The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure - Sex Stories

The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure

... Dolf?" "Because I'm just a nerd stuck on my e-reader and video games." She nodded. "That's why you were gasping for breath a while ago. You need more real exercise." "I guess so." He grinned. "Especially with a real hottie like you." "'A real hottie.'" Her eyebrow cocked. Having never relingquished her hold on his manhood, she gave it a flip. "How many pretty girs' faces has this thing been in?" He hesitated, tempted to lie, but sighed and said, "Just yours." She smirked. "I've got an exclusive. How nice!" "All the way. You're my first girl, Chelsea. I can't believe my luck." "Are you supposed to admit that? Eighteen and a virgin?" "Until you. I guess it's different for girls." Chelsea laughed heartily. "Oh, you know it!" She studied him. "But you've been jerking off." "Oh, yeah." "To porn vids on your laptop." "Okay." "Which is why you knew how to lick a cooze." "I did it right?" "You sure did. And you're not squeamish." "'Squeamish?'" "A lot of boys won't lick. I know: let's do a 69. Your dick doesn't need to keep standing for that." Quickly she rearranged her body to squat over his face and leaned forward to mouth him, cup his testicles and gently work the stones. He licked close around her clit in the manner twice successful so far. Cooler now -- he had ejaculated twice already today -- he put his thumb into her vagina and after a moment dared to work one, then another, finger into her anus. She rose off him long enough to declare, "You're a good porn student, aren't ...

... you, Dolf? I'll give you an A." Her praise was warm in his belly, enough to firm him up. Her odor was stronger, adding to the warmth. He thought he tasted semen. Before today he had always stared covetously from afar at her sleek curves. This had been one of the most popular girls in his high school, now bound for an expensive out-of-state college with a cheerleading scholarship. He'd been told the girls who won them had to fuck coaches as well as all the jocks. This girl certainly had the aptitude! They had met this morning by accident while he strolled on the strand, each visiting the beach with parents, both sets of whom had gone deep-sea fishing, an activity that had appealed neither to Chelsea nor Dolf. This early the other beachcombers were older people, well clothed against the sun. Both teenagers were relieved to spy the other. They had sat on the boardwalk and learned that each had arrived here attached to parents on a beach vacation, he voluntarily, she as commanded. That they had nothing in common was soon established -- beyond the last school and their current abandonment. "Where are you staying?" she had asked. He pointed. "About ten houses that way." "My place is right here." As if by common impulse, they had entered her condo, thrown off their shorts and fallen into her bed -- where they remained, having risen only to urinate and have snacks. Now in the throes of mutual oralism she groaned nasally again and again, each time forgetting to suck. Could she be coming? ...