Several minutes later and after he had sucked both nipples she pulled him up to her lips and rewarded him with a long, deep kiss. She touched his shoulders, then gripped his bicep as she had done earlier before seeking the smooth skin of his hip and once again the waistband of his trunks. With him on top of her she wasn’t going to be able to feel his cock with her hand so she slid the trunks down a little way over his buttocks and grabbed the tight flesh in her hands. He pressed harder against her pubic bone, sawing a little as she tugged with her hands, moving him and arousing him further. She concluded that he didn’t feel comfortable moving himself so that she could have access to his cock so she pushed him gently off her and lay by his side, kissing him again as her fingers trailed back towards the front of his trunks. He gripped her face in his hands and kissed her hard, tacit permission to do whatever she wanted. Her hand came to rest over his trunks and although she felt the hardness of his cock in her hand she had no idea where it started or finished. She wondered if boys could have two cocks, or maybe they started in different places. What she felt bewildered her and so without much more research she slipped her fingers inside his trunks, earning herself a loud groan in her ear as he arched his back.
The word ‘obscenity’ flashed through her mind. The part that she could feel in her whole fist was much fatter than Steven, hot, rigid and seemingly endless. She pushed his trunks down further and he lifted his buttocks to help them slide to his feet. Lauren looked down and almost cried out with a mixture of horror and despair. He was huge, threatening and there was no way that even half would fit inside her, that is if she could get the huge red bulb inside her pussy to start with. She stroked it very carefully and wondered if it was deformed or had grown incorrectly. She slid her fingers down to the base and saw that the bulb came up almost to her elbow. She was about to say something along the lines of ‘poor you’ in sympathy when he kissed her again and caressed her breast. She breathed in deeply, considering what to do. With him half naked next to her she couldn’t really just pull his trunks up and finish her lunch.
She touched the head of his cock very gently, feeling the sticky emission that had already flowed from the little slit. Kissing him one last time she slid down and rested her head on his stomach so that she could lick him gently while looking at the thing in front of her. It seemed to work just like Steven’s did, just in a more frightening way. She curled up on the sand and was immediately aware of how wet she was. Putting any thoughts of her own orgasm to one side, she touched his balls and smiled as he opened his legs wide, allowing her full access to do whatever she wished. With two fingers she touched his cock from his slack balls all the way to the top, then back down again. It pulsed with her attention and when she circled the top with her fingers a little later his buttocks seemed to twitch. Huge veins had popped out along his length, threatening and dark as though they were scaffolding that held the inhuman thing together. She slid lower and flicked the knob with her tongue.
“Oh god Lori!” he cried, grabbing her hair in his fingers more to keep her there than anything else.
“So big Jules,” she said quietly before taking him in her mouth. There was no way much of him was going to get inside, even as the bulbous head popped between her wide open mouth. It hurt her jaw and after a couple of attempts to take more than two inches she gave up and spent a little while just taking the head between her lips and sucking while grazing his length with her fingers. She discovered that it was her fingers which controlled his reactions and each time she neared the top of his cock he rose slightly off the sand and tensed, shuddering a little sometimes with the gasp that seemed to contain a note of panic. She increased her grip on his cock but there was no way that her fingers could ever circle him completely even when she squeezed hard. She salivated continually over the dark red end so that his foreskin slid up and down smoothly, rippling as it flowed over the lower edge of the huge bulb. Her fingers travelled all the way down his length and then gripped his balls gently, feeling their contracted mass, the hairs and crinkled skin so different to touch than earlier when his balls hung low and free. As she carefully pulled down on his balls he yelped with the sensation and Lauren watched as a slow, thick trail of precum seeped out of his cock and dribbled down the side. With a gentle touch she stroked his cock midway along the length, pumping him a little as the sight of the little river of cum gave her a sense of pleasure and achievement.
He was shaking almost continually now and she brought her mouth back onto the tip of his cock and licked at the trail, lapping the liquid pleasure onto her tongue before swirling it around in her mouth. Although she decided she much preferred the taste of Emma it wasn’t unpleasant so she took an inch of him inside her before releasing him and laying happily once again on his stomach. His cock was three inches from her nose and dominated her vision, blotting out most of the beach and certainly the rocks around her. She stroked her fingers up and down in a slowly, regular rhythm, knowing that he was going to come but in no hurry to rush this moment for him. With her fingers at the top of his cock she ran her palm over the head and that seemed to trigger his final leap into the land of pleasure. He jerked up off the sand, taking her with him. She slipped her hand under his back to maintain her position and stroked him slightly harder, amazed with the way he was wholly under her control yet shaking with such force that she thought he might pull a muscle.
“Come for me Jules, do it all over me!” she said, licking the end one last time. He cried out loudly, grabbing her hair again in his fist and then let out the first of many cries.
“Lori, god!” Nothing came out with the first cry, a slight spurt with the second and then his come simply shot out in huge thick spurts, hitting her on the forehead at least twice, then into her hair and down over her breasts when she aimed his cock in that direction. His buttocks were way up in the air, straining to get higher as his cock pointed at her and continued to issue powerful shots of come which fell on his stomach or coated her fingers. He whimpered as he held onto her head, pulling her hair and sounding like a frightened dog rather than a young man. He relaxed slowly, his buttocks dropping back onto the sand as Lauren moved her hand out of the way. She snuggled happily on his stomach as a drip of come dribbled down her temple and onto him. Her fingers were almost totally covered and she grinned to herself and her successful seduction of such a well-endowed boy. His fingers released their grip on her hair and he stroked her neck gently in thanks even though his breathing was still rapid and the occasional shudder ran through him. Lauren gently touched his cock, fascinated by the rigidity and what felt like increased girth as her fingers smoothed the sticky come down towards his balls. She let go of him and kissed his stomach, her lips immediately picking up the taste of his come which now seemed to be everywhere.
Lauren turned to him and lay her head on his shoulder, noting that there appeared to be a streak of thick, white liquid in his hair. He pulled her close and was about to kiss her when he saw her face.
“Oh god Lori, I’m so sorry!” he gasped, wiping the come on her cheeks with a finger.
She smiled at him, gently shaking her head. “It’s alright Jules, really. It was beautiful.”
He looked down at her breasts and before he could stop his hand he began to wipe the trails that had hit a large area of her chest. She took his hand, groaning quietly, and guided it, spreading the stickiness all over her breasts and making sure he felt the hardened nipples.
“Oh good god Lori!”
“Shh!”
“I’ve never, you know..”
She kissed his lips again to help end his concerns and then lay her head once again on his chest, happy to hear his heart and watch his cock twitch slightly with each beat. She wondered if Emma could accommodate him since she had more practice and then thought about whether she would want to share him anyway. There was no future in any romance with Jules, they lived miles apart and the political situation in Europe made the uncertainty even greater. She decided though that she needed some re
ward at least for all her efforts and the delicate way, in her mind, that she had seduced him. With a kiss to his lips she swung her leg over his hips and straddled him then leaned down and kissed him again.
“Oh Lori, your hair,” he said, shaking his head in apology.
She giggled and slid back so that his hard cock pressed against her pussy. His eyes bulged in shock even though his hands came up to her breasts and cupped them gently, encouraging her. She closed her eyes and again tried to work out a way that she could make love to him without injuring herself. Even with her legs wide open it felt like she had someone’s arm between her legs. She looked down and her fears were confirmed. It was menacing and an instrument of torture even though to her surprise droplets of come still seemed to ooze from the tip.
“We should finish our lunch,” she said quietly, not moving from her position above him. She didn’t want to get naked with him on the beach, not least because she had no desire to get sand in her pussy. He nodded and Lauren slipped off his legs and grabbed hold of his trunks. She shook the sand out of them and positioned them at his feet, laughing. “Time to get you dressed!” she said, pulling the trunks up over his shins. She found the task of covering him up hilarious as though she was his mother and getting him ready to go out. As the waistband neared his hips she took hold of his cock one more time, bent down and kissed it then put it away. Reluctantly she pulled her swimsuit up and guided her breasts inside before bringing the straps over her shoulders.
They finished the remainder of the food in near silence although the both cheered when two packets of Twiglets were discovered at the bottom of the basked along with two Penguin chocolate bars. They packed the basket and made their way north along the shore, finding nothing except each other’s hand to hold. She found her sandals once again without any problem and their conversation began to flow rapidly, covering many topics that both would have avoided with anyone else. As they approached the house Lauren noticed that their car wasn’t on the driveway and concluded that they must have gone to town for some shopping. They walked up the garden path and left the basket by the back door before turning on the shower. She put her hand under the spray and grimaced.
“That’s about as warm as it’s going to get, sorry!” she said, taking his hand so he could feel it too.
“It’s fine, I just need to wash my feet really.”
“Oh, can you help me wash my hair?” she asked, not adding that it was streaked with the come that he had shot into it.
“Um, I’m not sure how to do that,” he said.
She smiled. “Same as you do. Here,” she said, pulling him under the spray. It was cold but invigorating in the summer heat. “Need to get all this sand off too.” He looked reluctant to join her in the shower and looked at the windows and around the garden as though expecting someone to suddenly appear and embarrass him. Lauren pulled him against her and kissed his lips as the spray bounced off her shoulders. She slipped the straps down her arms and held her hands up high. “Help me out of this, it’s so sticky!” He glanced around again then pulled the swimsuit down to reveal her breasts but she kept her hands up high indicating that he had more to do.
“Lori!”
“Please, it’s so sticky, just take it off, please?” She turned her back to him and that seemed to ease any reservations he might have had as his hands slid it over her buttocks and down her legs. She reached down and picked it up off the wet concrete. “Oh that’s better,” she said, holding the bundled material under the shower and shaking it as though getting naked with someone in the shower was a natural occurrence for her. She hung it over the thick lead pipes that connected to the shower taps.
She turned to him and pulled him close against her, his erection once again raging in his trunks. “Lori!” he gasped, this time kissing her instead of looking for voyeurs.
“I’ve always dreamed of doing this, washing with someone in the bath or a shower,” fibbed Lauren, omitting that it was exactly what she had done with the owner of the property less than a week ago.
He smiled at her and gasped as her fingers slipped into the waistband of his trunks. She slipped them down before he could register any protest and watched as they fell to the ground. Once again she bent down and picked up his trunks, kissing the tip of his cock as she stood back up. Lauren turned and washed them under the spray then hung his trunks with her swimsuit. Taking hold of the soap form the little metal dish she lathered her hands and washed under her arms.
“Do my back?” she asked, handing him the soap.
He touched her gently, still clearly surprised with the pace at which things were developing. At first his hands moved tentatively over her shoulders and a little way down her back but as Lauren responded and sighed with pleasure so he became bolder.
“Can I have the soap?” she asked in a conversational tone. He handed it to her and she soaped her stomach and hips. Leaning to the side she soaked her hair, washing off most of what Julian had applied to her back. She gathered her hair together and wrung it out then handed him the soap. “Just lather up your hands and then work it in to my hair.”
He massaged her scalp with her strong fingers, kneading the soap into her hair and rubbing the bar of soap against her scalp in places until her head was a mass of white foam. He giggled at the sight as he worked.
“What?”
“It’s fun, washing your hair!”
“It feels so nice, your fingers massaging me.” She reached behind and held his hips and as he worked on her hair she pulled him closer so that his cock pressed up against her buttocks.
“That feels nice too Jules,” she said quietly. He breathed out heavily, his hands faltering in their attention. His cock was between her buttocks, well above her anus but happily lodged in between the tight globes. Once again the sense of his size registered cruelly in her mind knowing that she was going to be deprived of her prize and ought to stop teasing him if they weren’t going to be able to go any further.
She moved back under the stream of the shower and let the water rinse the soap out of her hair. It cascaded down her back and over her buttocks and as she moved slightly she felt the ease with which his cock slipped over her wet skin. His hands came up to her hair and helped direct her into the spray then squeeze out the water and soap, repeating the action until her hair was completely free of soap. Lauren turned and smiled at his.
“Thanks, that feels so much nicer.” She took the soap from the dish again and lathered her hands before washing his chest. “Arms up!” she commanded, laughing as he surrendered to her. She ran her hands up over his shoulders then under his arms, giggling with him as he squirmed to her touch. Her hands brushed over his biceps then back onto his chest before circling around over his stomach. Their smiles faded as her fingers brushed over his navel, then with more soap on her hands, Lauren pushed into his pubic hair. He gasped at her touch and looked at her wide eyed as she pushed lower and took his cock in both of her soapy hands. He pulled her towards him, kissing her head while her fingers disappeared beneath his balls.
“Lori!” he gasped, pulling her head to his lips and kissing her wet hair. She let go of his cock and lathered up her hands again before passing the bar of soap to him. When she was sure she had his attention she brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, slowly washing the little mounds and tweaking the nipples. She took his hands in her own and brought them up to her breasts, encouraging him to feel their smooth, firm shape just as she had done. It truly felt wonderful not just to have the boy’s hands over her breasts but to see the delight in his eyes as he explored a girl for what she was convinced was the first time.
“Feels so nice, Jules, so nice!” She smiled back at him but sensed that while his eyes might be on her nipples they were also glancing down at her pubic hair. She pulled away from the shower a little further and lathered his hands one more time, dropped the soap on the ground and pulled him towards her. His cock pressed against her stomach but she ignored it and guided his right hand bel
ow her breast and down to her navel, leaving a slippery trail of soap across her stomach. She kissed his lips tenderly and parted her legs, sure that he knew what she was about to do. Grabbing the back of his head she kissed him harder as she took him down over her pubic hair and guided his fingers onto her pussy. They groaned in unison, Lauren feeling the sweet sensation of his palm against her sex as he jerked slightly against her. She wondered if was about to come again but didn’t care if he did. She swayed back and forth, holding his hand still so that it slid from her clit all the way back towards her anus. Still holding the back of his head she rested her head on his shoulder and let go of his hand, encouraging him with her movements to continue touching her pussy.
“Oh Jules, feels so good,” she sighed. To her delight he behaved himself, just concentrating on the smooth, hairless skin of her pussy lips and not trying to force his fingers inside. She gripped his arms tightly and shuddered. “Jules, come back tomorrow? Come round again please?” He withdrew his hand from between her legs and nodded, kissing her lips with delightful passion. His breath shuddered out of him as he looked into her eyes and nodded.
“I’ll bring lunch this time.”
She grinned and let go of him, pleased with the way he understood her meaning about the remainder of the afternoon. They moved back under the water and rinsed away the soap before Lauren turned off the shower.
“Wait here and I’ll get a couple of towels. Put our stuff out in the sun to dry off, OK?” She skipped inside the house and retrieved two large beach towels from her bedroom. She stepped out of her room and almost died of fright.
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