No more interruptions.

After tanning your front and back for another forty minutes or so, you find that needy feeling start to build in your pussy again. Comfortable in the knowledge that nobody can see, you turn over onto your back once more, hitch your legs up to your chest, and reach down with both hands to your lustful crotch. Two fingers place themselves by your stirring clit while the other hand snakes around your ass and thigh to reach your puffy outer lips. Spreading your ass cheeks slightly with your palm, you open up for the welcome invaders and thrust them in roughly. You have three fingers inside yourself, bunched together, stretching out your always-tight entrance and curling downwards slightly as your begin to fuck yourself with mounting desperation. Your little clit is now raging beneath your fingertips, pulsing waves emanating from it which cause all the muscles in your crotch to clench, and grasp at the fingers inside. Your back is curled almost as far as it will go; your tummy muscles aching and legs flailing in the air as your snatch is presented to the sky. Your neck is craning as you try to see what's going on, but as the rhythm of your self **** catches into sync there is a powerful release and a sudden reversal causes you to fling your head back against the lounger, your feet to plant themselves at the end, and your back to arch slightly in the opposite direction, raising you a few inches off the chair as your orgasm tears through you.

You come down, gradually, sinking onto your back, your hands still and one of them trapped beneath your ass. You roll to one side, releasing your arm, hugging yourself slightly as the cooling sweat starts to make you feel cold. But something is different, you realize. Your hip and thigh are lying in a warm wet patch on the squeaky lounger cushion, which would be normal if you'd been swimming. You sit up, now feeling your ass creak against the slightly rough material. "I've peed myself," you think in horror for a few moments, until you recognize the slightly silky texture of the liquid. You must have squirted when you came. "Why this time?" you wonder, thinking of the hundreds of orgasms you've now experienced in your short female life. Looking down at the large slippery pool you are sitting in, you hope this doesn't become a regular occurrence as it's ridiculously messy... and you feel surprisingly embarrassed despite the lack of audience.

Doing your best to wipe your cum off the cushion and rinse it in the pool, and to clean off yourself, you then jump into the lukewarm water and briskly swim a few circuits. It is not a particularly large pool, so to get some good exercise you need to go fast and keep going. As you're splashing around, you think to yourself that your fabulous, barely lived-in body is a lot fitter than your old one. You've recently started to swim most days, as a way of burning off some of this huge surplus of energy that you find yourself with in complete contradiction of all early pregnancy advice you have ever received. You used to swim a bit, but only fooling around in the pool. If you'd tried this energetic, speedy stuff before you'd probably have drowned.

You finish with a modest twenty laps, climb out of the pool, and step gingerly across the scorching sun-heated patio to the house with the cooling water running down your naked curves, over your stiffening nipples, down your thighs...

You hurry up to the bathroom, telling yourself its to wash the chlorine off, but...

Well. Let's just say you are in there a long time.