Alone by the pool in our sun-drenched villa. Naked skin glistening with sunscreen. Heart steady, mind wandering through magazines. Then, that article on spa jets. Eyes flick to the pool’s powerful nozzles. Curiosity burns. Water laps at my navel in the shallow end. I plug two jets. Pressure triples on the last one. Blast hits my ass cheeks. Thighs tingle. I turn. Jet slices between my legs. Vulva parts. Water floods my pussy. Clit swells under the assault. Heart hammers. Skin flushes hot. Nipples harden. Heat coils in my belly. Legs spread wider. No barriers. No shame. Jet pulses like a relentless cock. Pressure builds. Unbearable. I gasp. Body arches. First true orgasm rips through me. Violent. Screaming. Spasms wrench my core. Legs buckle. Head dips under water. Gasping. Dizzy. Clit throbs, swollen, raw. Pussy lips puffy, crimson. Dripping. I stagger to the chaise. Fingertip graze—electric pain. Multi-orgasmic? Me? Floodgates cracked.
Morning light. Awake, pulsing with need. Pierre sleeps nude beside me. Skin feverish. Pussy healed, hungry. Kiss him awake. Hand strokes his cock hard. ‘Fuck me.’ He blinks, stunned. I bolt naked to the terrace. Laughter bubbles. He chases, erection bobbing. Catches me laughing. ‘Watch me cum first.’ Eyes wide. I explain the jet. He grins, expert. Into the pool. Legs up on edge. He grips shoulders from behind. Ass to the jet. Hand shields pussy—too brutal. ‘Remove it.’ Pulsations hit clit dead-on. Electricity surges. Heart races wild. Seconds tick. Orgasm explodes. Monstrous. Convulsions shake me. Screams tear out. Waves crash endless. ‘Stop!’ Pussy wrecked again. Swollen, aching. He pulls me out, beaming. Kisses rain. Shame floods. He’s rock-hard, denied. Love him too much. Solution hits. My virgin ass. ‘Fuck me there. Lube.’ Shock. Joy. Oil bottle waves. I slick my hole, finger timidly in. Coat his massive shaft. Straddle reverse on pool steps. Guide him. Buttocks spread. Press down. Sphincters stretch. Burn. Gland pops in. Full. Intrusive. He pulls hips. Shaft sinks deep. Impaled. Uncomfortable void. He flips me prone. Fucks slow, then savage. Pounding my ass. Sphincters yield. Emptied. He erupts inside. Relief. No pain. Disappointing. But his fantasy fed. Life shifts forever.