1. Dirty Talk


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    though I was full beyond capacity. Cum rushed through his cock, flooding into me, bulging that huge vein on the underside of his dick. The first pump was blocked by the back wall of my pussy, mercilessly crushed against the tip of his erection. I arched back, changing the angle a little as he pumped again, this time emptying a huge, powerful stream of beautiful cum into the tight confines of my pussy, swirling back around his shaft and spilling though the junction where our pubic bones ground into each other. With every pump of his powerful cock, another load of cum emptied into me and another explosion of pleasure rocked my body, now exhausted from the orgasmic release as I slowly began to relax and soften against his hard muscles of his upper body. With his cock still deep inside me and weakly pumping a few final bursts of cum, I raised my head and drew his lips down onto mine, kissing, searching out his tongue and then twining it in mine, nibbling at his lower lip while tears ran from my eyes and I thanked him in incomprehensible, breathless sobs. He kissed back, murmuring his own gratitude, holding me tight against his body with one arm around my waist as he ran the other hand through my hair, finally breaking away from my lips and kissing along my jaw, my neck, and finally stopping with my earlobe pressed between his lips. He held me silently for a few more moments, his cock had finally stopped pumping and I could feel it begin to soften inside me, then he whispered: ...
    “And then we rode through the foam all the way to the beach. The end.” We both broke into laughter. “Hmmm,” I chuckled. “Weak ending. It’s lucky you delivered the goods in the accompanying actions.” “How long did you …,” he began, not really knowing how to say it. “You know, did you have me … inside …” “Pretty much the whole time,” I smiled, as I reached back to retrieve the bikini bottom tucked into my bra. “It was my hand at first. You couldn’t tell?” “I did think it was a pretty amazing hand-job …,” he laughed as we both slipped back in to our bathers. Changing subject, I asked “What’s all that white water out there?” pointing down the beach and out to sea maybe a kilometre. “That’s Wedding Cake Island,” he said. “It’s just a big rock formation a couple of metres above the water. Even with the small waves it’s a bit of a washing machine at high tide, but it’ll be really romantic later on.” “Why?” I asked. “Do the seals come in and fuck? Cos girls don’t really find that stuff romantic.” “No, low tide is right on sunset tonight. Get it?” he said, as if that explained it. “Is low tide especially romantic for surfers?” I probed further, eyebrows knotting. “Low tide at sunset means full moon, right?” he said. Does it? How would I know? “Right …” I said, a little dubiously. “And where does a full moon rise?” He was leading me to the answer, but I couldn’t see it yet. “In the sky?” “In the east!” he explained. “And which way is the ocean in Sydney?” “East!” I yelled, excited that I ...
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