0 comments/ 131447 views/ 4 favorites Lust On The Beach By: trojanman Note: For those of you who have read my stories, I write from my own personal experiences, with a little license, to spice it up. Fantasy is great, but what better way to tell about a hidden part of our secret lives, doing what we do, in private. This is another part that happened to me this July of 2001. * * * * * This is a true story. I love to sail around Pine Island, on Fishers Island Sound, which is a part of Long Island Sound, off the Connecticut coast. I'd often thought about a swim off the beach of that island...it's a quick row from my sailboat. It was a gorgeous Thursday afternoon, when I arrived at my boat. The marina was full of sailboats, glistening in the sun, silhouetted by a crystal blue sky. The marina was full of boats, devoid of people and lacking wind. Oh great! NO WIND!. After a quick stop at my boat, I grabbed my gear, and headed over to Pine Island. Today would be the day for that cool swim. I rowed over and pulled up on the tiny beach. To my delight, the island was deserted. Also, a short hop over the main beach, was another beach, smaller and secluded. Great, I thought, no crowds...equals no bathing suit. Dropping my towel and gear, I slid off my bathing suit. Just then, as it often does, a warm sensual breeze started to kick in. Have you noticed this summer's sensual breezes? Good...a quick swim and back to the boat. LET'S GO SAILING!! Hmmmmm...the warm breeze building caused my cock to become erect. The hair on my balls tickled the insides of my thighs. My nipples became hard, just like women's do. After a few cooling minutes in the water I heard some laughing and giggling coming towards MY beach. Oh oh...I'm out here swimming nude. A couple has come onto the same beach. This could be an erotic but embarrassing situation. We exchanged waves and, to my amazement, the couple stripped totally nude. They had the same idea in mind as I did. Quickly they dashed into the water. Her red hair flowing. Her breasts bounced, while the winds pointed her nipples on her torpedo tits in the right direction. She was a natural redhead. I could tell, as she had a mound of pretty red hair covering her vagina. The hair was nice and full and went to the sides of her thighs. It was the type of bush any man would want to go down to and play around with his tongue and lips. Nice and full, protecting her delicate tulip lips between her legs. He was tall and slender, with a small waist and a fair amount of body hair. His distinguishing feather was a seven inch cock. (I could easily judge that) . It was hanging between his legs, with a circumcised tip that was pinker than the shaft. He started to run with her and his cock slapped against his balls and thighs. It soon became engorged with blood flowing thru the vessels, eliciting an enormous erection. I wondered if that woman could take such a big penis in her vagina. However, I am told a woman's love tunnel is very flexible and accommodating. NOTE: I KNOW YOU ARE USING YOUR IMAGINATION, BUT GOOD, THAT'S WHAT IT'S FOR...AS THIS TRUE STORY GETS BETTER. We spent a few minutes laughing and giggling, both of us guys getting an eyeful of her tits bouncing in the water. I stroked my cock, underwater, a few times. Her hard nipples started pointing their way in the cool water. Introductions were made. His name was Peter, hers was Rusty (from the red hair, I would guess). Oh yes...my name is Gregg. After a few minutes of naked fun, the moment of truth arrived, as in life, it always does. Rusty was cold and she suggested we go ashore. Without hesitation, we said yes, and scrambled to shore. Both of us had huge erections, tho mine was a paltry six inches. Peter was still a huge seven inches. Rusty was delighted at the sight. "Okay guys, I'm glad to see you so happy", she said, "and I'm going to show you how happy I am to see those cocks of yours standing stiff". We were both delirious and trembling, as the breeze caressed us, in anticipation of her delights. "What are you going to do, honey", Peter said to Rusty. "Just never you mind, Peter", she said "You guys just turn around and stand hip-to-hip, with legs open. Face the same direction also". We both obeyed. I could feel Peter's warm hip press against my hip. It was an odd sensation, one I had never felt before. Rusty went behind us. That's when it happened. We each saw a hand reach through our legs and grab onto our balls. She played with our hair, and then began to jerk us off at the same time. She had put on some suntan lotion, which made her hands very smooth and slippery. She began to stroke our hardons, first slowly and then fast. The tanned hands and red nail polish were a visual turnon...and a real treat. "Okay guys, get those cocks up and shoot your loads for Rusty", she commanded. I was trembling to the point of weak knees. Furiously pumping us, we both got ready to shoot our loads, moaning in ecstasy. Rusty shouted, "Okay, go do it you cunt fuckers"! Both Peter and I screamed. Golden hands, red nail polish, really got us going. At that instant, we both shot our loads of milky white jizm, and yelled out in orgasm. The milky white popped out and nuzzled in the sand. Wow...easier to be struck by lightning, to have this happen, I thought. But it's true and it did happen. After shooting our loads in the sand, neither Peter nor I was finished with Rusty. The best was yet to come. Peter barked out, "Rusty, bend over and get it, you cunt". But, bending over wasn't what you think it would be. As I told you, Rusty had a build, and she appeared to be nimble and athletic. Sure enough, she was. She bent over backwards, not forward. Her hands laid out in the sand, and her head was hip level. Her tits stuck straight up in the air, and her feet were planted on the ground. She revealed the most beautiful cunt lips I'd ever seen. Peter then said, "Okay Gregg, get it any way you want...and don't be shy, she loves to get a man's natural meat inside...going bareback is fine". Dumbfounded, I put my cock inside her vagina. There was no tight entry. She was moist and ready to receive it. Peter put his cock in her mouth. We both proceeded to jerk off inside this lustful, erotic woman's holes. She started slowly, to masturbate my penis with her pussy lips, sending me into ecstasy. As I watched Peter jerk off in her mouth and fondle her tits at the same time, my member became even more stiff. It was the most intense fucking, both physically and visually and verbally. I was so turned on by this couple. But, where did they come from? After the two of us got milked, pumping and furiously ramming her, cum filled her mouth and trickled down her thighs. I got to lick her inside thighs. Peter got a full mouth kiss and the cum was passed back to him. A little exhausted, we stepped back and laughed and giggled. Just like kids. But, the fun wasn't over. "C'mon guys, don't get soft on me", Rusty said, "girls just wanna have fun...like me". Peter and I looked at each other. She wanted more. Peter exclaimed, "Okay Rusty, what's the plan"? "Bend over and grab your legs", she laughed. "Okay guys, smile for the doctor. Yes, the doctor is in". (That's a nautical term, used at the summer olympics, in Freemantle. Remember?) Her "doctor" was another sort. Instantly, we both got a finger in the ass, stroking it to keep our erections alive. Imagine what it looked like. Rusty used some her cum juices to lubricate her fingers, and it served the purpose. Both our erections were full blown, with blood rushing through the veins. I glanced at Peter. It was apparent that he and Rusty had done this many times before. He had an intense smile of pleasure and lust on his face. Rusty screamed for us to finish her off. "You fuckers, finish me off with those cocks of yours", she screamed, "fuck me, now, and hard". I'll never forget what happened next. "Okay Gregg, go get it", Peter yelled. Rusty was a real gang banging cunt.. Something told me this wasn't her first time. I laid down on the sand, with my erection standing stiffly up in the wind. Rusty lubricated it with some of her own cunt juices. At this point, I told her to sit on my cock, but to put it up her ass. She did as I asked, "oh my god, it's ripping me up". "You don't fool me bitch, I know it is what you crave", I said. And I was right. In the meantime, as my dick pushed its way in, Peter was able to get down on his knees, and proceeded to ram his tool in her cunt. It wasn't hard to do, as she was facing away from me, but lying on my chest. My hands were clenching and twisting on her nipples. He got down just low enough to slip it inside her love tunnel. He was really close to her, so the position wasn't hard. To my amazement, I could feel his penis rubbing up against mine, separated by only a small amount of tissue. Now, this is really what happens when a woman is getting it in both holes at once. You can actually feel the other guy's cock rubbing up on yours...what a feeling!!! "Holy shit, give it to me, you fucking bastards", the bitch screamed out. And we did, for about ten minutes of rocking and dick fucking. Both Peter and I were really talking dirty to her, and thrusting our members simultaneously. We were actually able to cum all at once, all three of us, and we locked together at the point of orgasm. It's hard for me to describe the feeling. You can only imagine it. Stretching her pussy and asshole at the same time...wow!!! It was quite a sight. We both continued fucking, his dick rubbing alongside me, and again had an intense orgasm. You can do that easily, with two cocks rubbing against each other inside a woman's pussy...melting it into sweet juices. After five minutes of hard humping, all three of us came into orgasm. Then, we laid on the beach, being caressed by the wind and sun. Wind???? Yep...time to go sailing. We got up, put on swim suits and went back to the first beach. We said goodbye and jumped in our dingys. I rowed back to my new Catalina sailboat and I found out where they came from. On the jetty that covers the East side of the marina, is a string of beach houses. At the end of the jetty, is a tiny white house with a red roof. Yep, your idea, and my idea, of a tiny shack at the beach. One bedroom, one level. Yes, the white house with the red roof...but that's my next story. I hope you enjoyed this true story, and I would love to hear from you. Please send me an email soon and, please vote. Caio Lust on the Beach On a hot steamy night in Daytona Florida, I decided to take a walk down by the beach, on my way home from work. I could see in the distance someone lying on the beach but I was to far away to make out if it was male or female. As I walked closer, I realized my eyes were staring at a woman lying naked on a blanket on the beach. I could tell she was very hot her skin glistened in the sunlight. She was lying in the sand with nothing on but an ankle bracelet with a glass of champagne in one hand and a bowl of strawberry's lying next to her. I kept rubbing my eyes thinking I must be dreaming only she was real. Wow! I thought to myself, my dreams have come true. She looked amazing.... she was gently caressing her breast with one hand and her hair was flowing over the other breast. My eyes were focused on her nipples. Her nipples were tantalizing and erect. My body ached go and touch her but I tried to keep my distance not knowing how she would react with someone there watching her. I could feel an erection coming on from watching her caressing her breast. The pulsating sensation in my pants was going beyond what she may find acceptable in today's society. She proceeded to slide her hand down her body. She didn't notice me at first and I started walking towards her not realizing that I was getting closer. When she did notice me she asked me to please join her. You could smell the salt from the ocean. I sat next to her on the blanket; my cock was bulging in my pants just wanting to come out. She reached up smiling and starting to unbutton my shirt as she rubbed the hair on my chest. She then proceeded to unzip my pants; my cock was in agony now longing for her. I reached up to softly touch her breast and could hear her moan with delight. She wanted me and I knew that...I was thinking maybe the alcohol was the reason but at this point I didn't care. I knew I wanted her just as badly. I gently caressed her firm breast with one hand and the other hand was exploring her wet snatch. She was so moist that I knew she would not mind if I went and took care of a hunger that I needed to satisfy. So I went down to her moist pussy and began to lap up the juices. She was so moist I had wondered how long she had been lying on the beach. My tongue was exploring inside her and looking for that G spot. Then I would pull my tongue out and swirl it around her clit. I wanted her to cum so I could satisfy the hunger that I was feeling. I reached up and grabbed her nipples and began gently pinching them. My entire body was now in agony and I wanted to take her now, but I knew I had to be patient and then she would take me. She moaned with pleasure. I then thought about that bowl of strawberries that she had lying beside her. Her nipples were erect and taking a guess would say they were just under a 1/2 in long. I worked my way up towards her belly kissing and caressing. I finally sat up to tease her and grabbed a strawberry and let her taste a tip of it while using the rest on her nipples. The sensation of the texture must have been exciting to her because she grabbed me and started feeling for that hard cock that had been longing for her for what seemed an eternity. Her soft hand wrapped around my throbbing cock was escalating my desire to take her to a place she would never forget. She pushed me on the ground and began to kiss me softly down my chest. Down to the tip of my cock she began kissing, her tongue lashing the tip of my penis. She was hungry and slowly placed the head into her wet lips. She began to use her hand with an upward stoke while her tongue was licking every last drop that I had. I tried not to be too impatient and shove my cock deep into her throat. I lay there waiting for her to take it down as far as she could. She only continued to swirl her tongue around and make my cock so wet that her hand slide with ease up and down the shaft. I was blindly grabbing for her soft breast. She began to moan with my cock deep in her mouth and gave a vibrating sensation. I knew if I did not pull out then I would not make it through to do what I wanted so badly to do. So I gently pushed her away and pulled her close to me. Taking a strawberry began at the top and worked my way down. Rubbing on each nipple...she had responded very well to this. So I decided to take it one step further. I slide the strawberry down her stomach then proceeded to dribble champagne at the same time. Her nipples looking enticing she drew her stomach in and took a deep breath. As I proceeded to lick the champagne off and move on down to the nice wet lips of her hot and juicy pussy. I grabbed another strawberry and inserted it into her pussy as my tongue swirled around her clit. My tongue was licking gently over the clit and down to the strawberry dipping my tongue deep into her pussy. She was screaming with excitement. Tongue pushed way into her pussy and dug out the strawberry. Now I had her where I wanted her so I turned her around and inserted my hot cock into her dripping pussy. I began to thrust with all my might balls slamming on her pussy. I wanted this to last forever. She then ran her fingers down her body again and began to masturbate while I was pumping away. After about 10 min I pulled out and placed into her lips again and before I knew it cum was shooting. She was licking me clean I knew I had found the woman of my dreams. Lust on the Beach This story is about Viona, the cat-girl I always write about. It's related to the other stories, but you don't need to read them in order to understand this story. I had this posted on Literotica before, but every time I read it again, I grew more dissatisfied with it. So I took it down and rewrote it; this is the second, final version. Hope you like it. An important note: Viona, the main character in this story, is a Nekomimi; a human with a few catlike features (most importantly: furred ears, tail, claws and the ability to purr). This story does not revolve around these characteristics, though. If you have never read stories about so called "furries" before, maybe this one will be able to ease you into liking them. Who knows... ;) --- Reaching out from under my blanket with an arm, I spent a second or two searching for my mobile phone, before finding it and turning off the alarm. Time to get up, I guess. I never enjoyed this part of the day very much. It wasn't until then that I opened my eyes and threw the covers off. I rolled over onto my front and stretched my legs for a few seconds, then arched my back and thrust my rear up a bit while stretching my arms. No cat can get the day started without this routine. I yawned and lay quietly for another lazy moment, before standing up and hopping out of the bed -- barefoot and naked, except for a small golden loop through the tip of my right ear and a wedding band around my left ring finger. I took a quick shower, and went downstairs without getting dressed. Else than my sister, nobody would see me anyway. Probably. I guess it's best to describe myself before proceeding to the story itself. I'm a rather tiny girl, being 5'4" tall and weighing 112 pounds, yet I have no issues getting people's attention, often turning many heads when I'm walking down the street. I tend to be quite happy about subtly displaying my 33C-25-34 figure, and even though people seem to love my breasts, the main thing that makes them stare and wonder, is my hair. Its natural colour is brown, but I've been dying it cotton candy pink for some time. Obviously, nobody ever fails to notice me because of this. Along with my hair, I keep my ears and tail pink, too. That's right; I'm a cat-girl, and although my body isn't furred, my ears and tail are. My ears are quite large, even, and I have the ability to perk them to the top of my head, or droop them slightly so that they hang down the sides. Other than these, my prominent catlike features are my claws, my ability to purr, and the soft paddings on the soles of my feet. I never wear shoes for my claws feel uncomfortable in them, so this last feature comes in very handy. Anyway... "Morning!" I called out while hopping down the stairs. Silence answered. With a shrug, I walked into the kitchen and found my twin sister's note, saying that a friend had picked her up early for a day out. Thanks for mentioning that earlier, Lily. I never liked waking up to an empty house. I shrugged off this thought, and smiled to myself while grabbing the first thing I could find to eat: a bowl of cereal with ice cold milk. Soy milk. Cow milk gets my stomach upset. One of the less lovely perks of being a cat. Normally, I would have changed into my workout clothes and gone outside for a run, but that wasn't really what I was looking for today. I had already seen the sun gloriously lighting the skies, and it had looked incredibly warm outside. Way too warm for a run. No, I'm not lazy. So the plans were changed. Working out had to make room for lazy leisure; a day by the lake would be perfect. It barely took me a few minutes to get into a modest, red bikini, and to put on a sundress of the same colour. I grabbed my beach bag after stuffing it with whatever I was going to need and walk out of the door. As soon as I walked out, I realized it was already an incredibly hot day, at 10 AM. My lips curled up into a smile, and my hand reached into my beachbag and pulled out the black sunglasses. Despite the warmth, there weren't many people out, but my own explanation for this was that most people were probably hiding from the sun, preferring shadow instead. I couldn't blame them, of course; part of me already wished I had stayed at home. I kept going though, determined to have a nice day out. See, I told you I'm not lazy. The lake and its little beach were only a five minutes walk from where I lived, so I could return at anytime if I pleased to. Moreover, hot days like these were rather rare in Belgium, so I was determined to get rid of my exceptionally pale, almost white skin. For what I knew, tomorrow could be a rainy day. Now, when I mention a beach and a lake, don't imagine too much. The Meuse's water forms some tiny lakes here and there, and artificial beaches have been made at some places to attract tourism. They're very popular during the highschool holidays, but otherwise they're often deserted. Today was a Saturday in May, and the beach was indeed lifeless except for myself. Appreciating the privacy this granted me, I smiled to myself and picked a nice spot to sprawl my beach towel out on, before sitting down on it. I glanced over the beach once more, and saw that there was a beach bag about 60 feet from where I was sitting. Its owner was probably out in the water, or buying a drink in the bar. Either way, I was probably not truly on my own. Little did I care, though! I slipped out of my dress and lay down on my back, immediately closing my eyes to think for a while. I had brought half a liter of water, which would probably not be enough for the day. Moreover, I didn't bring any food, so I'd definitely have to get up in an hour or so and visit the cafés and snackbars. Wish I wasn't this forgetful. I didn't even bring a book. A few minutes after having lay down, I was purring softly and dozing off, when suddenly startled by a male's voice. "Hey there." I opened my eyes, immediately glad that I had kept on my sunglasses. The sun was beaming powerfully even through them, and I was squinting my eyes half closed while trying to look at the person who had walked up to me. It was a man, probably about three years younger than me, and only a few inches taller. He was wearing black swim trunks which just covered is knees; the rather long type. In his hands were two cans of beer, one of which was opened. Either he was an alcoholic, or he was being very nice unaskedly. I gave him a faint smile, although it probably looked more like a grimace, thanks to the sun shining straight into my very sensitive eyes. "Good morning," I said, bringing a hand up to shield my eyes from the sunlight so that I could give him a better look. He was holding out one of the cans to me, so I smiled and sat up to accept it, feeling very pleasantly surprised. "Oh, thank you! How much-..." I began, but I was cut off midsentence. A very nice way to meet somebody new. "It's nothing. Do you mind if I sit down?" "Oh no, go on!" I was, in fact, not just surprised by the free beer, but even more so by his friendliness. Cat-people like myself aren't very common where I lived then, and they are still subject to a lot of racism. Finding a job is next to impossible, unless it's as a strip dancer in a club. Needless to say, I didn't have a job myself, for this reason. We introduced ourselves to each other, and started having some small talk. I learned that his name was Chris, and that he was 19 years old -- indeed three years younger than me. A pleasant surprise; I'm usually terrible at guessing people's age. Apparently, we had been in highschool together, and he remembered my face, unlike the other way around. "I suppose people like me catch the eye a bit more," I said, shrugging in response to this. "I guess. Though you're probably thinking about the wrong reason." "Oh?" The reason always seemed to be fairly simple to me. During my six years in highschool, there had been a total of four people like me in school. All four of us had been female, and all had been world famous in the entire school of over 1,000 students. We were like celebrities, simply because they weren't human; we were commonly referred to as "kitties". And even though everybody avoided us, everybody always knew every little detail about us. I can't say I enjoyed it, but I learned to live with it throughout the years. I was lucky to have my twin sister, too; it must have been much worse for the other two cat-girls who had nearly no friends, and not a single very good friend. "You don't know, do you?" Chris responded to my wordless question. "What do I not know? I'm a kitty, is that what you mean?" This was getting annoying. I didn't like being reminded of these times, and if he was trying to hit on me by acting mysterious, he was not doing a good job. "No, that's not it. It'll probably sound weird to you." "Then what is it?" I had to resist rolling my eyes at him. Chris had been facing away a bit, seemingly looking out to the beach. Now he turned his head and looked me in the eye with a thoughtful smirk. Just tell me, will you? "The guys didn't call you kitty, Viona. They called you fox." "Fox? But I..." It then dawned upon me, and I couldn't help but laugh softly, curiously tilting my head. "Very clever. I hadn't heard that one before." "I'm being serious!" Chris responded, defensively holding up his hands. Shaking my head in a disbelief, I listened as Chris explained that I had been considered to be one of the better looking girls in school, after the dreadful jokes about bestiality had died down. Chris' story was simultaneously funny and flattering, and I caught myself blushing several times, although I had sunglasses to hide behind. What is it with me? Always flaunting every curve I have, yet bashful when I'm told about it. When Chris finished talking and I had stopped shyly laughing, a few minutes of silence followed. I just sat and stared at the lake, wondering how life had been in case my looks had been able to make people accept me as a person. Maybe I'd still be in college. Maybe I'd have gone to university. Maybe, even, my mother would have loved me. I was suddenly snapped out of my daydream when Chris stood up and stretched. "I'm going to get some food," he said. "Oh wait! Could you quickly help me with my sunblock?" I quickly responded. I have no idea where I got the nerve. He turned back towards me and smiled. A verbal answer wasn't needed, and I quickly took the tube of sun lotion from my bag, then handed it to Chris before lying down on my front. Chris kneeled down beside me and without saying a word, he unclasped my bikini top before brushing the straps off my back. I responded with a thoughtful smile, but did not protest, since I would have done it myself if he hadn't. What followed felt incredibly good. A man's hands can feel so amazing sometimes. Chris wasn't lingering anywhere, but he skillfully turned the situation into a superficial massage. Inevitably, a loud purr started rolling out from my lips, which only grew louder when Chris hit the right spot now and then. He constantly remained very respectful, although he apparently couldn't help but give a quick, gentle squeeze here and there. When he finished, he eventually got up and left to get food, like he had intended to. I took my solitude as an opportunity to relax some more, and completely removed my bikini top before closing my eyes. A dull feeling of sleepiness hit me not much later, and I entered a trance of being half asleep. I thought about my years in school some more, and wondered whether there was any chance to meet the other "kitties". One had been five years older than me, the other four years, and the third was my own twin sister. My slumber was abruptly aborted when I felt a prod in each of my sides. I flinched lightly, and when I opened my eyes and turned my head to look, I saw Chris standing over me with a big smile on his face. "Good morning again, Viona," he teased. Letting out a soft sigh, I formed a pillow below my head with my arms, lazily laying my head down again. "Thanks, I guess." Chris had apparently found my reaction amusing, and poked my sides again with a fingertip each. I responded with another flinch and turned again, holding a hand to my right breast to conceal it a bit as it came from the ground for a second. "Hey, what's that for?" I asked. I realized I was feigning discomfort in my tone despite the grin on my lips. "Oh, nothing," he nonchalantly responded. The next thing I knew, he was promptly sitting down on my ass, with my body between his legs. He wasn't resting his weight on me, but it was obvious he was there. I was rendered quite helpless in this position. Having taken off my top, I couldn't just roll over to push him off, and I knew that he was trying to tease me, which meant that he wasn't going to listen in case I politely asked to take a more convenient chair. I just let out another sigh and looked up at him over my shoulder. He had his arms crossed, and was now looking at me mischievously. Then after a few more seconds of silence, he brought his hands down to my sides, ready to start tickling. Oh god, not this... The moment was noticeably loaded with suspense. I was aware of how little I could do in this situation; all I'd be able to do was to ask him not to tickle me. And in case he would do it anyway, my only choice would be to roll over on my back to push his hands away, but this meant he would get to see my breasts; something I had not particularly planned to happen. Instead of tickling me, though, Chris decided to teasingly prod my sides a third time. Yet again, I gasped and jumped a little, and quickly grabbed his wrists, trying to pull him away with the little power I had from this position. At first, I seemed to succeed, but I could then feel feel him effortlessly pulling his hands free from my grasp, and rest them on my waist. He began softly kneading his fingers into my skin, and I lifted my body and turned an inch or two, giving him an unobscured view of my right breast's side as I tried to push his hands away. "What's wrong, Viona?" he teased with an obvious smirk. He was immediately moving his hands back to where they had been, each time I clumsily pushed them away. The way he did this made it very obvious that my resistance was completely futile. "Come on, stop that." "Stop what?" His smirk grew wider, and he finally used his fingertips to tickle my right side. I turned my body yet a little bit more than before, and pushed his hand away. More of my breast became visible for a split second, and judging from Chris' widening eyes, he had seen more than he had expected to. Finally, he moved his hands away and stood up, with an almost teasingly innocent smile. "I'm going to go in the water for a bit. See ya later," he added, before turning away and dashing off to the lake. I chuckled softly as I saw his body gradually sinking into the water, eventually disappearing in it completely for a second or two. Flees like the wind once he gets to see a boob. What is wrong with this guy? This gave me some very welcome liberty. Chris was at least fifty yards away from me now, so I was able to sit up without having to care about him seeing very much. I searched through my beach bag, and pulled out my spare bikini top; this one was one with strings instead of straps, which would only leave very thin tan lines on my back. In case I'd end up getting a tan, of course. I put it on and looked around for a second, before standing up and walking off into the water as well. I quickly joined Chris in the cold, fresh water, finally taking a very refreshing dive in it. When I emerged my head from the water, I glanced at the beach once more. It was deserted, so it was quite safe to stop caring about my bag and towel for a while. Swimming further into the lake, I looked at Chris again. He was enjoying the water by himself for a bit, giving me the chance to do the same. Despite his teasing, it seemed like he really was a thoughtful and respectful guy. "I'm going to sit on the raft for a bit," I told him, and I received an acknowledging "okay" in return. The raft in the middle of the lake was a curious thing. During summer, teenagers always tried to be the first ones to claim it in the morning, only to be joined by their puppy lovers later to cuddle all day -- in plain sight. Nobody ever did anything active on it, and as far as I knew, children were actually not even allowed to swim that far into the lake. I climbed onto the small raft, and sat on its edge, my feet dipping in the water while I looked around for a while, enjoying the sight of the calm water below me. My eyes then fell on Chris again. He was about thirty yards away from me, and paying me no attention as he seemed to be searching for something on the bottom of the lake. I could repeatedly see him taking a breath before disappearing under the water. After a few times, he stopped doing this, and I decided to call out to him. "What's up down there, Chris?" I said, loud enough for him to hear. "Just trying to see how deep it is." Such a child. Did I do things like that when I was nineteen? "Did you find out?" "Nope, too deep. I suppose it's five metres or so." Chris gave it a shrug, and started swimming towards the raft. I moved away from the ladder a foot or two, allowing him to climb up onto it. To my surprise, Chris didn't actually join me on the raft. Instead, came to rest in front of me, suspending himself in the water and smiling up. "Are you going to dry up? You know you'll have to swim back, right?" I nodded, then curiously cocked my head as I thought it over. Indeed, I'd have to swim back, and I would probably look up against getting wet again after having let the sun dry my skin. Shrugging and nodding, I smiled at Chris and let myself slide back into the water. "Actually, the water does feel good. It's great when it's calm." Chris agreed, then asked about my plans for the day. We slowly swam back to the beach while the I told him about my intentions to just relax all day long, and take the opportunity of the day to get a tan. "Now if you behave, I'll be able to continue tanning my back," I said playfully. "I'm not sure if I can." We both laughed, and I splashed some water against Chris' face. When we returned at my towel and bag, I sat down again, and Chris right next to me. A few minutes of silence followed. It wasn't awkward; both of us were just taking in the atmosphere again for a while, without needing to say anything. I wanted to lie down on my front after a few minutes, so Chris stood up to give me some room on my towel. He finally spoke, now. "Don't you tan your front, too?" I laughed and shook my head. "I do that in my backyard, when nobody's watching." Chris returned this with a laugh of his own. He seemed to be hiding disappointment as he looked down, avoiding eye contact. I rolled my eyes this time, and reached for my tube of sun block. "Would you mind helping me out one more time?" "Oh, sure. Gladly." He smiled again immediately and took the bottle. Instead of sitting down next to me, he now straddled my ass. I smirked and lifted my tail behind his back, softly tapping his shoulder with its tip, which apparently surprised him a bit. "Don't tickle, okay?" His only response was a smirk and a nod, before untying my top and letting the strings fall off my back. I hesitated for a few moments, but eventually decided to trust Chris. Instead of keeping the top on below my chest, I now untied the string behind my neck, too, then briefly lifted my body to move my bikini top away, laying it down next to me. Afterwards, I formed a pillow with my arms again, and relaxed when I felt his hands touching the back of my shoulders. Lust on the Beach Once more, I was unable to hold back a soft purr, rumbling through my throat and past my lips. His way of applying the lotion to my skin was gentle, but he turned it into a soft massage again. I relaxed completely and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his surprisingly soft hands on my skin. I could feel him becoming a bit more courageous, though. The previous time, Chris had thoroughly done my sides, but not the side of my chest. This time, I could feel him including this part of my body, too, and his fingers occasionally flicked over the side of my breasts. Perhaps I should have stopped him, but they way things were proceeding felt incredibly nice. I've always liked being a flirt, and this was definitely part of it. The first time this happened, I flinched and let out a soft hiss, which Chris seemed to interpret as disapproval. The second time was a minute or two later, and this time, I deliberately didn't react. From that moment, his fingers started wandering over the sides of my breasts more often, and he even tried to squeeze his finger in between my breast and the towel I was lying on. I knew he was trying to get a reaction from me, but I left him guessing. After a few more minutes, he suddenly took things into a whole different direction. His hands moved up to the front of my shoulders, and I briefly lifted my body to allow this to happen. I initially thought he wanted to squeeze my shoulders as part of the massage, but then I felt his hands moving down, forcing their way in between the towel and my chest. I tensed up, but after a few moments, I gave in and lifted my shoulders just an inch. He seemed to have reached his goal now. He slipped his hands further down, and gently cupped my boobs. A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I felt him starting to massage my chest. His fingers softly kneaded into the flesh, and he occasionally trapped my nipples between two digits each, making me give a light squirm of delight. God, he was good at this. For a moment, his hands remained motionless on my breasts, and I could suddenly feel his warm chest pressing softly against I back as he lay down. I turned my head and opened my eyes, then felt his lips brushing against my own. I didn't hesitate, and gently responded the kiss, purring softly into it. In fact, I'm not a very difficult person to kiss. I'm not extremely picky about looks or personality; much more important to me is whether the other person is confident, and whether they can show me that I'll have a good time if I give in to their seduction. I wish more people knew this. Chris had been playful, yet very respectful, and by voluntarily letting me go when he had been tickling me, he had shown me that he wasn't just lusting over me. As we kissed, I could feel his hands massaging my breasts again. They were terribly sensitive, and it took him very little effort to make me close my eyes and start letting out soft coos and whimpers of pleasure. My nipples became even more sensitive as they grew stiff, and I could feel him lifting my body after a while, then rolling me over on my back. Needless to say, I didn't stop him. I also did nothing to shield his view of my breasts. As I looked at him sitting up on my hips, I saw a warm smile on his lips, and further down, a very promising bulge in his trunks. I smiled back at him, and felt his hands moving back up over my breasts. Another quiet moan left my lips, and I couldn't help but quickly look around, hoping that no other people could see us. Obviously, we were still on their own, and this made me decide to drop my worries. I saw Chris lowering his body on top of mine again, and his hands left my breasts when we kissed a second time. Lips now parted on both sides, and tongues met each other, rubbing and caressing one another in a sensual dance of lust. I wrapped my arms around Chris' body, and held him close, pressing my own body up against his. I had been unsure of how far Chris wanted to go, but when I felt him starting to grind his hips against my own, I knew he was just as eager as I was. My hands slid down over his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him close against myself and pressing his noticeable erection against my crotch. This seemed like a good time to show him that I needed him, for more than just a breast massage. Meanwhile, Chris' lips left mine, and began slowly inching down my chin and neck, towards my chest. He planted soft kisses, nibbles and licks along the way, leaving a small coat of glistening saliva on my skin. I wasn't doing anything to stop him, and I slid my hands up, rested them on his shoulders and started gently pushing him down, eager to feel his lips on my breasts. He didn't protest at all, and eventually moved his face over my left breast, straight towards the nipple. I tensed up in anticipation but when he was about to touch it, his movements changed though, and his tongue started circling around my needy areola. I blushed and laughed softly at this in short lived misery. It only took Chris about ten seconds of teasing before fully taking the nipple and its areola into his mouth. He started sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it, and I was reduced to a writhing mess of moans, my claws softly pressing against his shoulders as I held him close. While I allowed myself to fully surrender to his touch, Chris was still looking for more. His hand came to rest on my belly, and slowly sneaked its way downwards, his fingers quickly slipping into my bikini bottoms, brushing over my moist lips. I let out a frantic moan, and looked down at his face. His eyes glanced up and met mine, and I gave him a coy smile of approval. The next thing I felt was incredible. I had guessed that Chris wasn't inexperienced, but his skill surprised me. I felt my nether lips being parted by two careful digits, then a third finger slipping in between to tease my inner labia and clitoris. At this level of arousal, my clit tends to poke out completely from its hood, leaving it incredibly sensitive. I let out a soft moan and arched my back, letting my eyes fall closed again in pure delight. I didn't need to tell Chris how good it felt. He then moved off my body, and I felt his fingers and lips leaving my pussy and breast. Opening my eyes again, I curiously looked up at him and bit my lower lip, my hand reaching up to remove my sunglasses so that I could look him straight in the eye. Chris wasn't going to stop, though. He sat up on his knees, closer to my face, and I knew what he was looking for. Without hesitating, I hooked a finger in each side of the elastic waistband, and pulled his trunks down. A soft gasp escaped my lips when his erection rose and pointed towards the sky once it was released of its confines. He seemed to be around the average size, about six or seven inches long, and it was a beautiful sight to the me. I was just as needy and turned on as he was. He could probably tell from the moisture he had felt in my panties. I greedily moved my hand up and grabbed Chris' cock. I pumped it slowly, moving my hand up and down as I smiled up to Chris. "Too bad you never talked to me in highschool," I teased, before sitting up and quickly taking his tip between my lips. It felt incredibly warm, and the flesh was rock hard while his skin had a very soft touch to it. Lowering my lips, I slowly took his length into my mouth and heard his moan for the first time. When I felt his tip touching the back of my mouth, I tilted my head to a more comfortable angle, and slowly slipped him into my throat for a short moment, before sliding him out of my mouth again all the way. When I looked up at his face once more, I saw his eyes had closed, and he was panting softly, his lips parted just a tad. His hand moved to the back of my head now, slowly urging me back onto his engorged cock. I readily gave him this favour, and this time began moving my lips up and down on it, sucking gently on it in an effort to get him fully ready, but not too close to an orgasm yet. While I continued busying myself with his cock, Chris decided to reach down and slide a hand into my bottoms again. I parted my legs once more, then changed my hind and held them together, just enough so that he'd be able to pull my bikini off. Apparently, Chris immediately understood, and slid it off in one quick motion, leaving me naked and completely exposed to him. His fingers found my pussy again, and this time, he slid one into me, way more quickly than I had expected, and I let out another moan onto his dick. Chris started fingering me steadily now. He was a short, thin guy, and his fingers weren't as thick as most men's, making them feel incredibly smooth and soft. After sliding his middle finger in and out a few times, he added his index finger, which made me start squirming my hips, grinding myself against Chris' plunging digits. Another soft moan escaped from my lips, and I started sucking more intensively on him while also increasing the pace at which I bobbed my head up and down. This led up to the point where I could feel him tensing up a bit more, and his low, semi-suppressed grunting showed that he wasn't far from having an orgasm. I slipped him out of my mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting my lower lip and his cock for a few seconds, before I licked my lips clean and smiled up at him. He understood and apparently appreciated my intentions, and pulled his own fingers out of my sex. I was dripping wet for him, and as I lay down on my back again, I spread my legs once more, inviting him to have his way with me. Chris moved quite quickly; he repositioned himself so that he was sitting on his knees between my legs, then grabbed his cock and pointed it towards my pussy. Leaning forward, he teasingly rubbed his tip against my folds for a few seconds, then held it against my entrance and slid it into me, ever so slowly. Once more, I couldn't suppress a long moan. As Chris started slowly sliding in and out of me, I closed my eyes, my fingers curling, my own claws digging lightly into my palms. Chris lay down on top of me after a while, his lips searching mine while he fucked me, slowly but in a very steady rhythm. I eagerly moved an arm around his back to pull him closer, and returned the kiss. My lips parted and our tongues once again found each other in a passionate dance of lust. When we had been kissing for a few minutes, Chris began moving more quickly, and lifted himself to change the angle at which he plunged into my pussy. In his new position, his length was constantly grinding against my clit, which made me start squirming and writhing below him, moaning out loud into the kiss. He really was skilled at this. It only took a minute or two more before I hit my orgasm. Dragging my claws down his back to form superficial scratches, my pussy clenched down on Chris' cock, as if trying to milk it. Chris started fucking me yet more quickly in response to my orgasm, and it wasn't long before I felt him slamming against me, then letting out what almost sounded like a growl when he spilled his warm seed inside me. I moved my hands to his ass, and pulled him into my sex yet deeper, letting out another delighted moan. Fuck, that was good. Slowly, Chris pulled his already half limp cock out, and I pulled him down on his side so that I could cuddle up to him. I smiled and gently trailed a finger over his chest, while Chris softly caressed my large ears with one hand, his other hand's fingers slowly drawing circles on the side of my left breast. We kept enjoying each other's warmth like that for some longer, but then I eventually spoke in a soft, contented voice. "I think it's time we get dressed. I can't imagine the beach being empty all day." Chris' only reaction was a nod, and he slowly sat up, although he didn't reach for his trunks yet. Instead, he let his hand wander over my chest some more, his eyes fixed on them as if admiring them. He furrowed his brow, then gave my breast a firm yet brief and reluctant squeeze. I was smiling at him, curiously watching as he seemed to be examining my breasts. It then dawned on me. He actually was examining them! Playfully slapping his hand away, I sat up and laughed. "They're not fake, if that's what you think!" Chris' face turned crimson red within seconds, and he finally turned to reach for his trunks, obviously trying to hide his blush. "I know now. They're absolutely fantastic, Viona." Although I had heard this before, I smiled and thanked him with the tiniest bit of a blush. I was now facing two dilemmas. The first one was what I should wear. I would normally have put my bikini back on, then my sundress over it. But in my current mood, and with being a little bit of a tease in mind, I skipped the bikini, and simply slid into my dress, which had a neckline that made my cleavage enormous. Judging from Chris' staring (At least he wasn't hiding it anymore), he liked it as much as I had hoped he would. The second dilemma was more complicated. I was, for a fact, not satisfied. Normally, when I have sex with my usual partners, I don't stop until I have reached at least two or three climaxes. At this point, my body was still on fire, and I needed to do something about it. I could go home and masturbate, I could go home and call a friend, or I could go home and take him with me. Right now, the third option was the one that felt most appealing to me, but I was very reluctant, mainly because I was afraid that he would be looking for something on long terms. I watched him sliding his legs into his trunks, then lightly scratched my ear and made the decision. "Chris?" "What's up?" "I know I should have said this earlier, but..." I paused for a second. Why does this need to be so difficult? "I'm not looking for a relationship or a fuckbuddy. I hope you realize that." He frowned, inquisitively looking at me. "Huh, what do you mean?" "I mean that this is a one time thing." His response was just a reluctant shrug. I pushed further a bit. "If you're okay with that, I'll take you home and we'll get cozy for a bit more. Your call." I gave him a sincere look, and he nodded after a few seconds. It was obvious that he had been hoping for more. Playfully slapping his shoulder, I stood up, standing very close to where he was sitting so that he could easily look up under my dress at my unclothed nethers. I smirked knowingly, and held out my hand to him. "Unless you don't want any more of that, of course." Laughing sheepishly, Chris got the point, and grabbed my hand as he stood up. I stuffed my three bikini parts, towel and sunblock back into my bag, and we started walking back to my place, hand in hand. It almost felt romantic. "D'you know what time it is, Chris?" "About 1 o'clock, I think." "Right. Did you eat already?" "I did, why?" "Oh, good. I just don't feel like cooking, so I can grab something simple instead." When they arrived home, I called out for my sister again, but she was still away. Perfect. I led Chris to the couch, then went to the kitchen to grab a waffle for myself - which I ate rather greedily - and two beers. I returned in the living room, and found Chris browsing through the pages of one of my magazines. Obviously, it was one of the erotic ones; a Playboy equivalent for cat people. Although Chris had fucked one only half an hour earlier, he was amazed at the pictures of scantily dressed cat-girls. At least, he pretended it was because they were cat-girls. I chuckled and sat down next to him, handing him his can of beer and glancing at the pages. At least he's a real man about it, and not hiding that he's looking. The page he was looking at showed a girl with platinum blonde hair and earfur, and obviously fake breasts. Her nipples were elliptical, as if vertically stretched by the weight of plastic. I mentally shuddered. "Interesting interviews?" Chris smirked and nodded. "Yeah, they're quite big." "The interviews?" He curiously diverted his eyes from the magazine and looked at me, but then smirked and playfully elbowed my side. "Who reads the interviews, anyway?" I smirked and nodded, then abruptly took the magazine from him. "You're not telling me you like such tits, right?" This felt like a good moment for my 'natural tits pride'. I'm sure something like that exists. He smiled and shrugged. "Oh, please! This is what I call beautiful," I responded, before quickly opening another page. It showed a short, thin girl, with blond hair and fur. I pointed to the girl's breasts, though, tapping a nipple with my clawed fingertip. This girl's breasts were much smaller, but looked perfectly proportionate on her lean body. "These aren't tits, Chris. This is art." Chris looked, his head cocked to the side and his lips showing an approving smile, which he hid for a second by taking a gulp of his beer. "Yeah... She's nice." I smirked again and closed the mag, before tossing it onto the table where it had been before. I stood up and started walking towards the door. "I have a poster of hers in my bedroom. Want to see?" Only after I said it, I realized how that sounded. Best come on line ever. He probably knew where this was headed. He smiled and quickly stood up, following me in my wake. My bedroom was small, with not much other than a double bed, a desk, some closets and chestdrawers in it. I had no job, so there was not much fancy about the house. By the wall hung an enormous poster of the cat-girl in my magazine, though. It was a five foot tall picture of the girl's naked torso and head. It had always been my favourite picture of anybody at all. Chris didn't need to search in order to find what I was showing him. His mouth almost fell open as he gawked at the image, and he took a second or two to realize that I noticed he was staring. "Now, is that art or not?" "A bit like you," he teased, walking up to me and gently hugging me from behind. "D'awww, aren't you sweet? I know you're lying, though." He smirked and didn't answer, but promptly slid his hands up to my breasts, gently cupping them while pressing his lips to the side of my neck. I had been longing for this, so I didn't stop him. I let out a soft sigh, and smiled to myself. This time, Chris was less tactful and more blunt, but I didn't mind. My sights were set on what I could already feel pressing softly against the base of my tail: his bulge. Chris' hands started slowly kneading my breasts through the dress, and I let out a soft coo, resting my head against his shoulder and loosely coiling my tail around his left leg. I felt his fingertips slowly sneaking towards the thin shoulder straps of my dress, and when he slid them both down my arms, the dress fell to the floor around my feet. I stood stark naked again. My nipples were stiff, my pussy soaking wet. I turned around to face him and kiss him again, but Chris seemed to have different plans. He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up, then tossed me onto the bed. I let out a squeak of surprise, but then smiled, lying on my back with my thighs parted just a bit, and my lower legs hanging by the side of the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows to look at Chris, I saw him kneeling in front of me, and I let out a gasp of anticipation, my legs quickly parting further for him. His hands moved up by my inner thighs in a teasingly slow manner, and I held my breath for a second before I felt two index fingers tugging my lips apart. He then slowly dragged his tongue up my inner labia, and I let out a soft moan. "Ah, Chris... That's so good," I cooed, tilting my head to the side and rubbing my cheek against my shoulder. His tongue briefly flicked over my clit, making me arch my spine and throw my head back. The soft muscle then slid down, teasing around my entrance and thrusting into it very briefly, before moving away again to lick my pussy more superficially. Lust on the Beach Finally, I felt two fingers teasing against my entrance, and they slid in not much later. I arched my back again and let out another moan, looking into his eyes over the mounds of my breasts. He glanced back and smiled, before closing his lips around my clit and giving it a firm suckle. I felt like I was in heaven already, and threw my head back once more, closing me eyes and squirming in pure delight. There's something about me that may be interesting to know at this point: I'm a bisexual, with a very strong preference to females. Part of why I like girls more, is because their skill in performing oral sex seems to be much better than that of males, generally speaking. Chris was incredibly good at it though; his way of teasing me by sometimes approaching my clitoris, then abruptly ignoring it again made me writhe in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, and he had me edging an orgasm after merely five or ten minutes. His fingers were slowly moving in and out of my sex, in an equally teasing manner. It was as if he knew that I was close, but wasn't going to have an orgasm like this. His tongue teased small circles around my clitoris once more, and I decided to finally take care of my own needs. I moved my hands down to the back of his head, and pulled his face against myself as hard as I could, then started swaying my hips, grinding my pussy against his face. His fingers now held still and he laughed, but he didn't pull away. Finally, I was rubbing my clit against his skin and all over his face. After a while, I found the tip of his nose, and started repeatedly pressing my clit against it, reducing his head to a simple yet clumsy sex toy. I kept doing this for a little while, and eventually felt an orgasm rushing over my body; the second one of the day. I squirmed and moaned, my back arching and every muscle in my body tensing up. Afterwards, I felt him moving his head and hands away, but I didn't react, needing a minute or two to regain my composure. Chris didn't give me very long to come down from my high though. When I lazily opened my eyes to look at him, he had taken off his trunks and was slowly stroking himself. His cock was rock hard, pointing away from his body. "Roll over, Viona." I let out a curious, questioning hum. I was still stupefied and dazed by my orgasm, but slowly did as I was told. Chris had turned into a rather bossy mood when he spoke again. I wasn't complaining, though. "Get up on all fours." His hand grabbed the base of my tail, and gave it a very light tug upwards. "Am I a doggy now?" I smirked. He laughed, while I got up and lifted my tail to present myself to him. My pussy was literally dripping wet, and ready for more. Chris briefly caressed it with a fingertip, which slipped into my passage for a moment as if to test the water. He wasn't going to waste any more time though. His finger moved away again, and he moved his hand to my upper outer thigh, gently pulling me towards him while he pointed his dick towards me pussy. I gasped when it first touched me, and he quickly slid himself into my cunt, his pelvis colliding with my ass. Once more, I let out a moan, and I swayed my hips an inch or two, tugging his dick from side to side to make him rub against my inner walls when he was deep inside me. He seemed to have really turned more aggressive, as he began sliding himself in and out with a surprisingly quick pace. I found myself surprisingly losing control of the situation, but decided to play along, and started moving myself along in an equally eager manner. My ass was now slamming against him repeatedly, up to the point where it started becoming painful. I didn't let it bother me though, and kept going, moaning in harmony with Chris' low grunts. We kept this pace for several minutes, and I was wondering where Chris suddenly got all this vigour. He wasn't speeding up at all; merely keeping his already high tempo, while he dragged me through another orgasm. I was writhing about and almost crying of pleasure, but Chris simply kept pumping. As the painful slamming went on, my limits of energy were being tested, but then I finally felt Chris tensing up as he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him one last time. I'd have sworn could feel his dick throbbing against my slick walls. I let out a long moan when he came inside me. He groaned and squeezed my hips, then slowly slid his length out, before flopping on the bed and pulling my body against him. While I gently snuggled my exhausted body against him, his hand wandered up to my pink ears again, caressing them softly and running his fingers through my fur. His free arm slid around my back, and he pulled me into a gentle hug. "Viona." "Mmmmm?" "That was fantastic." "Mmhmm," I softly cooed. I was currently lacking the will and energy to actually say something if I didn't need to. Silence surrounded us for another minute, before I felt Chris moving a bit. He was looking at my alarm clock. "I need to go in half an hour, Viona." I smirked. "Typical." "No, really. I have stuff to do. Is it okay if I take a shower here?" I slipped out of the hug and sat up, blinking tiredly. "If you soap my back." We got up and took a shower together. This time, we spared each other from too much innuendo, although we soaped each other, including breasts and genitals, which made the tension rise for a short while. Eventually, we kissed one more time, and Chris left while I took my time to get dressed and have another waffle. The events of the day had surprised me very pleasantly. I rarely have sex with men, and when I feel the need for one, I usually call a close friend without having to beat around the bush. Today, I had genuinely just wanted to work on my tan, and was seduced by a man with much more tact and respect than I'd usually encounter. Moreover, he had been surprisingly good in the bedroom for a man his age. The next morning, I wasn't home alone, but wanted to make up for a lost day of trying to get a tan. Now, there were three small groups of people on the beach, and one man on his own. When I lay down on my front and removed my top, the lone man walked up to me and asked whether I needed help with my sunblock. I thought and smiled to myself, then shook my head. "No thanks. I'll manage."