Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... streets. Just a few cars and pedestrians show up -- another wasted day for showing the world Stella's ass.

We find the beach similarly deserted, there are just a few people in sight. It's wide, fifty meters at least, and extends in both directions as far as we can see. It's wet and windy today, it smells of the sea, it's welcoming yet ugly. The sky is dirty with gray clouds. The murky water has a greenish brown color from the sand stirred by the angry waves. Their roar competes with the clamor of the wind to cover our voices.

We waste no time taking all our clothes off and we stuff them in the clear bag. That we abandon in the sand, near the street, together with the umbrellas that we stuck in the ground. If somebody has the funny idea to steal it, we'll be left naked in a city not our own.

Our day at the beach starts well -- the wind, the chill, the noise, and the patchy light coming from the sky, all combine to stimulate my senses, not that Stella's naked body is not enough. My dick is hard. It has been without flagging once since the last train ride. We walk the long, wet beach. It's covered with puddles of rain water, it smells of decomposing sea life. The air is wet and sticky with salt, the sand feels sticky too. Stella's tall, narrow body, walking and running in front of me, looks fresh in the cool drizzle. Her nakedness is interrupted only by her blue collar. Her short, black hair is wet already. Her fleshy buns ask for the touch of my hands and I oblige ...

... cheerfully. She grabs either my erect cock or my sensitive balls each time she finds me following her, and thusly leads me further away on the stinky beach.

We walk and get far away from where we started. We turn around and walk more in the opposite direction. I do not know now where we have left out stuff.

We go nearer to the water and walk on the sodden beach. Our feet sink in the sand as waves crash upon them. We dare going into the water ever further and get adjusted to its chill. It's not long before I piggyback a laughing and screaming Stella in deeper waters. She's weightless in the salt water. The high waves crash over us, tipping us over again and again. I lose her to the sea, then we find each other again and she climbs back on me, arms over shoulders, legs over hips. We swallow a lot of salty water and our eyes become red.

When the sea defeats us, we get away from it and rest on the smelly, sticky sand. It's wet, drenched with rain water. We kiss and roll over it, laughing. My cock is back at full hardness, Stella's hands hold my junk gently. We've got sand everywhere, from hair to the last crack on our bodies.

When I lay on my back and check out the miserable sky, Stella leans over me and gives the tip of my dick a wet suck, and my balls a soft massage.

I want to fuck the immodest young man, but we start walking over the cool, wet beach again. We pick shells and show each other the interesting finds.

I see her on her knees, legs spread apart, looking ...