Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

The air felt cool against the wetness of my cunt, and I felt my whole body come alive with excitement. The breeze seemed to tickle up between the lips of my cunt, teasing me with its touch against my aching gash.

I couldn't resist the lure of my own body, and while I was waiting for Marc, my fingers stole down to my crotch and I began to rub my clit feverishly.

"Oh, Jesus!" I heard Marc moan. "Tootsie, let me watch you diddle yourself! Please, let me watch!"

It sounded perverse, as though I were putting on an exhibition for Marc, teaching him the most intimate secrets of my body before he claimed it for himself. I wanted to let him watch me as I fondled my snatch; the very thought excited me wildly.

I parted my thighs even farther and pushed my cunt up against my hand. My fingers worked furiously in the wet forest of cunt hair, slipping across the soft skin, pressing down into the swollen bud of my clit. My cunt was so wet that I could hear my hand squishing between the lips.

"How does it feel?" Marc moaned. I heard a slapping noise above the sound of his voice.

"It feels good," I said, opening my eyes. "It feels like I'm going to come soon."

I stared down my body. Between my open legs was Marc. He was on his knees, jerking himself off and looking at my cunt. His mouth was open and his eyes looked dazed. The muscles on his neck and shoulders were tensed, as though he were straining against his passion. His hand was a blur against his crotch; his cock vibrated up and down from the enthusiasm of his pumping fingers.

"Stick your fingers in your cunt," he said, grunting.

I slipped my other hand down over the swell of my cunt, down between the wet lips. I could feel the swirling brush of my middle and index fingers working rapidly against my clitoris as I pushed two fingers of the other hand into my cunt. My insides were wet and hot, and I stirred the fingers around, pushing in and out of the hole. All the while I fucked myself with my fingers, I watched Marc jerking himself off between my legs.

"Put your cock in me when you come," I instructed, feeling my orgasm drawing close. "I want to feel you come inside of me."

"Yes," he agreed. "Yes!"

It was like all my fantasies when I masturbated. I always thought of cocks and cunt, of fucking and sucking. Now I was doing the same thing – doing it in front of someone – but this time I had a real cock just inches from my cunt, ready to plunge into me with cum the moment I began to have my orgasm. It was like fantasy and reality all mixed up in my mind.

My fingers rubbed violently against my clit until my arm ached and my fingers felt as though they were going to cramp up. I hunched my cunt up and down, straining my back and elevated ass. Marc jerked his long, thick cock up and down, almost touching my cunt with his outward strokes.

"Now!" Marc moaned. He hunched forward.

Just before his cock touched my twat, I felt a blob of thick, wet jizz spurt from the end of his cock and splash against my fingers. My cunt dripped with his cum, matting in the hair and wetting my clit as it oozed between the open lips of my pussy.

I pulled my fingers from my cunt and grabbed for Marc's cock. With my other hand still on my clit, masturbating, I pulled his coming cock and buried it between the lips of my cunt. His cock throbbed inside of me, still spewing out its cream, flooding my cunt as it slid deeply into me.

The moment his jizz touched me, I began to come. My legs almost pressed together now in passion, and I had to force them apart to allow him entrance. My thighs quivered as I came, and I felt the scratch of his pubic hair rub against the fingers that were still twirling the bud of my clitoris.

"Fuck me!" I moaned as my orgasm exploded all around his cock. "Come inside me!"

I finally pulled my hand away from my cunt, and I locked them behind my knees, bending my body almost in half. I pulled down with my arms, and my body rolled up, my cunt almost in my face. I could see Marc driving into me, pushing open the pussy-lips, and I could smell the sweaty odor of my own cum-filled cunt.

Marc's cock slithered thickly into my hole until my cunt had embraced all his seven inches. My cunt seemed to swell up around him, tightening down around him, squeezing the cream from his cock. His balls rested against my ass, tickling me with the wiry hair covering his flesh.

One thrust was all either of us needed. We were both primed from masturbation, and we completed it by fucking. Fantasy and reality – a shattering combination.

Marc rolled off me, and my legs fell down. His jizz dripped over the mound of my cunt and out from between my slack twat-lips. The wind felt cold blowing against me, and I tried to close my legs. The cum was slimy between them.

I could hear Marc breathing next to me, and my hand reached across the darkness for him. His hand was all wet, the combination of his cock-cream and the sticky discharge of my cunt. We locked our fingers together.

"That is some crazy grass," I finally said, squeezing our hands together.

I could hear the roar of the beach again, and just above it, the muted sounds of music from the radio. I couldn't place the song, but it was pleasant.

Marc snorted.

"Did I say something funny?" I asked. We were both naked, and his body felt warm against mine.

"No," he answered. "I just thought of something that was funny."

"What?"

"I have two more joints in my shirt pocket," he said.

I smiled. "Good. Save them. It's going to be fun to use them."

After my nighttime beach fuck with Marc Post, I considered my summer officially started. Even though I had witnessed Gus and Mimi fucking, it wasn't until I had actually gotten laid that I could sever myself from the city and initiate the beginning of my first sexual vacation.

Gus Wells was my next target, and my cunt throbbed with anticipation each time I thought of fucking him. The fact that he was so attractive was only a small part of my expectation. My main reason for excitement was his age; I'd never screwed an older man. Before I could consider myself really liberated from my youth, I had to be fucked by an older man. I'm sure that every girl must go through this desire; it's like an initiation into womanhood.

The more I thought about it, the more important it seemed. Sex with an older man gave fucking a weight and importance that was missing when I screwed someone my own age. To someone like Stu from back home, and even with Marc Post, although he was older, all sexual experience was new and exciting. All that mattered to guys my own age was the act of fucking itself; if he could fuck anyone, the act was successful. His cock didn't discriminate and his experiences couldn't.

But with Gus, it was something else. Gus was a man – a man to whom sex was not something new. Gus had been fucking for years, and he'd probable fucked more women than either Stu or Marc knew. Gus knew the difference between a good lay and an average one, something that would be lost on Stu or Marc.

So it seemed logical that if I chose Gus as my next conquest, his reaction to the way I made love would tell me just how good I really was. If he found my body exciting, knowing that he could have Mimi any night he wanted her, any way he wanted her, that would be a plus for me. If I could take him away from her, and my cunt could exhaust Gus' cock – the same cock I had watched him push in and out of Mimi's cunt – then I'd known that I'd grown up. After I'd fucked Gus, I'd known that I was at last a woman.

With this in mind, I began to work on Gus.

I began by coming to breakfast in the mornings without wearing my bra. My tits are big and firm, and the material of my blouse and sweaters pull tightly across the front of my chest without the covering protection of a bra. When I'm aroused, my nipples get hard, and they poke through the thin fabric and are vividly noticeable. So to make sure that I was sufficiently aroused for this to happen, I finger-fucked myself for a few seconds before I left my room. My tits would get hard and I'd squeeze them a couple of times, pinching the nipples erect with my fingernails. Then I'd slip my top on, pinch the nipples again through the material, and come out for breakfast, hoping Gus would see them.