Dizzy and disoriented, consciousness arrived as slowly as a sunrise. I wondered how long I’d dozed. Must have been a while, because the sun was now low and sunset was beckoning. For sure, I’d earned it, my sleep sluggish brain could still recollect the previous night’s activities – we’d spent half of it fucking. But to hell with schedules, we were on holiday. The little we were wearing didn’t include watches; time was all ours.
But not her ass, that was mine, all mine. I reminded her of this often, usually with a playful slap, and her puppy yelps always made me smile. Seeing it now, small, pert, and firm, sculpted from exercise, and bisected by the thin strip of her mint green string bikini, I was tempted to take another bite of this peach on the beach. That thin string hid only what it must, but displayed all it could; a view that had been attracting gawkers all afternoon long. Now, just like the noonday heat, they’d evaporated, and the beach was ours.
And she was still sleeping, lying on her chest, bikini top cast aside, still there where I’d dropped it earlier. That had been when, at her urging, I’d massaged sun lotion into her skin, all over her delectable body. I don’t know who’d enjoyed that the most; me with my hands cupping her pert tits; her, guiding my hands with her own, my oily palms dragging over her erect nipples as they’d massaged them in slow circles; or the couples either side of us, pretending not to look at our show from behind their shades. We’d been giggling about which of them we thought would first slink off for a quick one. She’d even put her small hands on mine to ‘help’ me. As if I needed help? Her soft little moans were assistance enough. Encouraged, too, by the way things were going, I was prepared to give everyone a show they’d never forget; she would have been my leading lady.
Now lying beside her, I reached out to feel her butt, tracing the wonder that it was, soft and firm in equal measure, smooth and now slick with the suntan lotion I’d earlier smeared over her cheeks. The bottle was still by her, and a wicked thought began to take root in my mind…
The beach was deserted, the setting sun and evening breeze were making movement again tolerable, and her ass was glowing in the golden hour. Two bronzed globes… sun reflecting off her oil-slick skin. I reached out to them, touching them, squeezing them, kneading them. That need, my desire to have her once again, was throbbing within me. Pouring a little more oil onto one cheek, it ran down the slope, finding its own way to where it was needed, where it would be of use, in that space where the sun don’t shine. Oil for a different use, not one listed in the instructions. A higher purpose: to protect her most delicate skin, more sensitive even than her breasts and nipples, which we’d already taken care of earlier.
I pulled her thong aside, and the oil found its way to her magic self-closing hole. Almost self-opening, too, when you know the magic combination. It’s a mix of trust, respect, and patience. My finger circled her anus softly, but just firmly enough to encourage her door to open. As it came ajar, oil began to flow, just a tiny amount, all that was needed, a little going a long way, and as I continued to circle her anus, it relaxed more, more oil was drawn in, and so the circle, just like that of my finger, continued. More oil, slightly more pressure, a smaller circle, and the breach was made. Just my fingertip, and I changed from circling to pumping, devilishly softly and exceedingly slow.
Perhaps this was perforating her dream in the half light of awakening, because her hips began to move, as slightly as my fingers, in opposing directions but synchronised phase, her head bobbed too, and a murmur escaped her lips. As always, intimate wake-up calls were the ones she enjoyed the most. If I could market this, it’d put alarm clock manufacturers out of business.
I pushed her straight black hair away from her eye as she twisted her head slightly. She was looking into mine, trust written in hers, expressing her love for me. She stretched a little, feline-like, bringing her arms up to push her elbows into the soft sand below her towel, arching her back, rotating her pelvis, one continuous and smooth movement that displayed how the hours in the gym had not been wasted. Her natural grace always seduced me, turning our intimacy into a sexual ballet.
As she continued her stretch, I relaxed my arm, my finger moving with her, held in this tight sheath. Before her movement ended, I slid my finger a little deeper than before, and she subconsciously relaxed her ass. As I pushed, she pushed too, both of us working together, but also against each other, the oil doing its work and easing my finger’s progress. More movement, from both her and me, long lazy thrusts from her hips, equally matched by my arm. I brought my head closer to hers, and my middle finger stroked her oil-slick anus, asking, “Ready?”
“Oh, please…” she moaned, and stilled herself as I drew my index finger mostly out, till only my first knuckle was piercing her ass, brought my other finger up to join it, and then gently pushed and twisted the two simultaneously to ease their entrance into her tight, slick hole. Through slitted eyes, she looked at me. Through clenched teeth, she moaned at this new invasion, encouraging its advance by once again arching her back and pushing her hips back. Together we moved; she, her hips, me, my arm. A partnership; her goal being the pleasure generated by her nerve endings, mine an emotional satisfaction that comes from being in the captain’s seat.
I stilled my hand and shhhh’ed her, but didn’t need to tell her why. I eased my third finger against the other two, making a tight triangle, as close to a circle as I could get them, as near to a round peg as I could make for her round hole. I grabbed the bottle again and squeezed more oil onto my fingers; it ran down, running into her ass to guide my fingers. A corkscrew motion took them in, into her, deep into her, where my cock was going to go, where I was going to fuck her. She moaned as they entered, to the hilt, my lover pleasured in triplicate. She brought her hand to her bikini, pulling a bow, and I liked her enthusiasm. It must have been an American g-string, because just a couple of yanks were all that was needed to get it off.
Or only one aroused Englishman. As I tossed it aside, I felt her fingertips brushing mine, and I just knew that she had to be absolutely dripping. Against mine, I felt her pushing her finger in deep, then drawing it out to make space for another. She searched out my fingers, stroking hers against them through the thin dividing wall.
“I love this. You know I do, don’t you?”
I loved to feel her like this, feel her fingers inside her pussy with my fingers in her ass.
“I love to do this to you, Babe, to fuck you like this, to make you moan. You make me feel like a god!”
“Then I’m your Goddess. Feel how wet you’ve made me. You did that; your fucking fingers did that.”
“Where am I fucking you, Hon, where are my three fingers, tell me where they are?”
“They’re in my ass. Oh God, they’re in my ass, and it feels sooooo good. Like I’m turning into water, you’re making me melt.”
“And what will I do now, my Goddess?”
In answer, she pulled me to her, finding my mouth with hers, kissing me, her arm tight around my neck.
“Oh, just do it,” she moaned. “I want it.”
How could I refuse? I’d heard it from her own delectable mouth, that instruction and expression of desire.
Fingers still in her, I pulled my trunks down from the back. My cock was so hard that it refused to come out, holding up the material like a tent pole, but she came to the rescue. Her hands fished inside and pulled out her prize. She ran her hand along my length, back and forth, slowly massaging it. Then guided it as my fingers vacated her oily arse. They slid out so easily, as easily as my cock was going to slide in. I let her lead me, the eye on my cock was unseeing. She gave me a tour, using my cock like a dildo, rubbing it along her lips, teasing, asking if I wouldn’t prefer to fuck her there. My answer was to put my hand on hers and guide it higher, guiding it to its waiting haven.
“Relax, Baby,” as much reassurance as an instruction. She held my cock at her arse, its shiny head against her oily hole, as I pushed forward. Momentarily, she too moved forward with my force, but then, composing herself, she pushed back, holding my cock tight so it would not slip out of place. Tiny bit by tiny bit, her arse dilated to allow the engorged head in, slowly, oh so slowly.
“Unggh…” she moaned, lying her head on her towel, “Oh yeah, ummmm…”
So tight, but opening up for me, such a different feeling from her cunt. For her, too, this felt more out of body, deep in some place so out of her consciousness, the feelings were almost remote. But intense, like nothing else, not like fingers, or a toy, this was the real thing in her, mine, and now hers, all hers.
I never ceased to be amazed at how her tight ass opened up for me like this. I always had to push firmly, but it never felt like I was breaking down the door or anything. Just a bit of resistance and I was sliding in, steady, watching my cock disappear into her ass. I was groaning, but she moaned. Oh! But how she moaned…
She was in her favourite position again, hands and face on her towel, back arched, and ass up in the air. I’d say ‘for all to see’, but there was no-one, we had the place to ourselves. She’d told me how she loved this, feeling how deep I would go, feeling like I was going to puncture her belly. She would always remain still, trusting me to proceed gently, until she felt comfortable enough to start matching my slow strokes. This evening was no different, but the location put a special spin on events. A beach, before a stunning sunset, that was a first for us, and I vowed to make this a memorable fuck.
She was vocalising her spreading arousal, both in voice and movement. Matching my thrusts with her hips, my grunts with her moans. Each slap of my loins jiggled her pert ass, juices and sweat mingling. Our primaeval lust and thrusts accompanied by the ancient percussive beat of the surf. One clear instruction, and I had no trouble following it. Just a simple, “Fuck me! Oh, Mark, do it!” I’m just a simple guy, and I appreciate clear instructions. And not too many at once, this one was all I needed right now.
And I was fucking her, long deep strokes, watching my cock disappearing into her depths unknown, then coming out as shiny as Excalibur. I’d need the strength of Arthur to pull it out completely, though; her tight puckered ring was a stop. My cockhead was so swollen, and her assring was so tight, she had me like the proverbial monkey.
And this monkey knew he was onto a good thing. A beauty on the streets, but a beast in the sheets, this one really was a keeper. The beast in her was calling now, as loud as big game in the nighttime, and I joined the chorus. They were sounds I knew well, and they were only going to get louder.
“Oh, fuuuck!”
Was that me or her?
“Fuck me, Baby!”
That was her
“So fucking good. I’m gonna cum…”
That could be either of us.
An oiled machine in perfect synchronisation, I slammed into her ass as she slapped it back against me. Faster, deeper, my balls slapping against her hand as she frantically rubbed her clit. I was on the edge as her scream told the whole world that she was plunging over, free-falling into an abyss of orgasmic pleasure. I followed, down into a blackened world where all that existed was my cock pulsing and squirting its load deep inside her.
When I came to, nothing had changed; she was still on her knees with my cock buried inside her, but her scream had become a purr. She eased herself forward, then down, me following her and seeking out her lips with mine.
“So bad… yet so damn good, Baby…”
