The Beach with you

So next Friday, I give you directions to meet me at my old favorite beach just south of Bunno, I tell you to wear something light, white, not too nice with nothing on underneath... the 90 minute trip down and our usual conversations have you on the edge of frustration and trembling with anticipation and excitement... Would I really ask you to wear something so specific if I wasn't going to break our "rule" and finally give in to both of our deep sexual drives..

Surely not...

When you get there I'm waiting in my Boardies standing by a 4wd that you don't recognize but there is no-one about and you park up next to me and jump out.. You try to curb your excitement but you know that I can see straight through the mask to see your true anticipation.. I take your hand like a true gentleman as you get out of the car.. You can see me looking you over, head to toe and with complete satisfaction. You see the grin on my face and can't pick whether you are about to get teased for the next few hours like every single time before or whether I have a much deeper plan in store..

We head off down the beach in the 4wd and although we haven't seen anyone since leaving the highway before you even got to the beach I keep on driving, and smiling and the more you ask about what is coming, the less I reveal. We eventually pull up and we get out of the car, I walk round, help you down and with a brilliant warm sunshine beating down upon us we finally hug. Not the kind of hug we've had in the past either.

With this hug I am standing up straight, my hands embracing your head against my chest and the other well into the border of your lower back and skirt covered (and totally sexy) arse. More importantly you realize that pressing strongly against your chest is a very restricted and very obvious appendage. You can hear me smelling your hair as my hand slips even lower onto your arse completely. The thin white material of your skirt leaves very little for the eyes to image but where the eye's fail to encapsulate everything the hand is uncovering with the skill and detail of a professional. You can feel yourself getting pulled in tighter, the member pressing against your chest is pulsing. You can actually feel it pulsing.

You look up and you realize how much taller he really is. How much stronger and broader he really is, you've never noticed before because you've never been trapped in his arms before. You begin to realize how much damage this person could do.. Really do, out here, in the middle of nowhere, yet somehow in the most amazing paradise you can remember.

The hand on your arse follows the gorgeous line down the centre, tracing the line across your cheek to the front of your thigh. Not the inner thigh, or more importantly not the upper inner thigh but the front of your thigh. You are wishing that his hand continues round, just to touch you, to grab you and rub you. With the sun shining down he can even see through the material or your skirt to see your pussy.

Not just the outline, not just a shadow, but the entirely captivating pussy that you have. His hand lingers longer on your thigh, and you can swear that the more that you want him to move it closer the longer he leaves it. Until he starts to move, his hand slides not sideways but up. Straight up, over your navel, as light as cotton to the underside of your breast. I look down and straight into your eyes, we’ve been looking at each other for the entire time but this time you see it, he’s not looking at you, he’s actually looking into you. As his smile broadens his hand cups your breast, his thumb somehow rubbing and pinching your nipple through your white cotton shirt, you begin to breath out, you realize that he is going to break the rule, he is going to give you both exactly what you need and you can feel months of sexual frustration leaving your body in a single breath. But it is only to be caught as I reach down, cup your cheek in my other had give you the kiss that you have been holding out for this entire time.

There is more than a kiss to this, it’s more than passionate, there is a hint of hardness about it. The hand on your cheek has just a whisper of control in it, the ends of my fingers ever so slightly securing the back of your head and again you realize that you are caught. Caught in a strong grip where you cannot escape even if you wanted to. You kiss back hard and yet also shy, like you are trying to use you lips, mouth and tongue to try and surrender, pleading for mercy, pleading for this to be so much more.

His lips are full, mouth and jaw are strong and it’s only then do you realize that you are pulling apart the only knot which holds up his boardies and separates you and your first sight of his half mongrel that you’ve been so frequently dreaming of. You’re giddy. Like a school girl out late well after when you promised you were meant to be home and you’re fumbling. You can’t believe that you can’t seem to untie a simple bow knot.

Just when you think you’ve got it and you are about to eye your prize, in a flash, you are picked up, so easily it’s like almost like I did it by mistake. You are carried, like a caveman carrying his mate to the back of the 4wd. You can’t see because you’ve been thrown over his shoulder, you hear the door open and then you feel yourself falling backwards. You throw out your arms and legs to try and catch something or break your fall but you fall safely and softly on a mattress that you never even knew was there.

Your view from in side the car includes a cloudless blue sky, tropical water, the slightest of waves washing up the beach and me, removing my shirt and approaching you. My view, is of you, trapped in the back of the 4wd, legs and arms still spread from when you were trying to catch your fall and I swear that between our two views, I was the lucky one.

I step forward, grab the belt line of your skirt with both hands, and without even taking a breath or testing its strength I tear your skirt from belt line to hem. I can smell your sex, intoxicating me more than any other substance. I whip it out from under you and cast it behind me. I’ll get to your top in a minute, you can tell that my only interest now is burying my face into your glistening pussy. You know that you are already wet, very wet. And you know that I know your wet and somehow this turns you on even more. My hands grab the insides of your thighs and spread your legs wide and high. You are totally exposing yourself to the afternoon air and you couldn’t care less.

You know that both your holes and your entire wet pussy is waiting for me. Begging for me. My mouth clamps down high on the inside of your thigh, just shy of your sex. You moan in frustration surprising yourself with your impatience. My mouth is sucking on your thigh right on the main artery. My tongue grinding against your leg and increasing the suction. I pull my mouth away and replace is on your other thigh, this time catching just the slightest part of your coated pussy lips. Your hands are now in my hair, the frustration is overcoming you and you are trying to force my mouth onto your slit. I pull away again, and hover my face literally millimeters, from your clit.

You can feel my breath on you, tingling as the hot breath hits the moisture running down your pussy. You try pulling your sex up to my face but you witness the first real sign of my strength. You are clamped into position with my hands. With your arse and pussy facing out it is so difficult for you to get any real leverage to move. You resign yourself to the fact that you will have to suffer at these hands until I am ready to release you.

You collapse back exhaling and right on that moment you feel my mouth, my lips and my tongue lock onto your waiting pussy and take a powerful lick. The lips are sealed around you and you can feel your clit lifting, getting sucked into my mouth, now my cheeks, lips and tongue are playing havoc over your clit. My hands are massaging your upper thighs but with no sign of releasing their grip. You pull your hands through your hair and start to whimper for more. Start pleading for me to continue, not to stop… not to stop, please don’t stop.

My mouth is alternating between this suction cap of pleasure on your clit to a demon tongue crashing in and out of your hole. You can feel your legs shaking. Somewhere you can hear a woman caught in the throws of passion begging, loudly, for more. Until you realize it’s you. With your first orgasm building you can feel me responding. How can he tell so easily?? Working harder and faster between your clit and your hole, the suction firmer, his grip tighter, your ability to do anything but moan, whimper, shake, cry out leaves you with no choice but to surrender as this orgasm hits you hard.

You can tell you’ve been waiting for this for so long. You feel it in your sex before it spreads, like it’s spreading through your actual bones throughout your semi naked body. Then it finally happens, without any ability to control it you are on fire, burning, you are scratching and pawing at yourself. Your words are mixed but they mostly consist of loud, primal “ holy fuck, holy fuck, Yes, yes yes yes,

Throughout the entire orgasm my mouth never leaves your sex and not once are you released from my grip. The tides of pleasure slowly begin to pulsate before ebbing away leaving you in what looks like shock. Panting, you look sexy panting after an orgasm, catching your breath. Your head still turning back and forth like you’re trying to find something to focus on.

You look back to me and that’s when I see it. The first really true smile I’ve seen in a long time. The genuine happiness and relief is unmistakably evident and you giggle as you roll around so your face is now facing out and inches from mine. I ask you how was it? In an almost comical manner and you pull my face in, kiss me, tasting your own tangy orgasm and lick your lips dry before saying.. “yes,… just, yes” and we both chuckle at your current loss of words..

***

You are lying tummy down on the mattress, head facing out of the door, your white shirt is messed up half off, half on. You can see in my eyes the heat that has been simmering away for weeks, but now is at a boil. You want to see the same relief in his eyes that you have seen in your own, you want to give him everything he’s just given you and you swear that you’d do whatever you could to take care of him. Satisfy him, yes, that’s what you want to do, you want to, crave to see him totally and utterly satisfied.

You have know for a while that he has fantasized many times about his dick sliding in and out of your mouth, rigid like steel until his cum glazes the inside of your mouth and throat. And now you want to give him that, you want him to know that it’s also what you want. You don’t just want to suck him, or taste him or give him the best blowjob you can. You want him to fuck you, fuck you in your mouth, fuck your lips and your throat.

To show you how hard he wants to fuck your pussy by driving his cock into your face. It’s almost as though he knows what you’re thinking. He slowly rises until he is standing straight. His groin, pressing against his shorts towards you and now right at your eye level. You don’t seem to miss a beat, looking him in the eyes, piercing his gaze, daring him to take his eyes off you. As if he could.

Untying the knot, dropping his shorts to the sand you say to him, in the most honest and sincere way that you want to make him happy. You let him know that he can do what he wants with your face. As if he wasn’t going to anyway. He can shove his dick into your mouth, grab you by the hair and literally fuck your gorgeous face. You tell him that you will do anything, drink his pre-cum, swallow he cum, take his cock again and again down her throat even if you gag. You tell him to be rough.

With that his shorts finally hit the sand and you look down, staring you in the face is his completely erect, incredibly thick and long, dripping with pre-cum cock that you have just promised to worship. You lean forward and lick the mixture off the head of his prick. The taste of his salty pre-cum slides around your mouth like some sort of honey oil. You swallow it and feel it lubricating your throat as it slides down. And you want more.

His hands are behind his head as you gently suck and lick the head of his dick. The great red bulb is stretched and you can feel the pulses it makes when your lips enclose it. You bob your head over it, your tongue working the ridge underneath. You hear him groaning out load and you are rewarded with more salty pre-cum. You can feel him slowly pushing in short strides in and out of your mouth.

You know he wants more, “do it” you say in between strokes. “I want it” so soft, cooing to me. Enticing me to. You realize what it is, you can tell he wants to, his whole body is trying so hard to restrain himself. He’s afraid that if he starts, he’s not going to be able to stop. He will just keep going , he’s afraid that he’ll actually pull hair out, maybe smash your face with his abdomen or bruise your chin with his balls when he’s pounding into you. But you don’t care. You want him to, you want to give him exactly what he needs. Everything he needs.

You reach up, grab his hands and place them at the back of your skull. You drop your hands onto his tool and release your mouth. You call to him so softly and almost begging almost whimpering “Mitchell, I want you to grab my head, force my mouth onto your cock and completely fuck my face.” “Please, Mitchell, throat fuck me, make me swallow your pre-cum, your fat cock, and all your load.” Lose control and please, please fuck me, fuck me here.

And with that you open your mouth, drop out your tongue and feel the hands tighten around your head. His cock is now driven into your mouth deeply and retrieved. Driven back up your tongue, into your mouth and released. A number of saliva strands hand between your lips and his cock. But you don’t care. He starts to piston in and out of your mouth. Building up speed and power. Your head is locked in, he lower Abs shooting in, driving his cock in and out of your mouth.

Soon you realize that you no longer have any control over it and succumb to the deep strokes which easily fill your throat. His cock is dripping with your saliva and you can feel how the sight is turning him on further. He is now slamming he dick into you, pulling your head down and throwing it back as easily as a cocktail shaker. His hand has no grabbed the hair on top of your head and is now using it like a handle to drive in and out of you.

The other hand has reached down and found your arse again. Your mouth is on fire, your hair is getting pulled out in what you are sure are clumps and now you feel his finger lining your bum. He gropes you roughly while still servicing himself with your face. His hand leaves your arse, wipes your chin form a rope of spittle and with the new lubrication returns to your arse. You’ve told him before that you’ve never been a fan of anal but now you don’t care. You want to give yourself to him. You feel your cheeks getting parted, a slippery hot finger find your sexy back hole and start to muscle its way in.

His finger is now pumping you from behind and his cock is still piston-ing in and out of your face with a new level of insanity. It’s almost like he’s turned your hole into another handle that he can use to force himself further down your throat with.

He begins to go from groans and moans into a throaty growl or a snarl. You feel his fat dick thickening and you prepare for his load with burning anticipation. Your face, Pussy and arse are all on fire. You grab his arse with both your hands and match his speed, forcing his meat into your face even more. You can’t make out what he’s saying but you can gather that it’s been a hell of a long time since he had this release.

His grip and power intensifies and with set deliberation he slows his strokes down and yells at the top of his voice as his seaman is shot again and again down your throat and into your mouth. You can’t believe how much there is, it’s still coming, it’s thick, chunky and still coming. And he’s still pushing in and out. You dare not release your lips from around his shaft and are forced to let the cum start to flow out of your mouth. It streams out, down the front of your chin in a white cream river of satisfaction. You swallow what you can but just can’t believe how much there is.

He’s released your hair and your arse as you grab his finger and use it to wipe up the cum dripping off your chin before putting it in your mouth to suck clean. You rest the spent shaft over your eye and forehead and softly sock on his pulsating balls. His cock still oozes cum out into your hair, gluing it to parts of your face but you don’t care. You can see the look in his eyes now too and know that this was only the beginning.