He lays on top of me and slowly guides his cock into my dripping pussy. I don’t want to wait and I start to buck my hips up against him. He firmly holds me down. He threatens to get Muscle Man to hold me down so he can do whatever he wants. I laugh, but secretly I hope he will do it. He takes slow and languid strokes. It is maddening. I want my cookie too, I want to feel him cum inside of me. I can feel the orgasm growing. He hits me in all the right places, right to the back of my body. I grasp at his hips, my nails digging into his skin. My pussy is tightening around his cock, he murmurs to me that I am so tight he can barely stand it. I have myself locked so hard around his cock there is no uncoupling us. My body arches back and presses my breasts firmly against him, begging for his cum. I know that I am running a big risk, potentially finding myself on Maury, DNA testing all the sailors on their ship. I can almost hear, “You are not the father!,” in my head. It doesn’t matter. I jerk and cum all over his cock, it is so intense after all the teasing and sucking.
He almost half snarls into my hair, his breath ragged. I didn’t realize how hard he was holding on. In that second I can feel his body lengthen, his intensity quickens. My body is being crammed into the sand beneath my towel. And I cum again. The second one takes me by surprise, my legs grasping around his waist trying to pull him deeper. When I take a good long breath and open my eyes he is laughing. Some joke about a live one, slowly he pulls out, I don’t want to be empty so I let go reluctantly.
He tells me it’s ok, there is another cock waiting for me. In my ecstasy I had forgotten Muscle Man. I quickly apologize, and do my penance by sitting on his cock. He slips in readily, all the cum I just received easing his passage. I know I am tight by the look on his face. When I ride above him, the moon glances off my skin showing my tan lines. They are deep and dark and accent my breasts well. He grabs on to them, using them to pull me down on him harder and harder. I look up from his face to see Tall Guy’s cock in my face. I greedily begin licking our combined juices from him. Muscle Man is determined not to let Tall Guy tease him again. He is pounding me hard, pulling my pussy over him. I am sucking and slobbering. I can barely breathe. I can feel it rising in me again.
Muscle Man laughs and slows a bit. He pulls out of me and grabs my hips. I am flipped in an instant to my knees. He moves behind me, the men discuss how they want to see my breasts swing. Muscle Man jokes that he was tired of seeing the underside of Tall Guy’s balls. I am loving their banter while they batter me back and forth between their cocks. This is my favorite position by far.
I pull my face back for a moment, I start to make a joke and Tall Guy realizes he has given me too much play. They get down to business. I am being pounded so hard, I have no ability to move. My throat is getting raw from the near constant throat fucking I have been receiving for the last few hours. I don’t want it to stop. I am throbbing, and I can feel my pussy swelling from being used so hard. I cum again, my cunt convulsing tightly all over his cock. I hear him gasp, he pounds me harder. There is that unmistakable feeling when a man is about to cum inside of you, where he hardens and his grip tightens on your body. I could almost see his fingerprints on my hips. His thrusts were getting deeper, hitting all the right spots. Simultaneously, I feel the same feeling in my mouth, Tall Guy’s cock is throbbing, and I know that I am going to make them both cum. It makes me scream, full back arched, with my pussy clenching so hard around the cock inside me. Muscle Man is again first to the gate, flooding me with another load of cum.
Tall Guy slows down, his hands guiding my mouth over his cock. Muscle Man recedes from my pussy and sits on the towels to watch. With all my attention on Tall Guy, I suck him greedily. He comes rather fast, I am barely able to contain his cum in my mouth and it drips down my chin. I laugh and fall back onto the towel, the largest grin across my face.
The two men lay beside me, each groping a breast. They take their time, each of them pinching, massaging, twirling. They start to suckle them, I can see them take my nipples far into their throats. I laugh, arch my back toward both of their mouths. I try to beg off, but they laugh again. Now it seems they are both competing for my orgasms. They take turns the rest of the night in some kind of Legolas/Gimli competition, counting off how many orgasms they can give me with their hands, tongues and cocks. As the sun comes up, they spit roast me one more time, I cum harder than I had the previous time. My body is totally flooded with cum, I am near spent. We find ourselves again in the surf. We are washing the excesses of the night from our bodies, gathering up our towels and clothes. They kindly walk me to my car, and I drive off through the quiet streets.
Thanks for reading! It was great fun to relive this night!
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