Helena had always dreamed of a house with a pool. A week ago, she’d never thought it would be possible. That was before she met John.
John was 20 years older than her, but he was kind, had a nice face, and most of all, he was rich. They’d met in a bar in town, and he’d spent the entire night buying her drinks and complimenting her hair and clothes. Helena had smiled, and happily given him her mobile number, but John had been too shy to ask her to follow him to a hotel room.
Instead, he had contacted her the following day to ask how she was and if she was hungover. Helena had told him that she didn’t suffer from hangovers. He’d asked her if she was busy that weekend, and if not, then maybe they could hang out. Helena had agreed. She guessed John wanted to fuck her, and she would happily fuck him – it had been around 4 months since she’d had sex, and there was only so much enjoyment one could get from masturbation.
John had given her an address, and on Saturday morning, Helena had taken a taxi to his house. She was surprised when the taxi drew up outside a house that couldn’t be described as anything other than a mansion.
John had walked down the driveway to greet her, and then paid the taxi man.
“Helena, so glad you could make it!” they embraced, John pulling Helena close so that her boobs touched his chest.
“This is your house?” Helena said, unable to close her mouth in shock.
“Only at the weekends,” John said, smiling and winking at her as he led the way inside. “I hope you brought your bikini.”
Helena shook her head as they walked into a large hallway.
“That’s a shame. There’s a pool outside, I was thinking we could swim.”
“You should have said on the phone. I haven’t brought anything.”
“No matter, I’m sure there are plenty of other things we could do.” They passed room after room, and Helena wasn’t even sure what some of them were used for.
“I would like to go swimming though,” Helena said, feeling a little disappointed.
“Well…” John considered his next sentence, before taking a risk and speaking. “I am partial to skinny dipping, if you’re up for that.”
Helena smiled a wicked smile. She was looking forward to seeing John naked. In reply, she simply slipped off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her boobs were firm, nipples erect.
“Very nice,” John said, a smile lighting up his face. “Come on then, outside!” They undressed as they moved through the house, and by the time they got outside, both were naked. John’s body hair was unshaved, and covered his chest and shoulders. His pubic hair was thick, and in the excitement, his dick had got hard, standing out at a proud eight inches.
Helena, on the other hand, was bald, and a clitoral piercing sparkled in the sunlight. She dived into the pool, and then pulled John in after her.
They swam for a long time, teasing and splashing each other. At one point, John grabbed Helena by the shoulders and pulled her so close to him she felt his dick against her thigh, smooth and prominent. Eventually, she decided that she was getting tired, and climbed out of the pool to rest on the sunbed.
John climbed out after her and joined her. “John, we were swimming for an hour, and you’ve been hard the entire time,” Helena said, laughing and gesturing at his erect dick. “Do you want to fuck me?” She opened her legs as she said it, showing him her pussy. He looked at it and licked his lips.
“Yes,” he said, “but not yet. There’s something I have to do first.” He walked over to stand beside her, so close that his dick almost touched her face. She wondered if he wanted her to suck him off. She began to open her mouth but then a long stream of piss escaped the tip of his dick and landed on her.
“Are you pissing on me?” she said, as the golden liquid hit her face, her boobs, her stomach.
“I always piss on someone before I fuck them,” he said as way of explanation. The pee was warm and as he continued, Helena decided that she didn’t mind so much, as long as she got his cock in her. “Are you ok with this?” he said as he squeezed the last few drops out.
“I didn’t really have a choice,” she said, smiling. “But it was nice. I enjoyed it.” It had made her pretty wet, and it was taking all her willpower not to stick her fingers in her cunt and make herself cum. “I need you inside me, John.” She reached out for his dick, which was harder than ever.
“I’m not ready yet, slut,” he said, lifting his leg over her and sitting on her stomach.
“You pissed on me, what more do you want?” She put one hand on his hairy thigh, the other reaching for his cock.
“I didn’t just need to pee,” he said. “I also needed to shit.”
She looked up at him. Suddenly it dawned on her what he was about to do. She considered pushing him off her. Then she looked at his cock, and thought about her wet cunt, and decided that whatever it took, she would get to ride him. She didn’t move as John’s poop slowly plopped onto her stomach. “Good girl,” he grunted, as he forced the last of it out with a little fart.
“Can I fuck you now?” she said, as he finally let her grab his cock and begin to stroke.
“Of course you can, my darling. Of course you can.”
