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The Beach

By: Grey Timber



The moon rose full and bright over the quiet beach house. It's light glinted off the wall of windows that faced the surf, breaking frothy and white under the moon. The waves were gentle on this still night and the sea slipped in smoothly over the white sand, running up the beach and around the concrete pillars that supported the house above.

The beach was empty for miles in either direction save for this lone house secluded in the back of a slight inlet. A man stood at the top of the bluff overlooking the bungalow. His white t-shirt, stretched tightly over his muscular body, glared brightly in the full moon. He had taken to coming here on moonlit nights to watch the ocean continue its quest to drown the earth. It was a refuge, his secret place. The house was always waiting on him, seeming to glow with warmth when he arrived, never disappointing him, never cajoling him when he had been away too long. She had always been alone, vacant until tonight.

He stood atop a small bluff and looked at the faint glow of candlelight flickering in the one-roomed home. He could see little from where he stood but he knew that tonight, he could not sit alone on the covered balcony. There would be no quiet reflection, no comforting solitude. He was angered at the intruder, the one who had raped his lonely love.

Familiar steps led him quietly to the house's upper end where he slipped silently onto the balcony and moved to the southern side window. He pulled his white t-shirt off of his body, letting his deeply tanned skin slip him into the shadows of the night, and peered carefully into the house. There had always been the ghosts of furniture covered carefully by white, but tonight, the room was colored, the sheets removed. And there were candles lit throughout, their light fluttering across the room, over the wooden floors and the faded, colored rugs. The man's eyes searched the furniture, the plush couches and Victorian Chairs, over the bed, whose sheets were tossed and disturbed, to the dining table, the empty bar...nothing.

His eyes returned to the center table covered with glowing candles and then settled to a large jaguar cape that stretched across the wood floor. The animal's angry head still snarled out the eastern windows, his lush coat stretched out smooth and flat behind him. There, stretched languorously atop the cape, as wild and catlike as the fur itself, was the naked body of a woman lost in obvious ecstasy.

His eyebrows lifted slightly as he realized what was going on before him. The woman's knees where bending and writhing as one long, supple arm disappeared into the valley of her lust. Her head was cast back, her eyes closed, her shortened blonde hair disarrayed and blending into the jaguar's cape. Her second arm cradled her ample breasts, her fingers pulling and massaging an engorged nipple. He watched as her knees parted and she began to buck gently on her wild bed. From his view above her head, he could only see the back of her hand working desperately at her sex.

Through the thick panes of glass came the distinct sound of her cries, rising louder now as her thighs began to twitch and her head jerked upward. He felt his own neglected member stiffening uncomfortably against his khaki shorts. He touched himself quickly, adjusting his hardening shaft to stand upward, allowing the head to protrude above the waistband to accommodate its growth, as was his habit when he was alone and lost in his fantasies.

The woman had abandoned herself to her ecstasy now and was writhing wildly over the jaguar cape. The silent animal was screaming past the silent watcher as it seemed to espouse the very cries of pleasure that echoed faintly through the house.

He felt an aching begin in his testicles as his cock strained upward, thrusting against his rippled stomach as he huddled under the window.

In a moment, she was silent. Her body relaxed and she cast one arm outward, the other still covering her heaving breasts. Her legs were thrown open away from the man in the window and there was only the motion of her breathing, the rising tide of her breasts. In a moment, she rose slowly and he stared at her naked beauty as she walked away from him. He watched the motion of her hips and the slight tremor of her shaped ass. He stared deeply between her moving legs and found the tiny space of air where her inner thighs turned in slightly before meeting her sex. She leaned over, bending her body away from his eyes, presenting him with an unobstructed view of her naked sex, her pussy glistening wet, almost oozing with her come, and above, her darkened anus opened itself to his hungering eyes.

He felt his cock stirring and he opened his shorts under the window and as he stared at her exposed body, he pulled his thick, curving member from his underwear and grasped it with his fingers, encircling the thick shaft and stroking it softly. It rose continually higher and he began to quicken his movement, his hand becoming a blur on his cock. He was amused somewhat that there was a women just inside that had no idea that he was watching her, lusting after her, masturbating hungrily over her.

She picked up a white robe from the floor and stood, casting it over her shoulders and hiding her nudity from him. She threaded her way carefully through the furniture to the patio door. The glass slid effortlessly aside and she stepped through into the warm Florida night. She walked to the balcony railing and leaned over it, bracing her arms, palms downward and resting her body on one leg.

He watched her through the house, the southern window giving him clear sight through the house to the eastern glass and the oceanfront balcony. Her back was to him. Her disheveled blonde hair wavered tightly in the ocean breeze and she ran a hand absently through it, trailing her fingers down the back of her neck, over her shoulder, disappearing from his view. Her arm stayed bent and her elbow continued to move. He was certain that her hand had found her full breasts.

He closed his shorts over his erect cock and slipped back over the balcony and moved behind the house, circling around in the high, wild grass of the dunes, down to the front of the house. He was in a cluster of grass near the ocean front of the house now. He saw her clearly, a scant 20 feet above him. Her hand was inside her robe and as he watched, she pulled her robe aside, hooking it behind the round swell of her breast and caressing the stiffened, dark nipples. He loosed his shorts again and his hand encircled his twitching cock again. The moon was a spotlight on her sexual activity. He briefly thought that its brightness might betray him but he just as quickly realized that he had nothing to fear from discovery. And then the realization hit him with its full weight.

There was nothing, no one, not for miles. Only this private, secluded beach house, its sexual dreamer and himself, powerful man, comfortable in his element and throbbing with desire. His mind began to race.

She startled him momentarily when she cast her robe off again, fully naked in the moonlight. She draped the white cloth over the railing and stepped smooth and elegant, with the power of beauty, to the stone stairway that led down to the sand. Her steps carried her a scant distance from the man's hiding place as she passed on her way to the surf. He watched her breasts moving slightly with her steps and then she was in the ocean. She plunged in and began to swim. Her body seemed to belong in the sea, she seemed to merge with the gently rolling waves and he watched her legs kicking smooth and strong as she headed out.

He was calm again, even angry that his excitement had been forced to abate, but his mind was still exploring his thoughts as he took in the events. He knew that he wanted her, to feel her breasts flattened against his hard chest, to run his fingers through her blonde hair, to feel her strong thighs wrapped around his waist, to feel the heat of her sex enveloping him.

She was returning and on a whim, he stood and moved down the beach and then turned and walked along the surf. He was walking slowly down the beach as she emerged from the water. He had been careful to place himself between her and the beach house so that she would notice him at the same time that he came upon her. He heard her gasp as her eyes found his dark figure in the moonlight. He turned and looked at her, feigning surprise. She collapsed to her knees, the ocean washing around her waist. He briefly noted that her arms did not cover her breasts and the nipples were straining from her skin from the cool water.

"Hello!" he said. "I didn't know anyone lived in this bungalow!"

She was staring at him, her eyes taking him in. His chest tensed and then bulged, his stomach muscles rippling tightly under her appraisal, and he briefly worried about the appearance of his roughly cropped hair and two days growth of scruff.

"Hello," she managed. "I am only here for a few weeks. Summering, you know. What are you doing here?"

He noted that her voice was quivering but he was unsure if it was from the cold sea, embarrassment at being caught naked, or fear.

He made a pretense of looking around the sand.

"I don't seem to see a robe of any sort here," he said.

She nodded at the balcony. He walked to the steps, climbed the balcony and retrieved her robe.

"I walk this beach every night," he said as he walked back to where she knelt in the surf. He stopped still several feet shy of her, pretending to be against getting his shorts wet, and held her robe out.

She stared at him and in the moonlight, he thought he saw a wild look of angry nervousness. She didn't move. He smiled and turned his back to her, still holding the robe out to his side. He stared at the beach house as he waited. The robe was taken from his fingers and in a moment she was by him, covered in white which shined in the moonlight, and hurrying toward the steps. She stopped at the bottom and turned around to look at him again.

"How did you find this place?" She asked.

"I'm an offshore fishing guide," he said. "This little inlet is quite a haven for the fish."

She seemed annoyed by this and in a quiet voice said, "And to think of the money I paid for a secluded place."

The man looked at the moon and smiled, his white teeth shining brightly. "I wouldn't worry that much about visitors."

"I've only been here a night and already I have a visitor!" she replied with some bitterness.

He laughed lightly. "I'm sorry if I startled you," he said. "How long did you say you were you staying? I can certainly stay away..."

"No," she interrupted. "The beach belongs to no one," she said. "I'll just have to be a little more careful of my swims."

"Well, Miss..." he paused.

"Jill."

"Well, Jill, I wouldn't worry too much about any more visitors," he said. "I don't share places like this with anyone."

With that he turned to walk away, his white shirt tucked into the back of his shorts, billowing in the breeze.

"What outfitter did you say you were with?" she called to him, but his vanishing figure didn't reply.

Back inside the beach house, the woman stood in her robe and stared down the beach in the direction the man had gone. She remembered his ragged, dark hair, his rough face, the lean form of his body, his broad, tanned shoulders and thick arms, the muscles obvious even in the dark. Deep in her body, she felt a slight weakness fluttering quietly through her as she remembered his eyes, their whites shining in the moon as he stared at her nude breasts while she crouched in the surf. Her nipples stiffened and pushed against her robe and she tried to push her desire back as she locked the patio door securely and moved to the bed.

Outside, in the darkness of the southern side of the bungalow, the man watched her slip out of her robe and into the bed.

***

The next night found Jill sitting on the porch of her beach house, washed in the light of the moon again. Her body was clad in a silken white bikini, making her skin appear dark against its sharp contrast. Her shoulders were cast back as she leaned against the glass wall and her breasts swelled upward, threatening to breach the clinging suit. She lightly touched the smooth skin of her inner breasts as she waited and watched the empty beach.

On the bluff behind her, the previous evening's visitor stood in the warm breeze and watched her. He dropped down the opposite side and headed to the beach, then turned and walked in the direction of the house.

Jill saw his figure appear from behind the bluff's tapered end as he moved slowly toward her. She watched his body moving in the light of the moon, and as he came closer, she eyed him, the V-shape of his torso to his lean waist and then the swell of his thighs. Her nipples began to stiffen again under the thin fabric of her bikini and she uncrossed and then crossed her legs to ease the tingle of her sex. She thought of opening herself to him, baring her body and letting him use her with his brute, animal strength. She felt her body heating and her nether lips were moistening as he came closer.

She saw his teeth shining again as he smiled and she stood and tried to compose herself. She knew that her nipples were obvious and thrusting long and hard through her suit. She only hoped that her bikini could contain the thin line of wetness that she felt threatening the thin fabric of her thong.

"You did say that the beach was free," he said.

She nodded without smiling. "It is a good night," she said. "You never told me what outfitter you were with."

"My own," he said. "A small one. You wouldn't know it."

"I see," she said and her voice was laced with disappointment.

"Good evening," the man said and continued his walk.

She watched, somewhat relieved and yet disappointed as he moved away down the surf. Her eyes watched his strong back, then traveled down to his ass, sharply outlined in cutoff khakis. She touched a swelling breast, reaching under a cup to take a straining nipple between her fingers. She sat back down and placed her feet on the railing, elevating her knees. She stared at him until he disappeared in the darkness and her fingers trailed down to caress her moist sex through her suit. Stripping her bottoms down, she stood and walked down the steps, freeing her breasts with a pull of a string. She walked a short way down the sand and then laid down on the beach. The ocean washed onto the sand, rushing up past her feet, under her raised knees and then over her quivering sex as she worked her fingers against her clit. The water shocked her burning nerves, swirling around her back and hair, tickling her ass as it rushed back out to sea, carrying her own juices with it.

The man crouched in the grass a short distance away, having crept back to the beach house after slipping around the bluff. He watched her, his cock throbbing against his tense stomach. She had come into this place, not by his asking. She had interrupted his own private penance and intruded upon his relationship with this small world. He felt that she owed him some measure of pleasure for her time spent here. If he could not enjoy this place alone, he would enjoy this woman who shared it with him.

He steeled himself to move, reminding himself again that no one was within miles and then he crawled down the beach, slipping into the ocean. He moved out until he could keep his body concealed by the water and then moved parallel to the beach until he was directly offshore of the writhing woman. He turned his body toward her and waited. The wave came and he propelled himself into it, kicking with strong legs as the ocean picked him up and carried him to shore. He settled into the sand with his head only a few short feet from the woman's parted legs. He tossed his head to clear the water from his hair and face.

He watched the water rushing and bubbling around her sex, gushing into her. As the waves receded, her fingers were circling her clit quickly and he could see the glimmer of ocean water dribbling back out of her pussy. He was hungry now and he crept quickly forward, covering her body in a fluid motion, pinning her to the sand under his weight. Her right hand was trapped between their bodies. A hand covered her mouth, muffling her scream and the other captured her free arm, pinning her wrist down and holding her still with its strength. Her eyes were wide with fear, even though she immediately recognized him.

His lips were close to her ear as he held her wide eyes glued to his dark pupils.

"Think. Just think," he said and then was silent for a long moment.

"There is no one under this moon but you and I. You know that don't you?" he said.

She stared into his eyes.

"Don't you?"

She nodded quickly.

"You can scream, but it does you no good."

He pulled his hand away from her mouth slowly. He waited for her scream but it never came.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I'm not a killer."

"What do you want?"

"I want my place back."

Jill was clinging to hope.

"Please! I'll leave! I can leave tonight!"

The man smiled above her. "It's too late for that. You've awakened a new desire in me." His hand reached underneath his body and covered her hand. He pushed her fingers back down until they had covered her inflamed pussy lips.

"Didn't you intend this for me tonight?" he asked. "You couldn't even wait for me to leave so that you could get your fingers into your pussy. Did you think I didn't notice your stare? You liked what you saw. And I liked what I found in this place, my place. The way you fucked yourself on the rug inside. The sea is a lonely companion, isn't she?"

"Please..." she said.

He smiled softly. "I want you. And I will have you. I don't want to hurt you, but I will do what I must to fill my need."

He rose off of her, careful to stay astride her midriff. He released her wrists and she lunged upward and slapped him. He smiled softly again.

"Look at me," he said quietly. "You can't hurt me. You can't overpower me. You can't escape me."

She stared at his body, gleaming wet in the moonlight, his powerful chest and shoulders, his heavy arms. She knew she was powerless and just as certainly, she found that this excited her.

"Will you run?" he asked, but she was silent.

"Will you run?"

She shook her head, her blonde hair matted by the sea washing around her.

He stood and offered her a hand. She refused and stayed on the sand but he held it out. She reached up to take it and he grasped her wrist, lifting her easily with one pull so that she almost came off the sand. He held her wrist a moment and then released her. She stood before him, trying not to tremble.

His eyes burned into her, lowering over her body, drinking in her breasts, their curves, the slope to her nipples which betrayed her by stiffening and protruding under his gaze. His eyes fell further to her stomach, then lower. She felt them invading her sex and she moved to cover herself but he shook his head.

"Turn around."

She turned slowly, offering her back to him. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, dropping down her back, running down her spine with a surprising tenderness. It settled over the small of her back and then lower to caress her ass. His fingers came away covered in sand. He took her wrists and turned her around to face him. She tried to hide her fear by looking away as he backed slowly into the ocean, drawing her with him. The water coursed around their waists and he circled behind her.

His breath was hot in her ear as he told her, "Wash the sand away."

She lifted water from the sea to her stomach and sides in a nervous attempt. She was suddenly startled by the feeling of his body against her back. She felt his naked chest pressing into her back, and deeper, in the sea, she felt the thickness of his cock pressed against the valley of her ass. His hands were at her hips, pushing water upward and over her breasts. Her breath shortened as his hands cupped her flesh and caressed her softly. His large, callused hands were rough over her sensitive nipples that strained upward, but his touch sang of tenderness. It was a strange song in such a terrifying moment.


The Beach



She closed her eyes, fighting the pleasure her body was feeling and with a start tried to move away. In a flash, one strong arm had encircled her waist and his other hand slipped over her breast to her throat. He did not squeeze, there was no pressure, only the indication of control as he held her head back against his shoulder. He kissed her face softly.

"I will take you," he reassured her.

The arm at her waist slipped into the water, down past her pelvis to her nether lips. The ocean water was not enough to wash away the gooey moisture of her pleasure and the man smiled and moaned softly as he caressed her petals. Her eyes closed and he heard her sigh.

"You see? Your body wants me...Let your mind give in."

His fingers worked into her pussy, pushing deeply into her to reach the source of her flow. She still trembled in fear but deep in her mind she knew that she wanted this. She wanted to be fucked, to be the object of uncontainable lust alone. He opened her lips with two fingers, letting the ocean water wash into her, whisking her juices away. His hand at her neck rose higher, holding her chin and most of her face in his grasp. His hand at her pussy pulled away, throwing water up and over her body, covering her shoulders and splattering her face. He washed the sand from her shoulders.

Suddenly his hand was at the back of her neck, pushing her head down toward the ocean. She felt his cock hard and uncomfortable against her bending ass. She fought him but his second hand grasped her waist and held her firmly against his body. He kept forcing her head down, running his fingers up to grasp her short hair and pushing down. Her heart raced in fear and she sucked in as deep a breath as she could manage.

Somewhere above, she heard him say, "Trust me." And then he was bending her under so that her hair was in the ocean. Then he stopped pushing. Her eyes opened and she stared at his arm supporting her stomach. His hands worked across her hair, washing the sand from it. He lifted her and held her throat again, pulling her ear to his lips.

"I suppose it's too hard to relax knowing that you are about to be taken isn't it?," he whispered and his lips took her lobe into his mouth as he sucked tenderly.

His arm at her waist rose and settled again over her breasts, his hand squeezing her heaving flesh, coaxing her nipple. She became aware again of the bulge of his cock nestled in the flesh of her ass. His hands suddenly disappeared from her and then he was lifting her legs, under her knees and supporting her back. He cradled her and turned and headed toward the beach house, letting the ocean water wash from her body.

He stumbled once and she threw her arms over his shoulders and he grinned at her, his teeth shining in the moonlight again. She realized he had done it on purpose. She left her arms cast around him.

He climbed the stone steps to her balcony and opened her patio door, turning to the side to slip indoors. He laid her on her bed and then stood naked before her, his cock jutting proudly forward, not quite erect but impressive nonetheless.

Her eyes settled over it and he smiled again.

"There's that look again," he said. "That look that says, 'God, this is going to be sinfully fun.'"

She turned her eyes away quickly but he leaned over the bed, his cock hovering near her face.

"Taste it," he urged.

Her eyes rose to his and there was fire. She slapped him again. "Fuck you, you bastard!"

The man smiled and picked up a corner of the bed sheet. Strong hands pulled apart and ripped a strip free. He grasped her wrists and she began to struggle against him. He stopped and stared deeply at her and she saw conviction in his eyes. She stopped struggling and offered her wrists to him and he wrapped and knotted the torn fabric around them.

"Now. Taste it," he commanded.

Jill's head turned to her side and she stared at his cock as it jutted out toward her. There was a slight downward curve to its twitching shaft, and she thought it looked very menacing, yet strangely beautiful. She leaned forward, smelling the scent of ocean and sweat. He leaned over her, bringing his cock over her face until the head settled on her cheek.

She turned her head, leaving a long wet dab of sticky pre-cum stretching over her cheek as she opened her lips, letting the shaft settle into her warm mouth. He pulled back until the head was at her lips and she wrapped her tongue around it, moistening it. He pushed downward and his cock made a bulge in her cheek that slid back ward until he hit her throat. Her bound hands jerked up and blocked him, keeping him from pushing further. He pushed her body over so that she was sprawled across the bed and then his strong arms pulled her to him until her head hung over the side. Standing over her, he laid his cock along her face so that his dangling sac was grazing her nose. She couldn't help but stare at the sight in front of her, his balls flush against her nose, and his asshole dark and hairy, yet clean above her eyes.

The man stared at the length of his cock, noting how far down her face and neck it traveled, and he anticipated slipping it fully inside her. He was fully hard now, his cock straining outward. He pulled back and positioned his cock at her lips. She knew what was about to happen and feared it but her lips opened anyway and she knew that she wanted to try. He pushed forward and his cock slid slowly into her mouth. Inch by inch disappeared until he felt himself at her throat. There were inches still and he began to push again.

She closed her eyes and tried to expand her throat. Incredibly, his cock slipped into her and he watched her throat swell with his girth. His sac, heavy and drooping with come, drug over her eyes and then nose until he was buried in her mouth. She was sure to gag at any moment but then she felt him pulling out.

The sticky, stretching goo of her throat coated his cock as he pulled out, letting strands of it hang over her face. She had done it! She found herself amazed and proud and then realized she was no longer scared, in fact she wondered if she ever really had been.

And then he was pushing forward again. This time, the fluids of her deep throat lubricated his cock and he slid it easily into her. He began a steady rhythm, slipping his cock in and out so that he was fucking the tightness of her throat. She found that she could take this easily if she concentrated and she even strove to squeeze her throat more tightly around his pumping cock. Her eyes opened and she saw his balls hanging and swinging, slapping softly against her nose every time he seated his cock in her throat.

It seemed that she could feel his cock in her chest and she loved it, loved knowing that she was being abused without care for her own pleasure. She felt suddenly hungry and free and dirty and her eyes watched his ass clenching and unclenching above her as he fucked her throat. Her eyes saw his crinkled asshole through the light forest of hair and she watched it winking at her as he pumped into her.

She felt his hands touching her...caressing her body, fondling her breasts then pinching the nipples lightly. His hands ran lower, spreading her legs. She didn't struggle. His fingers rubbed her pussy, feeling the come that was oozing out of her. She heard him saying, "Your body tells the truth!" and she knew it.

Her pussy craved a cock and she briefly wished he had brought someone, anyone with him to molest her pussy as he was doing to her beautiful face.

His fingers were dripping wet and he was circling and massaging her clit faster and faster and her body began to buck wildly and he pulled his cock out. She fought between dismay at losing his shaft and the gladness for air as she sucked in a breath and screamed out an orgasm. Her body jumped and her head came up, hitting his cock as she passed. Her body curled up around his fingers as she twitched and convulsed through her orgasm, eventually winding up on her side, her back turned toward her raping lover.

Then he was untying her wrists and her hands came free and she turned to him and he was gently massaging his shaft, coated and dripping with her throaty saliva. She turned on the bed until her legs draped off the side and her pussy was exposed to his view.

"Please, fuck me."

He smiled and his muscles flexed as he stepped to her, nestling his cock at her dripping pussy lips. He grasped her hips and pushed forward and his thick head speared into her, splitting her tender pussy lips open, rolling them inward as they squeezed against the thickness of his impaling shaft.

"Oh, God," she cried into the air of the beach house.

Her hands reached for him and grasped his buttocks and pulled him into her. He held back against her pressure, feeling her fingers tighten and pull harder. His hand settled on her breasts, caressing her flesh under his palms, squeezing tightly. A hand slipped upward over her shoulder, clutching her body. With a single violent thrust, he pushed his cock into her, feeling its entire length slam deep into her, stretching her sex, expanding its tightly clenching lips, pounding deep into her, probing her womb.

She sucked in a deep breath, her gasp audible, her eyes wide with shock. He held his cock deep inside her, feeling it pressuring the very depths of her pussy, then he pulled it out slowly. Her lips were expanded and stretched around his thick girth and he watched her pussy lips sucking at his cock as inch after inch slid slowly from her body. His cock shined in the dull light of the room, glistening from her seeping pussy juices that coated his cock.

He pulled his cock entirely from her, leaving the pulsing cockhead nestled at her pussy. Her lips were stretched open and gaping slightly from his forceful entry. He toyed with her, rubbing the glistening cockhead against her clitoris until she arched her body and moaned softly.

Then he plunged into her again, slipping his cock fully into her until his testicles were pressed against the hot flesh of her ass. Then out again, her lips caressing his shaft as he pulled it from her. Her hands slipped under her knees and she held her legs wide apart and high, letting his length penetrate her as far as his body would allow.

She was gasping and crying aloud in shock and pain and pleasure as his cock prodded into her stomach, violating depths that had never been reached.

"Oh! Fuck! It's so deep," she was crying breathlessly. "I can't take it!"

But he made her, continuing his pounding thrusts into her receptive womb. Standing at the edge of her bed, his rhythm was fast and steady, his practiced movements, sending waves of shock through her, lancing outward like lightening from her burning cunt.

As his cock continued fucking into her in steady, powerful, throbbing strokes that never faltered, her body began to lose control and she was being wracked with orgasms. She began screaming, dropping her legs, her thighs squeezing against his waist, her hands clutching the sheets of the bed, pounding the mattress. And still his cock pounded into her.

She felt a hand on her calf and he was lifting her leg up over his body and to the side. She twisted over and was laying on her side. He pushed her up onto the bed with his strength and she rose to her knees. He moved behind her and she felt his hands on her ass. His cock was nuzzling at her pussy and he grasped it and guided its head up and down over her lips, then positioned it at the stretched entrance to her core and leaned into her. His cock slid inside her wet lips and delved into her cunt and he grasped her hips and held her steady as he quickly picked up his pace. His fingers trailed over her ass down into the lusty crease, brushing lightly over her anus, toying with the crinkled muscle, then moving downward to surround his cock and rub against her stretching, sucking pussy lips.

She moaned into the bed, her chest collapsing, pressing her breasts into the sheets. She thrust back into his driving cock, feeling it swelling inside her, feeling deeper than it ever had.

His fingers were glistening wet with her copious fluids and he brought their stickiness back up to her anus. He pushed inward and two fingers slipped instantly into her asshole. She screamed in shock as his fingers opened her. He felt her sphincter squeezing against his fingers, but it only pulled them in deeper. He strove to open his fingers wide inside her, stretching her even further, then he settled in to simply wiggling his probing digits in her ass as his cock pumped quickly into her pussy.

She was crying out in loud, desperate gasps again. Her body began to writhe underneath him. Her hips and thighs stiffened and then shook as she lost control. He wiggled his fingers wildly in her asshole, knowing her orgasm would intensify. Her screams assured him he was right and her body went into convulsions until he could no longer keep his fingers inside her.

He took her hips into his hands to hold her steady and he fucked his cock into her in earnest, feeling his own orgasm rising inside him. She was coming down from the throes of her orgasm as he pounded into her. His renewed vigor carried her through her own wild explosions a moment longer until he rammed into her, seating his cock deep inside her pussy, pushing into the very tunnel of her womb, holding his cock there deep inside her as his sperm invaded her, flushing deep into her womb. Then he was thrusting again, pumping erratically as his come continued jetting into her pussy.

She knew he was coming. She could feel his sticky fluid filling her, pouring into her body. It seemed as if she could feel every oozing drop of his raping sperm draining deep into her body. And yet even amongst the fear, she was aware of the numbness her body was feeling from the pleasure she had experienced.

He pulled his cock from her and a glob of come came with it, running down in a gush over her clit and dripping to the bed. She turned around and crawled to him and took his rapidly shrinking cock into her mouth and sucked the remnants of come off of his shaft. She could smell her pussy in his pubic hair, she could see it's pasty fluids on his stomach and matted in his hair. She opened her throat and slid his cock into her until her lips were rubbing his stomach, catching the fluids her pussy had left on him.

He pulled her head away, letting his cock slip from her mouth. He lifted her eyes to his and said, "If I find you here tomorrow, you'll think this night was bliss."

Then he turned and walked out of the sliding glass door and disappeared down the steps to the beach.

Jill lay for a long time stretched out in disarray on the bed. The pleasure from her orgasms had subsided and she was beginning to feel the slight twinges of pain in her abused nether lips. She stared at her empty suitcase sitting neatly in the corner of the bungalow. She should leave now, throw her clothes into the suitcase and leave. Better still, she should call the authorities, report him, perhaps bring them in to trap this man. But oh, how the feeling of his cock fucking into her throat stirred her body. How much worse could he be? She had already found guilty pleasure in this night. Her thoughts tossed inside her like the waves that were breaking on the sand. Her eyes returned to her suitcase.

Finally, the ocean air pouring into her room chilled her body and she straightened herself on the bed and slipped her weary, naked body under her covers. She closed her eyes and a smile crept over her lips as she drifted off to sleep.



The Beach



There are times more then not, I can never get the image of you out of my mind. As I drive over to pick you up, I see your face, smell the sweet perfume that you use. I love being with you more that anything. Walking with you in the warm Florida Sun, the endless beaches. I have to let you walk on the ocean side as I love looking at the two most beautiful things God has ever created, the ocean and more important you. 

Pulling up in your drive, I get out, just like the first time I ever saw you my heart races as I walk to your door. Talking a deep breath I knock on the door. We it opens I can't do anything more for the first few minutes but stand there looking at your beauty and thinking just how lucky I am that I have you in my life. The way your hair drapes across your face, those eyes that have so much love and passion behind them, I could look into the forever. That cute smile that covers your lips as I step inside. 

Wrapping my arms around you, pulling you close to me, looking in those eyes, I tell you how happy I am to see you and how much I love you, as my lips touch yours, soft, sweet, my tongue parts them, entwines with yours and you arms around my neck pull me deeper into you. Breaking away from you, which I always hate to do. I take you hand as we walk through the house, picking up the blanket and basket. Heading out the French doors that lead to your deck and the beach. I can understand why you chose this house it is so secluded and peaceful, cozy and very romantic. 

Walking with you we find a section were the sand is so soft and the dunes block away and view of civilization, no houses, no nothing, just you and the ocean. Laying down the large blanket across the soft sand I then turn to you. Looking into those eyes, I take your head in my hands and kiss your sweet lips, as your hands come around my body. Assisting you as you lay back across the blanket, me joining you by your side. As I snuggle against you, my thoughts turn to you, like they ever leave. My hand slides up turns your face toward me as I lean down and kiss your lips, my tongue sliding between them, searching and finding yours, teasing it back into mine were I can suck it. My hand slides back down your neck, between you sweet breasts, covered by your bikini top. As it cups your breasts, squeezing it, even though your top I can feel the heat building inside you, your nipple getting hard under my touch. 

My other hand unties the top around your neck and the one now slides under the material feel the softness of your breasts, the hardness of your nipples. Moving the top off them I kiss between your breasts, up across them and closer to your nipple. My tongue teases it as my lips wrap around it sucking it deep in my mouth. Mmmmm Wow do you taste so good. As I suck your sweet breast, so gently and loving my hand slides down across your stomach under the waistband of your bikini. My fingers feeling your warm, smooth flesh as it slides closer and closer to your hot pussy. I can feel the heat radiate from you as my fingers slide over your smoothness Mmmmm so smooth, I love the idea you shave everything off. 

As when I look at you, taste you, feel you I want to see and feel all of you. As my fingers trace the outline of your hot lips, wet with your warm juices. I slide around to the side of the blanket, your hand slide up the back of my leg, under my trunks, mmmm I hope my hands on your ass feels as good as your hands feel on mine. Sliding it down I feel you long fingers cup and massage my balls, aching for you touch, Mmmm Dam I love it when you do that, Parting your lips I slide my tongue inside the smooth folds of your wet pussy, as your hands circles and strokes my throbbing cock. The way your hands turns around it as you stroke it is unbelievable in it's feeling, Dam darlin. My tongue slides deep inside you hot pussy, I love the way you muscles clamp on it, almost pulling it inside you. 

Your sweet juices flow from your lips as your hips rock into you my waiting lips. My fingers part and slide in them also with my tongue, coating in your cum as I slide them back out, moving down below you lips, teasing your tight ass in the sunset of evening. The tip of my finger brushes across it, circles it coating it with your cum. I can feel you thigh muscles twitch in please against my cheeks as my tongue slides deep inside you, my finger teases your hard clit and my other fingers slides slowly inside your sweet ass.

You have pulled my cock out of my shorts and as one of my thrust deep inside you start I feel your warm lips kissing the head of my cock, covered now in the pre cum of your touch. Taking it in your hand holding it out I feel you tongue slide around the swollen head of it before slowly down it's hard shaft, before flicking it across my balls so tight from the pleasure of your touch and lips. You tell me that you want me behind you, so I slide up on my knees as you turn over on the towel, the soft sand below our blanket. 

As you get on all fours you drop you head down on your crossed arms, mmmm that sweet ass just sticking up before me, waiting, wiggling, calling me. Once more I lean down and kiss your sweet cheek before moving up behind you, Taking my cock in my hand I rub it up and down across your lips, before sliding it between them feeling your hot pussy engulf and swallow it inch by inch. My hands move to your ass, wow you know how much I love to feel you ass in my hands? As I slide my cock in and out of you, slowly at first, feeling your wet inner walls squeezing it, sucking it, till my hips are up against your ass, you feel my balls pressed up against your lips and swinging to your clit.

My hands spread you cute ass so I can see my cock sliding between them, an also I want to tease that cute ass. As I strokes increase I can feel you cum sliding between you lips and across my balls. My strokes increase as my two thumbs, coated in your hot cum tease and massage there way into your ass, slowly, easing into you, till you feel them inside you, my cock rubbing against them through the think barrier that separates them. 

You feel my cock throbbing against your hot walls and I feel you body quiver with excitement as I feel you hot cum explode across my cock, causing me to hold back no longer as load after load of hot cum shoots deep inside you pussy. Filling you with the pleasure of the evening, mixing and dripping the two juices from you as we collapse on the towel, you head on my shoulder, your leg draped across me, as me watch the remainder as the sun sets it final light across the oceans.



The Beach



I drift endlessly through my dreams. A place no more real then any other in my imagination, but one that seems just as solid and real as the wold in which I spend my day to day life.

I wiggle my toes; the sand is soft and warm. I lift my face to the breeze and can feel the gentle kiss of the salt air. The scent of the ocean fills my senses, and I find myself absorbed in a wonderland of pure perfection. 

I close my eyes, picturing in my mind the one who possesses my thoughts and dreams, and his face comes to life. His smile warming my heart and his eyes telling me of his need. I linger there. Not wanting to open my eyes and loose this vision I hold to my heart. But time is passing by, and I open them to find the greatest of wonders.

His smile is real as he reaches out to touch my cheek. His fingers solid and warm, sending a wondrous sensation over my cool flesh. He steps closer. I can feel the heat of his breath, the smell of his cologne and sweat combining to create an erotic odor, and I can sense the closeness of his body. The combination is electric and I feel my body coming to life in his presence. I have dreamed of him often, but never has a dream felt so real. Never has my need been so great.

His eyes look deeply into mine, embracing my soul, and I feel myself surrendering into his strong arms. His body pressing against mine. His hands are pulling me hard against him. His mouth finds mine in a hot and hungry kiss, smothering my lips, and sucking my tongue deep into his mouth. I feel his hands caressing the length of my back, venturing lower to grasp the cheeks of my backside and pull me to him. I can feel the hardness of him though his jeans and I slide my hand between our bodies to feel him against the stiff fabric. 

My breath begins to quicken as his kisses find the side of my neck, and he gently bites and nibbles his way down my throat, finding their way down to the opening in my blouse. The touch of his hand on my breast through the fabric of my blouse makes my breath catch, and I become impatient to be free of the garment. I reach for the buttons, but his hand stops my progress. Putting barely a step between us, he begins to undo the buttons with agonizing slowness. Savoring each new inch of my flesh becoming available to his eyes. 

The blouse falls to the sand, and I feel his eyes on my breasts. My nipples growing hard under the attention of his hot gaze. His fingertips trace a path around the outsides of my already sensitive breasts, sending a shiver through my body. He touches and teases, making my hard nipples scream out for his attention, when at last he takes them between his fingers, and rubs them gently.

A soft moan escapes my lips and I fight to control the growing need within me. His hot lips take my nipples into their care, the tip of his tongue making them wet, and pulling back, he blows cool air on my already aching hard points. My body shudders a little. The tip of his tongue returns to its task once again, flicking quickly back and forward, tracing circles, tasting and teasing. I run my fingers through his hair, wanting to put his face harder against me, but controlling my need enough to let him continue. At last his hot mouth finds my breast, sucking me deep into his mouth. I can feel his tongue on my nipple and he sucks, and the tingling sensation between my legs begins to grow stronger. 

He lifts his head and smiles up at me; there is no need for words in this time or place. He lifts me into arms, and carries me the to tree line. Laying me on a bed of soft grass, I can feel the moisture sticking to my naked back. The coolness is refreshing but does little to cool my aching need. He kneels beside me, his eyes devouring and exploring every inch of my body. Reaching over me, he begins to slide my skirt down over my legs, his hands pressing firmly against my legs and he pulls the fabric free from my body. Slowly his hands make their way back up the length of my legs; his mouth following in the trail mapped out by his fingers. Kissing, licking and nibbling his way to the tops of my thighs, sending shivers of expectation surging through my loins. The tips of his fingers brush lightly against the now moist fabric of my lace panties, the thrill of the touch working like an electric shock, and taking my breath away. His fingers touch again, a little harder this time, while his mouth continues to tease and taste the tops of thighs. 

He lifts his body from mine, and pulls his shirt off over his head. My desire grows at the sight of this mans magnificent form. Sliding his hands between my legs, he spreads them enough to step between them, and I open myself up to him willingly. His mouth returns to the tops of my thighs, while his fingers trace the edge of my panties, never quite touching the place I desire him most. He presses his nose hard against the wetness of the fabric, breathing in my scent and delighting in the effect his attentions were having on my body. His finger finds the edge of my panties and pulls the lace to one side, his nose once again finding its mark. 

The tip of his tongue reaches out to taste me and I cry out from the thrill of the touch. His fingers work over the wetness of my pussy, his tongue seeking out and discovering the delicate point of my greatest pleasure. I can feel his fingers entering me, exploring me, teasing me to greater heights of passion, and I moan loudly. The sound of pleasure seems to encourage him even more as his mouth takes to my pussy with the hunger of a wild animal. My body wiggles and writhes under him and he grabs hold of my hips and holds me fast against his face, burying his tongue deep inside me. He can feel my pleasure building, my need for release growing stronger, and he pulls away from. I want to scream, to beg him to complete me as the climbs out from between my legs. He takes the sides of my panties in his strong hands and rips them, pulling them free, and leaving me naked and needing before him. 

He stands, unbuckles his pants, and reveals to me the object of my greatest desire. The sight of him takes my breath way. He sits back naked on the grass beside me, beckoning me to come to him. I crawl to him on my hands and knees, taking him in my hand and worshiping his erect and hard masculinity. I kiss the swollen head of his erection, making it moist with my tongue and tasting the salty cream on the end of him. I slowly run the tip of my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, making him moist and taking pleasure in the immense size if him. The scent of him arouses me still further. 

I take him in my mouth in one quick thrust and I hear his moan of pleasure. I want to please him more, pleasure and tease him as he has done to me. So I suck hard as I pull my mouth away, only to take him back again in another quick, hard suck. Squeezing his tightening balls gently in my hand, I take all of him into my mouth, feeling him against the back of my throat. I pull my head away once more, but this time his hands find my hair and forces me back onto his thickening shaft. I take him willingly. Sucking and teasing until he pulls my head away. 

He lies back on the grass, pulling me on top of him. I spread my legs over him, taking all of him inside me in one quick thrust, sending a surge of pleasure cursing through me as my climax takes hold. He pulls me forward, grabbing my hips and driving himself into me with fast hard strokes. My head spins and I cry out with the exquisite pleasure now consuming my entire being. He continues to thrust, pushing himself deeper and deeper into my pulsing, wet pleasure zone. I want to pull away, my body screaming "enough" but he holds me hard against him and I can feel him beginning to swell deep inside me. He thrusts deep into me one more time and cries out with thrill of his release. I can feel his seed filling me, pumping deep inside me, filling me and mixing the sweet juices of our love with in me. 

He pulls my body down against him and his mouth finds mine once more in a slow enduring kiss. He holds me to him as our racing hearts and quickened breaths slowly return to normal. The combined sweat of or bodies cooling us as the sea breeze sweeps over our still joined naked forms. 

I relax heavily into his protective arms as sleep claims me, and I drift into a deeper, dreamless place.

I wake in my bed, my body still alive for the wonders of the experience. I can feel the dampness between my thighs, swell the sweet odor of his sweat, and feel the sensation of his body against mine. A dream? Perhaps not. Tonight I will sleep with my love in my thoughts once again, for there I can have him always and forever.



The Beach



As you open you an email you see there is an email from me. I tell you to meet me at the Crab Shack in Savannah at 6:00 pm on Friday for a big a surprise. So come Friday you pull into the Crab Shack and see my car is already there. You go to the hostess and say I am here to meet the Snowtigress. She leads you to a remote table off to the side where you see me sitting in my black mini skirt, black top and high heels. I stand up and give you a hug and whisper into your ear welcome to paradise. As you hug me your hands run over my ass finding I am wearing nothing under my skirt, I can feel your cock get hard in response. We sit down next to each other to a romantic dinner of crab and oysters with wine. We take turns feeding each other. As you feed me some crab I suck one of your fingers into my mouth sucking all the butter off of your finger meanwhile giving you my sexiest look. After we have finished are romantic dinner I ask you if you are ready to go for a walk on the beach. 

After we get to the beach I hand you a picnic basket and tell you know peeking. We go for a romantic walk on the beach till we get to a nice secluded place on the beach. I take out a blanket, a bottle of wine, couple of glasses, and some flavored massage oil. I pour us a glass of wine and ask you if you like your surprise so far. You respond by giving me a deep passionate kiss. You then you remove my shirt to find that I was also braless the whole night. 

You take the massage oil and start rubbing it into my breast, and my nipples get hard in response. I then take your shirt off and rub the massage oil into your chest. You then slowly push me down onto the blanket and licking all around my breast just missing the nipples. I then moan oh yes. You then start gently start sucking on one of my nipples as I run my hands over your back and neck arching my back. You slowly slide your hand under my skirt to find my hot and wet for you. You start rubbing my clit between your fingers making me even wetter. I say please put your fingers in me. As you slide two fingers in me you feel my pussy tighten around your fingers. 

As you start to slowly fucking me with you fingers I lift my ass to meet you. You then pull your fingers out and run them around my asshole. I moan oh yes that feels so good. You then stick a finger in my ass and I say oh yes as I cum. We then shed the rest of our clothing wanting to be skin to skin with each other. I then see that your cock is hard and begging for attention. I put some oil between my hands and start rubbing your cock. I then give you a deep passionate kiss and then lick my way down your neck to your chest and all the way down to your throbbing cock. 

I run my tongue from the tip all the way to your balls and back again. I slowly lower my mouth onto your balls and start to gently suck on your cock and massage your balls. You tell me that you want to eat my pussy while I suck on your cock. So I move into one of my favorite positions the 69. I then start to gently suck on your balls sucking one and then the other into my mouth. I tell you I want you to cum in my mouth. I then start sucking on your cock and feeling your cock grow in my mouth knowing it is soon going to give me what I want. As you start shooting into my mouth I cum into your mouth. After we recover I pull you up so we can go play in the waves. 

We have fun splashing each other and swimming in the waves then you pick me up and carry me back over to the blanket. As we lay down on the blanket I know that you are going to take me to paradise again. You get on your knees between my legs and start rubbing your cock over my clit. I arch my back to trying to get your cock into my pussy. You then slide just the tip of your cock into me teasing me. You start sliding a little more each time and you feel my pussy tighten around your cock wanting more. I beg you please give it to me. You slam your cock into me as I arch my back. After a few strokes you pull out and tell me to turn over. I get my hands and knees as I look back at you knowing that I am going to get my ass fucked. You grab the oil and squirt some into my ass. 

You then rub the oil into my asshole and slowly insert a finger into my ass. I moan oh yes that is what I want. You then rub some oil on your hard cock getting ready to give it to me. You then slowly start to put your cock in my ass. As the tip of your cock slides into my ass you reach around and rub my clit. I then shove my ass back sliding your cock into my ass, moaning yes. You start to slowly stroke in and out of my ass going a little faster each stroke. I can feel your cock stretching my tight ass and it feels so good. As you are ramming your cock up my ass you say are you ready babe here it comes I am going to fill your ass. As you start shooting into my ass I also start Cumming. 

We then fall down together onto the blanket and slowly come back down to earth.



The Beach



Authors' note:  Again, I really want to send a special thanks to Pearl_Prynne...  Her insight in editing and giving me a better understanding of women has really helped.  This story starts slowly but heats up in a big way.  Enjoy, and I'd love to get your feedback  Just_John1

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It started with a ride to the beach.  A frequent visitor myself, I travel there on a regular basis.  It's about four hours by car, faster by plane, but I can't get over the thought that God never meant man to fly.   She'd been begging for months: she'll pay for the gas, she'll find a place to stay, she won't be a bother, all the platonic promises she thought might convince me.

It would be nothing to take her.  I'd actually enjoy the company, but that was the problem.  She was 25 (fifteen years younger than me), slim, attractive and desirable as hell.  Long trim legs, pert breasts with nipples that demanded attention, slim smooth neck, and collarbones that called to be suckled...  My attraction to her was so strong that I struggled at times not to reach out and caress her.  Several times I had actually caught myself with my hand on her back as she passed through a door and realized I had let it linger a moment too long.  The glances I received as she waltzed into the conference room, told me she knew.   

She had this habit of completely distracting my day.  She would pause at my door while I was trying to concentrate, and I'd smell her before I saw her.  I have no idea what the fragrance was, but it was hypnotizing:  not quite flowery, not quite fruity, just intensely feminine, the kind of smell you want while burying your head between the breasts of an incredibly sexy woman determined to fuck your lights out.  Those thoughts would linger long after she left, the same way her scent remained in my office.   

But I digress.  She kept begging for a ride to the beach through an entire summer and then winter with no signs of letting up.  I couldn't figure out why she needed a ride with me.  She had her own car and a decent job; she could easily afford her own trip but seemed determined to go with me.  She kept saying she'd find a place to stay but we both knew where she'd end up. I finally relented, and we scheduled a weekend.   

As she bounced down her apartment steps dressed in shorts and a halter top, I was reminded again how attractive this nubile twenty-five year old was.  Those long legs were at eye level and a shy grin spread across her face as my glance took her in while she walked down the steps.  "Hi!" she said, in that small voice of hers.  "You ready to go?"   

"Yep!  Your chariot awaits, my sweet."  I was trying to be disgustingly cute to cover my nervousness.  The "sweet" part just slipped out.  She stopped, kind of tilted her head, and looked at me.  "Oh shit, I've blown it already" was the first thought that ran through my mind.  She stayed tilted for a second, which felt more like an hour or two, then shook her head, smiled, and walked around the front of my truck.   

It was Friday night.  We'd decided to make a long weekend of it, taking Monday off to enjoy the beach.  Dusk was beginning to settle and the sky was beautiful. Red tinged wisps of clouds as the sun settled, and the horizon was that dark shade of blue, right before it turns to the full blackness of night, that you only see in a summer sky.  It was still hot from the day, but a cool evening breeze took away the stifling humidity.   

After an hour of driving through idle chit-chat, with my mind was left to wander.  I opted for the old country road route and decided do anything I could to get this woman to sleep with me.  I rested my arm on the seat back and let my fingers trail down over her shoulder.  While just barely touching her skin, I waited for her reaction.  And while hoping for something that would either tell me I was treading where I shouldn't or openly invite me to be more aggressive, what do you think I got?  Nothing.  No reaction at all!  My arm was starting to go to sleep.   

The skin of her shoulder was soft.  So soft.  I appreciated the warmth of her body in the increasing chill of the night and traced my finger along the lines of her collarbone.  Finally in contact with someone I had watched for so long, it was killing me to wait for a response.  I let my fingers travel along her graceful neck; I let my fingers get caught in her soft hair...  I was having a reaction, big time.  I wanted this woman in the worst way.   

Then her head tilted down, giving me more room.  I traced a little circular pattern on the wisps of hair that trailed down her neck.  I snuck a look and saw that her breathing was becoming labored and her nipples were hard.  Was it the chill of the night or had I found a hidden erogenous zone?  I began to massage her shoulders, her neck, and the top of her back.   

"You've never touched me like this before," she said slowly.  And again I was left wondering whether it was a sign of disapproval or acceptance...   

"Feels good?"   

"Feels great, I wish you could give me a real massage right now."   

Definite acceptance.  I grew bolder and said, "I have to ask.  Why did you have to come down with me?"   

"I've been interested in you for a while, but I thought you'd see it as a school-girl type crush.  And, I was afraid of what they'd think in the office."   

"Do you really care?" I asked.   

"No, but I didn't want you worrying about it...  I wanted to know if you find me attractive but was afraid the location would taint your response. I've noticed how you touch me, and I thought you were interested but you've been so... I don't know, proper perhaps.  Maybe reserved is a better word."   

"I didn't want to scare you.  You know when you come in my office...  I can't help but think of you for hours after you leave."   

Her laugh sounded like music, so full of youth, so full of energy.  "I always struggle to get your attention.  I thought you weren't interested at all.  It was so damned hard to get you to take me here."   

She lifted the armrest between us and slid over on the seat.  My arm slipped down her shoulder to pull her close.  Rubbing my hand up and down her arm, I felt my finger pass over the flare of her breast.  A subtle turn of her body told me she wanted more.  My fingers traveled over her breast, and my fingertip grazed the nipple that was poking out against her shirt.   

"Hmmmm, that feels nice.   

"Yeah, it does..."   

and again that giggle.   

Her breast felt so nice in my hand, warm, the nipple pressing against my palm through the fabric.  I could feel her slightly arching her back, pressing her breast more firmly in my hand, seemingly offering herself to my caresses.  I was as happy as I could be, as content as any man can be while driving 65 with a beautiful woman and her breast in my hand.  And then, just to make sure that my feet stay on the ground, what does God send me?  A tollbooth.  I had to concentrate, take my hand away from nirvana, dig in my wallet to find change for the booth, feed it and drive away."   

My hand couldn't decide where to go next.  Do I resume my fondling of her breast?  That, of course, was my preferred answer.  As I slid my wallet back into my pocket my finger grazed her leg.  Again, the skin was so soft, her leg so warm, my fingers just kind of settled on her leg.  Tracing light circles mid-thigh and then sliding into the warmth where her legs overlapped, my hand rested on her leg possessively.  While her skin was so soft, the texture of her muscles was firm: the well-toned feeling that only the young can achieve.   

I was trying to be good; I was trying to be respectful, but I couldn't help it.  My fingers continued circling on the inside of her thigh.  She uncrossed her leg in what my mind could only figure to be a permissive move.  My fingers kept traveling upward, then a little back toward her knee, a little farther up her leg with each revolution.  I was so close I could feel heat emanating from the joint of her legs, even through the fabric of her shorts.   

My hand stopped.  My fingers were still tracing soft circles and I was afraid I'd start rubbing her skin raw.    

"That feels good too. . ."  a soft whisper as her head fell to my shoulder.  I could feel her muscles tensing rhythmically with each upward revolution.  I was so close but so faraway; two layers of fabric separated me from feeling the softness of her core.   

"You're driving me crazy... ya know that?" she said again in that soft seductive voice, dripping with sensuality.   

"Do we know what we're doing?"  I asked her.

"You mean will I respect you in the morning?"  She laughed at me.   

"Yeah that's what I mean... I mean, we can still turn back now..." I just had to be sure.

"Well, you can still turn back now, but if you do I'll kill you!" I could see her pearly white smile shine through the darkness.   

"Meaning you couldn't turn back now?"   

"Meaning...  you've got me so horny...  I'm going to cum even if I have to do it myself"   

"I would hate to make you work at it.  That just wouldn't be gentlemanly now would it?  To leave a damsel in distress like this..." I lifted my hand.   

"You bastard" was her laughing response.  "And this is doing nothing to you? This has no effect on you?"   

Feigning indifference... "Of course not!" I teased.  "It would take much greater efforts to get to me.  I'm way too old for that stuff."   

I felt her hand close over my hardening member.  "Then I assume this is a flashlight, old man?"   

"Hey hey! I'm, trying to drive here!" and she did that tilted head thing again.  She was looking at me with an expression that should've spoken volumes but I just didn't understand yet.  I realized, however, sitting in the darkness, that I too might be giving mixed signals even though my intentions were perfectly clear to me.   

Her shorts had grown a little tight when she slid down the seat.  I struggled to try to slide my finger into the leg opening.  She lifted up a little, and her shorts became loose again.  The movement forced the first contact of my finger with her soft outer lips.    

"Ohhh..." she moaned quietly, softly in my ear.   

My finger slid over her mound, feeling the silkiness of her panties tightly pulled over her pussy. I could feel the moisture already.  "Man, she must be wet." I was thinking.  "I need to make sure this woman cums... and keeps on cumming over and over again."  My finger dug slightly into her leg to lift the elastic leg band of her panties.  I could feel some very sparse hair on her swollen lips that were pressed tightly together by the force of her panties.   

As my finger traced her slit I felt her slowly separate.  I felt moisture flow out under my fingers, felt the moisture lubricate her clit as it continued to grow. It was at least half an inch, large enough to take between my fingers and stroke if I hadn't been cramped while trying to drive or compacted into the small opening I had forged between her leg and panties.   

As my finger paused at her opening, just barely penetrating, she sucked in her breath between her teeth.  I had never noticed what an erotic sound that can be until that exact moment.  I'd always just thought of it as the sound you make when you stub your toe and know it's bleeding but are afraid to look.  Her hands reached out as if she was going to grab the dashboard but wavered in the air not quite reaching it.    

"Oh, so nice..." she whispered in the dark to no one in particular.  The 's' sound of nice drifted off slowly like the last repeating phrase of a song as it fades into nothingness.

Her head fell back and her legs spread wider.  She was offering me access to whatever I wanted to feel.  My finger rose up to pass over her clit, spreading moisture, lubricating, as another finger rubbed down from side to side.  Her legs started to twitch with each pass, and she was breathing intermittently.   

"Oh, so nice....  So nice... Please, please....  I'm going to...  Ohhhh...."  The last 'oh' rose in tone, conveying the urgency she felt with her need to cum.

My finger plunged inside again, my palm continued the rubbing motion from side to side.  My finger passed over her spot, just inside, at the top, the fleshy part.  A flow of spasms and clenching surrounded my finger.  Her hips jerked, and she rolled her back to press my finger deeper into her and to press her mound against my palm.  Her breath was coming in spurts, her whole body tense and quivering.

"Unnngf ...  oh, cumming!  oh god yes...." Her legs braced, and she threw her body forward as the peak of pleasure ripped through her body.   


"Don't stop cumming, baby," I whispered in her ear.  Barely conscious of the road, I felt her rise up again.  Her hips thrust out and her secretions flooded my palm as she crested again.   

"Make me cum.  Please make me cum.  Ohhhh so good...  Unnng cumming...  ohhh cumming..."   

I have not been with many women who talk while they cum.  Usually there's a lot of moaning, sometimes some screaming, and occasionally just a grunt or two, but I found this chatter, broken by ragged breaths and completely out of control, to be the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.  I knew what was happening to her body but to understand the internal feelings she was having while she came was just... I don't know, awesome is the only word I can think of.   

"Pressure.  Oh, the pressure...  My clit...  Rub my clit harder.  Ohhh...  so good. I can feel...  I can feel my nipples...  ohhh, yes, right there, against my top.  Oh god, yes.  I'm going to...  I'm cumming.  Oooooh, again.  Oh! Make me cum.  I want...  I want to, oh, feel your fingers.  Ohhh, fuck me with your fingers. Ah!  Cumming..."   

And then she was quiet. There was just heavy breathing in my ear as she squirmed her hips to get away from my rubbing palm.  I pulled my finger back to trace wet circles on the inside of her thigh once again.  I squeezed her thigh gently, kneading the toned muscles under her skin as she came down, her head on my shoulder, breathing ragged in my ear.   

"That was... wonderful!" She said as she leaned in and kissed my neck.  It wasn't a suck-the-blood-out-of-your-neck-through-the-skin type of kiss, just a gentle nuzzling, a little lick of the tongue kiss.  It brought so much emotion to the surface I realized that I was entirely under her control.  I realized that, if not love, I was deeply in lust with this woman.  I was also, mind you, hard as a rock.   

I felt her hand slide over my thigh.  "Your turn next, but you'll have to wait until we get there."  Whatever she wanted.  I was totally captivated by this woman.   

The darkness gave way to the neon lights of the beach strip.  I looked at her excited face and wondered why I had put this off for so long.  Then the lights faded again as we drove off the beaten path to my out-of-the-way house.  It's tucked away, off the main drag, in a quiet neighborhood, boat tied to the dock in the backyard lagoon.  We spent the next hour getting the power turned back on, the water, unpacking the truck, putting sheets put on the bed.   

Finally finished, I settled on the couch with a drink in my hand and looked over to see her curled up on a chair.  Still dressed in her shorts and halter, her nipples still slightly erect and her hair falling over her eyes, she looked so cute, but I noticed a fire in her eyes.   

"I think it's your turn now," she said.  A devilish expression colored her face as she continued.  "What do you want me to do?  I'm all yours to play with."   

I knew this was going to be a great weekend, but her offer was a little too much. This younger generation was so forward; I felt strangely uncomfortable.  I was used to the man being the aggressor.  For her to sit here and tell me it was now my turn for pleasure, and that anything I wanted to do was...  well, I guess I'm just not used to it.  Despite all the times I'd fantasized about exactly this, now my mind was blank, completely devoid.  At least I remembered how to breathe.

"Uh uh uh....  I don't know."   

and she laughed.   

"You don't know what you want to do with me?" A dramatized frown. "You don't want to rip my clothes off, lay me down, and make wild, passionate love to me?"   

"Uh uh well, that sounds great...  Um, I guess" was my brilliant response.   

She slid over to the couch and sat quietly next to me.  "You want tenderness," she said, not quite a question but more a statement of how well she could read me already.  She looked down and placed her head on my chest.  I lay back on the couch.   

"I can hear your heartbeat," she said as her arms wrapped around me and squeezed.  I started stroking her hair, soft, golden, fine-textured, like everything else on her, just beautiful.   

"You're not allowed to touch.  You have to keep your hands to your side; this is for you."  I felt her hands run up over my chest and heard a sound, almost a purring, in her throat.  She pulled my shirt up and followed her hands with kisses.  For a twenty-five-year-old she sure knew what she was doing.  I've never thought of my chest and nipples as an erogenous zone.  Perhaps it was the pleasure she seemed to derive from it, but it really felt good to me.  I watched her hands stroking my sides while she kissed my chest.  Then she trailed her tongue down my stomach, tickling fingertips leading the way.   

"Lay back" she said and I complied like the transfixed male that I was. As she pulled my shirt over my head her breasts were right in my face.  Her hard nipples were barely visible when she leaned forward and the fabric fell away from her chest.  I reached up and ran my fingers gently over one of them, watching it come to life.  Her eyes closed and she pressed her breast down into my hand.   

"Not that it doesn't feel really good, but you're not allowed to touch," she reprimanded again.  "This is for you."   

I suddenly felt awkward, like I had too many arms and couldn't find a place to put them.  I couldn't fold them over my chest, couldn't put them behind my head, and I felt too vulnerable with them lying at my sides.  She seemed to understand my quandary.  She took them in her hands, tucked them under my back and said, "Now don't move."   

I was completely at her mercy.  I wanted to comply and enjoy whatever she had in store, but at the same time, I wanted to explore her body, to experience what I had in the truck with her again.  Her hands returned to rubbing my chest, working the muscles there and gently running down my stomach.  I could feel a finger linger at the top of my belt.  It dipped slightly inside.  I wanted her to reach in and hold me so badly.  I wanted to feel the tingles as she stroked me, but there was no way to expedite things.  I had to lie there and let her work at her own pace.   

As her fingers neared my belt my stomach would involuntarily pull in, trying to create space for her hands.  I was very hard with the anticipation.  She had created a scenario where my total being was concentrated on pleasure.  I wanted to experience every sensation to the fullest so I could pay her back later.   

Finally her hands undid my belt.  As my zipper slowly moved downwards I could feel the coolness of the night air.  Sparks  of pleasure and anticipation rushed through my body.  Her hands slid up and began pulling both pants and jockeys down.   

I thought I felt vulnerable before!  Now I was naked, lying on my hands, not allowed to touch her.  I wanted to bring her the same loss of control that I felt, but she was totally dressed.  Although she had cum, I still hadn't seen her any other way than fully clothed.   

"Hmmmmm..." she said as her fingers barely touched my hardness.  The tingles were enough to raise bumps on the skin all over my body.  I was struggling to keep my hips still.  I wanted to push myself into her hands.  Her fingers traced over my cock and down to my balls, as they pulled tightly up next to my body.   




The Beach



"Someone's starting to feel good," she mused.  What gave me away?  The fact that I was as hard as I had been since I was eighteen?  The fact that I stopped breathing each time I was forced to wait for her next touch?  The fact that my eyes were closed, my head back, and my entire body was tense?  Observant girl, huh?   

Her hand wrapped around my cock with her fingers slightly spread.  Her hand felt cool against my urgent heat, and then, slowly she started to stroke.  The sensations were so intense that I honestly don't know if I moaned, if I made sounds. I know that my body began to thrust beneath her fingers.  Her strokes were maddeningly slow, but her grip was perfect.  Her slender fingers squeezed with just the right force and gave a little friction as they slid over the head of my cock.   

"So nice..." she paused.  "I love how hard your cock gets.  Tell me how it feels."    

I've always used moans to tell my partner whether she's hitting the right spot, but I found it arousing, as if I needed to be more aroused, explaining to her how I felt.   

"My cock's tingling.  It feels so....  Good, oh god that feels good," I mumbled as her hand slid around the head of my cock.  "I could cum so easily.  Just a little faster and I'll cum.  I'm so....  Ohhh so close..."  My ass had left the couch as I attempted to press myself into her hands. "let me… please, let me touch you!" My hand had slid down to her leg, and was trying to retrace the path to her wetness.  I was losing control.   

"No baby," she said firmly.  "Lay back and just feel this like I had to.  I want to watch you cum."  She sat a little further back as her hands continued to stroke me.   

"It feels so good.  Oh please...  a little faster, please..."   the last please coming out almost as a plaintive wail, stretched out, long and whispered with urgency.

"Are you on the edge? Are you going to cum?"   

"Oh yes, I'm right there. Ohhh... I'm going to..."   

"Don't cum yet baby. Hold it back, make it last."

"Ohhh, I can't, oh god....  can't help it...  please"   again that plaintive wail that told her I was completely in her control, I no longer had the ability, the will, to do anything other than follow the instructions that would take me beyond the pleasure that I was feeling, into that maelstrom of pleasure that I call my orgasm.

Her hand stopped.  It didn't stop holding me, just stopped movement. The tingling pleasure waves were there, raging through my body, but I was stuck just beyond the point of no return.  It felt as if I was cumming, but there was no spurting, no shots of pearly white cum, just this intense throbbing wave after wave.  I needed to cum!   

"Ohhhhhh please,  let me shoot"   almost demanding but still so full of need. 

"Cum for me baby" and her hand resumed stroking, just that little bit faster, just that little bit tighter, and I began to shoot.  Streaks of pleasure raced through my body.  Flashes of light seem to play on the closed eyelids of my eyes.  The flow from my cock felt like a stream instead of pulses of cum, the tingles were most intense.  My whole body was involved in this cum.  My hands clenched, my body arched, my legs shook, my toes curled, my face cringed in that agonizing mask that could be either extreme pain or extreme joy, and my neck threw my head back, as far as it could go.   

As the tingles slowly left my body, the waves of my orgasm receding, my muscles relaxed in that after-orgasm afterglow.  I finally reopened my eyes and looked deeply into hers.  Her brown eyes were wide, watching me.  She scanned my body from top to bottom and back again.   

This time, when my hand slid around her neck there was no protest.  She leaned in towards me and I pulled her close.  Our lips met and I kissed her deeply.   

After quickly cleaning up, I led her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.  "Now for that full massage you wanted."  She rolled over onto her stomach as I slid my hands up her back to untie the ties of her top.  My hands kneaded the muscles deeply and slid slowly downward, while I sat on the ass that I had ogled for day after day.  I reached under her and opened the button at the top of her shorts.  I moved them down over her hips and off her legs, followed quickly by her panties.   

My hands grasped the cheeks of her ass and my fingers gently sank into the soft flesh covering well-toned muscles.  My fingers so close to trailing over her lower lips but never quite touched.  "Roll over Sweetness."  I whispered in her ear.  I got my first full view of her wonderful naked body, small but pert breasts, nipples erect at least a half inch long, light pink highlights.  Her stomach was heaving, flat and tapered off into her pelvic region, a small square of hair, light, almost blond, thin in texture.  Her lips also light pink but engorged, spread, and wet.   

I gently traced her nipples, my touch as light as a breeze.  My fingers trailed down her body as I leaned over to take her nipple gently into my mouth.  I gave it a delicate suckling.  As my tongue swabbed back and forth, teasing the nipple to its full length.  My lips and tongue following my fingers as I slid down her body.  My tongue stopped briefly after finding that her navel was another hidden erogenous zone.   

"Oh, that feels so good, baby.  Don't ever stop," she whimpered as my tongue traipsed over her sparse hair to flick lightly across her clit.  I turned on her body so my head was down.  I've always found I can work my tongue better from that angle, I don't know why.  I licked around her clit, touching it with my tongue as her body arched off the bed, trying to force more intense contact.  I felt her lips slide around my hardening member.  Her mouth mimicked the hole penetrated by the probing of my tongue.  My fingers slid in and found her incredibly wet, the mixture of my saliva with her natural juices.  She tasted so good.   

Ohhh...  Baby please, please fuck me.  Oh, I'm going to...  Oh, fuck me."  As her body rose from the bed she began so shake.  I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I wanted her to cum again before I did.  I slid my finger over her special spot, and her hips jerked. "Oh fuck! Ohhhh, that's good. I'm going to cum so hard baby. I want to feel you. Ohhh.... Cumming!"  With a series of grunts and groans as she came, her body rhythmically tensing in slight shudders and jerks.   

I was now fully hard as I turned and slid up her body.  I could feel the head of my cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy.  The moisture there lubricated the head as it slid over her opening and up over her clit.  I gently thrust my hips, only to drag down over her lips once again.  The tingles started as I felt her hand grip me, to slide a condom quickly down my length, and then to rub me more aggressively over her slit.  She worked the head between her lips and settled it slightly inside her opening.  I slid my cock into her just an inch as I raised up to look into her eyes.  They were tightly shut but flew wide open as the head of my cock pierced inside.  Her dark brown eyes were deep liquid pools as I slid into her.   

I felt as if I had fallen into her, that I was being pulled into her as her walls gripped me.  Her body was firm under me.  Her hips thrust up against me as I plunged into her, and she would change the angle so I felt little resistance on the instroke.  Then, on the outstroke, she would change the angle again as she squeezed me with a tightness I have never felt before.  Her nipples rubbed against my chest lightly, just barely touching my skin, sliding through the sweat that was building as I supported my weight above her.

She had lost the ability to form words.  The only sounds coming from her were grunts and long low moans.  The moans grew to a crescendo and subsided only to rise again.  I felt like Superman, having cum so recently, felt like I could last forever.   Then I looked down into her face again.  The mask of pleasure was more than I could handle.  I almost shouted, "Ohhh,  going to...  oh god...  Cumming...."   

She squeezed me so tightly, pulling the cum from my cock as she came as well.  I could feel a rush of fluid flow down over my balls as her arms held me tight, her heels locked behind my back, and she pressed me deep into her.  Her body went absolutely rigid and began to shake.  The tremors centered on her pussy that was wrapped so tightly around me.  The sensations of cumming melded into one intense tingling feeling as I unloaded deeply into her.  She slowly lowered her ass to the bed and I followed her keeping my cock deeply imbedded in her.  With a few after-shudders, she returned to the here and now.  She kissed my shoulder and I kissed hers.  After wiping her hair back from her eyes, my lips met hers, kissing her mouth deeply as my member slowly deflated inside of her seemingly at the same rate my muscles lost their rigor.   

"That felt so nice," she whispered in my ear. "I want to do it again, and again and again."   

I could only laugh in response my lungs still clamoring for air as her breathing rapidly returned to normal.  My last thought, as we both fell into a slumber, was how I was really going to enjoy this weekend, if I could only survive it.



The Beach



My name is John. I am thirty years old, unmarried and I live in London. I make a somewhat precarious living as an artist, earning just enough so as not to have to get what my friends laughingly refer to as a "proper job." The artist I most admire is Rubens, not so much for his skill and talent as for his choice of subject. Rubens loved to paint the sort of women that I love so much to admire.

Indeed I am almost obsessed by large women. More, I love women to be large, mature and hairy. That seems so blunt, Let us rather refer to them as generously endowed, bountiful and well experienced in the ways of the world. And if they also happen to be entirely natural with a full complement of body hair, then my happiness is complete.

Every year, in the summer, I put aside my paints, brushes and palette and take myself off to Germany for a holiday. A beautiful country it certainly is but, much more importantly, it has so many women of that type which arouses me so much. In short, I go on holiday to Germany to have sex with as many large mature women as I possibly can. I am not asking you to believe that I pick up and seduce that many women. I don't bother. I go directly to the Reeperbahn in Hamburg and patronise the establishments and individual ladies of that sex maniacs paradise. In short, I lick, suck, fuck and masturbate myself to a standstill in about a week to ten days. Perhaps in a future narration I will give you a blow by blow ( pun intended ) of my fuckathon but this time I have a different tale to tell.

This summer I went to Hamburg as usual and, after ten days of the most glorious sex was about ready to come home. Before doing so I decided to spend a few days doing what is almost the German national pastime - naturism. Germans love to take their clothes off and naturist resorts abound. They particularly like to disrobe at the beach and it was to a beach resort that I made my way, checking in to a small guesthouse very close to the naturist area.

At about mid morning of my first day there I packed various bits and pieces into a bag and made my way down to the strand. It was a hot, cloudless day but, unfortunately, there was a nasty wind blowing and it is well known that wind and sand, when mixed, can be most unpleasant. Consequently there were few people about as I trudged among the dunes, hoping to find a sheltered spot to enjoy the sun. I was almost ready to give up when I came upon the perfect place. It was a bowl shaped depression in the dunes, no more than twenty feet across and quite deep, deep enough to be almost perfectly still at the bottom.

I spread out my large bath towel on the sand and then stripped off all my clothes revelling in the sun on my naked body. My skin reflects my Englishness, being very fair and easily burned, so I covered every exposed inch with a liberal coating of sun protection cream. I confess that I spent quite a bit more time than necessary making sure that my member was protected but it did feel so good while I was doing it. I stopped when I felt myself beginning to engorge as I didn't feel that I was ready to face any passer by with an erection. I lay down on my back on the towel, propping my head up on a small pillow that I had brought with me. Finally I placed my hat over my face to shield it from the sun. My hat is made of straw and has a loosely woven crown with many small holes in it. It allows me to observe those around me without them being aware of my doing so.

I was just dropping off to sleep when I became aware of movement near me. I opened one just to see who or what had disturbed my beauty rest and then, suddenly, I was wide awake and alert observing every detail. There before, spreading out her large towel on the sand, was the most gorgeous woman. I estimated her to be about fifty years old, judging by the grey that was streaked through her brown hair and the slightly worn look to her face. She was wearing a loose fitting dress of some summer weight material which clung and released and seemed to flow all over the curves of her large voluptuous body. As she moved it outlined her parts, her breasts, thighs and buttocks and provided a backdrop for her meaty upper arms as she spread the towel.

She stood in the centre of her towel and whipped her dress over her head, causing my breath to catch in my throat as she did so. My eyes were drawn immediately to her large belly with three distinct rolls of fat, each more beautiful than the last. Her huge breasts rested on the top roll, contained in a bra that must have been engineered rather than sewn. I stared as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp and, bending forward, let it fall onto the towel and allowing her breasts to swing pendulously back and forth. They were glorious, two enormous bags of flesh, swinging away from her body. I think that she was allowing the air to circulate around them to dry the sweat. At the end of each breast was a perfect nipple, large and rubbery, like an organ stop, and surrounded by a dark brown areola almost two inches across.

I turned my attention to the area below her waist. Below her shelf like hips her buttocks were two enormous round globes, absolutely smooth and unblemished leading past the crease at the bottom to her thick thighs. I just knew by looking at them that they would be soft and silky smooth to the touch, and my heart skipped a beat just thinking of that. I would have expected someone like her to be wearing a sensible undergarment but she was wearing no such thing. What she had on was a g-string! She turned half toward me and I could see how it cupped her pudenda, and, as she turned back again there was no sign of the string at the back which must have been buried in her arse crack. And so it was. She bent forward again and pulled one cheek aside as far as she could and released the string with her other hand. As she did so I just caught a fleeting glimpse of the brown skin and the hair which extended almost all the way up the cleft in her buttocks. Then she did something which almost blew me away. She balled the g-string up in her hand and placed it over her nose. I could see her chest moving as she breathed in and out deeply, inhaling the scent of her own sex and her own arsehole!

She sat down on her towel, facing directly towards me. Then she removed a bottle of sun protection cream from her bag and began to apply it liberally all over her body. She rubbed it all over her arms and then moved to her upper body and to the bounty of her bosom, fondling, almost caressing each gorgeous tit as she did so. Each fold of her swollen belly received it's portion and then on to her thighs and down to her calves and feet. I was aware of this going on but my main attention was rivetted to her crotch, or what I could see of it between her half open legs. She had a thick bush of curly black pubic hair. It completely hid the cleft of her sex which I knew lay underneath and it extended upward almost to her navel! On each side of her crotch I could see that the hair extended for at least two inches down each thigh! She finished applying the cream and then she lay down. As she did so she lifted her arms up and placed them behind her head. What an incredible sight. In each armpit was a long tuft of silky smooth black hair, moist and decorated with tiny drops of sweat. I was almost afraid to breathe. I knew that I was becoming so aroused that if I were to touch myself I would become so hard and erect that she would certainly notice. I decided to close my eyes for a short while and gather my thoughts.

After a few minutes I began to hear a soft little grunting sound and I knew it was coming from the woman who lay naked only a few feet away from me. I opened my eyes to see that she had spread her legs much more and that she had the index finger of her right hand inserted into her cunt and she was slowly frigging herself. Her lips were spread, not wide but enough to let me see the pink wet inside, and her finger was going in and out, rubbing over her swollen clit as it did. My hand was on its way to my cock. I was going to start masturbating with her, when suddenly I became aware of another person in our little bowl in the dunes and I heard a male voice talking to her, addressing her as "Ilse" She did not even pause in her slow frigging, just greeted him as " Hans" and went right on.

The young man who walked up to her and sank to his knees next to her on the towel was beautiful, if a man may be said to be beautiful. He was about twenty years, blonde haired and had a lean lithe body. (I much later discovered that he was her son but for now knew only that they were acquainted) He bent down and kissed her on the lips, long and passionately, their tongues flashing in each of others mouths. She moaned softly and went on stimulating herself. He stood and stripped off his clothes in a flash. Nicely muscled with a washboard abdomen and a rapidly rising circumcised cock that looked like it would be about 8 inches long when it reached it's full extension, something which would happen at any moment. He knelt again and swung a leg over her head so that he was straddling her, then he pushed his cock down and placed the tip of it into her mouth. She grabbed it in her hand and gulped it in greedily, slurping and slobbering, moaning as she sucked him. He smiled and bent forward all he way until his face was buried into her fragrant cunt and he started to lick and suck at her pussy like an artist.

I lay and listened to the soft wet slurping sounds as he licked and sucked her cunt and her clit and the muffled moans from her as she slobbered all over his hard cock. It became too much for me just to watch and hear without doing anything. I grabbed my by now extremely erect cock in my hand and began a rhythmic stroking action, my hand gliding easily up and down on the sun cream covered shaft. My body shuddered each time my hand passed over the sensitive skin just underneath my swollen knobend. I must have given an involuntary gasp or moan because I caught sight of Hans raising his face from the sodden pussy he was eating and looking at me with a huge grin splitting his pussy juice and spittle covered face. He said something to me in German, which I didn't understand, and I replied, explaining that I was English. The smile on his face didn't falter as he said, "I think you would like to fuck, yes?"

I did not need a second invitation. I scrambled to my feet and quickly crossed the short space between us as he sat up, still leaving his cock deep in Ilse's mouth and making room for me to access her cunt. I dropped to my knees between her massive silky smooth thighs and gazed down at the heavenly sight before me. Her pubic hair was sopping with her juices and Hans' spittle and was smoothed back to reveal her gaping snatch, the pink lips and inner lips engorged with arousal and slippery with mucus. I placed my rock hard cock at the entrance to her cunt cavern and rammed it home almost brutally right up to the hilt. I was so inflamed by lust that I had no time for subtlety or foreplay, nor did I think any was necessary. She gave a loud grunt as I drove deep into her and I felt the smooth wet walls contract round my rod as she clenched her cunt muscles. Hans had the good sense to move to one side as I flopped forward, driven by the momentum of my lunge, onto her fat belly and huge breasts.

I came to rest with my face next to hers, only inches away from Hans' cock sliding in and out of her mouth. I began to fuck her slowly, very slowly, for I knew that if I picked up the pace at all I would surely spurt my seed, such was the level of sexual tension in me. As I lay there she lifted up her arm and my face slipped down and came to rest in her armpit. I felt the wetness of her sweat on my cheek and nose and I breathed deeply to inhale the glorious musky, acrid smell of her sweat glands. I did it once, twice and then stuck out my tongue and licked the juice of her pit.

I never stopped for a moment the slow purposeful deliberate movement of my hips driving my cock into her hot depths and withdrawing it a few inches only to ram it in again. I turned my head to look at her face and watched in fascination as she licked and sucked at the hard shaft that she held with her other hand. She would suck and lick and then squeeze until a drop of precum would just emerge from the hole in the tip. She would extend her tongue and take the precum with it and then savour it's taste before going back to licking and sucking the shaft, This was all accompanied by a "symphony of sex," the sounds of moans, groans and grunts from all three of us as we reached heights of arousal.

I don't know why it happened, it just did, I pushed Ilse's hand away from Hans' cock and grabbed it firmly in my own free hand. I pulled it out of her mouth and, leaning over, engulfed it in my own. Ilse gave a soft chuckle and Hans reacted with a violent shudder and a deep moan of satisfaction. I knew that if I sucked him more than just a little he would probably cum and I wasn't ready for going that far so I licked his knob a few more times and gave his shaft back to Ilse.

Looking down at Ilse I noticed that her face was all flushed and that the red glow extended to her upper chest. She was very close to cumming!! I realised that I was the one in control here, I could make all of us cum almost simultaneously. I could not hold out much longer in any case so I began to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could. It only took three more strokes. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she began to thrash about under me as she cried out loudly. My own release hit me like a truck and I rammed into her brutally and held my cock in her depths as I felt my fluid spurting into her womb. I cried out too and was wracked with shudders. In all of our thrashing about Hans' cock had slipped out of Ilse's mouth and she had taken her hand off it as well. I saw this and grabbed his cock just below the knob, at the most sensitive part. I jerked it, once, twice, three times and was rewarded by a loud cry from him and the sight of a stream of thick white cum pulsing out of the distended hole at the tip and spraying in ribbons all over Ilse's face. My own face was so close that some of it spattered on me. I did not mind at all, just watched in awe as her tongue came out and licked up all the sperm it could reach before her mouth briefly engulfed his cock once more and sucked out what remained.

I rolled over and lay on my back, close to my bountiful Venus while Hans did the same on the other side of her. I put my hat over my face again and, with the afterglow of aprés sex coursing through my body and the warm glow of the sun on my skin it was only moments before I drifted off to sleep. Some time must have passed before I awoke for, when I did, the sun was noticeably lower in the sky. Soft sounds and an awareness of movement close by had wakened me. I opened my eyes just enough to see through hooded lids and saw that Ilse had mounted Hans, who was lying on his back. I could not see whether or not she had impaled herself on his hard cock because of those magnificent rolls of fat hiding the two joined crotches but, judging by the sounds they were making and the looks on their faces, I guessed it was pretty certain that she had. I lay there watching them and they were totally unaware that I was doing so, deriving much voyeuristic enjoyment from the sight of their pleasure. Ilse was rocking back and forth; giving a little mew of pleasure on each stroke as her clitoris rubbed on his pubic bone. Her tits swayed gently and then hung down as she bent forward toward his face and dragged her nipples across his hairy chest. He grabbed one of her huge sacks with both hands and, opening his mouth as wide as he could, he stuffed as much of it as possible inside. He was not biting her but he was certainly sucking pretty vigorously while she was crying out but definitely not in pain! I had earlier suspected that she liked her sex more than a little vigorous and now I was certain. After a while he did the same to the other one and then she sat up once more and continued to rock back and forth on his rod. I don't know whether she spotted my eyelids fluttering or whether it was my indicator going up (which it was) but she gave a little giggle and said, "Welcome back English, why don't you come and stand in front of me there is something I want you to do."

I rose and stood astride the prone Hans bending my knees just a little bit to bring my cock level with Ilse's mouth. I was acutely aware that Hans would be looking right up my legs into my hairy crotch and my dangling balls. I briefly titillated him by dipping just a little lower and pulling my arse cheeks wide apart to allow him an unobstructed view of my brown ring. Ilse laughed out loud and poked me in the belly, "Behave English, I don't want him distracted, now bring your cock to me!"

She took my now very hard member in her hand and began to very gently lick it from top to bottom. It was covered in thick crusty dried cum from our earlier fuck. She was not sucking me to clean my cock but she was only licking me to make it all wet and slippery again. The realisation of what she really wanted hit me in almost the same moment as she took her mouth off my cock and looked me in the eye as she said, "Now English get round behind me and fuck my arsehole!"

I moved round behind her and sank to my knees on the towel as she leant forward and lay supine on Hans' chest. I leaned forward myself and pulled her huge buttocks as wide apart as I could. At the bottom was her dripping snatch with Han's cock buried as deep as it could go. Long strands of silky black hair extended all the way up her arse crack to the top. Underneath the hair I could see her tightly puckered rosebud anus. I buried my face in there and, with my nose right on the pucker, I breathed deeply in and out, inhaling the heady aroma of her fundament. I extended my tongue and, beginning at the very bottom, licked Hans' balls and the exposed part of his cock and then slowly and lovingly licked all the way up her anal crack, slurping slobbering and wetting her as I went. I paid particular to her tight bud flicking the tip of my tongue over it and feeling the incredible smooth soft texture of it. She liked it too, I could tell by the way she gasped as I did it.

The moment of truth arrived, I placed the engorged glans of my member hard against the tight ring. There was no easy way to do this so I just jerked my hips hard and my knobend popped in past her anal sphincter. She cried out just once and bit Hans on the shoulder and then she relaxed as I slowly entered her. I could feel every millimetre of Hans' cock through the thin wall of skin, which separated his from mine, until I was fully in, my cock encased in her arse channel.

We began to fuck, very very slowly, first he would withdraw just a few inches and sink in again to the hilt and then I would do the same, The feeling was incredibly intense for all three of us and I knew it would not be long before we came. I was right, Hans was the first to go. I felt his legs stiffen next to mine as he drove in just a little more forcefully and then held himself as deep inside her as he could get while the cum flowed out, pouring onto her cervix. Ilse came next, shuddering and whimpering, her arsehole clamping my cock while the spasms of orgasm gripped her body. After that how could I hold out? It was like a mini floodgate opening, the semen just poured from me, pulsing into Ilse, deep in her bowels. I was in a state of total bliss.

DP is incredibly erotic but it is not comfortable, so it was only a matter of minutes before I withdrew from Ilse's arse. I pulled my now semi-flaccid member out. It was all coated with discoloured cum. I marvelled at how the pucker slowly closed up after I was out. I flopped down on the towel beside Hans and just lay there, completely sated. Ilse stood up and, turning her back to me, straddled me. She leaned forward a bit and squatted right down. Then she pulled her cheeks apart with both hands so that I could see her arsehole just pulling a little open. As I watched I could see a few drops of brown stained cum dripping out and I could feel them landing on my belly. I was just raising my head forward to peer at this sight when she suddenly let go with the most tremendous fart! I recoiled, startled, as a wave of aroma washed over me and my belly was spattered with a spray of fine droplets of brown cum. Ilse began to laugh so hard that I thought she was going to split her sides. Every ounce of her body jiggled and shook. She turned round to face me as she laughed and I just hoped and prayed that she didn't lose her balance and fall on me. It was truly awesome.




The Beach



After she finished laughing she grinned at me and squatted down again, this time letting Hans' cum drip on me. "Ach English," she said, "you are so dirty, we will have to clean you!"

So saying she released a solid stream of warm yellow urine, which flowed all over my belly and my chest bathing me, cleaning me. When she had finished she lay down on my chest and kissed me, long and hard and then turned to Hans and said, "Hans I really like this little English, I think maybe we should take him home with us, no?"

And so they did.



The Beach



This is the first time I have tried this, so please be patient with it.

Here I am, sitting at the edge of this wide empty beach, a beach that only a few hours was crowded with thousands of people, but now as the sun gets closer to the horizon there appears to be only a few people left. I know that there are others around as I can see them in the distance, but this part of the beach is filled with only myself and a bag with a beach towel laying next to it. I have no idea who it belongs to, as I have not seen anyone close enough to it to think it was theirs. What I can see is a head bobbing in the distance swimming very slowly to the shore I think it must be a female by the bag, but I have no idea whom. It has been on my mind that maybe someone had forgotten their stuff. As it was getting darker it was also getting cooler. I rummaged around the high water mark and collected enough wood to build a nice fire in the sand. I have still not seen you closely, but I can tell you are getting closer as I can see your arms splashing.

I open my bag to unfold a large blanket that I lay out a few snacks to nibble on as I get ready to watch the sun set. As the sun nears the sea I am drawn to you swimming, you are nearly at the shore. It is with relief in my heart that I know you are ok, as I was worried you may have been in trouble. I can feel myself shivering as the light starts to fade very fast now. As the light from my fire begins to cast shadows I decide that you are about to reach the shore and will be freezing when you get out of the water. With my blanket draped over my shoulders I walk to your stuff and pick up the towel. As I bend down I can almost smell something that reminds me of fields of flowers. I walk towards the water as it laps against the sand on this very calm summers evening. I hope you can see me in the diminishing light. It is with relief that I can see your head only about 20 feet from the shore, “over here” I shout out to let you know I am here if you have not seen me. I see your head bob up to look at me before you change direction towards me. As you get so close that you have to stop swimming I take a few steps into the water to meet you with your towel. As you begin to stand up I hold the towel at arms distance. When you have stood up, only 5 feet away from me, several things happened all at once. I realised that you are a sexy beautiful woman, that your hair is draped over your face and touching your shoulders. It was then that I noticed in the flickering light from my fire that you are topless. At that realisation I dropped your towel into the sea. As soon as it had left my hands I tried to catch it but ended up on my knees staring at you as your towel drifted past me to be washed up on the beach. My eyes are stuck looking at your perfectly formed breasts. You looked to be about 5 foot 5 tall and every inch a woman. Your breasts are large for your size and large areas of color that draw my eyes to your erect nipples surround your nipples.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was staring at you as you begin to shiver. “Well, are you going to kneel there all night or can I borrow your blanket as you have drenched my towel”. You said to me to bring me back to the realisation that I was on my knees in about 12 inches of water. As I stand up to reach towards you with my blanket it is with horror that I feel myself becoming erect very quickly. Even more so as you take a step towards me and your breasts begin to vibrate with your steps through the water. I know there is nothing that I can do to hide my hardness as I have my hands filled with my blanket. As you reach out I watch your breasts as they move with your shivering, I know you must be very cold, as your nipples are very hard.

It is almost with sadness that you grab the blanket and hold it against your sexy body. The vision I was staring at was now taken from my longing eyes. As my eyes move up to your face I can tell straight away that your breasts are not the only part of you that is sexy and beautiful. Your lips are those that you just dream of kissing, and your eyes are so deep that I could have dived right into them. I see your smile at me. “I wondered when you would look at my face” you say with a voice that drive men wild. I can say nothing, but I feel the heat rush through me as I start blushing. I am standing there with a rampant hard cock pressing against my pants, with a crimson shade rushing through my whole body. I have no reply and my feet feel rooted to the floor as you walk past me towards your stuff. As you pass me I can do nothing but stare at you walking up the beach. It is with admiration and longing that I watch your barely covered bottom make a figure of eight movement with your steps.

I suddenly come to my senses and reach to your towel and race to join you be my fire. I can hear you as your shivering overtakes your teeth. I can hear your teeth begin to chatter. I throw some more wood onto the fire to try to build up the heat. After a few moments I can tell you begin to warm up. I can see you drying yourself as well as you can with my blanket as you stand there covered with the glow of the flames. It is not long before you are dry enough to get yourself warm. You are bending down in such a way I am sure you are removing you bikini bottoms. Something that is confirmed as you drop them onto the sand and push them aside with your feet. I can hear you fumbling around in your bag, I figure you are getting your clothes ready to get changed into.

“Oh my god” I hear you almost scream, “somebody has stolen my clothes” As you spin round to look to see if your clothes are anywhere to see the blanket hem catches the edge of the fire. Despite the dampness of the soaked up water it flashes into a flame speeding towards you. Without thinking I grab the blanket and rush into the sea to put out the flames. As I slowly turn around to return to the fire my breath is taken from me as I realise the sight before me is of your naked beautifully formed sexy body. I had forgotten that you were wearing the blanket to cover yourself from my eyes. My eyes are drawn to your smooth shaven pussy, as you stand there I can just see your lips as they stick out slightly from your between your legs.

It is impossible for me to draw my eyes from you as your beauty glows as bright as the fire beside you. As I watch your pussy you slightly move, a movement that suddenly reminds me that I am staring at you. It is with a flush of embarrassment that I raise my eyes to meet yours. It is with surprise that instead of the frown I am expecting I can see your lips curl into a smile. I watch as your face moves as your eyes flow down my body and stops as you see the growing lump sticking out of the front of my pants. I move my hands to cover up my embarrassment you just simply shake your head at me. I slowly remove my hands from your view. “Strip” I hear you say. It is as if I am totally under your control as I reach up to pull off my shirt. As my fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt I can feel myself getting even harder. You watch as I lower the zipper and slide my pants down to the sand. As I step out of them I can feel my cock rubbing against the cotton of my boxers. As I watch you I see your hands gesture to me to remove my boxers. I just grab them and force them over my hard cock and down to the sand. As they pass over my cock it springs up slapping against my tummy. I can hear you take a sharp intake of breath as it steadies itself and ends up pointing directly at you.

We are both standing looking at each other totally naked. As my eyes roam over your body I can feel myself getting harder than I have ever felt before. I can not believe the sight before me, every inch of you is glowing with a sexy aurora. My eyes don’t know where to look as they move from your pussy lips to your soft breasts, your nipples hardening as I watch. I see your hand move to gesture me towards you. I slowly move my legs, with each step my cock sways from side to side. I can see your eyes move as they follow every movement. Knowing you are as turned on, as I am makes the heat within me rush to cover my body with a flush of red.

I stop only 12 inches from you, my cock straight out in front of me straining to close those last few inches. I can almost feel the heat from your body as I watch your nipples close to my chest as we are drawn together. Almost at the same instant your breasts touch my chest, my cock feels the lightest touch of your thighs. Our eyes looking at each other’s as our lips meet. It is with a passion that our tongues pass electricity between us. Both of us are now beyond worrying about being outside on the beach as our arms wrap around us pulling us tightly close. I can feel my cock sliding between your legs to nestle against your hot wet pussy lips. I can feel your clit as it rubs along my length.

Without a word passing between us we gently lower ourselves to the sand. As we lay there you can feel my hands exploring your body as they move slowly down to your now throbbing clit. Your hips are grinding against me as my fingers rub your clit as my cock teases your pussy lips by spreading them slightly. I can feel your juices as they are spread along my eager cock. My fingers move around your clit as they move to your pussy lips, as they enter you I can feel you bite down onto my lips. As your juices run over my fingers I slide the tip of my cock into you. You freeze as you realise that we are going to be making love within minutes.

As you slowly move your hips you can feel me entering you deeper and deeper. I know that it would not take much for me to be thrusting into you. It is almost as if you can tell what I am about to do as you pull off of me. You push me onto my back so my cock is pointing up to the stars. My eyes follow you as you sit on top of me, your breasts swaying with your every movement. I watch as you lower your self onto my waiting cock. Inch by inch I am entering you. You are in total control as your breathing stops as your pussy starts to pull me deeper into you. Your juices glistening in the light of the fire as they slide all over my cock.

I reach up to hold your breasts as my fingers twirl around your hard nipples. I can feel your heart beating almost as if it were a base drum. As I am rubbing your nipples you lower your self completely onto me and I can feel your muscles gripping me like a clamp. Even in the chill of the night I can see a sheen of moisture forming over your body as I feel your hips moving against me. You are rocking against my thighs with your pussy pulling at my cock throbbing inside you. I can feel my juices building up inside. My hands move down your body to meet with a moan as they press onto your engorged clit and pussy. I start rubbing hard as your thrusting speeds up. I pinch at your clit to hear you yelp. As I move my hand away you thrust your own hands to mind to keep it over you. “Don’t stop” you whisper as your hips begin to move harder and faster.

I listen to your voice as you begin to make grunting noises with every movement. I know it will not be long before I am exploding inside you with such passion. I can feel as well as see your body start to shake all over. Your breasts getting closer to my mouth as you lean towards me. I dart my tongue out to lick at your nipples. As you get closer my teeth close around a nipple and lightly nibble against it. As your body sways my teeth grip against you, stretching your nipple as your breasts swing.

Suddenly I can feel that my cum is speeding up my cock to burst forth deep inside you. Almost as soon as you feel the first stream shoot into you I can feel your orgasm take over your whole body. You almost collapse onto me but you hips are grinding against me with your muscles inside you milking every drop from me. I know that I want to keep pumping into you as I can feel you orgasm around me. As your body begins to return to normal I can hear almost every drop of your juices as the cover the two of us. We lay there holding each other, not moving as my cock is kept inside you by your muscles pulling at me, it is almost as if you are trying to pull me deeper inside you.

We lay there for what feels like hours before we notice that we are surrounded by total darkness, the fire has burnt itself out, but our bodies are so close that our body heat is more than the fire ever had. I can feel you moving as you roll off of me, my cock sliding out of you. It is with a sadness that I think to myself that the pleasure has now passed. My eyes feast themselves upon your body as your beauty glows. I have never seen a sight so beautiful or as sexy as your naked body, your hair disheveled adding to the beauty. Your eyes closing drawing me closer. You smile and sigh as you feel my light kisses against your eyelids.

After a few moments of snuggling with each other i feel your body moving as if you are going to be leaving me. “Don’t go” I beg, but I feel you leave my side. I watch as you move towards your bag, tears welling up in my eyes. I follow every movement as your breasts swelling hang down as you reach into your bag. I can’t tell what you are doing but you stand up and move towards me. As you close the space between us I can see that you have an instant camera in your hands. “Smile” you say as there is a flash of blinding light, quickly followed by another. As my sight returns I find I am looking right up your legs as stand over me. The sight of your wet enlarged pussy so close to me makes my cock jump to attention, almost harder than before. But I see another flash of light. I can hear as you lay down more than I can see as the light has sent my vision into oblivion for a few moments.

As my sight returns I am in awe at the sight before me, the camera is by my side as you are laying there, your legs slightly parted, enough for me to see that your as wet as you were ever before. I pick up the camera and take a picture of you. As I stand you run your fingers along your pussy and soak them in the juices that I am sure will never end. Another flash as I take in the vision before me. You move your hands up your body, every movement followed by the camera as I take picture after picture. As you place your wet fingers in your mouth I press the button to find that the last picture has been taken.

With a single movement I am kneeling down between your legs. I lean towards your body laying there like a goddess before me. My hands begin to massage your breasts as I lower my face towards the opening rose below. My tongue brings a gasp as I run it over your clit to your pussy lips. I can taste your juices mixed with my own as I feel your legs wrap around my head. I begin pushing my tongue deeper into you as my teeth grind against your hard clit. With every movement I can feel you getting even wetter. I know that I have never tasted anything sweeter than that I am tasting within your sweet hot pussy. You can feel my hands pinching and pulling at your nipples as my teeth are nibbling on your clit. Your legs tighten round my head forcing me tight against you as your orgasm wells up within you. I can feel your juices almost flowing out of you as I am drinking every drop out of you.

It is as if time has stood still as I feel my mouth against your pussy, your orgasm filling you with such a passion, your hips thrusting against me, me head held tightly against you by your legs. I know that there will never be anything in my life to come close to this ecstatic feeling. Your legs hold me there as I drink your nectar as you slowly reclaim your body from the raptures of your passion. Too soon for my liking your legs open up to release me from their grip. You push me away as you roll over. It is with sadness that i see you pick up some of your pictures and return them to your bag. You reach into your bag and take out a dress!!! You laugh at my surprise as you throw it over your head to cover the most beautiful sight from my eyes. You blow me a kiss as you turn and walk off into the distance. I am left there, totally speechless, watching the space so empty with out you. As I look around me I can see the pictures I took of you laid around me. It is with such joy that I look at the most beautiful pictures ever taken of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I know that no matter how old I live to be I will never see such beauty again other than in the pictures I know I will hold against my heart till the day I die.



The Beach



We arrive at the car park, which is a reasonable walk to our objective. It feels so good to have the warmth of the sun on us, and also to know that the sun will soon be warming all of your body, every inch of it.

I have spent the journey looking at you sitting next to me in the car. You are wearing a tee shirt with your bikini underneath. Calling it a bikini is probably an insult to manufacturers of those garments. String is more precise! Around your breasts, with two small triangles of white material that just about cover your nipples. String that disappears in the crack of your bottom, and barely covers your vagina. It took us a long time to find this bikini, I remember your look of excitement as you came out of the changing rooms to show me, and everyone else in the shop, the effect it had on you.

When we got home that night I showed you the effect it had on me. Especially after we had carefully removed each other's pubic hair to reveal ourselves totally. You had bought me a g-string too, which struggles to contain my penis, especially when I look at you

Our things for the day, towels, rugs to sit on, picnic and wine are in the boot of the car. I watch, smiling broadly, as you lean over (far too much) to get the bags out, showing your nearly nude bottom. Other beach goers are noticing you. I am proud to be with you.

Closing up the car, we move onto the path that heads towards the beach. As you walk, the movement of your body makes your tee shirt ride up, so that your ass spends most of it's time exposed, not helped by your decision to kick off your sandals, necessitating a complete bending over incident. And talking about incidents, if you keep on doing this, I will be needing to wash out my g-string as soon as I get to the beach! My cock feels free and is semi erect as I walk along, a site that is not wasted on you, and is probably making you even more playful!

We have chosen this beach, because it is nude, of course, and is also not generally frequented by families. The longer walk is worth the effort. It's a glorious day, a clear blue sky blends perfectly with the heat haze from the sea in our distance. You playful eyes tell me that you are looking forward to today.

Suddenly you stop, I ask you if anything is up. "Oh no lover" you reply, and pull your tee shirt over your head. As you do so, the edge of your nipples are revealed as the all too inadequate material of your bikini is stretched to the limit. You hand me your tee shirt, and without bothering to adjust the bikini straps we carry on. The looks you are getting are a sight to behold as you walk, proudly showing your beautiful body to anyone who wants to look at you. I am so happy to be the man who has you.

Soon enough we reach our destination, the beautiful white sandy beach is almost blinding on such a sunny day, but it is so pleasing to our eyes that they quickly adapt. Talking about pleasing, we start to see the naked bodies around us, looking at us as we look at them. We look for a place to put our towels, that will be seen by as many people as we can. There it is, the perfect spot!

We walk over to our chosen area, I am so proud to see how many men (and some women) are looking at your gorgeous body. I am looking forward to what I know is about to happen. You throw your bag down, and quickly find your towel to lay it on the ground. Unlike many people, who then get undressed while they are sitting on the ground, you then stand up again, and facing the people, not the sea, you start to unhook your bra strap. Your breasts fall free, I see your nipples are already erect.

You then lean over to place the bag in your bag, it is clear that you do not intend to let clothes interfere with your body today. The you stand back up again, topless, showing everyone your magnificent breasts. I am resting on my elbows on our towel, watching you. Your eyes fix on me as you slowly and very deliberately hook your thumbs into your g-string panties and move them down, gradually bringing more of your smooth mound into my view, and everyone else's too...

To add to the excitement, you turn round and carry on pushing your panties down, the more you bend over, the more of your ass is exposed, until you are nearly bent double, and we can all see your puckered anus and your moist smooth shaven pussy lips pouting at us, wanting me to open them and fill them, both of them. As you kick your panties off, you even open your legs wider so we can see more. You look at me between your legs with a huge grin on your face. Especially as you see my penis twitching to get out of my g-string. You're a temptress!

You turn round to look at me and our audience, completely nude. I almost think I hear applause, and I am not at all surprised.

You flop down on the rug beside me and kiss me openly. "Your turn now lover" you coo. I stand up, with my hardening penis clearly stretching the material of my g-string. To make matters worse (or better), you face me and open your legs wide, so I can see right up to your swollen pussy lips. I can see they are wet, and the casual rubbing of your fingers through them, shows me how turned on you are.

I look at you and start to ease my g-string off my cock. By now, I am hard and I have to hold my penis to persuade the material to part with my manhood. I keep one hand on my cock and slowly masturbate as you watch me, the other hand pushing my g-string down to my feet. I notice people around us pointing to me as they see that my penis is erect and that I too am completely shaved, the smoothness of my skin around my cock juxtaposing with my generally hairy body.

I smile at you as we watch each other touching ourselves. I move to sit down next to you. "Like it?" I ask you.

"I want it" you reply.

But not yet, as I tell you that you must have full sun protection as I lean over to get the oil from our bag. "Mmmmm" is all I hear in reply, as I ask that you turn over for me to do your back.

I take a minute to sink in the luxury of looking at your bare body, your back and your rounded bottom. I see that you have lain with your feet apart. You know that I must ensure that you are fully protected.....

I kneel alongside you, my erect penis standing before me, as I apply copious amounts of oil to my hand, transferring it to your back. I rub it lovingly into your upper and lower back, your skin soon becoming oiled and glistening in the sun, the oil mixing with your natural perspiration in the warm heat of the sun. I get a load more oil on my hand as I move down to your bottom.

I lather the oil into your buttocks, then move behind you so that I can concentrate on making sure you are fully oiled, placing one hand on each buttock. As I rub the oil into you, I ease your cheeks apart to expose your anus and the crack of your ass. I gradually move my hands nearer to your bottom crack and then start to run my finger up and down your bottom. You respond by opening your legs even wider to me and raising your stomach to open yourself to me every further. I get even more oil and then rub my fingers around the rim of your anus. You moan as I do this, and you push into me as I push my index finger into you. From my vantage point I can clearly see my finger being swallowed by your anus as I insert it deeper and deeper into you, until only my knuckle is showing.

"More?" I ask you.

"Oh God yes" is all you can reply as I part your bottom more to allow another of my fingers to invade your anus. I start to finger fuck your ass, long movements deep into you. I withdraw and lay forward, pushing my penis against you. You are so wet and open that your anus takes my cock easily. I pause as I allow you to get used to my cock, but soon enough you are relaxing. and I lay on top of your back, by so doing fully penetrating your anus. We move together, your body meeting my downward thrusts. I see you move your fingers to your pussy so that you can masturbate as we fuck.

Your movements tell me that you are cumming, so I increase my pumping of your anus. We cum together, my sperm deep inside your bowels. We flop down and lay still, satiated, but not for long...



The Beach



It was the first really warm and sunny day of the summer and perfect for an excursion to the beach. Cloe packed a lunch and told Mark they were going for a picnic. She drove, but not to their usual place.

“Where are you going?” he inquired.

“You’ll see” was the evasive response.

They arrived and set out on a long path through the dunes until it broke onto a scenic expanse of sand and sea, blue sky and warm sun, a light breeze and calm waters. They set up camp and enjoyed their meal.

Cloe stripped off her summer shirt and shorts to reveal a bikini underneath and made preparations to lay out in the sun.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she said.

“What do you mean?” Mark answered.

“Take off your clothes” she said bluntly.

“But I don’t have a suit” he said.

“I know,” she smiled, “that’s why we came to a nude beach.”

Seeing he had little choice but to comply he stripped off his shirt and leaned back to remove his shorts as well.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said suddenly, “stand up and take them off. Move in front of me so I can see you against the ocean in the background and bend over so I can get a good look at your ass.”

He did as instructed and felt himself getting erect under her gaze. Somewhat awkwardly he knelt down and crawled to lay face down on the blanket.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.

“What should I be doing?” he said, again answering her with a question.

“Well first you should be rolling over so everyone can see your cock and second you should be more responsive to my commands.”

He rolled over and immediately felt the warm sun on his scrotum and the breeze across his cock. His cock sprang up like a tree sapling on steroids. He remained hard for several minutes and draped an arm over his head to shield himself from passersby.

When he was again flaccid Cloe said, “let’s go in the water. Help me up.”

He jumped up and reached a hand down to assist her.

Ignoring his hand she reached passed it and grabbed his cock instead. She pulled once to move into a sitting position and again to climb onto her feet. As they walked across the beach she started pinching his ass, causing him to swell again. He jogged for the water hoping to hide his obvious state of arousal, which was bouncing and swaying as he ran; he then dove headlong into the cool water - his white ass surfacing a few yards from shore.

It felt sensational to be naked in the water and he remained semi-hard while they frolicked and swam, fondling each other under the cover of the water. Cloe stroked his erection to fullness and said, “that was naughty of you to run into the water. Let’s go back onto the beach and this time you’re to walk slowly. Understand?”

She tugged forcefully on his cock as she said this last word and continued leading him firmly in hand.

He hesitated as they got closer to shore and inquired if she planned on releasing his member. 

“When I’m good and ready” she replied sternly. And she held him like that until the water was only at his knees. Anyone in the vicinity could easily have seen her dragging him by the cock towards the beach.

The walk to the towels was excruciating for him. His erection was on complete display, his balls hung down despite his time in the water, and Cloe had wrapped her arm around his waist and had a hand on his buttock, stoking his cheek as they went.

After they lay down, he face up of course, Cloe sat up and removed her top. Her breasts swung free and she began applying baby oil all over her body. Mark watched them jiggle and sway, and press against her legs as she oiled her calves. She lay on her back and then squirted the oil directly on her breasts.

Her nipples were as large as he had ever seen them and his cock ached desperately. A large drop appeared at its tip and he felt like it was a lighthouse beacon that could be seen for miles around. This was, without a doubt, her intent to begin with.

His hard-on subsided and his cock lay across him, but his low hanging balls were now well oiled with his own juices, which had been trickling out of him in a continuous stream. Cloe felt it was time for the grand finale.

She spun around so that her feet faced Mark’s head, lifted up her buttocks, and slipped off her bikini bottom. Mark was stunned and sat up instantly, gazing directly at her fully exposed cunt. She parted her legs further allowing him to see the inner folds of her womanhood. The tip of her clitoral hood glistened in the sunlight revealing the level of her excitement.

This was too much for him to take and he absentmindedly stroked his once again upright cock. Cloe rolled onto her stomach, but kept an arm underneath her so that she could rub her cunt. She splayed her legs even wider and held her lips open for Mark to see. She watched him as he watched her.

She knew that he thought he was being discreet, but anyone who looked could see him jerking-off while looking at her. Moreover they couldn’t see her. They were both masturbating, but she was the one being discreet. He was doing it in full public view.

Hence her orgasm came on quickly and she throatily whispered that he should come too. For once this afternoon there was no hesitation on his part. He shot gobs of semen into the sand much to the amusement of his wife, but also for the nearby onlookers.



The Beach



It was a hot spring day. The air conditioner at work was not working properly and offered little relief. It was one of those days that made you sticky all day, a day where clothes cling to bodies like saran wrap. Chelsea looked at the clock. She had an hour before her lunch break. The office was miserable. There wasn’t a lot of work to be done so she decided to take the rest of the day off.

Chelsea drove to her townhouse and stripped off her clothes the minute she got through the door. Her body glistened with perspiration. The cool air made her get gooseflesh and her nipples hardened. She had decided to head to the beach for the afternoon. First she had to take a shower. Then she would pack her beach bag, get dressed and get on the road.

As soon as she got on the freeway, Chelsea decided against using the air conditioner in her car. She needed fresh air, and the coastal breeze was cool. After she put down the top on her convertible, she pulled back onto the freeway. 

There wasn’t much traffic at this time of day. She turned up the stereo and relaxed in the driver’s seat. It didn’t take long before the effects of the sun; breeze and good music hit Chelsea. 

The thin halter top and wrap around skirt caressed her skin. She reached down between her legs and her fingers found her smooth mound. She just teased it, savoring the excitement of arousal. 

Just as she had rubbed the hard nodule between her folds, sending currents coursing through her body, an 18-wheeler passed her. The driver honked his horn and gave her the thumbs up sign. Chelsea just smiled. 

The exhibitionist in her did not mind the stranger’s intrusion, not one bit. In fact, it made her even more exited and anxious to get to the beach and find a secluded area.

Chelsea pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The wind whipped through her long mane and danced across her torso. Though the sun was warm, she finally began to feel relief from the stifling heat. “It won’t be much longer,” she thought. 

In less than a half hour, she exited the freeway and made her way to the parking lot at the beach. It was practically empty and finding a spot was not difficult. She raised the top on her car, grabbed her beach bag, locked her car and set the alarm.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to find a nice secluded spot,” Chelsea thought. She walked down the shoreline, the waves rushing up to cool her feet. Humming to herself, she walked until she came to a spot just past some rocks. There wasn’t another soul in sight. She opened her bag, pulled out a beach blanket and spread it out. 

She untied the halter top she wore letting it casually fall from her breasts. The halter was then replaced by a bikini top, which accentuated Chelsea’s full, round, firm breasts. Next, Chelsea untied the wrap around skirt and bent over to grab her bikini bottom from her bag as the skirt cascaded to the ground. The breeze blew between her legs blowing gently on her rear end and into her soft, moist folds. 

Chelsea finished unpacking her bag then settled into the spot she’d found on the beach. She rubbed tanning oil everywhere she could reach then laid back to sunbathe. 

She turned on the radio and opened a bottle of cold water. She also set the timer she brought with her to avoid burning. When it rang, she would turn over. Smiling to herself she thought, “It’s kind of like basting a turkey!” 

Soon, Chelsea started getting drowsy. The sun and the cool breeze could do that to a relaxed person. Her eyelids started getting heavy so she decided to take a swim to wake herself up. 

Chelsea was a graceful swimmer; she swam out several hundred yards then let the waves bring her back toward the shore. She did not notice the man standing just beyond the rocks and the spot she had staked out for herself.

He stood there watching her, as her arms sliced through the water and then her breasts bobbing along the top of the water as she floated back to shore. She rubbed her wet skin, wiping the water from it, as she walked out of the water and back up on the beach. 

She glanced around, and saw no one. She took her wet bikini off and wrung it out then spread it out on a nearby bush. Unaware of her audience, Chelsea smoothed more oil on her body and lay down on her blanket again. 

Still aroused, she lazily traced her body lightly with her fingers. She flicked her taut nipples with a finger she had moistened in her mouth. Using both her hands, she explored her own body. As she did, she breathed faster and more shallowly. She took her time, savoring the exquisite sensations caused by her surroundings as well as her hands. 

Chelsea began to moan. She didn’t even think about someone hearing her. Her moans became louder and higher pitched as she worked herself into frenzy as she used one hand to spread her lips and the other to rub her clitoris in circles. Her finger increased in speed and applied more pressure as she came closer and closer to an orgasm. 

Beyond the rocks, the man watched Chelsea with awe. She was a beautiful sight. Her tan skin glistened in the sunlight. Beads of perspiration bejeweled her forehead. Full lips lay under a straight nose. Her long hair fanned out around her head on the ground. 

Between her full, round, firm breasts and her smooth mound, a flat, hard stomach heaved with each breath. Her arms danced along side of her as her hands worked their magic. Long, lean legs flexed as her feet dug into the sand. The man could not resist, he crept towards her quietly so as not to disturb her. 

Before he reached her, she cried out with joy as her back arched and her pussy spit out its juices. Almost as quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and started to doze. The sun warmed her backside and she spread her legs slightly to ensure an even tan.

Chelsea had no idea of how long she lay there. It didn’t seem like very long and almost suddenly, she could feel the sun being blocked. She paid no mind to this, the clouds would block out the sun quite frequently during the day. 

Her arms were stretched out, palms down. She spread her legs even farther apart. The man could clearly see her shaved pussy and the wetness still covering it. He was close enough to smell her had the brine not diluted her scent. He had the overpowering urge to touch her, taste her...he kneeled down between her feet and walked on his knees to get between her legs. Chelsea did not move, except the air in her lungs raising her torso slightly off the ground.

The man hesitated only a moment. He was already naked just as she was. His swimming trunks lay in a heap just beyond the edge of her blanket. He reached out his hand slowly, not wanting to startle her. He ran a finger, ever so lightly, up the inside of her thigh. 

He saw her butt wriggle its approval. As he got closer to her mound, she unconsciously raised her hips. He traced the folds of her pussy with his finger then dipped it into her well. It was hot and wet. He could feel the walls of her vagina clamp down on his finger. Chelsea softly moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her hole. 

It was as wet as a tongue when he pulled it out and started massaging her clit. Chelsea raised her ass even higher into the air. The stranger’s member was standing at attention. His need was demanding as he continued to work Chelsea’s hard little nodule. 

Tingling strands of fire struck deep within her as a quiet moan of pleasure escaped her lips, the first sign of acknowledgement. She felt his hands move over her back. He could feel the movement of her firm muscles. His hands moved down her back. He pushed her forward slightly and spread her cheeks to fully expose her anxious, moist opening, and then he bent down to taste her warm salt. Chelsea gasped as his tongue reached forward and found her erect clit peeking out from behind her folds. She pulled her knees under her and raised her ass up in the air. 

He prodded and nuzzled after she moved to give him easier access, then he dipped deep into her well, tasting and exploring her depths. Chelsea was hardly aware of anything except the hot pulses of sensations coursing through her. Chelsea wasn’t sure if her excitement was heightened by the location or the uncertainty of the man who fondled and licked her so expertly. Every spot he kissed or touched burned like fire. She burned down deep to that ultimate spot that tingled with desire. 

Only he could hear her breath coming faster and the cries of pleasure she was making. He straightened up behind her, moved in closer and slowly entered her hungry man-eater. As he did, she rocked back, pushing him in until she had his full length buried deep inside her. A cry of pleasure escaped his lips at her unbelievably warm welcome. 

He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled back slightly. He reached around with one hand and found her swollen node of pleasure and stroked it as she shoved back onto him, again taking in his full length. 

When he sensed she was close to her climax, he began stroking her harder and faster. She rocked back and forth on his rock hard member. He steadied her with his free hand and pulled back again. Then he plunged back into her and pulled back. 

Not wanting this sensational experience to end too soon, he pulled completely out and turned Chelsea over. She could not easily see his face in the shadow of the sun directly behind him. He bent over and took her breasts into his hands. As he felt the warm fullness of her large, round, firm breasts, he grazed a nipple with his tongue. Then he took it into his mouth and pulled it. He suckled each nipple until he felt her hips buck beneath him, signaling her impatience to have him inside her once again. 

Chelsea felt the soft skin of the tip of his cock tickle her thigh. She started to reach down, wanting to force him to enter her, but he grabbed her wrists and held them in his hands. A short-lived wave of panic washed over Chelsea when she was pinned to the ground. 

She could finally see his face. He was gorgeous. His eyes were such a deep brown; she could barely see his pupils. He had strong facial features and a wide, sexy smile. She was too excited to really be picky about the man’s looks but she was even more turned on now that she saw him. 

He let go of her wrists and backed down between her legs, tonguing her once again. He loved the taste of her. He pulled her clit into his mouth sucking it hard. He could see her breasts heaving with each breath she took. Her fingers found their way into his hair, and she pulled his head even closer. He slowly pushed his forefinger into her quivering pussy.

Chelsea felt her head spinning and a familiar eruption building up deep within her. Her legs began shaking as she tried to catch her breath. The man got on his knees and guided the head of his penis to the entrance to her womanhood. Her hips rose to meet him and her hands reached out for him. 

Again he grabbed her wrists and held her down. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him farther into her, her pussy swallowing him whole. He penetrated her fully and felt his own climax nearly found its peak. He plunged in and then pulled back once more. He sensed her readiness and began to stroke her harder and faster. 

Her hips met each his every stroke as he penetrated her fully. The sight of her was more than any man could bear. Her breasts danced about to the beat of his intrusive cock. Her tongue wet her full, luscious lips. Her fingers dug into the sand beneath the blanket, and he could see the lean muscles in her arms flex. Her flat, toned stomach seemed to know with the excitement of his touch. The hips topping her chiseled legs framed the soft area above her slit. She was clean and he could not recall seeing such a smooth pussy on a female since grade school. 

The sensation of her soft, smooth skin caressing his straining dick and his nut sack was unbelievable. Just looking at this gorgeous woman sent blood rushing to his tool, making it even harder than thought possible.

She was beautiful, lying naked on the beach before him. She was the nearest thing to heaven he’d ever seen. The response he received from her hot, willing body was more than he could have asked for. 

Chelsea was way too aroused to take a similar inventory of him though the man kneeling between her legs was very easy on the eyes and knew his way around a woman’s body. 

Chelsea didn’t hear her own breath coming faster and faster, or the moans erupting from her but he did. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her buttocks, lifting her off the ground and opening her up so he could delve to the very depths of her. 

He felt the head of his dick hit the back wall of her vagina, her cervix consume the tip. She grabbed each breast in a hand and massaged them in time with the rhythm of his penetration. She took in every bit of his hardness, the lips of her pussy reaching out for his balls. 

He felt her wonder walls quiver and spasm as her pussy got wetter and hotter. He pushed in and pulled out of her fully, as her hunger enveloped him. 

Chelsea could feel him growing inside her. His cock touching places never touched before. Her mind was reeling from the electric shocks coursing through her body.

She felt she would soon explode. Not a single word had been exchanged between the two. He looked at her, visibly aroused, and felt her body reacting to the elements and his touch. 

She had to close her eyes as the climax erupted from her...it started deep in her lower abdomen and quickly spread to her squirming pussy and then the rest of her body. She screamed out, “fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me now!” as she came. 

He could not believe how her pussy clamped down on him as it showered him with her juices. Barely able to move inside her, he forced his way as deep as he could go as he felt his hot fluid push at the opening on the head of his throbbing cock. As he buried himself deep inside her, his come mixed with hers. 

The bodies first tightening then relaxing once spent. He collapsed on top of Chelsea and he kissed her full mouth, his tongue flitting in and out of her slightly parted lips. She could taste herself on him. When he pulled back to look at her, she was smiling and he smiled in return. Then he pulled himself completely off of her, stood up and looked around. 

Silently, he walked over to the spot where he’d dispensed of his trunks and picked them up. Casually, he put them on and started to walk away. Chelsea continued to lay there totally astonished with what had just happened to her. Blissfully she rolled to her side, grabbed her bikini and sat up. As she dressed, she watched the man walk away from her. 

She felt the stir of longing as she witnessed each step he took. Fighting the urge to call out to him and break the silence they had shared, Chelsea ran to the water and waded out until she could immerse herself. She swam for a while then walked out of the water. 

She picked up a few seashells from the beach as she walked back to her blanket. She could still feel her legs quivering and her heart beating in her pussy. 

When she got to the blanket, she noticed a piece of paper as she sat down next to her bag. There was a note on it, which read, “Thanks for a spectacular time. You are the most beautiful woman I have had the pleasure of knowing intimately. I don’t know if the incredible experience could be duplicated but it would be interesting to try, don’t you think? My phone number is 555-0807, give me a call if you care to take the chance.” 

He signed it simply with a smiley face. She grinned and packed up her beach bag. Her cell phone was in her car. She was definitely ready for more unbelievable sensations coursing throughout her body and she ran all the way back to the parking lot. 

Breathless, she reached her destination. As she unlocked her doors, she looked up and saw the man a few rows down watching her. She smiled and picked up her phone. Chelsea held it up so he could see and he smiled as he walked towards her.



The Beach



Please feel free to contact me about my story. And don't forget to vote on it. I hope you enjoy reading what i enjoyed writing... thanks Jane.

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I woke this morning in a very strange mood... I think it must be the changing of the moon. I want to be alone. Totally alone. I need to think. So I send my husband fishing... and I take my son to my mother. As I drop him off I tell her not to worry if I don't contact her today. The pressure of work is over for the summer months. School is over until August and I am free to concentrate on myself. So I decided that it was just that! Time for me. 

I put my new bathing suit on and head to the beach. I am in the mood for the sun and surf. The crashing of the waves I know will sooth me as I plan on what to do with my life. I have made many changes already but I am contemplating more. I am not happy.

As I drive I am looking. I don't know what exactly I am looking for but I know I will know it when I see it. The beach is endless. So silent at times and others so loud you cannot think. 

Suddenly my eyes catch a glimpse of empty beach...How unusual.. no one at this section. The day is slightly over cast and a slight breeze but not enough to keep people away. I wonder why this part is empty? 

The tide is out. A huge section of beach by the rocks and dunes... Oh it is so beautiful. Just what I am looking for. I park the car and grab my bag and take off to the shoreline. I drop my stuff next to stones that have been washed clean. The beach is not the beautiful sand of Daytona or St. Augustine but a more natural sand. I walk the shoreline thinking and enjoying the solitude.

I walk back to my bag and lie out the blanket. I lower myself down and close my eyes. The heat of the day washes over me and the sound of the waves slide around me. I must have drifted off because a noise has startled me awake...

I suddenly hear a voice... a deep voice say.. 

"Mind if I join you?" 

The voice vibrates through me... so deep and so sure of yourself. My body betrays me and quivers with the vibration. It touches something deep in me....I am afraid to open my eyes. Maybe he will go away if I say nothing.... I hear a slight chuckle. Shit, he must have known I was faking. I hear a flap of a blanket and then the rustle of clothes being removed. 

Oh God, he sounds close but I lay there as still as I can...trying to control my breathing which had quickened. 

"My name is David. What is yours?" 

Well I guess I didn't fool him after all. 

"Jane" I answer. 

"From around here?" you ask. 

"Close... about an hour" I say. 

I open one eye and try to peek but all I see is sun. Dam, I wish I could see if the face fits the voice. Deep, sexy, soft.... oh my... I must be needier than I thought if I am letting a voice rule my emotions. I begin to relax and drift again.. The sun is so warm.... 

Suddenly...

"Your burning Jane. Would you like me to put some sunscreen on you?" 

I cannot breath to answer you. My brain is not functioning quite right. Again that soft sexy laugh. 

I smell the coconut before it hits my body. Oh the smell is one I remember. Memories slam me. Childhood memories, fun times, and exciting times, before marriage, before college. The end of my high school years. I smile.

"What?" 

"Nothing just remembering another time in my life"

"Tell me" you say. 

"It's nothing really, I was just remembering my younger years."

"Well Jane, your not that old now"

"You'd be surprised" I say. 

Your hands hit my shoulders with the sunscreen and oh god! The sensations are running though me. What is it about your touch? Your voice? You? Who ever you are, it is obvious to us both that there is a chemistry. I turn my head and try to look at you again. You are in my line of view but I cannot see your face. My shoulders are being massaged and it feels so good. I moan..... 

"like that Jane?" you ask. 

"hmmmmm, yes I do" is my reply. 

As if you didn't know. 

Suddenly the straps of my suit are being slid down. I startle...lifting my self up I start to reach for them....

"Don't Jane. it's ok!" you say so softly and strong. 

You continue to remove them and I allow it. I am nervous about it... But I can always fix them if I want I say to myself.. I am an adult, in control of my emotions...I slide my arms out of the straps, holding the front in place. Down my arms you slide those hands. Strong hands... long fingers (oh the places those fingers could reach).

Oh dear god help me... I am thinking such naughty thoughts. Your hands spread the lotion down to the small of my back and go just in inside my suit. As you bring your hands up they slide to my sides... your fingers touch the sides of my breasts... I hear your intake of air... it matches mine. I don't say a word... your hands continue to massage my back to my sides... fingers just glazing my breasts getting bolder and closer to the nipple with each stroke. 

"So Jane.. are you married?" 

Reality slams me in the face and I reach for the straps of my suit... your hand stops me... 

"It's just a question Jane, no big deal...just wondering why you are alone on this strip of beach and so sad." 

"What makes you think I am sad?" I ask. 

"Just an observation. It's ok, I won't ask questions that hurt you. Tell me when your ready." 

For some reason I trust you. I relax my body and you continue to rub the lotion on my body. You touch my calves and I begin to want you to go higher... When you touch the back of my thighs it excites me and I begin to talk to cover my embarrassment. 

"Yes, yes I am married... 24 years. Are you?" 

“I have a woman in my life yes" is your reply. 

Your hands move to my inner thigh and your fingers come so close to my ass and pussy so that another moan escapes my lips... I bite them... hoping you didn't hear me over the crashing of the waves. No such luck. Your thumbs again slide close and my body moved with it. 

Oh that soft chuckle. You know I am being excited and you are purposely doing it to see how far I will go. Your hands move away and have this feeling of abandonment. You tell me to flip over so you can do the front... I do it even though I can reach it all myself. I don't want the touching to end. An internal power struggle is happening to me. I know where this is going and I have to decide now if I want it or not. 

Decision made, I flip. I get to finally see what you look like. 

Strong, firm, mature and so sure of yourself. I watch as you squirt some lotion on my chest and shoulders... you rub into my neck and shoulders and down my arms...back up my arms and across the tops of my breasts. My nervous intake of my breath raises them up and I say absolutely nothing when you begin to slide the top down. My white breasts are exposed and you smile. Oh it is a beautiful smile. 

"You have such beautiful breasts. Are you OK? What me to stop?" 

Considerate and gorgeous. Oh My! 

"No David, no I don't want you to stop." 

“ What do you want Jane?” 

I am silent. What do I want? 

“I want you to continue doing what you are doing.” I finally say. 

Your hands become bolder. More sure of your actions. My nipples get hard when your fingers get closer to them. I begin to move with you. 

“Are you sure Jane?” 

“Yes David. I am very sure.” 

Your hand reaches to remove the rest of my suit. I lift my hips to help. 

“Very nice, very very nice!” you say when you see my shaved pussy. 

I reach for your suit but your hands stop me. 

“Hmm, not yet baby” 

I am disappointed but soon that feeling disappears and turns to excitement when your hands begin to touch me. Your fingers touch everywhere. My lips capture one of your fingers when you take and touch my face and lips. I suck softly and you like that. I know because your breathing alters and your body tenses. You slowly remove your finger and the assault on my senses continue. Your fingers find my hard nipples and oh god you pinch them lightly. 

I whisper “harder David” 

and you smile at that. Your fingers do pinch harder and begin to roll them. My body pulses and jumps. That surprises you that my nipples are that sensitive. 

“You like that Jane?“ you ask. 

“God yes!”

“Will you cum if I continue? I wonder?”

So sure of yourself and of my reactions to you. Your fingers continue rolling my nipples and the orgasm hits me again. Moaning and rotating my hips shows how much I am enjoying your fingers. When the waves slow, your fingers continue to trail down to my pussy. My hips moves and wiggles, wanting to feel those long strong fingers in my body.

Your fingers open my lips and find how my pussy has reacted to your attentions. You slowly rub your finger from my very wet pussy to my clit. It is very hard and exposed for you. Gently that finger rubs around and around on it. I move against you and the friction is building. I am begging now I want you so 

“Please David.. Please” 

You quickly remove your suit and lay between my legs. Almost as if afraid I will change my mind but I won’t. I want you just as much as I have wanted anyone in my life. I lift my legs and wrap them around your waist. Your moan reaches my ears. You slide your cock past my pussy to get it wet and then gently insert the head. I arch my hips up to meet you and you are so very pleased. I know that you want me. I can see that in your eyes. You know I want you. You can feel that in my body. You slide in and I my legs pull you in deep. 

I love the feel of you in me. Almost like we were made for each other. You fit me perfectly. I pull you tighter and you slide all the way in, your balls hitting my ass. My fingers reach for your head and I thread them through your hair. I guide you to my nipple and you take it in your mouth and begin to suck on it. My hips begin to move and you slide in and out of me. Your mouth bites the nipple and I arch up to meet your thrust. You seem to know just what I like and need. 

I feel you start to swell in me and I am so close to climax. You frenzy continues and you go faster and faster. In and out you slide, deeper and deeper, in and out. As I hear your moan of release I open my eyes and see that you are watching me…that is my undoing and I climax. My body arches and I tighten around you and squeeze you tight. I know you feel my climax waves they are pulsing so hard around you. The intensity of the climax scares me. You slide down and hold me, instinctively knowing I need to be held. 

As my body begins to come down from the high, sounds filter in my ears. The waves, the birds, the traffic….OH MY GOD! I am not ashamed of what I have done as much as where. I reach for my suit and you reach for my hand. 

“Don’t baby.. Nothing to be ashamed of…no one is here and you are beautiful” 

How can you know. Know what I am feeling and thinking. 

“ Come with me” 

You help me off the blanket and we walk to the water. The waves hit my body and you hold on to me. Taking me out further the water surrounds me and feels cool around my warm body. I feel so welcomed in your arms. You whisper in my ear 

“You were wonderful Jane.” 

You kiss my neck and I tilt my head feeling so sensual in your embrace. Your fingers are playing with my nipples and I begin to moan. You like that they are so sensitive to your touch. You turn me and take one in your mouth. I pull you closer. Your fingers pinch the other and I am seeing stars. The sensations are marvelous. I want you again. 

But…..

I begin to feel the twinges of remorse. I have just cheated on my husband and all I can think of is I want to make love to you again and wish this day would never end. You must have felt the tension return to my body. As I pull away, you let me go. I wish you wouldn’t. I wish that you would grab me back and hold me. I am almost at the edge of the water when suddenly I am pulled back in your arms. You kiss me until I am senseless. Your mouth is so hard on mine. Your tongue searches and finds mine. Sucking and stroking it to drive me wild. My knees start to buckle. 

“Come with me Jane.” you say to me. 

Again I put my hand in yours and we leave the shoreline. As we head to the blanket. You grab our suits and we keep walking. 

“ Where are we going David?” I ask nervously. 

Walking naked is not my idea of fun out in public. I hang back a little. 

“Trust me’ you say. 

You tug me closer and we head for one of the glorious homes that are at the beach. I look back at my blanket and stuff. 

“It will be fine Jane, no one will touch it. No one allowed on this strip of beach” and then it hits me… why no one was on that beach. Private. 

YIKES! I start to stumbled over an apology but you whisper it is ok. You wanted me to enjoy it. I melt against you and we enter your home. 

“Friend not home?” I ask. 

“No baby, she is out for the day.” 

The air conditioning hits me and I shiver. Thinking I am nervous you wrap your arms around me. I catch glimpses of wicker and ivy as you lead me to the bedroom, your room. 

“No David” I say. “not your bedroom”. 

You look at me and I plead silently. You sense I do not what to disrespect your friend. You turn and head for the guest room. The bed is large and you ask me to lay on my stomach. 

You straddle my ass and begin to massage my neck. To my lower back and you start to kiss my neck. My body begins to react. I love my neck kissed. I move under you and you lean down and ask, 

“Like that do you Jane?” 

“hmmm yes” 

You continue to massage as you kiss and lick my neck. Your hand reach and pinch my nipples and I rise up for you. I love my nipples played with. I feel your cock on my ass and it feels good. Your hands go lower and you slide down to the back of my legs. 

“You have a beautiful ass Jane. Mind if I play with it?” 

I love my ass touched and fucked. My husband will not touch me there so I have to use toys in the privacy of my bedroom. I do so want you in my ass. As you touch and rub the puckered hole it is my undoing. As you slide inside I push back on you and it goes in so deep. Over and over you finger fuck my ass. I am so disappointed to feel it slide out of me. Your chuckle tells me it is not over.

“Just preparing you Jane. I want my cock to slide deep in your ass. I want to feel it close around me and squeeze me tight.“

Your words make me shiver and I feel your weight lifting off me. Your hands lift my hips. Two fingers spread open my pussy. I am so wet that they slide in easy. My own fingers begin to play with my nipples and I am slamming back against your hand. In and out they slide. When they slide from me I cry out. Again you take me to that peak and stop. My frustration grows. I now feel the head of your cock at the entrance. You slowly enter but I don’t want slow… I slam back against you and take you all in. 

“Oh Jane…” you moan. 

Weren’t expecting that were you? 

I don’t want slow anymore. I want it hard! Fast! Deep! You know instinctively what I want and give it to me. Faster and faster you slam, deeper and deeper I accept you. Thrust for thrust. Moan for moan. In and out, in and out, in and out! I feel the pressure in you building. I am so close when suddenly I feel your finger in my ass. I scream out for you and I’m falling, falling into that blackness of climax. It is so intense! 

You flip me over and your cock is at the entrance of my ass. My climax has my body relaxed enough for you to slide the head in so easy. When you feel me beginning to push back on you slide in deep and sure. My ass lifts up to meet your thrusts. We move together so easily. My orgasm building again… you feel the tightness of my ass gripping your cock. Your grunts match mine. You slow to allow my orgasm to subside before you start again. God! I want you deeper. 

You put your hands on my shoulders and thrust fully into my ass. Each thrust brings me closer until I explode around you. I feel you release your cum into me and I ride with you all the way until every drop is in me. Squeezing and pumping. I cannot do any more and I collapse. You fall with me. Still inside me. I pulse and pulse around your cock gripping it tighter and tighter. You feel everyone of them. 

You are whispering something… I cannot hear…. I cannot breathe… all I can do is feel. 

You are touching, rubbing, massaging. Everything I need to help bring me down from the climax high I am in. You gave me so many orgasms that my body is ultra sensitive. You kiss away the tears I don’t even know are falling. 

How long we lay there I don’t know. I am not aware of anything until I feel you move away from me. The sun has moved to the other side of the house. It is very late. I know this and know I have to go. You know I have to go. 

“Shower with me?” you ask. 

I know what you are asking and how it hurts to answer you. Reality is sinking into my soul. I cannot fight it anymore. 

“I cannot! I still have to go get my son.” 

You understand and do offer me the shower, alone, and when I get out you have left my suit and belongings from the beach on the bed. I dress quickly and when you return, you hand me the phone. 

“Call and let them know you are on you way.” 

My eyes fill with tears. I reach for the phone our fingers touch, you reach for me and kiss me with such passion. I am going to hate to leave. As you hold me you whisper, 

“I am leaving. It will be easier if I am not here. Call, then go. I will find you again.” 

And you walk out the door. I close my eyes as the tears fall and I begin dialing.



The Beach



Each footstep sank into the dank boggy ground of the islands peat with a wet squelch, followed by a soft sucking sound as it clung determinedly to the now escaping and retreating boot. The bog would attack again at his next step. It never gave up. 

It neither distinguished between King nor peasant, Viking or Celt, all were the same. Its inexorable pull dragged the toughest and the finest to its depths eventually. Their strength no match for its primordial grasp. There it held them for eternity. Only rarely did it gave back what it had taken, revealing to awed, barely comprehending eyes, the fate of those that had lived, had died, in this forbidding place. Those many forgotten souls the ancient bog had ensnared, had taken to its cold depths, eons before.

To him, she was impossibly young. And, at this moment, this fleeting moment, he possessed her completely. He savoured this time with her as if it were his last meal, allowing his senses to gorge upon her body, fully and without restraint. She was his. 

But his for how long? That jarring thought, that rude, insistent, infuriating thought, was never, ever, going to be far away. It lived with him. And he also knew, no matter how he denied it to himself, the painful answer to that terrible and insistent question.

The small room was filled with heavy darkness and deep shadows. Shapes were tantalisingly revealed, shadows momentarily banished when Moonlight seeped into the darkness. Cold and pale, the light of the night fell through the open window, spreading its ethereal glow over her glistening and naked body, unashamedly exploring her contours with its feeble intensity. The cool light flickered and lay upon her, camouflaging the burning heat of her body. The net curtains of the open windows strove and flapped, but failed to protect her modesty, to deny the Moon's lascivious caresses. 

The very air of the night enthusiastically joined in this orgiastic exploration of her body, sweeping past the prim and protesting curtains as it reached out its cooling fingers and caressed her in its own way. The cool dampness of the air washed over her nakedness, flowing over her skin lightly, teasingly, her reaction to its touch evidenced by a long sensuous shiver as a rash of goose pimples swept over her in a tide.

He drank in the erotic sight below him, her shape and form highlighted and accentuated by the low angle of the weak light, the valleys and hills of her body undulating invitingly beneath him. His fingers traced the contours of her face, lightly drawing over their symmetrical, angular, yet soft, feminine features. Her dark shoulder length hair framed her head on the pillow. He touched her lips, full and gentle. That such beauty could hide deceit and avarice was absurd to him. Her firm breasts, the strength of youth within them, held their shape impossibly, refusing the pull of gravity, almost challenging him. He watched the nipples hardening once again from the cold air, or perhaps from the touch of his fingers as they drew ever nearer to them, he was unsure. Nevertheless, he watched intently as they stiffened, then lowered his lips to them. Abigale felt the warmth of his breath upon her breast as he drew close, and let slip a long sigh.

David trudged on, each step he made was harder than the last and, although he was aware he was tiring, his gaze was steady. Ahead of him the mist was beginning to come in over the Sound of Sleat, arriving as swirling wraiths upon the western shores of the Isle of Skye. Across the Sound, the mountains of the Highlands hunched themselves against the approaching darkness, releasing the last of the day's weak sunlight grudgingly from their snow covered tops. The last dark red glow of sunlight then inevitably vanished from the Earth, escaping its enfolding confines. David watched as the glow left the Earth and became as one with the mist. The glow took ephemeral form and came towards him. David never broke step. The shoreline he was seeking was now close. The ancient peat bogg redoubled its effort to slow his progress, holding each step that fraction longer, draining his strength. It knew, it sensed, the failing resolve, it would always win in the end. 

The hard erect nipple touched his lips. It demanded access to his mouth. How could he refuse? Opening his lips slightly, he lowered them over the hard nub, then help it tightly between them, testing its hardness, but holding back the lash of his rough tongue from its sensitive tip. She arched her back, pushing her breast against his face, eager for him to take her deep within his mouth. But he would not. He felt her wriggle and squirm deliciously underneath him as he moved to her other breast, repeating his gentle torture.

In response, her hand snaked down, traced over his chest, past his stomach, reaching down, finding his hardness. She wrapped her small hand around the erect shaft she found, testing its hardness with a firm pressure. She sighed her delight at the clear evidence of his desire. Grasping him tighter, she attempted to pull him up and towards her, wanting him now inside her. But he resisted, retreated, sliding down and infuriatingly away from her. He heard her moan a deep throaty sound of complaint as he slid away, down, and out of her grasp, his hardness finally slipping reluctantly from her desperately restraining grasp. 

Tracing his tongue down along her skin, from between her breasts, he found the well of her belly button, delving his tongue briefly into it, making her squirm, before continuing his way further down, down to the seat of her desire. Now it was her turn to resist as she tried to pull him up, to stop him. But he would not be denied. 

"No, no…I want you inside of me…" She told him without real conviction, whining plaintively, ineffectually, desperate now to be filled by that hardness she had only just released from her hand.

But he was too strong. Realising at last that he would have his way, that she could not prevent him, she fell back onto the bed, abandoning herself to his exploration of her body with his lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, shuddering slightly as she felt her legs lifted, pushed back and up, as he spread her wide to his hungry gaze, his delicate intentions.   "David, that was brilliant!" His manager told him with a satisfied smile. "This will give you a four figure bonus on your plate at Christmas!" 

David shrugged with apparent modesty. "Thank you, Sir, I try to do my best"

The proffered hearty congratulations, David knew, were only partly aimed at him. He studied the delighted man in front of him as though for the first time. His manager was a large man of substantial girth and personality. The general demeanour of the man, his apparent open bonhomie, coupled with his great size and weight, somehow reinforced an immediate and positive impression upon strangers. People needed to know him for more than a day or two to realise that this was in fact a completely false assumption. He was very clever though, and rarely gave people that much time to discover his true worth. 

In reality, he was nothing more than a snake salesman, serpentine in his unscrupulous dealings, slithering from one crooked deal to the next. His total disregard for the greater well being of his customers became clear only upon further inspection, whereupon the ugly nature of the man was visible beneath the glossy veneer. That is, if you cared to look. Most people did not care to look that carefully. And he relied upon that, that all to human failing. The man's only thought, his only desire, was the pursuit of his own aggrandisement, with the consequent manipulation of those around him, in order to further that very base ambition. 

David despised him. But he despised himself even more for his active collusion through all these years. He castigated himself for embracing those same corrupt ambitions for his own benefit. Was he any different? The empty rationality of his life was laid harshly bare before him. And where had it got him? It had got him nothing more than modest wealth and a broken family. He had been so blind, but now his newfound insight was of little use.

"I tell you, Dave" His manager continued, blissfully unaware of the deep change within David, 

"I will make damn sure you get rewarded for what you have accomplished today, that contract you negotiated will save the bank millions! I can see great things for you here, David, great things!"

He steered David by the shoulders as he showed him from the office, patting him on the back physically and symbolically. "Bigger and better, Dave, bigger and better, you have everything you need for the Mugabe file?"

"Yes, Sir, I have" David told him, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the bitter bile he now felt within. 

His manager though, still consumed with glee over his own increased bonus through David's efforts, appeared not to notice.

"Good, good, I can see it will be in safe hands, keep me informed of your progress"

"I will, Sir, I will." David replied to the grinning, almost Cheshire-cat features of the man, as the door closed with a heavy click in his face. 

David imagined himself as the white rabbit, late, ever so late, for life's crazy tea party. He was doing well, as his manager had delightedly told him. Satisfaction though, was eluding him now, and would elude him forever now he knew. He could almost hear the grains of sand emptying from the hourglass in his head. 

The swirling of dark umber-coloured mist took human form directly in front of David. He studied the growing vision impassively, not breaking step, continuing to walk determinedly through the clinging bog, onwards to the shoreline. David was neither frightened nor surprised at the apparition in front of him. The shape slowly coalesced into female form, dancing, always dancing just a meter in front of him. The creatures lovely face, now revealed from within the mist, just smiled enigmatically back at him. Built from mist, transparent, insubstantial, and yet real. 

David could see the beach quiver and waver as if a mere mirage through the body of the being in front of him. Details emerged as if in soft focus, then hardened, then blurred again. He supposed the drugs that he had been forced to take were to blame, or perhaps thanked, he no longer really cared which. The creature, the woman or girl, was heartbreakingly graceful and beautiful. Not human he saw, no, she was more Elfe-like in her appearance. She seemed to glow with the captured warmth and light from the Sun's last rays. Dressed in what appeared to be loose and flowing shimmering silk, and supported by faintly fluttering gossamer wings, she entranced him. Still he walked onwards. Still she kept her distance as they studied each other silently. 

His tongue lanced out and traced the soft feathery sides of her wet labia, his touch was soft, barely touching, yet produced a disproportionate and electric response in Abigale. He had driven her need for him to another height, and would drive it further, deeper; until he felt ready take her finally, for his own. Her vitality, her youth, he drank from her, encouraging her passion and pleasure to satisfy his own deepening void. He continued his determined lapping, maddening her with his assault on her most sensitive parts, moving his soft, but slightly rough and snaking tongue, along and around her flower. He explored her deepest secrets, her private texture and taste, her sweetly flowing juices.

Abigale writhed around, desperate for more, wanting it to stop, wanting it to go on forever, desperate for release. David took pity and delved into her suddenly, probing his prehensile muscle deeply into her vagina, swirling along her velvet walls, moving up to the small demanding erection of her sensitive clit. One touch on that previously ignored sensitive nub was all it took, one touch to hear her wail her pleasure, feel her shuddering response as she crushed her hips against his face as she rode her sudden and explosive orgasm. He neither stopped or relented as he took hold of that hard nub of intense pleasure and milked it fiercely, wrapping his tongue remorselessly around its sensitive and responsive flesh, sending more shock waves of pleasure sweeping through her body. He waited for her extended orgasm to slow, for her to relax her entwining legs that held him hard against her intense centre of pleasure. 

The sea mist had now reached his feet, flowing in from the Sound. He felt the cold around his lower body intensify as it gathered about him. Grey blue mist rose up on each side of him. Took shape, resolved into men. Highland men. Viking men. Celtic men. Ancient men. They walked alongside of him. He turned to look. They ignored him. But still they walked alongside him, matching his every step. The beach was not far now, he would make it, but the bogg dragged his feet, slowed him, every step now a huge effort. His breath emptied from straining lungs into the cold air, and was taken away by the Elfe in front of him. She beckoned him on, encouraged him. He strove on. The ancient wraith men on either side matched his steps as they strode forward, together.

Abigale sat sharing a drink with her friend, Lucy, another rather spoilt young woman who had not really had to try very hard for what she had in her life. Lucy was moaning again. Something about not getting the exact right villa for her holiday this year. Abigale listened with practiced sympathy, nodding but not really listening. She had her own problems. Her Mother had promised to get her Father to stump up the money for her latest venture, but so far he had been surprisingly reticent about handing over the cash. Her fashion store was bound to be a fantastic success, she just knew it! So what if her last two shops had folded! It wasn't her fault! She internally fumed once again at her fathers patronising refusal to back her latest scheme.

"So, I told him, if he doesn't get a proper villa, I am not going! What do you think of that Abby! Abby?"

Abigale started. "Oh? Oh yeah! that should do it, Lucy, you stick out for what you want, you deserve it after all!"

"Damn right I do, the things I do for that man…!" She giggled suddenly.

"Talking about the things we do for our man, how are you and David getting on? 

Abigale looked with narrowed eyes at her friend, a secret conspiratorial look. 

"He really isn't as bad as you might think" She teased her friend. "Age and experience has its compensations you know."

"Abby, you are terrible you know, using him in such a way. " The sexually suggestive remark made her smile. But then a sudden thought struck her "Errm, your not actually, you know, getting involved…are you?

Abigale laughed at her friends suggestion "No Lucy, but he is surprising fun…"

She would have gone on but stopped, as she saw Lucy look towards the door of the coffee shop. Lucy leaned towards Abby and whispered. "I will slip away and leave you two alone…"

The well-dressed but slightly portly and balding man walked towards Abby. His face was serious, yet expectant. Abby stood as she greeted him with a peck on his cheek. He took her in his arms and gave her a hugg in return, which she could not help but resist slightly. She needed him for her business venture and she had flirted with him outrageously, flattering and encouraging him, before eventually allowing him to take her as his lover, but now he was becoming possessive - and that was beginning to irritate.

"David!" She told him in a stage whisper. "Not in here!"

David's face lost a little of its expectancy as he recognised again her lack of real enthusiasm. He sighed. He was fifty-six, she was twenty-eight, he knew he was being used, but he had hoped against hope. It was time to draw the line. He was utterly in love with her, he knew that, and although he had not told her, he knew she played on his emotions. But he didn't care. They sat down at the table.

"I should have the lease signed up for the shop soon David, it will make you rich, you wait!" Abigale launched into her bubbly excited mode, she really needed some cash soon.

"I made a good contract today" David told her somewhat sombrely. "Things are going well.."

"Oh good! So you will be able to invest all the easier with me then won't you!"

"Yes, I could or…."

"Or what?" Abigale asked, suddenly worried her financial investor was wavering.

"Well, I could, we could…you know, go away…?"

"Go away? What do you mean go away?" Abigale was flummoxed.

"I mean, I have enough money to take you anywhere you like, you could do as you please…without all this ..this…business?"

"With you? Go away with you?"

"Would it be that bad, Abigale?"

Abigale was surprised and very nearly blurted out YES! It would be horrible! But she still hoped to get his investment. She needed his investment. This might be tricky.

"David, that is sweet of you, but I need my business, it is what I do…you understand, don't you?" She placed her hand over his. "Your very sweet, and I adore you, but I can't just run away with you, you know!" 

David looked down at her hand upon his own. No, she couldn't. He knew she couldn't. He knew also the real reason she couldn't, or rather, wouldn't. He still had had to ask though.

"No, I suppose your right…"

"What's the matter, David?"

"Matter? Nothing really the matter Abby…just sort of…taking stock..."

She looked at him. She had felt sorry for him, but now she felt more irritated than sorry. His wife had left him two years ago for another man, his daughter was abroad somewhere avoiding him, blaming him for the break up, so he was on his own and lonely. Lonely and rich. He had taken a shine to her and she had taken advantage of that. She kidded herself that she was being kind, but the knowledge he could help her was never far from her mind. And then she saw he was becoming infatuated with her. Like a puppy really.

"You are still going to help me, aren't you David? I mean with the shop?" 

"Oh, sure, I am just being silly…I better go now…I will see you again soon, ok?" 

He got up to leave, then leant down and kissed her cheek, smiled at her, and then turned and left. He knew he wouldn't see her again, and he knew that she knew, also.

Abigale watched him walk out of the shop, and she did know, just as David suspected, she just knew she was watching the money walk away. Her father had better come thorough now, was all she could think about.

David's feet crunched on shells and sand. He stopped. He had reached the shore. The Elfe was still in front of him. But the ancient wraith men, the men who had marched with him through the bog, were standing behind him now. They would go no further. David caught his breath. He was free of the marsh. But those spirits of these long dead men would never be.

The men stood at the edge of the deadly peat bogg, their empty eyes stared out beyond him, pat him, out towards the sea. Then, as if they realised they had lost him at last to the Elfe, they turned back, melting back into their cold graves within the peat marsh. The Elfe smiled at him. 

She beckoned. He followed. Together they walked in silence along the deserted white beach, as remote a part of the world as you could find, populated by thousands of years of human drama, love and hate. The craggy rocks and ancient hills held all the secrets of the past. Would only tell those secrets to those who had ears to listen. David was ready to listen. The Elfe guided him to a sheltered rocky outcrop where he sat, his back against the hard granite, his face towards the sea. And remembered.

In the darkness, he brought himself up, leaving that savoury place and supporting himself above the prone and now gently panting body of Abigale. The Moonlight highlighted the perspiration on her soft skin; he knew he was ready to take her now. She had barely recovered from her last orgasm; but the sublime torture of his tongue was now replaced by another instrument, this time the large and blunt form of his hard and long denied penis. 




The Beach



David took his time, denying the overwhelming urge within him to immediately thrust into her, hard and deep. Instead, and with immense restraint, he simply probed a small way inside of her, enjoying the exquisite sensation of her tightly enveloping and slippery wetness that wrapped itself around the flared and swollen head of his cock. He opened her deliberately, slowly, dipping just a short way, before withdrawing, then returning back inside, deeper each time, with each teasing, short stroke.

Watching her face all the while, the sensations of their lovemaking flitted rapidly across her features, her expression changing to match his gradual penetration of her body. She was gradually opening herself to him, becoming one with him, allowing his wide girth to enter her, to fill her. All was reflected in the fascinating and ever-changing expression and movement upon her face. She was indeed beautiful. He was truly making love to her, and it didn't really matter to him that it was not truly reciprocated. But of course it mattered. Without love, what have you got?

Something cold was in his hands. He looked. A forgotten bottle of single malt Scotch whisky was grasped firmly. Had he carried that the whole time? And it was the very finest. For special occasions only. By now the letter he had posted to his boss should have arrived. He had left his flat in West Sussex tidy and clean. Had put in his company car keys and mobile phone along with the letter. He had nothing else to do but listen. His insurance contracts had been lucrative to him, but crippling to the third world people to whom it ripped off. He had written to them also. Told them what to do. Truth and honesty. He raised his bottle up to the Elfe, who kept him silent company. A double-edged sword of the cruellest kind. The Elfe agreed without a word. He could be truthful now, and honest to himself. The Elfe alone knew he was dying.

He had known his fate for a long time. Now, and with the approach of death, the finer points of life resolved themselves from the confusion of living. He would make his peace with the world now, here in this empty place, and remain here forever. The Elfe smiled.

Abigale could stand the teasing no longer. She wrapped her long legs around him, raked her fingernails down, along his back, down to his buttocks, and used all her strength to claw and draw him into her. His restraint finally failed, and he plunged his length deeply into her, deep into that hot, wet, sublime heat, her warmth swept along the full length of his cock, ensnaring him to the very base of his swollen shaft as he filled her fully. For a long blissful second, he held himself buried inside her as deeply as he could. His hardness was greater than he could remember. And she was now his, was truly fully his, as she lay deliciously impaled upon him. He had possessed her at last.

The urge to move within him was uncontrollable, restraint was now forgotten, and he began to move now, to plough into her. With ever quickening deep strokes, he made love to her, fucked her, willed her to be his. Her eyes flew open in surprise as the now blatant and urgent pace of his desire took her with force. She fed off his lust, willed him to even greater effort, faster, deeper, harder, to screw her, to fuck her. 

Through the passion of the moment David saw her wide and unseeing eyes gaze up at him, past him, through him, their sight lost in the power of her convulsions, as she rode his passion. It was then, in that moment, that he knew for certain that it was not at him those eyes were looking at, not him who was ravishing her. Strangely, that certain knowledge was not even a surprise. 

He already knew in his heart he would never truly have her. Her body perhaps, but her mind, never. And then later, much later, he still had to ask. He had to offer her the chance of a new life with him, what little life remained to him that is. She never knew of his condition, he never did tell her, and, of course, she had refused. He had expected nothing else, but still he had to ask. 

Now, as he gazed at what he knew to be the last Sunset he would see, sitting on this cold, deserted, isolated beach, the Elfe alone kept him company. He remembered again that first exquisite night with Abigale. His lovemaking had never before felt so strong, and the memory made him smile. That passion sustained him now. If he were to be denied her soul, he would accept her body. And it seemed to him then as if her very youth could sustain him, give him strength and return some of his life. He made love to her with silent desperation, with a need bourn of his mortality and loneliness. And when it came, the intensity of his climax surprised him. 

His seed burst forth with a power that was almost painful. It had built up slowly, deep within him, and had been held back for too long. And once released, his orgasm gushed through his very soul, through the length of him within her, swelling and hardening his already bursting member even further, finally exploding hotly and deeply inside the object of his desire. He heard her cry out as she felt his heat erupt and swamp her, and he joined her, crying out the pleasure and pain of his own desperate release. 

The passion waned, the pleasure faded, as life itself fades. Now he realised it was time for another release, a final release. The smiling Elfe understood. She beckoned him towards her, this time she did not dance away, but instead, embraced him warmly. She took him readily within her, took him to another place, a far safer place. He smiled at her smile, and he realised, finally, that he was content.



The Beach



Thanks to all for your encouragement! Hope you enjoy this one, based on some real experiences. Responses welcome.

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It was a Saturday, slow, hot and lazy as I rolled out of bed. Already it was in the 80’s, a sure sign of needing to get out of town, away from the valley heat. Mulling over the possibilities as I drank my mandatory cup of coffee, since I was alone this weekend I decided a trip to the coast was in order. I tossed a towel, a book, my sketchpad, some pencils and sunscreen in my backpack, slipped on my shorts, tanktop and flip-flops and headed out the door.

The road was clear as a shifted into fifth, taking the curves twenty miles an hour too fast. The wind felt good, hot but cooling as I neared the ocean. I stopped in an eye-blink of a town to pick up some water and a sub sandwich, flirting easily with the fifty year old buxom cashier. She was fifteen years older than me but I’ve never been one to let age be a barrier. Actually, I’d always held a small place in heart for older women, having experienced many of my first sexual joys as a teenager with an older woman who was all too eager to “train” a boy well. I smiled at the memory, paid for my purchase and winked at the cashier as I left.

Twenty minutes later I parked in the dusty lot of my favorite beach, only two other cars there before me. Grabbing my gear, I made the walk down the well worn path, past the rocks and brush to the sand. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore beckoning me forward and grinned like a kid. It had been much too long since my last trip here.

I set up in a sheltered area, some rocks marking out my own little spot, a little shade to help the sunscreen keep me from becoming a burning victim. I stripped quickly, happy to feel the breeze against my bare skin and stretched. The lotion was cool but felt good going on, nice and smooth. I paid special attention to my back, shoulders, nose and, of course, my freshly shaved cock and balls. Wouldn’t do to let them get burned, and the lotion felt luxurious on my skin.

I spotted a nude neighbor walking past as I was oiling up, checking me out discreetly. I had nothing to hide. At five feet ten inches, a hundred and eighty pounds of (mostly) toned body, I am very comfortable with being nude and having other people see me. In fact, I love it. I’ve been an exhibitionist for as long as I can recall. Not a flasher of unwilling victims, no. Just a guy who enjoys being seen nude, and if the people looking are also nude, so much the better.

I stretched out on my towel, enjoying the heat of the sun on my skin. Opening my book I read for a while, just allowing myself to relax. Occasionally I would hear more people arriving, setting up their own little spots. Sometimes another guy, sometimes a couple, sometimes a few girls together. It’s one of my favorite aspects of this beach, the variety of people that come out here. Sometimes whole families will come out but usually it’s an adult crowd, mostly in their 20’s through 40’s. Just people looking to get nude.

Sitting up, I realized that a couple had set up fairly close to me. They were a little older, in their forties and obviously they enjoyed going nude often. Not only did they lack tan-lines but their skins were bronzed and golden from sun worship, making me feel rather pale in return. The man was taller than me and slim, graying slightly, with a nice physique and, I was pleased to see, as shaved and smooth as myself. His wife was just as smooth and with her hourglass shape and long brunette hair, she was quite the head turner. They were laying quietly, enjoying the sun and the noise of the ocean.

I picked up my sketchpad and began to make some quick sketches of the lovely couple, enjoying their fluid lines and curves. I began to focus just on the woman as she was nearer to me, slightly blocking my view of her mate. She had such a sensuous form I was captivated. The way her full breasts curved, the slight rise of her belly, the delicious valley of her pussy, her sleek legs, she was a joy to draw. I became so enrapt in drawing her I barely noticed the man moving off and didn’t realize he was standing behind me until he cleared his throat.

“Nice drawing,” he said.

I turned and smiled up at him. “I hope you don’t mind,” I said. “She’s just got such a wonderful body I couldn’t help but draw her.”

“No, its cool,” he smiled, letting me know it really was okay. “Keep going.”

I looked back at her, catching her eyes as she rolled slightly, giving me a better view of her body. She smiled slightly and spread her legs a bit as she shifted. I began to sketch again, enjoying the shape of her hip and the curve into her bare pussy.

“How’s it look, Sam?” my model asked.

“He’s doing a good job, hon, especially with that bare pussy of yours,” he answered back.

I smiled, enjoying how open the couple was. Not to be outdone, I said, “Well a pussy that good looking deserves to have extra special attention paid to it.”

Sam chuckled, “You mean with the drawing or in other ways?”

I laughed, “Oh, in all ways!”

“Looks like he’s in favor of you being shaved, Tina,” Sam told her.

I raised my notebook to let them see that I was shaved as well. “I’ve always liked the smooth look myself.”

Tina looked at my cock and smiled sexily. “Oh that’s nice,” she said. “I think all men should shave their cocks. Sam keeps his shaved for me, don’t you honey?”

I looked over at Sam and saw that his cock was starting to get harder, growing thicker and standing away from his body. He thrust it towards me, saying, “As you can see, I love being shaved too.”

I put down my sketchpad and stood up. I offered my hand to Sam. “I’m Jay.”

“Nice to meet you, Jay. You come out to the beach often?”

“Not as often as I would like but whenever I can, I make my way out here.” I reached down to shake Tina’s upraised hand. “If you two are going to be here, I’ll be sure to get out here more often. The view is stunning.”

Tina smiled up at me and then lowered her eyes to my thickening cock. “I like the view too.”

I decided to see how far my new friends would go. Knowing we were fairly well sheltered from anyone except those who made a special effort to look over at us, I slid my hand down my stomach to my cock and gave it light stroke.

“Well you can do much more than look,” I said while my hand grasped my hardening cock.

I heard Sam move over towards me and I looked down to see his smooth cock getting thicker. Tina hadn’t moved except to squeeze her legs together a little. Her nipples were hard and her tongue was lightly licking her lips. I knew she wanted to get a closer look. I obliged her by moving closer, my cock inches from her gorgeous lips. I looked over at Sam, looking him in the eye. “You can both do more than look,” I said.

Tina moaned softly, making me look down at her. Her eyes were half-lidded and one hand was absently toying with a nipple. I took my cock in my hand and brought it to her mouth. My eight inches was almost fully hard now and I rubbed her lips with the head. I looked back at Sam and watched him slowly stroke his throbbing cock, staring in stunned but eager anticipation at my sudden forwardness.

Not being one to wait for others, I reached down and cupped Tina’s breast, pinching her nipple to make her moan. Her lips parted to make the sound and as they did I nudged my cock forward between them. Her eyes flew wide open and she stopped, not sure of what she should do. She glanced at Sam, not moving her lips. He said nothing but a soft groan escaped his lips. She watched him stroking his cock as I gently kneaded her full breasts.

“Suck it,” I told her. She looked up at me, not moving. I put a hand on her hair and gently pushed her down. “You want to,” I said. That was right thing to say as she immediately opened her mouth wide and started to slowly take my cock in her mouth. Sam groaned louder with passion. I slowly moved back, drawing Tina forward until she was on her knees, her mouth never letting go of my manhood.

She looked over at Sam, watching him stroke while she sucked me, more eagerly and passionately. She reached up and grabbed his cock in her hand, jacking him off as she began to bob her head up and down on my hard shaft. She brought him forward so he was standing next to me. Taking her mouth from me, she began to fist me while licking Sam’s cock. We all moaning with pleasure as she moved back and forth between us, sucking one then the other.

I told her to lay back on their huge towel while she was sucking Sam. She did so slowly, spreading her legs. I got on my knees and slid my tongue along her bare pussy. It was smooth and sweet and wet. I stuck my tongue deep inside to taste her fully, making her moan throatily around Sam’s thrusting cock. I flicked her clit with my tongue as I slid one, two fingers into her hot, tight cunt. Finger fucking her, my hand becoming soaked with her juices, I sucked her hard clit into my mouth. I felt her thighs shake and quiver as she began to cum. I lazily licked her pussy lips, lightly letting her come down from her orgasm before I stood up.

I took Sam’s place, guiding my cock into Tina’s mouth as I told him to go fuck her wet pussy. He obeyed instantly, sliding between her eager legs. He slid his seven inches into her juicy hole in one smooth stroke, making her gasp as I continued to fuck her mouth. Sam leaned down close, watching as Tina sucked me in, his eyes bright with lust. I could see in his eyes what he wanted.

I slid my cock from Tina’s mouth and offered it to Sam. He stared at it but didn’t move.

“Take it,” I whispered.

He stopped thrusting and looked at Tina, then at my cock. “I… I’ve never…” he stammered.

“But you want to,” I said.

He looked at Tina. “Baby?” he said.

She looked him in the eyes, wrapped her legs around his back, drawing his cock all the way inside her and whispered huskily, “Suck it.”

He opened his lips and I slid my cock into his mouth. Tina’s eyes opened wide and they both moaned as one as half my shaft became buried in his mouth.

“Ohmygod baby, suck his cock! Holy shit! You’re sucking it baby ohmygod oh fuck!” Tina moaned.

Sam began thrusting harder and harder into Tina’s pussy as he began sucking my cock in earnest, licking it and sucking it like he was born to do it. I smiled.

“Suck that cock, Sam. Suck it good. Mmmmm you suck as good as Tina, Sam. You must have wanted to be a cock-sucker for a long time. You like watching him suck cock Tina? You like me fucking his face with my big prick?”

Tina groaned, “Oh god yes, that’s so fucking hot! Suck him baby mmmm oh yeah fuck his mouth oh god let me suck it! I want to suck your cock too!”

I slipped out of his mouth and into hers. “Suck it you little slut, suck my cock. Mmmmm you both suck so good. You like having a cock in your mouth and one in your pussy at the same time, you little slut?”

Sam began pounding her pussy even harder, making Tina lose my cock from her mouth. “Oh god yes! Fuck me like a slut mmm fuck me baby!”

I told Sam to lay down and had Tina straddle him, raising up her sweet ass to my attention. I began licking her little asshole, and then down to his cock, licking his balls, tasting her juices on his shaft as he thrust inside her. I sucked his balls in my mouth as I began to finger her ass. They moaned as they kissed, tongues sliding together in the heat. I could feel the sweat on my body as I stroked my cock to keep it hard. I slid Sam’s cock out of Tina’s pussy and replaced it for one thrust of my own. Her juices on my cock, I eased the head to her asshole, guiding it inside.

Tina began shaking and moaning as I filled her ass. “Fuuuuuuck oh god you’re fucking my ass you’re splitting me oh fuuuck fill me up!”

I began pumping in and out of her ass while Sam continued fucking her pussy. Tina couldn’t move, just laid on Sam and moaned with ecstasy as we fucked her holes. Sam groaned that he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer and I could feel myself getting ready to cum as well. We both pulled out and had Tina kneel before us. I began to stroke Sam’s cock and he stroked mine as Tina fingered her well-fucked pussy.

“I’m cummmmmminng!” Sam yelled, huge gobs of cumming squirting over Tina’s face, joined a moment later by my own lusty shots of cum. Again and again we splattered her eager face, mouth open trying to swallow what she could, until we were spent.

We leaned back, catching our breath. I looked over to my right and realized we had a small audience of one, a teenager who had just cum all over his hand. He saw me looking and, smiling, brought his hand to his mouth, licking up his cum. He stood and walked slowly away as I turned my attention back to Sam and Tina. They lay together, kissing lightly and smiling at each other.

I went back to my towel and drank some water. I brought it back to them and they drank their fill. We stood together and smiled at each other. I told them about the boy and they giggled at missing him, saying that next time he shouldn’t have been so shy. Laughing, we walked down the beach, across the sand and let the waves wash us clean.

The rest of the day was quiet. My new friends gave me their number and left about an hour later. I stayed until it was almost dusk and then packed up to go. As I stood at the top of the trail, staring back out at the sea and thinking of the day, I smiled to myself. I really need to make time to go to the beach more often.



The Beach



We walked under the full moon across the beach. It was late in the evening, the air was a soft, cool breeze and the moonlight pressed shadows across the landscape. In the distance we could see rising buildings, with the light glinting off them. As we walked the beach, we were heading off far from the sounds and neon lights of the city. The trees multiplied until we walked between the water on one side and the trees gathered along our other side. The night grew slowly darker.

When we could no longer see the skyline, we slowed and stood in the soft sand. I pulled a large blanket out of a bag and spread it on the sand, a few feet from the water's edge. I sat the bag down and turned to look out at the water. I felt him standing behind me and his hands on my back, soft and gentle like the breeze that blew through my hair. He whispered, "Take off your shoes..."

I sat down slowly on the blanket and slipped off my sandals. Squishing my toes back into the sand I stood again. Master had removed his shoes also. I looked at him, smiling. He wore jeans and a blue-green sweater. The slight breeze ruffled his hair a bit. I wore jeans and a white tshirt with a chambray shirt unbuttoned over it. I left my hair unbound and it fell down my back in golden-brown waves. 

I looked up to meet his eyes and felt myself drawn closer to him. Without a word or a movement, something drew me to him, until I stood before him. I felt his hand slide gently along my cheek as I kept my eyes lowered, looking at the area around the neck of his sweater. I turned my face slightly into his hand, purring softly. His hands slid softly through my hair and around my neck. His other hand slid up along my waist and I closed my eyes, listening to the gentle roar of the ocean behind us and feeling his loving touch along my body. 

I leaned towards him as his hand slid up my side and inside my shirt. His hand slid up to rub softly under my breast. I gasped softly and leaned towards him, my hands on his sweater, rubbing it against his chest and stomach. I felt his hand behind my neck, lifting my face up until our eyes met. His hand captured my breast, gently kneading it, his palm over the t-shirt, pushing it over the hard nipple. I slid a hand beneath his sweater, touching his warm skin. I felt him suck in his breath as my fingers softly caressed the skin of his stomach. 

Then his face dipped down, and he brushed his lips across my forehead and down my cheek to my lips. We kissed warmly, passionately beneath the stars. I slid my hands around to his back, still touching his skin, as his own arms went around me holding me close. Slowly we drank from each other's lips, our tongues reaching out and sliding together. Hearing soft moans and realizing they came from deep inside myself, as we pressed closer.

Slowly, he pulled back and held me back a step or two. I immediately missed his touch. He smiled and crossed his arms, one hand on his chin. He gestured and told me to remove my shirt. I slowly unbuttoned the last few buttons of the large chambray shirt and folded it, laying it on the edge of the blanket. I heard his voice soft, "Very good..." He walked slowly around me and stopped, standing behind me. I could feel his warmth close to my back, but not touching. He spoke again, "Lift your arms."

I stretched my arms up over my head. He took the hem of my t-shirt in his hands, his fingers brushing my skin as he lifted it up and over my head. I shivered, feeling the cool ocean breeze upon my skin. His hands fell back to my stomach, caressing slowly upwards. He cupped his hands around my breasts, lifting them and squeezing. I instinctively pressed back, feeling his sweater against my shoulderblades, yearning to feel the hot touch of his skin. His lips fell across my shoulders as his fingers pulled gently on my nipples, pinching them in intermittent rhythms. 

I sighed softly, my legs growing weak. Soon, his fingers began to travel back down my stomach to rest on the edge of my jeans. I felt him undo the button and slide the zipper down slowly. He slid his fingers under the jeans, caressing my bare skin. I heard a soft moan from himself as he slid down my back, raining soft kisses as he passed. Then he was crouched down behind me, gently easing my jeans down over my hips as I struggled to remain standing. As he slid them down my legs to my feet, I felt his mouth following, hot on my skin. I let him lift each of my feet and push the jeans away. 

He stood up running his hands up my sides as I trembled. Then he turned me to face him. I left my hands at my sides, eyes still lowered, feeling his gaze upon myself. I grew warmer still and the his fingers lifted my chin a bit and he whispered, "Undress me..."

I smiled and stepped nearer to him. I let my hands slide under his sweater once again, lifting it up. His arms rose to assist me and I slowly drew the sweater carefully over his head. I set the sweater on a corner of the blanket and turned back to him. I smiled softly as I reached out to touch his chest. I drew my fingers down the middle of his chest and down across his stomach muscles until they rested on his jeans. Momentarily my fingers dipped down to brush across the bulge in his jeans.

I felt his body responding, its slight movements, reactions to my touch that sent my soul soaring in joy. I knelt down then before him. I let my hands fall to his feet. I leaned down to kiss each of his feet softly. I heard his softly surprised, "Mmmmm..." as I rose then, drawing my hands up his legs to his waist again. I felt his hand run throughmy hair getnly as I pulled the button of his jeans loose and slipped my fingers in the slide down the zipper. 

My breath was growing quicker as I started to peel the fabric away from him and I slid the jeans down over his hips and down his legs, my eyes on his erection just beneath the thin fabric of his underwear. I eased the jeans away as he lifted each foot in turn. I looked down to fold his jeans and set them on the blanket and then turned back to him. I reached up, and rested my hands on his thighs. Slowly I traced my fingers up along his skin, closer and closer to the last remaining fabric. Behind him I saw the moonlight and heard the rushing water of the oceantide.

I felt him take my fingers inhis and hook them in the bikini. Slowly and carefully I peeled the fabric back and quickly down his legs. I set them on the pile of clothing and, kneeling before him, I asked, "May I taste you?"

He groaned and I watched his cock jerk before me. I licked my lips, waiting. "Please..." he whispered as he tucked a hand behind my head and drew my face to him. I leaned into him and licked my tongue along his hard length. Up and down I covered his erection in long wet licks, working from tip to base, and from base to tip.

Then I lifted my hands and lifted his cock to my lips and slid my lips around the head, swirling my tongue around it in my mouth. I sucked him into my mouth, feeling his hand holding my hair. I sensed his body stiffening as I swallowed more and more of him into my mouth, letting his cock slide along my tongue to the back of my throat. Softly I pushed farther and then pulled back gently, pressed my lips tightly around his hardness.

Over and over I pressed my lips up and down his cock, my right hand stroking the base with the wet saliva from my mouth. My left hand slid up between his thighs and cupped his balls, caressing them softly. My lips left his cock for a moment and I tilted my head down to lick the sacs softly as my hands pumped and stroked his cock. 

When I tilted my head back up, I felt his hands tugging in my hair. "Stand." He spoke, breathlessly. I stood facing him, not yet looking up. One hand slid to my breast and pinched the nipple as the other pulled me close to him. I felt his chest nearly against mine, his cock hard against my thigh. He pulled the nipple out and twisted it. I moaned softly, not moving. After a moment or two, he lifted my face and stood back. My eyes met his mirroring the desire I felt eminating from his.

He took my hand and led me to the water's edge. He held my hand and whispered, "Lie back." Slowly, holding his hand I lied back so that the top of my head nearly touched the water. I stretched out and looked up seeing him and gasped to see all of the night stars in the backround. He smiled and told me to stretch my hands up over my head back on the sand and I did. Then he knelt down between my legs, and I caught my breath again. 

"Look up to the stars, Melissa...." I obeyed and looked up to the stars, white pinpricks of light on the dark blue velvet background. Then I felt his hands parting my thighs, spreading them far apart. I felt him moving between them and his arms sliding under my thighs, and I held my breath.

His tongue reached out and licked up my thighs, right up close to my pussy. The breath came out of me in a whoosh. I felt his mouth soft and moving over my pussy, breathing gently againt my skin. I felt all of my desire rush to that one spot for a moment, waiting in anticipation. Then I felt his tongue licking along the lips of my pussy and moaned. As his tongue licked between my legs, I felt the tide coming back, water lapping at my hands and forearms. I looked upwards, breathing hard, watching the stars as his tongue circled my clit and caught it between his lips, pressing and sucking on the little knob of flesh.

I gasped as the water rushed up my arms and teased my scalp. I felt his tongue dip inside me, his hands gripping me close. I moaned and sighed, the pleasure intense, the feelings washing though me. The water washed over my arms as I felt him slide a finger in my ass, pressing as he licked my pussy. The burning in my belly caused my to shut my eyes in pleasure and then open them again, looking to the stars, feeling full, pressure building, sensation overwhelming me, unable to move, wanting to press my hips to him, trying to hold back. I cried out, "Ohhhhhhhhhh... Mmmmmmmmm....." as I pressed into the sand, and my body began to throb.

Finally when I didn't think I could take anymore, he pulled back and rose over me. He didn't touch me. He had a hand to either side of me, looking down into my eyes, blocking out some of the stars. He gently touched my cheek and I tilted my head into his hand, whispering, pleading, feeling my pussy so hot and aching, "Pleeeease..." He cupped my face and tilted it so our eyes met. I felt a shot of fire flash through me to my very core. "Yes?" He asked, a slight smile on his lips. He leaned down, sliding his cock along my thigh, barely touching my pussy. I gasped, trying to stay still.

"I.... I need you...." I barely managed to breath out. He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine. "What do you need?" My body burned to be joined with his. I whispered against his lips... "Please fill me.... Please take me... I am begging you." 

He kissed my lips breifly and leaned back up on his hands, his cock at the entrance to my pussy, sliding in it's wetness. "Here?" he asked, teasing me.

"Yes, yes, pleeeeeease...... Ohhhhhhh please." He chuckled and then thrust inside me fast and hard. When he was deep inside me he stopped, looking back down at my face. I looked back up wide-eyed. "Ohhhhhhhhh..." I moaned. He whispered, leaning back down to kiss my neck, "There?"

"Yesssssss.." I moaned, "Ohhhh yesssssss." He leaned down to kiss along my breastbone, then sliding to the side to kiss my hard nipple. He nibbled and licked it, "Hmmmmmmmmnn...." I pulsed and grew weak, as he slid his cock back to the edges of my pussy and then thrust back in harder. I cried out and reached up to touch him. He leaned up quickly. "Back. Your hands... where they were."

I immediately pressed my hands back up behind my head in the sand. I ached to touch him, but suddenly I felt helpless again, looking up to him and the stars, feeling him grasp my hips. I felt him thrusting hard and fast suddenly, going deeper and deeper, his cock sliding inside me, pressing the walls of my swollen pussy. I felt the water again on my arms as he pumped into me over and over. I cried out again, moaning, breathing harshly. 

He was breathing hard too, his cock stiff and pulsing inside my wet soft warmth. His pelvis rocked over mine, pressing against my warm swollen clit. I felt the warth filling me and begged, pleaded to come. I was so close. He leaned over my capturing my hands above me. I groaned deeply and met his kiss as he leaned down to my lips. He whispered, his mouth near mine, looking into my eyes, "Count from ten...."

I looked up into his eyes and whispered steadily, "Ten..... nine.... eight...." He pounded into my pussy, pulling almost out and then sliding back in. "Seven... Six... five..." He leaned down, biting my nipple, licking at it. "Four... three..." I whispered breathlessly. He leaned back up as I whispered, "Two...." And I saw his smile as his body rocked over mine recklessly now and he whispered, "Yes..." as I said "One...." And he told me, his eyes locked with mine, "Come for me..... yes... come for me Melissa...."

I gasped, keeping my eyes on him. I felt the pressure push and push, moaning until it broke like a dam and I came hard, juices pouring over his cock, my pussy convulsing around his cock, squeezing in contractions, my hips bucking. My hands were held tight in his, our eyes locked together and I felt him come inside me too, groaning as I did. Then he kissed me and we slowed, finally resting our sweaty bodies against each other, kissing deeply, lovingly, our tongues playing. He leaned back and I looked up to him, whispering the words, "I love you."

I felt his hands bring mine down between us as he rolled over, pulling me close. I curled up against his chest as he whispered, "And I love you..." Moments passed as our breathing slowed and the night bathed us in moonlight. Suddenly, he tugged me upwards and rolled us both into the cold water. I laughed and laughed as we let the water cool and cleanse our bodies. We played in the water for a while, ducking and swimming together under the stars. 

Finally, both of us smiling, he led me back on the beach to our blanket. I took two large towels out of he bag and we wrapped ourselves together and lay down on the blanket. I rolled up on his side, one hand draped over his chest and my leg thrown over his. I felt his hand on my back caressing me softly.... my hand caressing his chest... and we drifted off... in the moonlit night... listening to the waves hit the shore.. and our hearts beating together.



The Beach



The cold wind blows through my hair. The salt stinging upon my face. I can feel the slippery rocks through my shoes as I walk along the beach. I can see the waves crashing upon the beach ahead of me and the white foam as they smash against the dark cliffs. Its so cold under the grey sky but I feel that I have to be here, the beach is calling to me. As I pick my way between the rocks I collect stones from before me. Each stone a small and perfect world on its own. The sky above me is darkening and I can see the rain as it falls out to sea yet I have no intention of returning. I feel the first few drops of rain against my cold skin and I must find shelter before the storm hits. The waves are beating hard upon the cliffs now. There is a cave up ahead and although it is dark it will be better than condemning myself to the cold rain.

The cave is warm and though I can hear the wind battering outside I don’t listen to it for there is someone else here. I can sense the soft movement within the cave even if it is so dark that I cannot see it. I am tempted to run, to find another place to shelter. A rumble outside startles me and I remember the storm outside. Suddenly I feel a body pressed against mine. I try to protest as a rough kiss is planted on my lips but this creature is too strong and I am powerless in his embrace, but the kiss abates to a soft and sensual touch and I am forced to respond as my desire mounts. The kisses continue, soft as butterflies but with the so obviously contained force of desire as the raging storm outside. 

I feel the touch his warm skin under my fingers and smell its salty fragrance. The I cant wait to touch that skin as I can almost feel its smoothness under my fingers. Remembering my backpack I take out the oil I keep there to sooth my rough hands. I get some oil in my hands and start gently rubbing my hands across his back and shoulders. Working my hands across his entire back. I get more oil and start back up his legs. My hand just barely brushes up against his cock while rubbing his thighs. I work my way past his cock, being careful not to touch him there. Working my hands across his stomach and to his chest, I massage each arm. I can't resist to taste him. Gently, I lower my head to his nipple. Slowly circling it with my tongue, then I take it in my mouth and lightly nibble. Rubbing his chest and working my tongue across it. Slowly licking my way down the middle of his chest to his navel and across his stomach. 

While kneeling next to him I take his thick cock in my hands and I lower my head and slightly lick the tip of his cock. Slowly take his whole cock deep in my mouth. Circling my tongue around his hard shaft, while taking him in and out of my mouth. Working my way back further to his throbbing cock. He lowers his knees but keep his legs spread for me to kneel between them and releases my hair-tie. My long, dark hair just falls around his thighs as he reaches down and runs his fingers through my hair. Driving me crazy with just the slightest touch he inserts his fingers into my wet pussy. Driving me to the point of no control. He tells me to stand up and then takes me in his arms to plant a long, hot passionate kiss on me. Long, slow and deep. I start to moan and need to have him now. He turns me around turning my head back towards him for another deep passionate kiss while caressing my tits. His hands trace their way down my stomach to my pussy as he bends me over with my hands in the sand. He teases me with the tip of his cock, rubbing it across my pussy, then inserting the tip and slowly beginning to slide his cock into my hot waiting pussy. But all I get is just the first few inches, and I beg him, I tell him I need him to fuck me, please fuck me now. He grabs my shoulders and we start to pick up the pace. Slamming me deeper and harder. Now, it's his desires that are burning as he fucks me deep, hard and long. We both explode into a frenzy of sweat, heavy breathing and sheer ecstasy. 

We fall into an exhausted sleep in each others arms. I lay my head upon your chest and feel your heat through my hair. With the wind howling outside as the warmth of the cave envelops us, only to wake up later and start all over again.



The Beach



When I see you I am overwhelmed by your warmth. The smile on your face is so infectious, spreading to all those around you ..like a fire spreading through dry grass.

I find myself cheerful and full of energy and wanting to say things ..I know I could/should not say.. so I thought perhaps I would leave you an escape to ponder in a quiet moment.

I go to bed each night and think about you ..let me tell you of such a night ... 

I am laying there ..I think to myself .. If I made love to you ..what would I want to do ... and I imagined how you might react ..what you would feel like ..how you would smell ... what your lips would taste like ... 

The thought of you and I on our white sandy beach keeps coming to my mind.. The warm sand tickling between our toes.. it really is a perfect evening ..I imagine you wearing a white one piece swimsuit ..with a silk wrap draping over your shoulders ..wavering in the gentle breeze.. hiding just enough of your body to make me wonder... we walk slowly arms around each others waists ..my hand low on your back .. as close as I dare .. 

After some time we find a nice spot ..lay down a blanket made for two, I sit down and you in turn sit down in front of me ..leaning back against me for support .. I am so exhilarated from the closeness ..

The sun is setting over the ocean ... the glow shimmers across the water hypnotizing us as it seems to be alive dancing with an energy of its own..we pause ..watching intently.. it seems we are completely alone ..no one else in the world exists ..only us and this mysterious dance of the setting sun..

I pull my attention away from the shimmering ocean ..because something more beautiful calls to me ...I look upon you ..you don't notice me admiring you ..such a beauty.. full of grace ..you continue to watch the setting sun .. I feel myself drawn to you like a moth to a light ...I slowly bring my hand up and brush away a small wisp of hair hanging over the edge of your eye .... my action breaks the trance you are in ..and you slowly turn your head to look my way ..as you begin to turn you feel my warm breathe upon your neck ..then my lips touching down.. kissing your neck softly ..you pause enjoying the feeling...

I put my hands on your shoulders ...you do not object ...then I start to explore your neck and shoulders with my hands.. just feeling.. your eyes closed and your head tilted back a lil ..

I continue with soft kisses on your neck ... and you sigh a little sigh ...I continue to kiss and nibble your neck ..your shoulders ..you smell intoxicating ... 

I love to kiss ..and nibble ..so I have to spend some time ... I began to tease you ...kissing closer and closer to your lips ... never actually kissing you fully ..just nibbling ..

My hands all the while ..are exploring your back ..then I find them slipping around to the flat of your stomach ...my lips continuing to kiss and nibble all the while .... 

We slowly slip around to face each other and I pause for a moment admiring you ..lost in your eyes .. lost in the beauty which has captivated me from the very first time I seen your smile ..... you lay back... your hands outstretched above your head ...a look of knowing over your face ..you know you have me ... and for the moment anyway ..you let me explore your body ...

You lay on your back ...savoring my touch.. your eyes closed ..a small grin on your face ... I am slow to proceed ...I find myself admiring your beauty once again ...your are an enticing woman ...so beautiful ..so sexy ... everything about you ...makes me hunger..

I lean over you and kiss my way back to your neck ... you can feel my warm breath ...causing goose bumps to appear on your arms ... my lips touch down on your neck ..kissing nibbling ..biting a lil .. I kiss under your chin ...again ..so close to our lips touching for the first time .. you find you can't be teased no more ..you want to know ..you need to know ... you move you head and our lips brush softly then they embrace ..

The kiss is ..electric .. we start slow ..testing one another .. biting each others lips ...your arms surround my neck ... and you pull me in harder .. passion getting the better of you ... you decide to just let yourself go ..it feels so right...

Our tongues dance with one another ...and we are both lost in our kiss ...seemingly unable to be satisfied ... some how ..in the distraction ...my hands have slipped the straps on your white swim suit over your shoulders ...

My hands are touching your bare skin .. and I hesitate a lil ...perhaps it is unbelievable I get to feel such soft skin ... you can feel my heart ...pounding .. you can sense my nervousness ...

My hands slowly roam every where ..exploring your softness ..after some time they move upwards ..around your breasts ... not quite touching your nipples.. that are now hard ..

Breaking our kiss ... I begin to kiss down your neck ... and your shoulders ... nibbling and biting my way ..closer to your nipples ...

As my lips close over your nipple ...sucking gently ...my hands continue to roam your body..I cannot get enough of your soft skin ...

I suck on each of your nipples ..kissing my way from one to the other ..then desire to kiss your mouth overwhelms me ... I find I cannot kiss you enough ..it feels so right ..tastes so good ...

We kiss for some time ..my hand caresses your cheek ..I feel so lucky to be here ..with you ...all I want to do is give you pleasure ...

I kiss and nibble.. starting at your neck ..working my way lower ..stopping for a second at your breasts ...I kiss lower ..to your belly button ..I so love belly buttons ..a nibble and a kiss ...your stomach is so flat ..like a model ... meanwhile my hand slides down your thigh ...your leg are firm and strong ... I continue to explore ...

My hand teases you ..in between your thighs ... close to where you find your self wanting pressure ...

I kneel close you your body ...and start to pull on your suit.. wanting it off ..needing it off ... you open your eyes for a moment ..as you give me your approval ....your suit disappears ...

My heart starts to pound like it is going to come out of my chest ... looking upon your naked body ... your are a dream ....a fantasy ...come true ...

After admiring you for some time .. I lean in to kiss you again ... I have come to love kissing those soft lips ... my hands touch your bare legs ..and you can hear me breathing deeper...you can feel my heart beating ...you know you have captured me with your beauty

I kiss lower and lower past your belly button ... I kiss your thighs ..my lips brush lightly over your sex ...your so very wet now ..you ache to feel my tongue ...

I lay between your legs and tease you ..not touching your clit ..and just lightly licking and kissing ....you taste sweet. 

I lick all around your clit ...and continue to tease until your hands find the back of my head ....they direct my tongue to your clit...you can't take anymore ... 

Under your direction, I am a lover that can take directions, I continue to pleasure you in the way you like it best ... your hips begin to lift ..and you begin to squirm ..your getting closer ... the moment nears ..and then it happens ... it is so very powerful ... your lips let my name escape .. and with that sound I feel exultation... your strength ebbs and you slip into a rest .... I produce some lotion and begin to massage your body ... letting you regain your composure.



The Beach



The following is a true story...

I was 19 and had recently bought a motorcycle. I decided to ride down to the beach; it was Spring Break and when you were a good-looking guy with bike that was just what you did! I rode around pretty much by myself that afternoon. But after mingling with friends that I had run into, and drinking for a few hours, I got bolder and, it seemed, so did the women. I gave rides to a few girls who had flirted with me but nothing came of it. Well, around 5:00 P.M., I was starting to think it was going to be another weekend up in smoke. And I was riding around wondering what to do when I heard, "I wanna ride."

I turned towards the soft sweet voice and saw a gorgeous blonde walking towards me. She wore a high cut one piece and filled it very well. Natural blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, with full breasts and nice hips. Gorgeous. I was trying to act all cool and thinking, “don't blow it, and say something stupid or come across too cocky.” 

So I said, "Hi!"

"I wanna ride," she tells me again.

“Hop on,” I tell her and we take off. 

She wraps her hands around my waist, which really starts my mind to wander.

She asked me who I was with and I told her some friends since I didn’t want to look like an orphaned, friendless dork! I asked her the same thing, and she told me that she’s with her brother and his girlfriend. “Perfect,” I thought to myself! 

"So where do ya wanna go?” I asked her. 

“Wherever you want,” she told me. “I she just want to get away from my brother and his girlfriend.” 

Of course I had to ask where her boyfriend was to check the current social status of this babe. She told me that they broke up because all he ever wanted to do was fuck! Totally understandable! I was dying to admit to her, "Well sorry to break it to ya' but that's exactly what I was thinking", but I lent the sympathetic ear instead. 

“Where are you staying?” I asked her. 

“A condo,” she replied. “Do you mind taking me there to get changed?”. 

“Sure,” I said, not wanting to sound too excited.

We arrived there and she got her clothes and went into the bathroom.

”Just a sec" she said to me. 

Meanwhile I was trying to decide if I was a good Samaritan or a possibility. (I don’t understand this… do you mean, is she thinking that you are a possibility? Or that you are thinking of taking advantage of the possibilities?) She came out looking like she just stepped out of a Playboy shoot, wearing a short thin mini-dress and no bra. I knew because of the spaghetti straps. By this time I was dying to throw myself on her but managed to keep my composure. 

“Do you wanna go back to the beach?” she asked me. 

Of course my answer is, "Sure!"

We get to the beach and she asked me, “do you have a girlfriend?”. 

I said I didn't and she asks me why. 

“Because all they wanna do is fuck," I replied, trying to sound witty. 

Obviously being myself worked because then she hits me with "Well, you must be really good!” 

I stammered for an answer and she started teasing me, telling me I'm probably the neighborhood stud and she shouldn't be alone with me. Just as I was about to dribble something out she wrapped her hands around my butt and pulled me close to her.

"So, are you just a really nice guy or a stud?" 

At this point I didn't need any more hints. 

"I'm whatever you want me to be," I told her as I grabbed her head and pulled her lips to mine.

I inhaled the sweet mix of the sea air and her scent on her skin. I was deliriously intoxicated. Our tongues danced as I gently bit and sucked her lips. I slipped the straps off her shoulders and kissed my way down her neck. Taking her breasts in my hands, I held her nipples between my lips. She started to sigh when I chewed and sucked on her nipples. 

"God, I want you inside me" she whispered in my ear, but I was not about to let this woman off that easily.

I raised her dress and pulled her panties to the side. She started grabbing my hair as I began to rub her pussy. I was freaking out because she was so wet. I easily pushed two of my fingers inside her. She gasped and pulled me close to her, kissing and biting my neck the entire time. By this time, I was so hard I couldn’t stand it and wanted to be inside her desperately. But I was determined to make love to this woman like noone before me had. I got off the bike and dropped to my knees in the sand. She leaned on the bike and I pulled her panties off her body. 

I started to lay soft butterfly kisses on her from her feet to the inside of her thighs. She was giggling and jerking her legs and I thought o myself, “I'm falling in love.” I rubbed her hips and started to drag my tongue along her pussy. She tasted so sweet and I was so excited that I was close to cumming.

I managed to hold off and continued to lick and suck her sweetness. I stopped to look at her and her pussy was beautiful. The hair around her lips was blonde and trimmed short, and was wet with anticipation. I started to suck on her clit as I slid two fingers inside her. I searched for her "G" spot and could feel it start to swell as I concentrated on her clit. She was pulling my hair hard.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah" she cried. 

I could tell she was close and I varied the pressure of my lips on her. 

As I gently nibbled on her clit, she cried out, "oooohhh ohhhhhh mmmmmmm." 

She tasted so good but before I could savor it she got off of the bike.

“My turn, baby,” she told me. 

I wore a button down shirt, hanging open, and swim shorts. She pushed me down to the sand and started kissing my neck and my chest. She sucked on my nipples, somehow knowing how much I would like it. Then, she pulled my shorts down around my knees and immediately took me in her mouth. 

"God you've got a great dick," she told me. 

Taking the head of my cock in her mouth, she dragged her lips down the length. Then she ran her tongue along the shaft and sucked on my balls. It was taking all I had to keep from cumming, because I wanted to enjoy her. And I didn’t want to seem like a "nice guy."

I pulled her up to me and kissed her deeply again.

”I want you to fuck me with that big dick baby", she said to me. 

At this point I started to feel sorry for her ex-boyfriend! God, what a girl. We stood up and I leaned her against the bike. I raised her leg up and rubbed my cock against her wet pussy. I began to push inside her and realized it wasn’t going to be easy. I rubbed (may want to think of another word, you just used rubbed a few sentences ago) the head of my cock along her slit, trying to slide into her, and starting to feel her open up to me. 

I gently pushed my cock inside her, slowly, and felt her nails on my back. She was very tight and felt so good. I didn’t want to move. She started moving her hips, pushing against me, and I grabbed her thighs and slid the length of my cock inside her. She gasped and then grabbed my ass, pulling me into her even more. I slid into her faster, moving my hips around, pulling out and then slamming into her as hard as I could. I fucked her fast and then slow and I felt her start to tense up. I kissed her lips and they felt cool against mine, so I knew she was close to coming. I pushed my cock deep inside her and rubbed (stroked?) her clit with my fingers. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, ummmmmmm," she cried in my neck.

I took her nipple between my teeth and felt her juices on my crotch as she came and clawed my back. Gently, I kissed her breasts and nipples and moved up to kiss her mouth. She grabbed my head and kissed me hard as she squeezed me inside her. By this point, I couldn't take any more and I slid into her hot pussy again and came inside her. 

She put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Oh baby, yeah, ummmmm. You feel soooo good". 

We held each other for the moment, just enjoying the feeling. I showered her neck and face with kisses, not able to get enough of her.

"Damn babe, you are a stud," she told me. 

I thought, “What guy would ever not try to be with this beautiful woman?” “Will you stay the night and the day tomorrow with me?” she asked. 

Of course I did. Unfortunately, her and the ex-boyfriend got back together. But I always look for her whenever I go to the beach.



The Beach



My name is John McKenzie and my story starts the day I was laying out on my own deserted stretch of beach, just minding my own business, reading a book and trying to get some tan to my almost fish-belly colored body. I work as a computer programmer for a very unknown computer company with a very small slice of the revenue pie, but we are supposed to be an up and coming concern, if we can ever get off the ground. Still, I don't get out too much and my tan has suffered no end. I do work out a bit whenever I can fit it into my almost non-existent schedule. You see, I am the CEO, CFO, and only programmer for this company--in fact the only employee--but I do like to dream about making it big one day.

Anyway, I was out on the beach stretched out on a blanket. Since I was wealthy enough, thanks to my father, God rest his soul, I owned this stretch of secluded beach and was laying naked on the blanket letting the breeze keep me cool while the sun burned my skin through the SPF 50 sun block I had poured all over myself. The one thing I hate about sunblock is how sticky it makes you feel after it starts drying on your skin. Actually, I think the sun block was feeding the bugs or something because they seemed to want to swarm all over me. Ah well, to burn to death from the sun or die of insect bites. What a toss up of a choice. I chose to be eaten that day because I know I burn too easily with my reddish blonde hair and freckled skin. I was just trying to connect the freckles and not really succeeding too well. 

At six feet even and two hundred twenty pounds, I was not an Adonis, but I wasn't Frankenstein's monster either. I have a home gym set and workout on an occasional basis so I am not overly flabby and have a decently flat tummy with just a hint of a washboard. At fifty years of age I'm not as trim as when I served in the Army, but I haven't let myself go completely to seed either.

The book I was reading was some light, erotic porn and my cock was half aroused and sticking up from my belly just enough to be noticeable to somebody walking by on my secluded section of beach, which of course was not supposed to happen. Occasionally, I would give my dick a tug or two as I read, enjoying the feeling of the hardness in my hand.

The wind was blowing in gentle breezes and the waves were breaking on the shore in a gentle soothing roar after their long march across the ocean. The sun had heated the white sand to an almost unbearably hot temperature. The cove is open to the ocean, but is really very closed on the landward side being hemmed in by rocky cliffs and dense thickets of trees and underbrush. In other words, it is the perfect place to take a nude sunbath.

Since I was getting a bit warm, I decided to take a quick dip in my little secluded piece of ocean. With my semi-erect cock leading the way, I walked down to the wter's edge and tested the water temperature with my toe, not that it mattered much since I was going into the water anyway. The water was fairly warm and I quickly walked out until just the head of my cock bobbed in the water, then I dove in and came up sputtering but much cooler than I had been just a few minutes earlier. I soaked in the salt water for about ten minutes or so and started a slow side stroke towards the beach. When I reached shallower water, I stood up. My cock had become flaccid during my swim and dripped water from the tip as if I were pissing. I dripped my way back to my blanket and flopped down. I figured that I'd let the sun dry me before I went up to the house and had a drink.

After about five minutes, I decided I was dry enough and stood up to pick up my stuff. That's when I saw the girl or young woman emerging from the water in my private cove. My eyes travelled from her head to her foot, llingering a bit longer when they reached her lovely bouncing tits and flat tummy. She wore a small string bikini that left little to the imagination, covering only her nipples and her vagina. The rest of her body was open to inspection and my eyes were definitely working. She was five foot three or so and couldn't have weighed much more than 110, but my eyes were drawn by a set of mammaries that seemed as if they should be on a much larger woman. They were firm with only a little bounce and her nipples were showing through the fabric ofthat covered their splendor. Her hair was flaming red even plastered to her forehead and her eyes were a lovely blue color.

"Hi, there! My name is Beth."

"Hello, mine is John, John McKenzie. This is my private beach you know. It's posted at both ends of the cove." I made absolutely no effort to cover my nakedness and I noticed that Beth didn't blush as her eyes examined me, finally resting on my cock.

"Yes, it is. I saw the signs."

"Then why are you here?"

"I wanted to see the cove from this angle. I do oils and love to paint good scenery. This cove looked ideal from the ocean side, but I wanted to see it from here to see if it would be worth painting. Do you always run around naked?"

"Only when I'm at home and not expecting company and since I have no clothes or a towel, you can either get excited at my nakedness or get offended. It's no difference to me either way. Do you always wear bikinis that cover so little of your body?"

"Only when I'm swimming or sunbathing. Today I was swimming and sunbathing. This is really a very lovely cove and I'd love to paint it, with your permission of course."

"Well, I'd have to be persuaded that it was in my best interests to let you paint here. You've already picked up one strike against you when invaded my privacy."

"I'm sorry about that. What can I do to make up for it?"

I turned to go up the hill just as my cock gave a nice twitch and was beginning to show just how much this vision of loveliness was having on my libido. "Go back the way you came. When you are polite enough to ask permission in a proper manner, I will consider the request. Please don't drown on your way out." 

With that I walked up the hill to my house, dropping the blanket on the deck and putting the rest of my stuff on the counter in the kitchen. I poured myself a double Glenfiddich, took a healthy gulp, and went back to the window overlooking the cove. Beth was almost to end of my property and swimming strongly. I grabbed my binoculars and watched her steady strokes. Her muscles rippled with the movement and my cock drew a bit more blood from my body.

I went in and took a shower to wash the salt off my skin. Just as I finished drying myself, the doorbell rang. I threw on a pair of cutoffs and walked barefoot to the door. I opened it and that same young lady was standing at the door.

"Hello, I'm Elizabeth Montrose. My friends, and some acquaintances call me Beth."

"I'm John McKenzie, what can I do for you Miss Montrose?"

"Please call me Beth."

"OK, what can I do for you Beth?"

"May I come in?"

"Sorry, my manners seem to be lacking today. I seem to have left them on the beach when I confronted a trespasser. Of course, please come in."

"I'm sorry to hear that you had a trespasser. Mr. McKenzie, I came to ask your permission to paint a landscape of your cove. I wouldn't be a bother in any way and I will clean up after myself."

"Please, have a seat. Drink? Coffee, tea, Diet Coke, something stronger?" I poured myself another double Glenfiddich.

"No, nothing thank you." Beth sat in a chair almost directly across from my seat. She was wearing a tube top that showed her breasts to perfection and a pair of loose fitting shorts without underwear. I knew the last because from time to time her leg openings would give me a flash of her red pubic hairs.

"You have a lovely house."

"Thank you. My wife did most of the decorating."

"Oh, you're married?" I saw a slight frown come over her face. I was quickly gone, but it had been there.

"Widowed. She died of multiple sclerosis last year."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Well, she'd been sick for most of her life so, in a way, it was a blessing for the end to come when it did. She went to sleep one night and never woke up. Officially, she had a heart attack. But, I knew what had really killed her and it was the MS." I sipped my Glenfiddich and set it down. "So what brings you to Loch Mourne?"

"Loch Mourne?"

"That's what I call my cove."

"Oh. Well, to answer your question, I am on vacation from my job in New York--"

"What do you do?"

"I'm a computer analyst for a rather nice bunch of people, but it does get hectic."

"I know, I'm a programmer."

"Really? What language?"

"Mostly Pascal but some C++ from time to time when the mood strikes. Go on with why you are here."

"I went swimming today and saw your cove from the ocean side."

"You went swimming alone in the ocean?"

"Oh, I'd never do that. My sister, Diane, was with me, but she didn't want to enter your cove because of the signs and stayed on the beach. Anyway, when I swam into the cove to see if it would be worth painting, I met this really good looking guy who was really mean down on the beach. He suggested that I come and ask the owner if I could possibly paint a landscape of his cove. So here I am. May I?"

"May you what?"

"May I paint your cove?"

"I don't know yet. I'll think about it. Where's your sister Diane now?"

"She's at the motel. After all that water and salt she didn't feel up to coming with me."

"Which hotel might that be?"

"The Beachcomber. We share a room."

"I know the place. Nice. You must have a good salary to be able to afford to stay there."

"We saved all year for this trip and now some nasty man has put a damper on our entire vacation."

"Well, Beth Montrose, I am sorry of that gentleman on the beach got nasty, but that's what he does when somebody comes into his cove uninvited. Now I have a few more questions for you."

"What?"

"First of all, do you always go around in a tight tube top that shows your tits to perfection? And," I raised my hand to stop her from answering right away, "do you always were shorts with openings large enough to expose your lovely redheaded pussy? Now you may answer."

"Only when I am trying to seduce a man that has a cove that I want to paint." She smiled a beguiling smile that would have made any cock harden and mine was no exception.

"Does that happen often?"

"Up until today, it has never happened."

"I guess I should be flattered then."

"Well, I was really hoping for horny."

"Being a dirty old man who loves women, especially naked women, I'm always horny. How old are you?"

"Twenty-five."

"Hmmmmm. Old enough to fuck without having to worry about daddy's shotgun and yet young enough to be worth the trouble even with the shotgun. Take your clothes off."

"What?" A look of shock crossed her pretty face.

"Do you want to paint my cove or not?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. But what does one have to do with the other?"

"I love the human form especially the form of the female of the species. If you pass muster in that department, and I will feel your body for any deformities, then you can paint a landscape of my cove. Agreed?"

"How do I know you won't rape me?"

"You don't, but up until the present moment, it has never once happened. My sex partners were always delighted to have my cock inside any or all of their holes."

Beth stood up and removed first her tube top and then her shorts. Her tits were firm and bounced only once or twice before sitting up proudly on her chest. The vee formed by her legs was covered in soft looking red hair. I got up out of my seat, took a sip of my Glenfiddich, set the glas back down on the table and walked over to her. I reached up with my hands and weighed her tits with my hands gently squeezing them and rolling the nipples with my thumbs. Beth moaned. I ran my hands down both sides of her bodies until I came to her hips. I left one hand resting on her hip and moved the other hand to the hair covering the prize I sought. Without a word being said Beth opened her legs wider to allow me access to the treasure. I gently ran my hand across her outer lips and then extended my middle finger and probed her opening, running all the way from the back to the hooded clit in front. Beth was dripping wet and moaning almost continuously as I teased her clit between thumb and forefinger. Her hips started moving involuntarily in a dance as old as mankind. Then she reached into my cutoffs and took my cock in her smallish hand tugging it gently. It was now my turn to moan about my rising lust.

"Beth, I think we can be more comfortable in the bedroom."

"I'm only giving a sample today, lover. You get the real thing when I finish my landscape. Not before."

"Are you kidding?"

"No. A girl has got to have some respect for herself. I never ever fuck on the first date. Maybe the second or third, but never on the first date."

"Oh, God damn! You've got my cock as hard as a rock and you expect me to let you leave?"

"You promised not to rape me. You said you had never raped anybody before."

" I won't and I have never raped anybody, but by God, you are making it tempting. This isn't fair you know. OK. You can paint your damned landscape." I watched with a incredulous gaping mouth as she pulled her clothes back on and turned to leave. "Wait! Don't leave. You can't leave me like this. Don't you have any mercy?"

"Yes, I can leave and I am leaving. I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart. I'll bring my oils and canvas with me. As for being merciful, I was taught that mercy was a fault and since I have no faults, I have no mercy, at least not when it comes to sex. Oh, don't bother to show me out. I can find the way."

As the door closed behind her, I called Beth almost every name I had ever heard a woman called and then invented a few more of my own. I ended up in the bathroom taking matters into my own hands so to speak. The stream of sperm that shot out of my cock would have easily filled three women to their brims, it I'd had three women to fill. As it was, it took me a while to hunt it all down and clean it up. I had sperm everywhere in that bathroom!

The next morning I awoke late after having one lurid fantasy about Beth's body after another. I had not slept well and my cock was still as hard as a bar of steel.

I got up and took one of my few cold showers in an effort to make my dick behave. I threw on the same pair of cutoffs that I had worn the evening before and went down to fix breakfast. As I was cooking the sausage and eggs, I happened to look out the window overlooking the deck. Beth was sitting behind an easel painting her landscape. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.

I finished breakfast and cleared the dishes into the sink. Took two cups of coffee and, after shucking my shorts into the corner, walked naked out to sit down under the umbrella on the deck. As I sat down I called out and asked Beth if she wanted a cup of coffee.

"Just a minute. I just want to get this right before I lose the light."

About ten minutes later she climbed the steps to the deck and took the cup of coffee that was sitting opposite me. A quick bulp brought a look of disgust to her face.

"Ugh! This stuff is stone cold."

"It wasn't ten minutes ago."

"Well, you could have warned me."

"Not my job. If you want fresh, there's some in the coffee pot."

"Thanks. Don't mind if I do" she replied tossing the cold coffee over the railing and going into the kitchen after more. "I'm sorry about leading you on last night. I wasn't very nice of me."

"Not at all lady-like. I at least solved that problem. Images of strangling you sort of helped arouse me enough to finish the job that you had started."

"I said I was sorry."

"Well, you only have today to finish your painting. After that, my permission to enter my property is rescinded."

"You can't do that!"

"As the property owner, I most certainly am within my rights to do whatever I want with my property."

"It isn't fair! I won't have time to get even halfway done by this afternoon."

"I never said I was fair. To paraphrase something you said, fairness is a weakness and I am anything but a weak man. I suggest you get a camera and take a photo of the cove from where you are sitting because after today, you won't see it again in person."

"You bastard!"

"I've been called worse. And, there may be a remote possibility of that being true."

I stared at Beth's naked body, drinking in her magnificent tits and small rounded tummy without ever getting even a hint of a reaction from my "little head." I was still too angry at her for the way she had left me the night before and sex with her was, for the moment, the farthest thing from my mind.

Beth jumped up and stomped her barefeet all the way to the sand. I watched the muscles of her buttocks as they extended and contracted while she ran for her easel and beach bag. I had been treated to a beautiful sight and my cock began to stir just a little when I thought about how much I was going to regret the stand that I had taken with her. 

Beth grabbed a blouse and a wraparound skirt and quickly threw them on before rounding the corner of the house. I heard a car door slam shut and she was back in a couple of minutes with a digital camera taking pictures of the cove from every conceivable angle. Then she threw the camera into the beach bag along with her paints and unused brushes. Grabbing the easel she turned once again for the side of the house and stomped her way around it. A few seconds later I heard a car door slam and an engine started with such ferocity that she must have red-lined the tach in 3 seconds flat. I figured that I would never see Beth again. I was wrong.

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That night brought more dreams of a lovely nubile 25-year old body bouncing on my cock while red hair was flying in all directions. When I awoke at five in the morning, my cock was very, very hard--how hard you ask? Hard enough to drill through rock, never mind into a pussy. Even a cold shower couldn't bring it down so I resorted to a repeat visit by Maggie and her four daughters. They succeeded in making my dick behave with only about three minutes worth of work. Once again, the sperm had flown everywhere in making their escape from my balls and cockhead.

I fixed breakfast for myself and added a generous dollop of Royal Lochnagar Scotch to my coffee. My big head was telling me I needed something to take the edge off the headache I had. My little head was still thinking about Beth and what an ass I had made of myself where she was concerned. All the rationalization in the world could not change the fact that my pride had taken a beating and I had retaliated without thinking.

I remembered that Beth had said that she and her sister Diane were staying at the Beachcomber which was one of the fanciest, if not THE fanciest in the neighborhood. They either had some money or they were going to be hitting the bottom of their pocketbooks in short order. It was that kind of place with those kinds of prices. Even with all the money I had stashed away, I avoided the Beachcomber like the plague.

Feeling rather sheepish and in need of doing some serious apologizing for my very bad behavior, I called the Beachcomber and asked for Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery. They had never heard of anybody by that name, nor had they heard of her sister Diane. Now that was just something that made little sense. Thinking she may have made a mistake in the name of the hotel, I decided on a course of action. Since there are only a couple of motels and hotels in the area, I called them all with the same results. As far as having accomodations in one of the local establishments, the two of them didn't exist.

About this time, I decided I needed to get some clothes on and go looking for my wayward trespasser so I pulled on a pair of gym shorts that barely did the job of covering my essential genitalia and a cut-off t-shirt that showed my stomach in all its unholy shape. Slipping a pair of sandals on my feet, I walked out my back door and, much to my surprise found that there wasn't a need to search any further. I almost tripped over the two of them as I came down from the deck. Both of them were wearing very skimpy bathing suits that, while they covered everything that mattered, left little else to the imagination. They were both still asleep on blankets laid on the sand and I took a moment to enjoy two beautiful semi-naked women.




The Beach



Beth's flaming red hair was matched by the golden red of her sister's mane. Both of them had bodies worth killing for though Diane was probably a tad heavier than Beth's 110 pounds. I was sure that the tits were almost the same size, but once again I was wrong. I just needed some time to find that out. I have to tell you that I am a complete sucker for redheads, especially if they are truly redheads as Beth had already proven to be.

As I watched, Beth's sister rolled over and opened a pair of very blue eyes. "You must be the room service that I ordered last night."

"And you must be Diane of the golden hair."

"You got it pal. If you're the owner of this hotel, I want to complain about the accomodations and the room service."

I chuckled a bit. "Well, I am the owner and the complaints are duly noted and will be taken up with the appropriate staff whenever they report for duty."

"Beth told me you were a wise ass. She wasn't wrong."

"I've been accused of being worse and considering how badly I treated her, I deserve to be called a wise ass and much worse. Are you up for some breakfast?"

"Let me get Beth up. Hey! Wake up sleepyhead. Room service decided to fill the order after all."

Beth moaned as she rolled over. She groaned when she saw me standing there looking down on the two of them. "OK, I know. We'll be on our way. Sorry to have used your deck for a bedroom, but we didn't have any place else to go."

"Money run out?"

"Never had any to begin with, at least not enough for a vacation around here."

"Why'd you tell me you were at the Beachcomber?" 

"Well, I was in enough hot water with you already, so I figured what the hell, maybe one more small lie wouldn't hurt and you'd think I had some money and connections."

"Come on. I'll fix us all something. I've eaten already, but I'll join you for a cup of coffee."

"Are you sure? You were ready to have me arrested for trespassing yesterday."

"I'm sure. Now up and at 'em. Bathroom is the first door on the left if you need to freshen up."

Beth made a beeline for the bathroom and, in her haste, forgot to completely shut the door. I could hear the tinkle she made as she relieved her bladder. Diane hung back and looked me over as I looked her over.

"You're not half bad looking for an older man, you know that?"

"Well, thanks--I think!"

"I can see you like what you are looking at too."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. A good stiff dick is a dead give-away."

"Sorry. It seems to have a mind of its own sometimes."

"Don't be sorry." Diane came closer and reached out her hand, grasping my hardening dick through my gym shorts. "Hey, I like what I feel in my hand. I wonder how it will feel in my pussy."

"I can give you a demonstration if you'd like."

"I bet you would Mr. MacKenzie. Diane, it's your turn to use the bathroom."

Diane gave my cock a squeeze and said "Keep it hard until I get back and I'll take you up on your offer."

"Do you always try to fuck the girls that come into your house?"

"Beth, I only fuck them when they want it. Your sister looks and talks like she wants to feel my dick stir around inside her cunt. If she's willing, I'll be more than happy to oblige her."

"Like hell!"

"OK. I admit that I did not behave very well towards you before. Let's bury the hatchet."

"Oh the hatchet is buried already. I just want some of that meat hanging between your legs for myself."

"There's more than enough for both of you either separately or together, makes no difference to me. But first, you two must be famished so sit down and have some breakfast."

The girls sat facing each other with me in between and to one side of them. As they ate, we kept up a bit of small talk and both of them took turns running a hand over my prick, the prick that was going to fill their cunts as my food had filled their bellies. Pushing her plate away, Diane reached behind herself and untied the bra holding her breasts high on her chest. When she pulled her bra away, her breasts may have given up an inch or two to gravity, but they remained bouncing high on her chest. Beth did the same with her bra and I noticed that her breasts were a bit larger but no less firm than Diane's. Then, as if they had rehearsed the moves, they both stood up and dropped their bikini bottoms. They were both natural redheads and though Diane kept her pussy hair trimmed shorter than Beth, my cock rose in appreciation. They both reached over and pulled my gym shorts off me, letting them drop at my feet. I stepped out of them and nodded towards the bedroom.

"We'll be much more comfortable in there, I think."

"OK with us. A soft bed would be nice right now."

We went into my bedroom and flopped in a pile of arms and legs in the center of the king size bed. The sun streamed through the gauze drapery and highlighted the red of the two girls' beautiful hair. Diane was not in the least bit shy about grabbing my cock and pulling me close to her body. My mouth found a lovely tit prying at my lips and I gently sucked the nipple, nursing at what had to be at least a C cup breast. Beth was a bit more reserved in her approach and then it hit me. These two were supposed to be sisters. I had no idea if they had ever considered incest as part of their lovemaking. From Beth's reaction, I didn't think it had.

My hands were busy with two very wet and hot pussies. I finger fucked them until they made squishing sounds and they were both moaning. Diane pulled my cock to her cuntlips and wrapped her ankles behind my back pulling me into her body in one thrust. I went balls deep inside her and she held me there while she caught her breath which had been coming in gasps and pants. Beth rolled us both over so that Diane was now on top and sank her pussy right over my mouth. My tongue was in heaven. My nose was overloaded with a very intoxicating smell of raw female sex. The honey I was slurping up was like the finest, smoothest Scotch I had ever put in my mouth and hardened my already hard pole poking into Diane's steamy depths.

Diane began a gentle up and down motion mixed with an occasional pubic grind that soon had me ready to flood her cunny with my hot baby-making sauce. Before I could cum, Diane lifted herself off my cock and rolled away allowing Beth to have a turn. Beth impaled herself on my dick and Diane lowered her pouting nether lips to my mouth. If I thought that Beth had tasted like the best nectar available, I was being treated to another version that was just as good if not better. 

Diane wasn't satisfied with just sitting on my face and letting me lick her horney slit. She did her grinding routine and I soon found my nose poking into her backdoor. I moved my face only an inch or two and stuck my tongue where my nose had been. Diane moaned and flooded my chin with a large quantity of hot girl cum. That put me over the edge and I erupted inside Beth's cunt, filling it with my hot sperm as I thrust as deep into her body as I could go. She had been incredibly tight when I first entered her, but her vaginal muscles went into spasms that almost squeezed my cock off at the root. 

They both collapsed beside me on the bed.

"Damn, John. Where did you get all that cum?"

"That's nothing, Beth. I can cum like that four and five times a day at least."

"Diane, I think we are going to fuck this guy's brains out and then come back for horny seconds."

"Yeah, Beth, do you think he can handle two nymphomaniacs?"

"I don't know. How about it, John? Can you handle the two of us?"

"I'll die trying or succeed beyond your wildest dreams. Shall we find out?"

"Well, you can fuck Diane for now. I want to catch the light and finish that painting I was working on." As I grimaced she added "Don't worry. I'll be back for more. It's just that Diane needs to get some cum in her as badly as I needed my dose." With that she swung her legs over the side of the bed and waggled her ass through the doorway. 

Diane brought my attention back to sex by inhaling my semi-flaccid cock far into her throat. The girl had talent and soon had me hard as a piece of steel ready to shoot another gigantic load of sperm into a receptive mouth. But, I had other plans for that load and it didn't include being swallowed into her stomach. I wanted to plant it as deep as I could between her legs. I gently disengaged my cock from the vacuum that was threatening to draw my cum up from my toes and flipped Diane down onto her stomach. I pulled up at her hips and positioned my dick at the entrance to her love hole. A gentle poke found me balls deep in her amazingly tight pussy. I could feel her inner muscles working on my cock, trying to pull it deeper and deeper inside her despite the fact that my nutsack would never fit. The pressure finally sucked the cum out of my balls and I could feel the rush as it roared along the length of my prick and deep inside Diane's hot pussy. 

I held my cock as deep inside Diane as I could unltill it started to go soft on me and finally plopped out trailing a stream of sperm behind it. I quickly ducked my head and started slurping up the mixture of our juices causing Diane to moan even louder and to spasm one last time before she went totally limp and passed out. I covered her naked body with a sheet and let her sleep. Getting to my feet I walked into the den and poured a good double shot of Royal Lochnagar and took it out to the deck to drink.

Looking down on Beth's naked body made me horny all over again, but I decided to let her paint for awhile. The wait would also serve to recharge my libido and allow my balls to make more baby cream. I leaned back on my deck chair and closed my eyes. When I awoke, the sky was a rosy red with sunset and Beth was washing my cock and balls with her tongue. My nose picked up the aroma of food being cooked, but the sensations coming from between my legs overcame any other physical hunger I may have had.

"Mmmmm. That's nice, sweetheart. Yeah, right there just behind th crown. Oh, yeah, you found the spot."

Beth looked up and smiled around my cock. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunset which was almost as red as her hair. Her mouth and tongue had me as hard as steel and she lifted her mouth from my cock replacing it with her cunt which slid over my prick as if I had been greased with butter. 

"Did you finish your painting?"

"Uh huh. I sure did. Now I'm going to make you as sore as you've ever been in your life. Diane's cooking supper for us."

"What are we having?"

"Hot pussy and hardened cock."

"I mean for supper."

"Diane found the fixings and is doing the cooking. She told me how you ate her pussy after you had cum. I wish I could have seen that."

"Maybe you can feel it instead."

"Hmmmmm. Maybe."

Beth moved in small, slow circles on my lap and swayed in time to an invisible and inaudible musical beat. I reached up and cupped her tits kneading them gently and rolling the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until she started panting. The tempo increased and I knew I was beginning to get to her. Her pussy got even slicker than it had been and her hair started flying in ten directions all at once. I started humping my dick deeper into her cunt and the cum started its journey once again. I stood up and laid Beth down in the chair, never withdrawing my dick from her spasming pussy. Then I felt the ultimate rush as my cock spewed its hot sperm deep inside her receptive womb. As my dick softened, I pushed my face in between Beth's legs and slurped up the creamy mixture of my sperm and her female secretions. She moaned in ecstacy and spasmed one last time holding my mouth tight to her quim.

Diane looked at us and said "If you two are quite done fucking, dinner is just about on the table. By the time you get done washing up it should be ready to eat."

I beat Beth to the bathroom only because her legs were still too rubbery for her to stand on. As I left, she entered and closed the door behind her.

"Your sister seems to have really changed her attitude since this morning."

"My sister? You think Beth is my sister?"

"Well, isn't she? She called you her sister."

"She told you that?"

"Yes, she did."

"John, there's something the three of us have to talk about after supper. Don't push it for now or the mood will be broken and may never be fixed."

"OK. I will wait until after supper, but something tells me that I'm in for some kind of surprise."

"Oh, you're in for a surprise all right. I just don't know how you are going to react to it, that's all. Beth why don't you sit over there, honey?"

"What were you two talking about?"

"John and I were discussing you, but I told him it would have to wait until after supper."

"Are you sure about this Diane?"

"Yes, Beth. It'll be all right. Now let's have something to eat. I'm starved."

We made small talk until the meal was over. Diane and Beth cleared the remains of our culinary assault and poured me a very generous dollop of my scotch whiskey. Diane fixed them both a gin and tonic and we all sat down on the deck wearing nothing more than smiles all around.

OK, Diane, what's this all about? Beth says you are her sister and you are saying Beth isn't your sister."

"First, John, did you enjoy today? Did you enjoy fucking Beth? Was she hot enough for you?"

"Very much so, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with what we have to tell you. Beth isn't my sister. That's a story we fabricated and decided we would use if we ever found ourselves in the situation that we found ourselves in today."

"OK. You're not related."

"I didn't say that."

"Then you are related?"

"Yes, but not as two sisters. Beth is my brother. Her real name is Paul. She underwent a sex change operation about two years ago and has just now started coming out of her shell when it comes to men getting intimate with her. In fact, you are the first man that has ever made love to her."

"You're pulling my leg right? I fucked her. I sucked her tits. Damn it, I ate her pussy after we fucked."

"Yes, you did. Remember the other day when she wouldn't let you get anywhere near her body with your cock?"

"Yeah."

"She was scared that she wouldn't pass muster as a woman."

"She passed muster with flying colors. I would never have guessed that Beth had been a man."

Beth had been silent up to this point. "I was also afraid of what you might say if you found out."

"Beth, my dear, you are one great fucking lady. I can understand why you and Diane may have been a bit scared of my reaction, but...why did you pick me in the first place?"

"Your house was remote and we had been checking you out for about a week or so before we even left home together. Diane came down her last month to look the place over and you seemed to be a rather nice guy from what she could see."

"Well, I sure didn't see her."

"She didn't want you to see her."

"That's right John. My job was to try to find somebody I thought would be good for Beth's first try in fucking like a woman."

"Pour me another shot of scotch will you? Nah--better make that a triple." Diane stirred herself from her seat and walked past me wiggling her hips.

"So, John, are you going to toss us out on our ears?"

"No, Beth, I'm not. In fact, if you're horny enough, I want to fuck you again."

"Really?"

"Really. But, if we are going to do this, we have to do this right. You and Diane are welcome to stay for as long as you want to stay. The only conditions are that we never again lie to each other about anything and that all three of us agree to fuck each other silly whenever one or more of the others wants it. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Diane?"

"Agreed. We have to close up our home in New York and settle some business, but we will be more than happy to live with you under those conditions."

"Good. Now, I promised Beth the next fuck, but my mouth is still available to eat your pussy, Diane."

"Sounds good to me." I put my cock deep into Beth's manufactured pussy and groaned as Diane sat on my face. Was this heaven or what?

That was three years ago and in the entire three years we have fucked and sucked each other daily. We wear no clothing unless we are going out somewhere or are expecting company which isn't often since we tend to stay to ourselves. And, I no longer have need for a string of girlfriends to keep me satisfied. 

Diane and Beth enjoy eating each other out as much as I enjoy eating them. They both love anal and I have learned to take a strap-on dildo up my anus without any discomfort as well. So what if Beth started life as a male. She was all female now and that is what counts, at least as far as the three of us are concerned. 

My private section of beach will soon hear the wailings of our first born. Diane is expecting about Easter and Beth is already planning on spoiling our child rotten. If it's a boy, we've decided that we're going to name him Paul.



The Beach



How we really needed a holiday. The year just seemed to be fraught with difficulties and stresses but when you think of it when was it ever really easy. I had chosen our holidays this year, a tropical island, clean empty beaches and warmth and of course lots of jokes about me wanting the all over tan.

Of course the first day was exploring and just finding that we were one of very few. I had convinced you to join me on a picnic on a deserted beach. We had some food and drink, the sun , the sea and each other. I quickly took off my clothes to enjoy the feel of the sun and wind on my body. You kept your bikini bottoms on since you did not feel my desire for a tan, also as you said you had some modesty.

The water was lovely and cool and refreshed us wonderfully which was what we wanted. Then it was to our meal and champagne. Sleepily I lay in the sun letting the mood lead my into a lethargic sleep, you by my side. We had slathered ourselves with sunscreen and so shone in the sun oiled and sedate. 

My dream was sensuous and arousing, I felt as though my cock lay in a warm, moist pussy. Thrusting in and out of that welcoming orifice. Then I awoke and soon looking down saw you sucking on my hard cock, your tongue circling and stroking my head. Without thought I held my hands on your head, you looked up and said " so you are up sleepy head" with that sexy grin I find arousing.

By this time I was so deep in your mouth and my need that all I could do was grunt. Then I was spurting my cum into your mouth,you swallowed and allow some to run down your chin. Finally my cock shrinks and I kiss your mouth tasting my cum on it. I see that you are naked. 

You push me onto my back and straddle my body, my cock growing as you let your wet pussylips running along my cock. Soon so soon it is hard again wanting you, needing you. You slide the head of my cock between your lips and then as I beg you, as I try to thrust into you, you slide my cock deep into your pussy.

You ride me, a naked Amazon taking my hard, strong cock into you. I thrust again and again into you. Then you cum, your back arching with the pleasure you feel. With my cock still hard and my body in desperate need of orgasm I pull you over onto the blanket and pin you to the sand. My cock still deep in you I thrust harder and deeper into you. I kiss you passionately and grind against your clit and into your ready pussy that grips and pulses around my hard cock. 

I feel you cum again and I savagely ram my cock into you, strong, hard movements and my cock slides in and out of you in the desperate rhythm of passion. Then I cum, I thrust hard into you again and again spurting my hot cum into your waiting pussy, filling you. As I thrust into you, you cum again. 

We collapse and after a time we stir and finally laughing I pull you to your feet and naked we run into the clear blue sea. Swimming we wash the cum from our bodies. Watching you I think of a mermaid, a siren to drive me to despair with the need and lust for you. I swim closer to you and take you into my arms since we are only waist deep. 

My hands hold your breasts, pinching and holding your hard nipples. My lips and teeth nibbling at your ears and neck. I push open your legs and curl them around the back of my legs. A hand snakes between your legs and strokes gently between your legs then harder at your clit. The warm water helping sustain my erection. 

You let me hold you off the sand as my cock slid into your pussy. We dance in the water as I float you up and down my shaft. My hardness sliding into your ready pussy. Your groans adding to our water ballet and then you cum. As you cum I thrust harder into you, your body held against mine.

My cock bursts with cum into your pussy, pulling from you I see my white cum floating in the sea. We kiss entwined in the water. I rise from the water and grab our clothes and towels and race to the Buro on the cliff above us. I hear you cursing me as naked you climb the path till you join me naked on the sun deck.

My God I am so horny and my cock seems to be constantly hard. Both of us seem to be held in a spell as we kiss passionately and you push on my shoulders. 

With the wood warm beneath my feet, I hold you in my arms and slide down your body until on my knees I part your legs and push you against the wooden fence. I pull your legs around over my shoulders and I lick along your salty pussylips. Push my tongue in and out of your pussy growing wetter with my attention. I pull your pussylips apart and lick around your swollen clit and suck hard on it. The screams that rise from your throat tell me that I am hitting the right spot with you. 

Your juices squirt into my mouth as you cum again. Your cries echoing into the sea. I lick you clean and taking you on my shoulders I take you to the sun bed lay you on it and pulling my body up your body, golden from the sun, I thrust my cock hard and wanting you into that pussy that I need so much. 

I rock my cock in and out of your pussy, a pussy gushing and overflowing in juice. A pussy that I thrust into. I thrust deep and hard into your sensitive flesh. I am so sensitive from our lovemaking that it takes little for me to cum. My cum shoots into your pussy as you cum again at the same time. 

We end in each others arms and finally rise aching and groaning to have a much needed shower. The spell of sea and sun finally reaching us and we enjoy the feel of our naked bodies..... 



The Beach



I first saw you on the beach. You were wearing a one piece bathing costume, yellow and exquisitely brief. I could see you nipples clearly through the material as you walked out of the water and, as you passed me I turned to see that there was a thin thong between your buttocks. I felt a quick stirring in my groin. This was the nicest ass I had seen in a long while. You sat down on your towel not far away and dried yourself. You blonde hair lay wet to your shoulders and as you dried it your breasts moved seductively. I decided then and there I must get to know you better. I just didn't realise how well I would soon know you!

As I approached you, you looked up at me and I felt my heart skip a beat as our eyes locked. Such eyes. They were deep blue and I felt that they pierced my soul. You smiled as I said 

"Hi."

I felt very awkward talking to you, 'picking you up' but you made me feel at ease as I sat down beside you. I kept having to turn away from you, trying to hide the bulge in my pants. My cock was so hard as I looked at your body, your firm breasts, your flat stomach, the yellow triangle of your swimsuit between your legs. We talked a while of things of no consequence. My heart was thumping in my chest as I asked you home and I felt the bitter disappointment as you said no. Then with a teasing smile that I would come to know very quickly you invited me to your house.

You stood up, turned your back on me and bent over to pick up your bag. I will never forget the look of your ass. The yellow thong straining between your legs, the roundness of your ass, these are etched deeply in my memory. I got my stuff and we walked to your house, it was near the beach and you told me you often sunbathed here.

As you let me in to the hallway I didn't have time to tell you that I thought you were beautiful, you pushed me back against the wall and kissed me, your tongue sliding into my mouth. I felt your body pressing hard against mine. I ran my hands down your back, over the swell of your ass until I clasped your bum in my hands. I pulled you hard against my stiff cock. Our tongues were locked in a wet kiss, exploring each others mouth. Then you pulled away. In your eyes was a look of longing, of desire, of lust. I looked back at you, my dick throbbing as you ran your fingernails over my chest. Your fingers touched my short and you ran your fingers over my cock. Then with that teasing smile again you pulled the shoulder straps of your bathing suit down over your shoulders. I gazed at your tits, perfect rounded tits, the nipples hard and standing out. You turned you back on me and eased the suit over your hips pulling it down and kicking it away. I followed your naked, swaying ass as you led me to the lounge-room. You stopped when you reached one of the lounge chairs and turned around. A smile was on my face as my eyes took in your shaved pussy. The smooth pubic mound took my breath away as I staredat the crease between your thighs. 

"You can't fuck me with your clothes on," you said as I continued to stare at your cunt. 

I quickly pulled my shirt and shorts off. My hard cock stood out in front of me and I could feel your eyes on it. 

"I'm sorry it's not real big," I stammered. 

"It's big enough to fuck my asshole," you replied. 

"You do want to fuck my asshole don't you David?" 

"Oh God, Yes, Dee," I whispered. "I'll fuck you anyway you want me to!" 

You stretched your hand out and took my balls between your fingers. The fingers of your other hand encircled the shaft of my dick. You moved your hand back and forth a few times. I felt my dick throbbing in your grasp. You licked your lips. All I wanted at that moment was for my cock to be inside you somewhere. In your mouth, your cunt, your ass, anywhere! You let go of my cock and faced away from me. I watched as you placed your feet apart and leant forward over the arm of the chair, presenting your ass to me. I ran the fingers of my right hand up the inside of your legs. My hand touched your pussy, feeling how wet it was and you moaned a little as I stroked my finger over you. I moved my finger from your wet cunt, stroking it up between the cheeks of you ass till I felt your asshole. I rubbed my fingertip over it, feeling you push back against me. 

"You really are an anal slut aren't you?" I said as the tip of my finger slipped into you. 

"Oh yes I am. An ass-fucking little whore," you replied. 

I took my finger away from your butt and leaned forward. I put my lips to your asshole and kissed it. Then I pushed my tongue against the tight opening of your ass. You moaned as you felt me lick around your tight little hole and I pulled your cheeks apart with my hands so I could lick you better. I thrust my tongue at your anus and felt it push you open a little. I made sure that you were really wet with my saliva before standing up again.

"Finger-fuck my asshole, David," you whispered breathlessly. "Stick your finger up my ass." 

I looked down at you lying over the arm of the chair, your butt-cheeks wide apart revealing the ring of your ass. I couldn't resist stroking my rigid dick just for a moment looking at you waiting to be pleasured like the whore you were. I took my hand of my penis and touched the end of my middle finger to your anus. You jerked as you felt me push against your ass, pushing back at me, wanting my finger deep inside you. It went in to the first joint. Your asshole was tight around my probing finger. I pulled my finger out again, it needed lubrication. I didn't have far to look for something to lubricate it with. I knew your pussy was soaking wet so I rammed my finger deep into your cunt. It made you scream, not from pain but pleasure and surprise. Your cunt was hot and dripping wet with desire as I screwed it around inside you for a second or two.

Then I pulled it out and, resisting the temptation of licking your cunt juices from my finger, I pushed it at your ass again. This time it began to slip into you more easily. Slowly by moving it in and out, I pushed my finger into your asshole. You moved back and forth with me as I fingered your anus, little moans of pleasure escaping your lips with each backward thrust of your hips. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass, you nasty, dirty little bitch!" I whispered as I slipped my finger out of you. 

By this time I could smell the juice of your pussy. It was sexual, pure lust and sex. My heart was thudding as I put the tip of my cock to your asshole. 

"Ram your cock up me, you bastard," you yelled as you felt the end of my cock touch your anus.

"Fuck me like a bitch!"

I held your hips and pushed. The swollen head of my cock penetrated your asshole. I pushed harder but you felt too tight. With a swift movement of my hips I took the end of my dick away from your ass and slammed it into your cunt. The walls of your hot little cunt seemed to squeeze my cock as I pounded your pussy with a few quick hard thrusts. I grunted as I fucked you, waves of lust making me feel lightheaded. 

"My ass, David," I heard you moan. "Fuck my ass. Bugger me!" 

I pulled my cock out of your cunt and again put the head of it to your asshole. My hands held you around the hips and I pulled your butt towards me. Your asshole seemed to suck my cock into it this time and slowly but surely my rock-hard shaft was forced into your ass. Then it was in as far as it could go. Your anal walls pressed around my penis as I began to fuck you. We moved slowly at first, enjoying the animal feel of ass-fucking. I moaned loudly with every forward thrust of my hips when my dick penetrated your ass to the hilt. I could hear you grunting as we fucked and it turned me on more with every stroke. Sweat ran down my chest as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. You pushed your bum against me in time with my thrusting. 

"Slut!" I yelled. 

I felt faint as I called you a slut. You knew as well as I did that it was in no way an insult calling you a slut but a compliment to your wonderful animal lust. 

"Slut! Bitch! Whore! Fucking anal slut!" I cried as I fucked your ass harder and faster. 

"Ram my ass! Fuck me you bastard! Fuck your hard cock up my ass!" you yelled in reply. 

My thighs slapped against your buttocks as I pulled you onto my thrusting dick. I could feel the blood rushing in my head as I pounded your asshole. It would not be long before I came at this rate. Your tight little anus suddenly seemed to get tighter, squeezing along the length of my cock. I heard your grunts and moans become screams of animal pleasure as I pounded your ass, screwed your ass, fucked your ass. 

"Cum in me David!"you cried out. 

"Cum in my ass. Fill me with your spunk!" 

My cock seemed to explode as you called that out. I threw my head back and yelled as I felt my cock start to pump cum deep into your sweet asshole. 

"Fuck your ass, bitch!" I screamed. "Fill your slut's ass full of my cum!! Fuck you slut!!" 

You pushed back at me hard as my cock spurted the cum into your asshole. I could feel you screwing your ass against my pumping, throbbing dick. I let out a long grunting moan as I felt the orgasm subside, my cock going limp inside you. I fell to my knees behind you, my cock slipping out of your ass. I could hardly breathe, such was the intensity of me cumming up your ass. You struggled around into some sort of sitting position on the chair. You looked at my cock and then up to my face. Your 'come fuck me' eyes looked at me and you got that teasing smile again. 

"We better go have a shower," you said. "Then I'm gonna suck your cock till you beg for mercy!"

Email me if you want some more pics ok? 



The Beach



Special thanks to BDSM Bill for helping with the editing of this story. Bill Sir Your gift of inspiration, motivation, acceptance and friendship are appreciated more than i may ever say. Thank you for everything. niyah

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Janet awakened startled. The phone was ringing. She turned over and stretched out pale flesh as soft fingers grabbed the receiver. 

"Hello?" she said. 

"What's up?" The voice said. 

"Hey baby. Good morning. How are you baby?" Janet said. 

"Good morning. Busy day today. I am calling to see if you can get away on Friday. All day and possibly all night." He said. 

"Well Ben, I don't know. What is my reason?" she purred back. 

"I want you to come with me to the beach." He replied. 

"OH! Yes, Ben, of course. I will arrange it and go," she practically squealed. 

"Great. I cannot wait to hold you, sweet darlin'," Ben said in a warm voice. 

"I can't wait either, baby." She replied. 

"Ok, I will meet you at the hotel parking lot, and we will travel together to the beach," Ben said. 

"Ok, baby, until then," Janet said. 

"Until then darlin'," He said. 

"Bye, hon," Janet said softly. 

"Bye bye. I will try to call you later," Ben said. 

The phones were hung up. Janet turned over in bed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it closely to her. Wow, she never thought in a million years he would actually go through with taking her somewhere. Not just somewhere, but taking her to the beach for an entire day, possibly a night. Janet's green eyes sparkled as thoughts drifted toward the upcoming trip. She sat straight up in bed. "Oh my God, what will I wear?" she cried to no one. 

Ben heard the excitement in Janet's voice and he smiled. He was glad he would be able to get away and take her to a place where they could spend some unrushed time together. He chose the beach as it was his favorite and he wanted to share the happiness he always felt there. He had already told his wife he was going away on business and would probably have to spend the night. So as long as Janet was able to cover her end, they would have at least one night together. 

Janet spent the day looking through her wardrobe, trying to find something to take with her. She arranged to take off work and then decided to go shopping. She wanted something special to wear for Ben, something sexy, slinky and teasing to his eyes. Ben liked her to wear nice things for him, even if they only had a couple of hours together. She would meet him at the door wearing something different each time. He enjoyed it very much. He would always compliment her and it would make her heart beat quicker.

Ben was busy at work but decided to call Janet, just to let her know he was thinking about her. His day was going to shit fast but he had Friday to look forward to and he would make love to her as many times as she could handle. He laughed to himself at that one. He looked out the window and noticed the sun bathing the sidewalk. The grass was so green today. The air was crisp and cool he had noted on the way inside. Ben picked up the phone and hit the speed dial and heard the ring.

"Hey baby," Janet said first thing.

"Hey darlin'." Ben said. "I thought I would give you a call and see how you were doing and let you know I was thinking about you."

"Awww, thank you babe. You are so sweet," Janet said. "I am out shopping. I need to find something new to wear for you Friday."

"Don't go through a lot of trouble baby. You won't be in clothes for long. I had thought more along the lines of being naked the entire time. Is that OK with you?" He laughed as he said this.

"Laughs. Yes of course that is wonderful. I want you so badly that naked sounds beautiful and erotic to me," Janet said.

"Me to darlin'." Ben said.

"Well, baby, I am gonna buy something new anyway. Perhaps just a nightie and a swimsuit or something. I will find something to entice you with," Janet said.

"Darlin', you entice me. You don't need clothes to do that. It is that beautiful smile and wonderful personality that do me in all the time," Ben said in a caressing manner. 

"OK, darlin', I have to go. I have work to get done so we can spend that day together," Ben said. 

"OK, baby. I am heading into the shop now. Talk to you later, OK?" She asked.

"Yes, baby, later," Ben said.

The phones were hung up again. Ben began doing the paperwork again. Janet went and began to shop, trying different lingerie on and frowning at almost every piece that touched her pale, freckle-covered flesh. Janet was getting weary with this expedition, and then finally found the perfect thing. It was a red teddy that was not form fitting. It covered her plush curves well and was very transparent. It had garter belts and red hose that she pulled on. The entire ensemble looked better than anything else she had tried on. She knew he would love it, or at least say he did.

Janet made her purchases and then headed home. She had to get everything ready before her house began to get busy. She packed her suitcase and began to think of her reason for going out of town. She had already called into work for Friday, but she had to tell her family something. She also needed her mom to take her child for the weekend. Janet made the arrangements for her daughter. Finally, her husband was home. She explained to him that some of the girls were getting together for an overnight stay at the beach, friends from her hometown. She really wanted to go and asked if he was OK with this. John told her he was, so everything was set and ready to go.

Friday came, and Janet kissed her daughter goodbye. She told her husband she would call later that night. The day was cool, but clear. The air was so fresh that it felt like she was breathing it for the first time in life. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles. Her pussy ached and throbbed. The breeze blew through her hair, lifting it in the soft puffs of wind. The sun radiated the tresses, making her head seem like it was covered in a roaring fire. The smell of fall was in the air. She could not wait to get to the hotel. Janet climbed into her vehicle and headed for the meeting spot. 

Ben had made excuses with his wife as well and made sure his kids were taken care of for the weekend. He told his wife he had a business conference and would be back Saturday or Sunday. He headed out the door and got into his car. He was having to rein himself in, as he wanted to be there right now. The anticipation was killing him. He sped down the highway, anxious to get there. Finally he pulled into the parking lot, and there she was. He stopped in the entrance and just looked at her. She had not seen him yet so he was able to just watch her. Janet was radiant today. The sun seemed to illuminate her body. She glowed with warmth and sensuality that Ben knew she had no idea she possessed. 

Janet had a hard time accepting compliments. Ben, of course, knew this and he was working on it with her. Janet felt him before she saw him. She stopped what she was doing and looked toward the entrance. There he was, just staring at her. Jane felt the red hue begin to suffuse over her body. How in the world could he just watch her? What did he think about when he did, she wondered? She waved her hand to him. She had her bags out and ready to be loaded into the car. Ben pulled in beside her and got out. He loaded her bags and opened the passenger's door for Janet. She bent and molded herself against the leather seat. The car was so comfortable. The drive would only be a couple of hours. There was lots she could do to cause mischief in that small amount of time. She laughed loudly then. Ben looked at her and saw that glint in her beautiful eyes and knew for certain he was in for lots of surprises. 

He entered the car, looked around, and saw no one about, so he leaned over and captured her mouth with his. The kiss was brief, but the electricity in the car that resulted would power a hundred houses for hours. Ben could see that Janet was breathless from that brief kiss. He knew she was feeling nervous, excited, and emotional all at once. He loved how her body surrendered to his touch. The things she had let him do to her were just unexplainable to him.

He had spanked her hard a couple of times. He remembered the first time he lay her over his knees as he sat on the bed, so the bed supported them both. His hand rubbed the ivory moons. He noted every freckle there. Then, without warning, had brought his hand down with a loud SMACK! Janet had bit her lip then, and had not screamed. He repeated the smacks, noting her flesh turned red, then bright cherry-red, to where the heat was explosive from her cheeks. She was writhing on his lap then. He took his fingers and moved them through the cleft of her ass until he reached her pussy. He was surprised to find it sopping wet.

His cock was already hard, but damn, when he felt her so wet he went rigid. His fingers moved into her. Her walls were hot and slick. She was sweating as she began to beg. He added another finger, and then decided to spank her again. His hands would alternate. Fingers were shoved in, then SMACK as fingers withdrew. He did this for about 15 slaps to the ass when suddenly he felt the change. Janet exploded all over his hand and legs. She was like an ocean. He had never felt someone get so wet and let go so well. Her ass was on fire, though. He knew she would not sit for awhile.

Ben returned to the here-and-now and thought he would have to do the spanking thing again. Janet had been so hot that day. She had lost control, and that is what he wanted her to do. They rode to the beach talking about everything, work, play, home, family, friends, money and of course how things were going with them. He apologized for all the cancelled times, and hoped this trip would make up for it as he intended. Janet sat in the seat, stopped talking, and just watched him. He noticed that she had suddenly been quiet. Then he knew why.

"Baby, could you pull over a moment?" Janet asked.

"Of course, darlin', you OK?" He asked.

"Yes, I am well, hon." She replied.

Ben pulled the car off the shoulder of the road, making sure to be far off the side as he did not wish to have his car door hit off or any other type of accident today. Janet leaned forward and whispered "You have a spot on your pants, Ben. I am just going to see if I can wash it out." Sure enough, Janet leaned over and unbuttoned his trousers and an audible zip was heard following. Ben was rock hard after having remembered the spanking. He caught his breath when he heard her respond to his member. 

Janet leaned forward and found that Ben was hard. She pulled his cock out of his boxers, and in one great lunge consumed his hard meat into her mouth. She took him deep until the head was pushing at the back of her throat. She was consumed with desire then. She knew that her petals were soaked, but she wanted to do this for him. She began to run her tongue up and down the shaft as she moved his cock in and out. Her fingers worked magic on his balls.

Ben was showing signs of being very aroused, to the point of being ready to beg her to hurry. Instead, his hands wrapped in her hair, and he began pushing her onto his cock. He made her keep his pace, not the other way around. Janet felt the change, and she cooed and whimpered. She loved it when he took control like this. She felt him her throat open more. He was almost gagging her with his thick girth. God, his cock was so smooth, and she could taste his pre-cum. Suddenly she heard his voice. He was going to cum. She knew it was happening when she felt the head seem to double in size, blocking her airway. Suddenly, she felt the warm, wet, salty fluid hit her mouth. She began swallowing quickly, as she could still feel him shove her head up and down, up and down. 

Ben felt her mouth wrap around his cock, and it was like heaven, or what he perceived as heaven -- so hot, so slick. He was so turned on, and that she would do this in the car on the highway was just exciting to him. She was relentless, keeping up with the pace he set. He was on fire as she moved her tongue around his shaft, sucking the head every chance he offered, but mostly just moving with him. He felt her fingers graze his balls and squeeze them. His balls were wet from her saliva and his fingers were gripping her hair so tightly. Suddenly, he felt her finger against his ass. He knew what she was about to do but was unsure about it until he felt her push gently into the sphincter. His ass tightened up worse than anything he had ever felt, but her mouth was moving like crazy, and as her finger moved in and out and her mouth up and down he suddenly felt his balls tighten and his body was so close. 

"Oh God, I am going to explode, babe. Here it comes. Oh, yes!!" He yelled.

Janet felt her mouth fill with his essence and slide down her throat. She swallowed with no problem and continued sucking just the head. She felt his hands grip her head holding her still as he enjoyed the feeling and spasms that erupted more juice into her mouth. Finally he released her head. He was breathing heavily and she saw him sitting there in the seat with eyes closed. 

Janet's head came up and her eyes sparkled with lust for him. Her lips were swollen from the pressure of the blow job, and they looked more full and pouty. She kissed his ear and whispered, "Did you enjoy it, baby?" 

"Yes! Darlin' how could I not?" He said.

Things grew quiet then as he grasped her hand and returned to the highway. He wanted to hurry up and get there now. His thoughts wandered to the hotel room he had reserved, the hot tub and the large, king-sized bed. He also could hear the water hitting the beach as the breeze off the ocean would come through the room. 

Janet rested her head against Ben's shoulder and closed her eyes. She was tired now, which was to be expected. They both knew her energy came and went. The car lulled her like a baby. The warmth of his body kept her company in her dreams. It was not long before she felt the car stop. Ben kissed her softly. "Wake up, sleepy head. We are at the hotel, baby," Ben said.

"Oh, wow. I am sorry, Ben. I did not mean to sleep the entire trip," She said.

"It is OK, darlin'." Ben replied.

Ben and Janet exited the car. They were both anxious to get checked in and spend the rest of the day and night together. Ben carried the bags and checked in while Janet waited at the car. He returned with the keys, and led the way to the room. There were pools indoors and outdoors. Janet heard the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach. She could smell the salt, and almost taste it from the breeze that blew past her. They rode the elevator up to the room. Janet was having very naughty thoughts about the elevator. Unbeknownst to her, so was Ben. He looked over at her and saw her flushed cheeks and knew she was thinking just what he was. He laughed out loud at that. Janet looked at him oddly. He just winked. Janet blushed more. 

Ben opened the door to the room and placed the bags at the makeshift closet. "Close you eyes, Janet," He said. Janet closed her eyes like he asked and felt her heart flutter. Ben led Janet toward the in-ground hot tub that sat at the sliding glass doors of the room. "Open your eyes now, honey," He said.

Janet was in awe. The ocean was slamming onto the beach. There was a hot tub in the room where they could open the doors and allow the ocean breeze to caress them as the tub delighted them. She smiled so bright that Ben thought it changed the color of her eyes. "It is lovely Ben. Thank you for this. It is so beautiful here," Janet said.

Ben leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Janet melted and melded her body to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lead the way of things to come. Ben was hard already. He knew they needed to eat but that was what room service was for anyway. He also knew it would be dark soon, and he wanted to walk the beach with her. Ben decided he could not wait. He needed her now. His fingers began removing the buttons from the holes on her shirt. Janet's fingers began tracing patterns on his back. The last button gave and her shirt fell open, revealing the red lace bra she had bought. His eyes lit up at the way her nipples were poking out through the lace. Janet's fingers found the bottom of his shirt, and she pulled it over his head. She tossed it to the ground. 

Ben found the buttons to her skirt and he released that as well. Janet felt the material as it fell down over her hips, with his hands following the slow movement. Janet's fingers found his belt and she removed the buckle and unbuttoned the pants. As she moved down his body her lips found his nipple, then his side, belly, hip, and then, finally, his cock. It was already dripping some as her lips found the tip. Her hands continued removing the clothing as her mouth tasted the delicious flesh. 

Ben knew if he did not stop her he was going to lose it quickly. He wanted her so badly that he was ready to explode with very little contact. Ben wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her away from his shaft. He tugged gently for her to come up to him. His mouth quickly devoured hers, as he removed her bra, and then her panties. He knew she was embarrassed, as she was always shy with him. Eventually, though, he hoped she would get over that. The breeze blew softly through the curtains that covered the sliding glass door. The beach was silent except for the waves crashing onto the surf.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. His lips found hers once more, and then he surprised her. He pointed to the top of the bed, where she saw something dangling. She crawled up there, and what she saw made her eyes pop wide open. There dangling was a silk tie. She wondered when he did this, but did not ask as she felt his hand on her shoulder. Janet complied with the pressure, turned over, and lay upon her back. Ben was on her quickly, his knee pushing her thighs apart as his hands lifted hers to the silk. Janet could feel the hard length of his shaft against her thigh. Her hips automatically moved, trying to caress that piece of him. Ben secured her wrists and made sure that it was not so tight as to cut off circulation. Then he proceeded to do as he had promised once before. 

Janet began to struggle. She was strung as taut as a banjo string right now. She knew the moment his mouth left her lips and moved down toward her breasts what he was going to do now. Her mind was in a frenzy. She did not cum that way. She had once, maybe twice, but no more than twice. She got too uptight, too nervous to relax and allow it to just happen. She had shared this with Ben, and he had said he was going to do that to her one day to show her that she could relax, and she would cum. Janet's eyes closed as she tried to relax. His mouth was biting her nipples over and over again. Janet was squirming beneath him as her hips still undulated, reaching for his thigh. He pressed his thigh down and felt her grind against it hard. Ben was glad he was able to turn her on like this. He continued to move his thigh rhythmically against her mound, his mouth wreaking havoc on the hard buds. Janet's pussy was randy against his leg. He moved rapidly down her abdomen. His tongue drew traces and circles down her belly, until he reached her mound of shaved petals. His fingers parted the silky petals, and he dipped his tongue into that fountain like a pen to ink. 

Janet arched off the bed the moment his tongue touched her there. She moaned and panted with each stroke of his tongue. Her heart raced, and she moved as much as she could on the bed. Her hands pulled at the silk ties. She yanked against it and cried out in total frustration. The pressure was building. It was getting autoerotic and so wet. She was beginning to sweat and panic. Ben was relentless. He would not let up. He kept the stroking up as his fingers entered her deep. He moved them in and out. She was soaked and drowning in her own essence. He could feel her walls shuddering and know she was close. "I know you are close, honey. Just relax. You can do this. I know you can, and you will," Ben said.




The Beach



"Oh, oh, oh, this is torture," she cried out.

Ben continued his assault on her clit. She was so very, very close, when suddenly she felt his teeth. About the time his teeth bit down into that tender bud, he slid a third finger deep inside her. Janet came off the bed with both hips. She screamed loudly as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her body bucked beneath his mouth and her juices flooded his hand. She sounded like she was crying as she came. Ben knew though that this is how she sounded when she really came. He continued to bite that pearl a little more as he wanted her to truly get the most out of this. Janet knew if he kept biting her she would lose consciousness, or so she thought. His fingers did not stop. Ben kept the movement in and out of the spasming barrier, and his teeth kept scraping that swollen bud. It was solid and swollen. It was in perfect shape to pierce. He continued playing with her for another five minutes or so, and then stopped. 

Ben moved up her body, and in one swift motion was buried to the hilt inside her tight, honey-coated opening. She cried out again as his girth stretched her so wide. God, she was smooth and fine. The one thing that always amazed him was how constricted she was, and how snug he felt inside her. His lips found hers, and she could taste her sweetness on him. Their tongues played like dolphins in the surf. His cock moved in and out slowly. He pushed forward and pulled out gently. He continued to yield and resist inside her. Her legs lifted and allowed him even deeper access. His teeth found her neck and she felt him bite her there. She loved it when he bit her. Ben could feel her fingers on his back. She dragged her nails down his back lightly. She knew she could not leave any marks. He trusted her, as she did him. They had a perfect situation that was enjoyable for them both. Ben wanted to bury himself in her abysmal well. He wanted her ass so badly. Janet stopped him. She whispered something in his ear, and he stopped dead inside her.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Untie me, lover. I want to give you a gift," she replied.

Ben withdrew carefully, not wanting to lose his erection or to cum by accident. He untied her from the headboard. His eyes never left hers as she looked deeply into his. Then, with a smile, she turned over. She placed her head down upon the pillow and allowed her ass to press high up toward the ceiling. His heart about stopped. He knew what she was offering now. He was in total shock. He did not think she would ever let him do this. She was always telling him he was too thick for her. She pulled something out from under the pillow and he saw that it was the bottle of anal ease. He almost came just at the thought of going inside that ass. He was speechless. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. His lips moved down her back, and he even kissed the pale half moons of her ass. 

Janet knew he would be surprised, and she was so joyful for the look that his eyes gave her. She knew this was special to him, and would be for them. She felt his fingers slide into her tunnel and pull forth her essence. She could feel his fingers sliding past her puckered hole, coating it with her own cum. She then felt the coldness of the anal ease. She jumped when it was applied to her hole. Janet halfway screeched as it chilled her. Ben chuckled a little at this. He then began to work the anal ease into her ass. He lubed her well, and made sure to stretch her a little before he even attempted to place his member there. The time neared, as he was able to put three fingers in and past her muscle. He held his fingers in her ass and opened her. He thrust forward, placing the head at her entrance, and felt her tense immediately.

"Relax, honey. If you don't relax it will hurt, and I do not want to hurt you. If you don't want to do this, I will stop. I do not have to have this," Ben said.

"No Ben, I want to give this to you. I want to share this with you. I trust you, and I know you will stop if I cannot handle it at this time," She replied.

Ben kissed her back again. He waited patiently until he felt her relax. He moved the head between his fingers until his head was at the tightest stricture. Removing his fingers helped her adjust to his girth. He waited. The fingers of his other hand moved around to her clit and began to rub it gently. He could hear her moaning and her breathing pick up as her pleasure and need built swiftly. He felt her relax and he pressed forward and stopped again. He continued to play with her and move forward when she would relax. It took about five minutes, but finally he was all the way in, and she had not cried out in pain at all. He played with her some more, and then felt her pull away and then move back onto him. She started the rhythm, so he knew she was ready. His hands rested on the rise of her hips. He then slapped her ass hard. He began to alternate slaps with thrusts. Her cheeks reddened fast. He was lost in her gift and the feeling of this tight grip on his manhood. "God, this was incredible," he thought, as he continued to move inside her. 

Janet was about to cum again. She wanted to cum with him. She held back and waited for him. She felt him begin to swell in her ass, and his hands had dug into her backside. He was groaning, moaning, and panting. She felt the sweat from his forehead hit her flesh. She heard him before she felt him. His hand gripped her clit hard, and he pulled. When he did that, lightening shot through her body. She felt herself release, screaming loudly as she came. Her ass bumped back against him forcefully. His cum shot forth and bathed her insides. She could feel it way up inside of her, the force was so great. He pumped her hard three times, then two slow, then three more quick. Ben then stopped and rested against her back. Janet's spasms kissed her body as Ben spent himself inside her. She moaned as her heart raced. She felt so alive and so sexy. 

Ben pulled out of her ass slowly. He was numb at the tip of his cock from the anal ease but God, he felt good. He felt awesome. Ben pulled her close to him, and they snuggled for a while and allowed their bodies to cool down. She got him to turn over after a little while, and began to massage his shoulders. Ben thought she was so good at this. Her hands were like magic. She knew just how hard to squeeze, push, and stretch. Janet loved feeling his skin beneath her fingers. It felt so nice to be here alone with him, with no phones, no spouses, no kids, nothing to interrupt them for an entire day. They would remember this day for a very long time to come, since days like this would be very few. Janet continued to manipulate his flesh until Ben fell asleep. 

Janet got up after Ben fell asleep and unpacked her bag. She started the water of the bath and settled down into the tub. Janet relaxed there, almost falling asleep herself. She knew Ben would rest for a while, so she took her time. She climbed out of the bath and dried off. She rubbed her special lotion into her skin and allowed the soft scent to permeate the air. She got out the new outfit and began to dress. She pulled a dress on over the ensemble and then went to wake Ben. They were going to dinner. At least she thought they were. Ben seemed to have other plans. He wanted to see her outfit before they went out. Janet pulled her dress off and allowed him to gaze at what she had bought. What he saw took his breath away. She had bought a new lingerie outfit for him, and it was the entire works. Garters and all were there. He stood there and just looked at her up and down. She was gorgeous. Beautiful. "Honey, you are beautiful. So beautiful. Thank you for this, and for being you!" Ben said.

She blushed very red and replied softly. "Thank you baby for bringing me here and treating me so well. This is the best I have felt in ages." 

They got dressed, went out to eat, and enjoyed the rest of their time together. 

Readers will just have to imagine what he did to her after dinner. Perhaps a sequel?

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Written by niyah2. Copyright 2004. All rights reserved.



The Beach



I slowly become conscious. My head resting on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around me. The seagulls are calling from the beach outside the hotel room. I can hear the waves breaking gently and feel the soft ocean breeze coming in through the balcony doors. I open my eyes to the misty gray light of pre-dawn. I smile to myself as I remember how we spent yesterday.

We cruised around this beautiful island on a scooter. Not quite the big motorcycle you drive at home, but fun for the location. Still, an opportunity to wrap my arms and legs around your body, pressing my full breasts against your back. And since it is warm here in the Caribbean, much less clothing between our bodies. We cruised from beach to beach to snorkel the shallow reefs offshore. We took turns deciding where to stop yesterday and where to snorkel on each reef. This morning I look down at our bodies in the pre-dawn and see our skin glowing whitely where our swimsuits were.

At the last beach we visited yesterday lust got the better of us and we kissed hotly in about 4 feet of water as we were swimming back to the beach. Your mouth tasted of saltwater. I could feel you growing hard through your trunks and my nipples poked through the thin material of my swimsuit. I reached down to feel your growing cock as our tongues continued to intertwine.

We broke our kiss and grinned foolishly at each other. "Feeling brave?" you whispered. 

"To do what?" I replied. 

"I want to make love to you on the beach" you say. 

My body quivers at the thought. You know I secretly harbor a voyeuristic/exhibitionist streak and so do you. Both of us afraid to let ourselves indulge in that fantasy at home. Could I be brave here where no one knows us? "No, I don't think I have enough courage for the beach." I tell you, "But I could be persuaded to screw you senseless here in the water....". This is daring for me. We are in shallow water and there is no telling who might see us. 

"Do you want to go to deeper water?" you ask. 

"No, let's stay shallow" I reply.

You pull aside my swimsuit and thrust a single finger into my dripping pussy, making me hiss with pleasure. We kiss hotly again and I start to work your trunks off. I hold your trunks in my hands as my arms encircle your neck. Anyone looking from the beach would know that I am holding your suit. You peel the straps of my suit off my shoulders exposing my breasts to the breeze. Under the water you continue to pull my suit off completely. Now holding it in your hands so it doesn't float away and watching my breasts bob in the waves.

I wrap my legs around your waist and impale myself completely on your hard cock. I stay still in order to feel you stretching and filling me. I clench my pussy muscles around your cock causing you to groan and start thrusting. The water is slapping gently around us and we are both starting to moan louder. I lean back away from you to let myself float weightless as you hold me by my waist and continue to thrust in and out of me. My breasts are floating at the surface and I reach up to tweak the nipples as you watch.

While you have been enjoying my wantonness you decide it is time for you to be able to use your hands a bit more. You slide your cock out of my dripping pussy. You turn me away from you, facing me toward the beach. You whisper "If anyone is watching, I want them to see your face when you come." We are both standing now and you push my shoulders away from you toward the beach. My nipples are barely grazing the surface of the water. You slide your hard cock into my pussy from behind, making me moan in delight at how deep you can penetrate me from this position.

You begin thrusting in and out of me and I start to thrust back, meeting you stroke for stroke. Your arms wrap around my waist and you sneakily slide a hand down toward my clit. You pull back the hood and lightly begin to rub my clit making me moan even louder. I don't care who sees us or hears me at this point. Perhaps no one is there and yet.... maybe there is someone on the beach watching us. I have my eyes closed and my head is thrown back. I'm gasping and moaning as you use your hard cock and hands to bring me closer to orgasm.

Then, you begin to kiss the back of my neck and that drives me over the edge. I scream with the pleasure of my orgasm. My legs are trembling and my pussy is clenching uncontrollably. 

You hiss out "Yessss...I'm going to cum inside your hot pussy" just as you start to shoot your load deep into me. You groan and moan loudly with the pleasure of your orgasm. Anyone watching from the beach would clearly know what we were doing. Your thrusts slow as you send the last of your cum into my pussy. I stand upright and rest back against your chest. As I do your cock slips out of me.

I turn around to face you. We share a slow sweet kiss. The kiss ends and we open our eyes to look at each other. Slowly we begin to grin at each other. Not complete exhibitionism but the closest we have ever let ourselves go. We slip down into the water and each begins to put back on our swimsuits. Once we are covered again, we stand up and hold hands as we walk up onto the beach to dry off.

The memory of that escapade yesterday has made my nipples hard and my pussy wet as I lay here snuggled up to you this morning, listening to the waves in the pre-dawn. I roll slightly toward you so that my hard nipples touch your side. You smile sleepily and wrap your arm tighter around me.

I sit up and gently slide to the foot of the bed. You let out a small whimper that I have moved away from our warm embrace. I gently pull the sheet off of you and see that your cock is semi-hard. Maybe you were reliving yesterday too. I stand up from the bed and grab your ankles. I tug and slide your body toward the foot of the bed. Just far enough that your calves and feet are hanging off the edge of the bed. I lean forward between your legs to lick your semi-hard cock from the base to the tip. Your cock reacts like a shot and is instantly, completely hard. You moan and blink your eyes open. "What a way to wake up," you mutter.

I crawl up over your body, straddling your thighs. I reach down to stroke your cock and rub the single drop of pre-cum that is there around the head. You are still blinking up at me sleepily but with a grin on your face. Then I scoot myself forward to hover over your cock. I guide your cock to the entrance of my pussy and thrust myself completely down onto you. You gasp and now your beautiful eyes are wide open and sparkling at me. This time you don't mutter but state emphatically "What a way to wake up!"

I smile at you and begin to gently swivel my hips in a circle feeling your cock touch every part of my pussy walls. Then I begin to gently ride you, up and down. You realize that I have positioned your legs and feet to hang off the bed so that you cannot get any leverage and I am in complete control of the pace of the thrusting. I stretch my arms up over your head and grab a pillow. I tuck it under your head so that you can watch your cock slide in and out of my pussy at the pace I set. You smile and enjoy the view. My breasts are beginning to bounce vigorously as I increase the pace of my thrusting on your hard cock. I'm starting to gasp and lean back slightly, allowing the head of your cock to rub across my g-spot with each thrust.

You can see that I'm getting close to orgasm and you encourage me "Yeah baby, just like that, ride my cock." 

I throw my head back and groan loudly with the pleasure of my orgasm as it engulfs me. My thrusts slow and I sit, completely impaled on your hard cock, trying to catch my breath. I open my eyes to find you grinning and enjoying watching me orgasm. I giggle, swirl my hips and say, "I'm not done yet; that was just the warm up." 

I begin to thrust up and down on your hard cock again. I know you are not far from an orgasm. I can hear it in your breathing and how it starts to become shallower as I start to rock on you again. Now it is my turn to encourage "Come on baby, I want to feel you fill my pussy with your hot cum." You are groaning now with your eyes closed, your hands clutching at the sheets. 

You open your eyes and say "I want you to cum with me." 

"Rub my clit," I tell you. I continue to bounce on your cock, holding my breasts and rolling my nipples in my fingers. You slide your hand to my clit and start to rub. Your breath is short and gasping now and I feel your body spasm beneath me as you shoot your cum deep inside me. Your finger touches my clit exactly right sending me over the edge too.



The Beach



The warm sand crunched under our feet as we made our way down the mostly deserted beach. Marcie and I had been needing a vacation in the worst kind of way and this was just what we needed.

"Race you to that log", she called back to me as she sprinted ahead. Her long legs glistened with the spray from the waves and her feet kicked up the white sand behind her as she ran. At that moment, I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful form racing away from me and it seemed like hours before I snapped out of my daze and raced after her.

"What took you so long?" she teased when I finally caught up.

"That's no fair", I said. "You had a head start."

Her eyes twinkled and danced and she gave me a mischievous grin. "Feel like being crazy?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. I should have known better than to ask such an open ended question to a girl who once showed up to my office late one evening wearing nothing but a raincoat.

"Let's play follow the leader."

"'Follow the leader?' You mean like the kids game?"

"Kind of, only instead of just going everywhere I go, you have to do exactly what I do. If I jump, you jump, if I say something, you say it back. Get it?" Before I could answer she wrapped her arms around me and slipped her tongue between my lips. This was her idea, so I returned the favor. Without warning she pushed me away and ran towards the ocean. The waves crashed around her as I followed. The water was colder than I had expected and I almost ran back out, but this was too much fun. "There you are", she said as she made her way through the surf towards me.

I turned, saw her nipples straining against the light fabric of her bikini top and responded "There you are."

She noticed my stare, looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching, and took off her top. She looked wonderful. The water left little trails of crystalline beads as the drops made their way from her shoulders over her breasts and down her stomach. The waves pushed against her hips and she swayed back and forth in the late afternoon sun; her auburn hair blowing softly in the breeze. I was mesmerized. Since I wasn't wearing a bikini I couldn't follow exactly, but I looked behind me like she had done and slid out of my T-shirt. Marcie reached up towards my face and ran her index finger down my neck and traced little circles on my shoulders. I did the same to her. With her other arm she reached behind me and pulled me close to her, still tracing little circles and squiggly lines over my shoulder, down my arm, and behind my neck. I could feel her nipples poking into me and I wondered if mine were following her lead. Her fingers continued to trace little lines down my arm and across my back as they made their way towards my waist. Of course I did the same to her. She pushed a little harder as she made her way from my hip down the front of my leg. I twitched as she passed over my ticklish spot, so I did the same to her. I laughed, she laughed and for a moment we broke our embrace. She pulled me close again, with both arms around my waist and pulled down my shorts. I hadn't expected this in a public place and looked around anxiously to see if anyone had noticed us yet.

"What's the matter?" she teased.

I'm not sure what came over me, but instead of trying to cover myself back up, I reached around behind her, grabbed her bikini bottoms and gave them a quick pull. It must have surprised her since her eyes got big and she looked nervously behind her like I had just done.

"What's the matter?" I teased back.

She didn't answer. Instead she leaped at me with her arms around my neck and started to kiss me passionately. I pulled her close and fell back into the water; our legs entwined, my hands stroking her face, her hands making their way down my back, our hips grinding against each other. The waves crashed over us pushing us closer to shore but we were oblivious to all of this as we stroked and caressed each other. I held her head in my hands as I kissed her cheek, nibbled her earlobe and sucked on her neck. She tossed her head back and moaned softly. We completely lost sight of our clothes as we made love in the shallow water. I'm not sure if the waves were pushing us or if we were pushing the waves, but the sensation was erotic beyond anything I could have dreamed about. We rolled over each other, gasping for air, her hands stroking my back, mine stroking hers. I cupped her breasts in my hands and stroked them with my thumbs as she pulled my hips closer to her. It seemed like time stopped as our bodies melded together as one, each wave crashing harder and deeper until we exploded together in ecstasy.

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The sun set in a brilliant ball of fire as we lay naked on the beach. The orange light reflected off Marcie's hair turning it a deep red. Once, briefly, I looked down the beach to see if our clothes had washed up on shore but I didn't see any sign of them. I reached over to her, caressed her cheek pulling her hair away from her eyes and sliding my fingers behind her ear. "That was wonderful", I mused.

She smiled. Her chest was still heaving slightly as she tried to catch her breath, her nipples erect from pleasure and the cool wind blowing across us. She looked over in the direction of where our hotel was, looked back at me and said, "If you think that was good, wait 'till we up to our room." 



The Beach



They walked along the beach hand in hand, silently overtaken by the sounds of the wind and the waves crashing against the shore. He stops and turns her to the water and whispers in her ear to join him in sharing the beauty that lies before them. He wrapped his arms around her leaning into her neck, breathing gently warming her skin. They watched as the moon caught the waves creating neon roles of white foam dancing its way to the shore at their feet. The coolness of the water trickling over their toes helped to cool them from the warm summers night. 

The sounds and sights mesmerized her. Embracing her he nestled his lips against the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her body and the velvet skin that touched his face began to turn him on. Kissing her neck, he began to unbutton her blouse and bra allowing her firm breast to be freed from restraints. His hands cupped her breasts slightly pinching her nipples. Feeling the electricity race through her she turned to him softly whispering his name, telling him how good it felt. She began to move her hands over his hard rippling chest. She unfastened his pants and slipped her hand over the head of his cock feeling it throb with her touch. He pushed away turning her back around, not wanting to give in to the pleasure he felt. 

She moaned with pleasure and began swaying back and forth becoming more aroused with the feeling of the moistness between her legs. His cock was hard now, for the feeling of her tight ass rubbing against him created a whirlwind of possibilities to be had. She turned to him, looking deep into his eyes, he returned the silent stare for the lust and love that was felt between them was like no other. To embrace this feeling and wanting it to last a lifetime, for the chances of this moment to return was a mystery to the both of them.

She closed her eyes tilting her head back, showing him the pleasure she found in his hands sliding up her thigh under her skirt. As he moved towards her pussy, the fact that she wasn't wearing panties and that her wetness was waiting to be tasted enticed him to lay her on the cool white sand. 

As she lay on the sand, her back arched and she spread her legs voluntarily anticipating the feel of his tongue on her clit. She rubbed her breasts, licking her own nipples, freeing him to enjoy the taste and aroma of her wet, moist pussy. He teased her with his tongue. Caressing the outer lips, separating them to reveal her tight erect button, which he licked furiously. Her back arched with the incredible sensations, he reached his arms around her ass and pulled her pussy into his face. He sucked her entire slit in his mouth. She went wild. He inserted his fingers into her cunt feeling the muscles of her pussy gently squeeze his finger. Encouraged by her response he push in a second finger and began to caress her inside, slowly moving his fingers back and fourth. He felt her heading rapidly towards a climax and rose up while keeping his fingers inside of her, he kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth to stifle the moan of release as she shudder through her orgasm. He returned to her pussy, savoring the juices that flowed in his mouth as she moaned and called his name in a whisper as soft as the wind.

He withdrew from her to find her watching his every move. She reached down and began to feel her own wetness, which turned her on even more. She licked her fingers to show him that she wanted more. He kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, letting her juices flow between them. 

His cock began to throb, wanting so much more. Almost as if he had asked her, she repositioned herself on her side to engulf his arousal. She began to lovingly kiss the side of his cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner. Her pink tongue danced slowly up and down his swollenness, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for him to bear; holding her head down on him; he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into her mouth. 

He gently spread her legs enabling him to return to his delicacy. They laid there pleasing each other passionately. She held his balls in her hand as she licked his shaft. Stopping at the head to suck gently tasting the teasing juices he gave her he moaned contentedly as his breath began to quicken. Thrusting upon him, he could not hold back anymore and they both fell into long, passionate levels of orgasmic waves.

She sat up looking deep into his eyes. By this time the tide had started to come in. The cool waves rolled over them like a sheet of satin. She sat on him, caressing her tits, he watched in awe of the moonlight dancing off of them. The darkness of her hardened nipples enticed him. He licked her nipples, tasting the salts from the water. He clenched her nipples in his teeth, pulling gently. The feelings raced through her causing her to scream with pleasure. 

He rolled her on her back for he needed to feel his cock inside her pussy. He moved her legs onto his shoulders, leaving her pussy open to the gentle waves that smacked it. He entered her, thrusting hard, feeling his balls hit her ass. She began to moan letting him know how good it felt to have his large hard, cock inside of her. She reached down playing with her clit and rubbing the sides of his shaft as he entered her. He penetrated her to the point of sending shocks through her. He felt her tighten and the contraction of her muscles made him cum so hard. He held himself in her watching her rub her clit and his shaft till there was nothing left of him. 

They lay on the moonlit beach, embracing as the cool waters covered them. The feelings of total and ultimate bliss washed over them. Feeling as though they were the only two people in the world. He looked at her, seeing it in his eyes; she covered his lips with her fingertips and whispered.... I know.



The Beach



I really needed a day of relaxation, and decided nothing like a trip to the seaside to do just that. I packed a picnic, sandwiches cut into fourths so I could snack on pieces, grapes, strawberries, cheese crackers and a few cans of pop. I also packed a large blanket, my sun block, and the book I was reading "Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas" by James Patterson. Although I seldom wore a bikini to the beach I figured, "Why not?" I might as well go all out. Even my bikini was a modest one by today's standards though; it was a dark green tank with boy cut bottoms. I slipped on my gauzy sky blue cover-up, styled my short hair into a spiky look, and grabbed a scarf to cover my hair after my swim. I grabbed my sunglasses as I headed out the door.

When I got there it was more of a crowed then I liked, I hoped I could find a quiet spot to myself. I carried all my stuff down to the shoreline; I knew the far end would be my best chance at privacy. As I walked I enjoyed the view, there were a lot of good looking men out and I loved watching the kids play. I walked at a slow stroll this was going to be a nice day. The breeze was refreshing and the salty air smelled wonderful. I was wishing I would have packed a little lighter as I approached the end of the beach, but I knew I would be glad later for all I had brought. I walked around the last curve only to see I wasn't going to be alone. However I wouldn't mind watching my tall, dark, and hansom company, he was at least 6', slender, and he had some taste, he wasn't wearing a bare all Speedo, rather he had on dark blue traditional shorts swim trunks.

He was just walking back up on the sand from a swim; his wet lean body was glistening. He walked over to a small blanket and sat down, not bothering to dry off. I didn't want to intrude on him, but I certainly didn't want to sit in the crowd back around the curve, so I walk past him and spread out my blanket. When I finished setting up my space I decided to go for a dip to cool off. I was a bit self conscious as I slipped off my cover-up, "Why did I wear my bikini?" I have never like my small figure, although it seemed a lot of women wanted to be my 5'5", 125 lbs. I had always wanted to be a bit larger. I felt his eyes on me as I walked to the waters edge; I knew I would be watching him today, so I didn't mind too much. I waded out to hip depth before diving under, the water felt wonderful, its coolness curled around my hot limbs. I swam for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the water caressing my body. As I headed back towards the beach, I watched my company stretch and lie down. As I walked back up to my blanket I couldn't tell what he was watching, because his eyes were blocked by his sunglasses. However, as I got out my sun-block and started putting some on, I notices his head was turned my way, maybe I could get the man to help me out and get to know him a bit. I smiled at him and asked, "Do you mind helping me?" as I raised my sun-block in the air, so he could see what I was talking about. 

"Not at all," he answered getting to his feet. I loved his thick African accent and felt my stomach doing flip flops as he neared. He knelt behind me as I handed him the bottle. I raised the bottom edge of my top a little, so he could apply the lotion. 

His touch was gentle; I tried to keep my voice steady as I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Alex; I hope I'm not disturbing your peace. I just don't like crowds"

"No, its fine," he replied, "I was hoping for some company, just not too much. My name is Obi." He let his hand linger on the small of my back as he handed the lotion back to me.

"Nice meeting you, Obi. I can tell your not from here, where are you from?" I asked turning to face him. I was really interested in this tall, dark stranger. 

"I'm from Nigeria; I have been here but a few months," He replied as he sat more comfortably.

"Cool, I hope to go to Africa some day." I replied with a smile, "What brings you to the States?"

Obi smiled and I thought I was going to melt. "I have always wanted to move here. I have worked hard to be able to move here, but today I was missing home, so I came to the beach, it reminds me of home more than anywhere else in the states."

His voice had a wonderful, yet naughty effect on me. I knew I better get cooled down fast, so I asked, "Want to join me for another dip?" as I stood up brushing loose sand from me.

Obi smiled as he took off his sunglasses, "Sure," he replied as he stood. I couldn't keep from enjoying his physique. Although I normally was drawn to short stocky men, this tall slender man was wrecking havoc on my hormones. I ran ahead, eager to have the cool water on my hot skin. I could hear the water splash behind me as Obi entered it. 

As the water slowed me down I turned and playfully splashed him. He smiled one of his winning smiles and splashed me back. I let myself fall backwards into the cool water. This was turning out to be a wonderful day. As I stood back up I could feel Obi close to me. I opened my eyes to see him right in front of me. Our eyes locked, my heart was pounding as he reached up to caress my cheek. My lips parted in anticipation as he bent down. Our lips met and my passion raged, I pressed my body against his, wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his hardness on my lower stomach as my tongue probed his mouth, exploring his wonderful sweetness. As our kiss ended, Obi let himself fall backwards; he then swam out to where the water was a little deeper. I followed playfully, excited at how the day was turning out. 

When he stopped swimming I could tell he was standing, however the water was up to his shoulders, no way I could reach bottom. I swam into his arms as our lips met once more. I wrapped my legs around him as our kiss intensified. He slipped his hand under my top, just caressing my side, his touch sent electricity through my being. When our kiss broke, I nibbled on his neck the salty water on his skin was a wonderful blend. His hand had worked its way up to cupping my left breast. I could feel his excitement between my legs. This time I broke our embrace and swam backwards, smiling at him teasingly. 

When he caught up with me I quickly went under water, keeping my hand on his chest. He stood up once again and I snaked his erection out of his shorts long enough to take the head into my mouth. I returned it to his shorts and resurfaced with a smile on my face. Obi had a somewhat surprised look on his face as he smiled and grabbed my ass, pulling me towards him. I eagerly wrapped my legs around him. "So do you like the states?" I asked as I started nibbling his neck once again. 

"Mmmmmm, more all the time." He responded, as he cupped the back of my head in his hand and tipped my head back for another kiss. By this point I wanted him in me, like I had never felt before. However he was into some teasing this time, he broke our embrace and started swimming towards the shore. I followed him, but he easily beat me to the shore. I watched as he gathered his things and moved them closer to mine. 

He openly watched me walk up to him, with a smile on his face. "Enjoy your dip?" he asked.

"Sure did" I replied, smoothing my swimsuit. I sat beside him and opened my picnic lunch. "Care for something to eat?" 

"Sure, what you got in there?" he answered as I felt his fingers sneak in the waistband of my suit. 

Two could play that game. I pulled out a sandwich and handed it to him, as I turned to sit facing him. I ran my right hand up the leg of his shorts, and drew small circles on his upper, inner thigh. "Not much, some sandwiches, fruit, and crackers. Do you want something to drink too?" I still had my fingers working their magic, I was careful to keep close, yet not touch is erection that was more than obvious. He had let his fingers slide around to the front of my waist band as I turned; now he was running his fingers from side to side across my lower stomach. 

The sexual tension was getting thick, just as a beach ball went bouncing by us. We quickly straightened up and were eating by the time a child came chasing after the ball. 

I smiled mischievously at Obi as the child went back around the curve. "Would you like some sun block on your back? I would hate to see you get burned." I asked reaching for the lotion.

"Thanks, that would be nice," he replied as he stretched out on his stomach. I started at his shoulders, not just rubbing in the lotion, but also massaging his muscles. I went slowly down his back, doing his arms as I went. When I got to his waist band I slid my hand under it, just caressing the top of his ass with my fingertips. I then started at his ankles, first working up one calve, then the other. I sat between his legs as I did his thighs, one hand on each thigh, working higher and higher, ever so slowly. I slid my hands up the legs of his shorts and massaged his ass, before letting him back up. 

"My turn," I said as he sat back up and I stretched out on my stomach. I slid the straps off my shoulders so he could have better access to my back. MMmmmmm his hands felt wonderful. I slid my top up a bit, so he could get my lower back. He then moved on to my legs, starting at my ankles and slowly working his way up. Pay backs were a terrible thing. He ran the tips of his fingers under the legs of my suit as he told me to turn over. I happily obliged him and he started at my ankles and worked his way up again. I couldn't stop the moan of pleasure from escaping my lips. He again just ran his fingers under the leg of my suit, and then moved on to my stomach. He then moved up beside me and looked around slyly. He bent over and gently pulled my top down exposing my right breast to his gaze. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth, before replacing my top and finishing with the lotion. If we were in a more private place he wouldn't have gotten away with stopping there. I helped him finish putting lotion on his chest and arms. Then we went for another dip in the ocean.

He quickly swam out to the same depth we had been at before and stood there smiling at me. He knew I would cling to him, so I wouldn't have to tread water indefinitely. I smiled as I dove under the water. I easily found his legs and let my hands work their way up. I took his hard cock out and wrapped my lips around it, closing my mouth tightly as I slowly pulled off. I then just followed his body up to the surface, "Wait till I get you somewhere more private and I can show you what I really want to do." I said as I winked at him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Since I had left his cock out, I could feel it even better than the last time.

"Oh I think I can show you a few things," he said with a smile.

I pushed my self back from him with a mischievous smile and once again went under water where he couldn't see me. I removed my bikini bottoms and tucked them into my top so they wouldn't get lost. When I resurfaced without touching Obi he had a puzzled look on his face. I swam back over to him and wrapped my legs around him once again. He got a sly smile on his face and let his hands roam down my body. As he grabbed my bare ass he kissed me passionately. Our tongues exploring each others mouths as his hands explored below the water.

I couldn't wait any longer. I relaxed my legs just enough to position myself. I then used one hand to guide his cock deep in me. I then tightened my legs around him, preventing any movement and started relaxing and contracting my muscles around his cock. As far as anyone on the beach watching us, we looked like two lovers making out. I continued milking his cock as I nibbled on his shoulder. His fingers were digging into the flesh of my ass, I could tell he wanted to thrust, but I wasn't releasing him. I tightened my legs around him as I released him with my arm; this gave a better angle and filled me more with his cock. I felt him move one hand around to my clit. As he pinched it a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. The waves of the ocean rocked me just enough to make it feel like small thrust, I kept pace contracting and relaxing my muscles with the waves. Obi let out a moan and pulled me tighter, I felt his cum shoot deep into me. Our lips locked, passion meeting passion, as I finished milking his cock. 

I didn't want to release him, but knew I had to. I whispered, "See you on the beach." I then dove under and put my bikini bottoms back on and ran my hands up Obi's legs, before swimming back to shore. Every muscle in my body was relaxed. What a perfect day this was becoming. I collapsed on the blanket, with Obi close behind me. I snuggled into his arms as I drifted off to sleep. 

I awoke to a chill in the air, the sun was setting and Obi was still by my side. I smiled at him as I realize there wasn't any sound, except for the waves crashing on the shore. We were truly alone. I started kissing his chest, then started working down his stomach, licking, kissing, and nibbling. I was going to show him exactly what I liked doing.

He lifted his hips, as I lowered his swim trunks. I knelt beside him as I took his soft cock in my hand and gently ran my tongue over the tip. Suddenly, I sucked it deep in my throat enjoying the feel of it in my mouth. I sucked gently, feeling it grow hard in my throat, I loved the sensation. I pulled back so only the head was in my mouth and started running my tongue over the tip. I felt Obi sliding my bikini bottoms off me. 

As he started tracing the crack of my ass with his fingers, I nibbled a trail down one side of his shaft and back up the other side before taking his length deep in my throat again. I felt his finger enter me as I started a rhythmic sucking. He kept pace with his finger as I sucked his cock deeper in my throat. I pulled back sucking him faster and harder, I wanted to taste his cum. I fondled his balls as I sucked, I could feel them swell. He placed his hand on my head, as a moan escaped his lips. He thrust his finger deeper in me as he started thrusting his hips. I kept pace with every thrust, I could tell he was about to cum, so I sucked harder, faster; I wanted his cum to shoot down my throat. I could taste his pre-cum as I sucked him deeper in my throat. Then he burst his hot cum down my throat. I continued sucking, eager to get every drop. After his cock turned soft I continued sucking gently, not wanting to release his cock. I loved the feel of it in my mouth. However when I was certain he was sucked dry, I released him. I smiled up at him as I asked, "Would it be to forward of me to invite you to follow me home so we could continue this?"

"Not at all." He replied while licking his finger, looks like my great day was turning into a great night.



The Beach



"Ok, I'm ready - have you got some money?" - Chris stopped as he entered the living room to adjust his sandals.

"I've got my wallet, but I think we need to get some more tonight", Louise said as she sipped the last of her tea. It was their first visit to Cap D'Adge, a nudist colony in the South of France, and Louise wasn't fully comfortable yet with walking around naked. Chris obviously loved it, but then the holiday had been his idea. She wore a new bikini - one she'd chosen specially, as it made the most of her assets. She picked up her back-pack and placed the cup on the table.

On the way out of the door, she noticed Chris had really caught the sun in the first few days, particularly on his belly just above his groin. This thought gave her an erotic twinge or was it just seeing Chris walk out the apartment in nothing but his sandals - she wasn't sure. As they headed out into the sunshine, Louise wished she had the confidence to walk out in no clothes as so many here did.

The beach was right by the apartment, less than fifty yards. For the first few days, they'd just gone out and settled themselves at the first spot they'd found out of the wind; but today, Chris was determined to try and get them to move further down the beach. He'd enjoyed taking walks along the beach and noticed that there was a section of the beach which was much more crowded and there always seemed to be things going on. There had been a gaggle of men crowded round what he assumed had been a couple. He knew that Louise thought that he took everything in his stride, but it was his first visit too and he'd been hesitant about going up to look, so had just continued along the beach. Today, he was keen to be nearer the action - little did he know. 

"Shall we go a bit further down?", Chris asked as they approached their usual spot. The only answer he got was a shrug. Chris had told her all about his walks and Louise was interested but she didn't want a group of men disturbing her sunbathing. They quickly found the part of beach Chris had come across the day before. Everyone was much closer bunched together and they decided to just stay a little bit outside of the main group. Louise didn't mind losing her clothes once she was lying on her towel, she'd already put sun-cream on at the apartment so she was set to get make the most of the sun. It was one of the warmest days of the holiday - they'd been lucky, having booked at the very end of the season. 

Louise settled into her book while Chris caught up on his sleep from the night before. When he woke, Chris decided to go for a short swim as was usually the case. Louise suspected that this was just a excuse to go people-watching (or rather get a close look at some of the ladies), but she didn't mind as he always came back with stories of what was happening on the beach, and she found it amusing as the cold of the water always made his cock shrink incredibly small. Although they had been married three years, she had rarely seen him like this and it strangely made her feel like she understood him more.

It was turned into a really hot day, and as the afternoon drew on there was more and more activity on the beach. At first, Louise had just had a look but carried on reading as most of the activity had been at the other side of the crowd, but she soon surprised herself. She looked up from her book when she noticed Chris sitting up looking down the beach at a couple not far from them. They were a young, good looking couple with a good tan (probably local, she thought). He had his head between her legs and she gripped his head moving it against her hips.

"I might go for another dip" Chris just wanted a closer look. Louise knew this. Her "ok" was more of an acknowledgement than an agreement. For some reason, this strange woman's soft moans were making Louise tingle, and if she really admitted it, she was annoyed Chris wasn't here with her doing the same to her; but then, she knew what he was like. She knew he enjoyed watching, and she'd spent some time trying to stop him hiding his porn collection. He'd once said he was a "happy wanker" which had hurt, but he also said she was the centre of his fantasies and she'd come to accept him as he was (even if that was standing on a beach with a group of men watching a couple make love).

It still felt odd to Chris to be standing so openly on a beach, watching this young couple; although, this is why he'd been so keen on the holiday. The guy still had his head between her legs as Chris looked over at Louise, she was looking over at them or at him, he couldn't tell. He wondered if this would ever happen to him; would Louise become more confident? Then Chris watched, as the guy got up, briefly kissed the woman and entered her. It was an amazing erotic sight to watch this slick cock as it move until it was almost all the way out and then plunge back in. Chris felt his own cock twitch, and he so decide to take his swim before he got a hard-on right there.

Louise had returned to her book by the time Chris lay back on his towel. He lay with his legs open so the sun would warm his cock. It usually stayed really small for half an hour or so after his swim. Louise looked up at him and smiled as Chris picked up his book and started to read. 

"Bonjour" Louise and Chris both looked up. It was the French guy from the bar the night before - he'd been chatting her up at the bar, but when she'd told Chris, Chris had made some excuse for Louise to go back up to bar. Chris liked Louise to flirt a little and he hoped it turned Louise on as much as as it did him for other guys to fancy his wife.

"How are you today?" he asked Louise in a broke French accent. The second trip to the bar hadn't been a rounding success as he only spoke a little English and Louise was to drunk to remember her French. She'd obviously come across a little worse for wear.

"Bon. Tres bon. Merci. Ca va?" Chris carried on with his book, listening to Louise trying to remember her French.

"Ca va bien, merci" then changing back to English, "I am Jean-Luc." 

"We met last night" Louise said as though trying to reaffirm she was speaking to the right person. Then she introduced herself and her husband. Chris looked up and smiled, but then returned to his book. "It's hot today." she said, Louise could feel herself beginning to burn. "Would you mind?"

Chris wasn't sure if Louise was talking to him, but when he looked up she was offering the suncream to Jean-Luc and offered him her back. Chris smiled, he was pleased Louise felt comfy flirting. Jean-Luc knelt on the edge of her towel and having rubbed the cream into his hands began to run them over Louise's back. He was very tanned, and probably in his mid-twenties Chris thought. Having noticed Jean-Luc's body, Chris looked at his own and self-consciously closed his legs noticing he cock was still shrivelled from his swim. 

Having put cream all over her back, Jean-Luc motioned for Louise to stand up. He took a bit more cream and applied ot to her buttocks and the back of her legs. It was quite a low factor but he had to work quite hard to get it to rub in completely, and he made the most of rubbing her buttocks, separating them and massaging all the cream. She lay back down on the towel, this time making sure there was room for Jean-Luc to prop himself next to her. He took some more cream and then pointing to her legs said "aussi", and as though that hadn't been understood said "here as well".

Louise wasn't sure and shot a quick glance at Chris, and could tell he was smiling behind his book. She guessed he wasn't reading at all, but the mirrored sunglasses made him look that way. She nodded gently. Jean-Luc began rubbing cream into her calves and then worked his way up to her thighs. It felt nice, soothing. As his hands began massaging the top of her thighs, his fingers would occasionally nudge against her pussy. She felt she was going too far so she glanced across and at Chris who'd put his book down and was watching with a wide grin. She knew what he wanted, and so she just put her head back and let her legs fall open. She panicked a little as Jean-Luc stopped suddenly, then she felt his hands again. He taken some more cream and was rubbing it into her pussy. At first he just seemed to gently apply the cream, then his rubbing took on a gentle motion, rubbing the top of her thigh and then up and down her lips. Louise only realised how wet she was when she felt Jean-Luc slip two fingers inside her. She let out a moan.

Chris had been slightly embarrassed his cock looked so noticeably small, his balls like little grapes. But watching his wife getting her pussy stroked on the beach, he felt the blood run back into it and saw it twitch gently. He looked round at the other sunbathers wondering if anyone else had noticed, but it seemed no-body had, yet. He felt conscious that, here was his wife and she was letting a stranger finger her. Everyone on the beach would know they were a couple and yet she was enjoying another man. He felt ashamed that this was what he wanted. He heard Louise moan again, she was enjoying this and he wondered if she'd let this go any further. Did he really want this? His cock hardened against his leg.

All of sudden, Louise put her hand down on Jean-Luc's and brought it up to her chest. Had she had enough? Was she getting another bout of her self-consciousness? They stopped. Then Louise turn on the towel as though she was going to rest her head on Jean-Luc's stomach, but she didn't, she reached for the sun-cream and indicated she wanted some massaged on her chest. Louise's breasts were still white in comparison to Jean-Luc's hands, he ran his hands all over her milky globes. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as having her pussy stroked. Resting on an elbow, she cupped one breast with her own hand and ran her finger over the nipple. Then, as though he'd put too much cream on Jean-Luc lent across and began sucking each nipple in turn, Louise running her free hand through his hair. It was only when Jean-Luc sat back that Chris saw that he was sporting a hard-on, Jean-Luc was enjoying this as much as he was.

Louise stroked Jean-Luc's chest and ran her fingers down his stomach, until they came to rest on his cock. She felt a pang of guilt. She thought she shouldn't be doing this. Chris had told her before, he had wanted her to have sex with other men (she even said he went on about it too much); but this hadn't been planned. Maybe she was going to far she thought, but she was very turn-on, and with that she lent across and took Jean-Luc's cock in her mouth. It felt so warm as she gently ran her tongue around the tip, then up and down the shaft. Then taking the tip in her mouth again, she closed her eyes and started to work up a rhythm. She felt Jean-Luc take her bunch of hair in his hand, and gently moved her as he started to rock his hips. 

Chris saw that a few people from around the beach had begun to make their way over and had started to make a circle about a metre or so from him. He felt himself blush and thought now it wasn't just one man who was enjoying his wife. She had always enjoyed giving blow-jobs and he knew how good it would feel to Jean-Luc right now. As if on cue, Jean-Luc looked over at Chris for the first time since this had started and gave him a big grin, which made Chris feel even more embarrassed that he was enjoy watching so much. Louise's hand cupped Jean-Luc's balls as his rhythm became more insistent. She had a good sense of timing and had never much liked Chris coming in her mouth, so it was with little surprise she eased off Jean-Luc's cock and started to massage it just a he started to cum. He splashed over her chest and stomach, which she gently rubbed it in as though it was the sun-cream from earlier.

She had been so focused on what she was doing, she hadn't noticed she that a crowd had gathered and seemed a little bit shy when she looked up. She kissed Jean-Luc passionately on the lips and put her hand behind his head, and hid her face in the crook of his neck. Then another wave of guilt made her turn to look at Chris, but she could tell she had nothing to feel guilty about as he was using 2 fingers to rub his cock. She could tell the tell-tale signs and asked him "are you going to come?"

The before he had finished coming, Chris felt ashamed he had enjoyed this so much. His cum ran down onto his towel. The crowd had already started to go off in search of more interest further down the beach. Chris cleaned himself up. Jean-Luc kissed Louise again for a minute or so and said he had to find his friends. He asked her "you are out tonight?". "Oui", she nodded, and he got up from the towel waved as he set off down the beach.

"Are you ok?" Louise asked as she rested her head against Chris's shoulder and put her arm around his waist. "I'm more than ok. You were hot." he said as he gave her slight squeeze and she let out a small purr. 

"Are you going to see him again?" 

"Lets see what happens" Louise felt as though she could go to sleep in the warmth from the sun.

"I love you." Chris whispered, sensing her beginning to relax.



The Beach



Slamming on the breaks, Sarah cursed herself; she should have filled up with gas back in town but now she was halfway to the middle of nowhere. Surely there must be a gas station somewhere around here? Why had she slammed on the brakes? Now she was grateful she was out in the sticks. Recovering her composure; she inched forward her sleek BMW. It purred its satisfaction at being given its head. 

Three miles down the road a luminescent white beacon shone out. Hopefully it wasn't a 24 diner or something equally useless As she drew closer she felt a little tingle of elation. Drawing her car in she hoped two things could go right in a row and she had remembered her cards. Phew! They were nestled in the back of her wallet.

As she took them out to pay the attendant she noticed a twinkle in his eyes. At first glance he seemed like the typical spotty 18 year old barely-out-of-puberty gas station attendant that provides enough material for 1001 comic stand-up routines but if you bothered to take a second glance he wasn't all that bad. He was possibly older than 18. A few spots freckled an otherwise and smooth face and his eyes were a cutie doe blue offset by stylishly messy jet black hair. Sarah, studying him, caught his eyes wandering to her blouse. Favouring him with a charming but blunt smile she took her receipt and, spinning on her heels, exited the gas station. 

Back behind the wheel her mind wandered to her goal. Aspen beach was about 30 miles from her home town. She had decided to go on an adventure there last week when she had overheard Gillian telling Sam about the night she had spent there with her new dreamboat Darren Shepherd; as the somewhat dizzy Gillian had propped up the water-cooler and relayed her tale of romance to a allegedly engrossed Sam, Sarah caught a little of the wonderlust. However, no dreamboat for her, she was alone by choice. 

She prided herself on being in command. At 29 she was successful and relatively well off by dint of her inheritance and self-made success. She had no need for a man. When she needed sex she went out and 9.5 times out of 10 got it but in the morning she was polite but short and exchanges of numbers were rare and only granted to the privileged few that impressed her sufficiently to be useful in the future. 

The wine and its companion glass chimed in harmony in the back as the BM grappled with the scrub cum car park. She was going to have a midnight liquid picnic, me time as kitsch self help books called it. Laying back and pouring herself a glass of Shiraz she lied down flat on her back and, letting her mind wander, gazed and at the milky black/blue of a moonlit sky.

***

His matt black hair was short and spiky. Golden brown eyes sunk inconspicuously into a thick set face and something about his smile was permanently dirty. He announced his presence grinding his body right into hers. Spinning around she ground him back and as she did she felt beneath his jeans a hard cock. Hard enough and big enough to interest her. After an hour of dancing, drinking and mindless chatter she decided to make her move. Her hands raced up the inside of his leg and she whispered: "follow me and I'll give you what you want"

***

Laying on her bed naked she was waiting him to do heaven knows what. Her spike of frustration relented as he walked back through the door, completely naked.

"Its not polite to keep a lady waiting you know'

"But am I not worth waiting for" he said as he winked. 

***

...her hand slid under the lip of her jeans as she sunk her fingers into her crimson red panties. She teased herself by stroking her clit with her fingertip...

***

A sharp pain shot up his neck as he was backed towards the bed. Resistance was futile. Physically his strength was far greater than hers but right now he was her creature. Her tongue was licking around his nipples teasing him until the moment when she bit down hard. Flinching he put his hand on her shoulders as if making to push her away but she countered by drawing herself into a sitting position. Now her whole body weight was keeping him pinned to the bed.

Cock swelling with cum he was caught between the shock of the pain and his growing desire to penetrate her. Sitting on-top of him she just leered and started rhythmically rubbing her moist pussy against his cock. It was hard enough to thrust into her now but she refused to sit on it, instead she continued massaging it. Digging her nails into his exposed flesh she pinned his shoulders to the bed and continued to tease...

***

Bored of teasing herself she pressed her finger firmly down on her clit and started rubbing firmly in a circular motion. Her legs were wide open, welcoming. Button after button on her chemise popped open as her free hand craved her supple breasts crowned by erect nipples. The same leer creased her face as she massaged her breast and experienced the satisfaction of that first thrust as her fingers rammed themselves into the waiting hole. 

Inside herself it was warm as her juices bubbled. She thrust hard and deep making sure she didn't neglect to stroke against the soft roof inside her. Her nails inflicted a pleasurable pain as they jarred against her tender flesh.

"Do you need any help there?"

She was hit with a splash of cold water. Withdrawing her fingers quickly and fumbling with the buttons on her blouse she substituted words for incoherent mumbles of rejection. 

"Don't stop. You were obviously enjoying yourself."

The voice was deep and masculine. She stopped trying to cover herself and turned to see as much as she could of the man. Set against the moon she could see a bulky silhouette but absolutely no detail of his face or body. Her face was tinted crimson but her grace was saved by pitch black. 

"You know, it would be a shame to waste this moment."

She was speechless. 

"Well????"

He moved closer to her. The moon vanished behind his advancing form. Standing next to her he removed his clothes and tossed them to one side. Like a rabbit trapped caught in headlights she was frozen transfixed as he moved to take her. She could see that his cock was hardening in anticipation and as he straddled her she felt drawn to it. As she rose her blouse fell away. 

Rather than feast on him straight away she placed her tongue tip at the base of the shaft; slowly she worked her tongue tip upwards enjoying every second. Feeling the rougher flesh of the shaft give way to the head she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth whole; until she could feel it's head pressing against the back of her throat. Having her take him inside of her pleased him immensely however he was going to make her beg; build her up to the point where she was consumed by the need to be penetrated. Pushing her away he pinned her shoulders to the ground. 

"Now where were you?"

Not wanting to waste any time later he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, tossing them into an undignified heap with his clothes. Even this momentary pause frustrated her and she rolled her eyes. 

Spreading her legs he drew the half empty bottle of Shiraz from the darkness; between her legs was a furnace, cum was seeping from her pussy. As he poured the Shiraz between her legs she flinched. No time was wasted in lapping up the wine and her juices.  

Against the soft tender flesh of her pussy his tongue felt rough. Rather than plunge his tongue into her he licked the sides teasing her softly and encouraging the cavity to release cum. He wanted her moist and ready for his cock. 

She was oblivious as he reared up to mount her fully. Her head was pushed right back into the sand: as she lay there he began ravishing her body pinning her arms back again. His teeth bit down hard into the tender flesh of her neck as his pulsating cock sunk deep into her pussy. Pain from his biting teeth was mixed with the pleasure of feeling his flesh inside her. 

Arms pinned and her body caught in a vice between the earth and his sweating body she was powerless to do anything as he thrust into her slowly at first but always powerfully and always deep into her. The tongue that had prepared her for his cock now licked her neck, shoulders and face. No words were spoken. 

Faster and faster he thrust into her. She was getting impatient; she wanted him to cum in her now and she limply made to scratch him. Cum was filling his cock but he was determined not to release it. Her efforts to hurry him on only made him draw things out more; rather than thrust he pounded now. He was smirking in the dark, loving every minute of her growing desperation. 

When he felt he was nearing climax he gently kissed her face and her neck; brushing them with his lips. Then as he knew he could hold himself no more he dived to the nape of her neck and clamped his teeth down hard exactly at the same moment as his cock exploded, pumping cum into her. For a fraction of a second she was shocked then the shock produced a spasm; her body convulsed as she released her cum. 

Moaning and gasping for breath she was lost for words as he withdrew and begun to dress himself. Not once had she spoken to him. He had given her all that she wanted and words seemed pointless; as he faded into the shadows she slowly came too. Swiftly she re-packed the car and made her way home.



The Beach



As the summer heat was gliding over the cool sand and they lie there naked on the beach, except for her Collar of Obedience, Pony and her Master relaxed for the weekend. Watching the other bathers heading to the cool tropical blue waters her Master asks if she like what she sees. Pony's reply was quick with desire. "Oh! Yes Master!"

"I knew you would." Responded her Master. And with that her Master had her stand up. "Now my Pony, when each couple or individual walks by our spot you are to introduce me as your Master, and proclaim you will do anything for your Master as you are his and only his to please." 

Pony did not have long to wait as the first couple approached the spot where her Master lay in the sun warming him. As the couple got closer Pony said softly to no one in particular, "This is my Master, I will do anything to please him, I am his and his alone to command." Her Master quickly jumped to his feet with the long leather crop that was split at the tip as if two long slithering tongues reached out from the tip to nip harshly at anything in their grasp. 

"Louder!" Her Master commanded as he swung the crop catching her thighs just below the curvature of her ass. She stood perfectly still as the crop bit her not once but twice, one for each person that could not hear her as she proclaimed herself to her Master. The couple approached the Master and his Pony. 

"What did she say," asked the couple? 

"Speak when I command you and not a moment sooner Pony. Remember you are mine and not some common slave, answering to anyone." 

"Yes, Master." Pony replied.

"Now go and adjust my beach towel you so rudely messed up." 

"Yes, Master." Pony quickly rearranged her Master's towel and resumed her position back in front and off to the side of her Master as he sat back on the towel and back support wedge. 

"Now do as you were instructed to do Pony!" snapped her Master 

Pony quickly and loudly proclaimed, "This is my Master! I am his to do with as he pleases. I am no one else's. I will do anything for my Master as he commands me and I will anticipate his needs and serve him with all my heart, soul, body and mind!"

The couple smiled and congratulated the Master on having such a fine Pony. The couple watched as the Pony applied sun tanning oil to her Master's feet and working her way up to his calf's and thighs. Pony's tightly braided hair flowed down her back like the dark and beautiful mane her Master had wished and instructed her to grow in their early stages of the relationship. It was difficult to determine if the mane was part of her tail that protruded from her ass, unless she was standing and her mane flowed outward from her back. Pony continued applying the oil to her Masters thighs careful not to touch his cock at this time, as her Master liked it only after the rest of him was completed covered in alight sheen of the warming substance. Pony moved close to his cock and around his inner thighs expertly with out touching his massive balls. She moved up over his stomach and moved over his nipples pulling slightly as her Master had taught her. She smoothed the oil over his face careful to touch her Master eyes massaging them just so. 

The Master leaned forward to allow her to continue working her way around to his back. She reached her Masters ass and he lifted himself up thrusting his hips and arching his back, supporting himself on his arms so she could slide under him face up while applying the oil to her Masters under thighs and calves. Pony knew what she needed to do as her Master had taught her well. 

Pony gently began to licked each nut and slowly bathing them in her mouth, alternately working her tongue over his asshole and the super sensitive area between his balls and ass. She worked deeper and harder with each stroke of her tongue, slipping her tongue each time deeper into his ass and alternately attempting to swallow his balls as they danced on her face. Pony continued to grasp his ass and open it, moving her face ever higher to suck his cock before applying the oil. 

The couple watching applauded her application of the oil and began to touch one another and they lamented over not having such a fine Pony for themselves. Pony inched her way forward now and was seated before her Masters massively hard and ridged cock as he continued to support himself. Pony loved to suck her Masters cock in front of the other couple showing her devotion for and to him.

Pony licked and tasted her Master from the root of his cock up ward working it with her lips and her Master held his position. Pony took his balls in her hands and gently began pulling on the them, massaging them and weighing them for herself. She knew they produced the gift she so craved from Him. Pony loved her Masters cum and would do anything to bring forth his offering to her. She loved to paint her lips and chin and stand before the bystanders and swirl her tongue as the cum drained from her mouth.

The first time her Master had her perform for the other on the beach she was severely spanked with the crop for disobeying her Master and greedily sucking down the cum, denying their audience the pleasure of seeing her enjoy his seed on her face. She glowed red with embarrassment the first few times, growing bolder as her Master spanked and cropped her in public for her disobedience. Her shaved pussy fiery red and dripping with desire before the audience. She made the mistake of cumming once in public before the other couples and was spanked within and inch of passing out. Pony had never felt such pleasure from the paddling; the explosive feeling of devotion and pleasure as the paddle swung over and over on her upturned ass at the public spanking table. 

But for today she followed her Master's instruction as she took the tip of his cock between her lips and felt the warm fluid fill her mouth with the salty sweet essence. Her Master relaxed back against the wedge and sat watching as she stood after applying the oil to his cock and balls, all the while holding his seed in her greedy mouth. Pony then positioned herself in front and to the left of her Master and slowly opened her mouth as the warm liquid began to flow between her lips. Pony knew only to allow so much out or she would not be able to perform to her Master's satisfaction. She swirled her tongue over her lips and chin feeling the sweet cum paint them. 

She grew moist between her thighs as the couple watched with desire as she played with her Masters cum between her lips. Pony began to undulate her hips, moving them with grace and seduction. Pony had danced this many times and began to move around the couple, pleasing her Master as his cock began to grow again.

She smiled at her Master, pleased with herself for making her Master hard again. She continued her belly dance around the couple; her pussy on fire for release but knew now was not the time. She felt the warm cum on her lips and chin and soon let the remaining cum flow from her mouth as she wiped it away with her hand and began to spread the warm cum over her breasts leaving a fine sheen of cum on them as she danced onward.

Pony danced as if possessed. She moved her hands ever closer to her hips, swinging her breasts and dancing before her Master, oblivious of the gathering crowd. Pony danced to the time honored love dance of eons of seduction till at last she moved to the ground and arched her back, spreading her inflamed cunt toward her Master.

Pony continued arching her hips over and over again, begging her Master to take her with out ever saying a word. The crowd mesmerized by her beauty. She took the remaining cum and spread it over her hot moist and open cunt. Gripping her clit and pulling, hardening it she smiled at her Master, beckoning him to take her on the beach before the crowd.

Her Master stands and walks before her. Grasping his cock he plunges into her grasping and seethingly warm opening, feeling her pulse on him, sucking him deeper. Master pounds into her, hips hitting hips as his balls begin to contract and at last he explodes with satisfaction and laughs with lusty desire as his cum flows from between them and slips down over her ass and onto the sand. Her Master repositions himself watching her as she stands just to front of him and off to the side and announces to the swollen crowd.

"This is my Master! I am his to do with as he pleases. I am no one else's. I will do anything for my Master as he commands and I will anticipate his needs and serve him with all my heart, soul, body and mind!" The warm hot cum flowing from her pussy and down her thighs, she smiles to herself and knows she is happy and will remain his forever. 



The Beach



The hot sun burned down on her young skin. She had been lying on the beach for almost an hour. She looked over and saw her young lover lying next to her with his eyes closed. Feeling safe that she would not be discovered she stared intently at his firm body.

His chest was smooth with only a few blonde hairs around his nipples. She allowed her gaze to drift lower to his smooth flat stomach, then lower still to the band of his swim trunks. She could see where his maleness caused the material to swell up to allow it room. Her mind began to drift to other times.

He had been her first lover, still was her only lover. She recalled the first time they had made love, she had wondered at how what was so painful had become so exquisite. In the two years since he had taught her much. Although he was only 21 at that time, he had by far more experience in the art of love.

She thought about many firsts then. How her cheeks glowed with embarrassment as his mouth kissed her center. The feelings he aroused in her. She recalled as if it was that moment how the embarrassment fled as the sensation took hold. His tongue, gently at first, flicking her clit causing her hips to begin moving in the ageless motion. As her desire mounted he was more firm with his mouth. He suckled on her clit, his hot tongue forming a warm soft bed. When he slid two fingers into her now wet hot body she gasped at the pleasure. As her orgasm took over her body she trembled and shuddered. She knew he would feel her muscles contract on his fingers still deep inside of her. At that moment she had not cared.

It then that she came out of her private thoughts and realized she had been staring at his now growing erection. She could see that he had become hard beneath his swim trunks. She gazed at his face and saw that his eyes were now fully opened. She blushed wondering if he could indeed read her mind.

He sat up and leaned toward her kissing her gently on the mouth. He whispered for her to follow him into the water. As they approached the water hand in hand they watched the kids playing on the beach, their parents sitting on lounge chairs keeping a close watch on them.

The water felt cold on her hot skin, as the water reached the top of her thighs she got Goosebumps down her arms, the nipples on her young breasts became hard beneath the top of her bathing suit. The couple laughed and splashed each other getting used to the cool water on their heated skin.

A few moments later and the water became deep enough that she could no longer reach the bottom. He was taller than she, very much so. He stood twelve inches above her 5' 2" frame. As the water got deeper he held her hand as they continued out until the water reached the top of his shoulders.

When he stopped she swam around into his waiting arms, only then letting go of his hand. His arms circled her as her legs wrapped themselves around his body, her arms around his neck. He kissed her then deeply and passionately. They knew that even on this crowded beach no one could see beneath the water. They were free to hold each other tightly once again.

To everyone on the shore they were two young people kissing and hugging. Nothing more. He removed one hand from her waist and brought it forward cupping one firm breast. He loved touching her breasts, he knew they were large for such a tiny young woman, knew for a fact that they were DD. He had long ago checked the tag on one of her bras; he had to fulfill his curiosity, and was not ashamed he had.

After a few moments their kisses became more urgent. With her legs wrapped around him she could feel his erection returning. She let out a soft groan as his fingers played with her hard nipple.

Freeing one hand from around his neck she loosened her legs around him, reached down and cupped his now erect penis in her hand. His response was instant and intense. He released her breast, reached down and moved the swimsuit barrier that was between he and she. His trunks now very much lower on his hips allowing him the freedom they both desired.

She moved the crotch of her swimsuit over and out of the way, allowing room for him to enter her. As he slid inside her warm body she once again tightened her legs around him. The feel of his hard penis filling her. They held each other tightly, the rocking movement of the water becoming the rhythm their hips followed. The feelings more intensified as they could still hear the people on shore, knowing they had no idea what was before their eyes.

Their excitement mounted as they got closer to that sweet moment of release. They knew they could not cry out or show any outwardly signs of what was happening beneath the water. They held onto each other closely, looked to each other for help. Her head buried in his neck, allowing the sensation to fill her soul. His head down too, close to her neck. With soft groans escaping from both their lips the crashing release finally came to them. Feeling his movement as he lifted his head she gazed at his blue eyes. He looked back at her, into her warm black/brown eyes and gently kissed her swollen mouth. She knew there was no need for words. She knew all she needed to by what was in his eyes.

The couple slowly disentangled themselves from each other and discretely fixed their swim clothes. Their bodies once again satiated, at least for the time being.

As they swam back toward shore they began once again playing, splashing and laughing with each other. Once on shore they grabbed their towels dried off and headed for the cabin.

As they entered the dark cabin laughing and carrying on her mother met them at the door. "It looks like you two had a good time at the beach" she said.

"We sure did" was their reply in unison, as they smiled at each other.



The Beach



The beach is somewhere between Newcastle and Berwick. It's not a secret; just a place whose name you wouldn't recognise, where the sand occasionally has a blackish hue from tiny grains of coal washed ashore, and where the skyline to the south is broken only by a small wind farm, a mile out to sea.

It's a long beach; you get lots of day visitors at the southern end during summer weekends, but less during the week. I'm not lying at the southern end; I'm further north, in a hollow curve of the dunes, with a small sun tent erected to shield me from the view of anyone coming straight over the top of the dunes.

It's not that I don't want to be seen. Not at all. John has taken thirty pictures of me already, and is changing the memory card in his camera while I read my book. It's just that if you want to see me you have to play by our rules. John will publish a few of these pictures on bulletin boards, inviting people to email him for more pictures. He encourages them to tell me, in the emails, what it feels like to look at me, naked. The more explicit their emails, the more pics he sends them by return.

So it is with real life voyeurs on the beach. He wants me to see them, to know that they're there. He knows they arouse me. I can't help this streak of exhibitionism. It's just one of the isms I've discovered about myself since John came into my life. I don't want to write my biography. Not yet, anyway. That's not what this story is for, but I do want to tell you about my life. Exhibitionism in words maybe.

I'd never sunbathed naked before John. I still wouldn't, without his presence or knowledge. I'd have continued to buy old fashioned bikinis at shops my mother would approve of. I still do buy bikinis, but Wicked Weasel isn't a brand my mother's acquainted with.

I wear them to the beach, or in the car, or walking through the dunes as I did today, teamed with a sarong to keep the peace. I wear them at homes sometimes, if the girls are at their father's and John is visiting. Once, at a barbeque John hosted at his house near Edinburgh, I wore the smallest bikini and a denim skirt with high heeled mules, or come fuck me shoes as John calls them. I may tell you what happened there later.

Anyway, back to the story. 

I'm lying on the beach, one leg bent, the other straight out in front of me. I'm looking over my book at a man who's trying to be surreptitious, about thirty feet away. He doesn't want to be caught looking, but he can't keep his eyes away from me. I'm delighted. I don't need any more suntan oil, but I start to make a pretence of rubbing some more in. I love the way I look since John took me on. Still slim, suntanned, cared for; nails polished, feet pedicured regularly – I'm a different woman to the one who got divorced years ago. 

Different in another physical way; I wear more jewellery on the beach, naked, than I ever wore during my marriage. One gold ring, in each nipple. One gold and diamond stud, in each ear. A gold and emerald belly bar, piercing the top edge of my navel. A gold barbell piercing each labia, quite low down so that I feel them if I squat or walk vigorously. A gold ring through the hood of my clit, hanging down. John loves to suck my clit through the ring - the result is an exquisite sensitivity that brings on the most painful and blissful orgasms. 

And that's just the jewellery I wear all the time. This is one of my naked days so I'm wearing silver torque bracelets around my ankles; they bend into shape and have tiny hooks to keep them closed. On the second toe of each foot is a silver ring. I miss my collar or the solid necklaces I wear when it's not a beach day; the ankle bracelets have a way of reminding me that I'm different.

So that's the woman the man on the dunes is looking at. Different. Different in the way I look, and different in the way I behave. I turn to look at men on the beach, try to see if I can make them hard. I part my legs in clear gestures; women who like to be fucked do this, my body says. Sunbathers don't do this. Today's watcher is a typical voyeur; he doesn't want to come forward, has no desire to fuck me, just wants to watch and wank. I don't want to settle for that just yet. So I turn my back on him, and pick up my book.

It only takes about ten minutes for him to move round to a position further down the beach where he can see a little of me again, but until he comes closer or shows he's interested I'm not playing. I'm more interested in the couple making their way down the beach. They look vaguely uncomfortable, like they've not been to a nudist beach before. So I wave at them. Unsure, insecure, whatever the emotion, they make their way towards me. The wife is in her mid thirties, blonde, shoulder length hair, wearing plain bikini bottoms and a scarf tied round her tits. Her husband is naked, a cut cock bobbing against his thigh, suntanned and more confident.

He looks happy to share the spot, spreading towels out, half burying a cool bag of drinks, offering his wife the suntan lotion. She looks confused by the pace things are happening at, as if she wishes she had more time. She's not comfortable with the watcher either. The husband looks comfortable though, and is chatting to me as if we're new neighbours who've just met over the garden fence.

It's maybe ten minutes before the wife is happy to take the scarf off her boobs. And they're gorgeous. Full pink nippled boobs, slightly pendulous, but perfect if you like firm mature boobs. I do. I don't mind smaller boobs like mine, but there's something about having a handful of breast that makes bisexuality real fun.

She knows I'm looking at her boobs. She knows her husband is making small talk at me as if he has to impress me. And she knows I'm glistening with oil while her body looks a little dry already. So it's almost natural to shut her husband out and talk to her about the need to protect her sensitive skin. We're away and talking, and her husband is shut out. He wanders away to where John is sitting, and strikes up a conversation with him.

It's not a chance encounter of course. She talks in a quieter voice about her husband wanting to see her with another woman, about the emails between her hubby and John. She's not confident about the situation. I try and explain to her that I'm never confident about what will happen. I'm never sure that I'll make people come. It's why I love the repetition, the experience of being able to do it again and again. And the variety, the range of men and women I can turn on and please.

As she relaxes I can see Marie is getting into the idea of being seduced by me. Or of having sex with me, on a beach. She's turned on by me talking dirty. I don't mind that. I talk about how her husband was probably fantasizing about me offering to rub suntan oil into her boobs. About her getting aroused, and being caressed and fingered by me, so that when he comes back she doesn't mind if he fucks me while John fucks her.

I'm telling her that while I lie on my side, one hand at my groin. She's rubbing some oil into her breasts, and as I talk about what her husband might want to see I'm also encouraging her to pull at her nipples, to make them erect. She knows that I'm playing a game, turning her husband's fantasies around and trying to give her confidence by putting her in charge. Instead of it being a game of slutty little me seducing the sober housewife I'm daring her to play a role, the sexy woman who surprises her husband by seducing the slut.

I'm still lying on my side at this stage, facing away from the three men. Marie can see that I'm rubbing my finger down from my clit to my pussy, slipping it inside as far as the second joint. I'm wet already, and turned on. I'm thinking, too, about what will make the best show for John. He'll want to get the best shots, and he did agree the photo rules with Marie's husband.

So now I'm telling her what's turning me on. I want her to kneel above my face looking towards my feet, so that the pictures will have all of her and all of me in them. It's not what she's been expecting. Even the idea of making the first move is making her shaky. I'm not going to give way though. I'm rubbing some of my own pussy juices into my nipples, telling her that all I want is for her to kneel above me, and I'll do the rest.

As soon as she shows the slightest sign of weakening I roll onto my back, knees raised, thighs apart. She slips her bikini bottoms down, and I watch her husband out of the corner of my eye as she shuffles across, and kneels by my shoulders. His mouth is hanging open. John is smiling. I think he knows that I'm playing a game. I'll find out if he approves later.

While I'm swapping knowing glances with John Marie is less comfortable. She doesn't know what to do next, and hovers above me, her pussy looking bare and closed. An oyster to be priced open maybe. I raise myself on my elbows to plant a kiss on her pussy, and then, as if it's a natural act of submission, wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down to my mouth.

I can hear the camera clicking. I'm sure I can – it's not just imagination. I delve into her pussy with my tongue, parting the lips, seeking moisture. I know I'll look open, and wet, in the pictures. Marie is surprised by how assertive my tongue is being, burrowing inside her, wrapping itself into a tube of flesh to probe deeper.

Marie isn't the first woman I've introduced to bi pleasures. Would I have sought out women to have sex with if John hadn't required? Probably not, but does it matter? I'd fantasized about it, not sure if I was brave enough, but John made it happen. Did it matter that I do it when he's watching, when other guys are watching, when I can see the erections I'm causing? Not to me it doesn't.

What matters is the next stage, the next step for her and for me. She's slumped forward now and I can get my tongue on her clit as she opens up to me. I'm lapping at it, gentle licks that alternate with the more forceful probes inside her. Can she see how wet I'm getting? She's slumping forward, resting her head on my stomach – she should be able to smell me even if she doesn't open her eyes to the evidence. I've been here before, waiting for a novice to summon the courage to cross the bridge and actively tongue me. Never mind how I got here. Never mind how I learned to be this woman. Never mind how much I want to show her, to explain that there was a time when I'd never licked a woman's lower lips, or slid a probing finger into a woman's pussy as I sucked on her clit. I want the watchers to see nothing except spontaneity so I let her find her own way around me. And she gets the message. It's a bit like being licked by a kitten, but she's getting to my clit. And boy do I want her to get there....

She licks me to orgasm with more enthusiasm than skill, but it works. It works for me, and moments later, it works for her. She comes, gasping and crying, with my tongue inside her pussy and my thumb in her arse. She rolls off me, and I can see there are more watchers now, four in total. That makes six men in total. John is standing amongst them, with a bag of condoms dangling from one wrist. How will she react if I give her time to think? I don't. She's kneeling next to me, catching her breath, when I part her pussy lips with one hand while beckoning the first of the watchers over to me. He's fumbling with a condom as he approaches, but he manages to roll it down his stubby hard on. She's wet enough to take him, and moans as he pushes into her. I'm not sure she realises he's a total stranger until his arms go aaround her from behind, pulling her onto him. It's as if she sees the tattoo of a snake on his forearm and understands that she's never seen it, or him, before. But he holds her down, presses into her, and she gives in. And once she's given in, I can get on with the others.

I love being gang fucked. Love it. Three men having to work out between themselves which off them gets first choice of hole, or who goes where? I love it. Men standing to one side, keeping their cocks hard while they wait for the first guys to reach orgasm inside their condoms, or to pull out and come on me? Perfect. The click of the camera and John's smile as he takes the photos? Ecstasy.

Of course it's tiring. By the time four men have finished with me my thigh muscles are aching. My jaw feels as if I've been too long at the dentists. Other muscles ache; my lower stomach for instance. And there's that aching, gorgeous feeling that my pusssy and arse have been used up, that all their defences have been eroded and that anyone who wants to can do with me whatever they want. And the anticipation of a shower of come on my face...

John has other ideas though. He whispers in my ear. Marie's husband wanted her broken in properly. I understand. John was the same with me when we first became partners. He wanted me to understand that there are no halfway houses in sluttishness, that no limits except for the safe word means exactly that. So I take on the role of provider again. She's blushing, Marie. Whether it's the pool of come in her navel or the juices smeared down her thighs I don't know, but the three fuckings she's had have left her flushed and breathless. I coax her with promises that this man is the last one, the final movement of the game. She doesn't see John hand the camera to her husband, doesn't complain as I scratch my nail across her clit again. She goes back to the doggy position again with a sham of reluctance. I straddle her, facing her head, and lift her head by the hair. She thinks this is the game, multiple facial come shot, and I don't disillusion her. The guys who've got hardons left cluster around her, rubbing their cocks in her face.

All except John. Even if she could move her head, if I didn't have hold of her hair, she wouldn't be able to see him directly behind her. She wouldn't be able to see him smearing the condom he's wearing with my juices as lubricant. She can't even see the gleeful look on her husband's face. All she knows is the sudden sick feeling as he breaches the muscular ring of her arse, penetrating her until his groin comes to rest against the cheeks of her arse. Her body language suggests she's about to protest, but right on cue the original watcher sprays her face with come, and her husband moves round to capture the moment. There's a fleeting eye contact, and she gives in, allows John to continue the deep, slow strokes with which he's opening her up. When the ejaculations have finished, and her face looks as if it's been coated with a fine glaze of white John pulls out of her, and I step round to kneel facing her, both of us holding our backs straight. If she thinks John and her husband are going to come on both of us, she's mistaken. They come in my mouth, successively. If she wants their come she has to kiss me.

So she does. We kiss deeply, sharing the moment. As if they know their place them men move away, and I pull her down to the towels on the beach and stroke her hair. She whispers in my ear "He'll never look at me the same again, will he?" I

 whisper back "Good", and she smiles at me as if she understands. 



The Beach



It is sunset and we are in my favorite place, Oahu, You decided you would join me when I asked you to. We arrived earlier in the day after a long 12 hour flight ...but it wasn't all that bad ...after all you joined the mile high club after I made an excuse that my zipper on my skirt was stuck and we went to the family restroom. You didn't have a clue what was on my mischievous mind was up to when I took you to that bathroom, till I sat on the counter and started to unzip your pants and gave you a little smile. Then you knew right away! 

So here we are splashing around in the ocean the sun has just set, the beach goers have long since left. We are enjoying the water and each other. Of course I'm not sure that you enjoyed it when I splashed you as you came up from that big wave crashing on you. But you got me back as you grabbed me and we went tumbling into the next wave. I turn to you and start to kiss you so passionately, hungrily with my tongue searching and probing yours. I'm sucking your tongue like I want to suck your cock. I can feel it starting to get hard as I'm pressed against you. OH.. god it feels so good as it is getting harder and harder. 

The sky is turning gorgeous colors of blue and pink. But all I can think of is your cock being hard and how your head must be turning purple as I reach down and start stroking it as the waves come in some gently, some harder ...kissing you..as you rub my back pulling me in to you holding me tightly against you.

You look at me and tell me that we better get out of here and get back to the hotel while we still can! I smile and say that is what vacations are for as I bend down and start pulling your swimming suit out just a bit so I can get your huge raging cock out into my hand....I start to slowly lick your swollen throbbing purple head and trace it with my tongue. Your cock is so big a full 8.5 and thick...the harder I suck the bigger it gets. The bigger the head gets in my mouth the wetter I can feel my pussy get...the more I want to fuck you...but this is all about you. Tasting you is heaven for me. Feeling your hard muscle beneath my tongue. Licking its every curve ....every bulging vein. "Hmmmmmm..."

Your still worried about being on the beach and I laugh and tell you to relax everyone else is busy doing whatever they are doing.... I give you a wicked smile. A knowing look my finger trails from my mouth down my chest between my heaving tan cleavage. Your watching with such intense dark eyes...I then drop my head take you in my mouth and start sucking on you so hard stroking you while I do...sucking you and stoking you alternating between faster and slower.... I don't want you to get too close too fast. I want you to enjoy this ...you moan softly as you lean your head back and thrust your hips slightly forward. Knowing this means it feels good I slow down...teasing you...I lick your throbbing vein massaging your balls while I do...trace your head again then start to suck you fast again..obviously this was a good move your legs are trembling as I suck and suck...OH god you feel so good in my mouth just like this afternoon... The head rubbing over my tongue the thick hard ridge then down ...down ...down...deeper and deeper.....I can feel a small amount of pre cum and it tastes soooo good..... thick ..hot ..sticky liquid escapes over my tongue. I moan and the vibrations rumble through your cock...I feel you arch as I suck and moan. 

I continue to suck and I can feel you starting to tense up so I slow down ....the waves are crashing around us...the tide is coming in...I'm stroking you and sucking you and I look up to see your face watching your expressions as I start to suck you faster and faster. Looking into your eyes as I suck you....watching each sensation as I stare into your dark passionate eyes. They are the exact opposite of my light blue eyes that remind you of pools of cool water. Watching you while I suck you seems to make you rock hard....your head is huge in my mouth as I take your cock ...further ..further down my throat...."hummmmmm" I moan in pure pleasure at sucking you.

I can feel you throbbing and throbbing I want to taste all of you...I want to taste you....let you explode ..let you explode in my mouth....let me share that moment with you ........ sucking and sucking...your tense and I can feel your cock is as hard as it can possibly get ..I can feel as it starts to spasm and you moan leaning your head back moving your hips with my sucking ... Your hips buck toward my head in motions with me.....Your hands are holding my shoulders now...hard...pushing me closer...harder and faster into your waiting cock. I'm sucking faster as I can feel your hot thick white sticky cum spurting in my mouth and down my throat so hot ..sucking and stroking faster and faster....you scream out at the moment of ultimate release " Oh fuck me with that mouth..oh yes baby.........." and I know I've done exactly what I set out to do.

I'm sucking every last drop...milking your cock...getting every ounce of your pleasure in deep within my throat... as I suck firmly yet gently tasting every last drop ...as this huge wave comes in and crashes around us your voice low shaking from the force of what just happened..." that was amazing Erica..."

I tell you "I think you might want to come with me to sit on the beach mat and get a drink" as we drag ourselves out of the water....and stumble to the beach.  Your legs are barely able to hold you after all of that. The strength of the water crashing around us is tumultuous to say the least.  The sky is dark now except for a streak of bright pink to the west...we fall to the beach mat and start kissing passionately. Tongues dancing......searching probing....yearning for more... I can feel you as you press your self against me, I arch my back to meet you again, I moan your name wanting you inside of me....wanting you to touch my swollen clit...wet....so wet.



The Beach



Hobe Sound 

Mid-south Florida, in the fall of 1983. I was working just South of Ft. Pierce and had been told of a "nude" beach, 10 to 15 miles further south. I decided to check it out, the idea of being nude in the outdoors had always intrigued me. I had already been in Florida for a week and had the makings of a pretty decent tan, but the idea of losing the tan lines really inspired me.

I found the beach, per directions provided by someone who knew where it was. It was much better than the beach at the hotel, at which I stayed, even if it was a half-hour away. My first visit was relatively uneventful, but had me hooked on being naked on a beach (or for that matter, anywhere that I could get away with it!). I just concentrated on losing the tanline.

The second time, three people, a guy and two girls, chose a spot about forty yards away and eventually I was invited to join them. One of the girls was a stripper, the other, a waitress at the same club. I enjoyed having someone to talk too, but they left an hour or so after I had joined them. They had to get ready for work. I stayed about an hour longer and then left myself.

A week later, my whole body was a bronze tan. My butt and groin were quickly catching up with the rest of my body. I had a favorite spot where there was a wind-break/sand fence that angled northward to the beach. There was a large flat area behind it that offered privacy from the water's edge, being about six feet above water level most of the time I was there. The wind-break/sand fence served several purposes, two of which were to slow the beach sand from claiming the woodland at the beaches edge, and to shield you from naked eye view from the public beach area, a quarter mile distances to the south. If you stood, people could see you but at that distance, without aid (binoculars or such, they could not tell that you were nude. Because of the curvature of the beach, you could spot anyone coming your way long before they go to you. There was a sign warning against public nudity, but usually if you covered when someone was near, nothing was said. The beach was a sea turtle sanctuary and usually patrolled about twice a day by Park Rangers riding four-wheelers.

1)

I was laying about fifteen feet behind and from the beach end of the fence when I first saw him, maybe forty yards away, walking quickly up the beach. As he passed the end of the fence, he saw me and came closer, asking me the time. I checked my watch, in my bag, and told him the time. I was lying on my stomach at the time. He said, "Thank you," and started up the beach then turned to ask if I had seen anyone going up the beach. I told him that I had not, but that I had not always been watching the beach all of the time. He turned again, continuing to walk up the beach. I checked every few minutes and watched as he walked around the next outward bend, out of sight.

Some time later I saw him again, as he rounded the bend on his way back down the beach. It had been about forty-five minutes since he had first passed, when he stopped by again to ask if I had seen anyone.

"No I haven't... except for you," I said as I rolled to my back so that I wouldn't have to crane my neck back to look up at him. I should probably mention that although Ed, as I learned his name was, was wearing a swimsuit, I was not. As he had already seen my naked butt and not said anything, I did not bother to try to cover myself as I usually did if someone clothed approached. After I had rolled over, Ed asked if I would mind if he sat for a while to wait to see if his friend showed up.

"No, I don't mind. I've been here several hours and not spoken to anyone... but you."

He sat on the sand several feet away and we chatted for a few minutes about the beach and his friend whom he was supposed to meet here.

"You've got a nice tan and a great body. Do you workout," he asked.

"Only at work," I said.

He scooted closer in the sand, nearer my towel, during the next minutes of conversation. Soon, he reached out and fondled my flaccid dick. "Does that bother you?"

"Not if it doesn't bother you," I answered, my dick becoming firmer with his manipulations. As I became half-erect, Ed looked both ways on the beach, then rocked forward on his knees. Leaning over my body, he took my cock into his mouth. I was rock hard in less than a minute.

Raising his head and making eye contact, he said, "Would you want to move back a little farther into the woods, off of the beach? I'm afraid someone might see us here."

"Yeah...sure, that might be a good idea." I put some loose items into my bag, then, grabbing it and my towel, went twenty or so yards back into the woods and brush. I found a mostly secluded spot where I laid my towel then myself down.

Ed went to his knees, sucking my still partially erect cock back into his mouth. After several minutes, my ass was getting jealous.

I said to him, "Do you think that your cock would fit in my ass."

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Would you like to fuck my almost virgin ass?"

"Yes, I'd like that! I don't know if it will or not, but we can find out soon enough, if you want me too?"

"I don't think that I'd have mentioned it, if I didn't." I responded.

Ed stood up and removed his swimsuit, revealing a six-inch cock with a large purplish mushroomed head, and large hairy balls surrounded by dark pubic hair. He had a wooden cock ring around his cock and balls. I rolled over and raised to my hands and knees. He positioned himself at the end of the towel and using oil from my bag, lubricated my ass and his dick. He tried to penetrate my ready and willing ass, but his cock-head was like a huge mushroom. It felt like he was trying to push the small end of a baseball bat in my ass. I mean...I guess I was a little tense at first. I tried to relax, but it was taking some time. Just as I felt my ass muscles loosen, he was so excited that he blew his wad! He had not penetrated even the outer ring of my anus. His cum was hot as it splattered on my asshole and flowed down the crevice of my buttocks to drip from my balls onto the towel.

He sat on his bent knees, with his hands on his hips, "I'm sorry. I was just too excited by your gorgeous body. That doesn't usually happen to me," he apologized.

"That's O.K., don't be concerned. Can I try to fuck you." I said.

"No, I want you in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth," he repeated himself.

Shortly thereafter I was and I did! So hard in fact that my knees buckled. Ed swallowed every drop then licked my cock and balls clean

Ed thanked me and said that he hoped to see me again, another time, but that he had to leave now. 

As he pulled his swimsuit back on, tucking his deflated cock in, I told him, " I'm here almost every day about the same time and usually, until the sun has gone from the beach."

Ed smiled, "Then maybe I will see you again," turning to walk away.

"Maybe", I said, smiling as I thought about the next time I would come to the beach.



The Beach



Sarah cursed herself; she should have filled up with gas back in town but now she was halfway in the middle of nowhere. Surely there must be a gas station somewhere around here? Recovering her composure, she inched forward her sleek BMW. It purred its satisfaction at being given its head. Three miles down the road a luminescent white beacon shone out... 

As she was paying the attendant, she noticed a twinkle in his eyes. He seemed like the typical spotty 18 year old barely-out-of-puberty gas station attendant that provides enough material for 1001 comic stand-up routines. However, if you bothered to take a second glance he wasn't all that bad looking; a few spots freckled an otherwise smooth face and his eyes were a cutie doe blue offset by stylishly messy jet black hair. Sarah, studying him, caught his eyes wandering to her blouse. Favouring him with a charming but blunt smile she took her receipt and, spinning on her heels, exited the gas station. 

She prided herself on being in command. At 29 she was successful and relatively well off by virtue of her inheritance and self-made success. She had no need for a man. When she needed sex she went out and 9.5 times out of 10 got it. In the morning she was polite but short and exchange of numbers were rare and only granted to the privileged few that impressed her sufficiently to be useful in the future. 

The wine and its companion glass chimed in harmony in the back as the BM grappled with the scrub cum car park. She was going to have a midnight liquid picnic, 'me time' as kitsch self help books called it. Laying back and pouring herself a glass of Shiraz she lay down flat on her back and, letting her mind wander, gazed at the milky black/blue of a moonlit sky....

***

He announced his presence by grinding his body right into hers. Spinning around she ground him back and as she did she felt beneath his jeans a hard cock; hard enough and big enough to interest her. After an hour of dancing, drinking and mindless chatter she decided to make her move. Her hands raced up the inside of his leg and she whispered: "follow me and I'll give you what you want..."

...a sharp pain shot up his neck as he was backed towards the bed. Resistance was futile. Her tongue was licking around his nipples teasing him until the moment when she bit down hard. Flinching he put his hand on her shoulders but she countered by drawing herself into a sitting position. Now her whole body weight was keeping him pinned to the bed...

... his cock swelling with cum he was caught between the shock of the pain and his growing desire to penetrate her. Sitting on-top of him she just leered and started rhythmically rubbing her moist pussy against himself. It was hard enough to thrust into her now but she refused to sit on it, instead she continued massaging it. Digging her nails into his exposed flesh she pinned his shoulders to the bed and continued to tease...

***

Her hand slid under the lip of her jeans as she sunk her fingers into her crimson red panties. She teased herself by stroking her clit with her fingertip...

Bored of teasing herself she pressed her finger firmly down on her clit and started rubbing firmly; her legs were wide open, welcoming. Button after button on her chemise popped open as her free hand craved her supple breasts crowned by erect nipples. The same leer creased her face as she massaged her breast and experienced the satisfaction of that first thrust as her fingers rammed themselves into the waiting hole. 

Inside it was warm as her juices bubbled. She thrust hard and deep making sure she didn't neglect to stroke against the soft roof inside her. Her nails inflicted a pleasurable pain as they jarred against her tender flesh.

"Do you need any help there?"

It was as she had been hit with a splash of cold water. Withdrawing her fingers quickly and fumbling with the buttons on her blouse she substituted words for incoherent mumbles of rejection. 

"Don't stop. You were obviously enjoying yourself."

The voice was deep and masculine; she stopped trying to cover herself and turned to see as much as she could of the man. Set against the moon she could see a bulky silhouette but absolutely no detail of his face or body. 

She was speechless. 

"Well??"

He moved closer to her; the moon vanished behind his advancing form. Standing next to her he removed his clothes and tossed them to one side. Like a rabbit trapped caught in headlights she was frozen, transfixed as he moved to take her. She could see that his cock was hardening in anticipation and as he straddled her she felt drawn to it. As she rose her blouse fell away. Rather than feast on him straight away she placed her tongue tip at the base of the shaft; slowly she worked her tongue tip upwards enjoying every second. Feeling the rougher flesh of the shaft give way to the head she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth whole; until she could feel it's head pressing against the back of her throat. Having her take him inside of her pleased him immensely however he was going to make her beg; build her up to the point where she was consumed by the need to be penetrated. Pushing her away he pinned her shoulders to the ground:

"Now where were you?"

Spreading her legs he drew the half empty bottle of Shiraz from the darkness; between her legs was a furnace, cum was seeping from her pussy. As he poured the Shiraz between her legs she flinched. No time was wasted in lapping up; against the soft tender flesh of her pussy his tongue felt rough. Rather than plunge his tongue into her he licked the sides teasing her softly and encouraging the cavity to release cum. He wanted her moist and ready for his cock. 

She was oblivious as he reared up to mount her fully. Her head was pushed right back into the sand: as she lay there he began ravishing her body pinning her arms back again. His teeth bit down hard into the tender flesh of her neck as his pulsating cock sunk deep into her pussy. Pain from his biting teeth was mixed with the pleasure of feeling his flesh inside her. 

Faster and faster he thrust into her. She was getting impatient; she wanted him to cum in her now and she limply attempted to scratch him. Cum was filling his cock but he was determined not to release it. Her efforts to hurry him on only made him draw things out more; rather than thrusting, he pounded now. He was smirking in the dark, loving every minute of her growing desperation. 

When he felt he was nearing climax he gently kissed her face and her neck; brushing them with his lips. Then as he knew he could hold himself no more he dived to the nape of her neck and clamped his teeth down hard; at exactly the same moment his cock exploded, pumping his juice into her. For a fraction of a second she was shocked then the shock produced a spasm; her body convulsed as she let her juice gush. Moaning and gasping for breath she was lost for words as he withdrew and begun to dress; swiftly she re-packed the car and made her way home.



The Beach



"What a beautiful day!" Sandra says excitedly.

"Sure is." Her friend, Betty replies. "I can't wait to get set up on the beach & enjoy it."

"I wonder where everyone is." Sandra says, sounding a little confused.

Sandra & Betty are best friends. They have been since high school. They won a free trip to the Carribean. They've set up on a remote beach farther south. There are very few visitors to this beach. Perfect for Sandra & Betty.

"I'm gonna go change, Sandra."

"Okay. See you in a bit."

By the time Betty returns, all of the other visitors have already left. Betty returns in a light blue string bikini.

"Okay. I'll go change now. You can watch our stuff." Sandra tells her.

"Okay."

Sandra runs up to the changing tent. She puts on a string bikini as well, only hers is extra small & her nipples show right through.

"Ready for a swim, Sandra?"

"Sure thing Betty."

They go out & splash around in the water for about half an hour.

"Ahh! I'm gonna get you!" Betty yells out as Sandra splashes her with seawater.

Betty chases Sandra up the beach & by their umbrelas.

"I'm gonna tan, Betty."

"Okay." This is one of Betty's favorite parts of their days. When Sandra tans, she removes her top & lays on her belly on a towel. Though Sandra may not realize it yet, Betty can't help but to look her friend up & down. After all, Sandra is a CC cup.

"I think I'll grab a soda." Betty says, trying not to sound too embarrased as she looks at her friend's chest.

"Alright."

When Betty returns, she sees Sandra in the ocean. Splashing off in the cool water, topless.

"Sandra!" She yells. "What if someone sees you! This isn't a nude beach ya know!"

"There's no one here for miles." She replies. "Besides, I thought you liked me topless."

Betty instantly turned beet red. She was so embarrased. Sandra knew Betty's feelings. But Betty would soon find out, those feelings were mutual.

"Lets head back over to our spot. I'm starving." Sandra suggests.

They have lunch, but Sandra's still hungry.

"Say Betty," She asks. "Wanna run around the beach topless with me?"

Betty is suprised by this question. But reluctantly she agrees. She knows she's love to see Sandra's breast bouncing up & down as they run around the beach.

They run around for about 10 minutes until they're both too tires to keep going. Sandra falls on top of Betty.

"Some fun, huh?" Sandra chuckles.

"Ya, some fun." Betty replies.

Sandra looks into Betty's eyes as they lie there. She softly kisses her cheek.

"What are you doing?" Betty asks.

"Come on, don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

Sandra sees the want in Betty's eyes & kisses her again, more passionately. Eventually, Sandra's tongue finds its way into Betty's mounth. Betty grunts with pleasure. They're wrapped around each other, kissing passionately, rolling around in the sand. Sandra soon heads downward, suckling Betty's nipples. Betty is moaning time & again.

"If you like that, wait until I get lower." Sandra says with desire in her eyes.

Sandra moves down Betty's abdomen, licking & kissing every inch. She reaches the other half of Betty's bikini & unties it. She slowly licks Betty's lips, making sure to cover every inch. She goes up & down, side to side, enjoying & savoring every taste. Then, she goes in for the kill. She slides her tongue, slowly & deeply into her best friend. Slow at first, then faster & harder. Betty can't help but moan out in ecstacy, loud as her voice will carry. Her legs buckle, her eyes roll back, she cries out again.

"Ohhh, Sandra! Ohhh, I can't breathe! Deeper Sandra! Harder! Ohhh, go baby, go!" She cries.

Sandra enjoys all her friend is offering. She laps up all she can.

"Ohhh, my God! Ohhh!" Betty cries again.

Sandra goes in, deeper & deeper, harder & harder, faster & faster, until Betty explodes. Her cries in ecstacy could've been heard for miles, Had there been anyone around.

"Ohhh God, Sandra! Ohhh! That was sooo good! Ohhh!" Betty is so out of breath, so pleasured, so satisfied, she can't move. Her legs are limp & the rest of her pulsates as she cums.

"My turn." Sandra says with grin.

Sandra straddles Betty's face. Betty begins to slide her tongue deep inside Sandra. Deeper & deeper she goes. She can smell Sandra's desire, & she's more than happy to fullfill it! Though she knows she won't be anywhere as near as good as Sandra, she feels she's doing just fine.

"Mmmm, Betty! That feels great." Sandra tells her.

Eventually, as Betty goes in deeper & harder, Sandra cannot support herself any longer & she falls forward. They are now in a 69 position. Sandra can't help but eat out Betty one last time. Faster & faster. Harder & harder. Deeper & deeper. They are both exhausted. Their cries pierce the ocean.

"Ohhh God, Sandra! Deeper!" I want you inside me! Faster, Sandra! Ohhh God!"

"Betty! Ohhh Jesus! I can't breath! I want you in deeper baby! Ohhh!"

They both cum at the exact same time. They're spent. They are both so exhausted, they can barely breath. Once they gather their strength, they head back to their spot, get dressed, & carry everything back to the hotel.

"Same time tomorrow, Sandra?" Betty asks excitedly.

"You read my mind." Sandra replies. "You read my mind." 



The Beach



It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, the waves crashing on the shore. They strolled hand in hand along the beach not saying much. She pulled him closer to the water, already having slipped her shoes off earlier. She felt the water hit her ankles and the cool rush added to her already heightened senses. Just being around him turned her on. She walked further into the water, feeling it cool her legs. She stood in it up to her knees, beckoning him to come closer. He stood there just looking at her. "Your skirt is getting wet," he said to her. 

She looked down, the uneven edges flowing in the water, "I don't care it will wash out." She moved towards him purposefully. Putting her arms around his neck she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. His arms snaking around her body, pulling her closer to him. Feeling his lips on hers warmed her body; pulling her tighter to him he deepened the kiss, her lips apart with his own. It was divine. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her. She moaned against his mouth. The kiss was amazing, as they all were. 

They continued for a few more minutes until he broke it off, stepping away from her. "Come on," he said to her, stretching his hand out to her. They walked further along the beach, stopping to kiss along the way.

She took in the surroundings as they walked, noticing that there were less and less people the further down the beach they got. She chose a spot just ahead on the beach, when they reached it she stopped. Letting go of his hand she pushed the skirt over her hips and down her legs. "What are you doing," he asked her. 

"Going for a dip," she replied as she pulled the halter neck top over her head, "care to join me?" And with that she walked towards the water, leaving him standing there, jaw dropped. She walked casually into the water, dressed only in her black g-string, and lacy black bra. Was she really doing this? And was he really just standing there watching her? With that thought he took off his shorts and t-shirt and dumped them onto her clothes. He could see her wading out into the water, now up to those gorgeous breasts, which were just floating on top of the waters surface, glistening in the sunlight. She was facing him, waiting for him to come and get her. He moved towards her quickly, wanting to taste her again. 

"What took you so long?" she asked when he finally reached her. 

"I was just enjoying the view," he replied. He stepped closer taking her face between his hands to bring his mouth crashing down on hers. Wrapping her arms around him and moving her body closer to him she could feel how hard he was for her. She wanted him. Now! 

Looking around to make sure there was no one swimming too closely she grabbed tighter around his neck, jumping in the water and wrapping her legs around his body. She could feel his erection against her but it wasn't enough. Snaking her hand between their bodies she wrenched his underwear down slightly, revealing his gorgeous cock. She ran her hand up and down the length of his, enjoying the feel of it between her hands, knowing she would enjoy it all the more once it was inside of her. He put his hands on her ass both holding her up and feeling her up at the same time. Knowing she wouldn't fall anywhere she moved her g-string aside, moving herself into a position so that she could place his cock inside of her. Teasing herself by running the tip of his cock along her slit up towards her clit was both pleasure and torture at the same time. Even in the water he could feel how wet she was for him, how ready. She lifted herself up slightly against his hands and slid down onto his waiting cock. It was pure pleasure and she had to stop herself from moaning out loud. His fingers drove into her ass, telling her that this was as much pleasure and torture for him as it was for her. She continued moving slowing up and down on his cock, savoring every inch of it inside of her. Her pace increased as the intensity did in her clit. Her breathing was quickening in his ear and he knew she was getting close to cumming all over him. Before she knew it she was going over the edge, biting into his shoulder to stop from screaming out. He loved it when she climaxed, the feel of her pussy spasming around his cock was amazing. 

She rested her head on his shoulder, tired from her mini workout in the ocean. She unlocked her legs from around his body and he slowly lowered her to the ground, making sure on his way back up to take a feel of her now throbbing pussy, making her jump. She moved towards him again, her hands in his underwear, running up and down the length of him, hard and fast. She wasn't one to ever leave her man unsatisfied. Her other hand proceeded to run up and down under his balls, her nails hard but good against his flesh. He looked down at her, admiring those breasts that were almost popping out of her bra. He massaged them over the material, wanting to take them into his mouth, to suck on her nipples. She changed her movement slightly, he didn't know what it was but it was enough, he came right there and then. He saw the satisfied look on her face. She always ended up with what she wanted. Not that he complained, sex in the ocean wasn't on his list of things to do but it certainly was a fun experience. One he would certainly repeat.



The Beach



It was a hot summer day, very hot. I don't have air conditioning because it doesn't normally get that hot, but I guess global warming or something has caused my city to turn into hell on earth. I was sitting at my desk with a fan blowing in my direction, but it wasn't working. The sweat was dripping down between my breasts and it wasn't a sexy sweat. It wasn't the kind of sweat you want when your lover has demanded a third round of sex in just a few short hours. I would have loved to be hot and sweaty for that reason. No, I was hot and sweaty because I was stuck in my home office, trying to write the next chapter of my novel, with the fan barley cooling me off.

I decided that I needed to go to the beach. I packed my bag and got into my swimsuit. It's a two-piece. The bottoms are black and make my butt look cute and round. The top is red and is very low cut. It almost touches the edge of my bottoms so it's not a bikini or anything.

My red hair was tucked under a wide brimmed hat and I had on my white sandals. The drive to the beach was intense. The leather in my car was burning like hot coals and I had the air conditioning blasting on high. Of course, all it did was blast the hot air, but at least sub consciously it made me feel better.



The beach I go to is just outside of town. It's on the river that goes through the city. Not a lot of people know about this beach and I like it that way. The sand was hot on my feet and there wasn't anyone on the beach. I was surprised at first and then thought to myself there was a very good reason why. It was the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday. Most people came to the beach on the weekends. No one was playing hooky except for me.

I laid out my towel and put sunscreen on. My skin was a little tanned, but being a red head meant that I burn a lot. I lay down on my stomach and closed my eyes. The wind cooled my skin at first, but the sun was shining bright. I'm not sure how long I lay there, but when I opened my eyes I realized I wasn't alone. There was a cute guy sitting on a towel a few meters away from me. I tried not to stare, but it wasn't working. He was younger than me and had tousled blonde hair. It was the kind of hair I'd love to grip while he licked my pussy. In any case, he smiled at me and I smiled at him.

The cool breeze hadn't cooled me down from the sun and now I was just hot and bothered. I got up and slowly entered the water. The bottom was sandy and the cold water was a shock to my body. I knew that if I just stood there in ankle deep water, I would never get in. I took a deep breath, counted to three and ran in.

The water felt great. I turned around and screamed. The cute blonde guy was in the water next to me.

"Jesus Christ you scared me!"

"Sorry. I was burning up on the sand. I figured your way to get in was best. I'm Trent."

"I'm Erin."

Trent grinned and then swam towards the raft. The raft is wooden and quite old. No one has taken any initiative to fix it up, but it fulfills its purpose. I watched as he climbed the ladder and then sat on the platform.



"So, Erin with the red hair, you skipping out on work early or does your husband make enough money that you can lounge around the beach all day?"

I smiled. He was cute and flirty. Normally, there was no way that I would go for a guy like this, but I figured why not flirt back. I climbed onto the dock and lay on my back.

"I'm a freelance writer. I needed a break so I thought I'd come here. I didn't think there would be anyone here." I knew that was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.

"What do you write? Anything interesting?" Trent was lying on his back next to me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I was dying to touch him, but I had no idea if he was flirting with me for fun or whether he actually wanted me.

"I write erotica." I waited for a reaction. Sometimes guys didn't believe me. Sometimes they thought that meant I was a porn star. Either way, I could judge a guy's intent on their next statement.

"Romance or hard core?" Trent was so matter of fact about it, I smiled and sat up. He did the same.

"Romance with some hard core elements. I'm working on a story about a psychic right now." I knew I was going to start rambling on. I could talk anyone's ear off about my stories. They weren't the best, but it was the challenge and excitement of writing them that made it fun.

"Sounds interesting." Trent slid his thumb against my cheek and brushed one of my curls away. I reacted to his touch by softly moaning. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. I was in pure heaven. I tried to kiss him back, but he pulled away.

"You're very cute. I have to tell you though I have a weakness for redheads." Trent leaned over and whispered against my ear. "They make me horny."

"I can deal with that."

Trent reached out and pulled me into his lap. He slid the strap of my bathing suit down and sucked hard on my nipple. It was hard from the cold water and from my arousal. When I felt his teeth bite gently on the sensitive flesh, I cried out. "When I'm horny I can be aggressive, assertive, demanding." Trent was pulling down my bottoms as he spoke. "Normally, I'm romantic and sweet, but when a cute redhead flirts with me, I lose control."

I looked straight into his eyes and saw complete lust. He saw the same in my eyes. I leaned back and spread my legs. He pushed my knees up into my chest and stared at my pussy.

"God I want you." Trent pushed down his swim shorts and sank his cock into me in one thrust. This was going fast, but I didn't want him to stop. I hadn't even seen what his cock looked like, but it felt amazing. It was thick and not so long. I could feel him stretching the entrance of my pussy and it felt marvelous. He thrusted his hips against me. The raft was rocking back and forth and I could hear the water lapping under us. At first, I had my eyes closed, but I opened them to watch. 

"Cum for me Erin. I want to feel you cum all over my cock. Rub your clit for me. Do it." Trent was panting so hard and his voice was so insistent that I obeyed. I reached down and felt my clit. It was so swollen I barely touched it when I came. I whimpered softly until I heard his voice.

"Don't hold back. I know you want to moan louder." I looked right into his eyes and knew he was right. I wrapped my legs tight around his hips and pulled him closer. I pinched my clit and screamed out. My voice was drowned out by the wind and the waves, but I would not have cared if everyone in town heard.

Trent stopped moving inside me and I couldn't help but pout. "Doggie style. Against that rock over there." Trent motioned to a rock in the middle of the swimming area. I grinned. He grinned back. We grabbed our suits and gently slipped into the water. We didn't dare touch each other until we could both touch the bottom. We would have started at it and probably drowned each other in our attempts to fuck in deep water. 



I was still hot and bothered and I knew his cock was ready to burst. I moved quickly and barely got onto my hands and knees before he thrust his cock back inside me. I leaned over the wet rock for balance.

"Oh yeah baby." Trent slapped my ass and gripped my hips. I was facing the beach and was thankful it was still empty. Cars could see the beach from the road, but I wasn't going to tell him to stop. The idea of someone catching us was both scary and thrilling at the same time.

"Cumming!" Suddenly Trent began to cum. He pulled out and I felt his hot cum land on my lower back. I lay in the cold water and desperately tried to catch my breath. He sat down in the water and I turned to face him.

"Feel better Trent?" I saw that his cock was shrinking in size and he was also trying to catch his breath.

"Oh yeah. Sorry for attacking you. I have a weakness for redheads."

"Yeah you said that before. Do I get to see the romantic and sweet side of you sometime?"

"Of course." 



The Beach



"You're not my dad and you can't tell me what to do!" Jodie saw David flinch at the all too familiar accusation, but she didn't care. It was true. Just because he was living here now, it didn't give him any rights. None at all. He was nothing to her, although, in her more lucid moments, she knew he wasn't so bad really.

"I'm not trying to tell you what to do, we just—" 

But Jodie wasn't listening anymore. She shoved past him, grabbed her phone, and stormed outside into the street slamming the door in her wake with a satisfying bang. The wind chimes hanging from the front porch twirled and sang their lilting song.

The path to the cove was deserted. A stiff salty breeze whipped the tall sea grass as she jogged along, and high above, gulls cawed hungrily as the last vestiges of the pale sun dipped low in the sky. It was still unseasonably warm for October, but there was an undeniable bite in the air and Jodie suddenly wished she had picked her coat up from the hall. 

It was too late now. She had no desire to head back yet. Anger still scorched through her veins as she finally slowed down to a fast walk. Her scuffed trainers sank into the soft sand as the path meandered through the dunes. With the sun barely hovering on the distant horizon, the light was fading fast and the purple shadows reached out to her from the deep hollows and clefts between tufts of tough sea grass.

The sound of the surf grew ever nearer, but all Jodie heard were the voices clamouring in her brain. Again and again the argument played out like a scratched disc. 

"The house needs to be sold. We can't stay here—it isn't going to be big enough."

Jodie couldn't bear the thought of leaving. It was her home. What if he came back and they weren't there?

"You can't make me leave." She screwed her face up and stared at David stubbornly. He and her mother exchanged glances before Annette spoke softly,

"Sweetheart, I know you love this house, but it's just not practical now we're expecting a baby." Annette stroked her bump distractedly and Jodie fought the urge to stamp her feet like a little kid. 

Why did they not care what she wanted? It felt like she was irrelevant now—an irritating blip in their otherwise perfect lives. "My friends are here." She scowled petulantly.

"You'll make new ones." Annette sounded confident, but they both knew Jodie didn't make friends easily.

"Look Jodie, your mum's not doing this to spite you. We only want what's best for all of us." David crossed his arms impatiently and tapped his foot against the table leg.

Jodie had heard enough. She was tired of bloody David interfering. They had been perfectly happy before he came along and she wished he would stop trying to pretend that this decision was the right one. It wasn't. At least not for her. He wasn't her dad and the sooner he pissed off and left them, the better.

Steps meandered through the rocks and Jodie hopped down them easily, her feet finding the smooth concrete despite the wind blowing sand across her path. She tucked her hands deep inside the pockets of her hooded top as she walked across the beach, heading for the cliffs that loomed out of the dusk further along. 

By the time she had reached the rocky promontory, white foam was crashing on to the jagged rocks. The wind caught her hair and plastered it across her cheeks like seaweed. It was cold now, but Jodie was oblivious. They didn't care about her, so why should she rush back? They were probably relieved to be rid of her for a few hours. 

If only her real dad was around—then she could have gone to live with him instead of being forced to put up with stupid David. But her real dad was long gone. It had been several years since the last dog-eared postcard had slipped on to the front door mat with a few words scrawled on the reverse.

If you need me, I'll be there, love you xxx

Jodie had kept it, hidden carefully between the pages of an old notebook. From time to time she took the gaudy picture out and studied the note, trying to see if there was a hidden message between the lines. Surely her dad hadn't just dropped off the face of the planet? He had promised in a brief phone call the month before to send her a plane ticket so she could fly out and stay with him, but it had never arrived. For weeks she had waited patiently. Every time the postman walked down the path Jodie's heart had jumped a mile. Surely that day the ticket would arrive and then all the kids at school would stop calling her a liar.

But it never came. That had been the last she'd heard from him. 

"He's probably been sent on a secret mission," she'd told the kids at school, but they had laughed at her openly, so she had shut up and retreated into her customary shell of sullen muteness.

It smelt of rank seaweed and cigarettes in the cave. Jodie wrinkled her nose up and climbed over the large boulder that partially blocked the entrance, relieved to be out of the wind. At the back of the cave, piles of soft sand had collected and she sat down and tucked her knees up beneath her chin. 

She couldn't see much any more. Dusk had turned into night in the blink of an eye and the only light was from the houses on the headland far away. She could just about make out the remains of a fire in the damp gloom and she wondered who had been here recently. Probably Mikey Harris and his mates she thought with annoyance. They were all deadbeats. 

At least there was no chance of them turning up tonight—Mikey had been arrested a couple of days ago for vandalising the village institute. He was currently being held on remand at a juvenile detention centre as far as she was aware. The thought of Mikey being banged up for a couple of years made her smile with sudden amusement. She had never forgiven him for making her life hell in junior school.

"You're so ugly, even your dad couldn't stand to look at you and that's why he left!" Mikey had cackled and all his mates grinned as Jodie's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

Jodie stared at his shiny new Nike trainers and wished she could be like the other kids with their trendy clothes and endless supply of cool stuff. Instead she had to wear the same jeans, day in and day out because her mum couldn't afford to buy her anything else. 

It was at times like that she hated her dad for leaving them. But she always forgave him again. It hadn't been his fault, she reasoned. Her mum had nagged him too much—that was why he had left in the end. She chose to ignore the niggling memories of him being drunk and her mum crying because her housekeeping money had been blown on the 3:15 at York.

Once David had appeared on the scene, things had been a little easier, but by then Jodie had been running wild and his attempts at discipline only led to arguments. Jodie didn't like being told to come in at fixed times. She was too used to wandering off for hours, walking for miles across the cliffs to watch the gulls nesting far below in the rocky outcrops that punctuated the coastline. She certainly didn't need her mum siding with him every time he picked a fight with her.

"It's not safe for you to be out all hours," he shouted as she stared at him in sullen silence. "I told you to be in at eight and now it's gone eleven. Your mum's been worried sick!"

"Yeah, right," Jodie muttered. Her mum was already asleep most likely. 

There was a pulse throbbing wildly in David's temple and Jodie wondered for a moment if he might keel over from a heart attack or something. But it was doubtful. So she kicked her sandy pumps off and walked away, ignoring the look of anger that swept over his face. 

"Don't you leave this room—" 

The words washed over her like white noise as she climbed the stairs to her attic room and closed the door on him and the rest of the world. Jasper opened one yellow eye and contemplated her for a sleepy moment. His belly began to vibrate with purrs as she flopped down beside his fat body and stroked him gently. 

The only one who ever gave a damn was the cat—and that was only because Jodie let him sleep on her bed at night, despite her mum's complaints about the grey furry patches he left behind on the expensive cream bed cover David had bought for Jodie. She hated the stupid cover anyway and took great delight in allowing Jasper to sleep on her bed. His slow, rhythmic purring soothed her, along with the sound of waves crashing on the beach in the small hours before dawn when she couldn't sleep.

"He's an arsehole," she told Jasper morosely. "I wish he'd fuck off and leave us alone."

The cat blinked at her before closing his eyes again. Jodie followed suit and within seconds she was sound asleep, her long mousy hair spread out on the hated cream bed cover.

She awoke with a start. Water was lapping at the entrance to the cave and the temperature had dropped considerably. What had previously been a soft pile of sand and turned into a hard bed of stone that dug into her body painfully. The luminous dial of her watch told Jodie it was late and she silently cursed. The tide had been turning when she first came here and now there was a very real chance she might find herself cut off from the path up the cliff.

She stood her mind still foggy with sleep. Outside the wind was howling and she shivered at the thought of wading through the icy sea. This time of year the currents were unpredictable and although she was a strong swimmer, she wasn't too sure if she would be able to hold her own, but she couldn't stay here and risk drowning. If the tides were higher than normal, the cave would flood. So she ventured out towards the mouth of the cave and peered into the night.

There was no moon, only black sky and a harsh wind that sucked the breath from her lungs. Waves crashed against the cliffs further up the beach and for the first time Jodie began to feel truly afraid. The water was up to her ankles all ready and she was a long way from the cliff steps. To reach safety would mean scrabbling across the rocks as the beach was under water by now. 

Trying not to think about the possibility of drowning, Jodie began to climb across the large rocks that shielded her cave from the ever more encroaching sea. The wet lumps of granite were slippery with slimy sea weed and several times she nearly fell. Her jeans slapped wetly against her cold legs and her trainers squelched every time she moved. 

A huge wave crashed over Jodie and for a moment she thought she was going to be sucked back into the water, but she clung on to the rock like a limpet, her heart thumping with fear. Eventually the water receded, leaving her frozen and shivering, but still relatively safe. Aware that every second she hesitated the tide rose further up the beach, Jodie waded through the pools towards the cliff face as fast as she could manage.

Finally she reached the beginning of the path just as another wave surged up the beach. It broke at the foot of the rocks and for a moment she was submerged in ice water, unable to breathe as the current sucked at her feet. She could feel her body being pulled by the force of the tide and her numb fingers began to lose their grip.

A sense of calm resignation descended as she felt her body floating free from the safety of the cliff path. She wondered if they would miss her. Probably not, she thought sadly. Now they wouldn't need to move to a bigger house. 

Somebody grabbed Jodie's arm and yanked her from the water. Shock jolted her out of the chilly reverie and she felt herself being pulled upwards as her feet found the edge of the steps. Coughing and choking on the sea water, she tried to focus on her rescuer.

The familiar brown hair, the old wax jacket with the patched sleeve, and the gold signet ring he always wore. It couldn't be...could it?

"Dad?" Tears mixed with the rain as she struggled up the path half supported by her father's arms.

They reached the top and her beloved dad turned and smiled at her, his hand still holding hers tightly. "You're safe now," he told her, his voice almost lost in the howling wind.

By the time they reached the deserted car park, Jodie was almost dropping with exhaustion. She was cold, so cold. Her wet hooded top was doing nothing to keep the wind out and her teeth chattered violently. Only her dad's arm around her waist kept her moving and she concentrated on him fiercely. 

They moved along the path along the edge of the lane, heading back towards the village. Jodie tried to ask him why he had come back, but every time she opened her mouth, the wind whipped her words away and eventually she gave up. She would have to wait and ask him once they were safe, back at the house. 

By the time they reached the familiar white picket fence around Jodie's garden, she wanted to cry with joy. All the stupid arguments of late seemed unimportant. She loved her mum and David wasn't so bad really. He tried his best to make things better for them all and Jodie knew in her heart that her mum had been happy since she met him. 

Now her dad had come back, maybe everything would work out for them all. Surely he would have had a good reason for staying away all this time. She turned to ask him, but to her surprise he wasn't there. 

"Dad?" she cried, but her own voice echoed back hopelessly. 

"Jodie!" David flung the door open and pulled her inside. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick about you!" His face was white and strained and Jodie burst into tears as the shock began to take hold. The words refused to come and she felt dizzy and sick. Her legs wobbled dangerously and she fell forward into David's arms as darkness enveloped her.

* * *

Sunlight was shining across the cream bedcover when Jodie opened her eyes again. Jasper lay in a hollow beside her, his soft furry belly exposed as he purred softly. The clock beside her bed told her it was nearly midday and for a moment she lay there puzzled, trying to work out why she had slept so long. 

Then she remembered the events of the night before: the argument, storming off down to the beach, becoming trapped by the tide...her dad. Dad! She tried to move, but her legs felt like jelly and she fell backwards on to the pillow crossly.

Just as she was about to make a second attempt, her bedroom door swung open and her mum appeared with a mug of tea.

"How are you feeling?" she asked carefully.

Jodie could see the dark circles beneath her mother's eyes and she felt horribly guilty. "I'm okay," she replied, unable to look at her directly.

Her mum walked over, her swollen belly stretching the old tee shirt she was wearing. With a slight grimace she passed Jodie the mug and sat down on the bed. 

"There's something we need to talk about," she began, but Jodie interrupted her.

"Where's Dad! He was here last night, he saved me!"

"No, no, that's impossible—"

"Why won't you believe me?" Jodie stared in disbelief at her mother's wan face. "I was caught by the tide and he pulled me out of the water..." Jodie clammed up when she saw her mum's expression of horror. "But I'm fine now," she added hurriedly. "Lucky Dad was there. So where is he? I want to see him!"

"Jodie," her mum began softly. "Your Dad couldn't have been there last night. After you ran off we had a phone call from Auntie Meg, your dad's sister." Her mum reached out and grasped Jodie's hand tightly. "Your dad was killed in a car accident two days ago. She only found out last night and then she called me."

"But he..." Jodie's mind refused to comprehend what she was hearing. It didn't make sense. He was there last night!

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but he's really gone."

The tears came without Jodie even realising she was crying. She didn't understand how, but Dad had been with her last night. He had been there when she needed him, just like she always knew he would be...

He loved her.



The Beach



I pulled up to the curb near her house and told her to get in. She was waiting just like I had instructed her, and quickly got into the car without a word. As I pulled away down the street I glanced at her legs and was happy to see that she had worn the knee length skirt, and I could just make out the thigh high stockings underneath.

"Lift your skirt," I said maneuvering the car down the highway. She shyly snaked her hand down her thigh and gripped the edge of her skirt. Slowly she pulled it up until I could just make out the tops of her stockings, nestled against her marble white skin.

I sucked in my breath and smiled. Pale creamy legs meeting up with stockings instantly set my cock to throbbing.

"Keep going, you know better than to stop," I said.

She smiled and continued moving her hands up till the top of her skirt was around her panty-less hips. Then she scooted forward and rolled her hips upward, spreading her thighs. I could see how turned on she was, her lips glistened and she smelled like raw sex. She placed her feet on the dash, leaving her open and exposed.

"That's my girl, keep yourself spread out and give me a taste of that delicious pussy." 

She trailed two fingers across her swollen lips and dipped her fingertips into her pussy. Her fingers snaked their way deeper into her sloppy wet hole, and I could hear them making a squelching noise. I inwardly smiled but raised my hand.

Her fingers darted out of her pussy, "I was only getting your taste sir."

I opened my mouth and allowed her to place her fingertips onto my tongue. As always, she tasted amazing. "Rub your clit," I said. "You need to be ready when we arrive."

I was tempted to drive fast, the twisty road and gorgeous slut next to me had my blood racing, but I slowed down. Best to drag out the moment, seeing her pant and beg always gets me going. I love to see the moment when she finally breaks and let's go, lets me own her. But I know she isn't ready yet, so I tease her.

After what seems like forever we arrive at the parking lot. Her pussy is swollen and has turned from light pink to the dark throbbing red of desire.

"Grab your ankles," I said, looking around the deserted parking lot. I let one fingertip slide over her glistening lips, soaking up the juices. I then lightly slap her just above her clit. She knew the blow was coming, but could not stop herself from twitching just a bit. I slid my free hand down her jaw line, "Mine," I said, with a smile. "Get out of the car."

We got out of the car and I lead her down the trail, as we followed a path that traced the ocean. The day was clear and bright, and her skin glowed in the pale afternoon light. I lead her to a small cove I had picked out for her latest ordeal. It was concealed from the path, but not enclosed. I knew she loved the thrill of being caught, so I made sure that while we were concealed, it would be up to fate to see if we were interrupted. It was after all a public beach.

"Move up against the back wall, and face the water," I hissed. She walked to the back of a series of rocks that formed a hollow U shape that was open to the sky and the water and turned around. "Now grab the rock above you and spread your legs."

I moved towards her and cupped her chin, staring into her eyes. My other hand flitted down her neck to her breast as I tip toed my fingers down her chest and gently pulled down her tank top. Still holding her chin I gently caressed her nipple until it became hard and started to swell, and then moved my fingers to circle the sensitive skin.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Feel free to moan like a slut if you want to, but if someone comes along I am not going to stop," I said. Her eyes got wide and she pushed her lips together, taking a deep breath through her nose.

I let my hand slide down the side of her breast to her ribs, then down to her hipbone. I pushed on her hip until I could feel her pressing into the rock behind her, and then brought my other hand down to her thigh. I let my right hand slip up the inside of her creamy thigh, while my left gripped the back of her neck and brought her face to within inches of mine.

"Pick your leg up and place it on my shoulder," I said, patting her inner thigh. She swallowed and picked up her leg and placed her calf on my shoulder. I could feel her tremble so I strengthened my grip on the back of her neck and kissed her. I then allowed my fingers to glance across her pussy.

She was so wet that I could feel the moisture dripping off her. "I am going to own this pussy, are you ready?" I asked.

She managed to softly moan, "Yes." I started to slide my first two fingers into her, and she was so wet and swollen from being excited for so long that my fingers were practically sucked into her. I could feel her fluids gushing over my fingers as I pressed a third into her. Sucking her lower lip into my mouth I bit very gently, causing her to whimper.

I paused for a second, flexing my fingers and allowing her to adjust to the girth, and then slowly brought my fingers forward. I could feel the silky ridges on the roof of her pussy, and dragged my fingertips around the edges. I could feel her G spot swelling beneath my fingers, so I backed off just a bit.

She moaned quietly and said, "No please."

"Do you mean no, or please?" I asked slowly. I could see the panic in her eyes and feel her legs trembling.

"Oh my god, please make me cum," she gasped.

I smiled as I brought leverage to my fingertips and caressed her pussy, drawing my fingers rapidly forward and plunging them back in. Every time my fingers passed downward they would caress the top ridge, feeling it become more swollen. By this time fluid was beginning to drip past my hand. I slid my free hand up and gripped the back of her head, bringing her towards me and kissing her. 

"Cum on my hand baby, you can do it, give me your pussy," I crooned.

I could feel her muscles begin to convulse around my fingers, spilling her fluids onto the rocks below. She moaned and writhed while I held her against the rock, milking the cum from her pussy until she began to shake. Again and again she convulsed and cum poured out of her, dripping down my fingers and wrist. I slowed my pace and slid my fingers out of her swollen snatch.

I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked one finger. I then brought my fingers up to her mouth. "Open your mouth, you're going to suck me clean," I said, and slid my fingers into her mouth.

I slowly fucked her mouth and tongue with my fingers, just as I had done with her pussy, letting her suck the juices off my hand. When my hand was clean, I withdrew it from her mouth and patted her cheek. 

I slowly lowered her leg, and helped her to sit down on a nearby rock. She looked up at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Her eyes drifted down to my hand, where it was unzipping my pants. Her eyes got wide as I pulled my cock out of my pants.

"I hope you didn't think you were done little one," I said with a grin. "Now open your mouth and place your hands behind your head." 

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and lewdly stuck out her tongue, while lacing her fingers behind her head.

"Mmmm, that's my dirty little slut," I said as I placed the head of my cock onto her waiting tongue. Pre cum was dripping from me, and she swirled her tongue around my head and pulled back a few inches leaving a string of cum arching lewdly from my cock to her lips. She then drove her mouth down on my cock. I felt myself hit the back of her throat and stayed there for a second letting her adjust. I then picked up my leg and propped it onto the rock next to her and slid my cock into and back out of her mouth. Slowly, but then faster I began to fuck her face. Sometimes leaving my cock buried down her throat, and at others fucking fast in and out, never letting her know what was going to come next.

I could feel the cum boiling up from my balls and pulled my cock out of her mouth.

"Lay back on the rock and pick up your legs, I have been waiting to fuck that swollen pussy for hours, and now it's mine," I said. She leaned back and bent her knees, drawing her ankles upward and spreading herself out for me. She then reached down and from either side pulled her pussy lips apart.

I brought the head of my cock right up to her hole, and slowly pushed in. I could feel her pussy stretching around my throbbing shaft, but she was so wet I slid right in. I buried my cock into her until my balls hit her ass hole. She sucked in her breath fast, with her eyes rolling back towards the sky.

Slowly and methodically I began to pump into her, feeling her pussy stretch around me. Faster and faster I plunged my cock into her. I reached up and pinched her nipple between my fingers.

"Whose pussy is this?" I asked.

"Its yours....Its your pussy," she moaned

I began to slam my cock into her hard, reaching up and grabbing behind her neck to hold her in place.

"Your pussy feels really good," I said. "I can't hold out much longer, where do you want this fat load?"

She turned her head and said, "I don't know, wherever you want."

I gripped the back of her head tighter and with my free hand grabbed her nipple and squeezed hard. "I know you want this load you fucking cock slut, now tell me where you want it or you'll regret it," I said.

"Oh fuck...please sir, dump your big fat load in my mouth and all over my face," she moaned. "Please shoot it all over me, I want to be your drenched cum slave." With that I pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy and moved around the rock to her head.

Standing above her I said, "Open up baby, your about to get your wish. Tilt your head back and open your mouth." 

She leaned back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She had totally lost it and was frigging her clit with abandon, waiting for me to shoot my load. I could see her twitching and starting to shake, and just as she started to moan with orgasm I shot my first load. 

Half of it went across her cheek and the other half slammed into her mouth. Gush after gush of cum splattered all over her face and tongue and throat, and she shivered with her orgasm. I kept pumping my fist up and down my shaft, dripping cum onto her face while she came down.

"Now clean me up," I said, and fed her my cum covered cock. She opened her mouth and greedily took my cock down, sucking the remaining cum out of it, and licking off all that was left.

Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I knelt next to her and dipped my fingers into the pools of cum on her face. I scooped the cum up and slid them down to her mouth, where she sucked on them hungrily. After cleaning the cum from her face I brought my mouth up to her ear, and quietly said, "Mine."



The Beach



As always, constructive critiques are welcome. It is NOT constructive to tell me I'm stupid, unless you tell me WHY I'm stupid.

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The morning sun shines bright and hot, burning into the sand. I shift slightly in my chair, watching. The women on the beach, in various types of swimwear, hold my attention. I watch the teens scamper about, wearing very little, frolicking in the waves. I watch the 20 somethings, lying on the beach getting tanned. I watch the 30 somethings and up, reading or watching their children play in the surf. My cock is slightly stiff from my gazing. The bulge in my trunks is slightly noticeable, but I don't care. I want someone to notice... 

I see you, wearing a nice tight one-piece white suit, cut very low, walking down the beach with your accessories. You can't see me watching you behind my sunglasses as you look for a vacant spot. You see some open sand about 10 feet in front of me, somewhat close to the surf, but not too close. You work your way over, dropping your beach bag and spreading out your towel. I watch your every move, watch you bend over to straighten your towel, watch your suit ride up into the crack of your very sweet ass. You turn and straighten the other end and I get my first glimpse of your tits. My cock swells. You straighten up and look right at me. I feign sleep while I watch you look me over. Your eyes stop at the growing bulge in my suit and you smile slightly. You sit down on your towel and get lotion from your bag. You squirt some on your arms, legs, chest, rubbing it in. As you are squirt some down your back, I make my move. I jump to my feet and come up behind you. You don't see me as I start to massage the lotion into your back and shoulders. You jerk and turn your head to see who is behind you. 

"Sorry to startle you, but I noticed you needed a bit of help," I say, as I continue to massage your shoulders and down your back. 

"Why, thank you. Normally, I just dump half a bottle across my shoulders and hope it drips down my back," you say, as I keep working your skin. The lotion is completely rubbed in now, but I don't stop. I keep massaging you, working my hands lower down your back, 'til my fingers meet the edge of your suit. I gently shift the fabric down slightly, caressing your skin and kneading your back muscles. You turn your head to me with a quizzical look. 

"Well, if your suit shifts, we don't want you getting a burn spot there, do we?" I ask, working my fingers lower and further into your suit. 

"No, I suppose not," you say, turning around to face me. "Maybe you should put some more here and here." You lightly touch your cleavage and the leg openings of your suit. 

"Yes, I agree, you certainly don't want a burn on such sensitive spots," I say, squirting more lotion on my hands and massaging your cleavage. My fingers touch your breasts, slipping inside your suit, working my way closer to your nipples. I can see you are aroused, as your nipples are very hard and there is a slight wet spot in the crotch of your suit. You stare me in the eyes as I touch you, finally getting a hard nipple in my fingertips. You never take your eyes off mine as you moan very softly, and spread your legs a bit. You drop a hand to my thigh, caressing up the muscle, teasing me as I fondle your very nice, very hard nipples. 

I take my hands out of your suit, squirt more lotion on one, and start to massage your upper thigh with one hand, while going back to your nipple with the other. I slide a finger inside the crotch of your suit, teasing your outer pussy lips. Your eyes flutter quickly, then open back up, staring into mine. I spread your lips with one hand, while I pinch and fondle your nipple. I slip a finger inside you, feeling the wetness that has gathered there, then slide up your cunt, finding your hard clit, pulsing and yearning for touch. I rub my finger gently over your swollen clitty, making you squirm on the towel. You abandon the teasing and run your hand up the leg of my trunks, gripping my dick. 

"Oh, that's very nice," you say, never taking your eyes off mine. 

I nod and smile at you, bending closer. I whisper, "I would like to kiss you now, if that is ok." 

You lean to me in response and our lips meet. No pretense or hesitation, our mouths open wide, our tongues mashing together wildly. Your hand pulls my cock out into the open air and strokes him furiously, as you try to buck your hips on my pussy-probing finger. I shift your suit to the side and slip two fingers inside you, while I continue to flick over your pulsating love button. 

"Think we could fuck like this?" I whisper to you. You move your crotch closer to me, laying your legs on top of mine and wiggling closer, guiding my throbbing prick into your open wet pussy hole. I shift closer to you, letting the head of my cock enter you slightly. I dearly want to fill your cunt, feel your hot tight pussy grab my dick and not let go, but it is impossible from this position. I push a little more and get a bit more inside you. 

"Fuck this," you say, pushing me back. You shift on top of me and ram your hips down, taking my cock deep inside your inviting snatch. You bend over and we kiss again, as I grab your ass, forcing you up and down on me. 

You break our kiss, leaning down on both arms and stare in my eyes again, as you lift and lower your hips on me. I reach for one of your tits, pull it out of your suit, and latch on a nipple, sucking and licking like mad. You don't take your eyes off mine, reaching down to flick over your clit while you ride me. 

We fuck hard for what seems like a long time, wallowing in our pleasure, grunting, moaning, gasping, fucking. Heedless of those around us, not caring, we exult in each other's wanton sexuality, ramming deep inside, touching, licking, sucking our most sensitive areas, almost desperate for the other to cum and cum hard. 

You toss your head back and growl, "I'm gonna cum, stud, yes, oh god, yes, I'm cumming." 

I grunt and, as your cunt grips my swollen cock in the throes of orgasm, I fill your slit with my boiling cum, shooting deep inside your spasming pussy. We fuck hard, getting every last bit of cum out of our sweaty bodies. You bend over again, your face inches from mine, and whisper, "By the way, what's your name?" 

We both giggle, as my slowly dwindling cock slips out of your beautiful pussy. 

"I'll tell you in my room, ok?" I ask...



The Beach



It dawned a glorious morning that Saturday during the Christmas holidays. By 9.30 the temperature was in the mid twenties and I was getting serious ideas about spending the day at the beach. The only problem was that I didn't own a swimsuit. However, necessity is the mother of invention and I did have a pair of boxer shorts with a button on the fly which, provided I was careful, would hide the necessary bits.

Towel, T-shirt and wearing the boxers off I went. It wasn't long before I was lying happily in the sand on my towel and acutely aware that apart from the flimsy boxers, I was naked and although they hid my genitals from sight, they did nothing to hide the bulge.

After a short while the beach began to become quite crowded with holiday makers, all looking for somewhere to sunbathe. A rather pretty girl in a very brief bikini came up next to where I was lying and asked if I minded if she lay next to me. As if I would! She spread her towel, sat down and produced a bottle of sun tan oil from her bag which she proceeded to rub on her legs and tummy. When she reached her bra line, she unclipped her top revealing a beautiful pair of firm, pert breasts topped with little pink nipples. My eyes popped at this unexpected display - in fact I couldn't help staring and she couldn't help noticing my gaze. I should mention that topless sunbathing is not uncommon at that beach but it is not usually done in such close proximity to strange men.

"Would you like to do this bit for me?" she asked with a smile. "It's hard to tell if I've missed a bit." Naturally, I was not about to refuse such an offer and I knelt beside her massaging the oil into those delightfully firm mounds, feeling her nipples hardening into my palms. To be sure, I massaged rather more than was necessary but judging from the contented sighs, she wasn't unhappy about that. Neither was my John Thomas who began to distort the front of my boxers alarmingly and this did not escape her notice either. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge. In an effort to minimise my embarrassment, I asked if she would like me to do her back. She obliged by rolling over onto her stomach bur continued to keep her eyes fixed on my crotch. As I worked my way down her back she eased her bikini bottom down inch by inch to reveal the top of a very nice bum. I spread the oil onto every inch of available skin, lingering with my fingers in the crease. She eased the pants down still further and I eased my fingers down still further. She let out a little gasp and her eyes told me that she was very well aware how I was affected!

When it came to her legs I started at her toes, massaging gradually upwards. Her legs were smooth and silky and as I moved higher she spread them apart to allow me access to the insides of her thighs. By the time I reached her crotch, I was in a fevered state of excitement and careless of the consequences I began rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric. Not only did she not complain; she pulled the elastic aside to give me the first touch of what was a very hot and moist pussy and I fondled unashamedly. I could not be totally sure but her pussy also seemed, like her legs, to be devoid of hair. I supposed that she might have shaved it the way my wife used to when she was looking for a good session of oral sex. As one hand investigated her sex, the other was caressing the cheeks of her bottom up the legs of her bikini.

She began, gently at first, to undulate her hips, pushing towards my questing fingers. Her breathing became harsher and her eyes were closed. Gradually, her thrusting became more urgent as my fingers penetrated the secret place that I could feel but not see. Her pelvis was lifting off the towel as she tried to force herself onto my hand. I had moved so that my body, leaning across her legs, blocked the view from the rest of the beach. In this position, I knew that my raging erection would be visible to her up the leg of my shorts but I didn't care.

She was panting heavily now, twitching her hips from side to side. Suddenly she gave a long, shuddering moan and raised her entire body onto her hands and knees, impaling herself onto my fingers with her full force. I could feel her cunt convulsing with spasm after spasm until her climax slowly subsided. As she lowered herself back onto her towel, she gave me a sleepy sort of smile and said, "That was fantastic!"

I sat back on my haunches, my engorged penis jutting sharply from the leg of my shorts. She pulled her pants back roughly into position as though to hide the source of my predicament. Then she said with a naughty twinkle in her eye,

"I think I should do you now." She rolled over and sat up, picking up the bottle of oil from where I had dropped it. I crawled over to my own towel and lay on my tummy, pleased now to hide the sight of my still distended manhood from the gaze of passers-by. 

Nor did the said manhood have cause to be any less distended as sensuous female fingers began massaging the warm oil into my back. She started from my neck and worked her way down, every so often playfully brushing her long blonde hair down my spine. When she reached my waistline, her hands deftly slid under the elastic and caressed the cheeks of my bum, probing deep into the crease as I had done, until she found my arsehole. Having found it, she began working a finger into it in a curious twirling motion.

"Do you like that?" she murmured. "I do when it's done for me." She was probing towards my prostate and I knew if she hit it I would cum instantly. I told her so. "Later, then," she promised and started on my legs. When she reached the top, I again discovered that nothing is sacred as she groped up the leg of my shorts for the hidden monster. It didn't take long. When she found it her fingers curled around the shaft while her other hand began massaging my balls. I was practically beside myself. Involuntarily I began pushing into her hand and she giggled. "Not so fast, you naughty boy. I want to feel you thrusting that into somewhere else. God, he's big though." She took her hand away.

It was time for the front. As I rolled over, I realized that my shorts bore a distinct resemblance to a circus tent. I hoped that no one else would notice but that seemed the least of the girl's concern. Rather than hide me with her body as I had done, she moved around behind my head, brushing her turgid nipples across my face as she rubbed my stomach. A couple of other girls, about 13 years old, sauntered by, saw what was happening and paused to gawp. One of them reached subconsciously for her crotch as she eyed the tent pole in my shorts and gave herself a few decidedly sexual rubs before her girlfriend pulled her away. I could imagine her masturbating frantically in bed that night.

On down now to my legs. She shuffled forward on her knees so that her thighs straddled my head and I could smell the hot lust between them. Her tits rubbed the upward pointing protrusion and I remained on the brink of disgracing myself.

Finally, I was considered adequately basted and she withdrew, allowing me to rearrange myself to regain some semblance of decency, at least as far as the other sunbathers were concerned. She pulled her towel over until it overlapped with mine and lay down on her side facing me.

"I'm Liana," she belatedly announced. A very apt name for the owner of her sinuous, willowy body. I introduced myself for what it was worth and waited to see what would happen next. Although my hard-on had lost some of it's urgency, it was by no means asleep.

"Let's talk about sex," she suggested, as though there were anything else we had in common to talk about. "What sort of sex do you like?"

"Oh I like virtually everything," I said, expansively. "Everything that is except those things that involve beating each other with whips and chains or mutilating each other's bodies."

"That's good. So do I. I especially like oral sex though."

"What? Giving or receiving?"

"Both. I love a good sixty-nine when a man licks the whole of my crotch from clit to arsehole and makes me cum over and over again. But I also love a big thick cock like yours pushing into my mouth - especially at the same time."

"That's good, we're agreed on that then. What about anal sex?" I thought I'd chance my arm seeing this chick seemed so broad minded.

"Oooh. That would hurt with a cock the size of yours. It'd be coming up my throat! I'd have to be very, very wet." Considering what I had felt earlier, I didn't think that would be a problem. Besides, there's always KY jelly. She was silent a moment. Then, somewhat shyly:

"Do you know something I would really, really like?"

"What's that?"

"After you've fucked me, I'd like to watch you piss. I'd like to spread my legs wide apart and have you piss all over my cunt and clit and my tits and everywhere. And do you know something else I'd like? I'd like to watch you wanking while I had sex with another girl." This sounded like fantasyland to me and I said so.

"It's true. It is my fantasy but I want my fantasies to come true. Will you help?" I had no strong aversion to either proposal so I agreed to help if I could. "What fantasies do you have?" she wanted to know.

"Oh I don't know. I guess to make love to two girls at once - especially if one of them was really young. And I guess I've got a pissing fantasy, a bit like you but in reverse." Her eyes gleamed. Then she told me.

"I've got a campervan in the car park and that's not all! I've also got an 18 year old cousin and we often play sex games together - especially when I'm feeling horny. You could wank while I screw her then I could wank while you screw her and then we could all screw each other!" This suggestion did nothing to keep John Thomas quiet and nor did the next one.

"And when we've all screwed each other we could all piss on each other until we're randy again!"

An invitation like that does not come my way very often - in fact, I've never had one like it before. Naturally, after the foreplay we had indulged in, it would have been impossible for me to refuse. We decided to get a little sunbathing and swimming in before going to collect Liana's cousin. In the meantime I had ample opportunity to feast my eyes on the lovely body next to me in anticipation of what was to come. Her firm, inviting tits, naked to the sun with their stiff pink nipples pointing skyward; her lithe, flat tummy; her protruding mons, wrapped in skin tight lycra bikini pants which showed more than just a hint of her crack. When she rolled over to cook her back, her invitingly rounded bum, firm and tight and just the right size; the slim curve of her waist; her shapely smooth legs. Her long blonde hair spread across her back. Not too tall, I decided, but not short and dumpy either. Just right. Even her face was pretty. Sensuous mouth and mischievous eyes with a little turned-up nose in between.

I wondered what her cousin looked like. For all I knew, she could be ugly as sin. Still, if she liked playing sex games at eighteen, chances were that she would turn out to be a right little dirty girl and I was looking forward to meeting her. We swam together when it got too hot, groping each other's crotches without reservation beneath the waves. The result was predictable. I ended up having to walk back up the beach with a battering ram in front of me, made all the more conspicuous by the wetness of the thin cotton which was never intended for the purpose to which I was putting it. Liana thought it was hilarious and so did many of the dozens of other people who noticed it.

We lay in the sun to dry off and chatted (as might be expected) about all things sexual. Although I had once been involved in a little wife swapping, neither of us had attended an orgy and both of us thought we would love to. I discovered that Liana's sexual expertise came, not so much from experience as I had imagined, but from a mind that had been obsessed with the topic since childhood and a fascination with the contents of everyone's pants including her own. Today's opportunity had been a godsend for her investigations and she had no intention of letting it slip through her fingers, so to speak. Apart from a couple of lesbian type experiments at boarding school and with her cousin, of course, most of her sexual satisfaction had been produced by herself. She lost her virginity to a neighbour to whom she had been exposing herself for months until he gave in and had had one fling with a boy who had ejaculated all over her best dress in the car after a date. She had attempted to seduce her step-father but apart from producing some spectacular erections, without success.

I told her of losing my virginity to a gang rape by a number of girls in my class and about some of the more interesting experiences I have had since. She was avid to hear more, especially about my wife's liking for two men at once and what she did with them. The concept of a cock sandwich made her eyes widen and I suspect she added another one to her list of fantasies.

As the sea breeze sprang up after lunch, Liana replaced her bikini bra and we made our way up through the sand hills to the car park. The sand hills are where most of the hanky-panky goes on at that beach and we spotted several couples making the beast with two backs including one foursome where the women were sixty-nining each other while the men rooted them from behind. Another fantasy for the collection. Liana seemed to be becoming more and more horny and I began to realize that the afternoon was likely to be quite demanding for one guy.

The campervan was only of medium size, in fact quite small inside with most of the space taken by a large double bed. One got the feeling that with more than two people in it, they would be forced into intimacy whether they wanted to be or not. A stove, a fridge stocked mainly with wine and beer, a sink bench and the one and only bed suggested that the thing had been fitted out as a passion wagon and Liana confirmed that she had bought it for just that reason in the pursuit of her fantasies.

The cousin, it emerged, was called Judy and she was currently home from university where she had been actively engaged in a comprehensive course in lesbian sex including the use of vibrators and dildos as well as other miscellaneous paraphernalia used for penetrating, stimulating and satisfying the contents of her panties. She apparently also held an advanced diploma in cunnilingus and wished to do post-graduate in fellatio and anything else that came up. It seemed that, as well as spreading her legs wide for a goodly number of older girls and a couple of tutors, she had also attempted to do the same for a number of the local boys who had failed to satisfy her because of their inexperience. The groundsman had seemed more hopeful but just as he was about to hide the sausage, they were caught and he was sacked. Liana told me all this as we drove through the suburbs to the home of the adolescent in question. The information did nothing to subdue my already fevered libido.

Liana left me to explore the contents of the van while she went inside to acquaint Judy with the plan and bring her to the party, so to speak. When they emerged, I was still clutching a large strap-on dildo I had found and I saw that my fears of Judy's ugliness had no foundation at all. She was simply a slightly smaller replica of Liana, dressed in a fully flared miniskirt and a halter top that made no secret of her attributes in the tit department. The skirt was of the flimsiest material and blew up in the breeze without restraint, revealing very abbreviated black lacy panties. She greeted me with a kiss, grinding her crotch into my bulge before taking the dildo from my hand and inserting it suggestively into her mouth. 

She sat on my lap in the front passenger seat as we drove off. I asked Liana where she planned on going but she replied only that it was to a place where we would not be disturbed. Half an hour later, we drove through a gate (to which Liana had the key to the lock) and down a long track to a lovely little woodland glade beside a stream. On the way, Judy told me:

"I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. Then I want you to put your cock in my mouth and piss and make me drink it all. And then I am going to piss in your mouth and make you drink it all." No innocent abroad, this one!"

When we stopped, the girls wasted no time getting rid of my shorts, revealing my rapidly rising Willie to the full light of day. Similarly, Liana's bikini quickly joined my shorts on the ground. Sure enough, she had not the slightest trace of pubic hair on her mons or between her legs. She was as smooth as a child and her slit showed invitingly in the sunshine. 

Jointly, we began stripping Judy; first her halter top to display her nicely pointed tits with hard button nipples - not large but incredibly firm. Next the skirt whereupon she began parading around in the minuscule panties, thrusting her hips forward like a stripper then turning to display her tight little arse, pulling the panties into the crack then turning again as she pulled them tightly between her cunt lips, masturbating her clit with them. If my prick wasn't stiff before, it was now! She came over and stood in front of me.

"Pull my panties down," she demanded. I got down on my knees and obliged. As she stepped out of them, she thrust her pubes into my face and said, "suck my clit." She was as devoid of pubic hair as Liana but it was easy to forget how young she was as I applied my mouth to her slit and she ground her pelvis into my face. It was a moment before I realized that Liana wasn't being idle either. She had wedged her hand between Judy's legs from behind and had plunged her fingers into Judy's snatch and was deftly finger fucking her. The hot, steamy smell of the young girl's sex filled my nostrils, driving me wild. Then Liana's dripping fingers were in my mouth for me to suck the juices from them.

Judy turned and thrust her hand between Liana's legs and seconds later, they were both lying in the grass face to face, their fingers frantically working in and out of each other's cunts. The chorus of slurping sounds kept me interested and remembering Liana's wish, I grasped my swollen member and straddling the two writhing bodies, began jerking myself, showing the old man up to his best advantage. The shaft was so thick I could scarcely get my hand around it and the eye at the tip of the huge purple knob was stretched so far that it was dilated into a big, round 'O'.

"I want to see you cum," Liana gasped, her hips jerking against Judy's ramming fingers. "I want you to spurt your hot cum all over both of us." Whilst busy with each other, both girls had their eyes fixed on my almost bursting manhood. My legs were spread so far apart in order to stay astride of both of them, I suspected that my arsehole was visible to them too.

"Yes, squirt it in our mouths and over our tits," panted Judy. Their tits were mashing together, their engorged nipples grinding into each other's, their hips thrusting with their pleasure. The pent-up pressure of the last few hours had it's way and the thick sticky jism gushed into their open mouths, across their faces and oozed between their hardened tits. They both screamed in unison as they reached their own simultaneous orgasms.

"Lick me clean," panted Judy to Liana who was scooping my cum onto her finger and shovelling it into her mouth. Judy rolled onto her back and Liana knelt over her licking the cum from her tits and cheeks, swallowing each new mouthful with obvious relish. The sight of Liana's lovely bum raised in the air was too much for me to resist. Her hard, reddened clit protruded from her naked cunt lips and her arsehole and love tunnel were still gaping from the ministrations of Judy's fingers. I buried my face in her behind and did indeed lick her from clit to arsehole. Judy wriggled around between my legs until she was able to take my dangling prick into her mouth, sucking it quickly back to life. As it began to swell, she used one hand to retract the foreskin to it's limit whilst her probing pointed tongue inserted itself into the sensitive eye. Her other hand occupied itself penetrating my arse.




The Beach



The nectar of Liana's juices and Judy's efforts at the other end had me bucking my hips, trying to drive myself even further into Judy's busy mouth. Frantically, I sucked on Liana's throbbing clit and drank from her dripping cunt until she again exploded into another climax, her vaginal muscles contracting in powerful spasms under my lips and her arsehole twitching in rhythm. God, it was a beautiful sight! There's nothing to compare with watching and feeling a woman's orgasm that you know you have produced.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she gasped. "Ram that great big cock up my cunt and fuck me! Force me to cum on your cock then I want you to fuck Judy and force her to cum while I watch." Judy withdrew my equipment from her mouth and guided it into Liana as I mounted her doggy style. With a lunge I drove it full depth into Liana's tight wet twat and with her buttocks slamming against my groin and my balls slapping her clit, I rooted into her, pulling her onto myself with her hips. Judy got to her knees behind me and began tonguing my arsehole, trying to insert that little pointed tongue into the only one of my orifices she hadn't tried, riding backwards and forwards with my thrusts, spreading my bum cheeks with hands. This was a new experience for me and drove me to new heights of arousal as I aimed my knob for Liana's G-spot. She began to utter short, sharp grunts with each stroke and her hips thrashed from side to side as her own excitement neared it's peak. I reached forward and pinched her rock hard nipples which drove her into a frenzy, her arse thrashing as she tried to impale herself deeper onto my pole. Suddenly her cunt gripped my cock in a vice grip, she gave a massive backward lunge which dislodged Judy, let out a shriek followed by a long shuddering sigh and I could feel her contractions running the full length of my cock as she collapsed to the ground in a massive orgasm.

"God, that was the best cum I've ever had," she gasped as she disengaged herself from my throbbing source of her pleasure and rolled over onto her back with her legs wide apart. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and still gave an occasional twitch as her climax subsided. I sank to the grass beside her, my cock, glistening with her juices, pointing skywards. Judy was kneeling with her knees impossibly wide apart, vigorously masturbating her distended clit.

"It's your turn now," Liana told her. Without a second invitation, Judy moved up astride me and grasping my cock guided it into her own wet tunnel, sinking down until she was fully impaled then raising herself until he almost came free, then slamming down again. Her cunt was even tighter than Liana's and the long strokes she was taking took full advantage of every inch of friction surface. Faster and faster she rose and rammed herself back down until within only a few minutes, she had brought herself off with the only contribution from me being the equipment. 

"I want you to make me cum up my arse too," she said as her breathing calmed. She reversed herself so that her back was to me and repeated her manoeuvre except that this time it was into her little pink rosebud arsehole that she guided me and I could see the entire process. This hole was incredibly tight and I could feel her anal sphincter gripping me as she began bouncing up and down. Then she lay back against my chest so that I could pinch her nipples as I had Liana's. She lifted her legs high in the air and spread them wide apart.

"Lick my cunt, Liana, while he fucks my arse." Liana happily obliged, giving my shaft the occasional sly lick as it was withdrawn from the grasping hole that kept trying to suck me into it. Under the double stimulation, Judy's breath was coming in short juddering gasps and she ground herself down on me with ever increasing force until she was impaling herself with her full weight. Her orgasm, when it came was awesome, her arse muscles wringing my cock and forcing it to engorge to an even greater degree than before, stretching her rectum and making it impossible for any in and out movement. She screamed loudly over and over again until her muscles began to relax and allowed her to set me free from her frantically clamping bum hole. When my cock emerged into sunlight again, it looked bigger than I have ever seen it. It was not to be given any rest, however.

"You found him," Judy told Liana. "I want to see you finish him off up your arse." Since Liana had already told me that the biggest thing she had ever had up her arse was a finger, I expected her to be a little doubtful about this but she swapped places with Judy eagerly and with Judy holding my hugely enlarged cock upright, she plunged downward, swallowing the whole length in one lunge. Not only was she even tighter than Judy, she worked her muscles in a sort of milking action whilst at the same time clamping her sphincter around the base of my prick so fiercely that any movement on my part other than to thrust my hips, was impossible. Under the steady pulsating suction, I could feel my knob being pulled deeper and deeper inside her back passage and swelling unbelievably as she did so. Her whole pelvis was gyrating wildly. Judy, not to be left out squatted over my face, blocking my view of Liana's lovely arse but showing me her own, still gaping wide. She lowered her crotch onto my eager tongue, working herself backwards and forwards to ensure everything got an adequate licking. I could hold back no longer under this two-way assault and with one last mighty lunge I blew my boiling semen into the deepest part of Liana's arse. She screamed as she burst into the spasms of her own incredible cum. It seemed as though I had been pumping and she convulsing for ages before we both began to relax, totally drained for the moment. Eventually she relaxed and allowed my by now limp Willie to slip out of her arse. As she moved away I could see my cum dribbling out of her gaping hole and running down her leg. It seemed like there was no end to it.

By this time, all three of us were exhausted. Happy but exhausted. We climbed into the campervan, still naked, and helped ourselves to the wine and beer in the fridge while cuddling on the bed in a beautiful three-way smooch which had me in the middle with a gorgeous girl on either side. As our glasses emptied we refilled them, the girls keeping me supplied. I no longer thought of Judy as 'just a kid;' it was impossible after what we had all just done together. As the day wore on we drowsed in each other's arms, rousing only to fetch another drink. Naturally, we were becoming increasingly drunk but as Liana said, it didn't matter - we didn't have to go anywhere. As our bladders filled with the booze we went outside and took turns at peeing all over each other, more than fulfilling all our fantasies. Then back to the van for refills to prepare for still more pissing games. Our second round of lovemaking was just that - slow and relaxed until eventually, one by one, we went to sleep, still entwined in each other's bodies.

Morning came, as mornings inevitably must. Another round of triple sex and a contest to see who could piss the furthest (Liana won), a few more glasses of wine with which I drank a toast to dirty girls everywhere. We reluctantly retrieved our clothes and dressed before leaving our little woodland glade to go home. Just before we left, Judy asked me to hold her crotch once more while she pissed. Without removing her panties, she let loose with a copious stream of piss as I pressed my fingers against her piss hole through the fabric. Then we were gone, Judy in her wet panties, Liana in her bikini and me in those magic boxer shorts which I will never now exchange for a swimsuit.

I expected never to hear from either of them again and although my eyes scoured the beach for a familiar shape every time I went there, it wasn't until several years later with my wife that I again spied that looked-for shape. Liana was married by then and had her husband with her. She told me that Judy was now teaching at a university overseas but that neither of them had changed otherwise and I could well believe her.

My wife was also taken by her attractiveness but much more attracted to her husband who hovered about with a puzzled expression. I hoped that we might get to ease his perplexity but that would be a whole 'nother story!



The Beach



She lay nude on the deserted beach, all alone and lonely, sunbathing and getting an awesome and very even tan. Her long, soft Blonde hair splayed out around her head and her bright Blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Jenny was a computer programmer on vacation and she meant to savor every minute of her two weeks in the sun. Five feet, seven inches of pure, sexy beauty. With firm, full lips, firm, soft breasts topped by dime-sized nipples, a shaved smooth pussy and legs that seemed to go on forever.

Dreamweaver strolled down the deserted (he thought) beach, coming ever closer to the nude and unaware Jenny. Suddenly, spying the beautiful woman, he stopped dead. He just had to stop and savor the breathtaking vision lying less than twenty yards away. Dreamweaver, a truck driver from Missouri, was also on a two week vaction. He was five feet, ten inches of hardened muscle. Brown, rather longish hair, piercing Blue eyes, and a wash-board stomach. His was an all over, even tan also, as he regularly sunbathed nude himself, and usually on this very same stretch of beach. That was the reason for his being there at that time on this cloudless day.

When he did start to move again, it was with a slow, even gait which would allow him to gaze at the lovely sight laid out before him yet still bring him to her side in mere seconds. As his shadow fell across the still unaware Jenny, she gasped and looked up to see this (in her eyes right then) giant of a man standing, staring down at her naked body. No thought of springing up and running away even started to go through her mind as she looked upon his hard-muscled body, his swim trunks now tented out from the pressure of his eight-inch hard on. 

With a small smile, she crooked her finger and said, "Hi, I'm Jenny. You come here often?"

"Yeah," he said, "almost every day for the last week. Where've you been all that time babe? I'm here on vacation and you're the prettiest and sexiest thing I've seen yet!"

"Well, don't block the sun lover," she said, "come on down here beside me and we'll both get our tans. Don't tell me you wear those trunks when you're out here alone."

"No way baby," he said, stripping off the trunks and kneeling beside her. When he was down to his knees, she stopped him with a slow, lingering kiss on the head of his already hard, throbbing cock. She slowly licked him from the base to the mushroom head and then started taking his shaft into her warm, wet mouth. Deeper and deeper she took his cock until her nose was resting in his pubic hair. Then she started to move her head back and forth with an ever increasing tempo. With each bob of her head, she took him all the way. Then, she suddenly stopped the blow job and started to lick him again, first his shaft, then the ball sack. She took each testicle into her mouth and sucked gently, bringing him almost to the point of climax.

"Ohhhhh stop baby," he moaned, "stop or I'm gonna cumm way too soon!"

She slowly, slowly eased her wet mouth off his hard cock, smiling up at him as she did so. He fell to his side, now lying beside her. Her warm, wet lips were so inviting, he just had to kiss her softly, tasting his own pre-cum as he did so. He kissed her lips and then her cheek. Around to her neck and throat he went, down to the luscious cleavage, tonguing his way down to the tender, sensitive underside of her soft breasts. He then used his tongue and circled slowly around and around the breast until he reached her hardened nipple, sucking it quickly into his mouth, biting it gently while he tongued the nipple thoroughly. He switched to her other breast, doing the same thing there, making her moan with pleasure. 

He slowly started down, across her flat, hard belly, stopping at her navel for only a few seconds, just long enough to run his tongue swiftly in and out. Then he went further down, down to her shaved mound, around the mound and down further, along the top of her thigh, down to her knee, around to the back of her knee, the most sensitive place, then back up, on the inside of the thigh. Stopping just before he readhed her wet pussy, going up and around her mound and down the other thigh to the other knee and doing the same operation there. Back up the inside of her thigh, stopping every couple of seconds to gently blow a breath up into her open pussy.

When he reached her wet pussy, he drove his tongue as deeply into her as he could go tonguing and sucking her, making her cumm repeatedly. He sucked her clit in between his lips, biting it gently and teasing it with his tongue until Jenny was writhing on the sand, the blanket she had been lying on wadded up and thrown to the side. She was crying for him to "stop, please baby, stop! I can't take it anymore! Please baby, please just fuck me and fuck me hard and fast."

" Not yet darlin," he said. "Not just yet." he slowly moved his lips from her swollen clit, using his tongue to move back up her taught, sweaty body. Back, he went, back up across her tummy, around her heaving breasts, back through the valley of her clevage, up her throat and back around her neck to her cheek, then her warm, wet lips. As his lips touched hers again, the head of his throbbing cock touched her wet pussy lips. As his tongue entered her mouth, the head of his hard cock entered her tunnel. He quickly pushed deep into her as she went into the throes of her orgasm. He thrust again and again, going deeper into her with each hard thrust until his cock was buried deep within her now sopping pussy. She cried out, wanting more and more, begging him to do his worst, to fill her with the pleasure she knew would be hers when this man came. Her legs, as of their own accord, went into the air, wrapping around his hard body, locking him inside her.

Jenny felt his cock begin to swell inside her and she knew that he was about to cumm. "Please baby," she cried, "please cumm inside me. I need to feel it, I want it all inside of me." Just as she was cumming yet again, she felt his cock seemingly explode inside her, filling her pussy and spilling onto the sand beneath their sweating bodies. Still, she wasn't through, she wanted more, she craved more, ever more of this man she didn't really even know. When dreamweaver's now flaccid cock slipped from her sopping wet pussy, she quickly turned and took him back into her wet and willing mouth, sucking him clean.

They lay together for awhile longer, holding each other tightly. Then, as the sun was setting, they stirred, they got up, gathered their things, and walked, none too steadily, but arm in arm, back towards her small, rented house, where they made love again and again, much more slowly and tenderly until the first light of dawn was breaking and then falling asleep at last in each others arms.



The Beach



"Take off your blouse."

Carol didn't look at him to see if he meant it. She knew he did. At first, when Tom had begun these games she'd been uncertain in so many ways. Now she knew him much better, or at least a little bit, and she was just afraid. Well, not only afraid. She was turned on, too. Her fear did didn't mean she didn't want him. Maybe she wanted him all the more because of the things he made her do. But she just liked it so much better when he seemed ... more normal. These sexual games were kind of scary. Only they weren't games. He was entirely serious. The things she did for him shamed and humiliated her. She couldn't tell anyone about them.

He removed the belt from his pants. She watched and knew enough not to speak. She'd done that before, asking him, please, not to do it and he'd hit her harder. He'd explained that he liked the marks it left, he liked that she was afraid of it, he liked it when she whimpered, when she screamed. She never admitted to liking it. She thought he knew, though, and she was sure it didn't matter to him. He'd have beaten her anyway.

She put her hands to the hem of her blouse, knowing it was too late. He had told her to take it off and, right here on the beach or not, that's what he wanted and she hadn't obeyed. The punishments always followed. The blow came as she lifted the thin fabric over her head. She stumbled, her ass burning, and he delivered another, harder and faster, in exactly the same place, as she tore the blouse off. She dropped it at her feet, trembling, and looked at him. The flesh of her ass flamed.

His expression told her nothing. Carol told herself she'd been stupid. She should've taken the blouse off immediately. She shouldn't have made him use the belt. There was no one to see her. The beach stretched for miles, empty in all directions. The weather and the earliness of the season had kept everyone else away. She could've removed her skirt too and she wouldn't have been exposed to anyone but him.

"Go find a stick. Something small. Bring it back here in your mouth with your hands behind your back."

He turned away to look at the ocean.

The carcasses of dead crabs, scattered strands of kelp, some rocks. Not much wood. She'd have to find a stick, though, and she did. Putting it in her mouth was kind of terrible. Well, no, it really wasn't. What was terrible was that her cunt got wet. She was carrying the stick back to him like a dog and she was wet. How did he do this to her? How did he know?

She stood beside him and he said, "In front of me. Face me and kneel."

She obeyed.

"Drop the stick."

He picked it up. She knelt there, looking up into his face. Would he beat her? Would he make her suck him off? Please, she thought, let that be it. He threw the stick. "Fetch. On your hands and knees."

Carol lowered her head, hiding the rush of wetness in her eyes. She crawled to the stick and brought it back to him, carrying it in her mouth without being told. He took it from her kneel and threw it again. This time, he lifted her chin and smiled when he saw the tears. "Get two this time. Bring the second one back in your ass."

The orders continued. Sometimes he allowed her to stand, sometimes she crawled. She put sticks under her breasts letting the soft weight of her flesh hold them in place. She put them between her thighs and tiptoed back to him, waddling awkwardly. She balanced them on her head. Finally, she knelt before him, a pile of sticks at his feet, and he said, "Roll over." She didn't understand. She refused to understand.

And the expression she most feared came over his face. He was bored with her. Or maybe disgusted. Or maybe disappointed. She was disobedient, making him go through something he didn't like. She surrendered. She laid face down and rolled in the sand.

"Again."

She did.

"Again."

"Now get on your knees, put your face in the dirt, spread your legs and hold your ass open with both hands."

She cried while he fucked her. She wanted it so much. It was so good. And it was always this way. It was so horrible. So horrible that he was like this, so horrible that even now he made her hold a stick between her teeth, so horrible that she never said no to him. Her orgasm came quick and hard, her body awash with the sensations she couldn't deny. 

At the end he pulled out, grabbed the stick from her mouth, and hit her with it, slashing the backs of her legs until she screamed. He only stopped to shove deep into her ass her for his orgasm. So often he didn't come in her, so often he made her open her mouth so he could ejaculate onto her face and down her throat, but this time she felt she had done well. Not perfectly, but well enough that he let her take his cum while he was deep inside her, calling her a slut, a cunt, a bitch, making her wet, making her come again. Next time, she vowed, she would do better. 



The Beach



Officer Janel Foster knocked lightly on door to the hospital room, meeting her latest Special Victim, a mom of 3 girls abused in a beach bathroom. The photographer was taking pictures and the 3 young daughters were crying and her husband was holding his wife's hand, her face puffy, her lips cut and swollen. One thing could not be missed by the SVU officer was how beautiful the white woman was, she was gorgeous, long thick brunette hair, tanned, full lips, bright green eyes, and even covered by hospital gown and blanket her luscious body was evident.

Looking at the husband, Jack Morris, introducing herself, she told the husband that " it would be better if he takes his daughters to the lounge and she would be along in a few minutes to get a statement and any information they could give to help with the investigation."

After they left she introduced herself to the victim, Shannon Morris,age 35, her tear filled eyes looking away embarrassed at what laid ahead with the DNA testing. "Sweetie I know this is hard and we'll talk later but we need to collect fluids as soon as possible so just relax."

As the young black nurse rolled the gown up Shannon's long shapely tanned legs, "Officer can you pull her knee towards you and I'll get pics of the bite marks on her legs and hickey's on her thighs. The camera clicked away, her legs so long and smooth were full of bite marks and hickey's where he sucked on her soft smooth legs.

"Let's get her legs in the stirrups so I can measure the penis size and gather semen for DNA."

"Okay sweetie lets get your feet in the stirrups and I know its uncomfortable but it will be over in a few minutes."

"My assistant isn't here, write down the measurements for me officer, please?"

"Yes, okay."

"The thickness of the penis is 3 inch diameter, okay now your going to feel air, I know its uncomfortable but be still for me, please."

"I'll try, Oh God, its so embarrassing"..replied Shannon.

"Okay here's some semen leaking, wow its allot, plenty for DNA, but this attachment is to short, did he break through your cervix wall?"

"He was huge down there, I had never been with any other man but my husband inside me and he was much bigger and much deeper, I kept begging him to stop."....Shannon said.

Looking through her scope and putting a long attachment into her vagina she was in her womb and spotted gobs of man's semen so she started sucking it up from the married mom's womb.

"Okay, wow, the penis length is 13 inches and it was all put inside her, I see allot of semen here, sorry sweetie."

The beautiful victim squirmed on the table feeling so exposed in front of the 2 black officers. "Is it going to be much longer?"

"I see semen leaking from your rectum, did he sodomize you anally?"

"Oh God!!!, It was so gross, so degrading, I had never had that done before, I didn't know humans had sex like that, he was like an animal, holding my hair and slapping me."

"We need to get her on all 4's and get the semen out of her rectum, lets turn her over and I'm going to need you to spread her butt cheeks while I put the measurer inside."

Let's get the gown off her and I'll spread her so you can scoop her clean." Both officers were looking at her soft tanned ass cheeks, a light baby fine hair bordering her ass crack protecting her earthy opening, her little butt-hole opening was dilated as the officer spread her soft smooth ass cheeks. She loved feeling the soft white wife's ass cheeks, her lesbian desires growing. "I see some saliva."

"Did he lick your ass Shannon?"

"Oh my God, he put his finger in me and then he bent me over the sink and I felt his tongue inside me, he sounded like an animal licking me up and down inside me and made me lick his finger that had been inside my dirty hole, I kept begging him to stop it was so dirty, I never felt so degraded."

"Kind of grunt for me and the semen should start coming out, oh yes, that's it, yes, here it comes. There is allot of semen so we have plenty for testing."

"Look at the bruising on her breasts, the bite marks."

Both women were jealous, the victim had breast that all women wish for, fat but pointed, huge pink round areola's that covers the whole end of her breasts with thick nipples, and so milky soft but firm, both officers were smitten with jealously.

"No man but my husband had ever seen my breasts before or touched them and he ripped my top off and, Oh God, he sounded so gross, his language, I never heard words like that before, he was mauling my breasts licking them and biting them and rolling my nipples in his fingers, and his language, the horrible names he was calling me."

After finishing the pictures of her breasts, they took samples of her hair, "you have urine in your hair, did he piss on you before he left?"

"It was so awful, he was laughing at me and was so degrading to me, I laid their in a puddle of his horrible urine."

The officer ask, "I see brown spots on your teeth, did he make you lick his dick after he was in your asshole?"

"Oh God, he made me lick him clean yes and he picked up his dick and made me lick his balls, I was so embarrassed but he was so strong."

The young nurse collected samples from her mouth, "yes she has urine and her own feces in her mouth, I'll get these to the lab."

"Nurse take these containers please, we collected 5 containers of a clear creamy liquid, can you test these?"...the officer ask. The SVU officer thought she knew what it was. She was pretty sure it belonged to the victim, that she had multiple orgasms and creamed on herself and gushed maybe the first time in her life.

"Sharon why don't you rest now and take a shower and I'll go and meet with your family, I'll send them in to see you in a few minutes, just relax now the worst is over, you and I will talk in a few days."

Interviewing the Family..................



The Beach



My name is peter, I am 19 years old, and I am still living at home with my mom, my mom and dad got divorced almost 8 years ago, he had found another woman which he thought was much more exciting than my mom.

My mom is 38 years, She is about 5ft 4in high, and weighs about 165 lb, She has, if you ask me, a body to die for, her ass makes most men turn their heads on the street, and a couple of nice breasts, something I of course have noticed when she was either wearing her bathing suit or seeing her in her underwear.

I am as I said 19 years old, and working as an electrician apprentice, I am 6 ft even and weighs 200 lb, other than that my body is quite average, I have always been some of a mothers boy, but I don't see that as a problem at all.

I began to notice how sexy my mom really was about a year ago, and I have often dreamt about her when I was masturbating, and I have of course, tried to catch a few glimpse of her when she was naked, though without any luck, but that was about to change, and that is the story I am about to tell you now.

This story is about 1 month old, and it happened on one of the first real days of summer, the weather was actually so good that my mom suggested that we went to the beach, and I thought that it was a very good idea.

When we came down to the beach, there wasn't really that many people there, But it was of course one of the first days this year, where the weather was good enough to go, we quickly found a quiet and undisturbed spot, where we could enjoy the sun, my mom was in her usual bathing suit, and I had a couple of swim trouser on, seeing my mom in her bathing suit, caused me to have a big boner, so I had to lay down on my stomach, as I didn't want my mom to see me with an erection on.

After a while she asked if I didn't want to go in to the water with her, but I told her that I thought it was too cold, but she eventually did persuade me to follow her, on the way down to the water I walked behind my mom, thereby giving me a view to the best ass in the whole world, my cock began to grow hard again, but luckily there wasn't many people on the beach that day, and my mom was in front of me so she couldn't see the bulge in my swim trousers either.

The water WAS cold, but now that we were there we had to go in, my mom said, slowly but surely we walked out in the water, and when the water reached our waist, my mom dived under, I followed her example, and after a few minutes id didn't feel so cold anymore, we began to play around with each other, at first we splashed water at each other, but suddenly my mom gave me a hard push so I went completely under, but I managed to take advantage of it, and dived over to my mom, lifted her out of the water and dropped her down again, so that she went completely under, when she surfaced again we just stood there laughing at each other.

My mom started moving towards me, but this time I was prepared, so when she jumped towards me I simply catched her instead, and she ended up with a leg on each side of my waist, but we still ended up falling over and going under the water again.

As we were messing around under the water I suddenly felt her pubic bone pressing against my cock, and it caused my cock to get hard again, I am sure my mom could feel it as well, as it took her a few extra seconds to let me go, and when we surfaced she had a strange look on her face.

We continued to play around, turning each other over in the water, and several times I could feel her grinding her groin against my hard cock, it was if it were for longer and longer periods of time that we held on to each other, and at some time when my mom again threw herself against me, I was so prepared that I just caught her, and sank in to my knees, so that she ended up sitting on me with a leg on each side, and our groins pressed firmly together.

None of us would take the initiative to get up again, but instead we looked each other deeply in the eyes and suddenly our lips met in a warm and wet kiss, then we started kissing each other more eagerly, an at the same time I could feel my mom starting to move her groin against my now very hard cock.

"What is it that I can feel? Is that your penis that has gotten hard? Is that my fault?"

"Yes, mom I'm afraid so, sorry mom I didn't mean to"

"You don't have anything to be sorry about, I take it as a compliment, besides it is a long time since I have felt such a hard penis"

"I just couldn't avoid getting a hard on, after our little water fight"

"I think that it is lovely to feel my son getting a hard on just by having a little water fight with his old mom"

"Mom you are not old, I think you are lovely and very beautiful"

"Thank you honey, try to hold on for a second"

My mom moved back a little, and I felt her hand grab hold of my cock, taking it out of my swim trousers, then she moved closer again, and suddenly I could feel my cock being led up into something wet and warm.

"Do you like this honey?"

"Yes mom, it feels so nice, am I really inside you, or are you performing some trick so it just feels like it?"

"Yes my darling you really are inside me, du you want me to stop?"

"Oh no, mom please don't, this feels so good"

"Mmmm, I think so too my darling"

My mom began to move up and down on my cock, and we kissed each other very intimately, but after a couple of minutes she said.

"I know this is so nice, but I think the water is getting to cold now, what do you say, we get up and let the sun dry us, and then go home and continue this?"

"Yes mom; I think it is getting cold to, even if this is my best experience ever"

As we went out of the water, I still had a hard on, I just hoped that no one would notice it, when we got back to our secluded spot, we laid down on the carpet again, but this time I laid myself on my back, while my mom was lying on her side, as we were lying here we talked and laughed and kissed, and then my mom crawled up on top of me, I pulled my swim trousers down to my thighs, so that my cock once again was out in the open, and my mom pulled her bathing suit to the side and slided down on my hard cock again.

"Oh mom, I just couldn't wait till we got home, I just had to feel you again"

"I know what you mean honey, I couldn't wait either, so just come on and fuck me"

"Yes mom, this is a dream come true"

"Ooooohhh yes my darling, I have dreamt of this too for a long time, just going to bed with you and make love to you"

I began to fuck my mom from beneath, and soon we had found a nice rhythm, I could feel that it wouldn't take me long before I would be cumming.

"Uuuuuuhhh mom, you are making me cum soon"

"Oooooohhh that is quite all right darling, I want you to cum, I want you to put your sperm up inside my pussy"

"Yyeeessss mom, it's happening, I'm going to cum inside you"

"Oooooohh this is so good, I can feel your cock grow inside me, come on honey cum inside me, put your lovely sperm up inside your mothers pussy"

"Yyyeeesssss mom here it comes, I'm cumming inside you now, I'm putting my sperm up into your wonderful pussy, ooooohh yes mom, aaaahh can you feel it, oooohhh yes I'm cumming deep inside you aahh yes mom, this is just so wonderful"

"Oooohhhh yes my darling, I'm cumming too, and I can feel you cumming, I can feel my son pumping his lovely fat sperm up inside of me, aaahh yesss pump your sperm up as deep into my pussy as you can, I love you honey, oh yes keep pumping that sperm deep inside me, oh I love you darling"

After our common orgasm had died out, my mom stayed on top of me, with my cock inside her lovely pussy, I wasn't about to pull out of her again, she was without a doubt the loveliest and sexiest woman, that I ever had had sex with.

After about 5 minutes my cock slipped out of my mom again, we continued to kiss and hug, and after a little while we agreed to go home and continue our little game there.

All this happened as I said one month ago, and since then I have moved into my mom's bedroom, and we basically have very hot sex almost every day, we just can't get enough of each other.



The Beach



Their section of the beach was usually deserted when they walked down from the cottage. Nothing was different this morning. To the east all you could see was sand and surf. To the west a few people were just shapes on the horizon. The neighbours weren't down to their cabana yet. Dress was casual here on the island and sometimes non-existent or at best very skimpy. It wasn't unusual to see a woman sunbathing topless.

He had built a roofed enclosure to shade them from the midday sun. A double chaise was built in and covered with a soft duvet for comfort. Today was going to be warm so clothing would be somewhat uncomfortable. The screen offered a degree of privacy but it was not unusual to see beachcombers walking by. 

The population on the beach was adults of all ages and sizes. You could be nude without feeling uncomfortable. They stripped off their suits but kept a cover-up close. More often than not couples would stop to talk.

When his wife was comfortable on the chaise he spread sunscreen over her nakedness to protect her from the sun. His hands lingered on her breasts, stopping to feel her firmness and letting her nipples burn into the palms of his hands. He spread her legs open, kissing the folds of her pussy before applying the oil. As he stood up she returned the favour, planting a kiss on the tip of his penis. The neighbours happened by at that moment but if they saw they didn't let on.

They didn't get to spend much time relaxing down by the water despite living at the beach. Work always seemed to get in the way for one or the other but these rare times were always good for the soul. Morning passed into early afternoon. Thirst and hunger would mean going back to the beach house for re-fueling. Neither one felt the inclination to dress. The neighbours looked up briefly as they passed. They were both nude. Her hand was resting on his midsection, his hand on her pubic mount. It appeared that they had been caught in a private moment.

They prepared lunch together, enjoying their nudity and closeness that their busy work schedules had interfered with. He carried the lunches outside to the patio. They had a view of the water but not the beach. The patio was quiet to the outside world. 

Her breasts hung naturally. He could feel his penis harden as he stared at the pink tipped nipples. Her long, often hard nipples drove him crazy. She was self conscious about them, seldom wearing anything that would allow her nipples to show through. Today her nipples resembled pencil erasers. He brushed the back of his hand across the points and watched them harden even more.

He was fully erect now. She noticed his erection, looked down at her breasts and smiled. She liked the control she had over his sexual desires. Despite the passing of the years she could still turn him on in an instant. Today she was feeling extremely mischievous. Maybe it was time to torment him sexually. 

After lunch they decided to go for a walk. He slipped on a swim suit and was surprised to see that she only slipped on a light cotton T that barely covered her ass. She was decent but barely. He was going to have an erection to deal with while they walked.

The beach road was quiet. No one drove much unless they had an errand in town to do. As they walked he bent down to pick up a brightly coloured stone. It was a pretense to steal a glance under her top. From that angle he could see her ass cheeks peeking out. He had to adjust his growing erection. She noticed and suggested that a walk along the beach was in order. They cut down a path to the water.

Once there she pulled down her top to accentuate her breasts and her nipples. This was going to be fun as he could be so easily manipulated. Facing away from him she bent down at the water's edge. Wetting her hands she wiped them across her cover-up. She turned to see his reaction. The cover-up was damp. Not only were her nipples readily visible but the pink of her areolas was visible through the fabric. To add to his obvious discomfort she reached out and closed her hand on his erection.

A middle-aged couple they weren't familiar with were walking close by. They were wearing suits. As they approached the couples exchanged glances and pleasantries. The women's eyes widened when she noticed the tent in the front of his suit. She licked her lips and walked by, tightening her grip on her husband's hand.

This wasn't fair so he reached behind his wife and under her cover-up. The palm of his hand cupped her butt cheek, his fingers in the crack of her ass and one finger up against her pussy lips. As she walked away the other woman glanced over her shoulder in time to see this display. Tit for tat. His wife couldn't move his hand away from her butt and still play by the rules that she made up.

As the other couple walked on she decided to up the stakes. She grabbed the hem of her cover-up and lifted to top up over her head. Even though he would be blocking the view, if the other couple turned around they would know she was now naked. She waited to see what his reaction to her nudity would be. It didn't take long for her titillation to turn to desire.

He reached for her hand and led her up the beach to where a tree had been washed ashore. She leaned against the trunk of the tree and watched him remove his suit. His hands went to her body but she pushed him away. She wasn't finished with him yet. She sat up on the trunk of the tree and spread her legs wide, inviting him to go down on her. 

No invitation was necessary. He dropped to his knees and buried his mouth against her pussy. He loved the smell, the feel, the taste and the texture of her hairless pussy. He had gone down on her countless times but never tired of it. He lost himself to the moment, sucking, licking and nibbling gently. She was very moist, perhaps due to the excitement of being exposed in semi-privacy or because he could encourage her to squirt when his tongue found a certain spot.

His penis was throbbing. He was approaching a hands free orgasm when he heard her say hello to someone. She didn't stop him so he didn't know if there was actually someone there. However, the same older couple had returned from their walk and were standing there watching the display. He was obviously excited looking at his wife's nipples as you could see his erection between his legs. His wife's nipples were making holes through the fabric of her bathing suit.

He stood, waved, reached for his wife's hand and together they started to walk back the way they came. Who would cover up first? Neither one wanted to lose face to the other so they walked along hand in hand stealing glances as they went. They didn't encounter anyone else on the beach although the older couple obviously were watching them from behind.

As they approached home they realized they were being watched by their neighbours who were still sitting in their cabana. Neither one said a word as they approached. He waved to the neighbours and proceeded up to their own spot. She wouldn't let him win so she didn't try to cover up. After all men had more to show when naked and she was proud of what hung between his legs.

They sat down on the chaise to rest. He reached over to cup her breast then let his hand slip down to find her pussy. He inserted a finger into her pussy while his thumb found her clit. She had opened her legs readily and a low moan escaped from her lips. They had never fucked in public before but stopping was not on their minds. She stroked his erection before both lay back, reversing positions so both could orally please the other. The neighbours be damned. They could watch if they wanted to. Nothing was going to stop them.

Hungrily they sucked, kissed and played with each other. No longer was this a game. Both of them wanted to fuck and they weren't going to stop. He reversed his position as she rolled onto her back her legs falling open to receive his cock. He entered her feeling the walls of her pussy squeeze the length of his penis. He started pumping into her with all the abandon of a teenager.

She suddenly pushed him away from her. She rolled over onto to her knees to expose her butt and pussy to him. He was spellbound by the site of her ass in the air, her rosebud giving way to the moist glistening lips of her pussy. She was waiting for his cock. 

Before starting to fuck he couldn't resist once more going down on her. He started at the small of her back, lingering at her asshole before inserting his tongue between the lips of her pussy. The taste drove him wild with excitement. He sucked hard to get all of her essence before kneeling behind her and inserting his erection into her waiting pussy.

She moaned and reached back between her legs to stroke his balls. He reached forward to cup each breast, the nipples burning holes in the palms of his hands. There was no stopping now. He thrust repeatedly against her, his balls slapping up against her thighs. He felt his orgasm building. Her moans escaping from her lips told him that she was close to her own orgasm. Suddenly orgasm racked both their bodies. Her pussy clasped his penis to draw out every bit of cum. Electricity ran up and down their bodies before they collapsed side by side on the chaise.

After coming down from that high they remembered that they weren't alone. They looked over to see if their neighbours were still there. They were in their own grips of sexual pleasure. Now they could be the voyeurs. They lay back to watch the show.



The Beach



So, a little change of pace with this particular audio.  This one is all on the sweet side.

Light some candles, grab a glass of wine, and unwind on the beach with me...

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The Beach



It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city.

I decided I wanted to get out and go exploring. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, I was just looking to have a bit of fun.

I had recently bought a new pair of swim shorts from Walmart. These shorts were unbelievable, and I couldn't believe they were meant to be worn in public. They were more like lycra or spandex bike shorts than swim shorts. Making matters worse was that the material was light grey, enabling anyone to easily see the outline of whatever was in those shorts.

I put on those thin, tight, light grey swim shorts and put on another pair of normal shorts over top, so I could go out in public. I then got in my car and left my house in search of excitement.

I decided to go to the local beach. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was beating down. I had to assume there would be some scantily clad women on the beach for me to ogle. 

I arrived on the beach and was immediately hit by the most amazing site. I had to look twice, and even then I couldn't believe my eyes. 

A woman, who appeared to be in her mid fifties was lying on the beach by herself, on her back on a towel. She wore a white string bikini. She had massive breasts that were hanging down on either side of her body as she lied on her back. I love mature women and I love large breasts, and I love women who are not scared to show themselves. I had a hat-trick with this woman in-front of me. The icing on the cake was that she was lying by herself with nobody around her.

She was still a good distance away from me, and to be honest I was assuming a great deal of what I thought I saw. I had to get closer to get a better look at what really was lying there.

As I approached her realized this was one going to be of the most special days in my entire life. Not only did all my previous descriptions of her hold true at this closer distance, but she had something else that was very taboo, and very erotic to me.  

Clearly emanating from the edge of her bikini bottom was strands of pubic hair. That's right.. the hair was coming out of the edges of the bikini bottom for everyone to see. I couldn't believe that a rational woman would go out in public like that. It was utterly unheard of for anyone to show pubic hair in public, as she did clearly was doing unabashed, and the reasons for her doing so instantly took hold of my mind. 

Was she crazy? I certainly hoped so. If she was crazy enough to wear this little bikini, and show off her pubic hair, she was liable to do anything. The thought intoxicated me and my heart beat hard in my chest.

As I quickly spread out my blanket out beside her and sat down on my blanket. She looked up at me and studied who was taking up a spot beside her.

I didn't want to let her drift back to sleep, so I used her momentary attention on me to show her I wanted to talk with her. 

My mouth was dry from anxiety and sexual excitement and I could only manage a "hi".

She politely said "hi" in return, which didn't give me any information to figure out this woman. I knew I had to force myself to engage her more.

"It's a beautiful day to lie on the beach, isn't it?" I asked.

"It sure is", she said in reply.

She was a woman of few words, so I knew I had to keep the conversation going. I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass my by.

Speaking of opportunities... at that specific moment in time I had her attention, and I had the opportunity to proudly display those special shorts I had on under my normal shorts. 

I quickly took off my top then slid off my normal shorts to reveal the ultra thin, tight, light grey material of my swim shorts. She looked right at them. The combination of her diverting her gaze down to my shorts, the excitement from the taboo of her pubic hair, those huge amazing boobs of hers, and the exhibitionism of displaying myself to her in those shorts were all to much for me... I instantly developed a boner. There was no stopping it, and she saw it instantly grow into a hard rigid pole. Amazement registered on her face, which sent a lightning bold of eroticism through me. I was buzzing so much from the anxiety and excitement that I thought I was going to pass out.

I was there to tease my fantasy and not to get into trouble or display myself as a pervert, so I brought my knee up and leaned over to my side to hide my boner and face her at the same time.

The thin, stretchy material of the shorts were straining against my boner. As I lied on my side, the knee that I was using to hide the boner, pressed against it making it throb. I could feel pre-cum oozing out of the head of my hard cock and I couldn't believe all that was happing in-front of this woman. It was my hope that she was as crazy as her hygiene indicated, and that my obvious excitement, even if I was trying to hide it, didn't frighten her, or scare her off.

She had a book lying on her towel, so I used that as a conversation starter. "Is your book any good? What is it about?" I asked. She looked down toward her book and as she did that I took a look at the rest of her body. 

As I lied on my side beside her I had the best view of her I had had yet. I saw that she had course black hairs over her legs. Her legs were not hairy, and they weren't repulsive, but there was clearly black hairs on her legs. The amount of hair on her legs was the perfect balance that would not repulse me on one hand, but would stoke my excitement from the taboo of it. Just like the pubic hair coming out the side of her bikini bottom, this leg hair was unacceptable in todays society where I lived and her brazen disregard for norms poured fuel on the fire of my excitement.

She clearly wasn't from Europe from her lack of an accent, and even if she was originally from Europe it was clear that she had lived in this area for most of her life. 

Therefore the different norms of Europe couldn't have been her reason for her public display of hair. The other reasons could be craziness, or that she was just a rebel and didn't care. The thought of those two reasons reasons sent me spiraling down the point of no return. I had to talk to her more. I needed to. Her massive boobs which hung apart from each other in a pendulous shape in that white bikini top, and that pubic and leg hair on display was driving me to the point of having an orgasm right there beside her. 

She had finished telling me about her book, but I truly had no idea what she had just said to me. How could I? I was transfixed in a catatonic trance.

"What are you up to today?" I asked

"Well I'm going to go home, have dinner and a shower and go to a singles dance tonight". She told me exactly where the dance was going to be and the opportunity that presented to me hit me like a ton of bricks.

She was significantly older that I was, and the men her age that were going to be at that dance would be no competition for me. Not only would I be much younger than them, I would be in better shape than them. I am in very good physical condition from dedication to exercise and health, and I knew if I were to dress up and show up at the dance, she'd recognize me and dance with me. I'd have no doubt that could happen. The thought of the opportunity before me took hold of me and brought me to the highest point of sexual anxiety and excitement I had ever been in; ever. I could feel my cock pulsating and all I wanted to do was have the release of ejaculation right then and there.

I knew in that instant that if I went to that dance, I'd be able to dance with her and show her a good time, and loosen her up with some alcohol. I knew she was carefree, single and looking for someone, and I knew I could have her. I knew I could get close while dancing, tell her what she wants to hear. Tell her that she is beautiful, and that any guy in there would be lucky to be with her. I'd feel those massive breasts on my chest as we danced together, and she'd feel my hard cock on her leg. I'd talk seductively in her ear and offer her a gentle kiss. I'd suggest leaving the bar and I know she'd leave with me. 

I realized I had not said anything to her for that split second because I had all those thoughts running my head.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was so incredibly horny not only by seeing her voluptuous breasts and that exposed pubic and leg hair. I knew I could pursue it. I knew I could do it. I knew I could fulfill my fantasy. 

I also realized that my intention had always been just to tease my fantasy. I knew I could never have my fantasy because I am married. I had always meant to sit down, read, and talk with another person for a few minutes to give myself a snippet of what I truly wanted. I knew that this was the moment at which I needed to bid her a farewell and leave, keeping with me the memory of our interaction and the fantasy which I'd develop from our meeting. 



The Beach



This is from last year; something that lead to an even more deeply erotic encounter that I will never ever forget as long as I live. I am sitting on my towel on a beach in Cannes with my fiance. It is hot, but a cool breeze flutters in from the Mediterranean Sea. I am in these dark blue bikini shorts and a matching top. I am admiring my own legs; yes I am vein, and big headed, and big busted. Well, I'm a C-cup – not huge boobs I guess but they look bigger because I'm quite petite: ribs and waist that in comparison make my breasts look fuller. Anyway, I am letting the sun wash over me – it's lovely. Then I am wondering if I should go topless. It wouldn't usually be a dilemma but my fiance's friend Neil is staying with us for a couple of nights. He is swimming a short distance away. I know James won't mind. A few girls nearby are just in their bottoms. There's one woman in this little blue beach skirt nearby who James has been discretely eying for the past ten minutes. I think, okay, to hell with it – and I unhook my top. 

It feels so sweet to have the air on my boobs; to be young; beautiful; to be a fair Indian girl with thick, straight, shining black hair and dark eyes, large round nipples, and not embarrassed to show off. 

Neil comes out of the water – and his eyes nearly come out of his head. It's so funny, he actually stops in his sandy tracks and stares for a moment, eyes glued to my naked upper body. 

'Meena. Wow.' He can't say anything else.

'Alright, Neil,' James says, 'just be natural. It's perfectly normal for women to be topless on the beach.'

'Yeah I know but...wow...you are a lucky guy, James. You're beautiful Meena.'

'Thank you. Now sit down and shut up.'

'Such gorgeous...' Neil wants to says tits or breasts but he hesitates; 'So nice,' he says.

We carry on as before. Neil chats as per normal but his eyes keep not-so-furtively popping down to make the most of my topless state. To get his fill. A guy comes round selling little cold glasses of wine and beer. We drink some cool white wine and my head feels light. As we banter I start to feel aroused. I like exhibitionism. I like how I look and how I feel. It's funny – what is taboo indoors is perfectly fine on a beach. Although once I did show my boobs to two boys playing strip poker. But that's another story. So I feel horny, but I also feel rather frustrated. The boys go for a swim – to cool off maybe

I wriggle a little in my shorts and as I move I feel my clit getting a little stimulated. I have butterflies. I close my eyes and have a little fantasy. I squirm a bit more in my little shorts. Oh, mmm. I wish that James would kiss my neck and my mouth, and I wish Neil would simultaneously kiss my tummy, my thighs. Oh god, I wish this were on a private beach. I feel suddenly very, very hot. I arch my back and lean back on my palms, imagining Neil teasing down my shorts, both boys now with hands on my legs; one either side of me, slowly sliding towards me, my shorts peeled off, they are kissing my legs, thighs, working their way up like good little puppies, spreading my thighs open, eager, panting. I start panting myself. I feel their hardness on my leg – both their cocks moving up towards me, their pre-cum I can feel on my leg, or so I imagine. My eyes are still closed. My mouth is open. Their mouths move up my body. There is a breast for each of them to kiss and suck. I moan. Has anyone ever had their breasts kissed by two boys at the same time? It feels lovely. Both boys kiss my neck, then one kisses me open-mouthed. Where is the other mouth? Whose is it? Oh my gosh, oh wow - it's between my legs – oh, ah, tongue licking my pussy lips, flicking, fucking, pushing inside. I want it. I open my eyes. Gosh - I MUST BEHAVE, be calm. I am all flush and rosy. Neil and James have returned from their swim. They are looking at me in a curious way. My skin is reddened - and not just from the sunshine; my chest is engorged, my big nipples hard. The boys too, I am sure of it, are rock hard because both are lying on their tummies in front of me. They see the change in my chest; my face. Shy. I feel wet. I am breathing quickly. The only thing for it is a cooling swim.

But later, I wonder if something will happen...

Later something does happen.



The Beach



The beach was nearly deserted on this early October morning. I hiked about 15 miles on the beach and occasionally walked among the dunes. As the morning became afternoon, the sun became unseasonably warm.

I sat down in warm sand and set my pack down with sweat pouring off me. I removed my now soggy tee shirt and felt the sun on my back. There was a nice tidal pool at the shoreline that was fed by small wavelets rushing to the shore. It looked like a great place for a swim. Not seeing another person around for miles I decided to peel off my sweat damp hiking shorts. It felt wonderfully exhilarating and refreshing to be nude in the open air; something I hadn't done for a long time. I slowly waded into the tidal pool to about waist deep and swam around in the cool water for quite some time.

After coming out of the water I spread my blanket from my knapsack onto the sand and laid nude in the warm sun, falling asleep after a short while.

I was awakened by the sound of someone swimming. Startled I wrapped my towel around my waist and sat up.

The swimmer was approaching the shore near me. Reaching shallow enough water, he started wading towards shore. He was an older man, about 55 to 60 years old with white and gray hair, and was smiling at me and waved to me. I nervously waved back, hoping he hadn't seen me naked. 

As he waded towards shore, he appeared to be quite tall and very lean, almost skinny. He was now in waist deep water. The water receded until the next wave came in I noticed that he too was very obviously nude as his penis was quickly exposed and then submerged again in the water. It looked to be a very large and quite thick member he was sporting. 

I thought back 25 years to my college roommate who was also amply endowed, but not quite this big, and the fun we had discovering our bisexuality over our 4 years together. That was my only other foray into man on man sex. But seeing this man coming out of the water caused my cock to stir.

He was tall, probably 6 ½ feet tall with a slender swimmers body.

Still smiling he approached me and greeted me with "Hi!".

"Hullo." I returned nervously.

"I'm Steve, its a beautiful day isn't it?" said the hung swimmer. Looking to the sky as he stood next to my blanket.

Glancing up, I couldn't help but notice his big cock dripping with salt water. His balls were drawn up against his body, courtesy of the cold sea water.

"Uh...It certainly is... My name is Jon." I stammered.

"Do you come here often?' he inquired.

"This is my first time. I hiked from about 15 miles to the west to stretch my legs and get a little exercise. How about you?" I answered.

"All the time! I have a house on the beach a few miles further east. This is a quite secluded stretch of beach so I always go au naturel! As I went for my swim I noticed you did too." he said with a grin looking at my towel."You needn't be so modest. You have a finely sculpted body. If I may say."

Standing up I removed my towel, freeing my semi-erect penis and blurted out, "Thanks".

"You can use this to dry off" and I proffered the towel to him which he accepted staring at me while he toweled off. His response spoke volumes as his huge cock swelled slightly.

After an awkward pause.

"So...what do you do Jon?" he inquired.

"I'm a chef. And you?"

"Cooking is so freeing, like being naked." He smiled still glancing at my body. "I do some writing." he answered.

"What kind of writing?" I asked.

"Stuff nobody buys! Books and articles; mostly science and science fiction."

"I love science fiction, what titles?"

"Stand off at Antares...for one." he replied.

With a look of astonishment and awe I blabbered out "Steve...You're Steve Cocker? I love your work!"

"Thanks but I'm just an old hack trying for something truly worthwhile."

"Now who's modest?" I retorted knowing all the many years this man has written and all the awards he has received.

"Why don't we go back to my blanket. I brought some wine and cheese and we can...talk." he said.

Intrigued, I collected my stuff as he watched me. I definitely saw his dick twitch when I gathered up my blanket and pack. When he helped me put my pack on my back I felt the massive head of his penis, as it bounced freely, brush against my bare hip. For the short duration of contact, I felt its heat and smoothness against my cool skin and it caused my cock to flutter. He smiled a sly smile at me which I nervously returned.

We walked about 300 or 400 yards to a tall dune and climbed over it into the swale. On the way, talking about a number of subjects, he was a fantastic conversationalist. We went through passages in some of the extensive back-dunes, some of which were quite high. He had been married before and went through a nasty divorce as I had. And told me that Steve Cocker was his pen name given to him by his ex-wife. "I can see where she came up with that name!" I said wryly. He smiled.

We rounded another dune and came to a quite sizable lean-to/ small cabin made of driftwood and various flotsam and jetsam that was built partially into the back of this high dune. There was even a floor of flat timbers, which he told me he had constructed on his numerous excursions here from various bits and pieces that washed up on the shore. The roof was finished off in plywood and dune grass and provided a nice retreat on days like today. There was a trunk and a table and chairs inside with a rug on the floor that made it very comfy. On the back wall there was a large raised sleeping platform with a number of blankets and cushions. 

"Here we are, my writers retreat, home sweet home away from home" he said with a touch of pride. I chuckled.

"Let me help you off with that" he said as he stood in back of me. When he slid the pack off my back that huge phallus brushed my ass. This time it was harder and even bigger than before.

When I turned to face him both of our now throbbing dicks spoke volumes that our mouths didn't need to utter. He pulled me closer and our cocks met. His massive manhood dwarfed mine in comparison. Bending his face to mine we kissed, tentatively at first, then our tongues encircled each other as our cocks had. This guy really knew how to kiss. It took my breath away. Being almost a foot taller than me I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. His long fingered hands found my ass and started kneading my muscular cheeks.

"Owwww!" I bleated, breaking our embrace.

"Looks like someones gotten sunburned!" he said inspecting my ass. He added "I have some oil that will fix that magnificent buttocks right up. Go and lay face down on the bed!"

"Yes, sir" I answered sarcastically.

I did as he told me, noticing how comfortable this "bed" was. I rested on my elbows and watched as he got the oil from the large trunk. 

He was a gangly man with long thin musculature made for running or biking, but he had almost no buttocks and was physically ordinary in most other ways. He had a kind face with slate blue gray eyes and a thin but full head of gray and white hair. Yet, I was transfixed. His penis was magnificent even hanging straight down. Perfectly formed with thick ropy veins bulging along its length. His balls were hanging lower now but were actually smaller than mine making his dick look that much bigger.

Having retrieved the oil, and also a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses. He returned to the bed noticing my lustful gaze. 

"They'll be plenty of time for that Jon!" he said smiling "But first things first."

He opened the bottle and poured 2 glasses as I hungrily watched the seductive motions of his cock. 

"Its a 2007 Penfields Bin 99 Shiraz, I hope you like." he said handing me the glass.

"I love the Aussie Shiraz'; warm and spicy!' I replied.

"Like you!" he added "Cheers!"

"Cheers, to a new friendship!"

"Oh...a friendship...and hopefully..." he retorted.

Putting down his glass he said "But first, lets take a look at those beautiful rosy cheeks of yours."

Pouring a little oil into his palms he spoke,"This oil was made by a chemist friend of mine from a number of natural oils and works wonders." His large hands met my buttocks flesh and slowly rubbed the oil into the sun sore skin and lingered. Each hand more than covered each orb of my sunburned gluteus maximus. It was now he who was transfixed. Working out for over 30 years has given me a muscular body. And as a number of ex-lovers have commented, a great looking ass and V-shaped back. As his slick palms then fingertips kneaded the oil in to my butt, the soreness subsided somewhat. His fingertip slowly traced the crack of my ass causing me a shiver, which made my ass wiggle. "Mmmmm...thats so nice!" he said lustfully. He leaned forward to kiss me and our tongues met once more, but as he leaned in that giant dong rested on my oil slicked ass crack. I tightened my butt muscles out of nervous response. It had been so long since I had done anything like this and never with manhood of this magnitude. He noticed.

Steve pulled back and looked into my eyes saying "I understand. This must be happening too quickly for you. I was just so entranced by your beautiful body. Please forgive me."

"No...no, please. Its just been so long since I've been in a relationship with a man, and I've never had sex with a cock the size of yours." I pleaded. "Its just so huge!...And beautiful."" 

"I understand." he answered. Smiling he added "It'll take some work fitting into that tight beautiful ass of yours."

"You'll have to retrain me." I coyly.

I turned and faced him and gave him a deep tongue kiss which he more than eagerly accepted. He pushed me back on to his makeshift mattress and grabbed my cock still locked in our kiss. His slick fingers sliding up and down my swollen shaft. I felt the flesh of his scrotum pressed against my hip and the head of his cock came to rest just under my chest. Breaking our kiss, Steve started kissing my chin, then tonguing from my chin he made his way to my chest where he licked then nibbled on my nipple which caused my cock to twitch in his expert hand. He chuckled. And flicked the nipple with his tongue continuing down my taut belly he lingered at my thick nest of pubic hair, taking in my aroma, never letting go of my straining cock.

Breaking contact he muttered "You smell so good! And you also have a beautiful cock!" he said as he continued pumping it with his fingers.

Then he grabbed my shaft and took the head of my penis into his mouth. His tongue swirled the flesh of my glans. My cock swelled even more to which he gave an approving "Mmmmm". He then took more cock, sliding his lips down the sensitive skin on the shaft of my cock. Its an electrifying feeling. This guy was an expert cocksucker! His tongue sliding on the underside as it entered his inviting mouth. All the while his slate blue eyes staring into mine. Until he finally had his nose buried in my nest of pubes. Now he sucked as he went back up, slowly. Never breaking eye contact. My cock spasmed and engorged more; filling his mouth with a tight seal. He went up and down my cock faster now, sucking as he went occasionally swirling his tongue on the crown and plunging all the way down. His free hand holding my ass so he could get more cock in his mouth, but one slick finger found its way to my anus. It actually was an amazing feeling as I felt the tip twirling around my asshole. His expert ministrations helped me to relax and the finger popped into my time tightened hole to the first knuckle. The first time in 25 years that anything took that route. His other hand grabbed my other buttock, inserting a finger from that hand as well. 

Through various animal grunts and semi-words my cock was now ready to blow and I told him so. 

He just held my ass tighter now with both hands and sucked harder pushing another finger on each hand as far as they could go up my tiny opening. I was quivering, sweating profusely and panting like a dog in heat. Pain...heat..then... That most intense pleasure a man can feel as he expertly found and played with my prostate. That was all it took. I started cumming and cumming with his fingers dancing on that magic spot. I held his head in place feeling the light covering of salt and pepper hair and grunting "Oh yeah ...oh yeah!" It felt like I came for hours, but was really about a minute or two. I felt happily spent and exhausted.

Still sucking, and with some of my cum dripping from his lips, he went up my cock and slid up the bed giving me a deep tongue kiss, feeding me a huge amount of my own cum while he still fingered my stretched sore asshole causing my slowly deflating cock to twitch. After getting over the initial shock I became eager to take more of the sex juice while relaxing my anal sphincter even more. I remember thinking, wow, I taste pretty good, among numerous other things. I then eagerly licked the remainder of my cum from his face. This seemed to re-energize me.

Still lip-locked, Steve withdrew his undulating oily fingers slowly, almost teasingly, from my pleasurably sore ass. They exited with a faint pop. He then broke our embrace to which I whimpered disappointingly. He got up and walked across the floor with his, now erect, gargantuan cock in all its glory sticking straight out from his body and flopping lustily from side to side.

"Don't worry lover, there's more where that came from!" he said cleaning his hands with a towel on the floor.

He then got his wine glass and lay back down next to me.

I got mine and we both took a drink.

Still panting and dripping with sweat I said "That was best orgasm I ever had" adding "Thank you."

Smiling he said "Its just a matter of getting back in the saddle again. You never forget how to ride."

I took another sip of Shiraz for confidence then set the glass back down.

I then started kissing his chest and nipples as he had done to me. My hands caressed his arms and chest playing with the sparse hair on his chest and teasing his small nipples, giving each a squeeze. Sending a quiver through him. His hands were now brushing through my hair.

From his stomach my finger traced circles down to his sparse pubic hair.

Still a little nervous and trembling, but very excited, my finger reached the tip of Steve's massive cock. He shuddered as I made contact and played with the slit. He was dripping a large amount of pre-cum. Looking into his eyes I slowly withdrew the finger and slid it into my mouth as I looked coyly into his eyes. "Yum!" I said. I could see the shaft and head were now a shade of light purple. It felt so smooth and very hot as my slick fingertip traveled the length of this mighty work of art. I stopped at his balls which were now tightening up again. I then took hold of as much of the cock as I could. My fingers only went halfway around the thick tube of flesh. On my knees now, I wrapped my other hand around it as well and started slowly pumping the huge phallus. Steve let out moans of pleasure. So I picked up the pace. His dick felt so hot and heavy in my small hands and the tip oozed more pre-cum. Its now or never I thought as I lowered my mouth to the huge cock I held in my hands. 

Sticking out my tongue I touched it to the slick slit and tasted fresh ooze which I greedily licked up. His cock twitched and felt like it grew some more. Steve was groaning even louder. He placed his hand on my ass which was up in there air so I could access his cock and played with my anus again.

I licked the humungous mushroom shaped cock-head until it was slick and clean. I now straddled Steve giving us both better access as I licked his bulbous head and he inserted another finger causing my cock to spring back to life. I then felt him pour oil into my crack. My tongue traveled down the length of his cock as Steve inserted a third finger into my now well-lubed ass. I licked back to the top and slid my lips over the mighty crown of his sceptre and was treated to more pre-cum. But the huge head was all that would fit in my mouth. As I continued to pump his saliva slicked shaft I sucked as much as I could. The feeling of his fingers in my ass and his cock in my mouth was so exciting. My cock was now back to full staff. He slowly withdrew his fingers from my nether regions with a slick sounding plop. Pulling 

his cock from my eager mouth he looked directly into my eyes saying "Is there something you want?"

A feeble "Yes" was all I could muster.

"And...what is that?" he asked slyly.

In an almost feminine voice and trembling, I said "Please fuck me Steve."

"Is that really what you want?"

"Yes, please take me with your huge cock... but go easy!"

With that he rolled me over and I spread my legs as wide as I could. He smacked my ass with his big cock a couple of times. Then rubbed the huge tip along the crack and smacked my ass again. He put the tip against my opening as his hands spread my cheeks and hole open as wide as possible to accommodate the massive fleshy intruder.

I felt the tip starting to enter and was trembling as he tried pushing a little harder. Slowly my anus yielded a little more of the hot poker entering into my tight nether regions. I was sweating again and panting as Steve insinuated more. Pain...burning... Yet he pushed harder. More heat. Sweat dripping. Grunts, his and mine. My sphincter finally opened and the head popped in. Both of us dripping with sweat, Steve continued feeding more cock into my tihy tunnel. Then it happened. The huge throbbing head found my prostate pushing on it. "Mmmm...ungh...." were all that could pass my lips as he pushed more into me. The pain once again turned to an intense pleasure. Sweat drenched and quivering around his beefy shaft I blurted out "You're so HUGE! I love that cock! Feels...so fucking good!" Slowly my sheath widened enough to accommodate almost all his mighty sword. He puled back slowly almost to the tip of his huge cock. Then plunged back in again. He was holding my cock in his hand. 

"Ummmhg...you're so tight. I love your ass." was all he could say. He then started pumping in and out faster and I sarted meeting his thrusts. 

"Fuck me with that huge cock!" I implored.

With the next plunge he fully entered me down to his balls.

"Are you my little bitch?" he asked through clinched teeth.

"Love that cock!" was what I answered.

"ARE YOU MY BITCH???" he demanded.

Demurely I answered "Yes"

He pulled entirely out and smacked my sore ass with the hard phallus "Yes, WHAT?"

"Yes sir, I am your bitch." With that he plunged in and out, in and out, so many times.

If it was possible his cock swelled even more, and as the head slid past my prostate one final time I shot more cum into his waiting hand as I felt him explode in my sore anal passage. 

He fed me my cum, which I eagerly accepted. He pulled my face to his and we kissed as his cock was still filling me with his semen. 

After about 5 minutes he deflated and pulled his hefty cock out of my now oozing ass with a sloppy sound. Falling to my side he slid a finger into my crack and retrieved some of his cum and fed me. I licked his fingers clean as he cleaned his cum from my ass.

"Well you're not just my bitch, you're a cock whore to boot!"

"Just you're little cock whore."

"I'm a lucky man!" he said.

Me too I thought.



The Beach



It was a hot day, the sun blazed brightly. We had a day off together, the first one in ages, just the two of us.

We'd decided the day before to try something new. You loved sunbathing, lying baking in the sun in a small top and skirt or even better your swimsuit, the sun's heat warming your sexy curves. Once when we'd gone out for dinner I'd dared you to wear a short skirt and no underwear. At first you'd said no, but after a little persuasion and a couple of glasses of wine you agreed. I had barely eaten anything having constantly thought about some stranger being able to see up your skirt if sat at the right distance, so much so that I'd had my fingers in your wet pussy in the taxi on the way home and fucked you hard the minute we walked through the front door. Well this time I thought I'd see if you would take it a step further, I suggested we went to sunbath on a nudist beach.

Now I understood that I too would have to be naked, but the thought of you lying naked with your glorious tits and luscious thighs on show for everyone to see was worth it.

We'd gone reasonably early in order to make the most of the day and to get a good pitch. When we got there the beach wasn't busy, and the sand was already warm under foot. We found a spot away from other sunbathers and set out our towels. This was it. We looked round, nobody watching, we looked at each other slightly nervously, so I decided to go first to reassure you. I took off my t-shirt and got out the sun cream. Having covered myself I passed it to you while I took one final look around and took off my shorts. I lay on one of the towels on my side watching you cover yourself with the sun cream. You hadn't yet taken off your swimming costume and I could tell you were nervous. 

My concentration was broken as someone strolled passed, apparently taking no notice of us. I looked back at you and you were blushing, clearly at the thought of being totally naked in public. I suggested that maybe you'd be more comfortable lying down before taking your costume off to which you agreed. As we lay there a couple walked passed and nodded good day. This time both of us were blushing in the realisation that everyone else was naked too! We tried not to, but could help but look at the naked bodies as they walked past, her tits gently bouncing and his surprisingly large flaccid cock swaying as he walked.

We were alone again. With no one around to see you took a breath and peeled off your swimming costume. Neither of us could believe it, but here we were naked in public for all to see. We looked round almost looking for reassurance, yes we were alone, no one else around us. Slightly nervously we got comfortable. I lay on my side facing you and you lay on your front, your beautifully curved arse pointing to the sun. We got out our books and settled in for some sunbathing.

After an uneventful hour or so, and the sun getting higher and hotter you decided it was time to turn over to even out the tan. I looked round, there was another couple a little way off, but no one close by. I reassured you, offered to reapply some sun cream to your firm breasts (which you politely said no to!), and with that you turned over, being careful to keep your legs together.

I couldn't take my eyes off you. Here you were lying on the beach totally naked in public. I was desperate to squeeze your perfect breasts, while your carefully trimmed pubic hair hinted at more! I suddenly realised my cock was starting to go hard so lay back and distracted myself with my book. We lay reading for some time, so engrossed in our books we became less and less aware of our nakedness and started to relax.

The beach got busier, but not so busy that we had people right next to us. Occasionally I'd have a look around, and I knew you did too, even though you were wearing your sunglasses. There were couples of all ages, some meeting friends, apparently completely relaxed and oblivious of being naked. This only lessened our nervousness as we realised nobody was interested in looking at us or anyone else for that matter. If fact so relaxed had you become that you hadn't noticed that you had bent your left leg, knee in the air and foot on the warm sand, and your right leg was slightly bent. Lying next to you on your left meant I had no idea how much if any or your pussy was exposed. I pointed it out to you to which you simply lifted your head slightly to take a look and shrugged your shoulders. I couldn't believe how relaxed you had become about this. To be honest I think I was now the most nervous of the two of us.

We read some more, and it wasn't until a little later that I noticed two young guys had set up a little way in front of us. It must have been the middle of the day and the beach had gotten a little busier, but certainly not overcrowded. You were engrossed in your book, and had shifted your body a little, opening you legs a little wider. I thought nothing more of it and went back to my book.

A little while later I looked up through my sunglasses and noticed one of the guys in front of us staring in our direction. I looked behind us to see what he was looking at, but there was nothing and no one. I turned back round and he was still looking. He clearly hadn't noticed I was watching him, but I couldn't work out what he was looking at. I looked round to you to tell you and as I did so realised you had now absentmindedly bent both your legs and were resting your knees against each other. I suddenly realised that the position the young guy was in and with your legs bent like this gave the guy a very clear and direct line of sight to your tight, trimmed pussy. 

I could only imagine his view and instantly my cock started to stiffen. I thought I had better tell you that you had everything on show and that you had a spectator so I leaned down to whisper in your ear. As I told you didn't move and started to blush. I expected you to lower your legs, but you just stayed frozen. I couldn't work out if it was shock or fear, and as I leant in again to reassure you did something completely unexpected, you moved your knees apart and spread your legs wider!

I couldn't believe it, and neither apparently could your audience. You didn't even flinch, didn't look up, didn't even put you book down. The only thing which showed you knew what you were doing was your red cheeks. I looked you up and down, your sexy body warmed by the sun. I desperately wanted to touch your soft nipples and squeeze your tits. I looked back at the guy, his staring only further intensified, I could now imagine what he could see. He tapped his friend on the shoulder and pointed in our direction. His friend turned over, and the look of surprise on his face was priceless. They both clearly looked after themselves, and I noticed they both were now both lying on their sides clearly trying to mask something!

I leant in to tell you that they were both now watching. As I did so your breathing shallowed and your nipples became erect. You were apparently enjoying this, and I imagined how wet your pussy was getting and that the guys would be able to see. I decided to take a chance and leant across to squeeze your tits. You didn't say or do anything. I continued to squeeze and stroke them and looked back at the two young guys. I could now clearly see their erections, one about the same size as me, and the other larger both in length and width. As I continued to squeeze your tits I described what I could see as you still hadn't lifted your head to look.

First I described the guy on the left, brown hair, early thirties I guessed, well-toned, and well hung apparently, his friend the same sort of age but blond. As I watched them in order to describe them to you I realised that they were both stroking their erect cocks. I immediately told you and you gasped. And then you did something I really didn't expect, you reached down with your right hand, spread your legs wider and started to stroke your pussy. I couldn't believe what was happening, you were lying stark naked on a public beach masturbating while I squeezed your firm breasts and played with your erect nipples, all while two young guys wanked their stiff cocks while watching the site in front of them.

My cock was fully erect and I brushed it against your thigh as I watched you stroking your clitoris. Your breathing was getting shallower and I wanted to slide my finger inside you, but instead looked back to the guys. They were clearly enjoying the show you were giving them as they were stroking their cocks faster now. I told you they probably wouldn't last much longer faced with the glorious sight of you stroking your very wet pussy. With that you took off your sunglasses and lifted your head to see them. You spread your legs still wider, and began rubbing your pussy faster. You reached down for my cock with your left hand and started rubbing it, completely overcome by the moment. You watched the two guys rubbing their cocks as your own rubbing got quicker and quicker. Suddenly there was a moan from in front of us as one of the guys came all over his towel. The guy with the larger thicker cock looked you straight in the eye and rubbed the tip of his wet cock as you came close to climax. You rubbed my cock faster and faster as his guy closed his eyes, and you watched his large cock spurt cum, load after load. 

His moaning set you off as you threw your head back on the sand and started to shudder to orgasm. You let out a long moan as you did, letting go of my cock which I immediately started stroking. I took advantage of the moment and leaned down and licked your nipple as your orgasm subsided. You slowly looked me in the eyes as I finally started to climax. You told me to slide my finger inside you; I couldn't believe how wet you were which sent me over the edge and I came all over you.

You glanced at the guys to see if they were still watching. They were. You suddenly became self-conscious and removed my fingers from your tight wet cunt and closed your legs. I suggested it was time to leave, I was desperate to fuck you...



The Beach



I loved this part of the Oregon coastline and this particular secluded beach. It was a hard three mile hike to get there. That was the good part about it. That's why it was so secluded. To hike the hidden trail, you had to wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt with boots or you would be bloody by the trails end. One also had to have a pair of hand clippers to cut the gorse and blackberries along with other brush just to keep the trail clear so you could hike it. 

I was on my way there now, almost to the State Park where there was safe parking available for a small fee. At least I didn't have to worry about the car while I was hiking. I had been coming here for the last three years to get away from the firm. It had become my escape away from the crap I had to put up with. I was the junior partner and got the shitty work. I was good at the work I did. I just got tired of some of the clients trying to grope me and get into my pants. I had just offed the last client that tried to grope me with a knee to the groin. I laid him out on the conference room floor gasping for air, the senior partner watching as I did it. Problem was, the guy was supposed to be one of the "good citizen town father type." Really, he was just a jerk. I was told to leave. The Firm would take care of it. 

I being a natural blue eyed blonde with a petite figure didn't help. I guess it was the dumb blonde image that was the problem. I was anything but a dumb blonde. When I got home I changed my hair color to light brown. I was through being a blonde for a while. Still, I resented the fact I did this. 

With my good looks and great body, I had no trouble getting dates and was told often I could be a model possibly a high paid one if I wanted. I found I could get any guy I wanted with just a teasing smile. I was careful with whom I teased though. 

I considered myself lucky to have found this hidden treasure. If I hadn't overheard some high school kids talking about it and their getting everyone together to do the trail maintenance, I wouldn't have known about it. As it was, I talked them in to letting me join them. Most weren't too keen on me going or even knowing about the place. I was an adult and adults weren't wanted on their private beach. I got the idea early on the only reason I was "invited" along was several of the guys thought they could get into my pants. That didn't happen.

That had been a rough day. That first day on the trail. I worked up a few blisters on my hands with all the brush clipping. I didn't have the gloves that I now have. The trail had been in sad shape not being maintained all winter. The kids took it in stride though and had fun while I was miserable. When we reached the end of the worst part of the trail on the bluff above the beach my blistered hands were forgotten. The view was spectacular, the beach below serene and devoid of all human life. The draw we had to work our way down through wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. The trail that had been cut was still in good shape. When we hit the beach, the girls and guys stripped down to their swim suits and went to play. 

I on the other hand stripped down to my string bikini and went exploring. A couple of the guys stuck with me, the same two that thought I would put out. I suppose what I was wearing was too revealing. I knew it had been a mistake when the two kept trying to distract me enough to untie the strings. Working together to distract me they had the bows on each side untied. I was glad I had tied double knots otherwise I would have lost my bottoms. They laughing joked about it. 

When I finally got it across to them I would not put out, one left. Jerry stuck with me. I thought he was just being nice and helped me explore, showing me places he knew about, like the hidden bench just above the high tide mark where one could set up a small tent that would be hidden from the beach and unseen from the bluff above. Later when we went to lay on the beach with the rest of the group he spread a towel for me to lay on. He lay beside me and we chatted for a while until I dozed off. It wasn't for but a few seconds but I awoke with a start when I felt the knot on his side come loose and his fingers slide under the small patch of fabric. I slapped his hand away and quickly retied the knot while cussing him out. At the time he really pissed me off. It was a good thing we were there for only the day. Who knows what would have happened if we had spent the night. 

Thinking about all of this put a smile on my face. I wondered what all those kids were doing now. I rarely saw the same ones on my last trips here. I wondered what they were doing now. Most of them should be graduating and going out on the world on their own. Jerry had been persistent that first time and several more of the times after that when I ran into him and his friends on this beach. He was a nice looking kid and got better looking as he got older but still too young for me. I was not in any position to have my reputation ruined messing around with younger guys. The last time I was camping the group showed up for the night and spent the night having a sexual orgy on the beach. Watching the activity got me more aroused than I had ever been but I never gave in to the lusting. I wanted to but I settled for just my fingers. I learned from those times to be more conservative in my choice of swimwear or bikinis. 

The parking lot only had a few cars when I arrived. It was still early and after I unpacked the car and got my equipment together in my pack, I started down the trail. The first part was the Pacific Coast Trail that was in good shape. It was knowing where one left it. That was when the work began. You had to know just where to leave the trail or you would miss the beach trail all together. I found the spot and left the main trail and quickly found the beach trail. It looked to be in fair shape. I had no difficulty following it and arrived at my destination on the bluff earlier than I thought I would. I had to do a little brush cutting but again it was not as bad as I expected. The beach seemed to be empty as near as I could tell. I made my way down to the beach and found no indication of anyone being there today or the last several days. No tracks in the sand, no nothing. Just an empty beach. Peace and quiet with just the sounds of the surf. Heaven found as far as I was concerned. I headed to the bench where I set up camp by putting up my small tent. It was a small camouflaged mosquito tent with fly and I quickly stripped down to my string bikini. I would have stripped down to nothing but it was still too early in the day. Someone could still show up. As long as I was on the beach where I could be seen, I would wear my bikini. However when I hid among the driftwood and rocks to sun, the bikini would come off. I loved the feeling of being nude, sunning myself and walking nude on the beach. Playing in the surf was even better nude. All of that would come later when I knew I was alone. 

I have been to nude beaches in Europe and Rio. There is nothing like them here in the States. There you can show off your body and no one would make a big deal about it. The beaches were covered with beautiful bodies. Here, men think you are nude because you want to fuck. If you told them to get lost, they would leer at you, and make crude comments. Not pleasant at all. My preferred dress at the beach is the classic bikini and variations of the string bikini with a wrap if I need it. My variations of the string is to shrink the front of the bikini while leaving the back alone. I don't like the back slipping into my crack. The other thing is to leave some things up to one's imagination. If you really want to show off those parts, go nude. 

I grabbed my beach towel and headed to where I could hide behind the drift wood and rocks while looking around at the beach and bluff. I saw no one. Working my way into the hidden sunny area I spread my towel and untied my biking top and bottom and lay back on my stomach to sun after putting on tanning lotion and sun screen. The day was warm and the roar of the serf lulled me into a light snooze. After a few minutes I awoke long enough to turn over onto my back. I reapplied lotion on my front, tweaking my nipples as I applied the lotion and then letting my hands linger across my tight flat stomach and mound. I hadn't shaved in several days and the golden patch was beginning to grow back. My hands went back to caress my flat stomach. 

I was thinking back to the time I had gotten pregnant. He had been an older married man with a disabled wife. I had seduced him on my many runs and had fallen in love with him. The pregnancy had been an unfortunate accident. The death of the baby's father and the miscarriage had been even worse. I lost them both, the father and the baby within weeks of each other. I didn't even get to feel or experience the swelling of my stomach. That had been the worst time of my life. My fingers started to go back to my mound and slip lower but I stopped and sighed. Not now I thought and lay back and again dozed off. 

I awaken when a cloud drifted across the sun and looked at my watch. It was getting late. I peeked over the driftwood and looked around the beach. It was empty. I jumped up grabbed my towel and bikini and climbed over the driftwood onto the beach where I could see the bluff and trail down to the beach. Still no one. Great, I thought aloud, it's getting a little late for beach goers and late hikers. I can get a run in down the beach and back. I had missed the run this morning and the gym this evening. I need a good hard run I told myself. I took pride in my slim tight body. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on me. I folded my towel and placed my bikini within one of the folds, placed it on a log and began to run down the beach. I ran all out, for about 100 yards and then turned to the water and started running down the beach through the waves. It was cold but felt good. At one time I waded out and let the waves wash over me. 

Chilled, I left the waves and ran across the sand and further down the beach. It was a small cove so I didn't go far. I ran back to the log where my towel was and picked it up deciding to carry it up the beach where a small stream flowed down from the bluff. I was surprised to see that someone had placed a pipe in the stream so water would flow out about head high. It was cold but refreshing to rinse off in. This was great. I could rinse off the sand and the salt from my skin. As I rinsed, I thought I would go to camp and get a bar of soap and come back and scrub down. In fact I would do that right now. I left my towel and bikini there and went to my tent and ran back. I hated to go to bed with the greasy feeling of the sun screen. This was an opportunity to get clean. I hadn't had this opportunity before when camping here. I soaped up and rinsed off. It felt so good to be clean. I picked up my towel and bikini and walked back to my tent. There was a light fog coming in and I knew the air would cool down even more.

I fixed a small bite to eat never dressing, letting the cool air dry me off. I loved the feeling of being nude and spent a lot of time at home that way. I fixed my bed which consisted of a self-inflating pad and two very small light weight down comforters. I never used a sleeping bag anymore. They are just too constricting and hot. Very constricting if one had a guest. In a way I wished I had a guest tonight. I felt that need. I was tired though and even when I laid down and my fingers went there to settle that need, the sounds of the night and the roar of the serf quickly lulled me to sleep before the job was done. Sometime during the night, not fully awake, I pulled the comforter over me. 

My sleep was deep and I awoke the next morning with the sound of dripping moisture from the heavy fog that condensed on the trees and shrubs that was hanging over the tent. I was sexually aroused. I had been dreaming of a guy I met while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail the year before. I had relived the time in my dream. I had left the trail to find this small lake to camp and had finished setting up my camp and stripped nude to bathe and had walked out a short distance into the lake. The water was extremely cold and I was having second thoughts about wading out to swim when a voice behind me on the shore said, "I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine." 

Startled I jerked around almost falling. There behind me was this skinny unshaven guy that had snuck up behind me.

"Who in the hell are you," I blurted out. I didn't even try to cover up. There was no way I could. I just stood there looking at him wondering what he was going to do.

"Like I said, I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine." 

Standing there I watched him drop his pack and proceed to strip. There was nothing I could do. He was blocking the easiest path to the shore. I would have to wade out further to get around some boulders that were blocking any other access to the shore. If I did that I would lose sight of him and in this case I wanted to keep an eye on him. I was defenseless standing in the water on slippery stones that were covering the bottom. I would need to get to shore if I were to put up any sort of defense. I had a 38 special in my pack and would have to be careful if I needed to go for it. Otherwise I would have to depend upon my self-defense training. So I stood there and watched him strip. Damn I thought to myself as he removed his shirt and dropped his jeans. There was not an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. The bulge that was starting to strain his shorts was growing. I silently gasp when he removed them also and let his cock spring free. I watched as it throbbed and flexed and grew fully hard as he bent down to his pack and removed a disk. 

"Look," he said as he flipped the disk in his hands and it expanded into a collapsible bucket. "Look a bucket, I meant what I said. I would wash your back if you wash mine. We can use the bucket to carry water to shore where we can soap down and rinse." 

I was looking directly at his throbbing cock when I answered. "What about that? That's not any part of washing my back or even washing yours." It wasn't deflating at all. 

"Well, it's not going to go away whatever we do."

I knew that. I just didn't know what I was going to do about it. I hadn't had sex in several months and my god it looked nice. He was above average by far. I knew it would be very hard for me to resist. 

"No need to be afraid of me, it's not going to go away. It hasn't had a woman in months and seeing someone as beautiful as you, I doubt if it will ever get soft again." 

"Well you had better go and take care of it or I won't get out of the water. A cold swim will probably take care of it."

"Laughing, you're probably right," he said as he dashed by me and dove into the water. 

I felt the heat from him as he went by and resisted touching him. I wasn't sure about any of this. The cold water would have an effect for only so long. 

Laughing, he stood up. "Look, it shrunk already." 

I turned and looked. Indeed it had but I knew it wouldn't be for long. I headed for shore. He followed. He was shivering as he stood beside me, not reaching to touch me or anything. I hadn't had time to put on anything and was still nude, as I handed him my towel that I should have wrapped up in. He was shivering so bad that in the cold shrunken state his cock was in it was not growing. I wondered for how long. 

"You need to cover up, put something on or it won't be long until I get hard again."

I had already picked up the bucket. I knew what I was going to do. "No, I'm going to do just what you said, I'm going to wash your back and let you wash mine." I walked to the water and filled up the bucket and came back. He cock had already started to harden as he watched me. He had a bar of soap in his hand. I splashed some water on his back as he turned away from me handing me the soap as he did. I soaped his back down and scrubbed hard. I was standing beside him as he leaned over a large bolder. His cock looked harder still. I was aching to touch it. It was all I could do to resist. I was growing wet, I could feel the sexual excitement building within me. I stopped what I was doing and said, "You finish washing, I'll go for your rinse water." I had to walk away before my resistance broke down. I took a discreet look back to see him jacking off with his soapy hands. I didn't want that to happen so I quickly filled up the bucket and came back. I interrupted him before he completed the job and helped rinse him down. The cold water didn't do anything to lessen his hardness. 

"Go fill the bucket, it's my turn." I watched him walk to the water, fill the bucket and come back. I thought doing that would disrupt his sexual excitement but he seemed harder still. I wondered how that could be. It should have deflated a little at least. As I leaned over the bolder he splashed water onto my back and started washing with the bar of soap. His hands felt good, strong and calloused. The hands of a hard worker, a laborer. He was no wimpy office worker. He had started washing by standing beside me but he moved around and stood behind me standing between my legs. The excitement was peaking within me. My nipples were hardened little buttons, moisture was dripping from my swollen pussy. Just the feel of his hands rubbing up and down my sides, across my back and hips was bringing me close to an orgasm. He moved in closer, standing between my legs and touching them with his. I spread them a litter further apart and bent over more when I felt his cock slip between my legs and through the slippery moisture dripping from me. I groaned when I thought he was going to enter me. At that moment I wanted him to. He had to know that. 

He pulled back. "OK, I'm done, you finish up. I'll get more water."

He walked away to get more water leaving me sexually frustrated. My resistance had broken, he had to know that when he slid his cock through my moisture and felt the slipperiness of my swollen lips. He could have slipped in easily. There would have been no resistance. I was swollen fully open ready to receive him. He came back. My slimy moisture glistened from the head of his cock down his shaft. 

He handed me the bucket. "Here, rinse." He picked up the towel and was holding it as I rinsed. When I was done, he handed me the towel. 

"Here, dry off and go put something on." 

"Are you going to put something on too?" I said back. I couldn't understand how he could say that and still remain so hard. I was more frustrated than ever. I started to reach out and grasp his hardness but he turned away. I walked to my tent and put on a pair of bikini panties and a t-shirt. It barely covered me. Meanwhile, he had put on a pair of shorts. The bulge showed he was still aroused but not fully hard. He sat on one of the boulders. 

"I'm Sara, what do I call you?"

"Kevin." 

"Tell me about yourself. Who are you and what do you do? Where are you from?" I wanted to engage him, keep him interested in me. Now that I truly wanted him. I wanted his hard cock inside me. No one I knew ever resisted me that way. I never had trouble getting laid. I was never refused. How could a guy be so hard, have his cock slipping in my wetness and walk away without entering and fucking me. I wanted to know. I wanted to get him in a position where he would not be able to stop. He wasn't very talkative. He did say he was a wild land fire fighter during the summer and going to school during the winter. He was taking the year off due to a bad broken leg and broken ribs from a car accident and this hiking was to help build up his strength. They wouldn't let him fight fires this summer. He did keep looking at me with what I think was lust in his eyes. His bulge never went completely down. I knew I had to get him in the right place, to trap him so he could not stop. 




The Beach



The mosquitoes were getting quite bad. I had been swiping at the buzzing around my face and exposed body for a short while. I was getting bitten. That's when the thought hit me. I knew where I could trap him, my small confined tent. I had to get him into my tent away from the mosquitos. There would barely be enough room for both of us, missionary at its best. 

"Kevin, the mosquitoes are getting bad. I'm getting bitten. You are too. Let's go to my tent." I walked to him and took his hand and pulled him up from the boulder he was sitting on. "Come on, follow me."

He followed and watched as I squatted down and unzipped the mosquito netting and crawled inside. He squatted down and followed me in. "Quick Kevin, zip up the door so no mosquitos get in." As he turned to do just that, I quickly slipped out of the t-shirt and slid down my panties and lay on my back spreading my legs so that when he turned back to me, he would be between them. I knew he knew what I had been planning for when he turned back, there was no hesitation. His hardness was straining to escape his shorts. When he saw me, he quickly slid them down letting it spring free. I could see he was fully hard, beautifully hard. My sexual excitement had never waned. My panties were wet when I slipped them off, my nipples were hardened buttons. I reached up to him as he leaned down over me on his hands and knees, his mouth hovering over mine. As we kissed, I felt the head of his cock probing, slipping between my swollen lips but hesitating at my opening, just slightly entering. I raised my hips and gyrated my pelvis only to have it slip in just a little more. I wrapped one leg around him to pull him to me but he held his position keeping just slightly in and never breaking the deep kiss. I finally broke the kiss by twisting my head away from him and while gasping for air, I whispered hoarsely, "Kevin, fuck me. I want you in deep."

"No babe," was his reply. "Not yet. There are other things I want to do first." I wondered what he meant by that as his mouth left mine and started wandering, kissing my neck just below my ears and wandering down to my breasts. He suckled on one of my hardened nipples as his fingers tweaked the other, his mouth and fingers frequently changing places. I groaned as waves of pleasure throbbed deep inside me. He soon tired of that and while tweaking both nipples with his fingers, his mouth wandered further down my chest to my flat stomach where he twirled his tongue around my belly button, his hands never leaving my breasts. Soon his mouth found its way further down as he started kissing my mound. I groaned louder as his lips and tongue found my swollen lips and he ran his tongue between them first down and then back up. When his tongue and lips settled upon my clit, he used his hands to spread my legs wider by placing his arms under my thighs and bringing my legs up onto his shoulders. He then spread my swollen lips wider with his fingers and attacked with vengeance. Sucking my swollen clit between his lips, I screamed with sudden pleasure as a hard orgasm overtook me. I wound my fingers through his hair holding his head and face against me as he kept up his attack on my clit through one orgasm after another until I was too weak to try to push his mouth away or even moan for him to stop and fuck me. 

When he moved his mouth back up to mine, my legs were still over his shoulders forcing my knees down between my head rocking my pussy up to meet him. As he kissed me, I could taste my own cum upon his lips. He positioned his cock at my opening and suddenly shoved in fast hard and deep. I weakly moaned from the deep hard thrust as the suddenness of it slightly hurt. His thrusts were hard fast and he kept it up for several minutes. I didn't know my body still had enough energy to respond but it did. The orgasm built and I came with him when he shoved in deep and held still as he unloaded gobs of cum. It was sheer pleasure as I came with him my body responding with deep orgasmic quivers sucking his sperm deeper inside me. With a moan, he lowered my legs to the ground and lay there upon me recovering, his hardness never waning. He was heavy and as I tried to push him off of me he started slowly thrusting bringing us both to another orgasm. Exhausted, after this orgasm, I fell asleep as he rolled off me. Still, during the night and not fully awakening, I felt him enter me several more times. 

We had spent the next two nights and three days hiking and fucking like rabbits when we stopped to rest and sleep. I had started out wearing shorts on the trail while hiking but gave that up for a skirt wrap that I usually wore with my bikini on the beaches minus the bikini or panties for that matter. As many times that he entered me on the trail, it wasn't worth the effort to have to remove anything. This wrap worked fine. All he had to do was lift it up and I was fully exposed to him. At first I tried to walk the trail with nothing covering my pussy but was almost surprised by a group that was hiking towards us. It was a good thing we heard them in time for me to cover up. 

I was saddened when we finally had to part. I had enjoyed the almost constant sex but I had to get back home to go to work. We parted where trails crossed and one of them dropped down to my pickup point where I knew one of my friends would pick me up. I was a little behind schedule and knew I would inconvenience her when I called. I knew I smelled a little strong from the constant sex and hiking and no place along the trail to clean up sufficiently so I was lucky the pickup point was a small community with available showers. I would have time to clean up. 

We had exchanged telephone numbers and e-mails when we parted but he had never gotten back to me. I had even tried to contact him and he never replied. I wondered why? 

My fingers had been doing their thing as I was thinking of Kevin and my body was soon convulsing in an orgasm. As my body calmed down, the heavy dripping from the trees above my tent startled me back to the reality of the morning. The morning was drippy and cool. Perfect for a hard run on the beach. I got up leaving the tent nude and headed down to the beach. I ran hard from one end of the cove to the other ending up under the stream flowing out of the pipe. I had worked up a sweat in spite of the cool air and washed under the cold water. Having no towel, I headed back to my tent to dry off. The sun was starting to peek through the fog. It appeared to be the start of a beautiful day. I got to camp and dried off and fixed something to eat. I started thinking about my dream and Kevin and wondered why he never called me or gotten back to me when I left him my messages. I finally decided he may not have been whom he said he was. Hell, he was probably married. With that I stopped thinking about him and started thinking about the day ahead of me. I wondered if I would be alone again today. I hoped so. It would be nice to have another whole day of being nude on the beach. Still, I would have to be careful and keep a bikini and wrap close by along with a towel. With the fog breaking up and sun showing through, I headed to the beach to lay in the sand. I took a book with me this time along with the necessities. 

I fixed a place where I could watch the bluff and trail and lay back to read. It was near noon when I saw movement along the bluff. Damn I thought, visitors to my private world. I dressed in my string bikini and waited to see who showed up. I could see it was a small group. As I watched the group climb down, I recognized two of them. The two that had tried to untie my bikini that first time. Jerry and his buddy, I think his name was Ben or Bobby. Any way their names didn't matter although now that I think about it they both had to be over 18. That gave me an idea. I quickly untied the double knots that held my bikini together and used a single bow knot on each side to tie it together. I sat back and waited for them to hit the beach. The sexual excitement was growing within me as I waved to them as they saw me. They came running over leaving the others behind. 

"Hi Jerry, Ben or is it Bobby?" 

"Bobby," as he corrected me.

"Hi Sara, Jerry stammered, "We saw your car parked at the lot yesterday and decided to come down today to see how you were. How are you? It's been a long time. You changed our hair color."

"Yes I did and it has been some time, how are you two doing? Are you out of school now for the summer and getting ready to go to College?" I was looking them both over and wondering if they would try anything this time. I notice them both looking at me, their eyes wandering over my body and looking at the small golden patch that was slightly visible at the top of my bikini right above my mound. Bobby was actually staring there. I noticed he was getting aroused, they both were. 

Jerry broke the awkward silence stammering, "Ah, yeah, I'm going to the University of California, Berkeley this fall. Bobby is going into the Army." Both their eyes never left my crotch. 

"Why don't you both shed your jeans and get into your suits. The rest of your group has already done that and are playing in the surf and heading this way." I was watching the rest of the group coming up behind them. It was a bunch of younger kids. "Quite a young group you brought with you Jerry."

"It was time to get a new group together to maintain the trail. Again you see a small group sworn to secrecy. Everyone agrees this is a secret place that we don't want anyone else to know about. You haven't told anyone have you?"

"No I haven't Jerry. I love this secluded place. It is perfect for spending time with someone you want to be alone with. Don't you and Bobby think so?" I was hoping they would take the bait and send the others away. The kids were getting an eye full, the young guys mostly. The girls were giggling amongst themselves and were pulling away on their own. The guys were googling me. I was getting a little uncomfortable. 

"Guys, the girls are heading to the water. Why don't you join them?" Jerry motioned them away.

I patted the towel on either side of me and told them to strip down their suits and join me. I needed someone to apply lotion to my back. They quickly striped down to their suits and sat beside me. I could tell they were surprised I asked them and were excited to do just that. Their excitement showed where it counted. I could see bulges starting. 

"So what have you two been doing?" I started the conversation to get them comfortable around me. To break the silence that had started after the others left. They proceeded to tell me about everything that had been going on with them since we saw each other last. They told me more than I wanted to know. I wasn't really interested in what they had been doing. They didn't tell me anything interesting like conquests. Just boring guy stuff. I watched the way they kept looking at me. They wanted me. They just didn't know how to go about it. They just couldn't get the subtle hints I was giving them that I wanted them. I was already wet in anticipation. I didn't want to be the one to untie my bikini. I wanted them to. 

I reached for the lotion. "Here Bobby, you apply this to my back and then hand it to Jerry so he can apply it to the back of my legs." I turned over onto my stomach not giving them time to reply. Bobby took it and let a small amount flow out of the bottle onto my back and started spreading it out and working it in. Jerry started on my legs just below my ass. I spread my legs a little when he worked his hands up to my thighs. I felt his fingers brush against the small piece of cloth between my legs. I knew he had to feel the moistness. Fingers lingered there and slowly moved back down my legs as he spread the lotion. I waited for them to finish. 

When they were done, I turned over onto my back. They had still made no attempt to untie my bikini. I was wondering what was wrong with these two. I squinted in the sunlight while looking at them. They were on their knees beside me, their cocks straining to be released from their confines but still no attempt. 

I sighed, thinking if they aren't going to do anything I might as well do things myself. I sat up, took the lotion and lathered up my neck, shoulders, chest, stomach and legs, taking my time and being as sensual as possible in the way I ran my hands over my body. Watching them all the while for a reaction, I then lay back while raising my hips and ran the fingers of both hands under the edges of the small patch of cloth covering my crotch and mound to adjust it, slightly raising it so they could get a peek of what was hiding underneath. I placed both arms above my head, closed my eyes pretending to doze and waited. I did not get the reaction I thought I would at the time.

They startled me when they both got up and walked a short distance away and whispered to each other, Jerry was very animated in waving his arms and hands. I watched with half closed eyes and strained to hear but the surf was too loud. I wondered what they talked about even though I had a good idea. I knew it had to be about me otherwise why get up and walk away to talk. I spread my legs a little wider and waited. I wondered what they were going to do. I was getting more and more aroused. I thought I was going to orgasm by just waiting. I pretended to doze off keeping my eyes just slightly slit open to watch. 

They soon came back and lay down on either side of me. Jerry was again on my right side with Bobby on my left. Jerry had found a feather and started to tickle it along my side and across my stomach to, see if I was dozing. A short time later, I felt a slight tugging at the bikini knot on my right side, Jerry's side. A short time later, there was the same tugging on the knot on my left side. I lay still pretending to be sleeping, waiting to see what would happen. It didn't take them long to untie the knots and lift the small patch of cloth up and off, dropping it between my legs. I was so turned on by that time I almost orgasmed. I knew I was swollen open as I usually get when I am so aroused. My labia swell and pull back exposing everything. I open up like a flower bud. I lay still, watching through slits still pretending to sleep. They both rose up and removed their trunks. 

Jerry quickly kneels between my legs and whispers to Bobby, "Get up by her head and hold down her arms and shoulders as we agreed. She may fights us." 

Bobby moved up and lightly grasp my hands as Jerry leaned down and slowly rubbed the head of his cock between my swollen lips and entered me. I groaned and pretended to resist a little as he pressed his weight down on me and Bobby held my hands down above my head. I didn't put up much resistance though and was soon groaning in pleasure as I raised my legs and wrapped them around him. He came too soon and rolled off me. Bobby took his place and brought both of us to orgasm at the same time. The two young studs took turns for the next several hours keeping me in a constant sexual bliss. A little later Jerry got up and put on his trunks and left for a while. Bobby said it was getting late and the rest of the group needed to go home. They, he and Jerry, were going to spend the night. We sat around nude engaging in small talk.

When Jerry came back we had the "discussion". Bobby sat beside me and listened quietly, never letting one if his hands leave my inner thigh, slowly playing in the moisture there, and keeping me sexually aroused as was he.

"Sara, why did you pretend to sleep and not let us know you wanted us to fuck you when we first came down onto the beach? Why all the pretense?" 

"I just wanted to see what you would do. I wanted the excitement to build. I wanted to see if you had the courage to untie the knots like you did before. I was hard on you before when you tried it. Then you were underage. It was different this time. This time I wanted you to do it. Bobby being here made it even more exciting. I didn't know if he would go along with trying to do it with you. Was I wrong to let it play out this way?"

"No, I just didn't know if it was OK. I thought you would think we were raping you and would fight us. I didn't know how you would react. If you would press charges against us being an attorney and all. You won't will you? I mean you wanted us didn't you? You were so hot and wet."

"No, I won't press charges and yes I did want you, Bobby too when I saw he was with you. What I didn't know about was the rest of your group. The way the young guys were leering at me made me uncomfortable. If they had stuck around, this would not have happened. You agree?"

"Yes, I thought of that when they were here. I didn't want them around either." 

I looked over at Bobby as his fingers brought me to a small orgasm. He was hard as a rock. Jerry had sat down across from me after removing his swim trunks and was getting hard. I took it upon myself to do something about Jerry and leaned down over him and took him into my mouth. I wanted to show him how much I wanted him. Bobby moved in behind me and entered me doggy. I loved this. I came in no time as he pumped into me. I love giving head and having someone fuck me from behind at the same time. I quivered in my release as Jerry came into my mouth. I swallowed all of him. Bobby soon followed with his own release into me. We collapsed in a heap and rested. The boys finally had had enough and needed to rest. I did too. 

It was getting dark when we finally moved from the heap. I went to walk the beach and was soon playing in the surf getting wet in the cold water. The Jerry soon joined me. I had never played in surf after dark and was having fun. Jerry was too. We soon were wrestling in the surf letting the waves wash over us. Jerry somehow managed to get hard in the cold water and entered me getting sand where sand was not supposed to be. I endured. That wasn't too hard to do, to endure the sex even with a little sand. When he got off and filled me, I figured it was time to go wash up. I needed to bathe so I walked up the beach to the water and showered, standing under the cold water until goose bumps covered me. Both the guys soon followed. 

We spent the night in my small tent that was barely big enough for two let alone the three of us. It didn't matter though. I spent the night on my back with the guys laying on their sides on either side of me. That is, one or the other was on top of me most of the night, the other lying beside me. I was feeling tired from a night of sexual bliss. I felt alive and sexually satisfied well almost satisfied. The constant night of sex didn't seem to effect the guys though. I guess they rested enough in the brief time the other was inside me. I on the other hand did not get a break, not that I am complaining. The sex was good. I know I probably slept through some of it. That was the shame of it, I would much rather been awake to enjoy it more. 

The guys were already up and nowhere around. They were probably on the beach I thought as I struggled awake. There was a cold puddle under me, under my butt. The comforter was sticking to me. I got up and looked at it. It was cum soaked, possibly ruined I thought. I would take it to the stream and rinse it out and leave it across a log or rock to dry. Maybe I could salvage it. My sleeping pad was gross too. I gathered them both and made for the stream of cold water to rinse off. I needed to bathe too so I took a bar of soap and my towel to dry with. I looked around for the guys as I walked up the beach but didn't see them. I wondered where they were.

They later joined me as I was drying off from washing. I had rinsed off my sleeping pad and washed my comforter and had them laying across a log to dry. 

"Where did you guys go?" I asked. 

"We just ran down the beach and went for a cold swim," Jerry replied. "It's going to be a beautiful day." Bobby was looking at me with lust. He was already growing hard. Jerry had a little rise too. I knew what to expect. 




The Beach



"Yes it is going to be a beautiful day," I said as I leaned back against the large log that I had the comforter and pad draped across. I spread my legs and motioned to Bobby to come to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up and sat me on the log. I wrapped my legs around him as he positioned himself and slowly slid his way inside me. I was surprised I was so wet and ready to receive him. I looked towards Jerry. He was rinsing off under the cold water while watching us. The cold water had no effect on his hardness. He was jacking off. I didn't want him to do that. 

I called out, "Jerry, come here and climb up on the log with me."

I indicated where I wanted him. He was on his knees beside me as I grasp him and guided him to my mouth. He slid in close as he could as I took him into my mouth and started giving head. Meanwhile, Bobby was thrusting away as hard as he could making me gasp each time he bottomed out. I had a hard time keeping up any rhythm on Jerry as I squirmed against Bobby's hard thrusts. Bobby was grunting loudly with each inward thrust and quickly came. I quivered in my released with him. Jerry came just seconds later and I almost choked with the quantity of cum as he filled my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough. A portion of his release escaped the side of my mouth and dripped onto the hardened nipple of one breast. I sucked hard and tried to take all of him as he drew back gasping I was too rough. More cum jettisoned onto my face and chest as the last spurts escaped his cock. Bobby was holding me against the log while still inside me as I smiled at them both and rubbed Jerry's cum over my breasts. As Bobby withdrew from me, I captured his escaping cum with one hand and added it to the mix across my chest. 

"Boys, this has been the best time I have had on this beach. How long are you going to be able to stay?" I wanted to know. I had to go back to work tomorrow and hoped they would be able to stay another night.

"We both need to be back to town this afternoon. We have to leave by noon," Bobby replied this time. I could see he didn't want to go. 

"That's too bad," I replied. "I was hoping you both or one of you could stay the night." I wasn't ready to give up the sex quite yet. "Is there any way I could go with you and we could spend the rest of the day and night at your place?

Jerry spoke up. "That's not possible, we both live at home with our parents."

"How about I get a motel room?" I asked. I wanted more sex. I wasn't quite ready to give up just yet. "Could either of you meet me at a motel?"

"I'm not sure I could," Jerry stated. "Can you Bob?"

"I'm not sure. My folks expect me home. I'm going to have a rough time trying to explain not being home last night. I'm already in trouble. Jerry, you are in the same boat. What do you think your parents are going to say?" 

"Mine are a little easier than yours. Still, I'm not sure. I could try to sneak out a little later after they are asleep. How about you Bob. Could you do that?"

"I could try I guess."

"Ok, that settles it. I will get a motel room for the night. You guys help me pack and carry my stuff out. I'll get us a room for the night. You have to promise to meet me there though. What's a good motel?"

We cleaned up and they helped me pack and carry my stuff back to my car. They followed me to town and the Motel where I checked in. I made sure they knew the room number and about when I would expect them. They left and I unpacked some of my things and went on to find something to eat and some good wine to bring back to my room. I also wanted to take a long hot bath and shave before they got here to be squeaky clean. I wanted at least one of them if not both to go down on me for good oral sex. Oral sex gives me incredible orgasms and I was disappointed neither one had done me. I wanted to be ready tonight for the incredible orgasms. I didn't want to be disappointed. 

It was 11:00 when there was a light knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Bobby. I was surprised. I did not expect Bobby. I looked past him expecting to see Jerry too. 

"Where's Jerry?" I asked.

"I don't think he is going to make it." Bobby replied. "When he called me on the phone I could hear his mom yelling at him. I think he got into a lot of trouble. My parents went to Reno and left me a note. I think I am in a little trouble the note was kind of harsh but I will find out how bad when they get back. Right now I am free to do what I want. I'm glad Jerry will not be here. I have you to myself."

I pulled him into the room and was pulling his t-shirt off almost before I had the door closed. I was dressed in just a robe and the front had already opened. Bobby had his hands on my breasts fondling them as I was pulling him towards the bed by the waistband of his cutoffs. My robe hit the floor somewhere between my getting his cutoffs off and my back hitting the bed. He was impatient and aggressive and forced himself inside me before I wanted him to. I was wet and open in anticipation and it had been an easy entry. I moaned for him to stop, pushed back and rolled out from under him. He had a startled and pained look on his face. 

"Don't you want me?" He asked. 

"Yes I want you but why are you so rushed and aggressive? We have all night." 

"I thought you were ready and wanted me inside you right away. I wanted to be inside you. It's all I thought about on my way here."

I was wondering about him, if he had been with any other girls. He acted rather inexperienced, even at the beach. "Listen Bobby, Have you ever been with any other women?" He had this puzzled look on his face. "Have you slept with anyone besides me at the beach? Be honest with me." I had sat up on the bed crossing my legs and was looking at him. He had already deflated and was looking forlorn. 

Looking at me like he didn't know how to answer, he finally spoke after a long pause. I think it pained him to answer truthfully. "No I haven't, you are my first."

"I thought so" I replied. "That's OK, I'm glad I'm your first. I will teach you how to please a woman, to please me. That is the first thing you need to know. Once you learn the things I am going to teach you, the women won't leave you alone. What do you know about a woman's erogenous zones? Those are the areas that have the most nerve centers that when stimulated heightens her arousal. A good example are my breasts. Sometimes I can orgasm when my breasts are teased with the mouth, tongue and even tweaking the nipples with the fingers. My pussy is the same way. You know we girls masturbate just like guys. Well almost like guys, totally different parts. But these are the main zones to stimulate." There are other areas that can come into play but are more minor." He was listening intently.

"You have played with my breasts and even sucked at them which really turns me on. Have you ever thought of doing the same thing to a girl's pussy? MY pussy?" 

He shook his head. 

"Well I want you to do that to me, to suck and lick my pussy. That's called oral sex and women love it. I love it. I have my hardest orgasms that way. I can have multiple orgasms, I'll show you." 

I lay back on the bed spreading my legs and indicated he was to get back between them. He instantly hardened as he moved into position. 

"OK now Bobby, I want you to start kissing me and slowly work your way down my body with your mouth, lips and tongue. You will kiss, suck and lick all parts of me as you are doing it. You cannot enter me until I tell you or beg you to. You understand? This has to be real slow and sensuous. It is for both your pleasure and mine. I can guarantee that you will get the hardest you have ever been and have the hardest orgasm you have ever had by doing this very slowly and taking your time."

He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. I held him there kissing deeply as our tongues dueled. He had his hands on my breasts tweaking the nipples. I could already feel an orgasm building, the first of many I hoped. I could feel the hard head of his cock slipping around in the moisture between my legs that increased the sensation of the building orgasm. When his mouth found one of my nipples and he sucked on it, my arms went around his neck holding him to me. His other hand was tweaking the other nipple. I moaned loudly as my body quivered. A release thundered through my body. My groin was grinding against the head of his cock which was slipping around in the increased moisture. I was unaware of him being so close to his own release when I heard him moan and felt his cock jerk and jettison his load against me, spraying my mound, pussy and stomach with loads of cum. I felt him trying to enter me as his cock squirted it's last but I pushed him away. 

"Not yet lover, you have plenty more to give me but I don't want you inside me yet."

When he leaned back off of me on his knees and looked at me, I was running my hand through all of his cum and was rubbing it all over my mound and pussy. 

"I didn't mean to cum yet." His eyes was following my hand as I gathered his cum and rubbed it over my pussy, watching as I spread my pussy with the fingers of my other hand and rubbed it over my clit. I quivered and moaned a little as I did it. 

"That's OK lover, you will have plenty more to give me when you are ready. Right now go get a wet wash cloth and towel so I can clean up. We will begin again after I do." I lay back thinking about how to proceed. The premature ejaculation was out of the way. The next will take a little longer. I was hoping the time between each one would get longer yet. He was young and eager to learn.

He jumped up and did as he was told. When he came back from the bath, I ran the damp cloth over me and toweled off. He watched as I cleaned myself. Although he had just cum and was watching, he had not softened much. In fact as he watch, I could see his cock doing these little jerking motions as he started growing harder. The sight of this was pleasing.

"OK honey, climb back between my legs and let's start over." I lay back and spread so he could get between them. Looking down over my breasts and stomach I marveled at his hardness, how quickly he recovered. I did want him inside me I told myself. Just not yet. I wanted the hard orgasms only a talented tongue would bring. When he got between my legs I dug my heels into the bed and thrust my pussy up at him while whispering to him, "I want you to kiss and lick your way down to this."

I surprised myself on how bad I wanted him. The activity at the beach was just foreplay to what I really needed. I needed to get to that point where I lose all control. Where I can no longer handle the hard mind blowing orgasms, where my quivering body is so tender that I beg to be fucked and fucked hard, fucked to exhaustion. When I am in that zone and lose control, I'll fuck anybody and everybody. Whom I'm with no longer matters. If a stranger off the street is in the room, I'll fuck him too. That's the way it is in the zone, I no longer have any control over my body mentally or physically. It has happened to me several times before in spite of trying to be careful with whom I chose to go to bed with. Once when I was in college. I was at a party, taken there with whom I thought was my boyfriend, someone I thought I could trust. It turned out that I was wrong. He had gotten me in a back bedroom of a friend's house and into bed. He liked going down and one thing led to another and I wound up taking on every guy at the party. I don't even know how many. I was really sore afterwards. Another time I was clubbing with some friends. I thought they were close friends and would look after each other but again I was wrong. One guy got me in a back room and again it happened. It wasn't until afterwards when a girlfriend took me home, I found out I took on every guy at the club. I regretted my actions after each occasion and was extremely lucky and thankful I didn't catch a STD but that is what happens with me when I lose control and am in that zone. I have tried my best to avoid those situations ever since. Now I am extremely choosy with whom I sleep with and where it happens. I keep this activity contained with one or at the most two guys. I only wish it had happened at the beach. Not that I'm complaining, the sex was great. There was just no real mind blowing hard orgasms.

I wondered if Bobby could handle it. If he could last long enough to get me to that point. He first rushed to enter me when he got me onto the bed and again when he ejaculated all over my groin from just the sexual excitement and tried to enter me as that happened. I hoped if and when he started giving me my mind blowing orgasms that he wouldn't force himself into me before I reached the point of begging. I would already be losing control and would not be able to stop him. If that happened I would not have the multiple orgasms I wanted and needed. Even then if I wondered if he could keep up with the demands of my body and fuck me until I was exhausted.

My mind was occupied with all of this as he leaned down over me and locked his lips to mine. My mind quickly cleared as his tongue dueled with mine and I concentrated on the sensations of his kiss. He was on his hands and knees holding himself up off of me. His cock hovering over my stomach and not rubbing in my moisture. His mouth left mine and found one of my nipples and electricity shot through me down to my groin where the quivering of an orgasm began growing. I thought silently, it has begun. 

His mouth switched back and forth between my hard nipples that were standing at attention for him. Each time he sucked hard, more sparks would shoot down to my groin. He started tweaking the nipple opposite of the one he was sucking with his fingers when the second orgasm of the night coursed through me. I moaned loudly as my body quivered. His mouth left my breasts and moved on down as he slid lower on the bed. His hands never left my breasts, his cock never touched me. I shuddered with the pending excitement knowing soon he would be giving me the mind blowing orgasms I needed. I concentrated on his tongue and mouth as he trailed wet kisses down my stomach and paused at my mound. I slightly thrust my groin up to meet him as his tongue played there. I was glad I had shaved. It's a downer if a newbie gets a hair caught in the throat or stuck between the teeth. 

He was twirling his tongue around my mound not quite getting it low enough like he was afraid of going down there or not knowing what to do. 

I raised my legs and placed them over his shoulders lifting my pussy to him and saying, "Bobby, you need to go lower and run your tongue along my pussy." He did as he was told. His tongue lightly brushed my clit as it traveled down my slit and back up. I quivered slightly from the sensation.

In a muffled voice, I heard him say, "God you taste incredible." It was then he really got into it. I let him eagerly attack me. My fists were balled at my sides as his slurping sounds increased and the excitement grew inside me. I could feel an orgasm building but not fast enough. I was impatient for my third orgasm, the mind blowing one. 

"Bobby, side your arms under my thighs and use your fingers to spread me open. Find my clit tease it with your tongue and lips and suck on it!" 

He did as he was told. My hands went to his head and winding his hair through my fingers I held it in the right place.

The first mind blowing orgasm hit me hard. As I groaned loudly, my thighs tightened around his head and my body stiffened as if to try to push him away. My hands tightened in his hair pulling him into me, holding his mouth to my clit. My body quivered and shook, my legs tightening and loosening around his head. He fought back prying my legs apart trying to breathe. I barely heard him say, "Let me breathe." 

As the pulsating waves coursed through my body and lessened, my grip on him loosened. I heard him gasping for air as he pulled away. He took several deep breaths and attacked again. I was surprised he needed no prodding from me to continue. My moans of pleasure was all that he needed. He needed no instructions from me. My moans told him where to place his mouth and tongue and what to do with them. I felt him stick his tongue inside me as deep as he could get it and swirl it around. He sucked me in lapping up my juices. 

I called out to him through my moans to find my g-spot with his fingers and rub it while sucking on my clit. He found it and I moaned loudly as I felt another orgasm building. This one was even harder than the last. My body quivered and bucked, legs tightened around his head not letting him go. The room spun around me. This was it. This was what I wanted. I was in the zone. My body's needs was now in control. It needed more orgasms and was getting to the point of needing the hard fucking. I was close to begging him to fuck me when another orgasm quickly formed deep inside me and thundered its way through. I was moaning loudly now screaming at him that I needed more. He obliged. This time as another quickly built and thundered its way through me I heard myself in a hoarse voice begging for him to fuck me. My hands were flaying the bed beside me and tearing at the sheets. 

"Bobby fuck me! Fuck me hard!" 

He fought to get out from the tight grip of my legs around his head and rose up over me, positioned is cock and shoved in hard and fast. My legs were up over his shoulders, my pussy thrust up at him. He pounded in hard. He needed me as much as I needed him. The pounding was intense, his balls and groin slapping against me. He came quickly, too quickly for me but he paused only long enough for his orgasm to wane deep inside me and again began the deep thrusting, the hard pounding. I had another orgasm and screamed through my release. 

"Keep fucking me Bobby!"

Grunting was all I heard from him, his sweat dripping from his body down upon mine. The sweat was running down my sides and wetting the sheets. My own sweat joined his. I looked up into his face watching the intense strain he was going thorough to satisfy me. He kept up his hard thrusting pausing now and again to gain some strength back, to catch his breath. I felt another hard orgasm building within me. He grunted loudly as I screamed in my own release as he shoved in hard and held himself in deep and pumped me full of his cum. My body accepted it greedily as my own orgasm sucked him deeper within me. He collapsed down upon me, his weight pinning me against the wet sheets. My legs and arms were wrapped around him holding him tightly to me. His head lay against mine, his mouth against my shoulder. Gasping breath was coming from him. His heaving chest was crushing against my breasts. His weight felt good as he lay upon me. My own quivering body was quieting down. I was satisfied with his inexperienced performance. It had been good. I did wish he had lasted a little longer. I still felt like I needed to fuck a little longer. Another orgsm maybe? I wondered how it would have been with Jerry and wished he was there to continue where Bobby left off. Another time...

We both drifted into sleep. Sometime during the night Bobby rolled off me. It was a good thing. I had to go pee. The bed mattress shifted a little as I got up arousing Bobby from his sleep. He watched me tiredly as I walked to the bathroom to relieve myself. He followed shortly and we paused long enough to kiss as our paths crossed as I headed back to bed.

I lay back on the bed as I listened to his flowing stream. He finished, flushed and came back to bed. He crawled in and snuggled up against me while throwing one leg over me. I knew what he wanted. 

"Yes Bobby. I want you again."

That's all it took. His fingers were already caressing my pussy finding my clit and rubbing it. An orgasm quickly built and quivered its way through me before he entered me. This time it was slow sensual thrusting. He took his time slowly bringing us both to multiple orgasms. After several hours and another orgasm each, He stopped and rolled off mumbling, "I've got to get some rest." 




The Beach



I was walking down the beach when I spotted her. I knew my husband had not seen her. He can sometimes be in his own world. I don't mind. When his mind is off, he is usually thinking of me. He is just enjoying being with me, thinking of what he'd like to do with (or to) me, or thinking of things he can do for me. He is amazingly good to me. I am madly in love with him and would do anything for him. 

I watched her for a moment. She looked to be in her late 20s early 30s. She had long brown hair past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her face was girl next door pretty. At about 5'2" she probably thought she was about 20 lbs overweight. Well, at least up until 5 about months ago. She was obviously pregnant. She still had a great ass and hips. You could clearly see the soft curve of her belly. 

She was wearing a string bikini that sat below her belly. She had on an orange gauze coverup. It was practically see through and did not cover up anything. I smiled to myself and nudged my husband. 

My husband had always told me he found pregnant women sexy. I thought it was weird at first, but after reading a bit I realized it was quite common. It was especially common among men whose mothers were pregnant during their formative years. My husband had 3 siblings all born within 7 years. His mother was pretty much pregnant from the time he was one till he was seven. 

This is a second marriage for both of us. We met 10 years ago. We already had children and decided not to have more. My husband's first marriage was not happy. He told me when his wife was pregnant she would not let him touch her. It was a true irony that when I was pregnant I was horny as hell and my husband wouldn't touch me. 

When I nudged my husband out of whatever world he was visiting. He looked at me. It's always funny. He looks at me like a big dog who thinks he's a lap dog. He wants to know what I want and what he can do to make me happy. 

Don't get me wrong. He is not a wuss. He is a big, strong decisive man. People look up to him. When I need something he is my rock. Just as he worships me, I worship him. He is definitely the man of our house. He gives me the safety to be a woman.  

This time I tilted my head in her direction. It's a game we play. I often point out things or people I know he finds pretty or sexy. I am very confident in our love and know there is no need to be jealous. He finally realized which way I was pointing and looks. He noticed her too and commented that she was beautiful. 

I laughed and said, "I am so good to you."

He kissed me and told me I was amazing. We kept walking. As we went by he took one more look. He is so cute.

We were on vacation staying at a beach hotel. We took a nap, got dressed, and went to dinner. As we were eating the young woman came in. She was by herself. She was seated not far from us. I offered to switch seats with my husband so he could get a better view. He just laughed, looked at me and said the view was perfect. 

He wasn't looking, but I checked her out a bit more. She was just as pretty as I thought. She was wearing a white sundress that made her look like she belonged walking barefoot through a field. She sat by herself. She did not look around much. She ordered, ate slowly, and looked at her plate. She seemed like she had a sadness about her. Her shoulders hung like she had a great weight on her. 

We finished dinner and headed to the patio bar. It was a great place to watch the sunset and there was a guitar player entertaining. We sat there chatting, holding hands, enjoying the moment and sipping our drinks. 

As we sat there she walked in. She took a seat by the railing about 2 tables from us. She still looked sad. She was sitting there just gazing into the distance. I did not think she was even watching the sunset. She just seemed lost in thought. 

Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to her table. I said I could not help but notice her lost in thought, she was alone at dinner and now, and I asked her if everything was OK. She looked up at me and smiled. She thanked me for being so kind as to be concerned but assured me she was alright. I said that my husband and I were also staying at the hotel and were sitting right over there. I said if she wanted company she could join us. She thanked me, but she did not want to intrude. I told her that was nonsense and picked up her drink. She followed me to our table.

I introduced my husband and myself. She said her name was Sharon and sat down. My husband immediately started chatting with her. He is great at making conversation. People tend to trust him and like talking to him. We found out she was 29 and here with her fiancé. They lived together and she was expecting in 4 months (my guess was right on). 

We asked where he was. She was not sure. They had planned this vacation 8 months ago, but since they got here he had played golf every day. He had met some guys while playing golf and had been spending most of his time with them. We both said that was ridiculous and that she was way too pretty to be left alone. She looked at us and smiled at that. We commented that her fiancé must be crazy. 

She told us that she had not intended to get pregnant. She was on the pill and was just part of the 1%. My husband said that happened to his sister. He said on the plus side, he had an amazing niece. That made her smile again. She went on to say that since she got pregnant their life had changed. He did not want the baby but she could not give it up. He was mad at her but did not leave her. When this vacation rolled around, she had hoped it would be a chance to set things right. So far it did not seem that way. 

As we talked we described what we were doing the next day. Sightseeing, shopping, a boat excursion. She said it sounded like fun. She looked like she needed fun. I invited her along. At first she said no, but I insisted. She agreed to meet my husband and I in the lobby at 9 am. We said goodnight and walked to our room. 

On the way I teased my husband asking him If he thought he could keep his hands off her for a whole day. I asked him if he wanted me to call her and tell her what to wear, after all, I knew exactly what my husband liked. He just laughed. He pulled me close and kissed me. He said, he is lucky if he could keep up with me. We got to our room, made out like we were on our honeymoon, made love, and fell asleep in each others arms. 

We got up the next day and I tried to decide what to wear. My husband loves me in sundresses. He loves flirty and feminine. He has a favorite. It's a mid calf length, gauzy, white and purple sundress that buttons down the front and hugs my waist. It has a sort of peasant type neckline. I put it on. Truthfully the dress is a bit thin. At home I would never wear it without a slip, but, we were on vacation and nobody knew us. I could afford to give my husband a thrill. I found a cute thong and bra set. They were also white and purple. 

I got dressed and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad for 48. My husband loved my hair long. Sometimes it was down to my waist. Sometimes shoulder length. Right now it was between my shoulder blades. I have Latin heritage, so my hair was dark and thick. I have always cared for my skin. Between my hair, my skin, and the fact that I am barely 5' tall I am often mistaken for 20 years younger. I had a little extra padding, but my husband told me he loved my curves. 

Last year I did a boudoir photo shoot for my husband. During the shoot the photographer looked at the proof of one pose with her assistant. Her assistant was about 20. The assistant looked at the proof and blurted out "oh my god, I hope I am 1/2 that hot when I am her age." 

I looked at what I was wearing. If you looked hard enough you could definitely see my bra and thong, but, as I said, no one knew us here. I took a moment with the buttons trying to decide how much to show. I know my husband likes me to show off a bit. He likes it when men notice me. I have to admit, I like it too. I went all out. I only buttoned the buttons from my bra line to just below my panties. I showed a lot of cleavage. Not that I have a lot of cleavage, but a push up bra can do wonders. When I stood still it was fine. When I walked I flashed a lot of leg. 

My husband got out of the shower, took one look at me, grabbed me, and kissed me. He commented on how gorgeous I was and grabbed my ass and pulled me in. I reminded him we had plans and that he could ravish me later. He made me promise. 

We went down to meet Sharon. She was just as pretty today, except she was smiling. She thanked us again for inviting her and told us she was looking forward to it all night. I made a mental note that I did not have to call her and tell her what to wear. She was wearing a short yellow sundress with a halter top. It was lightweight and with the sun behind her you could see all her curves. My husband was looking. 

I kissed him and quipped "made to order."

She actually asked us if she was dressed OK. My husband said he could not wait to be seen with two such gorgeous women. We grabbed a cab and set out. 

We toured the sights and generally chatted and had fun. Often times she or I would see something girly, we would grab the other ones hand and we would run to check it out giggling and laughing. My husband just enjoyed himself and the view. At one point I caught her looking at me. I asked her if something was wrong. She commented on how pretty and sexy I looked. She said she loved my dress but her fiancé would never let her wear something so revealing. 

I told her my husband loved the way I looked and actually liked men looking at me. She said she liked being looked at, but being 5 months pregnant she felt fat and ugly. She told me that her fiancé had not touched her since she got pregnant. 

I hugged her and told her she was gorgeous. She pulled her face away, and looked at me. Her nose was inches from mine. She probed my eyes and asked if I really thought she was pretty. I told her yes and kissed her nose. 

I then said, "Don't take my word for it. Ask my husband." 

My husband caught up with us, and I said, "Sharon says she's fat and ugly."

You could literally see the look of shock on his face. He asked if I was kidding. I said no. He looked at her and told her that next to me she was the hottest thing he has seen on this vacation. He said that if he were single and 20 years younger she would get no sightseeing done because they would only get out of the bedroom to eat. 

She laughed, hugged him, kissed his cheek and said thank you. She came back to me, hugged me again took my hand and said, "This is so fun, you guys are great."

We were finished sightseeing and were wandering through shops. Sharon saw a dress she liked in a window. She said she would come back tomorrow as she was sure my husband would not want to watch her try on dresses. 

I told her she did not know my husband. He and I always went shopping together. He had great taste in clothes and would pick out stuff to try on. Some of it was a bit too sexy, but I always tried it all on and showed it to him. 

I took her arm and we went into the store. My husband followed. She and I grabbed the dress from the window and headed for the dressing room. My husband went into his normal mode of looking for dresses for us to try on. She and I got to the dressing room. 

She untied her halter and stepped out of the dress. She was braless. She had perfect breasts. I told her I remembered when mine looked like that. She laughed and said she bet mine were gorgeous. 

She was wearing a pretty yellow thong with ruffles around the waist. She looked adorable. I told her that my husband would die if he saw her in those panties and said they were his favorite style. 

She said, "really?" 

I unbuttoned one more button on my dress and pulled the sides apart to reveal mine were almost the exact same style just a different color. 

She fake scolded me and said I should not be wearing something so slutty and then said, "Who am I kidding you look hot." She then said she bet we would give my husband a heart attack if he saw us both now. 

I told her he would definitely be happy. 

She put the dress from the window on. It fit her perfectly. She asked if she should show my husband. 

I said he'd be mad if she didn't. We stepped out of the dressing room just as my husband came up with an armful of dresses. He told she looked great. 

She smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it." She did a twirl for him and the bottom flared out from her legs. 

My husband just said, "Perfect." He handed us each a bunch of dresses he picked out for us. 

Sharon looked at her pile, looked at me and said, "Wow he does have great taste." 

She kissed him on the cheek and said thank you. 

We went in the dressing room and started trying on dresses. With each new dress we went out to show my husband. He could tell which worked and which didn't. I always enjoyed trying on clothes for him. 

Sharon was having a blast. She would try something on, step out to show him. She would thank him each time for his opinion. As it went on and my husband kept bringing us dresses, Sharon would open the dressing room door, hand him what we were done with and take the new ones. She seemed to forget what she was wearing. 

At first she would stand behind the door peek around it and make the exchange, but she got bolder and bolder. At one point she just opened the door topless in her panties. I was standing there in my bra and panties. 

He just looked at us and said, Fucking gorgeous". 

Sharon smiled turned around, wiggled her ass and shut the door. 

When we were done, we had a couple new things to wear. Sharon put her arms around the 2 of us and said, "You guys are amazing. I have not felt this good in months." She kissed us both and said, "thank you." 

This time it was a quick kiss on the lips for both of us. Watching Sharon get excited, watching her change, watching her flirt, I was starting to get a little hot. I am not bi. I had never been with a woman. I had always thought women were beautiful. Hanging around with Sharon I was starting to feel something else. I was getting horny and it was directed towards her. 

I whispered to my husband, "She's making me horny."

He said, "Me too." 

The next shop was a lingerie shop. Sharon asked if we could stop in. 

My husband said, Ok, but the rule is you have to model everything you buy." It was a constant joke between he and I. 

Sharon's eyes lit up and said, "Really? This should be fun." 

My husband and I just looked at each other. 

Sharon went around the shop picking out panties, teddies, and nighties. She kept bringing them to my husband and I for approval. We noticed she kept going for the skimpiest and sheerest. I knew my husband loved that stuff.

She made her choices and came back to show us. She asked what we thought. We told her they were hot. 

She said, "Wait till you see them on." 

It was getting late and time to head back to the hotel for dinner. Sharon asked if she could join us. We said sure. She said she'd meet us in our room after she changed. A little while later she knocked on our door. She was wearing one of the new dresses. This one was a wrap that tied just below the bust and stopped about 2 inches below her ass. If she were not pregnant it would have fallen around her different and been longer. As it was, it was just barely closed in the front over her belly. Still she looked gorgeous and we told her so. 

She pulled up the dress to reveal a tiny sheer thong and said, "See new panties too."

We told her they were also gorgeous. 

My husband threw in, "With an ass like that, anything would be gorgeous." 

She turned with her ass towards the mirror, pulled her dress up again, and looking over her shoulder said, "You're right. I do look good." 

We headed down for dinner. We were given a corner booth. The kind everyone has to slide into. I sat on one side of my husband, Sharon on the other. As she slid into the booth it was obvious her short dress was too short to sit on. Her ass was directly on the seat. Also, because the way the dress tied, the front fell open under her breasts and exposed her belly. The table blocked anyone else's view, but to my husband and I she was pretty much sitting there in her top and panties. I knew my husband was enjoying the view. As we ordered my husband's hand fell to my leg. I looked over and Sharon's hand was resting on my husband leg. 

We ate and then headed out to watch the sunset on the patio. My husband and I shared a bottle of wine. Sharon could not drink. I was starting to feel warm. I always felt that way towards my husband. Add in wine and sunset, and I am ready to go. 

I said to my husband, "Why don't we go to our room?"

Sharon said, "OK."

We were not expecting that. We took the elevator up. I had no clue what was going on. I knew my husband was completely lost. Sharon held my hand on the way up. She kept telling us what a great day she had and what wonderful people we are. 

We got to our room and Sharon said she did not think the day could get much better. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me. I could feel her body next to mine and smell her perfume. She pulled her head back and kissed me on the cheek. She pulled back again, and this time kissed me on the lips. It was short, but it was a kiss. 

She saw the look of confusion on my face and then burst into tears. I hugged her and she hugged me back. I said it was OK. She said she had never done anything like that before. She'd never kissed a girl. She said she did not plan it. It's just that we made her feel so special it just happened. I was hugging her and saying it was ok, and that I'd never kissed a girl either. She pulled her head back, looked at me and kissed me again. This time I knew what was going on. It felt good and I kissed her back. 

She turned and looked at my husband. With one arm around me she held out her other hand to him. She pulled him into our embrace. She told him that he was amazing too. She then kissed him on the lips as well. 

He pulled back and looked at me. She was right he was amazing. I just smiled at him. 

He stepped back, always the voice of reason, he said to Sharon, "You've been going through a hard time. We've all had a great day, but we do not want you to do anything you will regret later, or get carried away."

She looked at me, she looked at my husband. She said, "I am 29 years old and completely sober. I have not been touched in 5 months. I had a great day and now I am feeling sexy, loved, and horny as hell. No one is taking advantage of me. In fact it may be the other way around." 

With that she turned her face to me again. This time it was not a tender kiss it was a passionate kiss. I could feel the heat and could not help but respond. I felt that warmth in my pussy I get whenever I feel sexy. 

Keeping one arm around me, she grabbed my husband's shirt, pulled him towards her and gave him the same kiss. I watched their lips together. He pulled back. I thought to myself that this is what she wants, I knew I was feeling it, I also remembered how hot my husband found pregnant women. Hell, he deserved this. I pulled him to me and kissed him hard. I then turned to her and kissed her again. 

I gave my husband a sexy smile and said. "You're turn."

I watched them kiss. It was hot. Who would have thought watching another woman kiss my husband could be so hot. My arm that was around Sharon's back slid down her back. I had been looking at her ass all day in the dressing room. Now I realized I wanted to feel it. My hand slipped under her dress and onto her ass. She moaned, smiled at me and kissed me again. 

On a whim I reached down and touched my husbands cock through his pants. It was rock hard. I pulled back from Sharon's kiss, looked at my hand and said, "Someone else is enjoying this too."




The Beach



She followed my gaze, put her hand over my hand and said, "I'm glad. I plan on putting that to good use tonight. But first." 

She kissed me again. She wrapped both arms around me. She said, "I've been looking at your gorgeous body all day and it's time to get you out of this dress." 

She undid a few more buttons and pulled the dress over my head. Oh my god. I had never been undressed by a woman before. The anticipation was killing me, next she unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. She looked at my tits and bent over and took one in her mouth. I leaned my head back and moaned. It felt so good. I opened my eyes and saw my husband watching. I pulled him to me and kissed him while she played with my nipples. Her tongue felt amazing. A woman's touch is so different. It's softer. I liked it when my husband sucked my tits. I liked this too. 

I let go of my husband and turned my full attention to Sharon. I reached over and pulled the tie of her wrap around dress. It fell open. I pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. As she sucked my tits my hands fell to her ass and I pulled her in. She again kissed me on the lips. We pulled each other to the bed, once there we started kissing again. I looked at her tits and started sucking them. She moaned. Her hand traced my belly and slid into my panties. She stroked my pussy and slid 2 fingers inside me. I came immediately. 

She smiled and said, " That was easy" brought her fingers to her lips and licked them. 

I rolled her on her back, straddled her hips and said. "You're nowhere near done". 

She laughed and kissed me again. I slid down her body now my face was right above her panty covered pussy. I grabbed her thong and pulled it off. I could smell the sex in the air. Her legs were spread in front of me. I could see her perfectly shaved pussy was already wet. This was new territory for me, but it was fucking hot. I leaned forward and ran my tongue down her pussy. 

I had tasted pussy before. Mine. Either on my husbands cock, his lips, or fingers. He sometimes made me play with myself and lick my own fingers. I liked the taste. She was delicious. I started eating her the way I knew I liked it. Well the way I liked it hard, there is also a way I like it soft. She squealed, moaned and grabbed my head. I felt her orgasm. I

I said, "That was easy."

She laughed and said, "More."

This time I swung my legs and ass towards her face. She grabbed my panties and pulled them off me. She pulled me over her face and started eating me. For someone who had never done this before she was amazing. Meanwhile I used my hands to bring her to another orgasm. Between watching her cum and feeling her tongue on my clit, I came again. 

I looked up. I realized my husband was sitting on the edge of the bed watching us. I told him to get those clothes off and get over here. I watched him undress. He does not have a perfect body, neither do I, but I loved every inch of his. His cock came into view. He is not a freak, but he is definitely longer and thicker than most. I thought of how that cock felt, how it tasted, how it filled me up. 

I got off of Sharon's face and we made him lie between us. We both reached down and started playing with his cock. We took turns kissing him and sucking on each other's tits. 

Sharon looked at his cock and said to me, "It's beautiful. You get to fuck that all the time?" 

I nodded. What an odd feeling. Another woman, playing with my husbands cock and I was not jealous, I was proud of him. 

I teased her and said, "I bet you can't get it all in your mouth". 

She laughed and immediately started sucking him. The head of his cock is big and it stretched her mouth to get over it. I always told him it was intimidating at first. She attacked it like a champ. My husband rarely cums from a blow job. Today was no exception. After a few minutes of being stretched she looked at me and said, "You win". 

I kissed her again. I liked the taste of my husbands cock on her lips. Meanwhile my husband had been playing with my pussy. She placed her hand on his and she slid a finger in me right on top of his. Another orgasm hit me. That was just so wrong, but so right. 

I grabbed her hair playfully and said, "Lie down on your back you little slut, now you're going to get it." 

She squealed in mock horror and did what she was told. I straddled her face and said eat me. She dived right in. I reached down, grabbed her legs and held them apart. 

"Slut, mmmmmm," she said. 

I looked at my husband and said, "Fuck her. Show her how you can fill her cunt."

I knew the words that he liked to hear. This was so hot. I could feel her hold her breath in anticipation. My husband knelt between her legs. I grabbed his cock and guided it into her. I heard her gasp and felt her body shudder as she came. She started licking my pussy with a fervor. My husband kept fucking her. As he did he leaned in and kissed me. I came. I didn't just cum, I CAME. My whole body shuddered. I am known to be a squirter and I soaked her face, hair, the bed. 

She pushed me off her her and said, "That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt." 

I kissed her lips. I could taste my juices all over her face. I then kissed my husband so he could taste them too.

Sharon started moaning and fucking my husband. She told me she hated me. She said it was not fair I got this cock all to myself. I told her to enjoy it while she can, because tomorrow it was all mine again. 

I kissed my husband again. I whispered in his ear, "I know what you want, you want to cum in her slutty little cunt and make me eat your cum out of her." I kept going. "Give her that cum. Fill her up. Cum on her cute pregnant little belly. I am going to eat every drop." 

I thought for a minute. I leaned back in and whispered, "Not every drop. Some I am going to feed to her." 

Out loud I said, "Make her cum. Show the little slut what a good fuck you are."

I saw her face, I heard her grown. She came. He said he could feel it pulsating around his cock. I said, "That's it. Fill the little slut up." 

That did it. I could see his orgasm build. As he came he pulled out of her. There was cum in her pussy, on her pussy, and on her belly. 

He rolled over beside her. He looked like he was trying to breathe. I kept my promise. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and started cleaning up every drop. I scooped it up from her belly and brought my fingers to her mouth. She sucked them clean. As she did she came on my tongue again. 

We were done. We all lay panting. Sharon got up. She looked at us both and said, " Thank you. You two are amazing."

She threw her clothes on. Kissed us both one more time and left. 

We looked at each other, we smiled. Our hands went to each other as we embraced. We kissed. This time it was that loving kiss. Not the one that says I want you. The one that says I am yours forever. We fell asleep holding each other. 

We did not see Sharon after that. 6 months later we got an email. It was from Sharon. She said when she got home she broke up with her fiancé. She felt more confident. It must have shown at work. Just before she went out on maternity leave her boss called her into his office. He said he did not know a vacation could be so good for someone. Everyone had noticed her increased effectiveness since she returned and she was being promoted immediately. The promotion came with a big raise. They told her to enjoy the baby, and could not wait for her return. The baby was a girl. Healthy, happy, perfect. She named her after me. 

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The Beach at Night



It was a very dark night, lit by the stars and occasional flashes of lightening on the horizon. The sound of the Gulf soothing as the waves hiss ashore, cresting and breaking, setting a rhythm for your footsteps. The gentle breeze is blowing softly through your hair. Your long flowing dress caressing your thighs as you walk, sandals in hand, to meet me. The seductive sway of your hips, your swollen lips and proud nipples showing through your blouse excite me. I catch the scent of your perfume.

Sitting in the still warm sand, waiting, watching you near, I feel my pulse quicken. Thoughts of your passion stirs my loins and begins the hardening. Rising to greet you, our lips meet and we kiss deeply, tongues dancing and probing. Your hot breath makes me feel on fire. I feel your body molding to mine, totally aware of your firm breasts and smoldering hips as I run my hands over your back and down to your tiny bottom. My big hands cupping you and pulling you even closer to my rapidly hardening cock.

Kneeling before you, I slowly raise your skirt. Caressing your thighs and kissing my way to your wet center makes you start soft moans that urge me on. Your scent fills my senses as I find your tiny, lacy panties soaked with anticipation. Ever so slowly I pull them down your long legs until you step out of them, leaving yourself bare and vulnerable to my gaze. Inhaling your soft perfume I savor your obvious arousal. 

Trembling now, you part your legs more, allowing me to find your wet womanhood and bury my face there to your obvious delight. Your hands are holding me, guiding me to the right spots as you shamelessly moan out loud in passion. Your pussy is overflowing and your clit is swollen to the bursting point. Licking you deeply, my fingers penetrate you front and back and begin to match your hips urgent rhythm. I feel your legs quivering and your breath coming in little gasps as your hands pull my face deeper between your thighs. Your sweet release is so near. 

Suddenly I stop, withdrawing my tongue and fingers from inside you. Quickly standing and turning you around, I bend you at the waist and throw your dress over your exposed bottom. My cock is hard and ready for you as I grasp your hips and enter you roughly, burying myself deeply, all the way inside you. Your screams, a mixture of pain and pleasure that releases you from reality for just a wonderful moment. Feeling your inner muscles clench around me, I feel you begin your passionate response as I thrust my engorged cock in you until you cry out with joy. Your moans are music to my ears as I hold your undulating hips and watch your pleasure.

I continuing stroking, slower now, gently, letting you enjoy the little after shocks that follow your orgasm. The soft buttery texture of your swollen lips and the creamy discharge around my cock oozing down your thighs excites me. Your upturned ass with its tiny puckered asshole looks so vulnerable as I open you for a moment to enjoy its self-conscious tightening. Moaning, you slowly pull forward to slide me from your wetness and kneel in front of me.

Your open mouth pulls me deep inside as I feel you start to lick your creamy juices from my cock. Moaning myself as your lips caress me, gently sucking, as your tiny hands fondle my balls and stroke my ass. I feel myself swelling and exploding deep inside you as you milk me until my hot sperm overflows your willing mouth and drizzles down your chin. Helpless for a moment, weak and defenseless, I am caught by surprise when I feel your finger sliding slowly inside my tight virgin ass as you begin sucking my cock back to attention. Responding instantly, I begin to harden again as your lips work their magic on me and your finger penetrates me intimately.  Gasping at the intensity of my release, groaning without care, I push your mouth deeper on my manhood until I fell myself spurt my thick creamy juices against the back of your throat. Your lips take me until you have savored the last few drops on your talented tongue Hearing your contented sighs and seeing the peaceful look on your upturned face gives me even more pleasure.

Sated now, we collapse in the still warm sands of the beach. Holding each other tightly, we share our mixed passion in soft kisses and quiet moans. Our bodies spent, but still ever so sensitive, caressing intimately, our breathing slows. Sleep catches us for a while, but will soon give way to more passion and pleasure in the warm sands. Tranquility and happiness follow us in our cuddled rest. 



The Beach Birthday



It was Danielle's 21st birthday. So John, her boyfriend of 4 years, decided to take her on a trip to the beach as her birthday present. But before this story begins, let me tell you a bit about Danielle and John. Danielle is an average height young woman with long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a curvy body. She's got firm 36D breasts and a tight, young ass. John is just a bit taller than Danielle, and an average build with dark brown hair and green eyes.

Her birthday was on a Wednesday of this week long trip. So the previous three days were a mix of tanning and playing in the water, and lots of sexual teasing between her and her boyfriend. It was not uncommon for them to be swimming and playing in the ocean together, and Danielle's hand slip into John's swimsuit, or John would untie her bottoms and play with her pussy.

Tuesday night, Danielle was filled with curiosity about John's plans for her birthday. "So sweetie, what are we doing tomorrow?" She asked him while lying in bed that night. John only said "Honey, it's a surprise, but trust me; you're going to enjoy it." With that, he kissed her long and deep, pulling her body into him. Her silky robe brushed up against his skin, and her hand slid down to loosen the tie, letting her bare breasts rub against his chest.

John's hand slipped down her back, grabbing firmly onto Danielle's tight butt, pulling her towards him. Her hot pussy rubbed up against John's hard cock, and she moaned into his kiss. John leaned her onto her back, still kissing her, and then slid down her body to slide her thong off. When her wet thongs were off, he then took his boxers off, and spread her legs, kneeling at her pussy, already glistening with juices.

John immediately attacked Danielle's wet pussy. She moaned out loud "Oh John!! Ungh!! That feels so good!" as he hummed and licked on her clit, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue slid down into her pussy and he spread her open with his fingers so that he could tongue fuck her pussy.

"Oh please John, put your hard cock in me. Please!" Danielle begged to him. "So my baby wants it bad huh?" He said to her, looking up and smirking. "God you look so sexy when you give me that look. Yes!"

He spread open her legs, and crawled up to her body, paying special attention to biting and sucking on her nipples while on the way. "Honey, now please! I'm so wet!" With that, John slid his hard, 8 inch cock slowly into her pussy. Danielle moaned as the head and shaft disappeared into her tight pussy, filling her whole. "Oh your pussy is so wet honey!" John growled in her ear, and she shivered because his growl turned her on so much.

Then John really started to move inside her pussy, rocking back and forth inside of her. The heat from his dick and the heat from her pussy warmed the entire room as their bodies began to sweat. He was quickening his pace, moving faster and faster. "Oh yes John! That's it! Fuck me faster honey!" She screamed out into the room, as he began to pound her tight pussy. 

His cock filled her pussy with every stroke. She rocked her body against him so that her clit would bump against him as he slammed into her. Danielle's hand slid down to rub at her clit like mad. "God John, I just wanna cum! Fuck me as hard as you can!" 

John paused, all the way inside of her. The silence was brief, filled with heavy breathing.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled at her, and fucked her as fast as he possible could.

"Oh god baby! That's it! I'm getting close!" Danielle moaned into his ear. John responded, "Yes honey, that's it. Cum for me! Now!" His voice got rough at the end of his sentence, sending Danielle over the edge. She screamed and moaned as her pussy exploded juices, which in return made John pour his hot cum into her soaking pussy. They collapsed together, breathing heavily. The moonlight shone into the bedroom window, and they fell asleep listening to the crash of the waves.

Danielle was woken up about 11 the following morning, by John stroking her face with the back of his hand. "Ung...what time is it John?" 

"It's 11 honey. I thought I would let you sleep in. Happy birthday! Come on into the kitchen, I've made breakfast for you!" She put on her robe, tying it, and reached out to John's hand as he led her into the kitchen. 

They ate until they were full and John said to her, "Alright honey, I know it's your birthday. So I want you to go down to the poolside and tan. Just relax, and don't get burnt. I'll still be getting stuff ready, so I'll come down and get you in a bit okay?"

"Well thank you honey. I'll run do that." So she slipped on her bikini, got her sunscreen, and her towel, and kissed John as she walked out the door, to the elevator, and onto the poolside. John walked out onto the porch of the room, and saw her lay her stuff down, look at him, and then make a show of rubbing oil all over her body. She then winked, and lay down in the sun.

John then went to prepare for her special birthday, getting out all of the stuff that he had hidden in his suitcase for this occasion. It was about 1:30 when John went down to get her, leading her up to the room. As soon as she walked in, John began to untie her bikini. "Honey, what are you doing?" she said to him, about to smack him for stripping her down. "Hush, now follow me." He led her to the bathroom, where candles were lit, and rose pedals floating in the bathwater. A glass of wine sat on the corner of the bathtub. "This is for you my birthday girl. Now you relax and enjoy!"

Danielle gasped when she saw the scene, and kissed John deeply, thanking him for this surprise. He helped her into the water, and turned off the light, letting her enjoy. The hot water electrified her body, and her nipples grew hard. She became excited as her muscles relaxed. Her hands rubbed across her body, soaking in her surroundings. Outside, John was preparing for the next stage of her birthday surprise. After giving her some time to enjoy her bath, he entered the bathroom, and helped her dry out. "There's more honey." He said to her, smiling.

"Oh really. How much more is there?" "Well that, you'll just have to see." She followed him out, where more candles were lit, rose pedals again strewn all over the bed, and soft jazz played in the background. A towel was on the bed, and he told her to lay down. She complied, and he rubbed oil all into her body, giving her a gentle massaged. She mewed quietly as his fingers worked the stress out of her.

After he was done with her body massage, and she was extremely turned on, he told her that she should begin getting ready for dinner that evening. He left the room, leaving her to prepare. A long time later, she announced to him that she was ready, and walked out, presenting herself in a beautiful purple dress and heels. John's jaw hit the floor when he saw her. "You're beautiful..." was all he could say. Danielle blushed and thanked John, and took his arm, and they left for dinner.

After a nice dinner and a bit of dancing, John took Danielle back to their hotel. They went up to the room, an John said "Don't get too relaxed, I want to go out for a walk." He grabbed a sheet from the bed, and Danielle gave him a quizzical look as he led her out the door.

The beach was moonlit and the sky was clear, covered in stars. Down the beach they walked, still dressed up from dinner, hand in hand. Long into their walk, they found themselves alone, with no houses or hotels or loud music nearby. They found themselves stopping, and John looked into Danielle's eyes and spoke to her:

"Danielle Michelle Lockland, these past years have been the best of my life. I find myself falling in love with you over and over again, each time more every day. You have been the light of my life, and I love you with every bit of me. Every time I breathe, it is to prepare me for telling you that I love you."

He dropped down on one knee, pulling out a box, and opening it revealing a beautiful ring. "Danielle, will you marry me?"

"YES!" She yelled, and started to tear up a little, but John rose up to kiss the tears away. He broke away, only for a second to spread out the sheet, and they laid down upon it, continuing their kissing. Her hand wrapped around his back as his came up to trace along her face as their lips met. The kisses got more passionate and faster, and soon hands were roaming over each others bodies. Danielle took off John's jacket, and loosened his tie. In return, he reached behind her and unzipped her dress, and began pulling it up her body, revealing her smooth, silky tan skin.

"Hold on sweetie! Not just yet." She said with a smirk, and untied his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off of him, leaving John in his pants, and her in her dress. "Now you can."

John lifted up her dress, kissing her skin as it came into view. His lips set her skin on fire everywhere they touched, and he kissed at the front of her lacy black thong. The dress slid further up, revealing more and more of her body. Soon she was in her underwear, lying on the bed sheet in the sand. Danielle reached down, and unbuttoned his pants, and slid them off, pulling his boxers off with them. John's fingers traced along her body, reaching her thongs, and slid them down her long slender legs.

"Danielle, I am going to make love to you, right here on this beach. I love you."

"I love you too John. Thank you." She smiled big as he moved his body on top of her. She could feel her pussy juices leaking down. John's lips met hers once more as the head of his hard cock slid into her.

Their bodies rocked together, building heat and passion as their lovemaking continued on. The smell of the air along the beach and the sound of the oceans gave them a feel and a rhythm to make love to, and they found themselves lost in the intense feelings. Their pace quickened and John moved faster inside of her wet pussy. 

Soon John found himself nearing orgasm, and just as he was about to come, he whispered in her ear, "Danielle, I love you." His cock shot his cum deep into her pussy, pushing Danielle over the edge, and she began to orgasm, shouting out, "Oh John! I love you!" 

They laid together, on that sheet, Danielle with tears of joy on her face. They looked up at the stars, and wished upon one shooting across the night sky. Wedding bells were in their future, and that star would prove it.



The Beach Bum



Author's note: Thanks to me friend Jen, for being the final pair of eyes to help with my editing.

The Beach Bum Part one – The Stranger Arrives

The tall dark haired stranger sauntered into the Beach Shack like he was one of the regulars. The Beach Shack is a dump of a bar at a beach mostly missed by tourists and snowbirds. That is why I hang here and why it was so odd to see a cocky handsome stranger in the place. 

After hitting the lotto big a couple years back I decided to get lost somewhere and live a simple beach bum existence. This hole in the wall kind of no-wheres-ville was the perfect spot for dropping out. Very few folks have any idea how wealthy I am and those that do don’t give a shit about such things. Except for my million-dollar, oceanfront beach house, nothing about me even hints at the size of my bank account. 

On this particular rainy afternoon in what I had come to think of as paradise, there were about a dozen regulars and Steve, my favorite bartender, in the shack. I was at the bar talking to Steve and Jill. Jill ran away from home at 16 and ten years later she was still here. As far as I know she had never looked back or spoken to her mother or the stepfather her mother let abuse Jill for so many years. It was Jill’s day off from her waitress job at the swanky hotel at the tourist beach up the highway. The rest of today’s patrons were pretty much evenly divided between men and women. They ranged in age form Susie, who says she is 22 but we all know her ID is fake and she has yet to celebrate her twenty-first birthday, to Captain Bill, the 55-year old skipper of a for hire fishing boat who’s years at sea and heavy drinking ashore make him look closer to 70.

Everyone turned and watched the handsome young man as he approached the bar. We don’t get many strangers in town and fewer in the Shack. We were all interested in what he was doing here. Besides that, he is one of those people that just seem to command attention. I once was the object of the regular’s curiosity. I wondered to myself if perhaps this guy would be joining us for the long haul.

Steve smiled at the newcomer and spoke warmly, “Welcome to the Shack, names Steve, what can I get ya?”

The man grabbed the empty stool next to me and spoke in a rich deep voice. “Names Brad, Steve. If you got a clean glass in the place I will take a double Crown Royal, straight up!” 

The only reason Steve didn’t take offense was the genuinely warm smile that Brad laid on him.

I offered my hand, “Hi, I’m Rick, welcome to no-wheres-ville Brad. How the hell did you happen to find us?”

Brad explained that he preferred back roads to highways and especially favored places others seemed not to bother with. I told him he had come to the right place. Brad, Steve, Jill and I talked while the rest of the gang went about the business of getting an early start on their evening buzz. Along the way to their alcohol induced bliss, the gang shot the breeze, threw darts, pumped the jukebox full of quarters and attempted to play pool on the warped table in the back of the room.

Brad turned out to be a real nice guy. Just the sort who ended up staying here once they wandered into the Shack. Turned out he was looking to relocate and after a couple hours he asked if there were any cheap places in town to stay while he checked out the area. On impulse I said that if free was cheap enough there was plenty of room at my place. I thought Jill was going to choke when she heard the invitation. I am a pretty private man and Jill knew only people I knew well ever got to see the inside of my house. She knew this because she had lived in one of my guest rooms for the past year or so.

I was never really sure how that happened. Jill and I had been occasional bedmates since the night we met. Never really a romance, more like fuck buddies. Over time we also became great friends. Although with her looks she always did well in tips, it just seemed silly for her to pay rent when I had so much extra room at my place. It is nice sharing the house with a sexy lady and on those nights when one or both of us needs cuddling or a carnal itch satisfied, it is convenient having a willing lover right down the hall.

Brad accepted my offer but insisted he wanted to pay me something. I suggested he buy Jill and me dinner and we would call it even for a week or so worth of rent. Brad indicated we had a deal and asked if there was someplace in town nicer then this to eat. He also said that he didn’t want to feel like a third wheel and asked if there might be another friend who would like to make it a foursome. I winked and smiled as I told him I thought a foursome sounded like fun and I believed something could be arranged. Jill giggled at my obvious double entendre. Jill knew that I, like her knew everyone in the bar and had slept with several of them. I wasn’t sure Brad got it, but I was pretty sure he was going to get it later. 

I spotted our young friend Susie playing darts with Tommy Miller. I knew Tommy was just passing time until he got enough booze in him to pass out on Steve’s storeroom cot, so I wouldn’t be taking anything from him. I doubt Tommy’s dick has been hard in the last five years. I also know that Susie loves fucking older guys. Even though Brad is probably ten years younger then my 40 years he is older to her and she had been checking him out fairly obviously. Anyway, my plan at that moment called for a bit more then a one-on-one pairing off.

I got off my stool and walked up behind Susie just as she finished a shot. When she stood back up from her bent over position, I slid my arms around her as her ass pressed into me. I kissed her neck softly with just the tip of my warm tongue popping out to tease her sweet flesh. She purred as I rubbed the soft hairs of my short beard on her cheek. I quickly moved my lips to her delicate ear and flicked my tongue over the curlicue ridges. She squirmed a bit and I pulled her tight to my body.

Then I whispered, “Would you like to have dinner with a couple of horny guys and the sexiest waitress in town, sweet thing?”

Julie turned and kissed my lips softly, giving me just a brief taste of the tip of her moist little pink tongue before replying casually, “Sounds like fun, but whose date am I going to be?”

I flashed a kind of half-smile, winked and whispered, “Maybe all three of us,” before giving her earlobe a playful nibble.

I knew Susie and Jill weren’t adverse to sexual experimentation. I also had a hunch that Brad was the sexually adventurous type. I was reasonably sure he would go for a little side-by-side fucking and swapping with the girls. I also knew once things like that got going many things seemed to happen that might not otherwise occur.

Susie pulled me close, bit my earlobe hard and then purred, “Sounds like a fun party! You got a deal as long as you promise I get a turn to suck that big juicy cock of yours again before the weekend is over.”

She gave my now slightly bulging crotch a squeeze and said that she would be with us as soon as she finished kicking Tommy’s ass. I felt bad about taking Tommy’s company away. But damn Susie was fucking hot and she was damn sure one of the best cocksuckers I had ever met. She clearly loved pleasuring people with her mouth. Somehow I had a feeling all three of us would be experiencing Susie’s talents before the night was over. 

When I returned to the bar I told Steve to put the rest of Tommy’s night on my tab and sent him a double scotch. I knew the sooner Tommy was numb the better off he was. Tommy raised his glass and winked his thanks at me. He knew I was paying him off for stealing his pool partner, but was grateful to me for providing his real date for the evening, Jonnie Walker Black. I just smiled, raised my beer glass and nodded back.

I told Brad that Susie had agreed to be our fourth for dinner. He seemed very pleased. When Brad went off to the bathroom, Jill whispered in my ear that she hoped Susie wasn’t planning to have him all to herself. I concurred with Jill’s thoughts, explaining that I hoped the four of us might share tonight. Then we decided the best way to move that along would be for Jill to be Brad’s date. We knew Susie was willing but less experienced in maneuvering the situation. 

I got lost for a moment as the scene from Susie’s last visit to my house flashed into my head. There was Susie grinding her pussy into Jill’s pretty face as I stood and fucked Susie’s sweet mouth. Susie’s date for the night, some college boy on an extended summer break was on his hands and knees lapping up Jill’s hot cunt juice. What he didn’t know at that moment was before the night ended he would no longer be an anal virgin. Damn Jill is persuasive. She told him he could fuck her anyway he wanted for as long as he wanted if she got to she him get fucked first. His tight ass and those two hot chicks fingering their cunts to repeated orgasm as they watched gave me one hell of an orgasm. Jill’s ass paid the price later. He fucked her everyway possible including an hour and a half hard ass pounding while Susie and I cuddled and watched. It will be a while before Jill makes an offer like that again. The kid had a fucking never deflating wonder dick.

Brad returned from the john and clasped me firmly on the shoulder bringing me out of my daydream. He looked quizzically at the glassy eyed expression I had but said nothing. Jill moved around next to Brad and slid her arm around him. Brad gave me another quizzical look as he had obviously thought Jill was my gal. 

“Well I see Jill has chosen her dinner escort. That ok with you, Brad?” I said to ease the tension.

Brad smiled broadly at me and said, “hell yes, any man would be honored to have sexy Jill on his arm. I just er..well I guess I made a wrong assumption.”

Jill said that she and I were just good friends and kissed Brad on the cheek. By that time Susie had finished off Tommy. I watched as she kissed him on the cheek and gave his ass a little squeeze, before sauntering over to the bar. I was pretty sure Susie would have been happy to give Tommy pity head if he were able to get it up and she didn’t have a better offer. Most of the regulars knew the last time someone tried to do that for Tommy it had been a no go and Tommy ended up crying himself to sleep. 


Seeing Jill had already claimed the new guy, Susie smiled, put her arms around me and gave me a very sensual kiss. She was clearly happy to have first crack at me. My chest swelled a bit with pride that she seemed to prefer me because Brad is a hunk of man. I introduced them and they shook hands. Considering what I imagined they would be doing later that assumed me a bit. As we headed out the door I turned and to give Steve a wave. He smiled and winked one of his beautiful blue eyes. Steve was the first friend I made when I got here and he knows more about me then anyone else. As my house was just two blocks from The Shack, Jill and I had walked and Susie lived right next to the bar so Brad had the only vehicle. Since the restaurant was only a short walk down the beach, I suggested we drop Brad’s jeep off at my place. The four of us piled into Brad’s jeep and headed to my house.

We decided to go in and get Brad settled before dinner. None of us were really all that hungry for food at that point anyway. Our hungers were of a carnal nature. I showed Brad the room he would be sleeping in and offered everyone a drink. Once the drinks were served Jill and Brad plopped down on the sofa and Susie and I shared my big comfy easy chair. It felt good having Susie in my lap as I wrapped my arms around her sexy body. I knew Susie wasn’t shy and I figured the best way to get things started was by example. As the four of us talked Susie and I began to gently caress each other. The foursome fantasies running through my head and Susie’s sensual ass cheeks squirming in my crotch caused my cock to swell. Susie positioned herself so that my growing member nestled between her round buttocks. She laid her head on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck, working her way slowly toward my ear. Jill had moved closer to Brad who took the hint and put his arm around her. 

Just as Susie found my earlobe with her little pick tongue, I decided it was time to give Brad a little show. I slid my hand down Susie’s taut abdomen to the top of the silky wrap around that was covering the thong bottom of her bikini. I pulled the tie lose and Susie spread her legs a bit exposing her well tanned and toned thighs. I smiled at Jill and Brad as I ran my fingers deftly over the small strip of material covering Susie’s sweet, hot kitty. Brad was sporting a very impressive bulge by that point. Jill was squirming and pressing her body into Brad’s

Susie purred and then asked in her sweet innocent sounding voice, “Oh, baby, are you going to show them my wet pussy?”

I looked directly at Brad and asked, “What you two think? You wanna see her hot little twat?”

I thought Brad was going to faint. He barely managed to say wow as he exhaled loudly. Jill on the other hand was hot and ready to go. She slid her hand up Brad’s thigh and squeezed his hard cock through the material of his jean shorts as she licked her lips in anticipation of the show that was about to begin. 

“Oh god yes, Rick, show us that pretty pussy!” Jill practically begged.

I teased them by pulling the material to the side just a bit exposing Susie’s hairless mound. Brad sat almost transfixed as I tickled Susie’s kitty under her thong. Jill was squeezing his large cock through his shorts. As I slowly pulled Susie’s thong off I was hoping Jill would take Brad’s cock out. I could tell from his bulge that it was large and I was becoming anxious to see just how large. My own cock is average in length, which I find to be to my advantage. It is long enough and thick enough to fill without being to large to swallow. I had a feeling Brad had trouble finding partners that good deep throat him and I was pretty sure even fewer that could take the whole thing in the ass. While I am not hung up on size, large hard cocks have always fascinated me. 

Once Susie’s thong was on the floor I nudged her legs further apart and opened up her moist lips with my fingers. I knew her inner lips and vulva were a delicious shade of pink. I let my thumb slide up her slit and as I expected her clit was already proudly erect and exposed. Susie has a great clit, large and very sensitive. I wanted to suck it so bad at that moment, but I wanted the four of us naked before this went too far.

As if she read my mind Susie cooed, “Oh Jill, I gotta get a look at that sexy boy’s monster cock. Pull those shorts off him baby!”

As if obeying a command from a superior, Jill quickly unbuttoned Brad’s shorts. She grabbed the waistband and pulled down both his shorts and boxers as one. Brad helped by raising his ass. Jill tossed Brads pants aside and moved so that Susie and I could see Brad in all his glory. Brad’s cock was standing straight up from his lap. It was easily the longest cock I had ever seen live. Certainly, it was over ten-inches. The circumcised head was nearly perfect. It set proudly atop the long shaft like the pink head of a serpent. The ridge of his glans flared out and then curved together to form a line on the underside pointing to his cum hole. I thought Susie was going to cum in my lap. I could feel her body shaking. She grabbed my hand and pushed my fingers toward her now quivering hole as she motioned for Brad to come over to us.

I slid two fingers into Susie’s hot steamy pussy and began to finger fuck her. Brad stood and slowly crossed the small space separating us. For the first time I noticed his balls. Like his cock, they were larger then average. His hairless sack was full and hung down with his two heavy balls bouncing slightly as he walked. In addition to shaving his balls clean, Brad also had neatly trimmed above and around his cock leaving just enough short hair to proudly set off his magnificent tool. As Jill watched the scene unfold, she stripped off her clothes, leaving me the only one fully dressed. Brad stopped and stood just inches from Susie and me. He spread his legs a bit and stood still as if displaying his equipment for us. Susie’s moans were becoming desperate sounding as she ground her pussy down onto my fingers. 

As if acting in concert Jill walked up behind Brad and took his tight ass in her hands pushing him forward and Susie reached for his twitching cock. I now had three fingers working in and out of Susie and she was grinding her hard clit into my palm. Susie’s delicate fingers were wrapped around Brad’s huge shaft. She was pumping his meat as Jill massaged his ass and kissed his neck and shoulders. As Susie’s body began to shake with her first orgasm, Brad reached out and pulled her face to him. He pushed her down toward his twitching organ and Jill guided his cock to Susie’s lips.

“Come on, baby, suck it! I know that is what you want!” Brad half moaned, half commanded.

Brad’s cock muffled Susie’s orgasmic screams. She managed to swallow half his organ on the first try. I watched as her lips stretched over him and her cheeks puffed as she sucked him hard. Jill meanwhile had cupped Brad’s ample ball sack in her left hand as her right hand toyed with one of his masculine nipples. Susie continued to grind her cunt against my fingers. Her ass rubbing my cock through my shorts was driving me nuts. I wanted so to have my cock free so I could drive it into her hot orgasming cunt. As if he could sense what Susie wanted, Brad began talking to her like she was a cheap whore. 

He moaned in his deep sexy voice, “Come on baby, suck my big cock! Swallow all my meat you hot cock sucking little bitch!” 

Susie’s screams were barely muffled by Brad’s huge pole as she took more of his long shaft into her sweet mouth. I watched as the sweet young girl turned into a wanton slut for Brad’s hot cock. Jill then wrapped her hand around the last two inches of Brad’s shaft that Susie couldn’t accommodate. I raised Susie up so that I could free my cock from its prison and then drove my aching cock deep into her hungry cunt. Jill slide down to the floor and began licking Brad’s tightening balls as he began to thrust his cock in and out of Susie’s mouth. I looked into his eyes as we began to match our rhythms. I sliding my cock in and out of Susie’s tight pussy, Brad fucking her face like it was a second pussy. Jill took a break from sucking Brad’s balls and cried out, “Oh yes fuck Susie’s sweet mouth stud! Damn what a lucky bitch! Use her like the whore she loves to be, boys!”

Jill went back to sucking Brad’s balls as we continued fucking Susie. Both of us increased both the pace and intensity of our thrusts. Brad and I stared directly into each other’s eyes. He had the most incredible look of pure animal lust. We continued matching each other’s pace and intensity, both of us building toward climax. A wicked and somehow amazingly erotic grin formed on Brad’s lips. I nodded and said now. Brad and I simultaneously cried out as our cocks exploded inside Susie. I grabbed her hips and forced her down hard onto my cock and Brad pulled her head toward him burying every inch of his monster that Jill was not holding in Susie’s face. My intense orgasm seemed to go on forever. When I opened my eyes, Brad had fallen back from Susie and I could see from the look on his face that he had experienced a similarly powerful orgasm.

Susie slid off my lap and joined Jill on the floor. They kissed deeply, Jill hungrily seeking to share some of Brad’s thick cum. Jill licked it from Susie’s face and the two hot women used the tongues to pass his seed back and forth. 

When the kiss finally broke, Susie said to Jill, “It is your turn sweetie, “ and pushed Jill down to the floor.

Jill lay on her back and Susie spread Jill’s legs wide. Susie buried her face between Jill’s thighs and began wildly licking her clit, labia and pussy. In minutes Jill was screaming as she writhed in orgasm under the attack of Susie’s talented tongue and lips. I briefly considered walking across the room to where Brad now sat watching and absentmindedly stroking his semi stiff shaft. My own cock though thoroughly sated for the moment was attempting to salute the girls as well. Though I wanted badly to touch Brad’s pretty cock, I decided to let that wait for later. Instead I just flashed him a smile that hoped would convey my interest in a non-threatening way. His return smile pretty much told me that I would have a chance later.




The Beach Bum



When Jill’s breathing began to return to normal, I suggested we all hit the shower and get dressed for dinner. I figured a refueling was in order as I sensed a long night of carnal pleasures laid before us. 

One great thing about my house was the multi-person shower in the changing room. It was designed for two, but easily accommodated four. The original owner had built two changing rooms, one for the men and one for the women. He loved to throw elaborate pool and beach parties and wanted nice accommodations for his guests to change. I figured one such room was enough and had the second one removed in favor of a large hot tub and sauna. 

Jill and Susie had shared my shower before. Brad seemed a bit surprised I had a party shower in the house. He however, told me how exciting a four-way shower felt. The four of us enjoyed the warm water for bit. We lathered up and helped each other wash those spots that are hard to reach. We talked and laughed and as will happen in a shared shower our bodies managed to rub against each other. By the time the washing had finished, Brad and I were rock hard again.

Jill and Susie had managed to maneuver us so that Brad and I were standing side by side. Then the girls dropped to their knees, Jill in front of Brad and Susie in front of me. 

They looked up at us and said in the sweetest voices, “Well boys looks like we have to take care of these before we can go, you guys ok with a quick blow job?”

Brad and I nodded our answer as the girls took hold of our cocks and began to toughly lick our cocks from cum slit to balls and back again. They sucked and fondled and licked, continually bringing us to the edge and then stopping, delaying our climaxes teasing us. Each time as they let us come down from the brink, they made out as we watched. About the fourth time they had us at the edge the girls took our hands and put them on each other’s cocks. 

“Come on guy’s, blast your hot little slut’s faces with those beautiful cocks!” Jill cooed.

I was pleased that Brad did not hesitate to begin stroking my cock as I stroked his. His long silky cock felt great in my hand and his touch was clearly that of one who was experienced in pleasuring other men. I slid closer to him letting our bodies touch. He responded by grinding into me gently as we masturbated each other side by side. Jill and Susie sat smiling as they waited to be sprayed with our cum. Brad moved his free hand to my nipple and pinched me gently. That sent me over the edge. My cock convulsed in Brad’s hand and large globs of cum shot out onto Susie’s face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out trying to catch the spurts of thick musky goo. Though my knees felt weak I managed to continue to stroke Brad’s throbbing meat. I was rewarded by the sounds of his moans and the site of his cock spraying Jill’s face like it was a cum hose. 

To my surprise, Brad leaned over and kissed me deeply as his orgasm concluded. Jill and Susie got to their feet and joined us in a tremendously erotic four-way kiss. Our four tongues danced around, in and out of and around our four mouths for several minutes. After rinsing off the blow job residue we jumped out for the shower, dried off and headed for the restaurant.

To be continued ……………………………..



The Beach Bus



I was a bit dingy from the sun as I climbed up the steps of the bus and worked my way to the back. The bus that would return me to the city was crowded with beach goers and there were no seats left so I stood in the aisle in the swaying mass of bodies, smelling the scent of of seawater and coconut oil as the bus lurched off down the rough dirt track that was the beach road.

After several more stops, the already crowded bus was becoming more like a college fraternity prank as more people got on and I found myself crushed between two pretty young girls in their bikinis; one dark haired with large breasts and the other, a blond sporting a tiny orange bikini beneath a see-through coverup. I was honed and tanned from working construction and a week's vacation in the surf. The young women, smelling sweetly of oil and girl sweat, eyed me appreciatively and murmured apologetically as they were pressed backwards even more tightly against me as more passengers got on. 

The bus started up once more, making its swaying, rumbling way down the beach, the back of the bus very warm from all the perspiring bodies. I had become distinctly aware of the pressure of the darkhaired girl's glistening firm body against mine just as we hit a large pothole. She lost her footing and I reached around to steady her, my palm with fingers spread against her warm tummy just above the line of her bikini. She tried to turn and smile as I held her on her feet but the crowd was too tight.

By this time I was becoming so aroused by the feel of the her body swaying against mine that as much as I tried to ignore the situation, I soon developed an aching erection which seemed, as the girl was just the right height, to exactly fit into the space between her tanned legs just under her bikinied buttocks. 

As the bus lurched and bumped down the road, she became aware of my cock as it pressed between her thighs. She gasped and turned open mouthed, just enough so that I could see a surprised but mischievous smile on her lips and with a laugh she squirmed her well rounded hips and buttocks against me deliciously, causing my cock to strain against the crease formed by her pussy and the thin nylon of her swimsuit. 

As the bus resumed its lumbering, jerking progress with the mass of people in the back of the bus crammed tightly shoulder to shouder and hip to hip, her pretty blond friend was pressed into my side and she could just see the the progress of my hand, still palming her friend's stomach as it moved downward across the darkhaired girl's oily, sunwarmed skin. The blond girl licked her lips, her jaw slightly dropped in riveted amazement as my fingertips dipped into her buddy's navel and moved under the bikini bottom to cup the girl's mound. I heard an intake of breath from the blond as I gently traced and probed her friend's slit.

The dark haired girl sagged against me and with a shrug and shift of her sandaled feet, the bikini bottom against which my cock had been straining, was suddenly gone and as the bus steadied down to a rhythmic motion, the deep vibration of its powerful engine came up through the floor and seemed to center itself in the very spot where the tip of my rock-hard penis was sliding smoothly back and forth between the girl's now hot, slippery pussy lips.

She relaxed against me, her lower body slowly undulating; the head of my penis now engaged about an inch deep in her warm, juicy cooze.

It was about that time that the bus hit the railroad tracks. 

The whole crowd fell backward with a collective gasp and the girl arched back against me as the full length of my cock slid deep into her hot slit. Her blond friend pressing against my side got just a glimpse of what was going on and she, having also lost her bikini bottom down in the press of bodies, groaned as she she straddled my hip, and ground her hot, wet pussy against my leg. The girl in front of me, now breathing heavily, was being fucked as much by the bus as by me, and as we got to the worst stretch of road, the bus lurching and rocking from one pothole to the next, my diesel-vibrated cock driving deeper and deeper into her hot juicy puss with each great bounce. As we fucked, I could look down into the face of her pretty, blond friend to my right, her eyes half closed behind dark glasses, and as her lips slightly parted, I felt her hand reach behind me to caress my swollen balls. The dark-haired girl gasped, arched her back and quivered as my hips gyrated and pumped wildly in response.

The press of the crowd was obscuring this action to all but those closest. People in front of us may have known something was going on but were too pressed in to turn around. An older woman to my left gasped in astonishment when the crowd parted just enough so that she could see a flash of the beautiful, now completely naked, dark-haired girl. The girl's bikini's top had fallen away to leave her ripe tits bouncing completely bare and I could just see the bikini bottoms which had dropped to her knee. She was bent backward, eyes closed, straining up on tiptoe, one leg lifted, every muscle taut, with my left hand squeezing her heavy, firm breast, her swollen, pink nipple pinched firmly between my fingers, my right hand spread across her quivering belly with two fingers opening her pussy to stroke her clitoris as the rumbling, lurching bus fucked and pumped my cock deep into her belly on its way down the beach road. 

The blond, watching all this, wrapped her leg more firmly around mine and moaned as the beach bus swayed and jiggled. 

Pandemonium broke loose as the bus hit an enormous pothole and went onto two wheels. My hand disengaged from the darkhaired girls thick breast and as the bus righted itself I found myself gripping low on the blond's firm, round buttock with my fingers dipped to the knuckles into her wet pussy from behind.

"Oh! My goodness!", exclaimed the older woman as the blond yelped and ground her dripping slit against my hand. The bus skidded slightly and the dark haired girl groaned and arched up convulsing as the first gush of my hot come shot into her tight young body, her tits heaving completely into view. Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Whoa!" The bus driver, trying hard to get the overloaded bus back under control, swerved sharply. The crowd shifted violently. Suddenly the dark-haired girl was gone and I was crushed belly to belly against the blond and as the bus driver applied the brakes I fell forward, my jerking, gushing cock driving deep into her hot pussy. The bus righted itself and I was torn from the blond, shooting a great arc of jizum randomly onto the oblivious nearby passengers and now facing the astonished older woman, the last of my cum spasmed and drooled into her open beach bag.

I sank to the floor in the crowd, completely spent, swooning on the smell of sex, tanning oil and the ocean, half concious until the bus reached the end of the line. 

The bus had emptied; I had missed my stop and had to walk sixteen dizzy blocks back to my apartment. 

I smelled so good I didn't wash for two days.

I love the Beach Bus.