by Jackson, Meg
Boon’s hand left my face, his other hand pulled away from mine, and he tore at my dress, trying to rip it off but eventually just dragging it over my head. I held my arms up, willing. As soon as the dress hit the sand, my hands were at his belt, pulling and tugging until it gave way. He pulled his shirt up as I shimmied his pants to his ankles. On my way down, I couldn’t help but notice how rock-hard he already was, his massive cock standing at attention before my face. I looked up at him. His hand fell to my hair, stroking it.
I leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock tentatively, tasting salty pre-cum on the tip. The taste was almost addictive. I wrapped my lips around the head, letting my tongue play over the soft flesh, exploring the texture, relishing the taste. He groaned, inspiring me further, and I put my hands on his thighs to brace myself.
Moving forward, I slipped another inch of his cock into my mouth, playing with the sides of the head with my tongue while sucking in. His grip on my head increased in pressure and I felt him pulling me forward, more of his cock slipping into my eager throat. I ran my tongue along the underside, still unsure of myself, still so new to sex and everything about it.
I looked up, hoping to see if I was doing it right. He had his head thrown back. Sensing my hesitation, he pulled my head even further, forcing more of himself into me. Almost too much. I gagged, spit flying from my mouth, and felt my teeth accidentally graze his flesh. I pulled back immediately.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said in a rush.
“I don’t fucking care,” he growled, the rough words turning me on even more, and pushed on my head again. I took him quickly, making sure to keep my teeth between my lips as I slid my mouth up and down on his member. It was pulsing in my mouth, I could feel a vein running along the underside, stroked it with my tongue, felt his thighs quivering.
I moved further and further, pushed along by his powerful grip, until I had taken in all I could handle. I let go of one of his thighs and grabbed what was left of his cock, stroking it slightly as I let him fuck my mouth, his hips thrusting into my throat. I could barely breathe, was almost crying, but it was so damn sexy, my body was on fire with need as he held my head in place.
When he finally let go, I was almost propelled backwards onto the sand. He looked down on me, that devilish grin that had so charmed me on his face, and suddenly took off running to the water. I had to laugh at that: I laughed even more at the holler he let out as the cold water hit him.
“Fuck!”
I stood up, watching him wade into the water, wondering how cold it really was. He turned when the water was about halfway up to his chest, his eyes hovering over my perky breasts, alive with the tickling from the warm night’s breeze.
I did my best to give him a saucy smile as I followed him into the water; it was cold, but not as cold as he’d made it seem. With each step, the water lapped at my taut flesh, igniting more arousal within me.
“Wait,” Boon called out. I stopped, waited, wondering what he’d say.
“Pose for me,” he said, speaking just loud enough for me to hear him, his voice low and demanding. I blushed in the moonlight, thankful that he couldn’t see. Pose? I’m not a model… even through the darkness, though, I could feel his eyes moving hungrily over my young body. My B-cup breasts were jiggling as I steadied myself on the soft floor of the lake. I saw Boon’s arm moving in the water, realized he was stroking himself under the water. The thought of parading myself for him as he watched suddenly seemed very, very appealing.
The water was right at my thighs, and I turned around, showing him my perky, cream-white ass, bending over slightly and pushing it out. I heard him groan in approval. Turning around, I cupped my breasts, arching my back, watching him watch me and loving it.
I began to move forward again, stopping every few steps to show off my body and pose like a model. Finally, the distance between us was no more than a foot. He reached out, grabbing me and pulling me to him, the water between us offering the slightest resistance.
I was used to the temperature now, found it comforting, like a warm bath, and could even feel the heat baking off Boon’s body as he brought me in, kissing me softly on the lips, light as could be. He leaned down, kissing along my jaw line, nibbling lightly at my earlobe, my neck. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hard and excited, tingles of pleasure racing through me.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered, trying to act confident. It was true, but saying the words felt so wrong, so dirty, that it made me shiver. My mouth found his flesh, my lips hungry, my tongue tracing the tattoos on his chest and shoulders. I nibbled slightly, savoring the masculine taste of him as I ran my hands down his muscled arms.
Boon’s arm brushed against my erect nipple as he ran his hand across my shoulder and down my arm, down to my belly, his eyes following the trail of his hand as though his touch was lighting my body up in the darkness. Every sense in my skin heightened, sparking under his fingertips; he was an artist with his touch and I realized I’d always surrender to it, every time.
Dropping his hands to the back of my thighs, Boon raised me out of the water, holding me close, my clit against his stomach; his mouth hovered over one of my nipples, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down my torso and stoking the fire between my legs. I moaned as he took my nipple between his teeth, teasing it with a little nibble.
His lips surrounded my nipple, one of his hands rising to cup my breast; he was holding me in the water with one arm, my legs wrapped around his torso. I could feel my body moving of its own accord, my hips thrusting slightly as my clit rubbed against his abs, his attention to my breasts making me crazier each second.
Boon took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth; I could feel my juices flowing, painting his torso, my arousal stirring like a wild animal woken up. Boon walked forward slightly, moving us closer to the shore, bringing the water level just below his waist line, exposing his huge cock as it broke clear of the water, still erect.
His grip on me faltered slightly and I slid down, relishing the feeling against my clit and then, when I felt it, the way his dick pressed against my slit. That wild animal we’d woken up was hungry, starving, desperate, crying out for satisfaction as the slightest pressure from his cock against my pussy made me moan.
Suddenly, Boon released me; at first, I faltered, but then caught myself by allowing my body to float on the water. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me back towards me, lifting me slightly so that his cock aligned with my opening. I arched my back, my hips pushing into him, and my legs wrapped around his waist. Our eyes met, the moonlight shining off them, the heat between us palpable, as he slowly began to enter me.
“Touch yourself,” he growled, still maintaining eye contact. My hand floated to my clit as he pressed, slowly, slowly, so slowly, into me, opening my pussy, tearing it in half with his girth. I’d never masturbated before, but my passion guided me, and I circled my engorged clit, letting the feeling soak into my bones, mingling with the pure pleasure of his entering me.
I pushed harder against his dick, my legs tightening around him, feeling the water around me gently guide my body. The small, almost imperceptible waves in the water tickled my thighs, caressed my flesh, and I moaned as my fingers slipped over my clit.
Boon shuddered as he finally entered me fully, his dick firm and round, extending deep into my hot slit. My body tensed, my muscles clenching around his shaft, welcoming him, wanting him, wanting more of him. He was impossibly strong, basically supporting my whole weight against him. I was leaning back slightly, the water just kissing my ass, tickling the flesh under my pussy as it stretched and pulsed around his cock.
Suddenly, Boon lifted me fully out of the water, driving his cock even deeper into me, pulling a cry from my throat, hitting a small, warm, tender spot deep inside me. I felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my face, then back to my pussy; Boon began to walk forward, staying inside me, each stride pulsing his cock inside my slit.
/> “Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh god,” I moaned with each step, feeling the head of his cock piercing me as he walked towards the shore. He was so strong, too strong, my hands flew to his arms, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my mind erased in pure ecstasy until he finally laid me down on the sand at the edge of the water. He pulled away, then, and I protested, not wanting to lose the steadily building pressure inside me.
He kneeled before me, his eyes hungry, and pressed my thighs open roughly, the callouses on his hands tickling my flesh. His hand flew to my slit, feeling my wetness, my desire; I leaned up on my elbows, watched him. He leaned forward, crawling over my prone body, his eyes meeting mine as he poised his cock above my slit once more.
I could feel the silky head against my tender flesh, felt my muscles clenching in anticipation, my thighs quivering. Reaching down, he grabbed me around the waist and, in a single motion, flipped me over. Surprised, I raised myself up slightly, but he pressed down on my lower back, shoving my body into the sand.
I could feel his cock pressed against my slit again, from a different angle this time. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, and I automatically thrust my ass upwards, exposing my still-dripping slit to him. The sand felt gritty but soft and cool under my naked body; I could feel Boon breathing above me, closed my eyes, felt the ache inside, felt desire biting at every nerve.
He began to slip into me, slowly. Never having been fucked from behind, I moaned in amazement at the way it seemed to introduce me to brand new sensations, new places inside me, new nerves that lit up with fire as his cock moved deeper and deeper into me. His cock seemed to grow in size as he pressed downwards, throbbing and filling me completely.
I struggled against the weight of his body on mine, found myself instead thrusting against him, craving more. My hips moved on their own, gyrating up and down on the sand, feeling the pulse of his dick, the pulse of my own pleasure, a wind whipping up in my mind, tearing any thoughts I might have had to pieces. There was only bliss, only desire, only tension. There was only his cock, splitting my pussy, rubbing against the tender walls, driving downward, downward, to a deep, warm center where it seemed all my pleasure was balled up, just waiting to be released.
“Oh, god, Boon,” I cried into the night as his hips met my ass, his cock plunged entirely into my hot pussy. My muscles contracted around him, embracing him, squeezing it as he began to thrust into me, slowly at first and then gaining speed. Each time his dick pushed against that spot, I felt explosions in my mind, felt my skin tingling, each grain of sand a dot of pleasure.
My hips ground backward, my ass pressing towards him, my body knowing. Faster, harder, we ground against each other, our skin audibly smacking against each other, his cock pounding down into me even as I tried to thrust upward. He was powerful, stronger than me, and I felt my body sink deeper and deeper into the sound with each thrust. I felt the pressure building in my pussy, that ball of pleasure getting tighter, smaller, hotter, more electric, my muscles tensing and buzzing, his cock driving into me relentlessly, no respite from the blinding pleasure, the rising wave, the pressure, more and more and more until
“Fuck, Boon, I’m commminngggg,” I cried out as my body shook in the agony of ecstasy, my muscles releasing in a single, rolling wave of relief, my pussy milking his cock as he held it deep inside me, that ball of pleasure finally exploding, expanding, sending bubbles of delight upwards through my entire body. My hips rocked back and forth, my pussy grinding into the sand, my hands clenched in desperate fists. I panted, shaking, underneath him, my muscles weak and lazy.
As I felt the last waves of my climax begin to fade, Boon leaned down and grabbed my arms, pulling me up, backwards, onto my knees. My head lolled on my shoulders, my neck not even strong enough to support it, my body totally drained from the orgasm.
I leaned back against his chest; he was kneeling behind me, his cock still inside me but tipped upwards. His hands came to my belly, moved upward, brushing sand away as they reached my breasts. He fondled them gently, drawing a moan from me. I couldn’t believe that I’d ever recover, but I actually felt myself becoming more alert, more aware, more….aroused.
He shifted slightly behind me, then pushed me forward once more, so that I was on my hands and knees in front of him. He pushed into me again, impossibly finding still more places inside me that hadn’t yet been explored, that had never felt his cock. He grunted, began to slide into me quickly, his hands holding tightly to my hips, bracing himself against me.
I began to move with him, strength coming back to me as my pussy began to respond. I could feel my own juices running down my legs, tickling my thighs, mixing with the sand. Boon pushed and pulled me against him, fucking me faster and faster with each stroke. My pussy rippled with pleasure around him; he was pushing as deep as he could go each thrust, the sound of our bodies slamming together almost deafening in the night.
His grip increased, his body strained; my face flushed, my mouth opened in a desperate whimper. My defenses were totaled, and I was laid bare to him entirely, as he erupted inside me, his cock driving harder than ever through my slit and deep inside me, hot, gushing liquid spurting into me and pushing me over the edge once again.
His cum massaged my pussy as I milked him, my slit clenching around his cock. I felt my head fill with tingling, drifting, feathers, each one lighting up a single nerve in my body with ecstasy. Boon released stream after stream of cream inside me, each time nudging me further into my climactic delirium.
When he fell atop me, panting, driving me into the sand again, I could only moan and clench my fingers around handfuls of sand. We lay there like that for three years, days and nights passing by unseen as we tried to recover. Finally, the sound of cicadas became real again, and Boon rolled off me, landing on his back.
“Are there stars?” I asked, half-drunk with bliss, speaking into the sand, not even sure what I was saying. I felt almost like I did after a long, hard run or cheerleading practice. Only a million times better.
“Yeah, baby, there are stars,” Boon replied, his voice smooth and warm like melted chocolate. I moaned and stretched, rolling over, loathe to move at all but wanting to be closer to Boon. I looked up; there were stars everywhere. The sky was positively fluorescent with stars. The cicadas sang. The lake whispered to us. He reached out and wrapped an arm around me.
~ 21 ~
We almost slept there that night. We didn’t fall straight to sleep after, which was a blessing. Instead, Boon told me a story. It’s a silly story, I promise, something that made me giggle. Granted, I likely found it funnier than you will, since I was lying in his arms when he told it, and just about anything he could have said at that point would have seemed amazing.
It was a biker story. Boon said those were pretty much the only sorts of stories he knew. He also only said it was a story: I think it was a joke. He swore it really did happen to someone he knew, but I think he was just saying that to make it seem real.
“One of the older guys in our crew, Castor, he was riding solo from Florida back to California. There’s a lotta biker lingo, road talk, stuff that when you say it, people look at you like you’re crazy unless they’re in the know, too. So Castor stops off at some diner in Alabama, he says it’s four, five AM. Trying to get some chow.
Real cranky waitress. She must have just been about to get off or something, but anyway he says she had that bit- uh, a real sour look on her. So he’s smiling, Castor’s a nice guy, you’d like him, a real sweetheart, asks for two headlights and two wheels. You know what that means?”
I shook my head no, snuggling close and letting the rise and fall of his chest lull me along with his voice, the cadence of his words like a melody in my post-coital intoxication.
“Well, she didn’t either, and she starts getting all flustered. You know, she’s tired, some dirty biker comes in asking for nonsense. So she says ‘we don’t got that’, and waits for him to order something else. But, see, Castor knows the cook there, he’s been there b
efore. So he smiles and says, ‘ask the cook, he’ll know what I mean’. But the waitress isn’t having that, she’s just pissed about everything. No one likes being shown up at their own job, right?
So she calls back to the cook, ‘some wacko here says he wants two headlights and two wheels, says you’ll know what the hell that means’. And the cook, of course, pops his head out, sees Castor and gives him a nod. ‘Ayup, two sunny-side up eggs, two pancakes, comin’ right up,’ the cook says. And this really gets the waitress going. I mean, you ever dealt with a diner waitress at that time of the day? They’re not all sugar and gumdrops, for sure.
So of course she’s madder than hell ‘cause she’s been made to look silly. So the waitress goes and disappears back into the kitchen. While the cook’s preparing Castor’s food, she comes out and slams down a big bowl of chili right in front of Castor. Just full of beans. And she says, ‘here’s you’re chili, big boy’. And of course, Castor didn’t order any chili, so he says so, asks what she wants him to do with a bowl of chili he didn’t order. And she goes, ‘two headlights and two wheels won’t get you very far without any gas!’”