0 comments/ 82965 views/ 6 favorites At The Beach By: angel_kissed99 I took her hand as we were walking down the beach. Her fingers intertwined with mine. I smiled and knew she knew I was. I squeezed her hand and kept walking. She bent over to pick some shells and I saw her ass. Her ass is the most perfect ass I have ever seen, ever. It's round and small, and just perfect. Just imagine the most perfect ass you've ever seen and times that by a million. That's hers. She knows she's got a nice ass. She teases me with it all the time. She had gathered a fair amount of shells and we turned to head back to our condo. When we got in the air conditioned condo she slipped a hand around my waist and started kissing on my neck. "Mmmm, what are you doing?" I asked her. "Making you as horny as I am," she answered. "Keep kissing my neck," I moaned. She laughed and said she would. I slipped a hand under the bottom piece and started massaging her perfect ass. I heard a soft moan escape her. I smiled and kept rubbing. I felt one of her hands go down my back and felt another hand tugging at the string keeping my top on. And next minute I feel the top pulling away. She has a hand on one of my tits and is massaging it. She raises her head and kisses my lips. I start probing her mouth with my tongue. She pulls out and says, "We should get in bed, what if room service sees this?" I kiss her and say, "Let em watch. Hell it'll probably turn em on." She laughs. I jump on her back and say, "Yeehaw, ride em cowboy!" She 'gallops' into the bedroom and dumps me on the bed. Then she sneaks into the adjoining bathroom and comes back with our toys. She's gotten some new ones! What fun. She tackles me and we strip each other in seconds. I start sucking on one of her tits and she starts finger fucking me. I let a soft moan and tell her to keep doing it. I take her other tit in my hand and began to massage it, rolling the nipple between fingers. She moans. Then suddenly she pulls her fingers out and tells me to stop a moment. I do so. She turns around and grabs a toy. What I see next is utterly weird. It's a double dildo with straps to strap around the waists. She inserts one dildo end into me and straps the straps around my waist. Then she tells me to lay down. I oblige. She sits on the other which moves mine further in. I gasp loudly. She smiles. After strapping herself she says, "The chick at the store says her and her girlfriend have one and they love it. So I got this one for us. What do you think?" I said, "I dunno. We have used it, cowboy." She started rocking. The dildo in me rocked with it. I gasped again but got into the rhythm soon. I gripped her hips as I knew I was gonna cum soon. She smiled and said again, "What do you think?" I moaned and she smiled. She reached down and started playing with my tits. My hands still on her hips, I orgasmed around the dildo. When my body started to rock, she grabbed my hips to keep me from moving her dildo. When my orgasm subsided, she unstrapped my end and then her own. She put her puss in my face and I automatically started eating her out. I grabbed her hips again and switched our positions, I was on top now. I began digging my tongue down deep. I felt her wiggle closer. Then I started rubbing her clit with a hand and I felt her shudder and heard her moan and moan and moan. She started orgasming and my hands flew up to her hips to keep her still. I started sucking her clit which made her moan, overwhelmed with pleasure. With her juices all over my mouth and chin, I came up and kissed her, letting her taste herself. Her right hand slid off the edge of the bed and pulled with it my favorite purple dildo. Still kissing, she slid it easily into my dripping cunt and began fucking me with it. I moaned between kisses. A hand made it's way to her wet pussy and I began finger fucking her. Now it was her moaning between kisses. She began to rock against my fingers like it was a dick. I slipped my fingers in and out, in and out, only once bringing them up to lick them. After we both orgasmed at the same time, I collapsed on her and rolled off. I lay there panting, dildo still intact. When I finally noticed it, I reached down to pull it out but she got there first. She was really horny. She took it out with her teeth and started sucking on my clit making me shake with pleasure. She stopped and starting sucking me clean. She gave me a final lick and came up to kiss me. We started making out again and I felt a hand come up my back. I slid my hands down to her ass and started where I left off in the front room. After about 10 straight minutes, we began to calm down and eventually fell asleep. I woke up and it was late into the day. She was sitting on my stomach, still nude. I smiled, reached up, and started rubbing her sides. She giggled and leaned to kiss me. There we were making out again when room service walks in. I look up and start laughing. I look at her, "You called them up on purpose didn't you?" She grinned. I waved to the man and he looked extremely nervous. I said, "Oh don't be nervous, we're almost done here, if you could just wait, I want to order something." She leaned down and started kissing my neck, giggled, and said to the guy, "I have to give her an appetite." I laughed. She sat up and started rocking on my stomach, moaning like she was riding a cock. I grabbed a dildo, waved it at the guy-who looked like he was gonna faint-and said, "These are very useful tools,", and told her to lift herself up while I fuck her with it. She flung herself off and landed on her back. I was on top and shoved it in roughly. She said, "Oooh, rough master, be rough master." I smiled, she was trying to scare the poor man on purpose. I looked at him and burst out laughing, he was going to burst. I began pulling it in and out of her cunt, which was making squishing noises from the cum before. I pulled the dildo out and put my face down there. I began sucking noisily on her wet cunt when she orgasmed again. I licked her clean and put the dildo in her again. I laid down on her body and began kissing her neck. She began kissing on mine and I felt a hand slide down to my ass. I gasped when I felt a dildo go up my ass. She slid herself out from under me and got behind me. She started moving the dildo in and out and started licking my ass. I orgasmed again and went limp. I looked at the poor guy who was sweating. I said, "Ok, I'm ready to order. I'll have a cheeseburger and a bottle of water." She flopped down on the bed next to me and said to him, "Champagne, strawberries, and chocolate sauce, warm if possible," then she looked at me and said, "You like strawberries, right?" I suppressed a smile and said, "Yeah absolutely." We had done this before at fancy places, fucked, one ordered regular stuff, the other the exotic play foods of sex. Though I admit fucking in front of that guy was fun, we'd never done that before. The man left us making out on the bed. At the Beach I'll say this for him, Charles turned out to be a real stand-up guy. He took us all out to eat at a really nice place. Of course, it could have been due to that boff I gave him. I bet he was relieved, when we all showed up dressed – particularly me. Haha! I guess you've been able to figure out that between the community swimming pool and the community recreational center we didn't get out of the neighborhood much. That was true, but at least a couple of times a summer, sometimes maybe more – we would go to the beach. Where I live, we have a beautiful beach. Since it was almost time for college to start, we were able to convince our parents that we should be allowed to take the bus down to the beach one day during the week. It was way less crowded than on the weekends. A whole of bunch of us went, but when we got there I mostly hung with my best buds at the time, Kristine and Nicole. You might think I was way too dependent on my parents at my age and you would be correct. The only way I could attend university was to live at home and they would pay for it and I desperately wanted a college education. I've seen where a lot of people end up not having one. Since I was taking their money, I had to also accept their rules. Now first when we got there early in the morning before it became too hot, we'd just roam around the beach, just to see what we could discover and what kind of trouble we could cause – hehe. I always wore my same bikini – ya know, the scanty one that barely covered me? And I was continuing to grow, so that thing was just exposing more of my body. I was actually surprised my mother hadn't noticed it and made me get a new one, but ever since the Fourth of July and her seeing me riding Billy like a bucking bronco in the back of his car, she'd seemed anxious and distracted whenever we were alone together. You know how these really pretentious young women like to obtain a full body tan by untying their bikini tops and bottoms and laying on their stomachs with the entire back of their bodies nakedly on public display? Well, whenever we would see this and, if there wasn't a boyfriend in the immediate area, Kristine would drop something really cold on their backs, such as coca cola or ice cream from a cone. Naturally enough, they would scream and forget about their precarious situation and would rise up from their position on the towel or blanket they were laying on. At this point Nicole and I would grab their bikinis and whatever they had been resting on and then we would run like hell down the beach laughing our asses off, while the young women would be left standing there confused and totally embarrassed at their sudden stark nakedness on a public beach! By the end of the day, we would have quite a collection of bikinis and towels stashed. Mwahaha! In fact, sometimes we would even have a group of young men following us around enjoying the show and even pointing out to us potential victims. Haha! One guy one time had a camera. Now that's what I call enterprising. We've been able to extort money from them before by threatening to stop harassing the young women. If we were completely broke, which it seemed we were most of the time we would proposition some guy with a camera, if he wanted to take pictures of us naked. You know, it's funny, but usually the young guys weren't interested; I suppose because they can get the same look at girls they know for free. But it would be the older guys, who would go for this immediately; particularly those horny middle-aged guys with the fat ugly wives. We'd go somewhere down the beach away from everybody and we would all strip off stark naked – me, Kristine, and Nicole – so these clowns could snap our pictures. You see, I had totally corrupted my friends by now. This all came to a head at a slumber party, but that's another story. We'd tell them to be quick about it, because there was one life guard, who really had a hard on for me and I don't mean the good kind. This guy really wanted to bust me. I don't know why. I had never messed with him over anything. Kristine said it was because he fancied me, but then he would feel guilty about it because he was in his twenties and had a girlfriend, so he would take it out on me. I don't know about that, but I know I thought he was a hunk. He was going to be a freshman in college in the fall because it had taken him awhile to earn a scholarship and he had the typical swimmer's good body – you know what I mean? I mean these guys never have an ounce of fat of them and they all are strong, but have real supple bodies. You know that means – hehe. That's right! They're a real good lay. And by God, he was always wearing this real little red speedo. I swear it was cut so low that it just barely covered Mr. Johnson. So one time we had this old guy snapping away at us with his little instamatic, while we were starkers and he suddenly asked me, "How much for a roll in the hay?" Now you could tell he used to be good looking with real dark hair and he was only in his forties, but he had one of those pot bellies. I don't know why men let themselves go like that, maybe they can't help it. I answered him pretty snottily because he irritated me. "I ain't no baby hooker, mister. But I'll tell you what, you give me a hundred dollars and you can beat off to us." "Sara!" Nicole exclaimed, aghast and scandalized. I could be wrong, but I don't think she had ever seen a man's penis before. Actually I had been kidding. I just wanted to give this asshole a hard time for thinking, that if we would let him take our pictures when we were naked, it meant we were nothing better than street whores. Don't get them wrong. I'm not judging them, I'm just not like that. I'm a slut, not a whore. Mwahaha! I just happen to dig sex too much. So I was completely flabbergasted when he answered, "It's a deal." He reached behind him and pulled his wallet out of his bathing trunks. Man, this guy was prepared. He was carrying his wallet! Haha! He counted out a hundred and handed me five twenties and then dropped his bathing trunks to the beach and began to manipulate his wang with his right hand. It was pretty big too. Too bad this asshole was just plain fat. He was stroking himself pretty good, while looking directly at the three of us. I glanced over to discover how Kristine and Nicole were holding up and Kristine appeared as if she might break into tears, but she was watching the guy intently. On the other hand, Nicole was staring at the beach. I nudged her gently and whispered, "This guy is paying big bucks for to watch him, so pick your head up. Nicole did as I instructed and man, she was blushing something awful, although I never did think it was from embarrassment. I looked down at her pussy and she was starting to get wet down there just watching this perv. Suddenly he started groaning and his prick splattered cum all over the place. Now you know, this was nothing new to me, but Kristine started moaning. I thought she was going to vomit for a minute, but she pulled through it ok. Since he had finished and was now just standing there with his wilting prick in his hand, we hurriedly got dressed before someone came up and saw us. And we hurried off without saying a word to the guy. I think he was standing there waiting to be told he had done a nice job. What an idiot! Well, since we had this newfound money, I decided we should use it to get this lifeguard off our backs, so to speak. I think I really just wanted a little revenge on him for his causing me to have to look over my shoulder so much. Plus I really wanted to fuck him! So we went across the street from the beach to one of those little tourist trap shops and bought one of those cameras that prints the picture out immediately after taking it. I spoke to Kristine and Nicole about their roles in my little scheme to discredit Harley. Yes, that was his name, I'm sorry. It was Harley. I don't know why, maybe his father was an old biker or something. The first thing you have to realize is that, at times, there is a severe undertow that crosses the gulf about fifty yards out. That's one of the reasons the life guards are always encouraging people to remain closer to shore. The other reason is even though it is a cushy job, they are lazier than shit and they hate to have to exert energy if they don't have to. Down at the waterline, I stripped off my bikini and handed it to Nicole for safe keeping. Then I waded out into the gulf water. The tide was already coming in for the day and the waves had some significant force to them. They kept knocking me down, but I persevered and made it out about one hundred and fifty yards. Kristine told me later I looked like a small ball bobbing up and down on the waves. The rest was up to Kristine and Nicole. As you've probably figured out by now, they went racing up to Harley screaming and crying about the undertow was pulling me out into the gulf. Once they had his initial attention, which is not easy with this guy, they pointed out to where I was. Nicole described it to me later and said Harley let loose with a string of obscenities, but then jumped down from his life guard chair and ran down to the gulf and dove in. That was certainly the difference between him and me. I had to wade out there. He dove off the beach where the water was very shallow and then swam out to me in no time. When he drew closer to me, I began to submerge myself for a few seconds at a time and then would surface sputtering and spitting out water, as though as I was drowning. I'm a mean bitch, ain't I? Harley called out, "Sara, hold on! I'll have you in a second." How little did he realize how prophetic his words had been. Swimming close to me, the life guard reached and seized me by my hair, the way he was trained, so I wouldn't fight him in my panic and pull him down with me. "Ow!" I complained. "Sorry, Sara," the handsome young man muttered, while transferring his hold from my hair to throwing his arm across my chest in preparation of towing me into shore, once he had realized I wasn't panicking. Once he began swimming us toward the shore, Harley suddenly realized I wasn't wearing my bikini top, as he had his right arm hooked under my bare breasts. I could see his face was extremely flushed and he began to focus his entire attention on now reaching the shore as quickly as possible and not intermittedly looking back at me as he had been. Once we attained shallow water, the life guard immediately let go of me, as if I were on fire and he was going to be burned. How right he was! Harley helped set me on my feet and you should have seen the emotions running across his handsome features when he observed I was stark naked. They appeared to run the gamut from complete apprehension to complete and unbridled lust, but there was no more embarrassment on his face, that was for sure. "Sara!" the handsome young man naturally exclaimed. "Cover yourself," he complained, while continuing to stare right at my nudity. I could already see his prick was growing with leaps and bounds within that tiny speedo of his. "Okay," I readily agreed. I quickly reached out and grabbed the waistband of his bathing trunks and pulled them down and off his body completely. His large cock sprung out at me. He was uncircumcised too. I love it when they're uncircumcised for some reason. I guess it makes them look longer to me. "Fine," I said, "I'll wear these," and I giggled at him. Harley was attempting to cover up his big prick and take his speedos back from me and failing miserably in both tasks, as I easily danced away from him in the shallow surf. "Give me those!" he bellowed. "I could get arrested and lose my job to boot." "Too bad," I laughed at him. "Catch me if you can," I cried out and turned and ran in towards the beach. Luckily it was now late in the afternoon and most of the beach crowd had already left to do whatever it is they do in the evenings. As I've mentioned before, I'm pretty quick, but Harley was faster and we were in his element. He was right on my ass, so to speak when we pounded up on the beach. I saw Kristine and Nicole waiting over to the left, trying to blend in and not appear conspicuous, until it was time for their role in this sexcapade. The life guard reached out, grabbing me by my shoulder and whirled me around to face him, which is actually what I wanted at that point. My labia was wet and distended and I was ready to fuck and his erection was huge, but just to be on the safe side, as I flung his trunks off to the side where Kristine and Nicole were waiting, I lowered to my knees and slobbered on his nob some. There is nothing worse than a dry hump, but to tell you the truth I wasn't interested in any foreplay with this guy. I was ready to get it on! I looked up at him and I could see he was no longer in any kind of mood to protest, once he began to experience my velvet lips wrapped around his cock. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. I lay back on the beach with my legs drawn up at the knees and my pussy wide open and beckoned to him. "Come on, Harley," I entreated him. "Come to mama." Pretty sick, huh? Haha! The young life guard moaned and fell to his knees in front of me appearing completely identical as a supplicant kneeling on Sunday morning. I clasped his erection and guided it directly into my 'sweet honey pot.' Harley might have been slow to catch on, once upon a time, that he wanted to fuck me, but once he had his prick inside of my sweet twat, he began to ride me with all his worth. God! It felt so good; part of it was probably from fucking on a public beach, but the fact is the guy was good. He was banging me so hard you could hear us hitting when he thrusted in – thwap – thwap –thwap. I could tell he was going to blow any second and I wasn't ready yet. I directed him to place my legs up on his shoulders, which he was more than happy to comply with. Harley was now on his knees poking every millimeter of his prick straight into my cunt hole, looking straight down at us enjoying the show. He had his own little porno flick going. I could feel him starting to orgasm as his entire body twitched and then spasmed and he exclaimed, "Oh Christ Sara!" As I had my legs wrapped around the back of his neck, he seemed to be able to reach places in me no one had ever done. God, I started to go and the cum cascaded from me like blood in a Quentin Tarantino movie. Just before Harley let loose with his load of hot sperm, his head was thrown back in complete sexual abandon and Kristine ran up with the camera and snapped off four quick pictures of us fucking on the beach and then she wisely fled the scene. Harley then shot his load of cum and collapsed right on top of me. "Sara," the big stud murmured, "What was that?" "Haha!" I laughed. "That was Kristine with a camera. She got some nice shots of you fucking me. Wanna see how that came out?" Man, you can bet he rose off me quickly, his half hardened penis waving around at me. I bet if I had started sucking on it again, he would have gotten another erection immediately. "Sara!" Harley exclaimed, sounding completely panicked. "What are you going to do with those?!" "Don't worry," I explained. "We're not going to publish them or sell them or anything. They're insurance." "Insurance against what?" the young man asked, completely perplexed. "Against you fucking around with me or any of my friends. You got it, Harley?" He silently nodded his head in the affirmative. "Because I show those pictures to my father, and you're going away for a long time because I'll claim you raped me and I have two witnesses," I carefully explained to him. In fact those pictures would rear their ugly head later, but that's another story. Standing up, I sauntered over to Kristine and Nicole. I pulled on my bikini after Kristine handed it to me and my parting shot to poor Harley, who was still kneeling on the sand was, "So you got fucked twice today, Harley! Mwahaha!" At the Beach It is a warm summer evening and I am are standing on the sea shore, my dog running in the surf, bouncing through the shallow water with tongue lolling out and a big stupid grin on her face. I smile at her antics and just then, I sense you coming up behind me. I continue to face the sea and you approach and slide your arms round my waist from behind, under mine and move close against me, resting your head against mine, so much in contact, just enjoying the moment, the sea, the sound of the surf and the dog playing. We stand silhouetted against the evening sky, looking and feeling as one. I move my head and shoulders slightly to the left and turn to look at you, you return my contented smile and we kiss, very gently and slowly, savouring the moment, the gentle sea breeze moving your hair playfully around our faces. I turn around and move against you, putting my arms up round your neck as I pull you in for another kiss, just as long and slow but with more passion in my eyes and a cheeky smile playing on my lips. We stand and hold each other for a moment and then turn and head up the beach, with an arm around each other and the dog bounding in front. We reach the car, parked on it's own in a small empty car park, screened from the quiet local road by trees and shrubs. I open the boot and the dog leaps in from the sandy car park, scattering grains everywhere. We dust ourselves down, laughing with her as she grins that happy, doggy laugh up at us and we make a token effort to dry her a little of all the ocean she is still carrying in her coat. As I close the boot on her you move behind me again, wrapping your arms round me just as before, and nuzzling down into my neck, kissing gently against the side and back of my neck, and round to the other side. I turn in your arms and lifting your face to mine, kissing you hard and fierce on the lips as we press ever closer together, bodies in continuous motion, small movements, just to emphasize the contact between us. I slide a hand up inside your sweater, moving from the back, slowly towards the front, fingers just touching your skin as it moves. I turn your body at an angle as my hand comes round, so I can cup your left breast and just take its weight in my hand. Gently moving my thumb I can feel your nipple poking at the bra fabric, and I rub my thumb over it again and again as we kiss, deeply, passionately and strongly. I slide my hand inside your bra and lift out the contents, resting it in my hand as I lean down, kissing your nipple as I lift your sweater over your breasts, moaning softly as I roll it between my lips and teeth, teasing it and sucking it in equal parts. I move up, kissing a line up your breast, chest, and neck and finally back to your mouth, where you are panting quietly as my fingers are still playing with your nipple, gently rolling and squeezing it. My left hand is still in the small of your back and I hold you gently as I slide my right hand down from your chest and over your belly, rubbing gently from side to side, continuing down until it is over your groin, outside your jeans, pressing on you through the fabric. In this position we move round the car to the front where I kneel down to undo your jeans, sliding them down over your bum, down your thighs, past your knees, down your calves to your ankles, where you lift both feet to remove them fully. I notice your pink lace panties have a damp spot growing. As you stand back up one hand cups your lace covered ass cheeks and the other slides up your silky inner thighs. One finger just slides under the lace edging and slips between those dripping wet lips and strokes upwards, gently touching your clit on the way out and then moving up over your smoothly waxed pubic mound. I stand up again and kiss you on the side of the neck, tipping your chin back and kissing up and down your throat and then repeat on the other side of your neck. I slide a hand back under the front of your sweater and lift your other breast out, gently cupping it as my thumb caresses the erect nipple, eliciting small moans and groans from your mouth, which is now attached to mine. I remove my hand and allow your sweater to fall back into place, so the rough material is now against your breasts and nipples, rather than the soft cotton of your bra. You reach down and feel the bulge in my jeans. Kneeling, you undo the top button and unzip my fly. Your hand snakes around my semi hard cock and pull it out through the opening. You pull my jeans down in one quick movement as my cock stands to attention right in front of your face. You cup my balls and take the end of my cock into your mouth, sliding down onto it until you can't take any more. You start to move your mouth up and down but I stop you and lift you back to your feet, moving you against the front of the car and lifting you gently up onto the bonnet, your feet on the bumper, spread apart with me in between. As you lean back onto the bonnet, I lift your legs with your knees over my forearms, moving my hard cock against your wet cunt lips and clit, rubbing my cock head up and down in your sweet juices. You reach down and push the head of my cock into your warm, wet, waiting cunt. I push you down onto the bonnet, sliding my hands inside your sweater, so I have part of my weight on my arms as I move my cock in and out very slowly, from 1 inch inside to 2, and back again. You try to raise your ass off the bonnet to take more of my hard length into your wet cunt, but I continue to just slide my cock head in and out for some moments and then pull out completely, returning to rubbing my cock against your very wet cunt lips and clit, making you moan louder now. Now you do raise you ass and manage to force my cock back inside you but I still won't let it in any more than a couple of inches. You start to play with yourself, fingers following where my cock has just been, squeezing and rubbing on your clit while the end of my cock is just inside you, moving slowly back and forwards. You start to climax, back arching and fingers rubbing harder. As you cum and I feel the extra warmth and wetness on my cock, I slide it in all the way to the base, sliding you down the bonnet to drive as deep into your cunt as I can. You start to twist your hips with each stroke as I pull and push us apart, squeezing my cock as it drives in and out, until I cum right up inside you, triggering a second climax from you. After resting in that position for a few moments, I lower your legs back down and slide you off the bonnet, back onto your feet, our juices trickling down your legs as my cock softens and slides out and your cunt muscles relax after your two orgasms. As we dress again, you complain about your nipples, which have been rubbed raw by your sweater in all the excitement, so I lift you're your sweater again and give them a nice long suck and kiss better before lifting each tit carefully back into your bra and reluctantly lowering your sweater back down over them. At the Beach Everybody is aware that summers in the UK are unpredictable. If the weatherman tells you to get your barbeque out, because it's going to be the hottest day on record, you can bet your life that it's your umbrella you'll be getting out. So, when I woke one Friday morning to a glorious sunny day, I phoned in sick and packed my bag for the beach. I live on the coast and have the choice of three beaches, but one of them is always quiet because it's small and littered with rocks. I don't get to lie on the beach as much as I'd like but when I do this is the one I always choose. I walked across the soft sand listening to the waves as I made my way to my chosen spot. It was hidden between some rocks, but it had a clear view of the sea. The temperature was staring to soar, and I welcomed the heat as I looked out at the blue water. I spread my towel out on the sand and applied sun tan lotion to my milky white skin. I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled, if only we had more days like this I thought. I sat down on my towel and quickly scanned the beach for anyone that may have escaped my view as I walked to my private spot. Confident that nobody would see me, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my bikini top. I often sunbathed topless on holiday, but never at my local beach. I had to fight off the urge to touch myself as I applied lotion to my bare breasts. My nipples stiffened as I gently rubbed the thick white cream into my soft skin. Eventually the urge passed and I led down on my towel, feeling the hot sun as it warmed my near naked body. It only felt like minutes, but it could have been hours that I had been laying there before a shadow crossed my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw a tall figure standing just a few feet away. The sun restricted my eyesight as I tried to get a better look at who was invading my private space. I raised myself up onto one elbow and my eyes adjusted to the bright light of the sun. I had forgotten that I was topless until I felt the heavy weight of my breasts swinging against my arm. Standing in front of me was a young looking lad. He couldn't have been older than eighteen or nineteen. He had a wetsuit on but it was rolled down to his waist. Despite looking young he looked toned and well defined without an ounce of fat on his body. His eyes were fixed firmly on my breasts, as they hung there in all their glory. My nipples hardened like bullets and pointed directly at him. I watched him gulp before he looked down at his feet shifting in the sand. He was definitely a boy rather than a man, but his body was delicious. As I sat up admiring his gorgeous physique, I noticed the growing bulge in his wetsuit. "Where have you just sprung from?" I asked. He nodded shyly, still keeping his head down. "I was snorkelling in the sea ... with my father." "Is that your father?" I asked, nodding towards a man standing up in the water. "Yeah." He answered. "Cool, so what's your name?" I asked. "I'm Sophie by the way." "Nice to meet you," he stammered. "I'm Steven." I don't know where my courage came from, but the urge I had from massaging my breasts was back with a vengeance. There was a time when I would have put on my clothes and ran away as fast I could, but his cute shyness and growing erection was keeping me there. "Do you smoke?" I asked, taking my cigarettes and lighter from my bag. "Yeah, I do but...," he answered, before looking over his shoulder towards his father. "But my father doesn't know." "You're old enough to smoke aren't you?" I asked, patting the towel beside me. He stepped closer, leaned towards me, and took a cigarette from the packet. "I don't mean to sound rude, but you don't sound like you're from around here." "No I'm not," he chuckled. "My father is from here originally, but my parents moved up north. We are just visiting my grandparents." Once he had lit his cigarette I took my lighter from him, keeping my eyes on his, and lit my own cigarette. His eyes were fixed on me as I sucked hard on the cork filter. "My father said there would be some great snorkelling down here," he stammered. "But I can't believe how quiet it is." "That depends on what you're looking for." I said, leaning back on my elbows and opening my legs slightly. "Sometimes it's better when it's quiet, nobody around to disturb you." "Yeah, I can see why that would be good." He smiled. "Sit down for a moment," I said, watching him. I could see how nervous he was, but the bulge in his wetsuit was egging me on. "You don't mind me being topless like this?" I asked. "I can put my bikini on if it makes you feel more comfortable." He quickly shook his head, like a little boy would at bed time, then, like a man sensing an opportunity, sat down beside me. As hard as he tried, he just couldn't keep his eyes off my breasts. His lustful gaze forced a couple of uncontrollable twitches from deep inside my pussy. I was eager to look down at my breasts and see what he was seeing. But I didn't dare, I didn't want to scare him off with embarrassment. Instead, I tried to make conversation while I felt my nipples hardening under his watchful eyes. "So, how long are you here for?" I asked. "Just a week," he answered. "What about you?" "Oh, I live not too far from here, but I phoned in sick, got to make the most of it." I giggled. As we both laughed I noticed him staring deeper at my breasts, I was aware that my laughter had caused my breasts to bounce about. My nipples were now so hard and sensitive, that they ached for him to touch them, play with them, and suck them into his mouth. My pussy was so wet, and it to ached for his touch, and the bulge inside his wetsuit. I tilted forwards onto my knees, pausing for a moment as he stared closer at my breasts. I hoped he could smell the sweet coconut lotion that was soaked into my skin. I then picked up one of his hands and placed it firmly onto one of my swollen breasts. "Bloody hell!" he gasped, as his fingers closed around the soft flesh of my breast. Both of us began to breathe faster as he brought his other hand up, and tightly held both mounds together. I couldn't have wished for a more erotic moment. I had sand, sea, sunshine and an inexperienced young man in my claws. But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. Soft groans turned to whimpers as he dug his fingers into my breasts. I leaned back on my hands, thrusting my breasts closer towards him. He knelt up and pushed his face into my heaving cleavage, sending new sensations through my body, while my pussy eagerly twitched. He nuzzled his face in between my breasts, squashing them into his face with his hands. Then I pushed him backwards and cupped my own breasts. His facial expression was one of total inexperience, but with the eagerness to learn. He had obviously had some experience with girls, but not a woman like me. I knew what I wanted, and I was determined to get it. I spread my knees a little to balance myself in front of him and, with my back arched to emphasise my bust, offered him a nipple to suck on. My knees wobbled as his tongue nervously flicked across my nipple. I clutched his shoulders, trying to keep my balance while he teased my ever hardening nipple with his soft lips. I smiled as he moaned his tongue licking round my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Waves of pleasure started to run through my body, from my nipple to my brain, and then down to my empty, waiting cunt. He grabbed my other breast, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked the burning hot teat into his mouth. He was now spoiled for choice, turning his head from one breast to the other, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth, as if trying to decide which one tasted the best. I loved the feeling of power I had over this lad as he stimulated my nipples to near breaking point. I pushed myself roughly against him, searching for more pleasure from his sucking, biting and groping. With his head still firmly suffocated between my breasts, I pulled on his legs until he kicked them out straight. Slowly, so he was still able to suck on my nipples, I parted my legs further and lifted my knees so I could straddle him. Keeping my breasts squashed against his face, I began to roll his wetsuit down his body. I was impressed by his multi-tasking skills as he raised his hips, helping me remove the wetsuit, and sucked harder on my nipple. At last I managed to pull down his wetsuit and free his cock. Licking my lips like a true wanton slut, I reached down and took his beautiful cock into my hand. He shuddered as my fingers curled tightly around his cock. "Just relax now, and enjoy yourself." I whispered. He reluctantly let go of my breasts and put his hands into the sand behind him, supporting his weight as my breasts hung in front of his face. He smiled at them as the gently breeze chilled his wet saliva around my nipples. I placed my hand on his chest and gently pushed him back as I slithered down his body towards his cock. He fell back flat and gently grabbed my hair. I had to admit that I was impressed when my head reached his cock. It stood hard and rigid while the tip emerged from his soft foreskin. I wanted to admire it for a few moments, but I couldn't wait any longer with his cock throbbing inches from my mouth in anticipation. So, I opened my mouth and sucked him all in until the tip reached the back of my throat. He grunted like an animal as I gently nibbled and slowly licked up and down his sweet length. As I sucked, I started to slowly rub up and down my pussy. The pleasure was so intense that I had to force myself to slow down. I was desperate to cum, and I knew my soaking wet pussy was leaking juice onto his legs. Then I gave his cock one last suck as I slowly pulled my mouth up his length, running my tongue along the underside of his twitching pole. I climbed back up his body and tilted myself over him, teasing him with my dangling breasts. He smiled as he watched me raise myself up slightly and grab his cock. Calmly, I managed to guide the tip of his cock to my soaking wet hole and hold it there. I waited and watched as his eyes grew wide in desperation. "You're so beautiful," he whimpered. I smiled and lowered myself, so only the tip of his cock slid past my quivering lips to enter my pussy. I tried to hold on and prolong the suspense, but the tension was too much. I gasped and bit my lip as each inch slowly filled me to the hilt. He too gave out a loud groan as I let his entire length slide up inside me. I paused to let the insides of my pussy stretch around his cock, contracting to accommodate his size. He grabbed my hips and held me tight, and I gave him a delightful sigh of satisfaction before bending over to offer him my breasts. Suddenly, his face froze. I frowned, thinking he was having last minute nerves, but then I quickly discovered something worse. "Now this does look like fun," a stranger's voice chuckled. I kept my eyes on Steven, cursing in my mind at how embarrassing this looked. I watched his face as he looked behind me and shook his head furiously. I wanted to look behind me but something was keeping me from showing my embarrassment. Then, I heard the unzipping sound of another wetsuit, and a filthy grin appeared across Stevens face. "Your turn to relax, and have some pleasure." He smiled, reaching up and grabbing my breasts. He pulled me forwards and pushed his head in between my breasts again, and my arse was raised up in the air. I couldn't be certain, but I guessed our intruder was his father. I tried to climb off him in protest, but my movements caused his cock to slide up and down inside me, firing me up once more. I lost all my inhibitions as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. My pussy muscles tightened around his hardening cock as he started to buck his hips. Each thrust went a little bit deeper into my womb and stretched me to new sensations. "You caught a fine one here, son," the voice said. "Mind if I join you?" Steven pulled me down harder on top of him and rammed his cock right up inside me. Suddenly, I felt my arse cheeks being pulled apart and another person pressing up against my back. "Do you want me to join in?" the voice whispered, into my ear. I couldn't answer as the cock thrusting inside my pussy was forcing me to groan and grunt. Different sensations were pulling my mind this way and that way, controlled by the burning feeling inside my pussy. "Tell me slut," the voice hissed. "Tell me you want me to join in." "Yes ... Oh ..." "Come on you filthy slut, you can say it. I know you want to." His words drove through me like the cock that was battering my pussy. "Yes, I want it ... Oh; fuck ... Yes fuck me ... " I felt myself being yanked backwards by his father, who quickly slid his own cock up between my arse cheeks. I had never anal before, but the sensations I was experiencing were pure ecstasy, and he hadn't even started yet. Whilst threshing around, the guys must have signalled something to each other as they suddenly grabbed me and held me still. That action alone almost had me exploding as my body stopped I could feel every tingling sensation inside my body. Steven stopped fucking me, but he continued to work on my breasts and particular my nipples. Then I felt his father bring his stiff cock towards my puckered hole. I noticed it felt cold and wet, probably from whatever he used for lubricant. Then my body tensed as he slowly pushed his cock against the tight hole. I winced in pain as I felt my intruder push in slightly. My body naturally tried to force him out at first, but then it quickly accepted defeat as I felt the hole slacken to allow him entry. As he eased into me inch by inch, I suddenly realised that I had two rock solid cocks wedged inside me, and it felt good. Then the cock inside my arse began to rock back and forth, and I let the rocking move my body. I started to relax, falling forwards onto Steven and his stiff cock, then backwards onto his father, who was deep inside my arse. The feeling was so intense. I felt, pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy, who ever said double penetration was degrading? As I tried to move off one the other went deeper, and an incredible climax was building. I could also sense that the guys were close to letting go to as they started shouting and ramming their cocks in harder. I was literally a rag doll being, pulled, smacked, pummelled and thrown about until they had cum. Steven couldn't take any more as he buried his head between my breasts and grunted loudly. I felt the tip of his cock swell up inside my womb, quickly followed by a torrent of spunk blasting deep inside me. Jet after jet of hot cum was met by my own powerful climax before I felt the cock in my arse begin to twitch, and deliver its load. I toppled sideways off Steven as his father withdrew from my arse; I fell onto the towel with hot cum leaking from both holes. At The Beach There had been quite a group of them there together when they first hit the beach. It had been a hot day and it seemed that everyone they knew had decided to spend it on the beach. With the cool change most people had packed up and gone. Even the surf had died down. There was still a little group of friends there. There was only a few of them now and they were the last. Once they were gone the beach would be deserted. It was Charlotte who started things rolling. Charlotte was what you would call a late bloomer. All through her early teens she'd fretted about a lack of a figure, especially that part of the figure she could flaunt in front of the boys. She would see friends with larger breasts than hers and watch how the boys tracked them, eyes glued to bouncing boobs. And what did Charlotte have? Nada. Nothing. El zippo. It just wasn't fair. Then during the past winter she had blossomed. In secret, because warm clothes hid the new her. Now the warm weather had come and a newly eighteen year old Charlotte was ready to vamp the boys with her new endowments. She'd got off to what she considered a good start. She'd had a new bikini and something to put in it for a change and she'd been gloating as she'd trotted around the beach, boobs bouncing and boys watching. "If we're going home I'm changing first," she said, thus ensuring that anyone still there knew she was going to change and would be watching. Turning her back to the little group Charlotte stripped off her bikini top, tossing it onto her things. Then, one hand nearly covering her breasts she bent down to snatch up her bra and top. Mark had been watching Charlotte all day, enjoying the way she flaunting her new attributes. He had already decided that he would have to further her education in what they were for. He saw no reason not to start now. He didn't mind the small audience. As Charlotte bent to pick up her bra she found her arm caught. Startled she found herself standing and turning, suddenly facing the group topless, her charms not really concealed by the arm draped across the front of them. "What are you doing?" she squealed, blushing but not really displeased. "I'm helping you," drawled Mark. "You really want us to see and admire your breasts so I thought we should get a good look." Reaching over he caught Charlotte's shielding arm and drew it aside, displaying a very nice rack. "Well, girls?" asked Mark of the other two girls still there. "Has Charlotte blossomed nicely?" The two other two young ladies looked amused. "Why, yes, Mark," said Stella. "She actually looks like a woman now. It's possible that she's even reached the stage of shaving. Why don't you check and see if she does?" Charlotte, while blushing, hadn't tried to struggle against Mark. After all, he wasn't hurting her, just embarrassing her, and the other girls being there would protect her. She assumed that Mark would laugh and let her go in a moment. A little shiver ran through her as she wondered if he'd try to cop a feel before he let her finish dressing. Hearing Stella's comment, Charlotte suspected that things might turn out to be a little more complicated than expected. Mark certainly let go of her hands, which flew up to cover her again, but he didn't try to touch them. Instead he simply took hold of her bikini bottom and ran them down her legs, leaving them around her ankles. Suddenly, Charlotte found herself naked. This time, Charlotte's squeal was a bit more frenzied, although she still only embarrassed, not really worried. "Mark!" she wailed. "You can't do that." "Charlotte!" returned Mark. "I'm going to do an awful lot more than that. You've been running around all day practically screaming for someone to take you. Now your wish is coming true." To Charlotte's horror, Mark reached over and cupped her exposed mound and squeezed it. "It would appear that the answer to your question is yes, Stella," said Mark with a laugh. "Charlotte has been flaunting her body all day. Now that's she's naked, do you think it is fair and reasonable for me to sample the goods?" Ignoring Charlotte's protests, Stella seemed to consider the suggestion. She turned to her friend. "What do you think, Bethany?" she inquired. "Should Mark be allowed to sample the goodies?" "I think that depends on how far he means to go with his sampling," drawled Bethany. "Why don't we just let him have his way and we can tell him to stop if he appears to be going too far." "That seems reasonable," murmured Stella, "but if Mark is going to sample Charlotte's goodies, turn-about is only right." Strolling over to where Mark was holding a wriggling and protesting Charlotte, Stella took hold of Marks bathers and pulled them down. "Very nice," she said, taking hold of his erection and admiring it for a moment. "Look, Charlotte, a new toy for you to play with." Despite herself, Charlotte looked, gasped and turned her head away. "All right," she gasped. "You've had your fun. Now let me go." In answer, Mark pulled her against him, letting her feel his erection pressing against her. "The fun's just beginning," he announced. "However I will give you one chance to call it off. I'll let you go and you can choose between running or lying down. Choose wisely, grasshopper, because it's the only choice you get." With that, Mark released his prey. Charlotte wasted no time. She bolted, almost managing a full step before the bikini bottom tangled around her ankles brought itself to her attention. The memory came as a sharp reminder as her top half ran and her legs stayed behind, causing her to pitch forward onto her face. Charlotte was both relieved and furious when Mark caught her before she crashed down, breaking her fall and letting her settle onto her back. "OK," he said, and Charlotte could hear Stella and Bethany giggling in the background. "Now that you've decided to lie down the fun can begin." Charlotte glared at him. She'd just been suckered and they both knew it. Then she gave a little sigh and relaxed a trifle. Stella and Bethany were there watching. They said they'd stop him if he seemed to be going too far. She was going to get groped no matter what so she might as well relax and enjoy it. Charlotte had heard a girlfriend refer to her boyfriend as having more arms than an octopus and had wondered at the time what it would be like. Now she was finding out with a vengeance. Mark's hands seemed to be everywhere. One moment he would be caressing her face, trailing a finger along her lips, tantalising her. The next second a finger was lightly scratching her lips, but they were a completely different set of lips. He would be kissing her while hands held and squeezed her bottom, then his mouth would have dropped to her breasts, sucking on a nipple while his hands had somehow jumped to her mound and would be massaging it. His hands petted and coaxed, exploring her thoroughly, while his mouth seemed to follow everywhere his fingers went. The first time she felt his tongue slip between her lips she almost bucked him off in shock, and then found herself writhing as his tongue played havoc inside her. Of its own accord, her hand had closed around his erection, feeling it, enjoying the size, heat and hardness of it. She loved the way Mark would groan when she squeezed it. Charlotte was having some fun and she felt secure. Stella and Bethany were still watching out for her. Things would only go so far before they called stop, so she would enjoy it while she could. It came somewhat of a surprise when Mark's mouth covered hers and she found his cock was enthusiastically entering her. She gave a squeal of pain as her hymen was broken, her yell being muffled by Mark's mouth. She squealed and wriggled even more, her feet kicking in the air as Mark pushed into her, her passage well lubricated from the foreplay, eager and able to receive him. Her mouth covered by Mark's kiss, Charlotte found herself unable to register any protest. Not that her attempts to stop him lasted long, his cock making short work of any remaining inhibitions. As Mark drove into her, Charlotte's squirming and wriggling slowly changed to a tentative pushing back against his thrusts, then as the sensation coming from her loins intensified she settled down to an eager partnership, thrusting up to meet every lunge. Charlotte's legs ceased their frantic kicking and settled around Mark's waist, holding him tight as he rode her, relishing the movement of his erection inside her. Vaguely Charlotte wondered why Stella and Bethany had not intervened. So much for them saying they would make sure Mark didn't go too far. Too late now, of course, and Charlotte applied herself with a will, determined to make the most of her fall from grace. Mark drove into Charlotte, relishing her eagerness for his loving, enjoying both her body and her surrender. He rode her hard, feeling her pushing up to meet him. His hands were on her breasts, kneading them, feeling there softness and rolling the hard nubs of her nipples under his thumbs. And all the time his mouth ravaged her, their tongues duelling. Slowly, Mark's speed increased. He could feel Charlotte tensing under him, her muscles tightening as he eased her towards her climax. His own climax was approaching and Mark thundered in even harder, wanting to both give and receive that touch of ecstasy. He felt Charlotte's sudden surge under him, felt her scream into his mouth, and Mark released within her the seed she was reaching for. He felt her muscles contracting, holding him, taking her fill of him. Lying on the sand afterwards, Charlotte turned baleful eyes upon Stella and Bethany. "I thought you said you were going to watch him and make sure he didn't go too far," she pointed out. "We did," said Bethany, smiling blandly. "We watched everything and it was quite an education. As for going too far, you didn't protest at any stage. Naturally we would have stopped him if you'd started to protest, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself so we just let you go." At the Beach It was a perfect sky and a perfect beach. Golden sands and rocks stretched as far as I could see to my right and to my left were rugged cliffs. It wasn’t very crowded that day, I had been there before once or twice and it had been full of kids and holidaymakers, but today there were only about ten groups of people in my immediate area. When I had first arrived it had been quite early, sunny but not yet blazing. I set up my laid out my towel in a lovely spot by some rocks. I had arrived prepared, already wearing my bikini underneath my little skirt and T-shirt so all I had to do was take them off and I was ready to sunbathe. The sun blazed down on my skin, warming it. I felt as if I was absorbing the rays and becoming part of the beach. It was a wonderful feeling, the heat of the sun and the warm summer breeze caressing my bare skin. I felt quite sleepy by now and rolled over onto my stomach to tan my back, undoing the top of my bikini so that I didn’t get strap marks. I mostly preferred to go topless but this wasn’t ‘that’ sort of beach. What a shame. I wriggled about a bit to get comfy, grinding my pelvis into the soft warm sand, sighing with contentment. I realised that I needed oil on my back and reached for my bag for the bottle. A strange male voice behind me said ‘Need a hand?’ I quickly laid flat again because my breasts would have been partly exposed while I was reaching into the bag, I hadn’t realised anyone was walking past. I looked over my shoulder, trying not to reveal anything again to see a wonderful tanned body standing behind me. He was very good looking and had a very cheeky grin on his face which told me he had already had a right eyeful of my breasts. I blushed but thought ‘Why not!’ ‘My oil is in my bag’ I told him. He reached in and took out my bottle of oil and began to massage the sun-warmed liquid into my back. His touch was firm and confident, yet at the same time quite intimate. I was beginning to feel very turned on by his touch; it had been a long time since a man had touched me. I sneaked a look and could tell by the bulge in his shorts that he was rather enjoying himself too. He moved around to kneel behind my head and made long strokes up and down my back, up and down and caressing the sides of my breasts as he did. ‘This bloke is really cheeky’ I thought to myself but I was enjoying myself far too much to stop him. Before I knew it he was sliding his hands under my bikini bottoms and stroking my buttocks with his long strokes, up and down my back. I realised that my bikini bottoms had become pushed down and my bottom was exposed but it felt so wonderful I didn’t object. I was vaguely aware of the rest of the beach but they seemed so far away I wasn’t bothered by them. He moved to the side of me ‘Roll over’ he commanded. I didn’t even think twice about it I just rolled over for him. My nipples hardened in the breeze, he was getting a right eyeful, let alone the rest of the beach! He applied more oil which was now even warmer from the sun, stroking up and down my torso but avoiding my breasts until I was wriggling for him to touch them. Slowly he cupped my breasts in his hands, smoothing the wonderfully warm oil over them. I was moaning by this point and beyond caring about anything but what I was feeling. All I could feel was the sun beating down on my breasts, the breeze cooling my erect nipples and his strong hands massaging me. I was already damp when he undid the strings at the side of my bottoms and took them off. Now I was totally naked and exposed in the sunshine, in full view of the rest of the beach, and I didn’t give a damn. His hands worked their way down my body, making lazy circles on my thighs until I was groaning for his touch where I needed it most. I opened my thighs slightly to give him the right idea, not caring who was looking. He went back to my breasts, pinching the nipples and then sliding down my belly and caressing my hips. After a few minutes of this I said ‘Please’. I heard his satisfied chuckle and he finally moved down to my pussy. He ran his thumbs over the strip of hair at the front, and then down over my swollen clit. It throbbed so much that I thought I would die of pleasure. After more caressing and rubbing of my clit he slipped two fingers inside me and began to gently move them while rubbing me with his other hand. I was moaning and squirming with pleasure by this point. I could feel my juices flooding over his hand. It had been so long since I had been touched like this. I opened my legs and he bent his head to lick my throbbing swollen clit gently up and down. He was eating me in full view of everyone; God it was a fantasy come true! His fingers were inside me and his tongue on my clit, it was too much for me to take and I came to a screaming orgasm. Before I could get my breath he pulled his shorts off, threw my legs over his shoulders and rammed his swollen cock inside me. I could feel his balls bouncing against my arse and my tits were jiggling to his rhythm. He used me fast and hard and I loved it. When he finally came I could feel his cum pumping out of him and into my throbbing pussy. I came again, bucking and grinding against him. I had never been fucked like that before in my life. He bent and kissed me on each breast, pulled on his shorts, smiled and walked away leaving me breathless, soaked and naked. I became aware of my surroundings at that point, some people were staring, having obviously enjoyed the show; others were tactfully looking away, pretending to be engrossed in the horizon. I could see more than one erection and that was without my really looking. There seemed nothing else to do but lie down and continue sunbathing. I didn’t bother to dress because it seemed a bit late for that. At The Beach I lead you down to my small private beach; high cliff and simply a small sandy beach at the bottom, very private and secluded, surround it. The soft white sands contrast with the dark shadows the cliffs cast as the sun slowly sets, casting if dangerous red rays of light over the waves. I take your hand and lifting mine I slowly begin to strip your clothes, I undo your shirt, button by button and drop it away from your shoulders; I reach round to unclasp your bra, slowly sliding the straps down your shoulders. As it falls away your breasts swing free, the nipples pert and ready. I lean down and slowly take one into my mouth, sucking gently on the nipple, gently grazing it with my teeth. I lower my hands to your shorts, flicking the button undone and sliding the zip down. I slowly slide them down over your lovely legs; then kneeling before you, kissing the top of your thong-covered pussy, I hook my fingers into the elastic of your thong and slide it down revealing your naked beauty. As you step out of your shorts, I kiss your soft cunt lips and you move your legs apart so I can get better access to that sweet spot. I run my tongue over your lips, splitting them apart and tasting your juices within. You are already starting to get wet. I gently kiss your clit, using my fingers to peel your lips apart, allowing my tongue deeper into you. Flicking it back and forth and slowly running it over the outer edges of your soft spot then dipping inside. I pull you down to the sand, laying you on your back; I quickly strip out of my clothes. Kneeling over your head I let my hard cock hang down by your lips. You lift your head and fasten your lips round the head of my shaft, I moan slightly moving into a 69 position so I can lick your pussy some more. You moan softly as you feel my tongue slipping in and out of you. I begin to buck my hips; you feel my cock thrusting in and out of your mouth, my cock hard. I slowly pull out of your mouth and raise myself from your pussy. Moving round so my hard rod is positioned by your pussy you gasp as you feel the water touch your feet. I look down and see the tide has crept in; its highest line is just below your head next to your breasts. As you see this I thrust into you and all thoughts of the water are gone as my hard cock splits you apart. Within seconds my hard cock is pounding in and out of you. You moan loudly as you feel my hard cock thrust in and out of you. My hard cock hammers in and out of your wet tight cunt, you feel the waves washing over your knees, you gasp as the first splashes of water hit your cunt; my cock is ploughing in and out of you. My cock hammers in and out of your pussy, you're so hot, the water splashes over your cunt. You feel the sand shifting under you as my cock hammers into you. You feel me thrusting into you, the water beginning to wash over us. You cry out as the water hits your breasts, you cum, the water flowing over and around us, my cock hammering into you. Your juices flow over my cock, you cry out as I fill you again and again. My cock hammers into you, you cry out over and over as your body shudders from the climax. You tight pussy clamps down around my rock hard cock, I'm buried deep within you gasping as I sink myself further with harder thrusts each time I push into you. You moan softly as you begin to come down from you orgasm. My cock has filled you so full, I thrust into you a few more times and you cum again, still sensitive from the last time, You gasp and your juices flow over my cock, this time I can't hold back. With a groan I thrust my hard cock deep within you. You cry out in the midst of our orgasm, the water flowing over our hot and sweaty bodies. My cock pumps you full of my cum. Streams of my how white cum. We lie entwined together as our bodies recover from the intense climaxes. We lie as the waves slowly ripple over us, as the waves recede I pull you to your feet and wrap you into a blanket. At the Beach We lie in the sun, totally oblivious to the worries and pressures of the rest of the world, enjoying the morning sun and quiet surroundings. You lie with your tiny white string bikini barely covering your flesh. I lie with my eyes half closed behind dark sunglasses providing merciful relief from the brightness of the sun. Each of us is dozing off the effects of last night's excesses. You ask if I want you to take off your bikini top on what is admittedly a fairly secluded beach. I feign indifference, curious as to how you'll react. Although you can't see if I'm looking out from behind my dark glasses or not, you can guess that I won't be able to keep my eyes off you for long. Just as you're about to take your bikini top off, one of the guys from the resort bar wanders toward us, wanting to know if he can get us a drink. Jesus Christ, it's barely into the morning and already you're trying to ply us with alcohol, you playfully tease him. In the end you order a couple of drinks for us and he wanders off, no doubt having enjoyed how you look. Again I begin to drift off to a light sleep as the waves gently roll up and caress the beach. You have a little more energy. Again you ask if I'd like you to take off your top, both of us knowing that the drinks boy will be back before long. "Sure," I say, curious again as to what you'll do. Calling my bluff, you unhook your already skimpy bikini top and let it fall to the sand. At first you lie back in your sun lounger with your magnificent breasts on display. You playfully reach for the oil, and in your cutest sex kitten voice ask if I'd like to rub oil into your naked breasts. I pretend to be dozing and watch as you begin to pour oil over your exposed breasts drop by drop, rubbing it with just a single fingertip. You know that my curiosity would never allow me to sleep through this, and that I wouldn't be able to do anything but enjoy your little show. What neither of us realizes is that our friend with the drinks is also enjoying the show, as he's now only a few feet away. He takes a few moments to recover himself and clears his throat in embarrassment. You mumble an apology and flip over onto your stomach. I gaze out from behind my sunglasses, barely able to suppress a grin as I watch you both squirm self-consciously. He places one drink near me in the sand and places yours down in front of you. He utters "Madam..." as he's about to turn on his heel and walk away. Something makes him hesitate; probably the smooth curves of your back, waist and legs as well as the memory of the oil dripping on your chest. As he starts to move away, you tell him to wait. "Can you rub some oil on my back?" you ask him quietly. He glances nervously over to where I'm lying, but you offer him the oil imploringly. He assumes I'm asleep as he takes the oil from your hand. You can't really be sure either way. He pours some oil straight onto your bare back, absentmindedly admiring your flesh before he begins to gingerly touch you. You let out a soft, barely audible moan as he begins to rub the oil into your back and shoulders with a little more confidence. I watch, motionless from behind my dark glasses at the way the oil glistens on your soft skin and his hands glide over you. He starts to rub the oil higher on your shoulders, so that his hands make their way to your sensitive neck. You both begin to relax and forget your surroundings as he softly runs his fingers over your flesh, tickling the nape of your neck. You guide him lower down your back, so that he massages more oil into the small of your back. He then pours oil onto the backs of your legs and massages the entire length of your smooth, brown skin. The flimsy, thin white material of your string bikini leaves little to the imagination of your thighs or your ass. He again rubs oil into the small of your back, this time with fingers lingering along the edge of your bikini line. At this moment I notice that your arm has dropped to your side and that it you're stroking his calf in encouragement. With that little sign of reassurance, he pours oil over the bikini material, soaking it through so that it clings to the outline of your ass. I have a perfect view to see that the oil has soaked through between your thighs, showing off the outline of your pussy. His hand touches your ass now, and fingers move under your bikini to the top of your ass. You let out another moan of contentment and reach your hand further up his leg. His hand feels the curve of your now slippy ass. Your hand reaches further up the inside of his thigh. His finger mercifully moves to the inside of your sensitive thighs, and then incredibly, to your pussy and your whole body shudders. He begins to slide his finger over your pussy and anus until you reach down with your free hand to his, urging him to move under your bikini. His fingers slide easily inside your soaking wet pussy as you wanted and demanded. Your hand moves up to the bulge in his shorts, rubbing over the top before you too slip your hand under the material for a proper feel. Your reach for the oil and apply it generously over your hand before again reaching under his shorts to stroke his already stiffening cock. As you know I am, I watch from behind the concealment of my sunglasses. I watch as his fingers slide in and out of your dripping wet pussy and your hand moves over his penis, both of you slick with oil. You throw a glance over to see the bulge in my own shorts, and know I consent to what's happening, wanting what is about to happen next almost as much as you. He continues to play with your slick pussy and anus as you slide his shorts down to expose the lust he has for you. You rub still more oil on his manhood as he slides the material of your bikini to one side. You part your legs for him as he moves behind you, never leaving your sun lounger. You let out a loud groan of shameless fulfillment as his slick penis enters your wet pussy. Laying on top of you, he starts to slide along your slick, oiled back effortlessly. It's obvious from the low moans that you both let out that each of you is already near to climaxing almost immediately as he continues to slide in and out of your lusting pussy. Your slippery, well oiled pussy and his penis move together almost without friction as he continues to fill and stretch you. For the very first time I begin to wonder if this is what you want; fears that are soon allayed when you tell him not to stop, your voice dripping with sensuality. I continue to watch your lithe bodies moving together, his well-lubricated penis sliding in and out of you. Your eyes are closed and your mouth open as I watch your face revealing the sensations you experience deep inside of you. Suddenly, he withdraws from your pussy and begins to slide his cock between your ass cheeks. He rubs the head of his slick cock gently around your anus, itself still covered in oil and now also the slickness from your pussy. He knows the pleasure you will be feeling as every nerve ending in your body is alive with sensation and want. Without trying to penetrate your anus, he slides his penis back and forth in the crack of your ass, between your two bodies. You tell him to fuck you again, with more of a statement than a request. As easily as before, he penetrates you from behind. His penis slips into you in one stroke, your hips moving back to ease his entry. Again his body slides back and forth over yours as he slides in and out of you. Both of you are soon on the verge of coming once again, with the excitement of watching you making me rock hard. You both start to climax at the same time, your moans now louder than before as he begins to cum inside of you. You both cry out in unison with your continued climax as he unloads his lust inside your pussy. Never before have your deepest nerve endings been awakened in this way and filled with such lusting want and fulfillment as they are now. You both collapse, utterly satisfied. At the Beach Note: I released this story in several pieces some time ago. A new non-incest story titled "At School" is coming up as well. John stretched out on the beach, enjoying the warm sun that beat down upon him. He lay on a large towel and beneath a great big beach umbrella. He wore a t-shirt and a bathing suit with nothing underneath. Beside him was another towel, empty at the moment. But the 18-year-old was not concerned with that. More pressing was the girl laying some distance down the beach. She was on her stomach with her top open and John was enjoying an eyeful of the side of her breast. The soft curve of it glistened erotically. As he watched, the young woman rolled back and forth a little. Her breast rolled as well, teasing John with just a hint of her nipple. He felt an erection growing in his bathing suit and pulled his feet up towards his butt, his knees in the air, to hide it. As he enjoyed the view, he caught glimpse of an amazingly hot woman out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to face her. In her late thirties, this woman had blonde, lustrous hair that was a little bit longer than shoulder length. Like John, she too wore a t-shirt, except hers was pulled tight across her chest, showing off her supple and full breasts. She had on thigh-length khaki shorts as well, allowing for a generous view of her long, smooth sun-browned legs. Concealed beneath was her bathing suit, although anyone who looked closely could see the outline of her top against her tight t-shirt and her bikini bottom against her tight ass. She walked directly towards John, catching his eyes with her soft green eyes as she got near. She flashed a smile, which John returned. Soon she stood beside him, looking down. "Hi, mom," John said. "Hey babe," his mom returned. She sat down on the second towel, glad to be out of the hot sun. Still smiling, she leaned over to kiss her son on the cheek. "How was school?" "Oh, alright," he replied, not really paying attention. He was still focused on the topless girl, gazing now at her ass. His erection continued to grow. "Just alright?" John did not respond, so enthralled was he by the young girl's ass. "Babe?" He looked over at his mom, and was suddenly embarrassed by his rather large erection. It was hidden by his bent legs, but he was still embarrassed. He flushed. "Oh, umm, yeah. Just alright." His bright-red face did not go unnoticed. "Wow, are you red. Are you feeling ok?" Gently, she reached over to touch his cheek with the back of her hand. John nodded, feeling uncomfortable that his mom was touching him when he had an erection. He pushed her hand away. "Yeah, I'm alright. It's just hot." His mom nodded, satisfied by the answer, and stretched out on the towel. "Mmph," she mumbled, closing her eyes. John glanced over at her. Her arms were crossed behind her head, causing her shirt to ride up her stomach a little. Her bikini bottom could just be seen coming out the side of her shorts. That made John remember something. "Hey, I got the lotion you wanted." She opened her eyes and looked over at him. Normally she had her husband rub lotion on her before these afternoon visits to the beach. She knew how awkward her son would feel applying it for her. But she had recently run out of sun-tan lotion and had asked John to pick it up on his way here. "Great! Just..." She trailed off, uncertain if he would mind. "Just what?" "Could you rub it on my back for me? You know how easily I burn, and I plan to do a lot of tanning and swimming shortly." John sighed. He had really been looking forward to spending a little longer gazing at that girl. But he could hardly deny his mom this small favor, as close as they were. "Yeah, alright." His mom grinned. As John fished out the lotion, she sat up and crossed her arms in front of her chest to grab the bottom of her shirt. Slowly she lifted her shirt up, and John turned with the lotion, waiting. Her abdomen became fully visible as she arched her back to pull off the t-shirt. Then her chest came into view. She was wearing a bikini top that was just a little too small for her generous breasts. They weren't exactly spilling out, but they were close. She finished talking off the shirt and then laid out on her stomach, her head resting on her arms. She turned to look over and up at her son. "Okay babe." Hunched over to still hide his lingering erection, John moved towards his mom and kneeled beside. He squirted some lotion onto his mom's upper back and pressed his palms against the back of her shoulders. Gently he began to rub her brown skin, spreading the slick lotion. He rubbed his hands around and around, above her bikini strap. His fingers slid slightly down her sides as well, just below her armpits. John did not feel awkward doing this for his mom. He was mature enough to think nothing of it. His mom, meanwhile, simply enjoyed the sensation. Finished with the top of her back, John squirted more lotion, this time on her lower back. He pushed his hands into the curve of her lower back, rubbing and touching his mom. A soft moan escaped his mom's lips at the sudden pressure on her lower back, but John did not hear it. He continued to rub her lower back. She had not meant to moan at her son's touch. It had surprised her quite a bit, especially due to its blatantly sexually nature – she had felt the massage fully between her legs. So while the event itself was troubling, the sensation that had caused it certainly was not. She decided to just try and forget about it. John did not make it easy. Innocently he continued to rub her lower back, but his mom remained aroused. If anything, she grew more turned on as her son slid his hands up her back. His fingers reached underneath the string of her bikini top, and rubbed out to either side of her back. Driven by an unknown force, she reached back and guided one of those hands further down, so that his fingertips were touching the side of her breast. "I burn very easily there," she lied. John nodded absently. He let the fingers of both of his hands slide down over the sides of his mom's breasts. His mom gasped softly as he rubbed them up and down, massaging her breasts. She felt one finger actually brush against her nipple. Then, sadly, the fingers were gone, trailing down her lower back. His mom was not one to question anything that felt as good as this, so she decided she would milk it for all it was worth. The thought that this was her son was pushed to the back of her consciousness. It felt good, so she wanted more. She felt that her son's hands were not going that low on her back, so she said, "Babe? Could you get lower too please?" "Okay mom." He applied a little more lotion to her lower back and resumed rubbing. His hands moved down the waistband of her shorts, sliding back and forth across her skin. The shorts were very low so his hands were touching just above his mom's ass. He felt nothing regarding what he was doing, but his mom was just the opposite. It was everything she could do to stifle a moan, one that this time her son would certainly hear. She buried her mouth in her arm, but the heat between her legs would not cooperate. A moan escaped her body, drowned by her arms, and still her son touched her. Holding her breath, she called softly to John. "The sides as well." Her sides tingled in anticipation, long before the hands made their way there. One she did feel her son's slick hands and fingers begin to rub and caress her sides just above her hips, she moaned loudly. "Mom? Did I hurt you?" After several moments, she managed, "Yeah babe. I banged that spot this morning. Just be gentle." She pushed her hips into the sand, grinding her pussy in absolute ecstasy. Her son's fingers continued to massage her sides, driving her crazy with pleasure. Teetering on the edge of blatant sexual activity, she turned slightly and clutched at one of his hands, pulling it up to her breast, forcing him to cup it...then dragging it fully across her breast and nipple. For a brief moment, logic entered her mind, and she continued pulling the hand, up to her face. She kissed it, trying to pass off the erotic drag across her breasts as accidental in the motion of bringing his hand to her face. Unable to trust her voice, she let John come to his own conclusions about her actions as she laid back down and writhed on the sand in front of him. John was fully aware of what his hand had touched, but when his mom did not make a big deal out of it, he just shrugged it off. He did, however, notice his mom's movements. Her shorts, already extremely short, had ridden up during the lotion application, and John had full view of his mom's thighs all the way up to her ass as she moved back and forth. Her bikini-bottom line was showing as well, and John could imagine her without her shorts on, wiggling her beautiful ass at him. John paused, then wrinkled his face. This was his mom he was thinking about. A bit unnerved, he returned to his towel and resumed staring at the topless girl. The strange thoughts about his mom still lingered, but they became a distant memory as his erection grew once more. John's mom, however, was still in the powerful throes of her arousal. Her pussy was hot and wet as she fantasized about her son. She ground her hips hard into the sand, allowing herself to think about his young, hard cock pushing against her ass, pushing into her ass, into her pussy, fucking her hard and long right there on the sand. She imagined his long shaft deep in her warm wet pussy, ramming deep into her ass, until an explosion rocked her body. Cum leaked from her body, further messing her already soaked bottoms. It took all of her willpower not to cry out in pleasure as the orgasm swept through her entire body. Her son was too pre-occupied with his own sexual fantasies to notice. "Babe," John's mom gasped, looking over at him. "Mmm?" "I'm going to take a swim." She needed to wash away the evidence. She just hoped she could make it to the water without anyone noticing. "Mmm." She left, and John noticed that she was still wearing her shorts. That thought was soon replaced by naughtier ones, most notably that he could covertly stroke his cock now that his mom had left. Stretched out on his back, he resumed gazing at the topless girl. She was sitting up on her elbows now, rummaging through her beach bag. Unfortunately, John's angle was such that he could not see her breasts very well. But he was patient. Lazily he rubbed his cock through his bathing suit, awaiting the moment where he might get a better view. His legs were still bent into the air so that he might hide his inevitable erection. A minute or two later, his patience was rewarded. The young girl closed her bag and lifted it to the side, causing her upper body to rise from her towel. Her supple breasts and perfect nipples were in plain view, hanging down from her chest and just short of her beach towel. John felt a drop in his stomach and a tingle in his cock as his voyeurism paid off. He did not want to waste the image before him, so he eagerly began masturbating through his bathing suit. Although the beach was not too crowded, John was cautious, moving only his wrist so that he would not draw attention. He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of his arcing cock, openly staring at the girl's soft tits. They swayed as she pushed the bag away a little, but remained perfectly in view. John gasped, his arousal growing. He imagined cupping those breasts – no, sucking them, feeding off of them. It was a fantasy he often enjoyed and it did not fail him now. His cock stood straight up, throbbing. To John's disappointment, the girl laid back down, pushing her nipples down against her towel and out of view. He sighed, but then she slid forward, trying to grab at something... what was it? John could not tell, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that as she pushed forward, her bathing suit bottoms, trapped between her body and her towel, did not. They remained where they were and her ass slid out of them slightly. John's cock grew in response. He could now see the crack of her ass as well as the swell of her breasts squashed beneath her. He was so turned on that his mouth was opened slightly, jaw slack. The skin on her smooth curved ass was much lighter than her tanned lower back. It would not be for long, John thought, for she made no effort to adjust her bottoms. Instead she stretched her body out, causing them to slip down even further still. John squeezed his cock, closing his eyes in pleasure. He forced them open again, not wanting to look away from those large soft breasts and that tantalizing ass crack. He thought about walking over there and rubbing lotion on her body. Rubbing it down her back, down her ass, pushing her bottoms down her thighs and trailing his finger down the crack of her ass. He began to rub himself faster as he thought about his finger sliding lower, between her thighs. He imagined the moans she would make as he finger fucked her, right there on the beach, with everyone to watch. He was reaching a climax, almost to the point of no return, where he would no longer have the choice of whether or not he wanted to actually cum all over himself in public. Then he saw his mom coming back. Cursing her timing, he quickly placed his hands on his stomach and tried to look innocent. He was breathing heavily and thoughts of those breasts and that ass still lingered in his head. He tried to make them go away, but found himself continuing to steal glances at her, refreshing the image. For lack of anywhere better to look, he focused on his mom, and concentrated on making his erection go down. Fresh out of the water, she was still very much wet and her nipples were poking hard through her bikini top. Her white khaki bottoms were transparent as well, allowing a clear view of her bikini bottoms. She walked slowly towards John, her hips (and breasts) swaying as she made her way through the soft sand. The water had washed away both the evidence of her arousal and, she hoped, the dirty thoughts that had caused it. After all, this was her son, and she was not about to venture down that path. John looked her body up and down as she approached. He was still breathing hard from his near orgasm, and his cock was still throbbing... and he found that looking at his mom didn't help. To be honest, she was hot, and right now even the slightest sexy thing could maintain his erection. His eyes stopped at her breasts, watching them move from side to side, gazing at her erect nipples. Not only was his erection not subsiding, it was growing. Totally embarrassed, he looked down at the sand, desperately willing his erection to disappear. His mom plopped down on the towel, out of breath from her vigorous swim, and, John thought, sitting far too close for comfort. "Hi babe." She smiled at him, and he returned the smile weakly. A confused look appeared on her face. "Still under here? You're usually well into your tanning by now." John shrugged. "Just don't feel like it." His erection continued to throb in his lap. He only hoped that his bent legs hid it as he laid there on his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the girl wiggling her ass a little. Simply unable to resist, he stole a quick glance at it, and was amazed to see that her bottoms were lower still down her ass. The waistband was pulled taught against her ass cheeks, flatting them a little, but not reducing their generous curve. John's mom, meanwhile, was considering whether to stay in the shade or move out into the sun. She would not get a chance to come back to the beach for a while, so she would tan now. She sat up, looking to John. John returned her look and flashed a smile. "I'm going into the sun," she said to him. He nodded, and then his eyes widened as she began to move toward him. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him, reaching her hand out, towards his crotch, his enormous erection... and past it to their beach bag. Her breasts hung just above his chest, nearly touching him. God, he thought, do they look good. In his heightened sexual state, he could not help but appreciate them. His mom was almost forty, but her chest was amazing. He gazed at them longingly as she pulled a towel from their bag, and was more than a little disappointed when she pulled away. In the back of his consciousness, which was currently second to his arousal, he felt a little disgusted with himself. It was only when he tore his eyes from those large breasts that he noticed a shadow standing over him. Looking up, his curiosity turned to amazement when he realized that it was the very girl he had been fantasizing about! She held her arms over her chest, covering her bare breasts. Her bottoms were now pulled up and tight against her ass. She stood with her weight shifted to one food, smiling awkwardly. John looked to his mom, who had also noticed the girl. She, too, was standing, but bent over slightly, toward him and the girl. Her thumbs were hooked into her white khaki shorts, stopped in the process of pushing them down. The waistband of her bikini bottoms was plainly visible. The girl was looking at her too, and it was to her that she spoke. "Hi there." John looked up at the girl. Her voice was hot, he thought, just like her body. "Umm... I was wondering... do you think you could do me a favor?" "What's up?" His mom smiled politely. "Well, it's just, I totally forgot to bring my lotion today. I noticed you guys had some and thought maybe I could borrow it?" She looked down to John. John looked at his mom, leaving it up to her, still not quite believing that the girl had actually come over to them. She nodded. "Yeah, that's no problem. Here." Removing her thumbs from her shorts, but still leaving them pushed down a little, she bent to pick up the lotion and hand it to the girl. The girl smiled shyly. "Actually, I was kind of hoping you could put it on my back for me." This time, the question was directed solely to John's mom. Obviously the girl did not feel comfortable asking a younger boy to do it. John's mom glanced to the spot of sand she had picked out to tan in, then back to the girl, and shrugged. "Sure hon. Lead the way." The girl beamed. "Thanks! I'm just over here. And my name is Sam, by the way." Incredulous, John watched as Sam and his mom headed the short distance to the girl's towel. She still held her breasts, and her ass moved tantalizingly as she walked. His mom's ass moved as well, her hips swaying, her shorts a couple inches below the waistband of her bikini bottoms. John felt his erection surge, realizing what he was about to watch. It was wrong, but he did not care. Sam stretched out on her towel, on her stomach, and rested her hands on her folded arms. She was angled slightly away from him, making the curve of her breast clearly visible. It bulged under the pressure of her body. His eyes trailed down to her hips, to her bikini bottom which covered only about half of her ass, and to her long brown legs. His mom was on the opposite side, facing somewhat towards John as she dropped to her knees beside Sam. She put some lotion on her hand, then pressed it between Sam's shoulder blades. John noticed Sam jump a little, probably because the lotion was cool from being in the shade. And then John's mom began to rub Sam. She rubbed vigorously with both hands, spreading the lotion on the girl's back. John immediately started masturbating through his shorts again. If his mom were to look up, she might realize what he was doing, but she was too involved in her task. Her hands rubbed across Sam's shoulders, squeezing them a little, and John noticed Sam close her eyes. Was she enjoying it? That thought brought blood rushing hard into his cock. At the Beach His mom splurted more lotion on her hands and began rubbing Sam's middle and lower back. Her slick hands slid down to the top of her bikini bottoms, ran across the waistband, then back up her sides, stopping short of the girl's breasts. His mom asked her something, and then continued to slide her hands higher up her sides. When they touched her breasts, John nearly exploded in his pants. His mom was touching another woman's breasts! Not only were they touching them, but they were massaging. Her hands moved in little circles, around and around against Sam's breasts, pushing in a little. As soon as it began, though, it was over. John knew in the back of his mind that it had been totally innocent, at least for his mom, but it was still incredibly sexy. After another question was posed to Sam, John's mom put more lotion on her hands and began to rub the girl's calves. She quickly moved up to her thighs, rubbing good and hard. She slid her hands up the back of the girl's thighs, then down the sides. After yet another question and affirmative response, John's mom moved her hands between Sam's legs. They went up, impossibly high, and John slid his hand into his pants and began to rub himself furiously, his bathing suit no longer dulling the sensation. He watched his mom rub the inside of the girl's thighs, then slide up onto her ass cheeks. He watched his mom's long fingers stroke Sam's thighs, fingers that had touched him innocently so many times. Touched his arm, his leg, anywhere on his body. He watched those fingers rub the girl's ass and he masturbated hard and fast, coming to a climax. His mom's fingertips dipped briefly under Sam's bikini bottoms, then rubbed up her sides, up again to her breasts, and to her arms. Sam looked back quizzically and his mom smiled and said something. Apparently satisfied, Sam rolled on her back, her palms wrapped over her breasts, covering her nipples. John's mom kneeled over Sam, one knee on either side of her thighs, sitting on her heels. She was nearly straddling Sam. Her shorts pulled down as she leaned forward, showing more of her bikini bottom and just a hint of the top of her ass. John found his gaze returning continuously to that ass. He had seen his mom in both bikini bottoms and panties - even a thong, once - and he could not deny how great it looked. John's mom squirted some lotion directly onto the girl's stomach and began rubbing again. Sam was turning red, either from embarrassment or arousal, but John knew his mom was just being motherly. She loved doing more than was required of her to help people out. That thought quickly left his head as he entertained fantasies of when his mom had spread lotion on him just like this. He thought about the way she would touch him, as she rubbed Sam's stomach. He jerked his cock harder and faster, never gazing away from his mom's ass and the young woman's slick thighs and almost fully exposed breasts. His mom's hands ran up between those breasts, against her upper chest, then back down between her breasts and to her sides. She rubbed up and down, massaging Sam's sides. John moaned softly, thinking about his mom touching his own chest and sides. His breath came in ragged gasps as his mom touched Sam's hips, rubbing more lotion down the front of her thighs. He thought about the two of them suddenly embracing, his mom falling on Sam and kissing her deeply, their breasts pushing together, their crotches grinding. He envisioned Sam grasping his mom's bikini bottoms and shorts and pushing them both down, squeezing and spanking her bare ass. His mom would push aside a tiny patch covering one of her large breasts and feed the nipple to Sam, letting the younger woman suck on her. Sam would take the breast hungrily, wrapping her legs around his mom and arching her back up, allowing her bottoms to be pulled down so that the two women could grind their pussies together, both moaning, both wanting to cum all over the other. His mom would squeeze Sam's breasts as her own continued to be sucked, crying out, a crowd gathering around them on the beach. Even with the presence of a crowd, they would continue to fuck each other's pussies and pleasure each other's tits, too wrapped up in one another (emotionally and physically) to even consider stopping. He thought about that until he felt himself growing dizzy, and harder, and more turned on than he had ever been in his life. Finally, when he thought he was going to pass out, immense waves of pleasure began emanating from his cock. They washed over his entire body as he shot his first stream of cum against the inside of his bathing suit. He climaxed again and again, rolling his hips and squeezing all the cum from his cock, still watching his mom touch Sam. He gasped for air, completely drained, and then came again when his mom's hands cupped beneath Sam's tits. His mom said something, possibly a compliment, and rubbed the girl's breasts a little. Sam was bright red as she removed her hands from covering her nipples, allowed John's mom to rub them appreciatively. She played with them a little longer, much to Sam's embarrassed pleasure, then stood and spoke with the girl for a minute. She had had truly been innocent in her actions, which soon become apparent to Sam. John's mom had just always been very intimate and close with other women. By the time she picked up her lotion and turned around, John was already in the water. About an hour later, John was still in the ocean. He lay floating on his back in shallow water, his eyes closed, bathing in sunlight. Waves pushed gently against the shore and the noise soothed him. He had spent much of the last hour this way, lost in thought about what had just happened. He had decided that it was not really a big deal. True, he had been masturbating while looking at and thinking about his mother. But he convinced himself that his attraction lay more in the girl, Sam, than anything else. That his mother happened to be the one touching her was irrelevant. What mattered was that she had been rubbed down by another woman and had apparently been turned on by it. Then, suddenly, pressure on his shoulders pushed him underwater. Salty seawater filled his mouth and nose, which he quickly blew out. He gurgled and broke the surface, standing in stomach-deep water, gasping for breath. To his surprise, he saw his mom standing before him. She was giggling, her breasts shaking with the rest of her body, although they were not wet so her nipples were not as visible as earlier. "I'm sorry," she managed between giggles, but clearly did not mean it. Smiling and shaking his head, John quickly covered the short distance between them. His mom's laughter soon turned to shock as John grabbed her arms and began pushing her over. As she fell back, John swam forward, but he was faster than she fell so his body pressed against hers. He felt her breasts on his chest, her thighs against his thighs. She dropped into the water and John dropped upon her, pushing her down by the arms and shoulders, laughing. He then pulled back to allow her to surface. Underwater, John's mom had plenty of time to become aroused. She had felt the innocent brush of her son's chest against her own, had felt their thighs connect. That surge of arousal flowed through her again, somehow stronger than earlier. Again she found her desire overpowering her rational thought. She wanted to feel this way – no, she needed to. She swam towards John, determined to feel more, yet hoping that he would not realize what was happening. If he did, it could change both of their lives forever. That was something she was not prepared for. But she was even less prepared for the overwhelming lust that she now felt for him. The implications and consequences of her actions were far less important in the face of such emotions. John was surprised to feel his mom's arms wrap around his waist beneath the water. They were deeper now, the water at chest level, and his mom pushed her feet off the sand to close the distance to the surface. Her arms slid up her son's sides, her hands against his back. Her breasts pushed firmly against the front of his body, dragging up its length until they came to stop against his chest. They were both standing, mostly underwater, her arms embracing him. John tried to break free, playing along with the game, but his mom would not have it. She pulled backwards, trying to get her son off his feet. Her breasts tingled as they ground against him. Realizing that he would not fall, she hooked one leg around his and pulled. Her crotch pressed into the front of his thigh. She did not want to move, but knew she had to keep up the façade of the game. She hooked her leg tighter around his and pulled as hard as she could. Because she was fairly strong, the strategy worked. John lost his balance and fell upon his mother. Together they sunk beneath the surface, their bodies entangled. In his struggles to get free, John's hand pushed into one of his mom's breasts. He did not realize what he had touched, but she moaned under the water, air bubbles of pleasure escaping her lips. They came to the surface together, both smiling. John smiled because he was enjoying the game, but John's mom was smiling at the possibilities flying around inside her head. What next? She decided to simply stick with what was working. "Okay babe," she breathed, her face flush. "Now let's play fair. We try to knock each other over, best two out of three. Kay?" She stood with her wet dripping breasts fully above the surface of the water, watching her son, gauging his response. Always one to enjoy a fun game, John agreed. She indicated that he should go first, so he began to circle her. When he was between her and the beach, the water was waist deep. When he came back to the opposite side, the water was just above his neck. He chose to attack from the side, where the water came up to his stomach. He crept towards his mom, but she was prepared for his attack. Or so she thought. The ferocity of his charge caught her off guard. He ran at her, very fast for being in stomach-deep water, and fully wrapped his body around hers. She gasped in pleasure as his arms embraced her and he pushed her over. Briefly she felt his cock against one of her thighs. Then he was past her. She turned to face him, wiping water from his face. "Ohh, that was mean!" his mom pouted. He just shrugged and prepared for her turn. Little did he know that his mom was growing more aroused, and that she was quickly losing control. She moved towards him in the now chest-deep water. Gently she reached out and touched his chest at arm's length. He thought she may be searching for a weakness, or trying to create one in her gentle prodding, so he stood fast. In fact, she was just enjoying the feel of his chest. God, she thought, did he feel good. His chest was hard and she could not help but stroke it. She moved closer, her hands caressing his sides now. John's mouth opened a little in surprise, and she kissed his lower lip, their bodies almost touching. And then suddenly she shoved, easily pushing him off his feet. She could not believe what she had just done, and was incredibly relieved that John seemed to think it was all part of the game. He scowled. "That was so not fair, mom." She just laughed, a laugh that came from deep within her chest. An erotic laugh. Now it was John's turn again. If she were to fall, the game would be over. She was simply determined not to fall down, wanting to prolong this experience as long as possible. She moved into stomach-deep water. Immediately her son came at her, pushing at her shoulders again. This time, she was ready, and she pushed back, dunking him below the water. One of his hands slid down her chest, over one breast, and a finger caught in her bikini strap. The top was stretched down before his finger broke free, and John's mom looked down. The top had snapped back against her breast, but it was too far to the side. One of her nipples was fully exposed. John, having pulled a short distance away, noticed it too. He was too embarrassed to say anything, though, and figured his mom would notice it on her own. He approached her again, this time trying another tactic. He dropped underwater and swam towards her. In the murkiness he saw her legs and bikini bottoms come into view. Some of her stomach was visible as well. John went for her thighs. Reaching around to the back of her legs, he pulled. His hands slipped from his mom's legs and he tried again, only to encounter the same problem. The third time, instead of reaching for her thighs, he reached for her hips. He grabbed and squeezed his mom's hips, trying to pull her off balance. One hand slipped to her ass, squeezing it in his frantic tugging, then returning to her hips. Finally, he pushed away and surfaced. John's mom was dizzy with pleasure. Her son had touched her hips, her thighs, even her ass. And now, back at the surface, she knew he could see her nipple. But she made no move to fix her top. It was too much of a turn on. She grinned at him. "I think you have one more try before it's my turn," she teased. John watched a droplet of water form on her nipple and then splash into the ocean. Should he tell her? He shook his head and then charged. His mom knew she would not be able to stand against this charge. She waited for it, her arms wide beneath the water, ready to embrace her son. When he hit her, she fell back willingly. He had come head first, and his face brushed against the breast whose nipple was not showing. She wrapped her arms around him, touching his ass, and pulled him under with her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her crotch pushed into his. Again she felt his cock, but this time it was between her legs. It was not hard, but she did not care. She ground against it anyway in the confusion beneath the water, her thighs tightening. Her son tried to get away, but she squeezed him hard, in a big bear hug. She pulled him into her breasts, felt his skin against her fully erect and exposed nipple. When she determined that staying this way any longer would no longer seem innocent to her son, she released him. They both surfaced at the same time. John was breathing hard, as was she, although not for the same reason. She felt like a sexed-up beast, craving pleasure on a very basic level. When she took her son's hand and led him deeper into the water, he followed. "Babe," she managed. Every breath was a gasp. "Remember this?" She turned away from him and pulled his hands around her neck. "Sure mom." When he was younger, his mom used to pull him around as she swam. The only problem now was that his arms would probably choke her if they went around her neck. She realized the problem and lifted her arms. "Under," she said. He wrapped his arms under hers, crossing them above her breasts. She could hardly hold back a moan as she felt his forearms across the top of her breasts. Then she began to swim, and John floated along behind her. There was another difference between now and when John was younger. Now, as she become horizontal swimming in the water, her son's crotch would bump into her ass every so often. John's mom felt it and her eyes closed in pleasure. Her 18-year-old son had his arms across the top of her breasts, and his cock was bumping into her ass. She was in heaven as she swam. She went faster, and his arms began to slide down her breasts. He held on tighter, but because she was going so fast, he could not move his arms back above her breasts. They were now folded across her nipples, including the one that was exposed. Her faster speed also caused her to become more horizontal, which meant his cock pushed into her ass far more often. It was all his mom could do to not cum. John found himself become aroused as well. He thought back to when his mom had been rubbing Sam, slicking her body with lotion. And he knew his forearms were pushed against his mom's tits. He wanted to slide further up to avoid her nipples, but she was going too fast. If he released her he would be left behind. Then an erection began to grow between his legs. He realized the implications of that when his cock bumped into his mom's ass. It was only slightly erect, so he hoped she had not noticed. He tried desperately to keep his cock from her ass, letting himself float more to the surface. But her ass rose too, and now his cock was not just bumping into it, but constantly pressing against it. He could rise no further, so he had no choice but to let his cock push into his mom's bikinied bottom. Beneath her son, John's mom was fully aware of what was pressing against her ass. In fact, when he had floated up, she had purposefully reached her butt up as well. And now there was nothing he could do, he was trapped against her. She whimpered with each stroke of her arms, hoping her son would think them a product of her swimming effort. She felt his cock crowing harder, felt its length pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She felt his arms squeezing her breasts as well. It was too much to stand. She had an orgasm as she swam, pushing her ass up into her son's cock, rotating her body from side to side with each stroke of her arms so that her breasts were rubbing against his arms and her ass was wiggling against his cock. At that point, John was just too erect to remain on his mother any longer. He was extremely conscious of his cock pushing between her ass cheeks, and could not imagine how his mom did not feel that. Worried that she would, he released her. Truly he felt disgusted with himself, and again he tried to attribute the erection to what had happened between Sam and his mom. But Sam was way back on the beach. And he could not deny that the length of his cock inserted down the length of his mom's ass crack had felt amazing. She stopped swimming when he released her and immediately slid a hand into her bikini bottoms. Two fingers massaged her pussy, while her other hand pinched her exposed nipple, which had just been grinding against her own son. She used her feet to stay afloat in the deep water, and to turn to face John. She smiled at him as she rubbed herself, as she played with her breast. John smiled back, a little worried about whether she had felt his erection. "We're out pretty far," he commented, and they were. No one else was out this deep. "Mhmm," she moaned. Her fingers worked their way inside of her cunt and she masturbated furiously. Her son, unaware, swam towards her. Her jaw was slack, her eyes half closed. John took it to mean she was tired from the vigorous swim. He moved close to his mom, but he was unable to see beneath the surface of the water. All he could see was a clear reflection of the blue sky above them. She continued to masturbate, continued to massage her breast. Her hand moved to her other breast, pulling it free from her bikini top as well. She pinched and squeezed it, not wanting to give all the pleasure to just one breast. When John came close enough, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He was surprised, but he didn't mind. "Love you babe," she managed, and then she kissed him again on the lips. As she kissed him, she came, pleasure exploding between her legs. She moaned loudly. "Ohhhh," she cried, and did not recall how long she came. When she again able to see things clearly around her, her son was look at her with concern. "Mom? Is it a cramp?" She just nodded, thankful for the convenient excuse. "Come on, I'll pull you in." John pulled her arms around his chest, the same way he had held on to her. Quickly he swam towards the shore, his mom's breasts pushing hard into his back. She suddenly realized that both of her nipples were bare against him, and she immediately came again, moaning softly. He took this to be an expression of her pain and swam faster, which only brought her body more flush against his. Her sticky crotch pushed hard into his ass, and again she came, again she moaned. She forced her pussy to remain hard against the cheeks of his ass as she orgasmed beneath the water. She just managed to replace her bikini top over her nipples by the time they reached shallow water. At the Beach John's mom thought her body numb from pleasure, but discovered it was not as her son wrapped one arm around her hips. The touch set off yet another explosion between her legs as she came for the final time. Her legs were so weak that she did not need to fake an injury as he led her up the beach. Halfway up the beach, John's mom recovered some of her senses and leaned off of her son. He looked to her but she just limped on ahead of him. In all honesty, she did not want to be near her son right now. In the throes of her passion, all reason and good judgment had abandoned her, and she had given in to the desire. Now that she had been thoroughly satisfied, her head was clear to consider the events of the day. God, she thought, this was her son. What on earth was she doing? She had made blatant sexual contact with the boy. And she found it very hard to believe that he had not noticed. In fact, she had felt his erection as they swam together. But then again, she figured that was totally her fault. Her actions had left him with no choice but to become aroused, for he was 18, and she was an older, attractive woman, who had been touching him in a very sexual way. As they approached their camp, she could not even bear to look at him, opting instead to flop down on her stomach out in the sun. It was just too uncomfortable dealing with the situation, when they had at least both been aware of his erection. Whether her son had realized the nature of her actions in the water she did not know, and feared to think about. She closed her eyes as the sun began to dry her back and she resolved to not make any more sexual advances towards her son. She then tried her best to clear all thoughts from her head. John sat in the shade, beneath their umbrella, gazing out at the ocean (for Sam was no longer there to gaze at). He had actually not realized that the erotic contact initiated by his mother had been intentional. Were it another a woman, there would be no question, but he was not yet prepared to even consider the fact that his mom was sexually attracted to him. No, he figured his erection against her ass had simply been his own sick mind, and he was totally disgusted with himself for it. What kind of freak was he? He sighed, not really certain he wanted to answer that question. He glanced to his mom, who was lounging on her stomach, in the sun...and he forced his eyes not to roam over her body. However, he could not help but think about the fact that she was very nearly naked, wearing just her bikini top which barely covered her breasts, and her bikini bottoms which covered just half of each ass cheek. Again he sighed and then stood. He retrieved a fresh towel from their bag and began to move into the sun, on the opposite side of their umbrella from his mom. He needed some distance between them. But she looked up at his stirring and called out to him as he was about to get settled in his new spot. "Babe?" He responded cautiously, watching her from across the patch of shade. "Yeah?" His mom had decided that she was going to prove to herself that her prior attraction had indeed been a passing phase, and that she was now rid of the strange anomaly. "Why don't you come over here?" John froze in indecision. Why did she want him to do that? But soon his thoughts were on the same path as that of his mom's. He wanted – no, he needed – to convince himself that he was not some sick pervert. With confidence, he picked up his towel and proceeded back towards the shade. When he reached the shade, she said, "Leave it." It took him a moment to realize she was referring to his towel. "Mine's already wet and there's no sense in messing two." She shifted over on her towel, making room for him. John left his and stepped back out into the sun. Before him lay his mother, her wet hair pushed back and the rest of her body glistening. She was still stretched out on her stomach, but she was up on one elbow, turned slightly to look at him with the side of her head resting on her hand. As hard as he tried, he could not avoid looking at her body. Holy crap, he thought, was she hot. Her skin was a rich tanned color, made more tantalizing by the droplets of water covering it. She was in her late thirties, but she worked out and was in amazing shape. His eyes started at her feet and moved longingly up to her muscular calves, admiring their shape. Next came her finely-toned thighs, and above that, her incredibly tight and curved ass. Her bikini bottom was snug against that ass, leaving little to the imagination. It was especially clingy because it was wet. And further up, past her hips, was the smooth arc of her back, which was further arched now, and twisted slightly, as she looked in his direction. This also caused one of her breasts to become fully visible, resting heavily in her bikini top, teasing him with its fullness as it hung from her chest. When he finally looked at her face, he saw she was smiling. He could not stop himself from smiling back, because he did love his mom. He longed for the innocence of that love, and hoped for its sake that he could resist another longing that was beginning to stir in his crotch. "Here babe. I made room." John's mom had moved to the left, but only a little. The towel was not really that big to begin with, and she had not made an effort to give her son much room. It was part of the test, she told herself. Gaining confidence from his own self-imposed test, John made as if his tiny spot was plenty large enough. He kneeled on the towel, the side of one knee touching the side of his mom's knee, and the other touching the edge of the towel. As he lowered himself down, his mom returned to laying fully on her stomach. Beside her, John had also come down on his stomach. He felt the length of his mom's leg touching his, felt their hips pushing together. He found that there was nowhere to put his left arm. His mom had her arms folded under her head, but her forearm was right next to his head, leaving no room for his own. Eventually he settled with laying it down flat between them. But he was extremely conscious of his arm touching the side of her breast as it rested there. A massive erection jumped into life in John's pants, crushing against the sand. He had been a fool to think he would not get aroused by this. His mom was nearly nude, and the sides of their bodies were flush against each other. Lust overwhelmed him and he struggled to keep his breathing steady. His mom was doing far better. She was fully aware of their bodies touching, especially at the side of her breast, but she was handling it well. Had she known the lust her son was feeling for her, she would not have felt so calm. But she had decided that her son was innocent in all of this, that her actions alone had forced him to become aroused before, and thus it was not difficult to bury her latent desires. She was overcome by a tranquil feeling and soon forgot that her son was even next to her. A short time later, the energy drain from her earlier multiple orgasms finally caught up with her, and she dozed off. John, meanwhile, spend that time immediately after laying down grinding his hips into the sand, rubbing his erection as surreptitiously as possible. He would shift just a little bit, so as not to disturb his mother, and find himself reward by waves of pleasure coming from his hardened cock. He would enjoy body brushing against her warm skin with each shift. It was his mother that was getting him so hard, but, having failed his test so fast, he was slowly becoming okay with that fact. Simply the fact that she was his mother, that it was so wrong, magnified the attraction. When he heard her first snore, fireworks began going off in his head. This was his chance! Looking around, he saw far less people still on the beach than before. It was getting later in the day so a lot of people were going home. Gently, he pulled away from his mom and turned to his left, on his side, looking at her. The rise and fall of her back was long and deep, and her snore was audible. She was asleep. Encouraged by that observation, he slowly moved his right hand towards her body, palm up. As gently as he could manage, he let one finger touch the side of her breast. When he pulled it back, he watched the slight depression it had made disappear. And she did not stir. His erection throbbed, but he forced himself to go slow, wanting to get the most from the experience. Again he moved his hand towards her breast. Now he touched it with all four fingers, watching her reaction, and feeling his cock grow impossibly hard. When again she did not move, he touched his thumb to her breast as well, and squeezed it ever so slightly. This caused her to shift a little, but her breathing was still slow and she was still snoring. John felt his mom's breast, truly amazed at what he was doing. Before today he would never have dreamed of such a thing. But now he was touching his own mother's breast, and in a sexual way. It was thrilling. Unable to restrain himself, he slid his hand fully under the breast. Her bikini top got pushed over as he did it, and his eyes went wide when he realized he was cupping his mom's bare tit. He felt her nipple in his palm, and it was wonderful. His breath came irregularly now, so overcome was he by desire. His mom continued to snore, oblivious to his touch. And there he remained for a minute or two, his hand tingling as it cupped her breast, his mind reeling at the possibility of her waking up. He knew he should stop, but he could not. His hands would not listen. Showing more bravado, both due to the fact that he had concluded her sleep was deep, and that he was so aroused he could hardly think, he reached his other hand, his left, towards his mother. He brought it to rest on her lower back, just above the waistband of her bikini, and felt the rise and fall of his mom, from both above and below, as she breathed. Slowly he slid the hand down over her waistband, and, impossibly, down over his mother's ass. He was touching her breast and her ass! Was this really happening? At that moment a man passed by near the water, giving them only a cursory glance. John noticed him and felt guilty immediately, and almost withdrew his hands. But then he noticed that the man was not really interested in them. He must have just assumed they were lovers, for such a sight was not uncommon on the beach. Grinning, John returned to his mom, considering what he could do next. His cock was extremely hard, incredibly erect, more than it had ever been, and he longed to push this further. Slowly he slipped his fingers inside her bikini bottom, extending them ever so slowly across her bare buttock. His fingers reached the crevice of her ass crack, and he dared to go further, letting his middle finger slip slightly into the crack. At that moment his mom stirred, and made a soft noise.. what was it? Oh my god, he thought. It was a moan! He wiggled his fingers against his mom's tit and was rewarded with another soft moan. Giddy with excitement, he contemplated what was happening. Was she perhaps have an erotic dream, induced by his touch? His suspicion seemed confirmed when she began to grind her breast down against his hand. He waited, and then she began to snore again. Still one hand was under her breast, the other stretched across her smooth ass. Unable to stand it any longer, he slid towards his mother. He was forced to lay on his arm in order to get close enough, but it was not important. For in the next moment sheer pleasure rocked his body as he touched his cock against his mom, through his bathing suit, against the side of her ass. She did not stir, so he pushed a little harder. His hands moved a little as well, massaging her breast and her ass. He felt her nipple grow hard in his hand, and heard her make another soft noise. What John did not realize was that noise had been an expression of her surprise. His prodding had awoken her, and she had gasped and opened her eyes when she felt the hands rubbing her body, and something hard against her side. Luckily, her grogginess wore off before she sat up, and she had enough sense to figure out what was going on. Her son thought her asleep, and was taking advantage of her. She squeezed her eyes shut and her pussy immediately become soaking, dripping wet. She could not help but moan, feeling her son rubbing her bare breast and his other hand – oh God, his other hand, it was touching the crack of her ass! And that hard thing pressing on her hip... it was his cock! She came then and moaned, and she felt her son freeze. One part of John terribly wanted his mom to wake up, wanted to straddle her and fuck her immediately. But another part of him desperately did not want that to happen. When he heard her moan, that part of him won, and he froze. He considered removing his hands, but if she was truly on the verge of waking, that could wake her completely. And so he waited. A few minutes later, her breathing was again heavy and he heard a soft snore. He began rubbing his cock against his mother again, gently, so as not to wake her. Of course, she was not asleep. Rather she was absolutely loving every minute of it. Her body vividly felt the movements of her son's hands and cock. Everything he touched – her ass, her tits, her side with his hard shaft – became alive with pleasure. Her baby boy, her babe, had given her so many body-rocking cum-spewing orgasms today, but none compared to those she felt now. They were so amazing, and came so often, that they began to feel like one long nonstop climax. It was everything in her to not cry out. She whimpered some, but she felt the frequency of her son's cock rubbing against her hip increasing rapidly, and knew he could not stop now. She did her best to act asleep, to not move, but the whimpers could not be stopped. It was incredible that she managed to only do those, for her body had never felt such pleasure. The feel of her son's cock on her body, of her son's hands rubbing and touching her breasts and her ass, was far beyond any sensation her body had known in all its 37 years. John was whimpering as well. He grew dizzy as he pushed his cock into the side of his very own mother's sensual soft ass. He heard his mom's whimpers, but assumed she was sleeping because she did not move. Plus there was no way she would be going along with this if she was conscious of what was happening. No, she was interpreting all of his touches in some sort of dream, he decided. That did nothing to reduce his pleasure, though. He was actually touching his mother's soft tit and ass, and he was about to cum against her body. He worked his finger into his mom's ass crack and heard her whimper louder. He moved his hips faster, feeling the bottom of his ultra-sensitive cock rubbing into her. Unsatisfied, and on the verge of passing out, he took his hand from her ass and pulled his cock free, then pushed it into this mom's thigh, dragging the bottom of it up and down her smooth skin. Encouraged by the noises she was making, noises that were growing louder and meeting his impending climax, he moved the tip of his finger closer to her ass hole. He rocked his hips faster and faster, rubbing his cock up and down her side, using his hand to push it into her. Faster and harder, and had anyone noticed them there would have been little doubt as to what was going on. Faster he thrust, harder he rubbed, and just before he felt himself cum he pushed the tip of his finger into his mom's asshole. He dug it deep inside her ass, up to his second knuckle, and she moaned loudly. In the back of his mind he knew his mom was no longer asleep. That thought made him cum then, made him shoot hot cum all over his mother. It shot down her hip, as well as up and over onto her back. He came again and again, shooting stream after stream. Cum pooled in the crevice of her lower back, and he squeezed her breast hard. She cried out in ecstasy, but to say she merely had an orgasm would be an understatement. She had been cumming consistently for the entire ordeal. Now, she exploded. He cunt literally exploded with juices and hot sticky cum. Her son's own hot cum splashing against her back drove her absolutely mad, causing more to drip and flow from her own drenched pussy. Yet still she did not move, she could not, she could not face her son. Please God, she thought. Please let him think I am sleeping. It's so irrational, but this whole thing is irrational, please... just let him think I am asleep. When they were both finished, each of them breathing hard, John gently extracted his hands from her body. With the lightest touch he toweled off her body, gently soaking up his cum from his mother's back. He acted as if she were in fact sleeping, but deep down he knew the truth. When he was finished he brought the towel down to the water with him to wash it off. As John returned he noticed that there were far fewer people on the beach. The sun was getting low over the ocean, and people had been filtering home. However, the waning light did not deter his mom from tanning. He found her stretched out on her back on the towel they had shared, legs out straight and arms along her sides, palms up. An empty bottle of water was beside her, and he realized she had used it to wet herself down. This was not uncommon, but John took note of how transparent her top and bottoms were. Her nipples poked hard through the tiny patches of cloth covering them. They were so visible that it almost looked like she was topless. Her bottoms were transparent as well, and he found he could easily see the lips of her pussy. Had his mom always worn these skimpy bikinis to the beach? She had, he realized, he had just never noticed it before. Their eyes locked as he approached. John's mom knew that her son desired her, while John was beginning to believe that she felt the same way towards him. They shared a brief knowing gaze until John looked away. He headed for underneath the umbrella. "Babe?" She sounded normal, but John could not trust his own voice to sound like that. He just looked at her. "Come here, babe." He complied, walking over to his mother, his eyes dancing briefly over her breasts and then back to her face. She was squinting against the sun, but she had seen him look at her chest. It turned her on. "Could you go fill the water for me?" John looked past her at the empty bottle. There was a fountain just up the beach that they used for refills. "Sure mom," he managed. He stepped around her and bent down to pick up the bottle. His ass was close to her face as he did so. When he turned around, he knew from her mischievous grin on that she had been staring at it. When he got back his mom stood. Her bikini was still totally transparent, her body still wet. John handed her the bottle and then, suddenly, she was embracing him, her arms wrapped fully around his body. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her hips pushed right up against his. Their bodies were in full contact and John felt his erection begin. His cock grew hard against his mother, but instead of pulling away, she pushed her hips harder into him. She then kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "Thanks babe." His mom turned and bent down to put the water on the sand. She was far too close to him, though, and her ass pressed against his crotch. For the second time this incredible day John felt his hardening cock push against his mother's ass. She stayed down like that longer than necessary, pretending to be setting the water in its exact place. He noticed that the crack of her ass was visible - bending had stretched her waistband down considerably When she finally stood, he could still see her ass, but she made no attempt to fix it. She was teasing him, he suddenly realized. His own mother was teasing him. She turned and hugged her son again. This time she did not push her hips into him, for she clearly saw his enormous erection and did not want to go too fast. She did rub her breasts against him, though, and kissed him once more, on the other cheek. When she pulled away his reaction told her that it had worked. He was openly staring at her breasts, where both nipples had just barely teased out of her top, a result of her carefully orchestrated rubs against his body. John had a generous view of the areolas of both of his mom's breasts. Of course, she pretended not to notice his gaze, instead arching her back, flaunting her tits in a fake stretch. At the Beach I was the one that had to draw the line, I told myself. Despite how all of it had been building. Despite how he was older and a young man now. It was still me, his mother, that had to be the one to stop anything wrong from happening. I knew that and I held to that, even when it got tougher and tougher to do. I mean, he and I were together so much, and after he had just finished his second year in college, he seemed as much a good friend to me as my son. We talked. We laughed. We could just hang-out. He talked to me about school and what classes he did and didn't like. I told him about work and the craziness that happened with the personalities in the office. He easily talked to me about the girls he'd dated at school. I openly talked to him about the off and on relationship I was having with John, my current husband. And, neither of us really discussed his father, who'd left us both several years before. Actually, it was in part due to John that the situaiton happened as it did between Jack and myself. The summer beach trip that was planned and that John backed-out of was a really bad disappointment for me. Jack knew that, and he felt bad for me when I told him about it. He was happy to hear that I was going anyway. He surprised me when he asked whether I wanted company. I told him he didn't have to do that, and his response was that he wanted to. I felt a giddy, light feeling as I said alright, "yeah come on along." The giddiness should have clued me in that this was something I had to be careful with. I think I just ignored any chance that there was the possibilty that things might get out-of-hand. The warning signs had been there. For sometime, he and I had not only spent more time, but we easily touched and caressed each other. We talked every couple of days, and like I said before, we talked about just about everything. He drove down to the beach that Friday, and I remember running out to meet him when he got there. I threw my arms around him and we hugged, both of us happy to be together and both happy to be at the beach. I remember thinking and saying out loud, "Now why can't I get John to be this enthused about getting down here?" "He's crazy not to," Jack had replied and I looked up at him appreciating his sweetness to me. It was that Friday night that we had dinner and the wine flowed. We danced afterwards at this little dance place where you could dance outside and take in the salty air. Later, I was still taking in that salty air and listeneing to the waves crash as we walked down the little pier to the beach to stare out at the beach and listen to those waves. It was a great feeling--- between the wine, the waves, and Jack standing behind me holding me--- as we silently looked out over the moonlit sea. Time was seemingly stopped and we were just there, in the moment. I felt his touch as he wrapped his arms down my sides and to my waist to support my leaning back against him. His hands went beneath my blouse that was loose and draped over the top of my shorts, to soothingly feel my skin at my stomach. His hands lightly rubbed against my skin there and I thought I felt goosebumps at his gentle touch there. As I leaned back on him, I noted how solid and firm he felt, as I sorta just melted into his embrace from behind. My hands were at his arms as his hands traced at my skin on my stomach, and I stroked his arms as his hands made me very aware of my bare skin. My hands stopped on his arms when his hands moved just higher, inching his rub to just above my stomach. My hands didn't really hold onto his arms in a gesture to stop as much as they did stay in one place as I let them rest there. "I think John is crazy not to be here," he said quietly to my ear. "Yeah?" I said just as quietly back. "Oh yeah," his mouth seemed to get closer to my ear. "Beautiful ocean, beautiful night, beautiful woman." "Oh Jack, you are so sweet darling," I cooed. "Someday you are going to make some woman very happy." "Yeah? Well, tonight I just wanna make you very happy." Nothing was said the few moments after he said this. It was like we both let it hang in the air. I did give away my comfort as I let myself sway in his arms back and forth gently. I was immediately aware of just how exposed to his touch I was, since his hands were making circles on my bare stomach. He let one hand rest at my stomach with his palm at my navel. I felt his other hand lift to where his fingertips traced further down. My mind seemed to blur as I felt so good resting against him. It was like I was only feeling and not really thinking about more than his touching me. "I should have had you bring some girl from school down here, so that you'd have more fun on this trip." "I'm content right now. I just wish you were more relaxed is all." "Jack, don't be silly darling, I'm very relaxed." "Yeah?" He questioned me. "Well, sure." "Okay, then let me ask you something." "Okay." I was unsure what he'd ask. "I'll bet you're not as relaxed as you would be if I wasn't your son. ... Am I right?" "Well, Jack." I was trying to think of just what to say in response. "I don't know." "I mean, if I wasn't your son, would this bother you?" He said this as he moved his face next to mine causing it to put his cheek to mine. He was very close and his cologne seemed intoxicating to me. "Or this?" He moved his lips to my neck and kissed my tender skin there. "Jack...," I closed my eyes and felt his kiss still at my neck, soft and so very sensuous. His fingertips drew a line across the soft skin at the waist of my shorts. "Jack, we have to stop this," I heard myself say it in a half-whisper. He brought his lips back to my ear. "I want you to do something," he said softly into my ear. "Jack," I pleaded. "Please don't make this harder." "I want you to try." "Whats that?" My face half-turned to try to gauge him, but his face was still at my ear and all I accomplished was putting my cheek to his lips. He kissed at me again and stroked the skin at my waist. I told myself I should move away. "Well... . I want you to pretend that I'm not your son." He paused and I thought of what to say. "Honey, please understand. I don't think I can do that. I can't do that." The fingertips slipped under the waist band of the shorts. I sighed heavily, but I reached down with my hand and stopped him in place. "Tell me---honestly---you'd like it wouldn't you, if we pretended I wasn't your son right now?" He said it almost teasingly. The hand that had remained at my stomach now inched up, while his other fingers remained held in place by me at my waistband. He grazed my earlobe with his lips. "We gotta stop, Jack." "Okay, but first tell me, okay? You can tell me you'd like that wouldn't you?" I could tell he was smiling at me, and the next thing I knew I felt him press more to me from behind. I couldn't help it, my attention went to his hardness pressing me from behind. He used the distraction to ease his fingers down my shorts some. I immediately tried to hold his hand from going farther there. "Are you gonna tell me?" His fingers rubbed in my pubic hair at my swollen mound and I breathed very heavily. His fingers traced through my trimmed hair there and I felt myself dampen. "Yea... . Yes." I trembled. "Yeah? Why would you like that, huh?" He kept his fingers moving at my pubic hair and I tried to keep myself from swaying in his arms. "Because... ." I was breathing hard with my head turned toward my shoulder. "Because why?" He taunted once more, and then he moved his face around to where he could reach my mouth with his lips. He kissed me hard and I parted my lips and took his searching tongue. He kissed me passionately to where he was opening my mouth with his and delving his tongue within my mouth and I sucked at his lips and tongue. While he kissed me deeply, I felt his fingers down there go to my lips moist and slick from how he had aroused me. His fingers played with them and rubbed at them, and I groaned hard into his mouth. While we still kissed, his other hand moved higher and I paused waiting to see what would happen next. He placed his left hand flat across the skin above my right breast, and in a sweeping motion down my breast, he moved the thin fabric of my bra off of my breast to open it to his complete touch. His hand cupped my breast and gave a gentle squeeze. It came back to me how exposed we were and the fact that we were in public. "Jack," I started. His hand stopped instantly and we waited for my words. A short moment passed where I said nothing else. Then, he held my breast in his palm and rolled the nipple with his fingers and I audibly exhaled. His hand at my crotch squeezed just slightly and a finger easily passed inside my folds and on into me where I was wet and warm at his touch. I couldn't help but let out a little cry at the tingling sensations that he caused as he moved his finger around inside me. His hand gripped a little tighter and I openly moaned out loud, his finger now resting inside me. He brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me again, and I pressed my mouth to his. I felt him starting to work his finger up and down inside me and I made crying noises as I felt light-headed from the sensations. I broke our kiss and started moaning at the orgasm he was causing and I had to keep moving against his hand as he finished making me climax on his hand. I rotated my hips and twisted at his hand as I wantonly let my pussy ride his hand. He let me rock at him while I shuddered through the last tingling of my time. He held me as I tried to pull myself together. After a moment, he was leading me by the hand, and I just followed. He led us off the pier, and he took a sharp turn to the right, going along the water's edge. The further up we walked the darker it got, and I realized we hadn't seen anyone out on the beach in this area. He got us a ways up and he stopped at what appeared to be firm and dry sand. He suddenly pulled me to him and embraced me, bringing his lips to mine again and kissing me deeply, his tongue and lips passionately massaging my mouth. I took him into my mouth and kissed him back, feeling myself warming and starting to gush like before. After we had kissed for some time, he pulled back, and I realized I was short of breath. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and started yanking it off his shoulders. The next thing I knew he was pulling me down on top of him as he was lying back on the shirt he laid out onto the sand. He pulled me down to where I was on top of him, and it struck me how he was completely directing everything and I was a little surprised how turned-on his aggressiveness was making me. We kissed some more, but it was clear he had something else in mind as he started moving me up to where he could reach my shorts. He was unbuttoning them and starting to pull at them downward and I paused before helping him make it possible to do so. He may have sensed my pause and he grabbed my hand and put it to the hard bulge in his pants. I instinctively squeezed at his manhood and I heard myself grunt. I positioned my legs so he could tug my shorts on down and off. I found myself straddled over him and looking both directions up and down the beach as he undid his button and zipper, then scooted his pants down some. I was feeling a cool breeze at my exposed crotch, when I looked down to see that he had gotten himself freed. I stared at his thick cock and saw it throb waiting on me. Jack again brought my hand to him, and I wrapped my small fist around his base. I looked down at him and shook my head slightly in disbelief. He grinned and nodded up at me. I felt him move his hips up as if to simulate his thought. I lowered my hips and kept my eyes on his. In the darkness out on that beach, I looked in my son's eyes as I positioned his cock up to take me. We both flinched when I found him with my lips down there. I was wet and my lips slick, but he was still thick for me so I rubbed at the head of him some to coat him with me. He groaned at the feel of me there and moved in my hand trying to push up inside me. From his movement and his earlier eagerness, I knew he'd want to take me hard so I tried to ready myself for what was to come. I hunched at his shaft moving up and down and trying to coat him before letting him inside me. He moved at the same time trying his best to push on in. Finally, I felt even wetter as I moved my lips at his head, and one of his upward thrusts lodged himself into me. 'There,' I thought, 'it has happened.' I let out a breath myself and then I eased just a little more down, feeling myself stretch a little and relax enough. My pussy clenched at him. But, when I felt the walls inside myself relax to take more, I released him from my fist. I let him take me. I started to move down, and he bucked his hips up and into me and I screamed as he impaled me. My hands rested on his chest and propped me where I could sit further and further down on him, as we started to rock back and forth at each other. He was hard inside me, and I liked how he felt. He worked his hips to buck into me and I felt how strong he moved at me. I was sliding up and down on him and feeling myself gush at his shaft as he worked longer strokes under me. He felt so hard and so full there as I became more comfortable and sat back. I was almost bouncing against him when I felt tingling. I couldn't help but let a low moan escape me, as my body twitched. I could feel it coming. His hands gripped my hips and moved me with him. I went from moaning to a grunting that made me feel raw as I began to realize I was completely into fucking him and past any sense of restraint. I let myself move in a way I hadn't in years, where my hips went from moving up and down to more of a back and forth motion. I had always loved the feeling inside when I could feel my own thrusts causing a cock to go back and forth, and my lovers always seemed to appreciate the way my hips picked up the pace and almost seemed double-jointed. This time was no exception. My fast back and forth pushing surprised him and he held fast to my hips as I was now fucking him, and he knew it. His cock was planted inside me to the base of me, and my walls quivered with my welling orgasm. I let my head fall back some and it caused my breasts to jut forward. His hands squeezed at them and stroked my nipples. He had to feel my juices sopping down his shaft onto his crotch, I thought. He started groaning and I could tell he was about to com. This was enough to push me over the top, and I again screamed as I rode at him and spasmed on his cock. He pushed at his hips and used his hands to make me grind at him, while he shot inside me. His cock pumped and he yelled. I pushed back against him, wanting his all. "Yeah, yeah. Give it to me." I urged to him. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," he grunted. Finally, he paused and I took this as a cue to stop with him. We stayed still for a moment. He was laying back. I was sitting on him still. We both panted and tried to catch our breath. After a couple of moments of us just basking in the feelings of having just felt all of this, he reached to my face and pulled me to him. I felt his lips press mine as we kissed. It was a sweet tender kiss, and it became a little firmer when he slipped his tongue between my lips. I sucked at his tongue as I kissed him back. I thought I felt him twitch again at his cock still lodged in me. "We better go on up to the room," I smiled to him as I started off of him. I couldn't wait to get him upstairs. At The Beach My name is Dave, and I finally made it to beach. I had been saving the past year for this excursion. I was so burned out from work I decided to treat myself. A week at a private beach was what I had in mind. I wasn't staying at some large hotel either. This place had a handful of beautiful huts situated on an exclusive beachfront. The beach directly in front of the huts was quite private, but the manager said if I didn't mind walking a half mile or so, I would be all by myself. I made the half mile walk and it was true. I was all by myself. I put my blanket down and dropped my personal effects bag down next. I placed plenty of sunburn lotion on and then got on my stomach to observe the blue-green ocean. This was the life, I thought. I had been there maybe a half hour when I saw a dot on the horizon. It was walking my way. I could eventually make out it was another person. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I thought I would have this part of the beach all to myself. This person finally got closer. He was maybe one fifty feet away when he stopped and found his spot on the beach. I could see from this far away he was a male, dark black hair, and a deep tan. He also had a physique that made me take notice. I hated to be staring, I knew it was too obvious. It was just the two of us out here after all. This man got all his belongings in place and then he surprised me. He slipped his trunks off and started to place lotion on his body. The people where I was staying told me that nude sunbathing was permitted. It wasn't that my friend had stripped down that shocked me a bit. He started to walk towards me. He made it look so natural, like he normally walked around nude most days. I really was gawking now, as he got closer. His cock was about the same size as mine, but his cockhead was huge. As he walked closer I could see his pecker swaying. I was afraid my own cock was stirring in my trunks a little. My dark haired friend approached and told me his name was Josh. He said he hated to bother me, but he asked if I could spread some tanning lotion on his back, as he couldn't reach there. He made it seem like this was the most natural request in the world. I said sure, then stood up and placed some lotion on the palm of my hands. I started to spread it on his back first. I could see he worked out in a gym somewhere. His muscles were very hard and firm. Josh spread his legs a little as I worked my hands down to his asscheeks.I made sure I placed plenty of lotion down his crack. I also knelt down to cover the backs of his legs. I was staring at his long cock dangling down as I applied the cream. My cock was starting to get semi-hard. I really didn't want to have Josh see me this way. I finished applying the cream when Josh said he was going into the water, would I like to join him. Josh said I should lose my trunks before we went in the water. He asked if I had worked out. I said I only did some running. I didn't go to a gym. I have never been self-conscious about my body, but I was right then. Josh was a hunk, no denying it. He put me on the spot, so I dropped my trunks and we walked down to the water. We both dove in and swam around. The water was warm and it felt good against my nude body. We were in the water maybe fifteen minutes. Josh then started to walk back out and then stood there in the light surf. Josh motioned me over to him. I walked over and we were a foot apart at best. Josh just stood there, eyeing me. I am sorry, but my cock started to get stiff. I looked at his body and it was getting to me. Josh moved in closer to me and kissed me firmly on the mouth. I have to tell you, I had never been with a man before. It wasn't that I had never thought about it. I just had never took the first steps to find out. Josh opened his mouth and I did the same. I felt his cock pressed against my belly. If that doesn't make you hard, I don't know what does. We were standing there in each others arms, it felt so right to me. Josh finally pulled away and said we should walk back to our belongings. I was a little put out, but I followed back to my blanket. When we got back, Josh got on his back and spread his legs for me. I had my eyes fixed on his cock. It was lying on his belly, and it looked huge. Josh motioned for me to join him. I slid onto his chest. We started kissing all over again. Our cocks were straining against each other. Josh had me so turned on. Josh was groaning as I rubbed against his hard body. I was fighting the thought of cumming right there in his arms. I was trying to control myself, but it was getting so hard. In the course of all the contact, my cock got loose and was rubbing up and down Josh's crack. "Get the lotion Dave," Josh told me. I reached over and grabbed the tube. Josh took it from my hand. He put a glob in his hand and applied it to my hard rod. He also took some lotion and applied around his hole. I had never done this with a man before. I was a little defensive. "Fuck me Dave, please?" Josh pleaded with me. I lifted Josh's legs some and pushed them towards his chest. His ass was totally exposed to me. I took my stiff pecker and guided to his ass. I slowly pushed my cockhead in. Josh groaned and threw his head back. I was going slow. I rocked in and out of his tight manhole. I maybe had a couple of inches inside. Josh brought his legs down and around my back. I slide right in as he did this. "Oh Fuck!" Josh screamed out. I started to fill Josh's bottom with my raging hard cock. I had never felt something as tight as Josh's bunghole. I started to give him long strokes, I was buried right to the root. It wouldn't be a stretch to say we were both in fuck heaven. I think we both lost it right there on the beach. After it seemed I had loosened up Josh's hole, I fed him with short, hard strokes. I must have been hitting Josh's prostate. His cock was standing straight up and hard as could be. Josh let out a gasp and he brought his ass up from the blanket. A geyser of cum came shooting from his mushroom head. He must have shot three feet or more. When I saw this I just lost it. I started to squirt my manseed into his bottom. I just kept pumping and fucking him. I couldn't believe how much cum I had in me. Josh felt my load explode in his ass and started to scream at me. "Don't stop, keep fucking me!" Josh begged me. We must have gone another ten minutes or more. Who could tell? My balls were aching when I finally slipped out of Josh. I fell on top of him. We were both panting like two dogs in a heat wave. It took some time to calm down. We were kissing each other and talking about what had just happened. I told Josh that it was my first time with a man. Josh was a little more experienced than me, he said. Josh told me he was picky who he made love to. He hadn't expected to come across anyone there on the private beach. When he saw me he got excited and tried to get me excited also. It was safe to say it got past the excitement stage that afternoon. After we recovered sufficently we walked back to out huts. For the rest of the week we were either at the beach or in one another's hut. Josh taught me how to make love to another man. I had my virgin hole taken that week. Josh fucked me more than once in fact. We traded off sliding our hard cocks into one another. I also learned how to please a man with my mouth. Josh really enjoyed this part of our lovemaking. I was able to take most of his cock down my throat. I lost count how many scalding loads were shot into my belly. Josh was a human cum machine. Josh also used his mouth on me as well. Josh knew just what buttons to push to bring me off each time. Normally he would suck me and then shove a finger into my ass at the last moment. That set me off each and every time. I blew load after load into his mouth when he did this. The week came to a close too fast for both of us. One good thing came about. Josh and I lived barely two hours drive away from each other. We made plans to hook up after we got home. Right now I am home and my cock is stiff just thinking about having Josh in my bed once more. At The Beach The morning sun shines bright & hot, burning into the sand. I shift slightly in my chair, watching. The women on the beach, in various types of swimwear, hold my attention. I watch the teens scamper about, wearing very little, frolicking in the waves. I watch the 20 somethings, lying on the beach getting tanned. I watch the 30 somethings & up, reading or watching their children play in the surf. My cock is slightly stiff from my gazing. The bulge in my trunks is slightly noticeable, but I don't care. I want someone to notice... I see you, wearing a nice tight one-piece white suit, cut very low, walking down the beach with your accessories. You can't see me watching you behind my sunglasses as you look for a vacant spot. You see some open sand about 10 feet in front of me, somewhat close to the surf, but not too close. You work your way over, dropping your beach bag & spreading out your towel. I watch your every move, watch you bend over to straighten your towel, watch your suit ride up into the crack of your very sweet ass. You turn & straighten the other end & I get my first glimpse of your tits. My cock swells. You straighten up & look right at me. I feign sleep while I watch you look me over. Your eyes stop at the growing bulge in my suit & you smile slightly. You sit down on your towel & get lotion from your bag. You squirt some on your arms, legs, chest, rubbing it in. As you are squirt some down your back, I make my move. I jump to my feet & come up behind you. You don't see me as I start to massage the lotion into your back & shoulders. You jerk & turn your head to see who is behind you. "Sorry to startle you, but I noticed you needed a bit of help," I say, as I continue to massage your shoulders & down your back. "Why, thank you. Normally, I just dump half a bottle across my shoulders & hope it drips down my back," you say, as I keep working your skin. The lotion is completely rubbed in now, but I don't stop. I keep massaging you, working my hands lower down your back, 'til my fingers meet the edge of your suit. I gently shift the fabric down slightly, caressing your skin & kneading your back muscles. You turn your head to me with a quizzical look. "Well, if your suit shifts, we don't want you getting a burn spot there, do we?" I ask, working my fingers lower & further into your suit. "No, I suppose not," you say, turning around to face me. "Maybe you should put some more here & here." You lightly touch your cleavage & the leg openings of your suit. "Yes, I agree, you certainly don't want a burn on such sensitive spots," I say, squirting more lotion on my hands & massaging your cleavage. My fingers touch your breasts, slipping inside your suit, working my way closer to your nipples. I can see you are aroused, as your nipples are very hard & there is a slight wet spot in the crotch of your suit. You stare me in the eyes as I touch you, finally getting a hard nipple in my fingertips. You never take your eyes off mine as you moan very softly, & spread your legs a bit. You drop a hand to my thigh, caressing up the muscle, teasing me as I fondle your very nice, very hard nipples. I take my hands out of your suit, squirt more lotion on one, & start to massage your upper thigh with one hand, while going back to your nipple with the other. I slide a finger inside the crotch of your suit, teasing your outer pussy lips. Your eyes flutter quickly, then open back up, staring into mine. I spread your lips with one hand, while I pinch & fondle your nipple. I slip a finger inside you, feeling the wetness that has gathered there, then slide up your cunt, finding your hard clit, pulsing & yearning for touch. I rub my finger gently over your swollen clitty, making you squirm on the towel. You abandon the teasing & run your hand up the leg of my trunks, gripping my dick. "Oh, that's very nice," you say, never taking your eyes off mine. I nod & smile at you, bending closer. I whisper, "I would like to kiss you now, if that is ok." You lean to me in response & our lips meet. No pretense or hesitation, our mouths open wide, our tongues mashing together wildly. Your hand pulls my cock out into the open air & strokes him furiously, as you try to buck your hips on my pussy-probing finger. I shift your suit to the side & slip two fingers inside you, while I continue to flick over your pulsating love button. "Think we could fuck like this?" I whisper to you. You move your crotch closer to me, laying your legs on top of mine & wiggling closer, guiding my throbbing prick into your open wet pussy hole. I shift closer to you, letting the head of my cock enter you slightly. I dearly want to fill your cunt, feel your hot tight pussy grab my dick & not let go, but it is impossible from this position. I push a little more & get a bit more inside you. "Fuck this," you say, pushing me back. You shift on top of me & ram your hips down, taking my cock deep inside your inviting snatch. You bend over & we kiss again, as I grab your ass, forcing you up & down on me. You break our kiss, leaning down on both arms & stare in my eyes again, as you lift & lower your hips on me. I reach for one of your tits, pull it out of your suit, & latch on a nipple, sucking & licking like mad. You don't take your eyes off mine, reaching down to flick over your clit while you ride me. We fuck hard for what seems like a long time, wallowing in our pleasure, grunting, moaning, gasping, fucking. Heedless of those around us, not caring, we exult in each other's wanton sexuality, ramming deep inside, touching, licking, sucking our most sensitive areas, almost desperate for the other to cum & cum hard. You toss your head back & growl, "I'm gonna cum, stud, yes, oh god, yes, I'm cummminnnnnnnnnnnnnnng." I grunt &, as your cunt grips my swollen cock in the throes of orgasm, I fill your slit with my boiling cum, shooting deep inside your spasming pussy. We fuck hard, getting every last bit of cum out of our sweaty bodies. You bend over again, your face inches from mine, & whisper, "By the way, what's your name?" We both giggle, as my slowly dwindling cock slips out of your beautiful pussy. "I'll tell you in my room, ok?" I ask... At the Beach - A Visualisation Lie back and close your eyes. Allow your mind to wander. Let those thoughts of where you are and what you were just doing, let them float away, you don't need them right now. You are here with me, and that is all that matters right now. This is our time. This is the time you can let go of everything; your time; you to enjoy. What a luxury to have your own time to just switch off and relax and play here with me. Just allow yourself to drift. Let your mind wander, not letting it settle on any particular thought. How hard your mind works, each thought driving in on the previous. Never stopping, never pausing even for a moment. Wouldn't it be just so relaxing to stop all these thoughts crashing in on you. Let them drift in and out of your mind now, just being aware they are there but not listening to them. They have no control over you. They pass through your mind like strangers passing in the street. You are drifting just watching these thoughts pass and realising that none of them are affecting you. You are detached from your thoughts. You lie there and keep your eyes closed, not tightly. Feel your eyelids relax, feel your body sink into the bed. Feel its support, it is lifting you. It is carrying you. You just sink back and let go. Feel yourself fall as you let go and then feel the mattress catch you and hold you. You see, you do not need to keep yourself from falling. You can let go, knowing that you will be caught. Feel that assurance that you are totally supported, able to just let go. Sink into the mattress now and feel it envelope you. It feels good doesn't it. Your mind turns now to your shoulders. Feel the tightness in them. As you lie there, slowly roll your right shoulder and then your left. Then your right, then your left. You feel as though you are swimming on the bed. Because you are supported, floating and your shoulders can relax. Feel that tension reduce in them as you continue to roll them. First right and then left. Right then left. Now tip your head back. Feel it sink into the mattress holding you. Feel the back of your neck tense. Scrunch your shoulders to squeeze your neck. Now release. Feel the tension build in the back of your neck and then release. Repeat, scrunching your shoulders together as you tilt your head back. Then as the pressure feels tight, release and let your head sink down again and your shoulders let go of that tension as they relax back again. Repeat this a few times, scrunch up and then release. Scrunch, release. The tension all drifting away. Are you loving the way you are becoming more relaxed? No cares, no tension, fully supported here with me. As you lie there your mind starts to drift towards a favourite place you have visited before. When you were there you felt so relaxed, you felt so happy, so in touch with life. Feel yourself being relaxed and happy like you were that time. Smile as you remember how special this place is for you. You feel safe, you feel relaxed. Are you at the beach? Ok, then feel the sand pushing in between your toes as you walk along staring out at the big wide ocean. The sea looks so pale in the bright sunlight. The sun is hot, you can feel it beating down on your back as you walk. Its rays caress you. They make you feel relaxed. The sun is hot and you can feel the heat in your shoulders. It relaxes you and makes you feel lethargic. You are feeling quite sleepy and relaxed and the sound of the waves crashing in onto the sand makes your eyelids feel heavy. You walk and watch the white crests of the waves coming in. The waves are not high, the ocean looks calm. Too hot to create much of a disturbance. The waves soar in to the beach, crash and then withdraw. Your breathing falls into rhythm with the crashing waves. You feel at one with nature. There is no one around. The beach is empty. You are alone with the ocean and you feel drawn towards it. You head towards the sea. The warming heat of the sun on your skin feels fantastic, you just luxuriate in the warmth. Lie back and listen to the sea. Listen to the gentle fall of water on sand and then that slow draw as it recedes. Listen to the driving roar as it rushes back in again. You are lying flat on the sand. Feel the warming sun glowing on your face and listen to the ebb and flow of the tide. Your finger rests under your clit, it is hiding, protected, but you place your finger resting against its underside. It feels nice, restful, the warmth of your finger as it just rests against the hood protecting your clit. As you lie there feeling the slight pressure, listen again to the water sweeping in over the sand. As it comes in draw your finger along your hood and tease your clit. Feel the pull of the soft pad of your finger tugging at its; the drag of your finger tugging at it. Feel the tension slowly mount as you listen to the waves drawing nearer. Then just as the waves break and the sound changes to the energetic percussion of water cascading over the sand, flick the end of your clit and feel its responding dance of excitement. Lie there and listen to the rhythm repeat over and over again, and as it does so, your finger works at your clit over and over again. Drawing in and crashing. Pulling and flick, pull then flick and hear the sound of the waves as you pull your finger along its length and then flick the tip of your clit for me. Feels nice, relaxed doesn't it. Just lying in the sand and playing and feeling the slow build of tension and then release. The soothing sound of the waves breathing in unison with your body, the slow climb of your finger and the sharp crash at the end. It is a nice feeling isn't it? Feeling your arousal build and then fall. Not too strong, not too violent. It is a vast ocean, and this vast ocean makes you happy. Your happiness as big as the ocean is wide. It doesn't seem to end. You are lying there on this empty beach and your dress, made of thin material, wraps around your legs. Your arms clasp your knees as you feel the fresh sea air blow across your face, and you feel happy. The tide is coming in and the water is getting closer. You feel the coolness of the material as it laps at your skin, clinging to it. You feel the gentle coolness contrast with the heat from the sun. You feel refreshed by it, you like the cold touch of the material sticking to your skin, cooling you from the heat of the sun. It makes you think how sensitive your flesh is to touch: the warming touch of the sun's rays and the cooling embrace of the material of your dress. It feels nice, doesn't it. Making you feel sensual, an arousal as you become more aware of your sense of touch. The heat and warmth and the refreshing coolness. You love the tickling pleasure of the wet material. Your finger still pulling and flicking at your clit, teasing it as it grows longer and stands more erect. You feel the long climb each cycle and you listen to the waves crashing in and drawing back. Crash in and draw back and each time that little flick on its sensitive tip. You are just drifting in the sensations, the warmth, the cool, the fresh moistness in the air and the slight tingle in your pussy. Perfectly relaxed, perfectly happy. The water is easing in. You can feel it. You can feel the water lapping at you feet. Feel the power of the waves pushing at them, urging you to open your legs. Open your legs now for the waves and think about how much you love losing control. Surrendering yourself to me. You can feel the moistness collecting at the entrance to your womb, but she is hidden from you. Yet as you obey the call of the sea, as your legs open, you reveal her to me. How much you love being naked before me, and fingering yourself, letting me watch. You love me to watch you lose control as your desires grow stronger and consume you. Your pussy is revealed to the waves. Feel the water start to trickle up your legs. Your pussy is still hidden swathed in the material of your dress, but the water is coming. You can feel the little wet tongues on your thighs lapping at your flesh. Your Master is telling you to open your legs more. Let the world see those secret places that you can feel with your fingers but can only see when you present yourself to the mirror. Remember sitting in some quiet moment alone, before your mirror, legs spread wide and staring at your pussy, your fingers tugging at those outer lips, prizing them away from protecting your entrance. Your curiosity driving your attention deeper within those soft flushed walls. Now imagine your eyes looking through your Master's eyes, right now as you are presenting yourself to me. How wonderful it feels to obey, to know that the waves can see your open and exposed core? Feel the water lapping against your open thighs, imagine it is your Master's tongue, licking at your silky smooth flesh. You feel hot, your pussy is hot and open waiting for him at the top. His tongue is driving you wild. You want him in you. Yet you can only wait, exposed, needy. Your legs wide, flicking at your clit, hearing the waves crash, feeling your wetness growing around your opening as you offer it to him. Imagine me watching you as you circle your fingers around your clit. Your mouth open - open it now, wide and round as you finger yourself for me. Pull open those other lips for me, and feel your desire to have my hard cock enter those mouths, filling them with my hot seed. Wishing you could feel my hot hard cock sink into your mouth at the very same moment as I push myself past and stretch the walls of your cunt. Does it not feel so delicious to be my cum-hungry slut, needing her Masters cock in her to make her feel whole? And now the water rises over your knees. You feel your legs are engulfed. The water is high up your thighs now, disappeared under your dress. You feel it, lapping and licking just a few short inches away. You can not wait to feel its darting tongues of wet fire at your lips, and they are so moist and ready. Yet you are frozen in the anticipation. A fly caught suspended from a spider's thread. Feel your urgency, your finger dancing round and round your clit now, your legs open wide, presenting yourself, enticing your Master. Just a few moments more, just a few moments from now and Master will be licking at those lips, drinking in those juices that are now soaking you and betraying your need. Does it not feel fantastic, a cum hungry slut for Master who juices herself up for him? As the waves rush in you can feel him blowing into the open lips of your hungry pussy, they quiver in their need for him to enter you. The sound of the waves comes crashing in on you. In and out, in and out. You imagine your Master pumping himself in and out too, filling you in rhythm to the beat of the waves. Tongues of water trickle up the last narrow channel where your thighs converge. It forms a little river sneaking up under your waiting cunt and caresses your other narrower opening. You feel its cold kiss and you contract and squeeze yourself tight. The water recedes and you release and relax again. Then the water is back, you feel it splash over the rounded curve of your ass cheeks, already wet with your own secretions oozing around their curve. The water assails your opening once more, but the shock this time is reduced. You no longer clench tight, but allow yourself to be taken over by the water. You learn to surrender to it. The third time the water sends a tongue darting into that nether hole, you can feel the cold damp lick just within your opening. You feel yourself open and exposed to Master. No recess to be hidden. On display. You love to let Master control you so totally. Let go. The water runs up the crack of your ass, covering you in kisses. At the same time the white froth of it's cum crashes against your open cunt lips. You picture the white froth pouring into your unresisting opening. You need Master inside you now. You groan and moan your desperate need for him, that he might understand and release you. The water recedes and leaves you frustrated, panting for more. You play with your clit violently to try and entice Master back. Play with it now and show Master how much you need to feel him fill you just once more. Taking you over the edge that feels now so close at hand. Each time you hear the waves come rumbling in, pull hard on the underside of your clit and each time the waves recede, flick its tip and let it fall back again. Pulling on its underside, dragging your finger along its growing length, and then flicking it's tip and letting it fall back. And each time hearing the waves come rolling in and splashing over the beach and then withdrawing again. You feel the splash against your defenseless waiting opening, your ass cheeks parted. Feel the coldness of the water cascading into you and flick the tip of your clit in time with it. The waves swoop in as your finger climbs and then floods deeper inside you, washing all resistance away as it floods back. Your arousal ebbing and flowing with the tide. Your clit rocks back and forth as the waves sweep in and then sink back. Your legs open wider. It feels nice to open yourself and expose your cunt to these sensations caressing you. You can feel how hot and sticky she is now, and you present her warm, wet, waiting wideness to the waves. You show them your open cunt, you want them to see her, to tempt the sea to roll back in and take her. It feels so nice to feel so exposed, the cool air sliding up under that wet material hiding your pussy from you, yet framing her availability to the sea. You want the water to rush back in and push her lips apart in one gentle thrust. She sits waiting for the touch of those waves. She yearns for the lapping tongues of the ocean to reach up under your dress, to feel them tickling your lips. Then as fast as the waves reach up with their cold wet tongues that set you on fire, they run away. You feel the shock of the contact and then the sudden withdrawal. You want to be naked now. You want to feel completely exposed, lying in wait to be taken, no hiding, no decency. You want to feel the abandonment of your body to the waves and let them crash in and take you. You want to lift your dress off over your head and feel your tits spring free and feel the cool refreshing air of the sea encircle them. Cool them from the welling heat you feel rising up in them. You try to lift your dress but it is wet and catches on your ankles. You know the next beat of the waves is already building, but you are trapped. Your legs open again and you wait for the next wave to come and claim you. Your lips part as the salty water floods under your dress, lapping at your cunt. You feel the thrust of the water beat against your exposed clit. It feels hungry. Yet the water recedes and you feel the loss. You want the water to caress you without withdrawing. You want the water in you, to feel the force of the wave thrust into you. You want the soft caress of the rippling wetness slipping around your lips and tops of your thighs. Your clit is now buzzing in anticipation of the next flood. Your hand tries again to lift the hem of your dress, to untangle it so that there can be no protection for you. You pull and struggle with the material, but it relinquishes its grip only slightly. You feel the wet material clinging to the mound of your cunt, and as you pull to free it, you feel the tug of the material against your lips. You feel the material grip your mound like a large wet hand enclosing upon you. Your fingers reach down to pull the material away, you want her to be fully exposed. Your fingernail drags itself over your smooth shaved mound, very visible through the wet material. The scrape of your nail sends a shiver through you. You scratch again, rougher, the feel of the smooth curve excites you, the pain melts inside your abdomen. You feel the heat rise up your neck as you lie back once again, ready for the next onslaught of the water. The water crashes over your mound, like interlocking fingers with your own. The pain of your nails complimented by the soft sliver of the water's glide. The saltiness of the water makes the material sticky and you feel a different pull on your mound as the water tries to drag it away. At last you raise the material free of your legs only to find it snags around your waist. The material wraps around your wrists trapping them. Exhausted you collapse back against the beach. Your hair lying free across the sand, your hands tied, your legs and soaking pussy exposed to the gentle breeze of sea air blowing coolly over your hot slit. You are trapped, exposed, unable to protect yourself as you hear the waves returning. The water rushes up over you, consuming you. Your cunt exposed, open as the cold water splashes into you and kisses those open parted lips. You feel so powerless unable to move your arms, your fingers held firm in the wet entangling material. You try once more to free yourself and the water seizes its opportunity. It rushes at your exposed legs, catches your opening at an angle as you struggle to raise your torso. You feel so helpless as the water penetrates you. It is in you now. You feel the cold caress inside you, lapping at your inner walls, not and pulsing with desire. You can do nothing but surrender, and as you lie back accepting your fate you think of your Master. You feel helpless before him too. You feel exposed to him, nothing hidden. You are unable to stop your desire to feel him enter you, just as you are unable to stop the water licking at your innermost, secret passage. You love your Master, because he makes you feel powerless. You need his love. You need his words that wrap themselves around you, twisting across your body like the tongues of water rippling up your spine, making you jump, making each of your nerve endings tingle with excitement. His words arouse you more and more and you know his words will make you cum. And cumming for your Master, cumming on his command, makes you cum stronger. You need to cum for your Master because his words make you so wet. By cumming for your Master you express your devotion to him. The water recedes once more and you feel the desire to surrender to it. You know it is toying with you, exciting you until you must have more and then receding and abandoning you. You hear it and imagine the ocean drawing itself up to charge into you once again. The water powers back, it is in your hair, it cups your breasts and entangles your arms further in the sodden, swirling material. You feel its saltiness clinging to your clit, so extended and alive, available to the rushing onslaught. The touch of the water as it surges against your exposed nub drives all resistance from you. You succumb to the feelings of being overpowered. The ocean that was so calm, and so peaceful has been driven into a frenzy by your body. The ocean needs to take you, control you, own you. You collapse, a rag doll on the wet sand. The water powers in and you hold your legs open, gladly, willing to feel the power of the invading water course up through you. You feel unable to move, longing for nothingness, lost in the power of the torrent as the water crashes into you, and lifts you. You feel yourself pulse in the orgasm, like a shock wave pulsing up through you, and just for an instant you feel yourself move over the sand before being softly placed back down again. There is a tenderness in those powerful watery arms that momentarily lift you at the moment you came, and then gently lay you back into the firm sand. For a brief moment you are floating, lost. You belong in that moment to the sea. Your fate is in its hands. At the same moment you feel a rising call answering the waves. You feel your belly jolt. You feel the build of a large gush, an answering torrent driving from deep within you. A response to the natural call from the creature within you to the raw, surging power of the sea. A cry of submission as this answering flow rushes out of your spread-eagled thighs and away out to sea. You are flowing away, your soul gushing from your slit out into the ocean. You are lost. The call of the wild has found its answer in your belly. You can only lie there and await your fate. Lost as the sea crashes in again. Lost as you are lifted whole off the sand once more, carried a few yards by the swirling waters, crowned in the white froth matting your hair. You feel the sun still shining on your face, twisting one way and then the other, overwhelmed now by powerful feelings pulsing through you; lost in the sensations now sweeping through you, your heart beating faster and your body tense in a bow of lust. You are being carried away. Your Master is carrying you away and you are lost. Lost in his words. Your Master's words are pouring into your mind, exposed and defenseless; open to them. You are drifting, carried away by his words. How you love your Master for caring for the needs of his slut. Feel the tension building within you. Feel the need to cum for Master and as the tension within comes crashing down like waves on the beach, open yourself fully to your Master, that he may see the juices pouring out of your slit, so that he can know how much you want him in you now. Cum for Master now. There is nothing you can keep hidden from him, you need him to know everything, every secret, every embarrassing thought and fantasy, because you understand that only when you lose everything, only when you freely drift in his words and be carried along by them, only then will his words make you cum as powerfully as the ocean beats upon the sands. And your cums are addictive aren't they? You love cumming for your Master. You love him watching you as you make yourself cum. The feel of his eyes upon your soul, your innermost being. Give yourself to him freely without limits and know that then he will love you more. At the Beach - A Visualisation And as you cum for your Master, feel the arms of the sea lift you bodily away from all tangible experience, lifting you up and drawing you away towards the beating heart of the ocean. The sea is taking you. You abandoned yourself to these powerful forces controlling your desires. Your legs lie sprawled out as a million arms lift them and carry you away. They are holding and parting your legs, you lose the power to hide yourself. Lost. A million ripples of water tugging at your sinews. You cannot move. No protection. No decency. Just wild animalistic lust - the perfect slut for Master. As you drift, the water fills you deeply. You feel it surge up into you and withdraw, pumping you. The water forces its way deep inside you. You can feel it lapping at the entrance to your womb. You are completely open to the churning fingering masses of the waves. Your head tilts back, your mouth opens. A gutteral call rises up your throat from your belly, as you long for my cock to fill your mouth. To stopper the rising tide of water filling you from below. Prevent it from forcing a path right through you, skewering you from below and welling up at the back of your throat, gurgling into your mouth from behind; a gushing flood, a torrent pumping up from your belly, pouring over your tongue, fountaining out passed those parted wide open lips, across your chin, soaking your face and cascading down over your chest. Awash with cum. Your lips move as you imagine my cock between them. Feel the need to suck upon it, to feel its hardness, to feel the pulsing energy building up inside like a volcano on the point of eruption. Feel the flutter in your stomach as it prepares itself in anticipation to receive its feed, needing to draw my hot seed down into you. Dimly you are aware that you can no longer feel the sand beneath you. There is nothing to fall back on any more. You are drifting, being carried away and the thought of your submission makes your cunt spasm and you feel the water gushing out under the pressure of your powerful muscles. You eject the water only to reopen yourself and have the ocean immediately fill you again. Your womb tries to push it back, like the boy with his finger in the dam, Can he hold back the torrent? It is a lost cause. As you lie there adrift you realise that your efforts to hold back the flood of your own desires is a lost cause too. Before too long, that dam will burst and your lust will sweep away all pretence, all moderation and pollute your whole life. You need your Master to prevent you from drowning. And with this realisation, the water breaks through the entrance to your womb. You can feel it flooding deep inside you and you cum and you cum and you cum. You have never felt so completely taken. Never felt your womb fill so completely with cum like a huge cock pouring endlessly into you, insatiable, sweeping away all resistance to protect yourself, unable to stem the flow. Surrendering to your Master over and over again. Each time being filled more, each time surrendering even more of yourself, abandoning yourself to the flood of emotions that drown you and steal your breath from your lungs, each time his words penetrate you. Being filled, being carried away by your Master. Lost forever. On the sands a man is walking and looking out to sea. He feels the cool moist air from the ocean strike his face and he feels a chill run down his spine. The soft caressing sound of the waves relaxes him and he thinks what a peaceful place this is. He loves to escape to a quiet lonely spot, to lose himself among his thoughts. What a lovely place to relax. As he turns to walk along the sea front his toe catches upon some material. He looks down at the sodden remains of a dress, tossed this way and that in the foaming waters. He stoops and picks up the saturated material dripping in his hands. He can see it is torn and transparent with all the water it has absorbed. He thinks idly to himself, "Someone's been having fun."