I met a fun guy named Scotty on my first day in Maui. We hit it off right away and had sex that night. On day two of my vacation, Scotty took me to a small beach nearby. We sunbathed in the nude and had sex on my beach towel. Scotty had to leave after we had sex, and I stayed on the beach, where I met Kai and Makai, two studly Hawaiian men that I ended up having sex with that very same afternoon.
My inner slut was alive and well after having sex with three different men on my first two days in Hawaii. Having said that, I woke up horny on my third day in Hawaii and wanted more sex in hopes of sating my sexual appetite.
I looked for Scotty but could not find him. He wasn’t answering my texts either. So, I went down to Makana Beach in hopes of running into Kai and Makai for another delicious threesome. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be found.
I spent the late morning in my comfy cove by myself, lying out in the nude, soaking up the sun. Half an hour or more had passed when I saw a man wading in the surf. At first, I thought he was a mirage, but he was real. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was very tall, with long brown hair. His chest and arms bulged with muscles. What I could see of his abs was like looking at a brick wall.
I was so shocked that I made no attempt to cover myself as he slowly walked out of the water. Not only was I naked, so was he. What are the odds?
The water from his hair streamed down his hardened body as he emerged from the water, and I got my first look at his cock. He was a god! His member was long and thick, and my mouth watered at the sight of it.
My excitement grew all the more at the sight of his hairless balls and thick, muscular legs. When he reached me, he smiled. My heart fluttered. His cock, long and thick, with a slight bend to the left, was on the rise as he was looking down at me.
He said, “I like what I see. Do you like what you see?”
“Very much,” I said without any hesitation.
“Prove it,” he said, and stepped closer.
I sat up, admiring him, as I took his cock in my hands. He sucked in a breath when I reached down and fondled his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with my other hand. As I continued stroking his growing cock and fondling his big, heavy balls, his eyes closed, and his head tipped back in a moan.
Loving what I had in my hand, I rubbed his cock all over my face, across my forehead, down one cheek, around my chin, up my other cheek, down the bridge of my nose, across my lips. Then I put my tongue to use, licking the head of his cock, tasting the ocean salt, the savory pre-cum, and his sweet flesh.
As my hunger grew, I took his cock into my mouth, feeling the smoothness of his flesh as I drew his round shaft between my tongue and palate. I had to ask myself if I was dreaming this. After all, I already had sex with three different men on this same beach, and now a fourth? Really?
But it wasn’t a dream. It was real! The sex gods were looking down at me, just like this man who was watching me devouring his thick, tasty cock. He let out another sigh and moan as I took most of him into my mouth.
I began a rhythm in bobbing my head back and forth and groped and massaged his balls with both hands. I got up on my knees, reached around his hips, and groped his ass while I sucked his cock. He was loving it. I was loving it.
His hips started thrusting, matching my bobbing as I took him deeper into my mouth, just short of taking him down my throat. But that came next. He was having a hard time controlling himself as he pushed deeper, and his bulbous cockhead invaded my throat.
I relaxed and allowed him to fuck my throat. After a few thrusts, his knees began to buckle. He withdrew his cock from my throat. I knew he was going to cum, and I didn’t want to waste a good thing, so I held him in my mouth and was rewarded with a mouthful of warm, thick, salty cum. He came so much that I had to swallow several times to get it all down. Mmm, so delicious! For me, the best part of sucking cock is letting a man cum in my mouth. It is a fulfilling moment for me when I complete a man and drink his pleasure.
I held him in my mouth for a time, gently sucking and licking his cock, until his cock softened and he was ready to pull out. Even flaccid, his cock was large.
He then got to his knees and started to lick the rest of his cum off my lips. The sensation of his tongue on my lips and chin was wonderful. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, teasing me with gentleness. It was my turn to moan. My pussy was so wet, I felt that if he touched me in just the right way, I would cum right there.
While kissing me, he laid me down on the beach towel. His hard body pressed against mine as he kept kissing me. He started to move down, my oiled body was slippery, and his hands went to my aching breasts.
He held my breasts in both hands and then took a nipple into his skilled mouth. The tingle zinged from my nipple to my pussy, and I moaned aloud, arching my body upward. He suckled in earnest as his mouth traveled from one breast to the other.
Then he slid down my body to my waiting pussy. I knew I would cum at his touch. He lingered there, admiring my shaved pussy and enjoying my feminine essence. He licked the outer ridges of my vulva, teasingly slow. He was driving me crazy, not touching my clit, or even delving between my folds, but licking and sucking around my folds like they were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
I could feel the orgasmic tensions beginning to rise within me as he continued delicately feeding on my pussy. While he was still licking the outer regions of my pussy, I came with a great sigh, crying out. He took this as his cue, and his tongue entered my pussy, making me cum again.
He was definitely an expert cunnilinguist, proving his talents as he explored my inner reaches, sending me through several more orgasms. First, he would trace his tongue gently around my clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. Then his tongue would enter my waiting depths. He kept going back and forth, having to hold my hips down because I was writhing too much. I told him that I needed him inside me, but instead of filling me with his cock, he finger-fucked me.
His fingers explored my depths with great ease as he kept working his tongue around my clit, sucking it through his lips, and gently grinding it between his teeth. I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but at one point, they seemed to go on forever.
He finally stopped his delicious assault and lay on top of me, allowing me to catch my breath and regain my senses. He kissed my lips ever so gently until my breath became normal, even though my heart was still throbbing with desire.
I wrapped my legs around him and felt his now engorged cock, seek and find the divot of my introitus. He entered me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his girth. When fully encased, he lay there for a moment, kissing my cheeks, my ears, the sides of my neck, my throat, my chin, and my lips.
His hips started to move up and down in slow motion. My moans from feeling his cock moving inside my pussy told him how deeply I loved it. Up and down, he went, ever so slowly. It felt good, oh, so good, but I wanted him to go faster, and I pleaded with him to do so.
He replied in a low but firm voice, “Slow is better, faster is not.”
I was impatient; I wanted to feel the burn. I wanted to disagree with him, but I couldn’t. He kept entering me slowly, increasing the depths of his reach. He had a very long cock, and once he gave it all to me, he used more powerful thrusts. His hips moved faster, but not too fast. I could feel my orgasm build as I moaned constantly. He watched my face as he enjoyed looking at a woman in orgasm.
I could feel his balls slap my ass as I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. Back and forth, back and forth. “Too slow,” I kept telling him.
He chuckled at me as he thrust harder, but not faster. He would slam balls deep inside me, hold his cock still for a few seconds, then slowly withdraw. He slammed into me a half-dozen times, and caused me to orgasm again, and I screamed out my release.
From this point on, I didn’t care how he fucked me. I surrendered myself completely to him. He continued fucking me according to his pleasure yet bringing me from one orgasm to another. But he could not hold his release back forever. He finally gave a great sigh and a few quick thrusts and doused my pussy with numerous spurts of warm semen.
We lay there on my beach towel, enjoying the feel of each other and waiting for our breaths to slow. Then he got up, picked me up, and took me to the water to wash off the sweat and the sand. He took me back to my spot on the sand and laid me down. To my surprise, he didn’t get up and just leave. He kissed me on the lips and thanked me for the best fuck in the world. As for me, I am thinking about going back next year and doing it all over again.
