SEX ON THE BEACH | EROTICA | OUTDOORS
Sex On The Beach! A Jealous Boyfriend. A Faithful Husband. A Handsome Stranger.
What can a woman do on vacation when she doesn’t want her boyfriend anymore, and the neighbor she desires is faithful to his wife?
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
This is Part 4 of “Punishing a Jealous Boyfriend,” which starts here.
I could feel Jim’s hard cock pressing against my legs. We were spooning in his bed. I grabbed his hand, positioned it on my left breast, and held it there. He didn’t try to claim his hand back. That was a good start! I spread my legs. His cock sprang right in between them, and I squeezed it with my thighs.
Earlier, he expressed his desire to sleep on the couch because he was married, but he took his boxer off before coming to bed with me after I insisted I wanted to be held to sleep.
I could feel his cock pulsating between my thighs. It was much bigger than my boyfriend’s dick. As I squeezed Jim’s penis, I imagined John, my boyfriend, sulking in the cabin next door. John saw me walking naked to this place, and he didn’t do anything about it. I found myself hoping that he would see me in Jim’s arms. John deserved to be a cuckold!
Jim’s penis was long as well. The little head stood past my thighs. I swirled my index finder around it then gently squeezed it with my fingernails as if I were taking ownership.
“Brooke!” Jim whispered, “I’m married.”
“You’re repeating yourself, Jim!”
I squeezed his penis harder between my nails, pissed. And I got up. But to go where? I was in my birthday suit in my dive instructor's bedroom. And I had no intention of going back to my sulking, irritating, childish boyfriend.
So why did I get up? Sleeping in Jim’s arms was the best option I had that night. But I was up, and Jim didn’t insist I get back in bed, so I slowly walked to the bedroom door and ended up in the living room. I could see one of Jim’s dive buddies on the outside bench. I went to join him, sat next to him, and put my bare feet on his thigh.
“I’m Brooke!”
“I know!” he smirked, looking at my naked boobs. “I’ve seen these perky beauties before! I’m Frank. Trouble in paradise?”
I nodded.
“Did you just meet that guy before going on vacation?” he asked, shaking his head.
I shrugged. “No. But it’s our first vacation together. I guess I knew he was the jealous kind. It was kinda charming at home but here, it annoys me.”
“Why?”
“Are you my shrink? I don’t know. I guess because nothing happened.”
“Right!” he snickered. “It’s not like are walking around naked and jumping into your dive instructor’s bed…”
I kicked his leg with my feet. “That’s the aftermath. I want to give him a real reason to be jealous!”
He looked at me, head to toe, and it felt good. Being naked in front of strangers was starting to feel normal and amusing! But then Frank went back to staring at the ocean like he was doing when I arrived on the bench. He rested his right hand on one of my feet, still sitting on his thigh, and that gave me motivation. I spread my legs while my hands caressed my belly, slowly finding their way to my pussy.
It was a hot night despite the breeze coming from the ocean, and feeling that breeze on every inch of my skin turned me on. I caressed myself and moaned until he turned around and looked at me again. He smiled, then raised my foot and kissed it.
“I’m not sure your boyfriend is watching now. You can take a break!”
I grabbed his hand, pulled him off the bench, and walked to the beach in front of the cabin where my boyfriend was spending the night.
“What is this? You want to see guys fighting over you?”
“Nah! He won’t. He’s a pussy,” I said while sliding my hands down his trunks and grabbing his cock.
“More like a cuckold!” he replied.
“That too!” I added while pushing his bathing suit down. “I’ve never had sex on the beach.”
I threw myself on the sand, on my back, and spread my legs. His cock was already hard. He couldn’t deny wanting me! He kneeled, grabbed me by the hips, and immediately plunged his cock inside of me. That was quick!
“Jeez, Frank!” I laughed. “Are you about to come already?”
He pulled himself out.
“No! It’s OK! I like being wanted like that!” I clarified while flipping on my belly to suck his dick. I could feel it throbbing, ready to explode.
“Cover me with sperm!” I ordered, flipping myself around on the sand, my face right under his cock. He caressed himself, and the sperm poured out. The first explosive load landed on my belly, but as his balls were getting drained and the force of the jets was being reduced, sperm ended up on my breasts, neck, face, and hair. I turned around and sucked his dick.
“Cleaning included,” I giggled, then jumped on my knees. That is when I realized one of the disadvantages of having sex on the beach. I was covered with sand that stuck everywhere his sperm had hugged my skin.
“I’m a dirty girl!”
He nodded and looked confused as if he was regretting his move.
“Are you married, too, like Jim?” I asked.
He nodded again. I chuckled.
“Too late for you, buddy! Sleep with me on the beach,” I ordered while pushing him down and laying next to him. He obeyed. He seemed subdued.
I woke up at one point. It was pitch black. My hand was on his belly and my leg was over his leg. He was looking at me, his eyes wide open.
“Did you sleep at all?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He smiled at me. I let my hand go down, exploring, and I found a hard cock pointing at the moon.
“Thinking of your wife?” I giggled.
“I should leave and forget about this,” he replied.
“But you won’t,” I replied, flipping myself over, getting on all fours, then crashing my head down into the sand and opening my ass with my hands. He didn’t try to leave! My ass won over his wife! I felt his cock shove rapidly inside my pussy. It hurt a bit. I didn’t have much time to get wet!
“I need sand on my back too, Frank!” I said while twisting my head to see part of him banging me from behind with the eagerness of a thirsty man finding water after a week in the desert! Maybe married life hadn’t been stimulating for him. I could sense his cock ready to burst as fast as last time, and I pulled myself away.
“On my back,” I ordered while remaining on all fours. I felt the gooey, warm liquid land all over my back. When he was done, I rolled a few times in the sand, then stood up and looked at myself. It was like body painting but with sand. I started laughing and couldn’t stop!
“You’re crazy!” he said. “In a good way!” he quickly added, although I wasn’t convinced he meant that last part.
“I…” he said, pointing at his cabin.
“You want to abandon me, alone, on the beach, covered in your sperm? That’s a gentleman!”
His face turned red.
“You know what? It’s OK! I want to go see my boyfriend like this…”
“You are crazy!” Frank said, putting his trunks back on.
I stepped into our cabin. John was in bed but not sleeping. I got under the sheets right next to him. He put his hand on my belly.
“What the fuck?” he blurted while pushing the sheets away and staring at my body coated with sand. “Could you shower to get rid of the sand before bed?”
I looked at him, beamed, and slowly replied: “I could but… It would take time to wash off all that sperm and I’m tired!”
I spread sand and sperm with my index finger on my breasts while staring into his eyes. He jumped out of bed.
“You’re disgusting!” he yelled while walking out of the room.
“You are so not romantic, babe!” I chuckled.
I wondered what happened to me during that trip. I had never been an exhibitionist before. Or I didn’t know I was one! And it was puzzling to me that I felt a certain sense of satisfaction and pleasure remembering that man who unloaded his balls on me on the beach, twice, without giving any attention to pleasuring me. I felt like I had been medicine to a dull marriage! I had been useful to humankind! That thought got me excited, and I caressed myself until I came. I made sure to be loud enough for my boyfriend on the couch to hear it all!
Am I being bad? Nah! John deserves it!
I’m not a man, obviously, but I would have expected him to want to add a coating of his own sperm over me, a bit like a dog pee on a post where another one peed. I don’t understand men!
Brooke’s scuba diving adventures continue here:
You can also participate in more Brooke adventures in book 3 of “A Sultry Life series.”
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