Sand crunched under my bare feet. Warm grains stuck to my damp skin. Waves hissed softly far out. Pines rustled like gossiping neighbors. We neared the niche in the dune. Our spot. Hearts still raced from the water’s edge fuck. My pussy throbbed, slick with cum and sea. Amélie’s ass cheeks jiggled ahead. Mine swayed heavy, cellulite rippling.
There. Thérèse. Lounged on towels in the shade. Naked. Mature curves. Heavy tits sagged to her sides, dark nipples thick. Wide hips flared out. Gray-streaked bush hid her slit. She waved lazily. Amélie grinned. ‘Thérèse! Meet my star pupil.’ Eyes locked. Hers scanned us. Lingered on my flushed tits, stiff nipples. My big ass. She knew. Smelled pussy juice on the breeze. ‘Amélie mentioned you. Math whiz.’ Voice low, husky. Sat up. Breasts swung. Hand brushed my thigh as she stood. Electric. ‘Join us.’
The Contact
Pique-nique bag open. Wine poured into plastic cups. We sat cross-legged. Sand gritty between toes. Thighs touched. Thérèse’s knee nudged mine. Heat built. Amélie laughed soft. ‘She’s shy at first.’ Thérèse leaned in. Breath hot on my neck. ‘Beautiful body. Those full cheeks.’ Fingers grazed my ass crack. I gasped. Whispered. Wind hid it. Nearby parasol fluttered. Voices drifted faint. Risk prickled skin. Like neighbors peeking from dunes.
She poured more wine. Spilled on my tit. Tongue darted out. Licked it clean. Slow circle nipple. ‘Oops.’ Amélie watched. Eyes hungry. Pulled me close. Lips met Thérèse’s. Tongues danced wet. I froze. Then joined. Hands roamed. My palm on Thérèse’s saggy tit. Soft, heavy. Nipple hardened. She moaned muffled. ‘Good girl.’
Amélie pushed me down. Towel rough. Legs spread wide. Pussy exposed. Wet lips parted. Clit poked out, swollen. Thérèse knelt. Spread me further. ‘Pretty cunt. Salty from sea.’ Tongue flicked clit. Sharp pleasure. I bit lip. No sound. Waves crashed cover. Fingers dug sand. Amélie straddled face. Bush tickled nose. ‘Lick me.’ Dove in. Tasted her cum-mixed juices. Sloppy. She ground down. Hips bucked quiet.
The Indiscretion
Thérèse sucked hard. Two fingers plunged my hole. Gushy squelch. Muffled by roar. My tongue lashed Amélie’s clit. She shuddered. ‘Fuck… yes…’ Voice breathy. Pines creaked. Footsteps? No. Just wind. Couple nearby chatted low. Heard? Panic spiked lust. Thérèse added thumb on clit. Circling. I bucked. Came hard. Juices flooded her mouth. She slurped greedy. Amélie ground faster. Came too. Pussy clenched tongue. Hot squirt.
Switched. I ate Thérèse. Mature pussy. Loose lips. Tangy. Clit fat, hooded. Sucked it. Fingers curled inside. She gripped hair. Humped face. ‘Deeper, slut.’ Amélie fingered me again. All slick. Moans blended with surf. Bodies writhed. Sand everywhere. Tits mashed. Asses groped. Orgasms chained. Thérèse quivered. ‘Cumming… oh fuck…’ Bit towel. Stifled cry.
Collapsed. Sweaty heap. Breaths ragged. Pussies dripped. Listened. Silence but waves. No footsteps. Safe. Thérèse kissed me. Cum shared. ‘Secret.’ Amélie winked. Packed slow. Stood naked. Legs shaky. Walked beach. Asses bouncing. Crossed that couple again. Man hard cock curved. Wife’s fat ass wobbled. They smirked. Knew? Heart hammered. Sand to path. Dunes hid us. Parking lot neared. Phone pole loomed. Night in memory. Back home. Bed. Fingers in bush. Reviving thrill. Neighbors slept. Our sin burned.