by J. KRAMER
“No, it feels good,” she said softly. “Different.”
“Do you know that some people do it this way?”
“Yes. I’ve heard about it.”
His finger probed deeper. Feeling resistance he pulled back and inserted the tip of the tube into her anus and squirted the lubrication inside.
Becky giggled. “That feels weird, cold.”
His cock rubbed against her clit, aching for entry. He pushed her head down further until it almost touched the sand. Looking down at her open anus he inserted his finger again. This time he felt the muscle inside relax. He tried two fingers and she moaned softly. “Tell me if it hurts, Becky.”
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”
Encouraged, he inserted three fingers and moved them back and forth. He glanced down at his cock and wondered if it would fit now. This way, he could make love to her without taking her virginity. If a boat came suddenly and she was rescued, no one would ever know. He was large when erect, he knew. Did he dare? He pulled his fingers out and rested the tip of his cock against her anus. Carefully, he probed and entered a little.
Becky felt him entering. But even though she got pleasure out of his entry, this was not the hole she wanted him in. “Yes, Lucien. Yes…”
He pushed deeper. Inch by inch he edged into her until the walls of her anus stretched taut around his cock; the perfect rim encasing him like a wedding ring. It fascinated him. Carefully he moved inside her until she suddenly pulled away.
“Becky, I…” he murmured, afraid he’d gone too far.
Without a word she lay down on the sand and spread her legs. Her arms held out she beckoned him, her tongue moistening her lips, her eyes wild and filled with longing. “Take me, Lucien. Enter me, my darling,” she gasped. “Fuck me!”
His hand was around his cock, ready to masturbate. Her eyes pleaded, begged, her lips open, ready for his kiss. Uttering a deep groan that came from the depths of his soul, he fell on top of her and cradled her in his arms. Her hands sought his cock frantically and pushed it into her vagina. Her legs wrapped around his body encasing his cock tightly within the soft folds of her silky flesh. He couldn’t hold himself any longer. Pushing gently, he inched into her then entered her with one thrust.
“Yes, oh yes,” she screamed. “Harder, fuck me, babe, fuck me harder! Deeper! Yes, Lucien, that’s it!” She groped for his sac and squeezed it gently, rolling the small balls within between her fingers while he sat on his knees and slammed his cock into her as hard as he could.
Lucien gazed down at her wild eyes. If she hadn’t been a virgin, he would have sworn she was experienced and had done this before. Many times. But she hadn’t. He was the first.
The tide came in. Waves started to lap at their feet, but neither of them noticed. Lucien came just as a larger wave crashed down on them, dousing them in its foam. The roar of the sea drowned out their cries as they simultaneously reached a climax.
It didn’t take long for his cock to swell again and fill her. He managed to withhold release long enough to have her come again and again until the final crescendo caused her to wildly roll her hips beneath him. Her legs tightened around his body squeezing his cock tightly within her velvety tunnel. She screamed and screamed again. Her nails raked his back as his semen spurted, shooting into the core of her womanhood.
Becky felt his cock become flaccid but he stayed within her. His lips trailed kisses down her face, into her neck to her breasts. Their love had been so wild, their had been no time for tender lovemaking, no time for that first passionate kiss. When his breathing slowed, he claimed her lips for the first time.
He drank from the sweet honey of her lips and her tongue as he explored the pink cavities of her mouth. When her tongue darted into his mouth, he groaned and his cock swelled within her, ready to take her again. Wave after wave now crashed down upon them. He didn’t care. The ocean matched the roaring tide of their passion. He tasted her nipples, now salty from the sea, his sea orphan, mermaid, who the sea gods surely had washed ashore onto his beach.
When the water became too deep, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the cottage. Her eyes were almost black as the night sky, the stars above reflecting in them. Once within the cottage he lowered her gently onto the cot.
“Lucien, my darling—your paintings—the water…” she panted in between kisses.
He forced himself away from her. The paintings were too precious to lose to the sea. “I’ll be back in a minute, my love.” He said softly then ran out of the door to rescue the easel, the paintings and his box of paints.
CHAPTER NINE
Becky woke up the next morning cradled in his arms. She had no idea what time it was, but when she glanced out the window at the sun, she knew it had to be close to noon. Carefully she sat up and looked down at Lucien’s face. He was still fast asleep, exhausted from their night of love. “I love you,” she whispered softly and traced the contours of his face with her finger resting on his lips for a moment before gently touching the rest of his body.
Her hands tenderly explored, felt his muscular chest, the blond hair that curled on it, his pink nipples. She flicked her tongue over his nipples and watched them grow taut and the aureole pucker just like a woman’s. She’d never known that a man’s nipples were a sensitive area and sexual stimulant. Her hand rested for a moment on his taut abdomen, examined his slim hips before she allowed her fingers to creep down to his penis, now dormant, sleeping on its dark bed of curls. It fascinated her that a man so blond, with blond chest hair, had brown pubic hair. She was blond too, but all her body hair was blond. Carefully, she lifted his cock and let it rest in her hand. It wasn’t that big when flaccid. How can something small grow so large in just a few seconds, she wondered.
Right now, his cock fit in the palm of her hand. His sac was loose too, while he lay in this relaxed position. Gently she rubbed his cock between her fingers and to her amazement it stiffened in her hand until her fingers barely fit around it. Within seconds, his cock reached his bellybutton and his sac tightened, becoming firm. She moved the skin back and forth like she’d seen him do so many times.
Then she dared do something she’d heard her friends talk about and read in her mother’s novels. Carefully removing his arm from around her body, she crawled down and climbed over his leg to kneel between his spread legs. She bent down. The male smell of him and residue of their lovemaking the night before, caused quite a tumult within her body. Her tongue darted from the bottom of his sac to the top then slowly she licked his cock until she got to his pee hole. A clear droplet appeared on the tip. She licked it off then slowly encased his cock with her lips and drew it into her mouth.
Lucien woke up. At first he thought he was dreaming when he saw her take him in her mouth, until her lips tightened around his cock and she sucked him in. Slowly, her head started to bob up and down. He moaned in ecstasy as she moved faster and faster, her fingers kneading his sac, playing with his balls. “Baby, turn around,” he said hoarsely. She stopped for a moment not understanding what he wanted. He sat up and grabbed her and forcefully pulled her on top of him so that her legs were spread-eagled over his chest and her clit faced him. He felt her breasts on his belly; her taut nipples rubbed against his skin. Her assault on his cock continued. He grabbed her hips and pulled her toward his face, then gently opened her cleft wide.
For moments he gazed at the juices that flowed from her vagina. They were pink, mixed with the blood created by the breaking of her hymen. He lifted his head and licked them, savoring the sweetness and allowing it to stir his senses even more. His tongue played with her clitoris, teasing, tantalizing, then licked her clit before flicking in and out of her vagina. She pushed her cunt into his face until she almost smothered him. He gasped for air for a moment and inserted his fingers. One finger, two, and finally three. With his left hand he tweaked her clitoris then played with her anus. She moaned under his ministrations, pushing hard against his face and hand. He rotated his fingers
within her vagina and with his left hand entered her anus. Through the thin wall of her vagina he could feel his fingers within her anus. It turned him on like never before.
Her head bobbed harder, she sucked the very core out of him. When she released her passion he drank the juices that flowed and tasted the sweetness of her blood mixed with the milky liquid. His semen spouted into her mouth, into her throat. He expected her to choke, but instead she licked his cock clean until there wasn’t a drop left.
Lucien pushed her off his body and pulled her up to lie in his arms. “Baby, you drive me crazy,” he said. “Where did you learn all this?”
Becky felt the blood rush to her head. Her face burned. “I read books,” she admitted. “My friends told me lots about their sex life.”
“Mm. You’re a good pupil, I must say,” he grinned. “Come here, kitten. I want to kiss you,” he said and claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss.
Finally he pulled away from her and looked deep into her eyes. “I never meant for this to happen,” he said softly. “You’re so young and…”
She silenced him by claiming his mouth. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips. “Make love to me again, Lucien? I can’t get enough of you.”
“Baby, I love you, too.”
Her heart sang at his words. Lucien loved her just like she loved him. They would live happily on their island forever.
“I need to finish the paintings today. I want to finish them. Especially now.”
Becky sulked for a moment. “Lucien, take me again? Once more?”
“You’re a temptress,” he smiled and cradled her in his arms. The feel of her naked body against his was almost more than he could bear, but there was plenty of time for love. Painting her would arouse him time and time again, just like it had before and while they took their breaks they could experiment.
“Lucien, we need to talk. There are things about my past you need to know.”
“Baby, I know everything about you I want to know. Right now, I’m fired with artistic endeavor, so let’s get up so I can finish the paintings.”
Becky sighed. The moment to tell him the truth had passed by again. Maybe that evening she’d find the perfect opportunity.
CHAPTER TEN
"Lucien, how much longer?” Becky wheedled.
“I’m almost done with this one. It’s beautiful. You look like a mystical nymph, appearing from the depths of the ocean.”
An hour later, he put the last brush stroke on the canvas and stepped back to admire his work. “It’s finished, my love. You can come and look at it now.”
Becky climbed down the rocks and ran to join him. His arm automatically encircled her waist and he hugged her against him. She felt safe and secure now. Nothing could ever tear them apart. Her family was gone, but now she had her own family. Lucien was hers. Her eyes widened when she looked at he painting. “Lucien, it’s beautiful. Almost magical,” she whispered. “It looks like me, yet it doesn’t look like me.”
“It’s exactly as I see you,” he said while kissing the top of her head.
Becky crawled into the circle of his arms and nestled her head against his chest. His cock poked into her belly causing her to draw back and glance down. Mischievously she smiled up at him then bent down to take him into her mouth. “Lunchtime,” she murmured, then sucked hard while her hand moved the skin back and forth.
“Rascal,” he said and played with her silvery curls. “I can’t believe this is happening. A sixteen year old is sucking my cock.”
She heard the words but was too intent on what she was doing to tell him the truth about her age at that moment. Later that day she would tell him. She didn’t get to finish her task because he lifted her by the armpits and deposited her on the warm sand.
His lips claimed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth until she thought her soul touched his. Slowly, he trailed kisses down her neck to her nipples now hard as the shells on the beach. He bit them softly, nibbled and bit them again until they were harder than the hardest pebble and begging for his mouth. He sucked one into his mouth then sucked harder until half her breast disappeared into his mouth. She gasped at the sensations this caused. Groping for his left hand she placed it on her other breast. Kneading it, squeezing it, tweaking her nipple until that one also begged for his mouth. “Oh, I wish you had two mouths,” she moaned as he sucked the other nipple and breast.
Lucien lifted his head at her words. Silently he took a breast in each hand and squeezed them tightly together until the nipples almost touched. By squeezing the base of each breast hard, they became almost pear-shaped and looked as if the nipples would pop off. Opening his mouth wide he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.
Her hips arched beneath him, aching, longing for his cock to enter her. She could feel it between her legs, almost automatically searching for its home. Opening her legs wide she maneuvered her hips so that his cock met her vagina. In an instant she had her legs wrapped around him and felt him enter her. His cock seemed larger than ever as he drove into her touching the very core of her womanhood. All the while, he had both nipples in his mouth, his hands squeezed her breasts hard as she lifted her hips and met him thrust for thrust.
“Now, baby, now!” she screamed. “Kiss me, Lucien!” she shouted and tugged at his long hair to pull his head up to her lips. He sucked the very life from her mouth as he kissed her. His cock paused for a moment. “No,” she groaned. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ll come,” he whispered against her lips.
“I don’t care. I want you to,” she shouted and arched her hips.
He sat back on his knees and gazed down at her trying to prolong their lovemaking. Her breasts were red from his hands and lips, the nipples protruding sharply. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, then the other leg. His hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her against him. This way, he could drive into her even farther and he could see the expressions on her face.
“Yes, oh yes, Lucien. Harder—hit me with it—harder…” as seagulls circled above echoing her cries.
He pulled his cock out until only the tip touched her then drove it into her with all his might. “Is this what you want?” he panted. “More of this?”
His roar carried across the beach. A bird sang in the trees as if in answer to the triumphant shout of released passion. Becky screamed and screamed again as he sent the last drops of semen into her.
Spent, they lay in each other’s arms until Lucien finally lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Time for something to eat, poppet. All this exercise has my body screaming for fuel.”
“Are you going to finish the paintings today?”
“We’ve got all night yet,” he answered with a smile and jumped up pulling her with him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Becky languished on the sand. The sea was quite calm. Small waves trickled onto the sand murmuring soft stories of lands far away. She felt the water lap against her body. It bubbled between her legs and spilled over them. Leaning back on her elbows she gazed at the horizon. Queensland seemed so far away now, as everything seemed far away. Often she thought about her parents, about Paul and wondered if their murderers were ever caught. At times, the island, Lucien, it all seemed like a dream and she felt sure she’d wake up in her own bed. She let the warm sand trickle through her fingers. Grains of time, she thought, millions and millions of grains. I wonder how many stories each grain could tell and how far it’s traveled. This sand has absorbed the juices of our love, to be carried far away to other beaches, where other lovers make love just like Lucien and me. The sand had listened to their passion, their words of love. Would it carry across the oceans?
Lucien was doing his weekly garbage duty. That morning she hadn’t felt well and for the first time she hadn’t accompanied him. Sea gulls circled above, at times swooping down to the water and surfacing again, carrying a fish in their beaks.
She still hadn’t told Lucien the truth about her age and her
family. Each time she started to tell him, he’d place his hand over her mouth to silence her. It was almost as if he were afraid that what she wanted to tell him about her past would drive a wedge between them.
A speck appeared in the far distance. At first it hardly registered in her mind until it became larger. Slowly, it took on the shape of a large yacht. Becky sat up. As the yacht neared the island, she stood, her hand shading her eyes against the sharp sun.
She didn’t wave for help. Rescue wasn’t what she wanted. There was nothing left on the mainland for her. The yacht was so close now she could see figures on deck. They waved to her but she didn’t return the greeting. Slowly she walked backwards.
The yacht lay very still. She watched as the sailors aboard dropped anchor. Were they coming ashore? She swiveled and ran to the rocks almost slipping in her haste to get back to the cottage. Silently she wished Lucien would come back.
Slamming the wooden door behind her, Becky leaned against it. What if they explored the island and found the cottage? Quickly, she put on a T-shirt then hid underneath the cot. Rolling as far as she could she pressed against the wall and waited, the fear she felt almost acting as an aphrodisiac. The flesh between her legs throbbed. This time it wasn’t for wanting Lucien, it was caused by the terror she’d felt the night her parents were murdered. She clutched her crotch. Entering her finger into her vagina almost felt like giving a baby a soother. It helped to still her fear somewhat. “Lucien, where are you? Why are you taking so long?” she whispered softly.
***
Lucien thought he’d never picked up so much debris. Two days ago a storm had swept the island and the sea had spit out its unwanted garbage. He always carried an extra bag, just in case, and this time he needed it. Whistling a tune, he slowly cleaned up the beaches until he heard the soft purr of a motor in the distance. He frowned worriedly. The purring became louder and it was on the other side of the island. Then suddenly it stopped.