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“It’s yours to decide,” he said. He nodded and left her alone in the dark.
Chapter Seven
Jocelyn pulled herself from the azure water, rivulets of the warm liquid dripping down her bared breasts, down her belly and back and her long legs, those tiny rivers finding their way into the crevices between her thighs, another small river of water making a journey down the crack of her ass. One small cloud having danced across the sapphire sky, across the sun and melting into nothingness, left the skyward ball of fire to raise the heat against her fair-skinned shoulders.
“You’ll have to douse me with cream again, Ian, or I’ll burn to a crisp,” she said, falling to the cotton towels on the sand. He turned over, reluctant to be awakened from a dreamy sleep. But see
ing his limp cock, Jocelyn’s mouth watered as if she were eyeing candy.
“It takes such measures to maintain you as lover,” he sighed, taking up the bottle of sunscreen and squirting the lotion on her breasts.
“I thought you wanted me,” she answered his exasperation, drawing closer, so his hands could massage the cream into her skin. Ian stopped for an instant to tweak a nipple and Jocelyn gasped then collapsed on her back to allow him better access to her soft flesh. Another squirt of lotion, Ian rose above her on one elbow and stared into her eyes, as his fingers moved down her belly, which undulated under his hand. At her pubic mound, he held her with his palm gripped tightly, driving a finger into the cleft between her labia. With kisses along her lips and down her neck, he lingered at her nipples, sucking each until they tightened hard. A brisk wind raised a chill and goosebumps that disappeared with a shiver in her hips.
“Perhaps we should go back to the room,” she uttered quietly, knowing how much she wanted Ian to slip his erection inside her. One glance down at his rising organ, her lips again wanted it inside her mouth.
“Whatever we do we’ll do right here,” he purred to her. Pushing himself to his knees, he straddled her head so her mouth could work his prick.
It wasn’t a deserted beach, but it was not a busy one. No one paid attention to public sex, except to stop and admire for a few seconds before strolling by, or if inspired and bold enough, find a way to join in. Jocelyn labored fondly over Ian’s erection, her mouth taking the thickening organ deep. Drawing back the skin she teased about the head. Her own crotch hungry, she parted her thighs luring a dark-haired Frenchman between them. Dropping to the sand, the young man’s fingers crept up her legs, and her body quickened with the realization that she’d be taken by two men on the beach that afternoon. Fingers exploring deeper found her pussy wet and her belly spasming when he shoved two inside. Her hips rose to his face as his tongue descended to the purple skin inside the sexy pouch.
While willing to share his wealth, Ian claimed her mouth for his, driving his penis beyond the point where she would gag on the depths it demanded of her. With a second penis in her crotch, she was helpless to control a thing. Being used for two men’s pleasure, letting go of her own was her only alternative. That was easily accomplished since her body was as happy with the prospect as the men she pleased.
Relishing Ian’s organ as though she had a feast of delicious food to sample, she was urgent, ravenous for the stalk that raped her mouth. She wanted to swallow him whole. Her tongue delved into the sinewy flesh, her mouth and lips sucked hard, and she grabbed the length of him in her hand and pumped it vigorously, awaiting the eruption while little spurts of pre-cum shot on her face and down her throat. While she pleasured Ian, her own depths were plumbed by the anonymous prick. Like two women, one that gave and one that received, her desire was climbing to that point where in seconds she’d be over the edge. Ian assured himself first climax, demanding her attention until he was shooting himself across her face, letting his liquid get into her hair and across her chin and, of course, beyond her open lips. When he backed away, the dark-haired man resumed their copulation in earnest. Only then did she get a look at this intruder’s earthy, handsome features and feel the full essence of a man bold enough to prod at the door of an available female cunt.
This itinerant lover moved on her like he’d had her before. After having held himself above her, free of Ian, he dropped to her chest and mauled her breasts, taking a nipple in his fingers and drawing it out, pinching it hard so she’d buck harder on his erection. Withdrawing from her, he turned her over, haunches up, holding them in his hands, while her shoulders were pressed into the blanket beneath her. Then fucking her from behind, with flesh slapping against flesh, he rode her until he peaked. Plunging himself to the very end of her vagina, he climaxed. The rigid sand was no comfort for aching shoulders driven into its unyielding surface. She would have preferred to take her pleasure to the luxury of a real bed. But her two lovers were determined to see her climax right on the beach. They wanted to see her body jerk and her expression turn to that state of bliss where cumming is as much anguish as it is sweetness.
Lying under her, Ian’s mouth ate at that portal, lapping freely, while her anonymous lover worked her ass, his tongue rimming her backdoor. Two men’s fingers slipped inside. The spasms began small and then increased when so much stimulation overpowered her body. She was prickly everywhere, her toes and fingers, her shivering shoulders, all the way to the top of her head. Her back arched, and she drew up on her arms with breasts jiggled beneath her when she began to cry. Panting, breath short, sun baking down, sand between her toes, her nerve endings burst exhilarated. Tension everywhere, she quivered at that exalted peak.
“Ah, ah, ah, yessssss, now.” The trickle of words she uttered swooning over the top were drowned by the sound of the pounding surf behind her. But there were little cries that rose above the dull roar like the soft sound of birds fluttering beyond. For a time, she cawed sweetly, eyes closed in a private reverie while Ian and the other man continued tonguing her ass cleft and labia. A little jolt like an electric surge and her heated flesh jiggled again with another sensation of ending. At last, with the men moving away from her, she lay on her side, finding her fingers in the sand beside her, unconsciously fondling grains of sand that were soft to touch.
The beach was totally deserted when she opened her eyes. Had she scared away the bathers or was it simply late in the day and time to leave?
“I did this here, didn’t I?” she said dazedly.
The dark-haired man pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed her there. “I could bring you more,” he said.
“I’m sure she’d like that,” Ian said plainly, “but I have much to do tonight and we’ve got to go.” He was ready to return to the hotel room, even though there were a few hours yet to enjoy on the beach before sunset.
“I could stay here,” Jocelyn offered. “This charmer bring me home.” She looked up at Ian who was folding a blanket.
He looked back sternly. “No. Get up.” All passion vanished, he pulled her to her feet, and slapped her ass once as if he was taking charge of her like a pet. Resigned to that fate, Jocelyn threw a shift over her naked body and followed him as they walked toward their hotel. She looked back once and blew a kiss to her other lover as he sat in the sand staring at her departure and the lovely bottom that wiggled underneath her dress.
***
“You’re going out again without me?” Jocelyn asked Ian, after seeing him wash and dress without mentioning a word to her about his plans.
“Business, darling,” he explained.
“You’re coming back for a late dinner?”
“No, you’d better order in.”
“Or go out,” she suggested.
“Please don’t.”
“Ian, you’re suffocating me.”
“And keeping you from scoundrels,” he added.
