Anna Maria Island

by O'Donnell, Jennifer

  He exploded. His wet body stiffened as he pressed deep with a final thrust. I felt heat spill inside me. My pussy was quivering, and he throbbed as gushes of come splashed deep in my cunt. My body was exhausted. His hands scratched down my back to my ass. He held my hips and stayed deep inside. I felt the hardness of his cock soften just a bit. He was breathing heavily. His fingers probed along his shaft and pressed on my slippery lips. A finger lingered on my asshole. He exhaled and withdrew. He collapsed on the bed next to me. I slipped to fall flat on the bed. A thick puddle of cream oozed from my slit and wet the bed. I tightened my pussy and kept his sperm dammed inside.

  "That was amazing," I said as I lay next to him. "You are truly my king."

  He laughed and put his hand over my swollen and sticky mound. His fingers probed my creamy hole. I took his hand and brought them to my lips. Our come tasted like salty cream.

  "Ohhhh, my," he sighed. I saw him melt to the bed. I sucked his fingers. He watched me as I curled next to him. My breasts were heaving. My nipples were soft now. Delicate brown buttons atop my firm and tanned tits were just touching his hot skin.

  "I spend part of most days nude on the deck." I wanted him to know this. "Sometimes I dream of what we just did," I sighed. The urge to tell him about things I craved came from some deep burning well. "I wanted to suck you on the beach. I didn't care if someone saw us."

  "Why didn't you?"

  "I was afraid you would think I was some nasty slut gone wild."

  He lay on the bed and stretched out his lean frame. He turned on his side, his arm crooked to hold his head. "I think you are amazing. I wondered about you....why you were sounding distant." His voice trailed off.

  I was on my side facing him. "I need time away, to recharge." I smiled at him and felt surprisingly at ease disclosing my feelings. He seemed to understand. He seemed confident and relaxed. I reached down and held his soft cock. I cradled it in my hand and felt its weight. "I dream about this. Wouldn't it be wild to fuck on the beach?" My thoughts drifted off. We both reflected on the prospects.

  "Am I nasty? You know, I'm surprised how wild we are." A wicked look crossed my face. I felt a stream of come drip along the back of my thigh. I rolled more to my front; the drops inched along the crease on the front of my crotch. A few streaks dripped down from my labia and fell to the bed.

  "Yeah, you are nasty." He touched my nipple as he said it. He pinched and twisted it, and I pinched the tip of his cock in return.

  "I think you're going to fuck me a lot this summer. We'll try new things." I announced this as I gently pulled the tip of his cock with my finger tips. The tip was wet and slippery. "You want that, too?"

  "Yes." He looked at me intensely. "Oh, this is unbelievable," he whispered and lay back flat on the bed.

  "You thirsty?" I asked. "Let's go get something." I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.

  "I need to use the bathroom," he announced.

  "Meet me in the kitchen. I need to clean up."

  He rose from the bed. His tan contrasted with his pale ass cheeks. I noticed again how fit he was. He cock swayed heavily as he left the bedroom for the bath down the hall. I heard the sound of a strong stream of pee from the adjoining bathroom. I rose and went to the bath off our bedroom. In the bath, I wet a face cloth and washed my thighs and pussy. His come was still flowing.

  In the closet I got a pair of heels and wondered if I should wear nothing else. I knew there were sexy thongs in my dresser. I selected a white silk thong, more a g-string than a thong, and pulled it on. It felt a bit strange wearing one having gone without undergarments for weeks. The soft silk felt smooth against my bare lips. I thought it would keep me from dripping. I then pulled down the white tank top. In heels, I went through the house to the kitchen.

  He was standing nude near the doors to the deck. He whistled softly as I entered carrying a pair of his shorts. I moved close to him and tossed his shorts on the counter. It was clear I was not offering them to him to put back on.

  "Beer? Margarita?" I asked.

  "Beer sounds great."

  I grabbed two from the fridge and opened them. I handed him his and we clicked bottles as we drank. The cold beer tasted great. It mingled with the taste of come lingering in my mouth.

  "So, how do I look?" I asked. I stretched out my arms and slowly spun in an exaggerated pirouette. My deep tan contrasted with the tight white top and g-string.

  "Like a sun goddess," he said, without a hint of mocking.

  ”Like a freshly fucked sun goddess, to be technically correct," I said with blatant honesty.

  "I agree!" He laughed and drank more of his beer. I liked that he played and teased back with me.

  We finished the beers on the deck and then walked out into the gardens. From there we decided to go out for dinner. The evening was settling in, and the sky was streaked with pink hues. We went back in and dressed for a nice dinner. I wore a sexy black cocktail dress, and he wore slacks and a shirt. We enjoyed a long dinner and seemed more relaxed than the tourists who talked too loud about their times on the shore.

  We got home late and went to bed. Both of us were exhausted. I fell asleep in his arms. Spooning, his warm cock on my ass, I drifted into a deep sleep. We slept until late morning.

  After breakfast, we returned to the beach. I wore another bikini nearly as sexy as the white one. I wore the blue mini skirt and a sexy top. At our spot on the beach, we relaxed and swam, and let the day slide by. People strolled along the beach like they had on Saturday. Being Sunday, the beach started to empty in mid-afternoon as people returned to the city.

  "Let's see where this goes," I said suddenly. A pang of fear crossed my thoughts. Would we get caught? Would people see? Would scandal sweep the kingdom? I moved to look up and down the beach and stood next to him. He remained on the towel and gazed up at me. I felt his hand on my leg. I put on the skirt and wiggled off the bikini bottom. I found the tank top and slid it on as I undid the bikini top. It felt good to have them off.

  I sat back on the towel and pressed my backside into him. I felt his thinly covered hot cock on my bare ass cheeks. I knew it was a dangerous game. I knew I'd want more of this. I felt myself slipping and my self-control evaporating.

  "Enter me," I said, knowing he could lower his shorts and slip in. I wiggled my ass and felt his cock flip as my ass cheeks brushed his shaft. His hand stroked my arm. "Mmmm, feels good," I purred. "Your kingdom isn't watching."

  I turned and moved into his embrace. I kissed his ear. I pressed my breasts to his hot chest and his hand stroked down my back to my ass. "You're dangerous, my king."

  He reached for his shirt to cover our coupling. "You don't need that," I said and turned back over to welcome his cock. He entered me. I had massaged cherry oil on my cunt before we left for the beach. I didn't need the extra lubrication, but, with it, I was as slippery as an overripe peach.

  Both of us knew what was next. I wiggled as he went deeper, and I kissed his hand that pulled my hair from my face. He held me tight, pulling me hard to his body. I felt his breath as he kissed my ear. His tongue slipped along wetting me there. I felt powerful and fearless. "I think it's time for round two, my king."

  I slipped off his cock and turned to face him. I noticed no one was nearby. I kissed down his neck and chest. By the time I reached his waist, his cock was rock hard and peeking from the waistband of his shorts. I curled on my side to bring my head to his cock. He tasted of salt, cherry oil and cream. His cock felt fantastic as I took him as deep as I could. I held the base to steady us and brought him deeper. Any farther would make me gag. I slowly slipped off. With my other hand, I felt the wet slash of my silky slit between my legs. I was soaked. Some was certainly his cock, some the oil, but much was my excitement of doing this in public.

  I groaned as I went down on his cock. He was rocking his hips in sync with my bobbing head. I felt the deep urge to please him. The position was awkward, and I shifted to create a better base in the sand beneath the
towel. The position and height were better. I pulled up my top and drew him close. His cocked throbbed at my face and I snuggled into his pubes. His balls were tight and full and irresistible. The front of his shorts was pulled down. The back still covered his ass. I licked and sucked his cock and balls in turn. My tits pressed to his thighs. He sprawled on his side, legs spread, as he watched me. I moved up from his heavy balls, gazed into his eyes, and took his cock into my mouth.

  He tensed and said, "Someone is coming." I stopped and covered myself and sat up to see. A couple was at the water and must have seen us. They hung there for a bit and moved on. I saw him, then her, look back. My husband was curled on his side, his cock still exposed. From their vantage point, the couple could not see that. But, unless they were blind, both saw my dark nipples under the damp top. "So what?" I thought.

  As they moved away, I lay back on my spot. I held his hips and pulled him forward. He responded, knowing what I wanted. He held my head with both hands, his fingers entwined in my hair. He began to fuck my hot mouth. I moaned with pleasure. I moved my hands to the base of his wet cock. I held the short length of him that I could not take in and let him thrust into me. He was careful. His thrusts were strong and deep, but I knew he was holding back. I slipped one hand from the base of his cock and cupped his balls. I tugged and teased them as he rocked back and forth. My saliva coated his shaft and wet his balls. My fingers were wet, and I rubbed back behind his sack. I felt his hot, slick anus. I slipped a finger in and immediately felt his cock quiver in my willing mouth. Using my finger, I pulled him deeper and increased the tempo of his strokes. My finger slipped deeper, past my knuckle. I gently pulled it outward then pressed inward with his strokes. He rocked backwards, and I leaned back letting his cock fall from my mouth. My finger remained in his ass, his balls cupped in the palm of my hand. I wiggled my finger, probing him. "You like that?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

  "Oh, jeez!" he exclaimed. “It's too good."

  "I wonder if she'll do her guy," I asked about the couple who saw us.

  "I'm sure he'd love it," he said, as he squeezed the base of his cock. His shaft flared with excitement.

  I sat upright on the towel. My hair was mussed. My lips were swollen, and my face was wet and flushed. The cherry oil added a sweet burn at the back of my throat. Some drops of saliva streaked my tank top over my breasts. My nipples were hard and pointy. I looked up and down the beach. I tugged at my short skirt trying to cover my bare ass.

  "My king," I said. "I think you know...uh...well...some people have been watching us."

  "Yeah?" he asked somewhat uncertainly.

  "Did you see the couple near the water? Well, another two are up near the dunes."

  "I saw the two at the water. Could they see you were naked? I think they may have seen your hot ass." He looked up to the dunes where a couple sat looking out to sea.

  "Yeah, he was watching. And she saw, too. I think my bare ass was visible." I rubbed my knees and looked at my king. He looked uncertain. I knew I'd have to take the lead if anything more were to happen. He seemed oddly shy. "Look what you do to me," I said as I pulled my short skirt up so that the hem was above my waist. My legs were spread a bit. My thighs were soft and smooth. My mound was swollen. Not a wisp of soft hair was above my slit. My slick crease was like a short arrow pointing to heaven. "Touch me."

  He slipped a finger inside. The walls of my cunt were so slippery and soft. I squeezed and he felt the strength I had developed. He slipped in a second finger. The cherry oil had some ingredient that heightened the burning. It lingered and felt great.

  His fingers slipped to my inner thigh and I noticed the wet streaks on my tanned skin. His fingers pressed my legs to open wider, and then went straight to my very engorged labia. I had not needed the oils. I was dripping wet, hot and slippery. He touched along my slit and explored my swollen lips. I burned as his fingers went back inside. My king knew the mysteries of women.

  No one was within hearing distance. "I want you to fuck my mouth. Fuck it like you fucked my cunt yesterday. My king, come in my mouth if you want." My lusty crudeness excited me as much as it did him. He wiggled his thick cock. I lay back on the towel. He slapped his cock across my face. He knew he didn't have to be gentle. He smeared his cock on my cheeks, across my eyebrows. His precome streaked my already wet face. The couple on the dune must have seen me fall back to my position.

  He squeezed the base of his cock. His grip was tight. I watched transfixed as his cock throbbed. The tip was flared and purple with a large clear thick droplet at the slit. My finger massaged into his hot asshole, and I pressed upwards under his balls. Looking up at him, mouth open, I awaited his pleasure. I had no cares of the couple on the dune. If anything, the idea of them watching excited me.

  He gripped my head and thrust into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and he went deeper than any man had. I felt his balls graze my chin. I struggled not to gag, and he pulled out, only to thrust back in. I fingered his ass as he fucked me. He fucked wildly now and used my mouth like I wanted him to.

  His first explosion was when he was deep. Hot cream flooded my throat. Some I swallowed; some splashed in my mouth. I pulled back reflexively. A thick stream hit my face and dripped on my nose, cheeks, and chin. I opened my mouth, and he placed his cock on my tongue. More cream flooded my mouth. I let my lips seal softly around his shaft. He stroked his cock as I held the tip in my mouth. More hot cream, in smaller spurts, poured into me. I held him there until he was exhausted. He pulled off and was breathing heavily as he curled on his side. I swallowed as he pulled up his shorts and sat up next to me.

  "That was amazing," I said, as I collected fingerfulls of his come from my face. I smiled at him as I ate it from my fingers. He looked dazed.

  "You are absolutely incredible!" he exclaimed. "Are all girls in your kingdom like this?"

  I laughed. "This one is." I reported this factually, and he knew I was serious. "You bring out the nasty in me. You wanna try the other girls?" I looked up to the dune. The woman gazed off to suggest she did not see.

  "No, no, no," he declared. "That would topple my reign."

  We sat on the towel. Wet splashes streaked my top. I looked around. The couple on the dune had not moved. "I need to rinse off." I stood, taking care to show my king that I had not replaced my bikini bottom. I ran down to the water with my blue skirt flying and breasts jiggling under my top. I dove in and swam out. He followed. We swam and floated out past the breaking waves. I rinsed my top and hair. I rinsed my mouth. The sea water overpowered the taste of sex.

  We swam in, and I'm sure we were watched by several people down the beach and the two on the dune. My top had become almost transparent and clung to my chest. Every curve was revealed. I noticed whitish streaks on my breasts. His come had not entirely rinsed off.

  We toweled off a bit and gathered our stuff for the short walk back to the house. I held a towel to me as we crossed the street and passing cars slowed to let us by. We went to the outdoor shower, and I showered leaving the top and skirt on. Coming out, I saw he was on the deck waiting his turn. His wet shorts we on the deck rail, and his exhausted cock hung limp and happy. "My princess," the king announced, "you will win the kingdom's wet tee-shirt contest for sure!" I laughed and lifted the top to show the king his victory trophies. He smiled, shook his head and went in to shower the sand from his royal carriage.

  We had a light dinner, and, not long after, his royal majesty got into his Honda and drove back to the imperial palace.

  I poured a hot bath for myself. In the bright light of the bathroom, I looked at maybe the nastiest concubine on the shore. I didn't need a photo to preserve that image. My hair was messed and tangled. Some dried globs of come were still matted in my auburn locks. My eyes looked sultry like smoke. My lips were chapped and swollen. Speckles of dried come flecked on my chest and neck. I held my tanned breasts. My nipples had retracted now. I cupped them. The thought of my king tit fucking me flashed through my mind. A golden
dark sheen of tan covered every inch of me. Between my legs was a swollen mound. My well exercised labia hung below my shaven pussy. "My cunt," I said out loud. My legs were toned and smooth. My knees were a bit scratched. My ankles and feet were sexy. I thought that cycling would burn off some of the erotic energy that was growing each day. Maybe it would increase it. I slipped into the warm bath and washed the scent of royalty from my pores. His taste still lingered in my mouth. I savored the memory.

  Chapter 7

  That night I went to bed after he called to let me know he was back at home. I slept soundly and woke very early as the sun was rising. Lying in bed, I savored the scent of my husband on his pillow. Curling in the soft sheets, I thought back over how we had played during the weekend. Although it was early, I couldn't sleep and rose from bed. Wandering through the house, I was struck by the silence of the early dawn. I went upstairs and looked out the bedroom window on the front of the house. The sea looked calm. The sun was rising over the horizon. From what I could see, the beach looked empty.

  Returning to my bedroom, I got a short robe and sandals. Leaving the house, I walked down the drive, crossed the empty shore road and followed the path through the dunes. The light was softly bathing the beach in a pink/orange glow. I seldom woke this early and was pleased to enjoy the solitude of the deserted shore. All but those needing to get to work early seemed to still be asleep.

  The sea was calm, and the swells pushed lazily up onto the shore, then retreated. I walked along, wetting my feet in the swirls of water edging the beach. The rolling pebbles made a soft sound. I let the cotton robe fall open and walked along with my hands in the pockets. Stopping at the edge, I looked out to sea at the rising sun. The swirls of water eroded the sand beneath my feet and caused them to sink deeper into the wet sand. With my hands in the robe pockets, I held open the robe, spreading it like wings. The sunlight streamed over me, and I felt it warm my nude body. My nipples hardened. I wish I had brought the camera to take a photo or two to send to my husband. A thought of him admiring my photo, recalling our past weekend flashed in my head, and I stiffened with desire. Was I being a slut for him? I warmed to the idea.