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She gasps, the harder I bear down on her nipples. I suck them hard, and she cums as my hands play between her legs.
When Peach is conscious again, she rolls me over and spreads my ass wide towards the sun, letting the warmth bake my rear. I wave my ass like a beckoning slut, and she slaps it to make it burn all the more.
“I’d love to see this ass of yours whipped,” she says. I don’t pay much attention to her “love talk”, as I’m lost in the crude sensations that rise as she tortures my ass with her hands, slapping, pinching and scratching the surface until I’m sure it’s raw. She reaches down and penetrates my cunt with at least two fingers; I’m so sloshy I can’t tell.
I roar something nasty when I cum again. She slaps my ass as I finish, then rolls me over to kiss me as a satisfied smile appears across her face.
I let the sun beat down on me again as Peach covers my tits with suntan lotion. “I don’t want to burn you that way,” she says slyly.
It’s quiet, except for the ocean’s sonorous roar. I could fall asleep to the rhythm.
“You two have quite a wicked way of making love,” a voice interrupts our peace.
We open our eyes and look up to see Tasia staring down at us, just steps away from the blanket.
“I see she’s marked with a devil’s ring, did you do that to her Samantha Clarisse?” the woman asks.
“What? You watched us?” Peach says, sitting up. She’s pissed; I know the intonations in her voice well.
“I’ll likely get off to the memory,” Tasia says smiling.
So nonchalant she is. I don’t know whether to be offended or aroused. I let Peach take the lead.
“You plan to mark her more, Samantha? I’d be delighted to watch,” the woman says, referring to me. She seems to ignore me, in favor of Peach. And why the hell does she call her by her right name? This annoys me.
“If she were willing there are lots of things I might do,” Peach tells her, “but that’s hardly a devil’s ring, just tiny insignificant roses.”
“Roses? They’re never insignificant,” she says.
I’m annoyed with Peach now, too, making vague statements about our private lives to a woman who is yet a stranger. I immediately flash on something sinister about this place, about the woman, and her eyes, which are now nothing like they were the night before and earlier this morning. They have a distinctly carnal quality to them that makes her look as if she’s sprung from the dark, dank earth itself. Her comment about my cunt ring irritates me as much as it does Peach.
“Perhaps this vacation away from that other world will give you both the opportunity to explore your more substantial selves. I can see you two just simmering. But I’ll let you be, I have things to attend to. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed this beach so much already.”
We watch her walk away.
“Damn! Can you believe that she deliberately watched us?” I vent.
“Yes,” Peach replies. She looks as if she’s lost, her mind having drifted far away.
“And what’s this about my ring?”
“Perhaps she knows something you don’t,” Peach says with a haughty twist to her words.
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like what you really want.”
“Don’t press me,” I tell her irritated with the turn of events. “I’m here to rest and recuperate. The last thing I need is more sexual adventures.”
“Oh,” Peach sighs despondently. She turns over on her stomach and rests her head on her arms.
“Besides, I don’t like the way she calls you Samantha Clarisse.”
“Why not?” Peach replies sleepily. “It is my real name.”
“You don’t like me calling you Peach?” I ask.
“Stop before you make a fool of yourself, Cassidy, I never said I didn’t like your term of endearment.”
