The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure - Sex Stories

The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure

... sucking my cock slow like this. Chelsea, you are the greatest." Now, with no distraction -- no spicy female skin under his nose or soft breasts in his hands -- her strokes pumped his pleasure steadily higher. He warned her, "I'm about to come." Her twinkle reappeared but she maintained her slow pace. At the first spurt she plunged to the bottom of the shaft and squeezed his testicles. She held that position while he groaned and finished the climax, even while he relaxed afterward. Mouth releasing him at last, she slid up his body and applied her lips to his. He definitely tasted himself. She grinned at him and collapsed, her head on his shoulder. In a minute they were both asl**p. * * * The thud of breaking surf is inescapable so close to the strand. Though muffled by the well-built walls and pilings of a condo designed to withstand high-category hurricanes, it was still a regular background to the ears and subliminally to the torso. Its thudding never ceased. But when it did, both teenager's subconscious minds gradually noted the absence and awoke them. Late afternoon light filtered dimly through the closed blinds. Chelsea had turned over and Dolf found himself spooned behind her. He raised on an elbow and looked around. She regarded him over her shoulder. "Something's happened." "Wasn't that lamp on?" he asked, pointing to one on the nightstand. "I don't know. But you're right: it feels like something is missing." He thought about it. "The surf?" They stared at each other. ...

... She said, "How could that stop?" "Maybe ... the wind quit blowing." But he shook his head. "No, I don't believe it. Ocean waves come from thousands of miles out to sea." She giggled and sat up. "Well, you have to believe it now. I need to pee." "Go ahead. You first." "You can use Mom's bathroom." She giggled again. "Or you can come and watch. I'll bet you never saw a girl pee." "I never saw a girl do anything ... close up." "Well, here's your chance, close enough to taste if you want." He followed her into the adjacent bathroom. Grinning at him, she turned around and straddled the toilet. She pulled herself open and released her stream. She giggled. "What do you think?" He bent to study the spectacle. "Looks untidy." He took a breath. "But fascinating." She eyed his dangling cock. "Go ahead. I left you room." He stepped forward, taking hold of himself, but said, "Ought to raise the seat." "What for? I've already wet it." Indeed a fine spray had spread around her stream. Shrugging, he let his rattle with hers into the bowl. She chuckled, bending forward to look between her breasts. "I always wanted to do this. It's almost as intimate as fucking." He shook his head. "Chelsea, you are ..." "What? A real slut?" She was grinning. He took a breath. "I was trying to say, you're the most interesting girl I ever really knew." Her eyes twinkled. "I'm the _first_ girl you ever really knew." Overcome by deep feelings, he also straddled the bowl. The still dribbling penis dangled between ...