Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

"The couple next to us on the blanket," Marc whispered.

I remembered now. Yes. The humping couple on the blanket. Now they were fucking. The thought excited me, and I found myself humping my body up slightly as though it were me who were being fucked. The tightness of my pants crotch rubbed erotically against my wet cunt.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhh," she moaned. The grass made it sound as though she were on our blanket. "Fuck me, Billy! Fuck me harder!"

I felt my body coloring with her mood, as though I were a sponge, sopping up her passion. My nipples got hard, rind tingled. Marc's fingers tickled up and down my naked arm, and I felt my skin puckering up into tiny bumps of pleasure.

Marc moved, over me, hovering for a moment before his lips came down and touched mine. His tongue pushed between my lips; my mouth was wet and hot against him.

Without thinking, letting my passion rule me, I reached down between our bodies and put my hand on top of his bathing suit. His cock was hard and thick under my fingers, and I rubbed my hand up and down against it.

Linda was right, I heard myself think. She was right. He's got a big cock.

Marc groaned into my mouth when I touched his cock, and his tongue pushed out stiffly against mine. The hand that was touching my arm slid across my body and touched my tit. His fingers tightened against the flesh as he pinched inward, lifting the flesh.

"Under the blouse," I whispered urgently, pulling my lips away. "Play with the nipple."

But instead of sliding his hand under the blouse, I felt Marc's fumbling fingers working on the hem, pulling it up over my head. I began to protest, but if felt so good, and the top slid off my body. I was naked from the waist up now.

I moaned excitedly at the tingling touch of the cool night air against my nakedness. My head was spinning with passion, and I could hear the moans of that other girl mixing in with my own groans of pleasure.

"Do the nipple," I said to Marc, slipping my hand down the front of his bathing suit to touch his cock. "Suck on the nipples."

His cock was like fire, and my fingers gripped it tightly. I squeezed in against his hard tool, stroking it up and down with my soft hands. Marc's cock was bigger than Stu's, bigger than any cock I'd ever felt. My hand was going crazy against him, touching, grabbing, pulling, fondling his hard-on, jerking him off with my fingers.

The wetness of Marc's mouth against my nipple made colors flash in front of my eyes, the pleasure was so intense. My tits were always sensitive; once I almost came from Stu just sucking on them. But tonight the sensation was ten times more intense than I had ever felt. It was as though my whole body had become a raw, exposed nerve, tingling with the touch of Marc's fingers and tongue playing against me.

"Fuck me harder!" I heard the girl moan, and I saw pictures of them in my mind. I saw his thick cock pushing between the lips of her cunt as she lifted her hips and pressed herself against his thrusts. My imagination saw it clearly as though it were happening to me.

Marc's tongue curled around my stiff nipple, and he flicked it wetly. I felt his breath against the flesh of my tit; it felt hot and exciting against the coolness of the night air all over the rest of my body. As his teeth ground erotically back and forth, gently biting into the nipple, I began to jerk my hand violently up and down Marc's cock.

"Suck me off," Marc suggested, pulling his lips away from my boob. "Suck my cock."

There was a thin film of saliva spread all across the tip of my breast, and the nipple looked like it was growing in the darkness. The sight fascinated me and I stared at it.

"Suck my cock, Tootsie!" Marc commanded.

The words burned in my brain like a brand and I felt my mouth go dry at the suggestion. I'd never sucked a cock before in my life, and up to this very moment the idea repulsed me. But something was happening to me, and my mouth ached to swallow Marc's hard cock.

"Yes!" I hissed. "I'll suck it."

Marc rolled over on his back, and I leaned across his belly. My hand was still down his trunks. I grabbed his cock tightly and pulled myself across his body down towards his hard-on. With my other hand, I pulled back the elastic tightness of the bathing suit, and Marc's cock sprang erect in my face.

Marc hunched up his hips and pushed his prick towards my mouth. He was excited, and I could feel him trembling under my grip. His cock looked like a long, thick silhouette against the shadows of the beach, and I moved my open lips toward it.

"Oh, God!" Marc moaned. "That's it! Do it!"

I felt the shaft slip past my lips, scraping lightly by my teeth, and press heavily against my tongue. His meat was hot, and I licked his cock and tasted the bitter, sweaty taste of Marc's body. My lips tightened around the sides, and I plunged my face down the shaft, feeling excitement as his cock slid into my mouth.

"You're good, Tootsie!" Marc moaned. He trapped my face against his belly, his hands in my hair. But the precaution was an unnecessary one, for I had no intentions of relinquishing my hold on his cock.

I moved my head up and down his cock, licking at his rod furiously with my tongue and sucking up as hard as I could. His cock was all wet and slippery in my mouth, and I could almost feel it throbbing between my lips. I grabbed Marc's balls in my hand and squeezed them tightly together, my mouth aching to be filled with his jizz.

I felt Marc's hand opening the side button on my shorts. Then, once the button was opened, I felt his hand slide hotly across my naked ass and push down between the cheeks until he was touching my cunt.

My hand was still on his dock, and I jerked him off and sucked him at the same time. He must have enjoyed it because he moaned, then pushed his finger up hard between the wet lips of my cunt, impaling me from the rear. I felt the lips of my cunt shut quiveringly tight around him, sucking the hardness of his finger up into my already hot box.

The pleasure was almost driving me out of my mind, and I moaned at the wet, slurping sounds of my mouth sucking on Marc's cock. I spun my body around, on top of him, and his finger pulled free of my cunt.

"What are you doing?" he asked. His voice sounded muffled against my ass.

I didn't know. All I knew was that I was hot and excited, and my cunt was aching with pleasure.

I pressed my cunt back against his face, locking his head with my thighs and crushing my crotch against his lips. I didn't care that I still had my shorts on, for the idea of what we were doing was almost as exciting as doing it. I could feel Marc's wet mouth licking at the dampness between my legs, and as I sank my mouth down around his cock, I felt the tickle of his tongue pressing up into the wet material of my hot-pants. I sucked hard on his cock, using his meat like a straw to suck out his cum. His excited fingers fumbled in the tight leg band of the shorts, desperately trying to expose my cunt to his lips.

I felt the wet, moving lick of his tongue against my thigh, and then, once, the tickling sensation of him flicking the outer edge of my cunt-lips. But the pants were too tight, and he couldn't lick my gash directly.

"Fuck me!" I moaned, pulling my lips from his wet cock. My cunt felt as though it were going to explode any moment. "Please, Marc! Fuck me!"

Marc was anxious to do just that, and he rolled me off him. I lay flat on my back, crazy with passion, and arched my hips up when I felt Marc pulling down the loose material of my hot-pants. I didn't care that I was completely naked out in the open, with at least nine or ten other people nearby, any one of whom might momentarily come over to our blanket for a visit. All that mattered was the burning ache in my cunt, and the driving lust that pushed me to satisfy that passion.