have you?” I snarked at her.

She sat up with her back to me. Then turned and put two fingers across my mouth.

“Don’t. Not just now. Be nice to me,” she pleaded softly and moved her hand from my lips to my chest, fondling my chest hair gently.

“I tried that yesterday,” I quipped.

“You fucking hit me,” she replied.

“You need to get used to it,” I tested…

“I will. I’m young. Inexperienced. It was a shock. You need to go slower with me.”

“Go slower? You mean in the future? Like what? When we get home? What are we doing?”

The duvet was still half-covering my laid-out body, but she was sitting on the edge in front of me, legs dangling to the floor. I reached out and held her side through her vest top.

My fingers ached to probe her bare flesh again.

“I don’t know,” she said. “You have ignited something in me. I want to figure it out.” I moved my hand to her thigh and rubbed gently.

“I love Sam,” she continued, “But we are both 20. I’ve been with him since I was 16. He is the only guy I’ve ever been with. I’m not going to learn anything new with him now. I’m probably not going to be with him forever, and I want to start exploring.”

I could feel a tingling in my fingers as they pawed her thighs. I ran my hand up and down her thigh as I propped myself up with my other arm behind her.

We stared at each other. I looked her up and down in her underwear. I touched her hair and pulled on the ends of it slightly.

“It smells funky in here,” she then remarked. “Have you been jerking off?” changing the atmosphere slightly.

“Yes,” I admitted freely.

“Thinking about Cathy, were you?”

“No. I was thinking about you.”

We looked each other in the eyes again in silence. Her blue eyes sparkled. She looked angelic in the soft light. I leaned in.

“Did you want to see my new piercing I told you about?”

“Sure,” I answered, keeping eye contact with her.

I leaned up from my slouched position lying on the back of the sofa, moving closer to her twisted position sitting on the edge, turned to me.

She reached up and slowly took hold of the right thin strap of her black vest top and pulled it down. It slipped down her shoulder and peeled back over that side of her chest. She manoeuvred her elbow out of the strap and finished lowering the material over her right breast, exposing it to me for the first time.

The most perfect, small, teardrop-shaped breast with a tiny, almost non-existent areola, with a large protruding dark pink nipple that had a freshly pierced horizontal sliver bar through it, about 3cm long.

I stared at it longingly. Mesmerised by her delicate flesh. Her spotless skin with the faintest of thin blue veins disguised behind the palest, tempting veneer pointing out towards me.

“You can touch it,” she offered.

I didn’t hesitate and leaned towards her and took her whole breast into my mouth with confidence and tenderness. I sucked hard.

“Oh God,” she sighed and grabbed the back of my head to steady me, slowly rolling her head backwards.

I sucked again, slowly and roughly, this time rubbing my tongue across the piercing. I could taste the sweetness of her body lotion combined with the dried sweat on her boobs from the day just past.

My nose was inches from her armpit and I breathed in deeply when I sensed her unwashed, feminine body odour with a hint of caramel sweetness. That drove me crazy.

I sucked again, and again, with one arm propping me up and one hand on her waist.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “God, Jamie. I love it”.

I sucked again, and again, barely taking breath. I pulled back to inspect her nipple again and reached out, flicking it with my tongue, and then pulled the whole breast into my mouth once more.

I bit on her nipple gently.

“Oh God,”

I bit again harder.

“Fuck,”

I grazed my teeth over the rest of her young tit.

“Fuck, keep going. Keep sucking.”

I only existed to obey her at this point. I sucked hard with more strength and more force. I leaned back and spat on her nipple and then jumped in to suck my spit off urgently. She was running her fingers all through my greying, short hair.

“Fuck. Please… fuck. God, my cunny feels so hot. Ohhh.” She wriggled her hips where she sat, trying to soothe her cunty itch.

I sucked and sucked. She placed her palm on my hard cock through my sweats. I could feel its bulbous head growing painfully.

“Baby,” I whimpered.

“Ahhh,” she exclaimed as she felt my hardness for her for the first time. “God.”

I kept going. I wanted to devour this breast all night. Her nipple had swelled out another few millimetres and I started sucking hard on it with the metal bar between my teeth. The squelching sounds of my spit in my mouth, getting louder.

“Ohhh. Yes, God, fuck. Arghh,” she moaned. “That’s perfect. Fucking hell. God.”

I pulled back breathlessly, with my dirty spit covering her bosom and dripping from her dark pink nub. I could see the glow of perspiration starting to cover her chest.

“Take your top off,” I instructed, leaning back. I sat up straight next to her as she pulled her vest over her head swiftly, now fully topless in front of me. As she threw it on the floor, I grabbed her neck and pulled her towards me, crashing our mouths together in a rough, hungry kiss for the first time.

“Hmm, hmm,” I moaned as I aggressively ate her mouth with mine. She pushed her wet tongue far into my mouth.

She started squeezing my cock in my joggers. I ran my hands all over her back and then moved to grab her breasts with my fists. I squeezed hard on both of them as she moaned into my mouth.

I pinched her nipples tenderly. I enjoyed switching between being tender and aggressive with her to keep her attentive and ready for the unexpected.

I moved back to her tits and started sucking on her piercing again while mauling her other one.

“Oh God, I’m getting so wet,” she cried. “I’ve been thinking about this so much. I masturbate nearly every day thinking about this.”

God, she was turning me on so much.

“I think about all the things I want you to do to me. All the ways I want to cum with you. I’ve thought about it for so long.”

I kept sucking. I couldn’t get enough of these tits. Her nipple tasted so good. I started to think about running off to wash my cock in the sink, as I remembered the two hours of rough treatment it had about four hours ago and the dried cum all around it and my stomach.

“I want you to finger me and fuck me. And pound me. And use me. Just use me for your pleasure. To experience what that feels like,” she mused out loud. “Did you fuck Cathy like that?”

I stopped sucking her and looked into her face.

“I didn’t fuck her,” I said with a semblance of truth. I had not penetrated her after all, at least not with my cock and not in her cunt or ass.

“Really?” she questioned in disbelief.

“I didn’t. We did other stuff but not that.”

“Good,” she said, holding my face. “After seven years, I want to be the one you fuck first.”

She leaned back to me and kissed me again with a wide-open mouth that I returned. It was very soft this time and slow. I calmly and slowly ran my tongue in circular motions all through her mouth. We exchanged lots of spit. Licked each other’s lips. Licked each other’s tongues like long-lost lovers. She still had a hand on my cock, gently squeezing and feeling the pulse in her fingers, even through the fabric of my sweatpants.

“Let me go to the bathroom quickly,” I said to her.

“No,” she moaned between kisses. “Why?”

“Just to freshen up. I’d been thinking about you, earlier, you know….”

“I don’t care,” she replied, still licking my lips and kissing me softly. “I don’t care. I want to smell your dirty cock. I want to smell what you did to it for me,” looking into my eyes as she spoke.

She took her palm and gave it a slow wet lick back and forth. I went back to making out with her pierced nipple.

She reached in and grabbed the cock head that was twitching in my sweats. She twisted her arm to struggle it out over my waistband and ran her thumb back and forth over the tip, feeling the pre-cum sliding around over the slot where I pissed.

She lifted it to her mouth and sucked hard on her thumb. I went in to kiss her again and harder this time. She went back to my cock head and started playing with it again while we snogged.  Squeezing, rubbing, stroking, and massaging it with a desperate, youthful inexperience that I had been craving.

I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I decided it was time to finally find out what was between her legs.

The atmosphere was so heavy. I could hear the wind chimes again. I pulled her in closer and carried on kissing her on the mouth.

I lowered my hand into her bikini bottoms slowly. Reaching for the unknown. I felt little strands of hair just below the waistband. Fuck, she wasn’t clean-shaven. Thank God. I loved a nice bush, especially on young girls. I separated from her and got up onto my knees on the sofa.

“Take your knickers off and show me your cunt,” I hissed.

She looked a little startled and self-conscious but got off the sofa and looked at me as she stood on the floor.

“Do it and get back over here.”

She put her thumbs into both sides of her waistband and slowly dragged them over her hips, revealing more of her remaining unseen treasures. She stepped out of them one leg at a time and walked back over to me on the sofa as I pulled my joggers to my knees, finally exposing my angry, rigid cock that she had unknowingly tormented for the last few months.

“Huuhhh,” she sharply gasped, opening her mouth and licking her lips in front of me.

She got back onto the sofa so that we were both on our knees facing each other.

I inflicted further agony on myself by not going to touch her immediately but drinking her in nakedness and her full, unshaven bush that greeted me.

“You look fucking incredible,” I blurted out. She smiled back at me.

Her pubic hair was thin and light blonde but clearly untouched by a razor, and I loved it. A startling contrast to the dyed black hair on her head. There was a little thicker natural strip in the middle of her pubis in a straight line from top to bottom, and then it feathered out to the sides, getting thinner and less dense as it reached both sides of her groin, displaying an almost natural trimmed edge.

She had two little brown moles on her left groin just above the point where her bush started. Her pussy lips were entirely hidden inside her, and I could see just a small slit at the bottom of her outer labia, that I knew I was going to eventually own.

“You look like fucking Cleopatra,” I gasped.

“Who?” she giggled softly.

I took in her entire naked form for the first time in front of me. Jet-black hair in a ponytail. Porcelain-white skin which had developed a shade of red over the week with some tan lines. Beautiful, small but plump breasts that hung, defying gravity on her chest with the little silver bar through her right nipple.

A sexy white stomach with a micro pot-belly that asked to be stroked and pinched. Firm, thick, and defined thighs accentuating an exaggerated hourglass curve, with an enticing gap between them framing her light-coloured and full bush presenting a tiny hidden slit, calling to me for some urgent attention.

A drop of pre-cum fell from my twitching hard-on.

“I want to cum so bad,” I said. She reached to me and grabbed my cock again.

I also reached out to her cunt and started running my fingers through her hair and labia.

“Oh God,” she sighed. “Fuck. That feels nice. That’s what I want.”

We started kissing again urgently.

‘Urgh,’ I kept grunting between kisses.

“Oh God, fuck.” She started pulling on my cock hard.

I reached for her slit, hovered over it so she could feel the heat of my fingers.

“Jamie,” she sighed, “please…:” she begged.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Touch my pussy, please. I want to feel you. I want to cum. I’m wet. Feel me.”

I slipped my finger up to make contact with her pussy.

“Oh fuck. Keep going.” She tugged at me. “God, your cock feels good too. I want to make this cock mine. I want this cock so much.”

“Urgh,” I grunted.

“God, Fuck. Keep going, keep fucking going.” Her short, deep breaths became rapid. “Fuck. Yes, yes. I’m yours. I’m fucking yours. God. Fuck.”

I ran my middle finger back and forth along her slit, coating it with her cum. Once my second was coated too, I pulled them into my mouth and tasted her.

“You taste like fucking strawberry,” I said, returning my fingers to her cunt lips as she stroked me harder.

I felt every sensation as I moved harder between her young legs.

“Baby, I’m going to make you cum,” I said.

“Fucking do it,” she cried, and I plunged one finger hard up inside her. “Fuck, oh Christ, fuck.”

I dragged it back up toward the side of her pubic mound and wiggled it around. “God yes, oh God, yes, yes. Finger me. Argh… Finger your little girl’s honeypot. Fuck. Own it.”

She moved close to me and grabbed my sweaty balls in her other hand and rested her chin on my shoulder. I put my spare hand on her back, supporting her while my right hand stayed between her legs.

Her breathing got heavier. I thrust my finger in and out of her hot, squishy insides and then swapped it for another finger as she jerked me and pulled on my balls, as we became practically pressed together with her head resting on my shoulder, gasping into between small, gentle pecking on my neck with her lips.

Now with two fingers coated in her slimy juice, I stuck them both inside and began thrusting hard against her insides as if I was searching for something I’d lost inside her. She started squelching. Her cum started running out of her, past my knuckles and down to my wrist.

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah. Harder, faster,” I could smell her cunt now. “Keep going, God, fuck, urgh, urgh, oh fuck. Harder.”

My hand on her back dropped to her arse (which I still hadn’t really inspected yet) and squeezed hard.

“Daddy, daddy,” she cried from nowhere. “God yes, finger me, finger fuck me, give it to me hard. Listen to my cunt.”

As I dropped a finger into her ass cleft searching for her shit hole, she came. She grabbed me round my back and hung on for dear life, shaking like she was having a fit.

“Oh my God. Fuuuck,” she stammered as she went stiff and jerked violently in my arms.

I stuck another finger right up into her messy coochie, to my knuckle, making three inside her now.

“Argh… fucking… cuuunt,” she cried, throwing her head back in ecstasy, “I’m your little girl….” she exhaled, trying to stop shaking.

That finished me off, and my hard trapped cock between our bellies started spurting cum up towards our chests. “Fuck, Kate,” I cried out. “Baby,” and held her tight, while I shook through my orgasm. “Arghh.. oh God, argh… You fucking, beautiful, cuuunt,” I muttered into her extended neck as she still held it backwards.

I fell backwards, bent at the knees onto my calves with my feet under my ass, naturally pushing my crotch out in front of me on the sofa and let her go as cum kept ejaculating from my prick.

She sprang back towards me and in one movement popped the head of my cock into her sweet little mouth, her full lips closing around its head, and she sucked hard, taking in the last few fading drips of my boiling spunk into her mouth.

“God, baby girl,” I sighed as I watched her continuing to suck on the tip of my dirty cock. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and around some more of my pole as I started to fade. Her little juicy tits dangling beneath her.

She consumed just my cock head again and sucked once more, slower and more sensually this time, looking me straight in the eyes. My pole started stiffening again.

“Let’s fuck.” I instructed. “There’s a couple of Durex in my bag over there,” I nodded across the room.

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “That’s how Sam and I have sex. I want to feel you inside me properly. Deep inside.” She licked my full length. “I want you to take me with this naked thing,” she said, gripping my cock in her little fingers.

“But I don’t want any accidents,” she continued. “I’m going to go on birth control when we get back. So you are going to have to wait until we are home for a few weeks and I’m safe,” she declared coyly.

Reality hit, and she crawled up my body to lie on top of me and gave me a tender, wet kiss. I tasted my cum on her lips and breath. I took her head in my hands and looked into her eyes. I kissed her again with my tongue reaching for her throat.

We looked at each other with our noses touching. I took in her youthful freckles across the middle of her face.

“Then you can fuck the shit out of me whenever you want,” she purred.

I slapped her across the face gently in frustration as she smiled back at me with widening eyes.

“See? You can start off more gentlemanly when you want to,” she confirmed.

I noticed the sunlight outside through my curtains. “What time is it?” I stammered. Our eyes searched for a clock. My phone was on the floor. I reached for it, unlocked it, and quickly flicked away the stolen picture of her in her French knickers that was the last thing I had been looking at on it before I settled down earlier, before she caught a glimpse of it… “6.40 a.m.”

“Fuck,” she cried. “Sam might be getting up. We have to pack, shower, and have breakfast before 10 a.m.”

“Jamie…” She jumped off me and pulled her vest top back on quickly. “I want to do that again. You are wonderful.” She found her bikini bottoms and ran them back up her cum-stained legs.

She skipped across the room and grabbed the towel on my bed, my cum towel. She wiped down her legs, drying her cum off her skin as best she could. Then she rubbed it inside her bikini, across her pussy and wiped her cum clean from between her legs. She threw the towel back over to me on the sofa.

“There, it won’t just stink of your cum now…” she smirked.

Then she disappeared through my curtains back to her annex.

I was in a daze until we landed back home. I walked through my front door, dropped my bags in the hall, and fell into my large sofa, already thinking about an excuse to see her again now we were back.

It wouldn’t be long.