Authors: Jennifer O'Donnell
I cupped them and gauged their
weight. "Yumm, I love how these dangle over my face when we 69." I
admitted this to put me into his picture of her tending her lover's balls.
My king wrestled with his towel and
carved a trench in the soft sand for his swollen manhood. I released his balls.
Resting on my side, I felt flowing dampness between my legs. My erotic talk had
released a dam holding back a rising tide of excitement. Watching my king read
the story and seeing the young couple wander up the beach to their towels,
heightened my desire to taste and feel his gathering seed.
I nudged him with my knee, and he
turned his eyes from the book to my face. I seductively showed my moist tongue
and wet my full lips. "Finish the story, baby," I whispered, as he
read my expression. "Will you splash for me like you did last night?"
He shook his head at my wishful appearance
and said, "You and this fucking story are fantastic!"
I felt faint from the heat and
light headedness made me dizzy. "I'm going to cool off. Read the story, my
king. Tell me what you think when I get back."
I rose and walked somewhat
unsteadily to the water. The heat and my burning desire made me woozy. I walked
to the water feeling my labia protruding wetly between my slick thighs. I stood
at the water line with tightly closed legs, like the brunette girl had done, as
a nude couple walked by. We said hello but did not engage in conversation.
Perhaps they detected my over-heated condition. Maybe they saw my king
engrossed in his studies and elected not to linger.
As they passed, I strode into the
water and dived into a breaking wave. Appearing on the other side, I felt my
strength return. I swam strongly out past the breaking waves and treaded water.
Reaching between my legs, I flushed myself with cool sea water. It barely took
the edge off my excitement, but my faint headedness cleared.
I swam some and rinsed my mouth
with sea water. Coming ashore, I paced my arrival with those strolling the
beach so no one was nearby. On shore, I squeezed water from my hair and tossed
it back past my shoulders. I lingered there enjoying the light mist hovering
over the breaking waves. My nipples stayed tight as I enjoyed the scene. I knew
I was being watched by strangers, and the idea excited me. I sat down in the
sand so that the waves flowed over my legs and splashed on my thighs and belly.
I spread them to welcome the sea foam that floated in the surf's edge. It did
not escape me that this was an erotic image that only I could see. My labia
were open like soft pink flower petals attracting pollen.
The sea foam dripped on me as my
king's seed did hours earlier. In the distance, someone was approaching, so I
ended my reverie. I arose to wade a bit deeper and rinsed the sand and foam
from my body. I waited for him to pass and then walked to the royal towels like
a princess on her way to service her king. My tits jiggled and my hips swayed
invitingly.
My king had finished his book but
remained stomach down on his towel. He craned his neck to watch me approach.
The guys of the couples on either side of us watched me as well. I did not need
fishnets to signal my thoughts.
"What did you make of the
story?" I asked, as I approached the towels and swung around to permit my
king a better view. I stood and looked down the beach. I widened my stance so
my king could see my inflamed labia protruding visibly from the crease he had
invaded hours before. I cradled my arms to press my tits together. The view
across the beach was suggestive. Nude people were scattered near and far along
an expansive swath of sand. The waves moved rhythmically onto the shore and
retreated only to return. I thought of riding my king on the rumpled sheet. I
leaned forward to check his tanned back. I did this fully aware that the guy
off to our side might get a spectacular view of the recesses of the king's
domain as I dropped to my knees and bent forward to touch his back.
I stayed kneeling on my towel
facing my king. His face was quite flushed, and he appeared to be burning with
heat and desire. "That story was amazing," he confided, "but
you're better than her." I rolled back to sit on my heels and spread my
legs for him to see me opened invitingly. In this squatting stance I spread my
legs wide for him.
Unconcerned with spectators, I
tugged and teased my drenched labia. He saw how grains of sand spectacled them.
My washing in the waves had powdered them with salty crystals. From his angle
he could also see my swollen pearl. I exhibited myself eagerly.
"How am I better?" I
asked wickedly, as I showed him my sandy cunt. "The girl in the story gave
great blow jobs," I said, revealing my recollection of her talents. His
eyes remained fixed on my labia pulled wide open by my fingers. I just managed
not to press it to his face. He looked slowly up from my wet fingers along my
full breasts to my inviting smile.
"She gave a great blow
job," he confessed. "But your tongue is everywhere, and I love the
look in your eyes when you look up." He paused and reflected. "You
love it maybe more than she does," he said as a final insight.
"Mmm, I do baby," I
whispered. "I make myself come thinking of it.”
"I know you do," he said,
as we both recalled our phone sex adventures and my revealing photos. My pussy
was now drenched for him.
"See what happens?" I
showed him my slick clit rising from its pink hood.
I scanned the beach and decided not
to press my sandy cunt to his mouth. I would have come in an instant if I did.
Moving to lie on my side, I reclined beside him and sighed.
The sun was a little lower now, and
the heat was less oppressive. I touched his arm and he shifted onto his side to
face me. Reaching down I held his blazing hot cock. The skin was stretched
tight around the throbbing hardness. The spongy tip was a slippery helmet on
the head of a twitching sword. I gathered some and brought my slick fingers to
my lips to taste his pre-come.
"All this sand in my cunt,
baby," I pouted, "will hurt if we fuck." The king looked down on
his pleading wife. I touched his slick cockhead and gathered another clear
droplet.
He watched as I applied his slick
lotion to my lips. Slipping two fingers in my mouth, I closed my eyes and
savored the taste. Opening my eyes and sighing with pleasure, I was not
surprised to see his face lit with intense desire. His eyes were bright and his
eyebrows rose in anticipation. His lips were parted, and heat expelled from his
lungs. A low moan arose from deep inside.
"Do you want your blow job
here my king," I whispered, glancing at the couples off on either side, or
in the dunes?"
The king pondered his options. I
wanted to do him there. "Let's go to the dunes," he announced, and I
hid my curiosity with his choice. We looked around, gauging the proximity of
the others on the beach. He used the bag to conceal his hard on and stood. I
placed myself at his side. With the bag on one side and me on the other, the
king shielded his magnificent lance from the eyes of our neighbors. I smiled as
I realized his modesty exceeded mine.
We moved slowly up the beach to a
path into the dunes. Climbing a bit, we rose up a sandy knoll overlooking the
expansive beach littered with scattered bathers. The dunes extended back from
the beach in a succession of waves. In the distance was the green of a scrubby
forest. His cock bobbed in anticipation of my mouth. We descended the backside
of the dune. It was hot in the hollow. The dull sound of the waves was to our
backs.
"Where looks good, my
lord?" I surveyed the scene seeing no other people. He seemed to have a
destination as we rose up to the crest of the next dune. On the top we again
could see the sea and beach. It was more distant now. A slight breeze
alleviated the heat in the hollow.
"This is a great spot,"
he proclaimed, as if planting the imperial flag. The imperial shaft stood
magnificently from its base in the royal bush. His jewels hung heavy and full.
"For your blow job," I
said to complete his proclamation. He dropped the bag to claim his territory. I
dropped to my knees to claim mine.
I did not touch him save to envelop
his glistening tip in my hot soft mouth. My hair was back as I softly held him
between gentle adoring lips. My hands were behind my back, brushing loose sand
from my ass cheeks. His cock felt bigger than usual and tasted wonderful. A
blend of salt and subtle cream tasted like a fine appetizer. A faint flavor of
sunscreen did not detract from the mix. His knob was spongy and quite swollen.
I used my tongue to gently explore it, running slowly around the ridge. I
curled my tongue to cradle the base of his knob with the top of my tongue. A
smear of his clear early cream dripped to coat my tongue. I ran my tongue along
the side of his helmet and used the base of my tongue to rub on the top of his
knob. Looking up at him, our eyes met and he saw the pleasure this gave me.
As he watched, I slowly licked
under his shaft to his balls. Retracing my path I returned to his knob. I
focused on the delicate intersection of the crease beneath his slit with the
soft draping curves of his foreskin. That spot seemed like my pearly clit with
a concentration of roaring nerves. Flicking across it with my tongue I looked
up to see his face grimace with extreme pleasure. Too much of this would make
him come. I wanted it to last. I sat back from his cock and watched it tremble.
He regained control. I then took him as deep as I could. My throat relaxed as
he went deep and my nose reached his bush. Breathing through flared nostrils, I
held him there, then gradually slid off. My tongue gave a gentle flip as his
knob slipped from my mouth. I touched between my legs. I was exceedingly wet. A
little swirling pressure on my clit set off waves of pleasure.
I sat back on my haunches and
looked at his wet phallus shining in the bright sun. He stood royally gazing at
me and the wider scene. He ran a hand through his hair tousling it. "This
is unbelievable" he said to describe it all. I tasted salt and cream all
through my mouth. It coated my tongue and roof of my mouth. It was different
from the tastes of the previous night when I cleaned him. That flavor was a
blend of our creams and the oil. Stronger, more pungent, the night's taste was
of spent lust. The taste in the dunes was purer somehow. His cock washed by the
sea tasted like lightly salted fresh cream.
He stood scanning his kingdom, and
I knelt before him. If someone was watching, I did not care. From the beach,
and certainly from the crest of the first dune, a voyeur could see us. The idea
excited me.
"I try to make my mouth feel
like my cunt," I confided to invite his comparison. "Does it?" I
said this almost more to the throbbing cock before my face than to my lord now
gazing downward at his kneeling maiden.
"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed,
"both are awesome." He squeezed the base of his cock and it swelled
defiantly against the pressure of his grip. Another droplet of clear film
beaded at the slit in the tip. I gazed at it, letting it bubble.
Rising from my haunches, I kissed
his hot balls. They still hung low in the heat of the sun. Licking them added
more salt to the flavors swirling in my mouth.
He held his cock upwards to afford
me more access. I sucked one, then the other, ball into my mouth. They were
like oblong orbs in a salty sack.
I pulled back and lay on my back in
the sand before him. "Come over me baby," I invited. He walked over
me. I lay supine between his spread legs. I looked up enjoying the unusual view
of his balls suspended beneath his manhood. The thickness and length pleased
me. The pearly droplet had dripped in a streak to his foreskin. Another bead
was forming at the tip.
He understood what I wanted and
squatted to drop his balls to my face. Like teabags descending into hot water,
his balls dropped on my open mouth. I could only take one at a time. I held his
hips and prompted him to dip repeatedly. His motions and my massaging tongue
mixed a strong batch of seed in his churning balls.
He moved downward and dropped his
slick balls on my tits. I used my forearms to raise then as a soft cradle for
his eggs. Tilting my head, I caught the creamy strip and bead at the tip of his
cock with my tongue. Less salty and creamier, it promised much more to come. I
was swirling about the underside of his knob, spreading the taste.
I guided him back up to straddle my
face. He lifted, and his cock popped from my lips. His shaft trembled inches
from my eyes. This time I pressed him more upwards, so I could lick the hard
ridge behind his hanging balls. He was salty and hairy. I decided a shave here,
too, would be in order. His balls splayed over my nose and eyes as my tongue
searched for his anus. Finding it, I explored the tight ring. "Fuck,
yeah," I heard him moan. "Lick me." His directives invited more
nastiness with my tongue, and I explored his anus seeking to find entry.
"You want that baby?" I
asked, as his asshole puckered inches from my face. I blew hot breath across it
and firmly licked him. My nastiness pleased me, and there was nothing I would
not do. At the moment I was a wench adoring my king. "I'm dirty for you,
aren't I?" I asked between licks and gentle probes into his slick anus. I
did gain slight entrance and fucked inwards with my tongue as his fingers had
probed me the previous night. Did it feel as awesome for him as it did for me?
His moans left no doubt. He raised back to stand and I returned to my knees.
His legs must be aching, I thought, from squatting over me.
The beauty of the dunes and sea
seemed to fade into the background. It was like the setting faded to gray
tones, and our nude bodies were the only colors under the searing blue sky. He
squeezed his cock and flipped it tauntingly before my eyes. "You're hungry
for cock, baby?" He stroked the shaft slowly twisting his grip as he did.
His masturbation fascinated me. I watched how he tugged his foreskin to bunch
around his knob, then retracted it to show the tip straining for my mouth.