by Caelyn Alba
In the shadows of the cabana, I heard a screaming that it took an endless moment to realize was me.
When silence fell again, I was flat against the wall, both hands on my tits, massaging gently. His tongue was still inside me, my clit throbbing where his lips brushed it.
As he moved back shakily, I ran my hands through his hair, my legs weak. I felt the wetness that coated my thighs as I knelt alongside him. My oiled skin slipped against his as he caressed me, his cock rising up between us. It was tall enough to brush my tits as his tongue slipped back in my mouth, feeding me the taste of myself.
My heart was pounding as I pulled back from him, my hands reaching for his massive erection where it towered between us. In the half-light, I saw the gleam of my wedding ring on my hand, the thick platinum band that matched yours. I put the thought from my mind. I focused on what I knew I needed to do.
He was throbbing in my hands as I settled in against his thigh, lying across his legs to hold his cock in front of me. I felt my heart beat faster as I leaned in, stroking slowly as I gently ran my lips along his underside. Not licking yet, but just feeling him. Smelling him and the faint scent of the oil that coated his abdomen and his chest where his own hands were roaming now. I watched him rub his nipples as I caressed my way down to his cock-head, then around and back again.
As hard as he was, I had to work to pump him, his skin tight as I tugged it towards me, both hands locked around him. By any standard that counted, he was thick, but my fingers where they wrapped him told me he was more slender than you were. He was rounder as well, in comparison to your cock where it widened beautifully along the shaft, then thickened even more at your head. On him, a smoothly even circumference tapered down toward his glans, giving him a uniform smoothness that made his incredible tool look even longer.
I spread my fingers out along his shaft as I slowly stroked, and I saw the tendons at his groin outlined as I pulled at him gently. Better than I could when I only saw it at a distance, I gauged the reverse curve of his shaft, letting my fingers rise up along it where it lifted from his pubis, then arced downward like gravity was too much for its incredible length to bear. I brought one hand up to the base of his glans as the other stroked down to his pubic hair, tracing through thick curls on the way to his balls as they rose and fell in time with my movement.
‘Je vous voulez, Luc…’ I heard myself say. I want you.
I saw him shudder as I slowly pulled him towards my mouth…
IN THE CABANA — II
I WAS CONSCIOUS of feeling light-headed suddenly. I slid my hands along Luc’s length from both ends, meeting in the center of his rigid shaft and then sliding back to his head and his groin again. His tip was wet where he’d been oozing precum into his swollen foreskin, still drawn down even though he was fully engorged. I felt him tense as I peeled him back to expose his glistening head, my fingers working him, his erection pulsing beneath a layer of softness. His hands played through my hair as I rubbed my lips along him again, his length and his hardness and my need pushing every other thought from my mind.
As another thick spurt of precum oozed clear from him, I opened my mouth to trace my tongue along the underside of his exposed head. The salt of his skin and the sweetness of his juice and the scent of him filled me as he flinched, and I felt him throb even harder in my hands. Feeling the anticipation in him. Seeing the hunger as I looked up to him, his blue eyes bright in the shadows as he watched me lick him slowly.
But as I slid back and raised his throbbing head to my lips, I felt him flinch suddenly, almost pulling away from me. A kind of uncertainty was in him, making him strangely self-conscious. He traced his finger along my cheek as he bent low and whispered
‘You do not need to…’
He was worried about me being able to take him, I realized. I only smiled, feeling the racing of my heart and the firmness of his shaft under my fingers. Feeling the hunger that told me how much I needed him inside me.
I opened my mouth gently, not needing to go as wide as I opened when I took you. He slipped in with an ease that made my heart pound. I felt the wedge of his slender head slide past my lips, past my tongue. Then farther back still, his shaft throbbing in time with his pulse.
His downward curve worked to help him slide in almost effortlessly, and as I relaxed around him, I felt my breath cut off for a second as the sleeve of his foreskin passed the back of my tongue. I breathed in deeply through my nose, filling my lungs as his hard cock slowly filled my mouth and my throat. I felt a tingling in my crotch, as I felt his head pushing down farther with each slow stroke. He was already deeper than I could take your incredible thickness most nights. But even as deep as that was, I still managed to wrap most of both hands around his shaft as my lips encircled it, stroking him as I started to suck.
‘C’est si bon,’ he groaned, but I couldn’t speak to answer him. I couldn’t nod, I couldn’t even moan, his cock filling my mouth like a gag. A tingling was starting in my throat, but the wave of adrenaline I was riding kept me going. I felt a flutter in my stomach as he pulled almost all the way out, another spurt of precum oozing from him to coat my tongue.
I began to move against him, pulling myself along the first few inches of his shaft with my hands. No way to tell how much of him I managed to slide between my lips before I felt him hit the back of my jaw and slip past it, my lips spread wide as I rocked back and forth. The burning need for his hardness filled me like some drug. I felt him fill my mouth with each slow stroke, felt my jaw relax as one hand stroked him slowly, the other cupping his balls, huge and heavy where I massaged them.
Every dozen strokes, I pulled off him, pushing him back from me to let the liquid leaking from him coat my lips. As it did, I looked up to see him watching me, wide-eyed as I let a slick layer of precum and saliva lubricate his passage back inside me.
Then I had both hands working his shaft again, his amazing length feeling like more than one organ somehow. Like the cock in my mouth and the cock in my hands could have been separate. Like I might have been working two of most other men I’d ever taken before.
And then I was thinking of you suddenly, and the thought of your cock stuffed inside me the night before sent a tremor through me. I heard myself groan against the pressure of his cock against the back of my throat, my pussy tingling again, but I had no hands to work it. So I pulled off him, watching his surprise as I shifted myself alongside him and spread my legs as I angled him back into my mouth.
I sucked him furiously as he took the hint, slipping one hand between my thighs. His fingers against my clit sent a tremor through me. I was lost in the feeling of his cock filling my mouth and the memory of your cock filling my cunt, and I felt myself start to buck against him, the sweet sensation of orgasm rising in me again.
Above my own moaning, I could hear the whisper of my name, repeated again in time with my movements. It echoed in my head each time I felt his massive organ sink to the back of my mouth and slide out again. But then he was thrusting. Pushing against me as I clamped my hands around him to keep him from going too far. I felt him fill my mouth with his hardness as I sucked him, locking my mouth around him as his throbbing cock pumped me.
I suddenly needed to know how big he was. I felt myself consumed by that urge, by that desire to take something real away from this mad tryst. So I marked his length off with my fists, hand over hand along his shaft from the base. It was three hands to reach my mouth, then three fingers to cover what was left between my lips as I let it slip out. Then I was pumping him hard, my jaw tingling, his magnificent organ at eye level, impossibly huge, impossibly hard.
‘Come for me,’ I whispered. ‘Jouissez pour moi.’ It was another phrase I’d learned for you. Be joyful for me was the literal translation, which had made me smile when I read it.
Luc nodded, groaning as I slipped his head back between my lips again, sucking for all I was worth, my tongue working his foreskin as I thrust down on him. I was fucking him with my mouth as he f
rantically worked my clit, and I felt myself pushing past the point of no return. My thighs snapped shut on his hand, rocking against him as I came and sucked harder and felt him drive between my lips again and again and again.
As the first stream of his semen spit out to hit the roof of my mouth, I tried to pull off him but I couldn’t, my rigid body still locked to his as my orgasm faded. His hips pushed spasmodically against me as he shot. I swallowed like I love to do, the heat and the stickiness of his cum filling my mouth. But as fast as I drained him, he kept coming, a massive load that shot in thick spurts until I finally had to pull away.
I wrapped my hands around him, his hips thrusting against me as he continued to shoot, jet after jet of white-hot cum streaking my face, my tits, my belly as he reached down to squeeze his huge balls like he was milking himself. The salt-sticky wetness of his juice in my mouth tasted faintly of cinnamon, I realized, my hands pumping furiously with each pulse of fluid that struck me. Then slowing gradually. I watched as the last shot flicked from him to ooze down the underside of his head, filling his foreskin as it slid back into place, slick with semen and saliva. In my hands, I felt him pulse thickly as his erection began to fade.
He was faster going soft than he had been getting hard. I stroked him gently as he went, the feeling of my own orgasms still threading through me. And when he was half-hard in my hands, I took him into my mouth again just to feel him. I was amazed at his length, amazed at the texture of him, pliant like rubber. I stuffed his softness between my lips, letting it slip like a snake down my throat until I felt my mouth against the tangle of his pubic hair. I felt him grind against me again, his hands on my head. I held him there for a long while before I slowly pulled away.
‘One last kiss,’ I said, and he smiled again as he stroked my hair.
‘I want you again.’
His voice was faint in the stillness, an edge to it like he was almost afraid to say the words. My heart was loud in my chest suddenly as I lay naked against him, gently massaging his glistening wet cock where it lay across me. I knew what I needed to say in response. Not sure why the words seemed to stick in my throat.
‘I can’t…’
Luc bent over me for one last kiss.
‘Merci,’ he said, and then he was gone.
He left me the towel, and it took all of it to wipe the last of the cum from me. I rolled it up tight and took it with me, not sure what else to do with it. My panties were soaked, which was remarkable given how quickly Luc had gotten them off me. My thighs and my ass were still sticky as I slipped my shorts on. Then I was outside, and a part of me hoped that Luc would be there again on his blanket when I stepped into the sunlight. One last chance to feel his eyes on me as I walked away, but he was nowhere in sight.
The beach was filling slowly, so I cut around the cabana and up the fence. Trying to act inconspicuous even as I felt a trace of cum I must have missed trickle down between my breasts.
And as I approached the gate, I saw the young couple I’d seen before. Both of them were watching me as I walked towards them. I didn’t need to look behind me to see the straight-line view that I suddenly realized ran directly from the spot where they lay to the cabana door. I felt myself blushing as I walked past and she smiled at me.
He was partly on his side, lying against her. And though I tried not to, I glanced down to see his cock standing rigid against his belly, held tight along the cleft of her bare ass. He was longer hard than I would have guessed from seeing him soft. I felt his eyes on my own ass as I slipped across the sand and back to the boardwalk.
I was breathing hard, a wave of adrenaline still pushing through me as I headed back to the room to change. I wasn’t sure how long it had been, but you were done your shower and thankfully gone from the suite, presumably out looking for me. A chance for me to shower again and to collect myself, I thought.
But as I ran the water, I realized that the uncertainty wasn’t hitting me yet like I expected it to. In its place was a feeling of wonder. I was reveling in the raw animal passion of what had just happened. I was feeling the bliss that still pulsed in a steady rhythm from my heart to my clit, desperately trying to think of a way to prevent that bliss from turning to guilt like I knew it would. So I needed to not think about it, I realized. I needed to not think about you as I stepped beneath the water and hoped it would wash the memory away…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Caelyn Alba is a pseudonym responsible for the writing of erotic fiction and memoirs, much of it in conjunction with husband Sean Gerard Leah. In real life (when she can figure out what that is), she teaches humanities in the Pacific Northwest.
MUSE OF SHADOW is a producer and purveyor of no-holds-barred erotic literature — couple-friendly and written for people who believe that the imagination is the most important component of human sexuality. Our books are written to provide a workout for those most sensual muscles of the mind.
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