The Dare Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Dare Ch. 02

... was fucking erotic watching Don's prick sliding into her sweet cleft and pushing myself in deep into her arse every time he bottomed out. I could feel the cool sea breeze brushing over our bodies, especially sensitive between our legs, reminding me of our vulnerability, butt naked out here in the open.

I leaned sideways and gazed between our bodies at Don's cock penetrating her glistening wide open pussy. Noting how she was forcing her clit hard onto Don's mons in fast little thrusts of her hips. I hardly had to move; she was so active.

As her hips jerked backward, forcing my cock hard between those beautiful round globes, another stupid thought sprang into my mind. 'I hope the common folk are not allowed to do this - it is much too fucking good for them.'

Chuckling away to myself, I set a steady pace, revelling in the fact that I'd had so much sex in the last week and so was able to last - no fear of an early ejaculation today.

As Hazel neared her climax, I balanced on one hand and used the other to squeeze and hold her breast, then toyed with the swollen nipple and tipped her over the edge.

"Ahhhh! Don't move, either of you... AAAHHHH GGODD... Fuck don't move, I'm coming." Her body lit up in a series of jerks, followed by a backbend that had me worried for her safety.

Her orgasm brought Don to a noisy climax as well. I didn't. I could have if I'd tried, but I was happy to just live with the memory and save my energy. It was only 12:30, and I felt Hazel ...

... would not be finished with me yet.

Once composed, we sat around and ate the picnic lunch. Then we re-packed everything and walked back down to the car. We were all comfortable with one another now, Don especially happy and full of chat. He was much changed from the cautious, moderate man I had met only a couple of days before.

We had a quick swim at the beach, and then I drove them back to my place. Hazel was interested in all the projects I had on the go: my garden, artwork, and building projects. I took her into my bedroom to have a look at a large mural I had on the wall in there, and I was not surprised when she pulled me onto the bed with her.

"We need to get on the road soon. I want you one last time."

"The old fella's softer than a jellyfish. You will have to do some work on him."

"No problem." And she pushed me over onto my back, unzipped me, and set to sucking the old fella hard again. 'Bloody hell, she was good at blow jobs.' Then, I reflected that she had had a fair bit of experience at Uni.

She soon had Percy standing up and rearing to go. She rolled over onto her back, pulling me with her. Her legs fell apart, and her arse lifted off the bed, exposing her glistening, wet, very used cunt. What is a weak-willed bastard like me to do? I pointed Percy directly at her beckoning charms and thrust home.

Hazel brought her legs together, increasing the pressure on my shaft, and thrust her hips up against me as I pushed down. There was a distinct slap of ...