“Okay,” I say thickly, fighting back tears. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.
“Here. Vaughny.” He taps Vaughn’s shoulder and Vaughn immediately lets Shaw’s dick fall out of his mouth. “You’re gonna make me come and then you’re going to make Brook come.”
“I can do that,” Vaughn nods at me, seeking my approval. I don’t hate that idea.
“Okay,” I reply, feeling that odd tingle of relief settle over me. Vaughn goes back to work, stroking and sucking Shaw’s perfect erection. Shaw drapes his arm over my leg again and starts to massage my upper thigh. It’s not the brutal pounding or gentle stroking I was hoping for, but it helps erase that tight feeling. Helps take my mind off those shitty feelings that threatened to ruin the moment.
I try to keep still and be patient, but it’s hard. Being fingered on the beach is good. Watching Vaughn suck dick is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I feel myself squirming, my hips and my clit impatient as hell, even with a reward coming my way. Shaw spreads my thighs again and gives my pussy several light taps as Vaughn sets a steady pace.
Shaw turns to me. “I’m still waiting for you to kiss me,” he says.
I look at his lips, desperate to suck the bottom one between my teeth. “I haven’t kissed Vaughn yet. That doesn’t seem fair.”
“You’re gonna be a problem, aren’t you?” he says, unleashing this megawatt smile that threatens to melt my ass right to the sand. I just give him a little smile back and nod. He keeps on patting my pussy, driving me closer and closer to the edge as Vaughn draws him closer to his own orgasm.
Suddenly Shaw leans back, almost tipping his beach chair over as he grips the back of Vaughn’s head with one hand and my thigh with the other. “Oh fuck!” he cries, coming into Vaughn’s mouth. I watch as Vaughn swallows the first load then goes back for more, sucking every drop from the tip of Shaw’s still hard erection.
“Brook wants to kiss you, you know?” Shaw says, still breathing hard with his eyes still closed. Vaughn doesn’t wait for further instruction. He makes his way over to me and I know what’s coming next. I’m ready. I want it. Vaughn gently cups my neck, tilting my chin up with his thumbs and presses his wet lips to mine. I open, letting his tongue and Shaw’s salty cum slide into my mouth. It’s filthy as fuck, but I love it, which is clear by the way I’m moaning into our kiss. And damn, can Vaughn kiss. I don’t want it to end, but I break away, looking down as I feel Shaw’s hands moving between our bodies.
Vaughn’s shorts are down around his thighs now, he’s holding up his shirt with his other hand and Shaw is sliding a condom onto his long, thick, erection.
“I want you to fuck Brook,” he says, all cool and calm.
“I also want you to fuck Brook,” I add.
“It’s crazy, ’cause I definitely want to fuck Brook,” Vaughn says before he’s kissing me again. He’s just as good a kisser as Shaw, but it’s different. More tender, more careful like he wants me to fall in love with this kiss. He wants me to remember the way he took his time with it.
Vaughn pulls back and smooths his large palms over my exposed breasts. “Lay back for me.” I sit back in my chair and let him grab my legs behind my knees until he’s gotten me into the right position, my ass half on the chair. With Shaw’s help, they push my knees up until my thighs are pressed against my chest and my pussy is nice and exposed. I watch the concentration in Vaughn’s eyes as he fists his dick and gentle rubs my clit with its engorged head.
I fight to keep my eyes on him, fight to roll my hips against the sensation, but both are impossible. I whimper, making the most pathetic noise, and almost beg Vaughn to get on with it. I remember what Shaw said, remember that they have this under control. There’s no need to rush this, even though the only thing I want in this world is Vaughn’s cock inside of me. He doesn’t make me wait much longer. I open my eyes again as he prods at my entrance, which is now dripping with arousal. I watch, biting the tip of my tongue as he pushes his way into me, inch by gloriously thick inch. Everything on Vaughn is in proportion to his impressive height. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it all. Doesn’t mean I don’t want him to try.
Shaw settles back into his chair and watches as Vaughn pumps in and out of my desperate pussy. It’s hard for me to breathe in this position, with my legs trapping my breasts practically against my chin, but I can’t remember a time I’ve been so turned on. I can’t remember a time I’ve wanted to come so badly and wanted a man to keep fucking me all afternoon long. And I don’t want him to look away. I want him to enjoy this as much as I am, as much as I think Vaughn is too.
“How does that pussy feel? She’s nice and warm, isn’t she?” Shaw says.
“Yeah,” Vaughn groans as his head falls back.
“You should give it a taste,” Shaw says. “See how it feels on your tongue.”
Vaughn doesn’t skip a beat. Just slides out of me and in the next second, he’s bent over with his tongue inside me. He’s pushed my knees up even more, using his grip on my thighs for balance. It’s too much sensation. His mouth moving over my gaping slit, my breasts squeezing against my legs. I’m gasping for air before the orgasm hits. And during? I black out. When I can hear and see again, Vaughn’s pushing his cock back inside me. Shaw is saying something about how they should add my pussy to the menu. How there should always be a mouth on me at all times.
It’s too much. Too fucking much. I come again at Vaughn’s rhythmic stroking. His thick head pounding against all the perfect places inside my aching cunt. Through my blurred vision, I see Shaw sit up and kiss Vaughn deep. I watch, my eyes focusing in on the way their tongues move together and I can’t handle it anymore. I slam my hips down, rocking myself hard as hell against Vaughn’s strokes. He breaks their kiss, sensing what I really want. His fingers go to my clit as he starts fucking me hard and faster than before.
I grab his wrist, digging into his skin with my manicured nails, as I squirt all over his lap, all over the beach towel. I’m not sure how close the neighbors are, but I hope they can’t hear me coming. Vaughn lets out a deep grunt of his own and I feel his erection jerk as he fills the condom. A sick part of me wishes he wasn’t wearing one. I’m that keyed up. That high on the orgasms that are still rippling through me. I want to know what it’s like for him and Shaw to fill me up. I want to stick my fingers in my cum-filled cunt and just live in that moment. I keep that to myself, though, as Vaughn slowly pulls out and gently eases my legs back down.
Shaw comes closer and helps me sit all the way up in my beach chair. I catch a glimpse of Vaughn as he takes off the condom and drops it in a recycled CVS bag he has in his backpack. I like that they don’t litter.
“How you feeling, little thing?” Shaw asks me as he rubs my legs all the way to my toes.
I just smile and give him a thumbs up.
“Come with me.”
I let Shaw help me up to my wobbly feet and stand there, my eyes only half open as he fixes my bathing suit, adjusting the ties behind my neck and covering my sloppy, wet pussy again with my bikini bottoms. My ribs are a little sore and my thighs are letting me know that I need to spend way more time stretching. I can’t bring myself to care, though. I feel amazing.
“Can your hair get wet?” He asks.
I shake my head. “Not with salt water.” My braids are actually a lace front that cost me half a kidney. I’d rather not have to do a full wig wash routine. I’m still riding a sex high, but I’m not that out of it.
