Midge Gette - Teaching Sex Education

His hands covered her shoulder blades to press her breasts in a wet glide over the water matted hair of his chest She felt the hair curl and uncurl around the hardened rise of her nipples, the supple cupolas of the aureoles pressed back against her. Her hands fondled his sides, and she felt the lunge and shift of his hardened cock against her belly.

Jud reached down and plucked his straining shaft from the broiling water, guiding it with the flow into her amber harbor. He leaned forward from the knees, rolling his hips to dive up into her. He felt the resistance of the membrane and checked his movement Their eyes met and held for a moment, their mouths lounging against one another; and she nodded. Her lips writhed against his and he felt her tongue churn into his mouth.

Jud unlocked his legs to let the shifting of the sea play the head of his lance against the resistance of her hymen. Her mouth tightened against his and her teeth bit softly into his lower lip, and suddenly the veil broke, and he felt the suddenly permeable fissure taking In the length of him.

A pink plume slid from the blend of their flesh to immediately disappear in the green and turbulence. Jennifer tightened at the shredding under Jud's penetration, only to suddenly relax at the detumescence; and then there was no pain. Her mind spun on a carrousel of awed rapture, his tapering plunge an exaltation of her senses. They trembled to the dialogue of flesh, the electric currents leaping through their united bodies, encased within the tapestry of tumbling ocean currents.

The moist sand shifted under the press of his feet, and the sudden crest of a wave tossed Jud to the side. Still linked, they fell, rolling to keep their heads above water, and they knelt in the tumult, his loins telescoping up into her suckling cover. Digging his feet into the sand, Jud lunged up and Jennifer moaned as he lifted her with him. Standing again, he seized her thighs just below the sway of her backside and pulled toward him, and her legs rose with the support of his grip. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, and her ripe cul-de-sac blossomed to the drive of his spar and her mouth lashed at his.

He moved back toward the beach, his braced legs webbing the air with splashes of glittering light. With each step, Jennifer rocked upon the spindle of his prick, feeling the wedge of it roll and toss against her liberated confine.

He stumbled up onto the sand that sparkled with pearls of moonlight as the blankets of moisture ran back down, and then back up in a cascade of foam and froth. He dropped to his knees, holding Jennifer braced against him, and then slid his hands up her back to lower her down to the pale glimmer, his hands returning to the dimpled small of her back, and over the swell of her buttocks to encase her thighs. Her legs spread, and he was dipping down into her uplifted cleft.

Her shoulders slid upon the sweep of the tide, her hair twining streaks of blonde and gold in the silver as he polished the tender chamber, building his pace, feeding his staff up into her. The moon shimmered against the night sky behind his head; and she thrust and bucked up against his fall. And they both cried out against the rumble of the ocean.

His torso turned and twisted to the heat of his loins, and he sucked in great lungfulls of air, gulping at it greedily, his vision swimming. Jennifer felt her senses leap beyond their loveplay in the dunes, vast surges seizing her. Her mouth opened wide, her breathing stopped at the dancing lances of reflected moonlight that seemed to leap up around them to blind her sight. And they both cried out, their bodies sealing together with a consumptive culmination, shaking them to their deepest recesses.

Gradually their tension eased, slowly hearing returned, vision refocused, and their hearts and lungs pumped feverishly. It was as if they had been granted sight after a life of blindness, and they covered one another with their lips and touch, words of love tumbling with the waves. As they dropped back, the moon, bright above them was a sheet, and the softness of the beach was their bed.

As Jud and Jennifer had embraced in the surf, as their bodies had linked and become one, four eyes had watched. They had watched the two lovers move to the beach, had seen them climax, and had viewed them as they lay satiated with ecstasy.

The younger of the two was approximately the same age as Jud, almost gaunt with dark circled eyes. Oiled strands of hair kept dropping into his eyes and he kept brushing them back. Around his forearm was tied a belt and in the crook of his elbow, where the makeshift tourniquet had raised the veins, were needle marks. Amongst these tracks was planted a needle. The second man pressed the rubber bulb and the pale fluid disappeared into the vein.

The second man was around thirty, heavier set than the younger man, but pale. He slid the needle from the other man's arm and put it away, relooping the belt through his trousers. Below them, the moonlight danced on the moist sand around Jud and Jennifer.

The older man hunched his shoulders against the night air and continued to look at the unsuspecting youths. His companion's hand nodded down to his chest and he wiped at a runny nose. He watched on as Jud and Jennifer embraced again and then ran into the surf, laughing and stumbling. When they came back onto the beach and began to move toward their clothes, he elbowed the younger man.

"Hey, Billy boy," he said in a hushed voice. But Billy only mumbled groggily. The older man reached out and caught Billy's face up in his hand, squeezing his cheeks together. Billy looked up in confusion.

"Wha's matter, John?" he asked.

"They're gettin' ready to split, Billy. Let's go.

"I don't…" he slurred.

"Yeah, I know you're smacked out. Well, or John wants a piece of that young nookie. So get up off your ass if you want anymore horse," John snarled, shaking Billy's shoulder.

Billy squeezed his eyes tightly closed, shook his head, and stood shakily. John was already moving through the dark dunes, and he dumbly followed.

"Oh, Jud, it was so good," Jennifer smiled, pulling her panties up her legs.

"Yeah," Jud smiled, embracing her once again. Their mouths opened and joined, and his eyes closed with the sweet joy of her body against his.

"Now ain't that sweet," John's voice mocked out of the darkness.

Both Jud and Jennifer whipped around in surprise. They looked around but saw nothing but sand, dune grass and shadows. Jennifer held tightly to Jud's side, terrified.

"Get dressed, baby," Jud whispered to her, his eyes searching the darkness.

She nodded and grabbed up her bra. Jud ran the tip of his tongue between his lips, fearful for the both of them. Was it some prankster taking advantage of their situation and the concealment of darkness to scare them? Or was it…

A flash of pain, a cascade of darkness and sparks of light filled Jud's head. He felt himself sway backward, the pain in his temple fogging his vision. Then there was the form of a man before him. He tried to bring his fists up but, as if in slow motion, the man was swinging toward his midsection. He heard Jennifer scream against the roar of the surf as the man's fist buried itself in his stomach. His mouth opened with the pain and he fell to his knees.

"Jud! No! Leave him alone! Leave him alone!" came Jennifer's panicked voice through the haze, followed by the man's foot, the heavy toe of his shoe clipping Jud along the side of the head. Then there was only the darkness of unconsciousness.

Jennifer stood looking at Jud in horror. Was he dead? Her mouth open with her silenced cry, she slowly looked up at the man, shaking her head with confusion.

"Hello, pretty puss," John smiled, slipping his coat off.

Jennifer grabbed up her skirt and blouse, holding them over her body. She backed away, fear tightening her throat and sheening her upper lip and forehead with perspiration, a chill between her shoulder-blades bunching her shoulders.