Loading...As I looked from the ocean to my friend Carol, I wondered how much longer she wanted to stay. Our plan had been to come and hunt for guys but there weren’t any guys that interested me, although Carol never seemed to tire of pointing out ones I should approach. Walking up to a guy I didn’t know wasn’t my style. According to her this is why it had been several years since the last time I had sex. I was lost in thought when she suddenly spoke up.
“What about him?”
“Who?” I asked, as I looked around.
“Black shorts, blonde hair,” she offered.
“He’s a kid,” I laughed, “what, you think maybe he’s 18?”
“And?” she asked.
“And?” I laughed, “why the fuck would an 18 year old kid wanna see my fat ass?”
“Fat ass?” Carol laughed, “you don’t have a fat ass and you know it. You have a real body and I’m guessing that by the time he had you naked in the backseat of his car, he’d be more interested in them tits.”
“Oh,” I laughed, “you’re trying to find my dream date and now we’ve degenerated to car sex?”
“Dream date?’ she kidded, “I thought we were trying to get you laid.”
“I think we’re looking in the wrong place,” I responded.
“You’ve been saying that for three days,” she explained, “I think a guy like that would do you good.”
“I’m old enough to be his mom,” I laughed.
“Whatever,” Carol taunted me.
“I am!”
“What does that matter?” she inquired, “you’re sexy and you know it. You work out five days a week and you certainly don’t look 35. Not to mention you have the two things a guy that age wants, big tits and a pussy.”
“Carol,” I snapped, “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Maybe for one day you need to be,” she added, “now either you go talk to him or I’m gonna go talk to him for you.”
“What? I wouldn’t know what to say,” I admitted, “and before you get any ideas, I certainly don’t want you saying anything to him. God knows what kind of bad ideas you wanna put in his head.”
“No bad ideas,” she promised, “I figured I’d tell him my friend is looking for someone to get her drunk and show her a good time.”
“Nice,” I critiqued, “why don’t you just ask him if he wants to come back and fuck your friend?”
“I can be subtle,” she advised me.
“I don’t know,” I lamented, as I looked in his direction. He was rapidly moving down the beach.
“Look,” she resumed, “how about this. I’ll tell him you wanna have a few drinks but I have somewhere to go. I’m sure he’d be into it.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” she snapped, “all you have to do is have a few drinks with him. I’m sure he’ll make a move…I mean look at you,” she added, “my guess is he’s gonna do whatever he can to get his hands on your tits.”
“He’s gonna be disappointed when he sees them,” I joked as I thought about my large full breasts and how they didn’t exactly stand up straight.
“My guess,” Carol began in a playful voice, “when you’re on your back with your legs open and his cock buried in your twat and he’s got them big fat tits in his hands, he’s not gonna be disappointed.”
“Oh my god! How did we go from having a few drinks to me putting out?”
“Because guys his age can be very persuasive, they have great hands, healthy appetites for sex and foreplay and I know how a woman my age responds to foreplay. If you ask me, twenty minutes after you guys start making out, he’s got you naked!” she teased.
“Thanks for giving me some credit,” I playfully added, “what, you think because some kid starts feeling me up in a bathing suit that I’m gonna spread my legs for him?”
“I’m not saying it’s a foregone conclusion,” she corrected herself, “but we’re never gonna know if one of us doesn’t go after him.”
“I can’t,” I assured her, before adding, “and I don’t want you putting ideas in his head.”
“You know what,” Carol began as she got to her feet, “I’m gonna go talk to him. If you’re worried about what I’m gonna say then you better come with me. Its up to you.”
“Damn you,” I added, as I got to my feet. I didn’t wanna do this but I knew if I didn’t my friend would tell him something like I was looking to get my pipes cleaned. We began away from our towels, in pursuit of the guy in the black trunks. Carol had us closing at a rapid rate and as we got closer I could feel my heart racing. I tried to tell myself it was from the exertion of hurrying after him but I wasn’t having much luck convincing myself. When we were within thirty feet I realized that Carol was actually serious about this.
“Excuse me,” she called out and when he stopped after she repeated it we erased the distance in no time. He looked at the two of us as Carol resumed, “what’s your name?”
“Scott,” he answered as I looked at his smooth chest and flat stomach. In return he looked at Carol and then at me. I was wearing a conservative blue one-piece that covered everything. It did show a little cleavage but it was more how the suit covered it all that got his attention. The tight fitting suit squashed my tits down, making them look even bigger. His eyes scanned both of us from head to toe as Carol resumed, “I’m Carol and this is my friend Cindy.”
“Do I know you?’ he asked, unsure of why two middle-aged women had stopped him on the beach. My guess was he was out looking for an 18 year old with a flat stomach and firm tits.
“No,” Carol answered, “but I was kinda wondering if you wanted to do some drinking?”
“Excuse me?” he asked, caught completely off guard by her question.
“I know this is probably gonna sound weird but Cindy wants to hang out and drink but I have somewhere to be…we saw you walking by and I thought I’d ask if you wanted to hang out and have a few drinks with her.”
“Serious?” he asked, as he looked at me again. His eyes studied the bulges in my suit before he turned back to Carol.
“I told you he wouldn’t be interested,” I offered, “can we go now?”
“Whatta you got to drink?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, surprised by his question.
“I ain’t got shit to do,” he admitted, “so why not? Let’s hang out and have a few drinks.”
“I can get you whatever you want,” Carol offered.
“Whatta you think?” he asked, while looking at me.
“White wine?” I posed.
“I don’t think so,” Carol laughed, “you’re not going to a cocktail party, Scott, tell me what you want me to get.”
“How drunk do you wanna get?” he asked, as we began toward our towels with an 18 year old guy walking between us.
“I’m not much of a drinker,” I confessed.
“I am,” he replied with a laugh, “so how about you get a pint of Jager, a six pack of red bull and a 12 of Bud Light.”
I didn’t respond and once we reached our towels Carol said she would be right back. Scott and I sat facing each other and for the next twenty minutes we talked. I learned he was 18 and just out of high school. He learned I was 35, and I’d been divorced for three years. The entire time we were talking I couldn’t stop looking at his smooth chest and his abs, especially down by the waistband of his board shorts. I wasn’t the only one checking the other out. I felt a little weird having a guy his age admiring my curvaceous build but after we’d been talking for a few minutes it didn’t bother me.
“Hey Scott, did you wanna give me a hand with the beer?” Carol asked, when she got back. He nodded and without another word he got up and followed her to the parking area. They were gone no more than a minute before he returned, carrying a small cooler. He parked it behind our towels and took his seat again.
“What time are you gonna come back?” I asked.
“I dunno,” Carol answered, “ten…eleven? I’ll call you.”
I nodded and with that she walked off, leaving me behind with a guy I barely knew. Like we had before the interruption, we resumed talking, passing some time before he opened the cooler. We sipped on our beers, laughed and talked as the beach slowly emptied. After finishing our first beers, I did my first Jager bomb, a mix of Jagermeister and Red Bull. I was not a shot person but the Red Bull masked the taste of the liquor, making it palatable. We did two more shots over the next hour and by time I was ready for my third beer I was loopy. I felt lightheaded and I was giggling a lot as we talked. I wasn’t sure if I was drunk yet but after two more shots, there was little doubt. Whatever I thought about this when Carol suggested it, I had to admit I was wrong.
We were both feeling it but the extent of my condition wasn’t revealed until I tried to stand. I ended up on all fours laughing like a fool. My laughter got Scott laughing and together we hooted and hollered drunkenly for several minutes.
“Holy shit,” I babbled as I laid back on my towel, “I’ve never been so fucking drunk!”
“Me either,” my young friend added, as he leaned back on his arms and looked at the last bit of light draining from the sky. It was good that we both knew how fucked up we were but neither of us took this into account when it came time to have another beer. We’d been drinking for several hours. Despite my drunken state he had no problem convincing me to do another shot. I sucked it down like all the others and with my beer in hand I took a sip.
“Did you wanna go for a walk?” he asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I laughed, “I can’t walk. I lost that ability three shots ago!”
He didn’t ask me again and the next thing I knew I felt him pressed up against my side only a moment before he began kissing me.
“Mmm,” I called out in surprise before going silent. His body was pressed against mine, with a lot of his upper body weight pressing against my breasts. Without thinking I kissed him back. I was feeling no pain and before I knew it his hand was stroking my bare legs. I felt his tongue trying to get into my mouth and after keeping it at bay for about a minute I opened my mouth. It felt like his tongue was down my throat as we kissed wildly. It had probably been twenty years since I kissed like this. I was totally into it. We made out for a while before we had to come up for air. We sipped on our beers and after exchanging lustful stares we were back at it again, this time with me pressed on top of him. I ran my hand over his smooth chest and toyed with his partially erect nipple, as we French kissed. He responded to my advances after a short time. His hand had been caressing my smooth legs softly before I broke off the kiss and moaned passionately as his hand reached between my open legs. I wasn’t even aware my legs were open until I felt his fingers pressing my bathing suit against my labia.
He leaned up and renewed the kiss as his fingers massaged my pussy. It felt like a jolt of electricity raced through my body. Our intense make out session continued but as he kneaded my pussy he worked himself into the dominant position. I didn’t resist and like we started out, I ended up on my back with him pressed against me. The only difference was his hand between my legs. It was the first hand besides mine to touch me in three years and it felt amazing and then some. I felt myself succumbing to his will. He moved my legs further apart, until he had total access to my opening. His hand attacked the strap protecting my sex, until I had to break off the kiss. I moaned and squirmed as he had his way between my thighs. My juices were flowing and my hormones were raging. With me unable to kiss him he changed position so as he aroused my pussy with is left hand he was able to rub my tits with the other. My head was spinning and my passions racing. I was lost in lust until being snapped back to reality when I felt him pulling one of the shoulder straps down.
“Not here,” I moaned, as his hand kept after my opening.
He didn’t pressure me but a moment later he helped me to my feet. He held my arms and as he playfully kissed me and grabbed at my tits he led me away from the beach. I didn’t ask where we were going. I simply followed his lips and hands. It took some time but eventually we ended up in the parking lot. He pressed me against his car and groped my body wildly as we kissed. I was complicit and with my foot on the bumper I allowed him access between my legs. He concentrated his efforts on my clit, pressing against it and rubbing furiously. I felt like I was gonna cum at any second. I broke off the kiss and titled my head back as the amazing sensations overwhelmed me.
“Did you wanna get in?” he asked, while pressing against my pussy.
“Oh god yes,” I groaned.
He took me by the arms and led me to the back door. He opened it but before I was able to get it he pushed the straps off my shoulders. I didn’t stop him and with a tug he yanked the suit down, baring my tits. He urged me to get in and as I did he kept pulling on the suit, dragging it lower. By the time I crawled all the way in he had the suit around my ankles. When he joined me in the backseat a moment later my bathing suit was gone. By the time I got turned around, he had my legs open and my sex bared. I was on my back and his hands were all over me.
“You got some big tits,” he offered as he groped and teased them with one hand, while becoming more serious between my legs. With the suit gone he was able to get two fingers in me. He was pumping them furiously within a minute.
“Open your legs,” he urged and I complied, spreading them as far as the confines of the backseat permitted.
“I did what you wanted now its your turn,” I moaned, “take your trunks off.”
He stopped fingering me a moment later and as I purred and moaned he worked his black swim trunks down his legs, exposing his hard young cock. I beckoned him forward and as he climbed between my legs he placed his hands on my tits, pressing down on them with all his weight. I felt the head of his cock teasing my opening only a moment before I called out when he sank it in me.
I pressed my hands against the door panel above my head and braced myself as he began giving it to me. It felt absolutely incredible as his cock moved in and out my long deprived pussy. I felt every move he made and as he fucked me I began bucking my hips, shoving my pussy up to meet his cock.
“You feel amazing,” I called out after he’d been giving it to me for several minutes. My moans and shouts filled the car. I was tingling everywhere, which I knew was a portent of my upcoming climax. The tingling became a trembling in my legs a moment before I called out when a massive release of sexual energy raced through my body.
“Fuck me,” I called out in a state of ecstasy, “god damn…I want you to fuck me as hard as you can!”
Scott really put it to me as I wailed in orgasm. It was the most satisfying climax I ever remember having. It lasted a long time and as I began to come down the intense sexual high, Scott began moaning that he was getting close. Not ten seconds later I felt a hot rush between my legs as he began pumping his load into me. Again and again I felt hot lances of cum flooding into my twat until it seemed like he poured a gallon of it into me. His thrusts slowed when we was done and with a huge grin on his face he looked at me lying under him, freshly fucked and totally satisfied.
“That was incredible,” I purred.
“You felt amazing,” he admitted as he moved his hands off my tits and pressed his bare chest against mine. Repositioned against each other he began kissing me again as his erection continued to fade. Our kisses were softer and lasted about a minute before his cock slipped out of my opening. I let out a soft moan when I felt his cock leave. When he pushed himself up he looked me in the eye but he didn’t say anything. It took some doing to disentangle ourselves in the cramped confines of the backseat with a lot of the problem being how sloppy drunk I remained. It was all I could do get myself into a sitting position, which gave Scott enough room to pull his trunks on.
“Didn’t I have a bathing suit too?” I asked drunkenly.
“God damn your tits are fucking huge!” he answered, as he reached over and cupped my breast, “I couldn’t tell when you were lying down but holy shit,” he beamed, “they’re fucking incredible!”
“Not exactly Playboy tits,” I confessed, suddenly self-conscious about my large sagging tits.
“Whatever,” he countered, as he sank his fingers into my soft breast. It felt nice the way he was gently caressing my breast and it only got better a moment later when he pinched down on my areola, “damn, I’ll take tits like yours any day!”
“Ohh,” I moaned, in response to the pressure he was applying to my areola.
“You like that, huh?” he remarked, as he reached over with his other hand and took my other areola between his thumb and index finger and squeezed. He kept constant pressure on both, which kept me purring.
“Holy fuck,” I called out after a few seconds. The feelings were so intense that I was squirming around, trying to free my nipples from his iron grip, “I hope you know what you’re doing to me.”
“I know my girlfriend’s nipples get really sensitive after we have sex,” he offered, as he let off the pressure slightly and then applied it again, causing me to moan, “this makes her crazy.”
“Me too,” I purred as I leaned my head back and allowed my legs to open.
“So whatta you wanna do?” he asked, before doing the pressure release and reapply.
“You tell me,” I eked out.
“You still drunk?” he asked.
“Oh my god,” I giggled, “I’m still fucking wasted.”
“So does that mean more drinking is out?” he inquired.
“Is that what you wanna do?” I replied.
“I’m having a good time,” he beamed, as his fingers put more pressure on my already aroused nipples, “I think we should keep drinking!”
“Ok,” I agreed, “now about the bathing suit I was wearing…any idea where I might find it?”
“I don’t think it made it into the car,” he laughed.
“Would you mind?” I asked softly.
“Do you need really it?” he asked.
“I…” I stammered, “I kinda do if you wanna go back to the beach and drink…but just because I’m putting it on doesn’t mean I’m gonna have to keep it on for the rest of the night,” I added in a leading tone.
“In that case, I’ll get it for you,” he answered, prior to releasing my areolas. The moment he let them go I cupped my hands over them, resting my palms lightly against my throbbing tips. They were pulsing so intensely from his stimulation that I could feel it in my palms. Never in my life had anyone made my nipples feel this way. He gave me a huge smile as I sat there with my legs wide open and my hands on tits. I returned the smile and with that he opened the door and climbed out, without bothering to close it. I was alone in the backseat for no more than ten seconds before I heard Carol’s voice.
“Hey girl, did you lose something?”
I looked around, shocked to hear her voice. A moment later she appeared in the open door. She had a huge grin on her face as she looked at me sitting in the backseat of Scott’s car naked. In her hand she had my suit.
“Can I have that,” I asked slightly embarrassed.
“Sure,” she joked, “but you’re gonna have to come out here and get it!”
I peered out the open door as she backed away. I eased myself across the seat and as I did looked around. I didn’t see any other cars but even so I really didn’t wanna get out. I inched closer and as I turned and placed my feet out the door Carol assured me there was no one around. Even so I was self-conscious. I covered my tits and with my dark bush visible I climbed out of the car and looked around.
“Where’s Scott?” I asked.
“I asked him to go down to the beach and grab our stuff,” Carol answered, “so did you guys have a good time?”
“Yeah,” I answered with a drunken smile, as I looked blindly around the parking lot. The fact I was in the car and my bathing suit wasn’t, was probably indication enough that I had a good time. As best I could tell the only other car was Carol’s but I really couldn’t see straight.
“Oh my god…you’re fucking wasted!” Carol beamed.
“So fucking wasted,” I giggled, as I looked away from her when I saw Scott approaching. “I have no idea how many drinks I had but holy shit do I feel good!”
“So are you and Scott gonna hang out for a while?” she asked.
“I’d like too,” I answered, “so can I have my suit?”
“Hold on,” she responded, “hey Scott, were you guys gonna hang out for a while?”
“That’s our plan,” he admitted as he drew closer to where I was standing naked. It was hard to believe but I didn’t feel the least bit uneasy standing in the open without anything on, even in front of a guy I just met.
“Are you ok with it?” I asked Carol, as Scott stopped a few feet from where I was standing exposed.
“Hell yeah,” she beamed, “I’m so happy you’re having a good time, drunkie!”
“So can I have my suit now?” I asked.
“Whatta you think, Scott?” Carol asked, “do you want her naked or dressed?”
“Are you kidding me?” I snapped.
“No shit,” Scott laughed, “I want her fucking naked but if she wants to get dressed, I’m ok with that too.”
“You’re being too nice,” Carol teased him, “I’m gonna leave her here for a couple hours. Do you want her naked that whole time or not?”
“Of course I want her naked,” he replied, “but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.”
“You know what?” I began, as I summoned my courage. I knew I wasn’t gonna be dressed for long anyway, so the decision wasn’t difficult. Of course being drunk made it easier, “you keep it…Scott and I are gonna have fun so I doubt I’ll be needing it.”
Carol smiled at my admission and after we arranged a meeting time, midnight, or about two hours from now, she turned for her car with my tanksuit dangling from her hand. I watched her go and as she drove off I felt my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as she was gone Scott moved in front of me and took my right areola in his arousal pinch. While holding pressure on it that made my knees weak he began.
“I think you made the right choice.”
“Just so you know,” I purred softly, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He gave me a huge smile and as he tightened his hold on my right areola he bent down and took my left nipple in his mouth and began sucking.
“Oh god!” I called out. It was the most incredible feeling as he sucked on my swollen tip. His tongue lapped my nipple as he drew my entire areola into his mouth. It was making my legs tremble. I leaned back against the car and allowed my head to fall back until I was looking up at the sky through the trees overhead. His stimulation of my nipples gave me a feeling I never experienced before. I had never had a guy get me so turned on that I would do anything. I heard women say this about some men but I never had it happen to me but as he sucked on one nipple and squeezed the other I felt myself falling under his spell. I began moving my feet apart and as I opened my thighs his free hand advanced between my legs and homed in on my clit. Now that I was so aroused my clit had swelled noticeably, making it easier for him to stimulate it.
My legs continued to open and before I knew it he had two fingers pounding my pussy. His hard finger fucking had me screaming in desperation. His lips left my nipple but he didn’t release the one he was pinching.
“Are you ready to have some fun?” he purred in my ear.
“Yes,” I moaned, as my passions soared.
“I thought so,” he added in a raspy whisper, “so how about we head back to the beach and do some drinking.”
“Anything you want, baby” I purred.
His hand moved from between my legs right before my areola was released. His stimulation left me tingling and it was all I could do to follow him when we headed toward the ocean. It wasn’t a very long walk and before I knew it we were on the beach, close to the water. Scott spread my towel out.
“Lie down on your back,” he began.
I did as he said and a moment later I was flat on my back. He surveyed my pose and had me change it so I was propped up on my elbows. He ran his hand over my breast softly before he resumed, “put your feet on the blanket with your knees bent and spread your legs as far as you can.”
I did exactly as he said and with my legs open he moved between them and lightly stroked my soaking wet pussy. His touch felt electric.
“You’re very agreeable,” he offered.
“I can’t help it,” I purred.
“I think a woman who’s completely agreeable is so fucking sexy,” he admitted as he went from lightly caressing my lips to pushing two fingers back inside me.
“Gad damn I wanna fuck so bad,” I called out, “I can’t believe you got me so wound up!”
“I thought we were gonna have a drink,” he teased me.
“You don’t wanna fuck me,” I moaned.
“I do,” he answered, “so how about we have one drink first?”
“Ok,” I agreed in a desperate tone.
He pulled his fingers out and with me panting heavily I watched as he got to his feet and with him standing over me he began, “I just gotta run back to the car and get the cooler.”
I was about to sit up but before I could he placed his hands on my knees, preventing me from closing them so I could get up, “I want you to wait for me just like this,” he offered as he pushed my legs apart again, spreading me as far as he could. I didn’t protest and when he released my knees I kept them in place. He hurried off and when he did I allowed my head to lull back. I felt completely vulnerable, exposed on a public beach, but I didn’t allow myself to close my legs. I was alone for only a couple of minutes before Scott returned with the cooler. He looked at me lying prone on the beach before sitting down next to me.
He pulled the bottle of Jagermeister out of the cooler and after seeing how much was left he took two cans of Red Bull and poured them in. He swirled the bottle around and took a sip before handing it to me. I gulped down one big mouthful. Scott took the bottle and set it aside. With his hands free he helped me sit up and after that he got me to my feet. I had no idea what was going on as he led me away from the towels. Right now I would do anything he wanted. He led me to the water and into the shallows where the nearly exhausted waves were washing onto the beach. We were in an area that was two inches deep when we arrived and without water a moment later. Scott had me lie down on the sand with my head toward the shore and my ass toward the ocean. I had my legs the same way he wanted them on the towel. I purred softly when a wash of water rushed against my body. I had never felt anything like the way the wave made me feel. Scott pushed down his shorts and before another wave could wash against my ass he was between my legs with his cock inside me.
I groaned my approval as he sank his cock in me and with his hands holding him up he began giving it to me. I bucked my hips and urged him to give me more as my passions raced. He got me so wound up with his foreplay that I was having a hard time holding my orgasm back. I wanted to cum but we’d only been fucking for a minute. I was damn near out of my mind when my climax burst out. I began calling out wildly and pumping my hips. Scott slammed into me and the waves raced around my body. It was a sexual high unlike any I’d known. Even after several minutes I was still in the midst of a massive release of sexual energy. Scott’s pounding cock sent shivers down my spine. My climax stretched on but it began to weaken. The feelings were fading slowly and as they did my shouts of ecstasy began to diminish. Scott kept hammering away until suddenly it was hit turn. For the second time tonight his hot cum poured into my pussy. It was a second huge wad of cum and once I had all of it his hips ground to a halt with his member impaling me.
“God damn, I love the way you fuck me,” I laughed out giddily.
“I’m glad because we still have two hours,” he offered, “and poor Cindy’s got nothing to wear…I hope you know I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off you.”
“I don’t know if I’d say poor Cindy,” I teased him, “I can certainly think of worse problems to have.”
He stayed on top of me for several minutes before he got up. I was covered in sand and with my head loopy, he took my hand and led me into the water. We didn’t venture in far but we advanced deep enough for me to wash off. I couldn’t stop looking at my big heavy tits. It barely registered that I was naked in public. Even when I was running my hands over my bush it didn’t bother me one bit. I felt a freedom that I never felt before. I think part of my calm was the fact I had a sexy 18 year old standing next to me and he was naked. Scott led the way back to the beach and along the way he picked up his shorts but he didn’t put them on until we reached the towels.
“How come you put your shorts on?” I asked through a drunken grin.
“No reason,” he answered with a smile, right before he pinched down on my left nipple.
“Ohh,” I purred, “again?”
“Not yet,” he whispered, “I just wanna have some fun with you.”
“Oh god…that’s not fair,” I whimpered.
“So whatta you think Cindy?” he began in an amorous tone, as he watched himself teasing my nipples, “is this what you expected when you asked me to have a few drinks with you?”
“No…not even close,” I gasped.
“So what did you expect?”
“Nothing,” I purred, “I thought we’d have a few beers.”
“Hmm,” he grinned, as he deployed his other hand in order to put pressure on both nipples, “so it never crossed your mind that you might end up naked…not even a little?”
“Ohhh,” I moaned as the pressure increased, “god…I told you…fuck…I’ve never done anything like this before…oh, you just have no idea…how about you?” I moaned, “is this what you expected?”
“Nope,” he answered with a smirk.
“What?” I asked, as he eased up on the pressure briefly, “what’d you expect?”
“It’s not what I expected but what I planned,” he admitted.
“What you planned?” I asked softly, “what’d you plan?”
“I don’t think I wanna tell you,” he teased.
“C’mon,” I purred, “you can tell me?”
“Do you really wanna know?” he responded as he increased the pressure until I wailed in ecstasy. I was barely able to eke out that I wanted to know and once I did he resumed, “so how do you feel about oral sex?”
“You’re funny,” I purred, “is that your way of asking me to suck your dick?”
“How about this, you suck my dick and I’ll tell you,” he offered.
“I haven’t given a blowjob in a long time,” I purred, “so I might be out of practice…now how about you get them shorts off and lie back on the towel like you had me lying before?”
His hands left my nipples and once he was undressed he sat down and leaned back on his elbows with his legs bent and wide open. Our eyes met and as we stared at each other I got onto all fours and crawled toward his rock hard pole. My tits swayed under my body and they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each. I never remembered them feeling so heavy or my nipples being so enlarged. His eyes were on my tits as I crawled over him. I didn’t stop when I reached his cock but instead I kept moving over him until I was able to drag my tits over his erection. I worked them back and forth over his stiff cock and as I did I could feel him flexing himself.
“God damn, that feels good,” he offered.
I only purred and smiled as I made several more passes over his cock with my soft tits. My playful means of arousal was making him insane. He was squirming around and pushing his cock up against me as I administered my breast massage.
“So you ready to tell me?” I asked softly as I moved down his body. He grunted that he was but he didn’t say another word until my lips were wrapped around his cock. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing my tits to hang as I began moving slowly up and down his pole. I’d made half a dozen passes when he began.
“Oh damn,” he moaned, “I don’t know who you’re kidding about being out of practice.”
I brought my right hand forward and wrapped it tightly around the base of his cock before I lifted my head, “tell me what you planned…or no more blowjob…and lover, I wanna know everything.”
“Ok,” he agreed and once I had his cock between my lips again he resumed, “so when you and your friend stopped me and she said you wanted someone to hang out and drink with you, I figured it was some kind of setup. I mean, c’mon, we got blondie saying that MILFie with the big tits wants to drink with a stranger? So I’m thinking, fine, ya’ll are fucking with me so I’m gonna fuck with you. If MILFey wants to drink, then I figured it might be fun to get her shit-faced…and teach her a lesson.”
I grunted as he said it, wondering what he actually planned. I didn’t stop sucking him off to ask and I didn’t have to. My mouth on his pole motivated him to resume, “yeah so once your friend left and you had a few drinks in you, I was gonna call some of my friends to come hang out with us. Just a couple, you know, like four or five. Then we were gonna have some fun.”
“Oh my god,” I purred, at hearing his admission. It was a part of a short break I took from blowing him. I resumed a moment later and as I thought about what he said I really began putting some effort into it. It didn’t take long after I increased my pace before Scott began moaning that he was getting close. I didn’t let up and a moment later he was pumping his cum into my mouth. It had been ten years since I last gave head and I was out of practice enough that before I could trap his cum in my mouth I ended up swallowing about half of it. At that point I elected to swallow all of it. I leaned up when I was done and through a huge grin I pushed myself up onto all fours. Scott sat up as soon as he could and while looking me in the eye his hands moved under my body and lightly rubbed my nipples.
“So whatta you think?” he asked softly.
“I dunno,” I answered, still kind of shocked by his admission. I wasn’t upset and I made sure to tell him as much before asking him something, “so you really think I would have let you take my suit off if your friends were here?”
“I’m not sure,” he laughed, “but I’m thinking with enough drinks and the right motivation, you’d have done it.”
“You certainly know how to motivate me,” I moaned as he took hold of my nipples and used them to stretch my tits downward. I allowed my head to drop so I could look at my breasts under my body. He had them pulled taught, “oh god, so what happened?”
“I found out how cool you were,” he answered.
“Mmm,” I purred, “I can’t believe you would have done that to me.”
“C’mon,” he urged as he helped me change position. His hands rarely left my chest as he took me from all fours to flat on my back. I looked at the stars over head and listened to the ocean in the background. The setting was idyllic, especially when Scott began playing with my nipples again. He was seated on my side so as he playfully rubbed my nipple with one hand he slid the other over my stomach toward my bush. I was trembling with anticipation as his hand advanced and just as he reached the neatly trimmed patch of brown hair between my legs he resumed, “open your legs for me.”
I did as he asked and with my thighs parted his hand began lightly tracing circle in my pubes. He did this for a moment before he spoke up, “so just imagine, you’re even drunker than you were before and you’re lying here barely able to move,” he purred, “and there are hands caressing you everywhere,” he added as his hand moved from my bush to my soaking wet pussy. I moaned and arched my back as he began feeling my sex.
“Ummm…so am I wearing my bathing suit?” I asked softly, interrupting his oratory.
“Yeah,” he answered, “but you’re not sure how much longer you’re gonna be able to keep it on because the hands between your legs are making you crazy,” he explained as he sank his finger into my sex. I called out approvingly, “you can feel the hands on the straps, pulling them down, exposing your tits. You wanna stop it but before you can you feel the pressure on your nipples,” he added as he applied pressure to my nipple until I moaned. “This is when you realize you can’t stop it…you’re so horny that you can’t help but do what you’re told. The lower your suit slips the more anxious you become until you’re naked. You’ve been aroused for so long that you can’t help but spread your legs and once your legs are open…”
“Oh god,” I called out a second later as I began to cum. I couldn’t believe he fingered me to climax but with me cuming like crazy he kept pumping his finger and pulling my areola. His story resonated in my mind as he drew my desires out of my body with his hands. After three years of masturbation I thought I knew how to make myself get off but I wasn’t even close. I never came like I did when he was feeling me and by the time it was over I was out of breath. Scot didn’t say anything after my writhing orgasm as his hand rested on my breast.
“That was amazing,” I purred, before adding in a confident tone, “but I hate to disappoint you but there’s no way in hell I’m letting six guys feel me up much less get me naked. You got the wrong girl…now my friend Carol, she might play that game.”
“I know she’s your friend but I don’t really like her,” Scott admitted, “she’s too bitchy for me.”
“She’s gonna be so disappointed when I tell her you don’t have a group sex fantasy with her as the star,” I teased him.
“I have a different kinda fantasy for her,” he joked, “I’d like to get her drunk and fuck her brains out on the beach and then leave her there without any clothes…that would teach her a lesson!”
“So you don’t like her and she gets the fuck and run, me you like and I get gangbanged?” I laughed, probably speaking the word gangbang for the first time in my life.
“I dunno,” he chuckled before we were interrupted by my cell phone. I picked it up and saw I had a text message from Carol. My vision was barely good enough to read the message.
“Carol’s here,” I announced to Scott.
“Did you want me to go get your…” he joked, while motioning to my body. I smiled and nodded, which sent him on his way. I didn’t have any qualms waiting naked on the beach and within a coupe of minutes he was heading in my direction with my suit. He stopped a few feet away and began, “I sent Carol home. I told her I’d give you a ride.”
“Ok,” I agreed, “so whatta you wanna do now?”
“How about you decide,” he began with a grin.
“I dunno,” I giggled, “I told you I never did anything like this before.”
“Did you want some ideas?” he offered, “or better yet, how about we make it multiple choice? Would that be better?”
“Uh huh,” I snickered, completely enamored with him.
“Ok,” he began, “first choice, I wanna get dressed and chill out. Two, fuck that thing, I ain’t wearing it, I wanna drink and fuck till sunrise,” he added, making me laugh.
“You’re funny,” I giggled.
“Three,” he resumed, “I wanna wear it and get drunk with you and your friends. Four,” he continued as I smiled again, “put that thing in the car, then I wanna get drunk with you and your friends.”
I burst out laughing again and once I calmed myself I began, “are those all the choices?”
“There’s one more,” he replied, while smiling, “five, oh god baby, I’ll do anything you want…just tell me.”
I laughed hysterically again and once I calmed myself I looked him in the eye. He set my suit in front of me and as I pondered my choices he reached his hands forward and took a light hold of my nipples. He didn’t pull or squeeze them but instead he just kept light pressure on them, just enough that I knew he was holding me.
“I dunno baby,” I purred softly, “it’s a tough decision.”
“I can pick for you if you want,” he offered, while increasing the pressure on my areolas.
“I know what you’ll pick,” I purred.
“Is that so?” he asked, while gently pulling on my tits.
“Number four,” I eked out.
“Good guess,” he laughed.
“So whatta you think I’m gonna pick?” I asked as I groaned approvingly.
“The obvious choice is the first one but I don’t think you’re gonna go there,” he began, as he put a little more pressure on my nipples he resumed, “if I were a betting man, I’d say the third one.”
“Really?” I asked, somewhat surprised at his answer since I was serious considering this one, “what makes you say that?”
“Curiosity,” he admitted, “you’re wondering what might happen if you got drunk with us. What I said before got you thinking…and now you’re curious. You’re pretty sure that you won’t end up naked but you’re not 100% sure…and that’s got you to thinking.”
“Is that so?” I asked skeptically, not letting him know how close to the mark his assessment was. “What if I told you I was thinking about number three because I wanna meet your friends?” I asked playfully.
“I’d say they’re gonna be happy to meet you,” he offered, as he put a little more pressure on my tits.
I was really nervous and I didn’t come out and say it right away but after another couple of minutes of having my already highly aroused nipples pinched and pulled I spoke up, “gimmie my suit and call your friends,” I began, “tell them I wanna do some drinking.”
After spending so much time naked it felt kind of strange to be dressed again, to feel the suit pressed tightly against my tits, flattening them down as well as the lining pulled tightly between my legs. The other oddity was Scott’s friends. An hour after meeting them I was still on my second beer and they hadn’t even come close to putting a hand on me unless you counted the handshakes when I was introduced. They were surprisingly polite for a bunch of teens and about their only flaw was their inability to look at me without first looking at my tits.
“Lemme guess,” Scott began once we were alone. The guys had ventured off to pee, leaving the two of us behind, “not what you expected?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Kinda figured you’d be naked by now?” he laughed.
“Not so much,” I joked, “but I figured I’d be drunker than I am.”
“We were just getting to that,” he assured me, “I mean I told the guys you wanted to get drunk and they’ve been wondering what’s up with the delay.”
“And?” I asked, eagerly, maybe too eagerly.
“I told them when they gat back we’re gonna have you do a shot line to kinda get things started,” he advised.
“A what?”
“You’ll see,” he laughed and after taking a look around he playfully pinched at my tits. I didn’t stop him until I heard voices nearing.
Once the guys were back, Scott made his announcement but it wasn’t until he and I were walking up the beach that he explained the term ‘shot line’. I said I wanted to get drunk and this would get me on my way. In our wake the guys were spread out along the beach, standing in the shallows about every hundred feet. Each had a Jager bomb in hand. All I had to do was run to each guy in order and drink the shot that had for me. I gave Scott a big smile when we reached my starting point.
“So did you make this up for me?” I asked playfully, before we kissed softly.
:Actually no,” he answered, “I saw it on spring break,” he added, “but that shot line was like ten dudes long and all the chicks were wearing bikinis.”
“Well thank god I’m not wearing a bikini,” I laughed, as Scott put his hands on my hips and pulled my lower body against his.
“My cock is so hard just thinking about you running in a bikini,” he purred in my ear.
“Is that what this is all about?” I asked in a seductive tone as I worked my hand between our bodies so I could feel his cock. He was as hard as a rock, “or are you thinking about how drunk I’m gonna be after I do this?”
“You’re gonna be shit faced,” he promised, as I groped at his cock and after allowing me to rub and grab his erection for a minute he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “just so you know, when this comes off,” he added, while mischievously tugging on my shoulder strap, “I’m locking it in my car and you’re gonna experience your first nude sunrise…of course sunrise is four hours away but I think we can find something to do to pass the time.”
I began trembling as he said it and I was still shaking slightly when we kissed. After our lips parted he headed off to take his position in line. Scott would be the last person I got to. His shot would be the last one before my final dash to the towels. The longer I waited the more nervous I became. I was consumed with doubts but nonetheless when I heard Max, the closest guy in line to me, scream go, I forgot about my inhibitions and started running. My feet splashed in the water and I ran as fast as I could toward him. I was close enough that I could see his silhouette the entire time. I was kicking up a ton of spray and despite my tanksuit my tits were bouncing like crazy. I stopped in front of him and took the cup. I was panting heavily but with him calling for me to drink it, I sucked it down. I handed him the empty and took off. The water level rose and fell as I headed for my second stop with Max at my side.
“C’mon Cindy,” he called out, “you need to fucking pick up the pace.”
“I’m trying,” I called back. I never realized how far a hundred feet was to run until I had to do so with something shouting for me to run faster. I was out of breath by the time I got to Curtis and it was all I could do to accept the cup. The pair urged me to drink and I succumbed to their pressure since it was part of the fun. I gave the empty back and with the two of them running at my side, we headed for the next guy in line. The shots took about no time to hit me so by the time I was pouring down the third, as the guys cheered, I was starting to feel it. The water slowed my progress on the next leg and every time I slowed the guys called for me to run harder. I was starting to feel even more inebriated and as a wave rushed in, I stumbled and crashed into the shallow water. For the first time since our opening handshakes the guys put their hands on me. The grabbed my arms and pulled me up. Once I was standing they prodded me on. I was running as hard as I could but my increased laughter and decreased motor skills were hampering my efforts. I couldn’t believe I was only halfway done!
I sucked down my fourth shot and with my entourage now at four I ran for the next guy in line. Curtis and Alex were on my right and Max and Kenny were on my left as I plodded through the shallows. Their voices rang in my ears as they shouted encouragement. The depth continued to change and like I had on the last leg I ended up face down in the water before reaching the fifth guy. It couldn’t have been but a minute or two since my last fall but I felt like I was so much drunker. This time the guys didn’t pull me up but instead they stood around me and called for me to get up. I was laughing like crazy. It was all I could do to get onto all fours before falling flat on my face a second time. This brought forth more laughter and then a new round of shouts for me to get up. I spent damn near five minutes struggling before I finally got to my feet. I was so dizzy by the time I got to Will’s shot station. I took the cup and chugged the contents before handing it back and taking off. I could see Scott in the distance but long before I got there a wave wiped me out. I went down with a splash and rolled onto my back, laughing like crazy.
When I looked up after I recovered there were five guys standing over me, calling for me to get up. I struggled to get onto all fours and then upright but after a handful of steps I was down again. The guys were shouting play by play for Scott since he wasn’t there to witness me floundering in the surf. Scott was right, I was drunker than I’d ever been and I knew it was gonna get worse! It took me forever to get up and when I resumed moving there was no running. The long delay as I tried to get up allowed the shots to catch up to me, so when I set off for Scott I was staggering badly. It didn’t help having the guys jogging at my side, shouting for me to run. I was laughing like a lunatic by the time I got to Scott and the last shot of my run. I poured it down and a moment later I was lying face down in the water after falling. I was serenaded by laughter and calls to get up. I did and after managing a few more steps I went down again.
I never imagined I could get this drunk or that I would want to. Until tonight my drunk days were a thing of the past, now here I was running on the beach as six guys called for me to run faster. For a fleeting moment I imagined myself playing this game in a bikini. I also knew if I had been wearing a bikini I’d probably be topless by now. It was hard for me to take more than a couple of steps without falling down, especially with the guys moving all around me.
“How much further?” I called out between burst of laughter.
“Fifty feet,” Scott answered.
“C’mon Cindy, get up…you’re almost there!” Curtis urged.
“I can’t!” I called out, “I need help!”
“You have to do this by yourself,” Scott called out over the guy’s voices, “I told you the rules.”
I made one more try to get from all fours to my feet but with the world spinning I barely got to my knees before I fell down again. I rolled over and lying flat on my back in the shallows I burst out in laughter.
“I can’t believe I’m this fucking trashed!” I called out at the top of my lungs, punctuating my statement with some hysterical laughter. I was done and I knew it. I couldn’t see straight and I damn sure couldn’t think straight. I knew the plan was for the guys to get me drunk but I had no idea I was gonna end up incapacitated.
“Please help me up,” I begged, laughing the entire time.
My begging prodded them to act. They took my hands and hoisted me off my back. My legs felt like they were made of jell-o so standing without assistance was out of the question. I had one guy on either side of me with my arms draped around their shoulders. They had to all but carry me to the blankets. They sat me down and without additional support I fell back. Thankfully Scott was behind me so he was able to keep me from smacking my head. He helped me lie back and with my lying on my back. I had the biggest drunken smile on my face as I looked up into his eyes. He returned the smile right before his hands that had been on my shoulders came down my body and onto my tits. I was about to protest but before I could he pressed is lips against mine and began kissing me. I couldn’t help but respond to his kiss and caress. His soft lips and strong hands felt amazing.
I was so into what he was doing and before I realized it, the night was progressing lie he said it would. I went from making out with him as he felt my tits to making out with him as his friend hands roamed over my body. I was basically defenseless. My arms were straight out to the sides and my legs were open. They took advantage of both these things, especially between my legs. It felt so amazing as their hands ran up and down my inner thighs, rubbed playfully over my bush and stroked my vulnerable crotch. The combined efforts of this made sure my legs continued to open. Scott’s hands moved off my tits as we kissed but quickly his hands were replaced by four more.
When I told Scott I wanted to hang out with his friends I think in the back of my mind I knew it might come to this. Being aroused in so many places at one time, by so many hands had my passions soaring in minutes. My back arched and I forced my tits forward. It was unlike anything I’d felt before. Their hands completely controlled me and they knew it. I didn’t flinch, not even when I felt my arms being moved to my sides.
“Whatta you thin, Cindy?” Scott purred as our kiss broke off, “you ready to get rid of this?” he inquired as he pushed the straps off my shoulders toward my upper arms.
“Yes,” I moaned as many of the hands between my legs converged on the dark blue strap over my pussy. They were pressing and rubbing my pussy, as several fingers had gotten under the elastic. They were teasing my labia.
The guy worked as a team to pull my suit down. The guys at my sides pulled the strap down my arms and as they did Scott pushed his hands down the front of my suit and onto my bare tits. I leaned up to kiss him and as they bared my breasts, he and I were making out. Different hands grabbed my suit once it was below my tits so as Scott and I kissed, two sets of hands returned to groping my tits. This time Scott joined in so as my breasts were squeezed and groped he reverted to areola attack mode, pinching both and keeping the pressure on them. As if I wasn’t complicit enough, his control over me made sure I did what they wanted. I was trembling with anticipation as I felt my suit pulled past my hips and onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to be naked. The guys saw to spreading my legs once my suit was off and with my sex bared their hands returned. It felt a hundred times more intense as they felt me without the suit.
The guys were surprisingly quiet, considering the circumstances. Scott broke off the kiss but he didn’t release my areolas. With my mouth uncovered I began moaning like crazy. I was tingling everywhere and my juices were flowing. I called out when I they began fingering me. It was so much to process.
“How you doing, Cindy?” Scott purred in my ear.
“Ohh,” I moaned, as the fingering increased in conjunction with several fingers rubbing my clit.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he whispered, “you just say the word.”
“You know I want it,” I eked out drunkenly.
“Tell us,” he urged, “tell the guys you wanna fuck.”
His words sunk in and a moment later I spoke out as loudly as I could, “oh god…I want you guys to fuck me!”
They didn’t seem surprised by my admission and they didn’t react other than to tell me in low tones how bad they wanted me and how much they wanted to give it to me. I was so ready and as the all out groping wound down, I felt my legs being positioned. I couldn’t see that far but when I felt a cock entering me I knew it was Scott. He eased into my sopping wet pussy, filling me with pleasure. I could hear the guys off to my sides talking as I took his cock. He had my legs positioned with my knees bent and with his hands on the towel he began putting it to me. Even after so much great sex with him tonight his cock felt glorious, pumping steadily between my legs.
“Did you need a hand?” one of the guys asked as I felt my right leg being pulled further open.
“Thanks,” Scott answered, right before my left leg was pulled to the side, spreading my sex further.
“So I take it you really like this?” another asked, as I felt pressure on my areola. I called out as he pinched down and with my passions on the verge of overwhelming me I yelled yes. Someone joined in on the other nipple, putting pressure on my areola and forcing my engorged tip outward.
“God you have huge fucking tits,” one of them praised. I wasn’t able to speak but I did scream in passion when he began sucking on my exposed tip, while squeezing my areola. By the time they were sucking on both nipples I started calling out that I was cuming. Scott pounded my pussy relentlessly as I came, expelling so much energy. They got me so hot and now I was starting to come down, however with the attention they were giving my nipples, I continued to be excited. Scott shot me full of cum for a fourth time tonight and as he dismounted the hands on my knees continued to pull my legs apart so once he vacated my pussy I was completely spread. I was still so wound up and I only added to this when I thought about my most secret place, spread open. I could feel the ocean breeze against my burning hot lips.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to get fucked again so soon and I got my answer a moment later when Alex moved between my legs. He guided his cock into my hole and with me so well-lubed he had no problem gaining entry. He slipped deep inside me in a single thrust that made me call out. My pussy was so sensitive and once he began moving it drove me wild. No cock had ever felt this way before. I was totally aroused and my vagina was extremely receptive. His cock stoked my fires, as did the guys sucking and squeezing my nipples. It took him almost no time to give me an orgasm. I didn’t even know it was about to happen until my body tensed and I began calling out again. For a second time I experienced a tremendous release of desires. Alex gave it to me nice and steady as I came and as my brief climax began to fade, he joined me in cuming, pumping more cum inside me. I felt every lance of cum pouring into me and as he withdrew I allowed my body to relax. My back went straight and my moaning quieted.
I didn’t ask what was happening but I allowed my diminished senses to tell me. I felt the hold on my right leg changing. The warm hands that were holding me open were replaced by hands that were cooler. Alex was helping hold me open. I tried to see who was mounting me but before I could look up, I was overcome with pleasure as a fresh cock sank into my pussy. He didn’t waste any time in putting it to me and as this newest cock had its way with my sex, I felt a hand on the side of my face.
“Cindy,” Scott purred in my ear, after moving my long brunette hair out of the way, “I locked your suit in my car,” he teased me.”
“Ok,” I groaned, knowing there was no way I wanted to wear it right now and after this what did I have to hide? “Scott?” I called out weakly.
“Yeah?” he whispered.
I turned my head to the side and resumed, “god damn baby, who’s fucking me?”
“Will,” he answered.
“Oh god Will,” I called out as I reached my arms out to the sides until they were fully extended, “you feel amazing!”
“So do you,” he answered, “I can’t believe how soft your pussy is…god, your pussy feels like silk!”
I moaned and began to thrash around a moment later as another powerful wave of desire raced through my body. My back arched and my hands clenched. The intensity of this climax was so much that my toes curled up. I couldn’t contain myself. My reserved bedroom persona succumbed to the amazing sensations. My matrimonial sex never inspired me to scream at the top of my lungs, much less let it be known what I wanted. When my ex and I had sex I moaned and grunted.
“I’m cuming,” I called out, “fuck me…c’mon baby, fuck me harder!” I added. Will put it to me as hard as he could and with my tits being sucked and my legs being pulled open, I couldn’t stop cuming, “oh god…that’s the way…oh yeah…”
Will’s hard sex left me panting by the time my orgasm stopped and on the heels of my huge sexual release he let me know he was about to cum.
“I wanna feel it,” I blurted out, “lemme feel your cum baby…don’t hold back.”
His cock erupted in me a moment later. His thrusts became uneven but they were still great and they continued to be great until he was finished. He pulled out, leaving my pussy dripping cum and tingling. The guys kept the pressure on my thighs, holding me at the ready. This time, one of the guys putting pressure on my areola moved away and as a fresh set of lips began sucking hard on my swollen tip, a new cock was moving between my legs.
“Oh yeah!” I called out as I was impaled again. My pussy continued to feel extremely sensitive and it seemed that the more they fucked me the more intense the feelings, “you feel amazing!”
He grunted and began putting it to me, hard and fast. I bucked my hips and begged him for more. I still didn’t know who was in me and I didn’t ask. I took his cock and loved every second of it as he split my aching pussy with one powerful thrust after another. I was definitely starting to wear down but this didn’t prevent yet another massive release. It was every bit as intense as the ones that preceded it and as I came my brains out I screamed wildly for more. He did his best and with me getting everything I needed, he let me know he was getting close. We came together and as his cum poured into me in a series of hot waves, I clawed at the sand. My shouts began to fade as my desires waned.
“Oh god,” I muttered when he was done, “who was that?”
“Curtis,” he answered, as he pulled out, leaving my burning hot snatch vacant. The leaking cum tickled as it ran down my opening and between my cheeks. The cool ocean breeze only added to the sensations.
The change took place again, with Curtis taking hold of my leg, enabling the next cock to visit my pussy. My pussy was starting to get sore but I was still so wet that the next hard cock had no problem entering me.
“Cindy, it’s Kenny,” he announced as he began unloading on me. I called out each time he slammed me into the towel. It was the hardest any of them had fucked me and while I loved the power of his sex, it worked to his disadvantage in other ways. He put so much into giving me some serious sex that he wasn’t able to hold out very long. He did make me feel incredible but he didn’t get me to climax before he was ready. I bucked my hips and begged him for his cum as he started pumping it into me. I allowed my muscles to relax once I was vacant and they remained relaxed as I felt a different set of lips suckling my nipple and squeezing my areola. My open legs waited for Max and as he moved between them and guided his cock into my hole, I sucked in my breath. It was hard to believe I could be this desperate for sex after getting my brains fucked out for the last hour. I urged him to fuck me hard and once he was giving it to me like I wanted, I began to respond. My lust was high and my orgasm was building from the moment he entered. It wasn’t taking looking for the sensations to build to critical. I began cuming only a minute after penetration and with my body writhing and bucking he pounded my sex until I had nothing left. My body went limp and my shouts went silent. Max kept putting it to me for only a short time longer before I was pumped full of cum again.
When he dismounted the pressure being exerted on my legs abated and they were allowed to close partially. Even so my feet were spread apart and my sex was still exposed to the ocean breeze. My erect nipples were also left exposed to the ocean breeze as my areolas were given a break. I was sexually drained and my head was spinning. I felt someone kiss me softly on the lips and then after a break a different set of lips pressed against mine. In all five different guys kissed me.
“I’m gonna walk the guys back to their cars,” Scott purred in my ear.
“I’ll be here,” I moaned.
I heard the guys moving off and despite the fact I was alone on the beach I didn’t close my legs. By the time Scott returned they were even further apart.
“Sunrise is still a few hours away,” he purred in my ear, “why don’t you get some rest and I’ll wake you up.”
I agreed to this and a moment later my world went black. The next thing I was aware of was a warm rush between my legs. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. Scott and I were sitting in a pair of low beach chairs in several inches of water. The sensation that woke me was an oncoming wave rushing between my open legs.
“Good morning,” he offered, as I looked at the brightening sky. I didn’t once look around the beach to see if we were still alone. I didn’t even care. The sun was about to rise and as he took my hand and squeezed it, another small wave rushed in and flooded between my legs. I didn’t notice it at first but when I looked over I saw that I wasn’t the only one naked. As the sun peeked over the horizon I thought back to last night and I had no regrets whatsoever. We held hands tightly as the sun rose and with the light reflecting off the ocean I turned to Scott when he called my name.
“So?” he asked mischievously, “how are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I beamed, as the first rays of the sun hit my naked body. What more could a woman ask for?