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From: Robert Lee Ayers <rlayers@erols.com>
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Hello alt.sex.stories.  Well, here I am, a longtime reader of this 
newsgroup, about to post a story of my own for the first time.  I 
didn't think I would ever be contributor here, but life has a funny 
way of surprising you over and over again, and this seems to be one of 
those times.

The only erotica I've ever written were some stories that I exchanged 
with a previous girlfriend.  Believe me, if you've never written your 
own erotica, or received it from a lover, you've no idea what you're 
missing!  If you think any of the stories posted here are erotic, 
they're nothing compared to the arousal produced by writing something 
to turn-on someone you care about, or the fire kindled by a story 
written for you by your lover (a story that may very well come true 
the next time you meet.)

I started this story several months ago, but never bothered to finish 
it. The idea for it came from a story that was posted in this 
newsgroup.  I kind of liked the plot, so I decided to use it as a 
template for one of my own, although I wound up changing most of it 
anyway.  I had put off finishing the story, but for some strange 
reason, I suddenly felt compelled to finish it last week.  Once I did, 
I was pleased enough with the result to send it off to my former 
girlfriend for her review.  Not only did she love it, but to my 
surprise, she recommended that I post it here.

So here I am, about to post to this newsgroup for the first time. I 
sincerely hope you enjoy this story, and would love any feedback you 
may have for me. Don't worry, I can take criticism as well as praise.  
Even a short note to say you read it and liked it or disliked it would 
help me to know that my post wasn't lost in the vacuum of cyberspace.

Yeah, yeah, the following story contains explicitly sexual content.  
Go away if this offends you.

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The Beach
by rlayers@erols.com
March 1996

What a headache!  Sandy closed her eyes to blot out her office 
surroundings.  She began breathing slowly and rhythmically in an 
effort to relax, but it was all futile.  Her head was pounding, almost 
screaming.

With effort, she opened her eyes halfway and surveyed her 
surroundings.  She was seated at a nondescript office desk, in a gray 
and brown colored cubicle.  Around her sat piles of papers, nearly all 
of them bearing yellow Post-it notes reading "Urgent!".  Sandy 
groaned.  Glancing down at her watch, she noted the time.  "Four 
o'clock," she thought to herself.  "Almost time to go home."

Suddenly, her phone rang.  The loud ringing made her wince, and her 
headache and blood pressure lurched in response to the noise.  She 
snatched up the receiver, ending the annoying sound.  Holding the 
receiver to her aching head she managed a weak and weary "Hello?"

"Hi honey!" said the familiar voice on the other end.

Upon hearing John's voice, Sandy felt her blood pressure ebb.  A small 
smile blossomed on her tired face and her headache seemed to abate 
somewhat.  She inhaled deeply and sighed.

"John!  It's so nice of you to call," she said.  "I've had a really 
rough day."

"I though you might," John said sympathetically.

Something about the voice she found soothing.  It was of average pitch 
and timbre, masculine, and had always seemed intangibly friendly to 
her.  Closing her eyes again, Sandy tried to picture the man attached 
to the voice, the voice that seemed to envelop her in its comforting 
sound.  She imagined that he was with her now, his arms holding her, 
protecting her.  In her mind, she could almost feel the soft hair on 
his strong arms and chest brushing against her skin.

"Relax," said the voice.  "I've got something in mind that'll make you 
feel a whole lot better.  Can you meet me at 6:00?"

"Sure hon," murmured Sandy.

"Great.  Take down these directions."

Sandy spent the next few moments jotting down the directions.  She 
wasn't that familiar with the area John was describing, but his gentle 
voice was reassuring and the directions didn't seem too complicated.

At 4:30, she left her office and drove the short distance home.  It 
was summer, and although the work day was mostly over, the sun still 
shone brightly and the air was very warm.  Upon arriving home, Sandy 
sloughed off  her work clothes.  It felt good to be free of them, and 
her nakedness helped to make her feel removed from her hectic job.  
She began to feel a little better and her headache was fading.  She 
then quickly donned a pair of khaki shorts and a white blouse.  For 
shoes, she slipped on a favorite pair of worn sandals. Now dressed, 
she left her house, climbed back into her warm car, and drove off, 
following the directions John had given her.

The directions took her out of town a short ways.  As the landscape 
became more rural, she began thinking about her relationship with 
John.  They had met a little over a year ago.  Joanne had been telling 
Sandy for several weeks that she wanted her to meet someone, a 
coworker named John, but Sandy didn't really expect anything to come 
of it.  Joanne invited her over to dinner, and Sandy had honestly 
thought that it was a simple invite from her friend.  When she 
arrived, John was there and Joanne introduced him.  He was well 
dressed and it appeared that he had been made aware of the real reason 
for dinner. Sandy had blushed like a child, since she hadn't expected 
anyone but Joanne and had dressed down.  During dinner, John's eyes 
rarely left Sandy's.  Something about him made her seem to feel a 
little drunk.  She was only partially aware of the evening's 
conversation, and before she knew it, several hours had passed and 
John said that he had to get going.  She hugged him as he left, a huge 
silly grin covering her face.

	"Well, what do you think?" Joanne asked as soon as the door was 
closed.

	"Oh, he seems kind of nice," said Sandy, trying to downplay the 
evening.

	"Oh give me a break! You were practically drooling!"

	Sandy blushed again, and they both laughed.  Later that evening, 
when Sandy went home, she couldn't seem to stop thinking about John.  
His voice, the way he laughed, his sparkling eyes. if there was ever 
such a thing as love at first sight, surely this was it.

	John too had felt an immediate attraction towards Sandy.  She 
was warm, friendly, and down to Earth.  She was also very beautiful, 
and John had returned home that night to a fitful and restless sleep.

	Sandy continued to drive for another half hour, the last 
vestiges of the town now behind her.  The directions were taking her 
closer to the sea.  She rolled down the windows in her car and was 
rewarded with the wonderfully clean aroma of the ocean wafting into 
her car.  The warm sea breeze seemed to have magical properties, as it 
meliorated the last remnants of her headache and Sandy began to drift 
off into a pleasantly comfortable daze, hardly aware of her 
surrounding as she drove through the countryside.  In fact, she almost 
didn't see the small sign that read "McAllaster Cove".  The words 
seemed to nudge her back to reality though, registering somewhere in 
her brain and causing her to dimly remember that the cove was in the 
directions.

	She turned off the main road and followed a small winding lane 
through a grove of pine trees towards the beach.  The lane ended 
abruptly on the other side of the grove at a small parking lot that 
was empty except for one other car; a car Sandy knew well.  She parked 
her own car next to it, and turned off the ignition.  For a moment, 
she surveyed the surroundings from her car.  Behind her was the grove 
of trees, in front of her were several small dunes that partially 
masked her view of the beach.  In the distant horizon, above the sandy 
tops of the dunes, she could see the ocean horizon.  She got out of 
her car and climbed up to the top of the scrub-covered dunes towards 
the beach.  

	As she crested the dunes, her face lit up with a beautiful 
smile.  In front of her was a deserted stretch of beach.  Well, not 
quite deserted: few dozen yards in front of her sat John. He was 
facing away from her, seated on a large beach blanket, watching the 
waves roll in.  He was dressed in summer shorts and a soft blue shirt.  
Next to him in the sand was a picnic basket.

	Sandy felt her heart leap, like some small exited animal.  A 
little lump grew in throat, in response to the feelings she felt upon 
seeing John and his surprise.  Even after seeing John for a year, she 
still felt like a girl in love when she was around him.  She wanted to 
surprise him.  Carefully, she made her way down the dune and across 
the sand to where he was sitting.  Creeping up behind him, she lunged 
at the last moment and threw her arms around him, squealing in 
delight.

	John was startled, but in a moment the surprise faded he felt an 
adrenaline-like rush of excitement upon realizing it was Sandy.  "Hi 
hon" he beamed, as he turned around to face her.  "I called Steve (a 
friend of John's who worked at the same office as Sandy) and he told 
me you were having a really bad day.  I thought that this might help 
you recuperate."

"This place is beautiful," she said.  "How did you ever find 
it?"

"My dad used to take me fishing here," said John.  "Have a 
seat."

She took off her sandals, walked around the blanket, and sat 
down between John's legs.  She was facing the ocean, and as she leaned 
back against him, he wrapped his arms around her and gently held her 
to him. For a few moments they watched the waves roll in together, 
both mesmerized by the beauty and sound of the crashing surf.  John 
lowered his head and nuzzled his way through Sandy's hair to her nape, 
gently  planting kisses there.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Starving."

Removing his arms from around her, he reached over and opened 
the picnic basket.  He reached inside and pulled out a single white 

porcelain plate and a single fork.  Next he removed a plastic 
container.  Sandy watched as he pulled the lid off of it and steam 
rose from the contents within.

"Mmmm, she said.  It smells great!  What is it?"

"Oh, just a little something I cooked up.  Good for relieving 
tension."

The food was something like a stir-fry.  Tender pieces of roast 
chicken and fresh summer vegetables glistened under an aromatic sauce.  
John scooped out the food onto the plate using the fork, and replaced 
the plastic container back into the picnic basket.

"It looks great!" said Sandy.  But why only one plate?"

Without answering, John resumed his position and held the food 
in front of them.  He gently sat the warm plate across Sandy's legs, 
which were still nestled between his own.  With his right hand, he 
used the fork to alternately feed Sandy and himself, while with his 
left arm, he reached back around her middle and gently clasped her 
against him.  The food was delicious and they were done in no time.  
Placing the empty plate and fork aside in the sand, John reached back 
into the picnic basket and pulled out a chilled bottle of champagne 
and two champagne glasses.  He filled both glasses, handed one to 
Sandy, and then scooted back to position behind her.  Together the sat 
on the beach, sipping champagne, and talking about what had happened 
to each other that day.  Slowly, the sun began to slip below the 
horizon, turning the sky around it fantastic shades of pink and 
orange.

As the sun set, a slight breeze wafted over them out towards the 
ocean.  It wasn't really cold, but as the breeze drifted across the 
exposed skin of Sandy's legs and arms, it caused her to shudder.  John 
felt her movement, and in response he protectively wrapped his legs 
and arms around hers, maximizing contact between their bare skin and 
causing Sandy to instantly feel warm and safe.  The both smiled.  The 
champagne was starting to have it effects.  Sandy was feeling much 
more relaxed. Normally strong-willed and independent, she felt her 
autonomy slip away as she nuzzled back against John, letting him 
support her weight.  She felt nurtured and secure, and let herself go 
in a way she was never able to do with others.

John was feeling more open and relaxed, and loved how Sandy 
nestled against him in an almost childlike way.  His feelings were 
complex.  The intimacy that Sandy was bestowing on him made him feel 
special and wanted.  He felt that he truly belonged in her life and 
she in his.  His feelings towards he were strong, stronger than he had 
ever felt towards anyone else, and a small lump grew in his throat as 
he realized this was so.

His hands began to move around ever so slightly, caressing her 
tummy.  He began to nuzzle her neck again, softly kissing her fair 
skin.  Sandy turned her head and their lips met.  Instantaneously, 
like a bolt of lightning, they both felt it: a warm sensation 
beginning in their abdomens and spreading outwards, up to their ever 
faster beating hearts and down to their stirring loins.  Sandy's 
tongue ever so slightly slipped between her tips of her lips and 
probed the entrance to John's mouth.  It was met with the tip of his 
tongue, and the two happy organs danced with one another, two friends 
reunited again.

His hands moved upwards and gently cupped her breasts.  She 
loved the feel of his strong warm hands on her breasts and responded 
with a soft moan of appreciation, stifled by their locked lips.  His 
hands then slipped down and grabbed hold of the fabric of Sandy's 
blouse.  Slowly, gently, he began to pull and tug, pulling it up and 
out of her shorts.  Once clear of her shorts, John reached underneath 
it and again cupped her breasts, this time without any barrier 
separating his hands from her bra-less skin.  They continued to kiss 
as the sun sank below the horizon and the first shades of night fell 
upon them.

Sandy's passion was rising ever higher.  Her nipples began to 
harden, jutting out stiffly and demanding to be touched.  John's 
masculine hands stretched open and encircled her breasts, cradling 
them, her hard nipples resting between his fingers.  He closed his 
fingers and slid his hands across her skin, the friction of his motion 
causing her to feel sparks of pleasure.  Sandy broke their kiss and 
arched her head back, eyes closed, and mouth open, a silent wail of 
pleasure.  John's head swam with desire: their kissing, the heavy 
resilient feel of her breasts in his hands, her response to his touch, 
the feel of her body leaning back against him, and the emotion of 
their tenderness: all these sensations coursed through him, and his 
penis began to grow and thicken within the confines of his shorts.

Holding her in his arms, he scooted back and then around her.  
Facing her, he took a hold of Sandy's shirt and with one slow 
deliberate movement, lifted her blouse upwards.  As he lifted it over 
her face, Sandy was briefly unable to see her beloved John.  A moment 
later, her eyes were free again, she had a view up the sleeves John's 
loose shirt, along his muscled arms and shoulders, his hairy chest 
faintly visible.  His muscles were defined, and she found the sight of 
them erotic.  Intangible, lustful feelings began to race through her 
head.

After carefully placing her blouse on the picnic basket next to 
them, John removed his own shirt and crawled back behind Sandy.  She 
leaned back and bare skin of her back was first tickled by the soft 
curly hair of his chest and them warmed by his touch.  His arms 
wrapped around her, and he cupped her free breasts, feeling the weight 
of them in his hands.  Soon his hands began to slide off to the sides 
of Sandy's body, just below her arms.  He let his hands slide down, 
traveling inwards as they traced the contours of her waist, each inch 
traveled bringing tingly sensations of wanton lust to both of them.  
When his hands reached the waistband of her shorts, his strong thumbs 
hooked inside and in a continuous movement, he began to slide her 
shorts down over Sandy's shapely rear.  In response, she bent her 
knees and retracted her ankles in to where she was sittings so that 
she could lift up her bottom.  The shorts continued their trek down 
over the contours of her ass, and then up her firm thighs, over her 
knees, back down her calves, until finally they passed over and off 
her feet.  John let the shorts fall to the blanket.  He let his hands 
travel backwards, retracing the route back up along the sides Sandy's 
body, up to her knees, back down her thighs to the curve of her 
buttocks, up and around the hemispherical globes of her ass cheeks, 
over her hips and to her waist.

His hands were soft and warm, yet paradoxically, they also felt 
roughly hewn, masculine in form and strength.  His touch made her 
tingle, as if a warm liquid energy passed between them and her skin.  
She was completely nude now, and soft breezes danced across her skin 
in the waxing moonlight.  The cool air hardened her nipples even 
further, and as the breeze wafted around and under the cheeks of her 
ass, she could feel it play softly through the locks of her pubic hair 
and across the moistening lips of her pussy.  Even so, she didn't feel 
cold.  She was too aroused, and if anything, she felt warm and secure 
in John's arms.

John held Sandy in his arms and leaned to one side, gently 
tilting her over and bringing her to lie on her stomach on the warm 
beach blanket.  She closed her eyes and soon felt John's strong hands 
begin to traverse the terrain of her back, kneading the furrowed hills 
and valleys.  His magical hands exorcised away the last vestiges of 
her stressful day, and she purred contentedly.  His hands left her, 
and with eyes still closed, she could hear the sound of him sliding 
off his shorts.  In her mind, she new he was also naked now, and she 
dreamily tried to visualize his athletic body.  He straddled her, the 
insides of his strong thighs resting against the outside of her 
shapely ones.  He leaned forward and resumed his massage.  As he did 
so, his fuzzy scrotum came to rest against the crease of her ass 
cheeks, followed by his stiff hot prick as it nestled between the 
cheeks of her ass.  In this position, John's hand were able to travel 
the entire length of her back, from the hairline at the top of her 
neck down to the round melons of her ass.

She let herself drift away, awash in the sensation of his strong 
hands manipulating the anatomy of her back and ass, squeezing and 
pulling the muscles in a way that was almost painful, but at the same 
time brought intense relief and relaxation.  He leaned forward, and as 
his chest approached her back, she could feel how hard he was as his 
stiff penis wedged even deeper in the crack of her ass, throbbing 
anxiously.  He kissed the back of her neck.  "I love you," he 
whispered.  "I love you too," she answered back, tears welling in her 
eyes both from the impact of his words and the physical sensation of 
their closeness.  He began to kiss her back now, working his way down 
the relaxed muscles, as if to apologize for the hard kneading of his 
hands had inflicted moments earlier.  Lower and lower he kissed.  He 
slid his body downwards, his dick springing free.  Now his lips were 
upon the valley of her lower back, working their way still further 
down.  She felt as though swarms of butterflies were dancing across 
her naked skin.  Up the slopes of her ass he kissed,  down the other 
side of her mounds, and then to the tops of her thighs.  

His strong hands grabbed the top of her thighs, just below the 
crease of her ass, and squeezed.  He relished the sight of her, her 
taught smooth skin, so much softer than his own.  On top of the strong 
emotions he felt for Sandy, her body attracted him in a visceral, 
primitive way, and he could feel his cock stretching achingly as he 
surveyed his lover.  Sliding his body downwards, he laid on his 
stomach between her legs with his arms alongside her hips.  He leaned 
his head forward, inexorably drawn to the lovely curves of her ass.  
There he continued his tender kisses, roaming over the delicious 
mounds of her rear.  Eventually, his lips alighted at the dimple at 
the top of her ass crack, and there he placed and exceptionally wet 
kiss, his tongue now partaking in the action. He traced downwards, 
along the cleft of her ass, his lips and tongue blazing a warm wet 
trail on the way to her sex.  He could smell her arousal now, and his 
cock swelled in response, feeling as though it were on the verge of 
bursting.  He gripped her hips and squeezed them erotically as he 
kissed his way further downwards, now over the wrinkled eye of her 
asshole.  Their he hovered, letting his tongue dart out and stab at 
the opening, his lips soft and moist against her private back door.

She gasped at the sensation, and reflexively, thrust her rear 
back up against him, attempting to increase the contact between them.  
His hands slid around the to the top fronts of her thighs and he 
pulled her up on her knees.  She spread her legs for him now, exposing 
herself to his carnal ministrations.  The tip of his tongue traveled 
downwards, across the sensitive skin of her perineum.  She could feel 
her excitement building now, her heart pounding ever faster and her 
skin becoming exceptionally sensitive.  Downwards he kissed, until he 
came to the petals of her blossoming cunt.  She was totally aroused 
now, and the lips of her pussy were swollen and moist, protruding 
excitedly from her trimmed bush.  His tongue traced their outer edges, 
working its way down from their juncture at her perineum, along the 
opening to her moist tunnel, and finally to apex of her pleasure.  She 
gasped as his lips encircled her erect clitoris.  His tongue darted 
out and caressed the hood, while his lips closed more tightly.  
Sucking gently, he surrounded the center of her pleasure in the warm 
blanket of his lips and tongue, wet with his saliva and her juices.

A long slow moan escaped from her lips.  Her eyes shut even 
tighter and her furrows developed in her brow.  He continued to suck 
and lick her clitoris, pausing now and then on an excursion back up 
along the lips of her pussy, occasionally prodding at her asshole.  
Her pleasure was building up in ever increasing waves.  He went back 
down to her clitoris now, bringing her off, making her squirm.  She 
arched her back sharply, thrusting her buttocks back into his face.  
He gripped her tightly.  She could feel the cheeks of her ass pressed 
tightly against those of his face, his nose against her asshole, the 
warm moist breath from his nostrils titillating her even further.

He felt her tense, then jerk involuntary as she was overtaken in 
the throws of orgasm and shudders wracked her body.  Her breath was 
ragged, punctuated by grunts and moans as waves of pleasure washed 
over her.  He held on tightly, riding her pleasure that was also his 
own.  As her orgasm subsided, he slowed his kissing and sucking.  He 
moved upwards, letting his tongue savor the increased wetness of her 
post-orgasmal cleft.  Following the trail, his tongue began to slide 
inwards, slipping into her hole, wriggling back and forth, savoring 
her juices.  The sensation made her breathe in sharply, hissing.  He 
reached further around her waist and with the fingertips of his left 
hand, he began to play with her clitoris, stroking the now extra-
sensitive nubbin. Using his hands for counter-support, he pressed his 
face in further, burying his tongue in her cunt.  His cheeks squeezed 
in tightly against her inner thighs, his chin brushed against his 
fingers, and his nose prodded her anus.  She let out another moan, now 
deeper and slower.  At last he pulled back and gasped for air.

While his left hand continued to masturbate her from the front, 
he let go of her waist with his right hand and tenderly caressed the 
folds of her vagina.  His fingers slipped enticingly along her cleft.  
Slowly, he let his index finger sink into her cunt, the long awaited 
penetration causing her to purr.  He let his finger slide deeper into 
the warm soft confines of her sex.  Pulling back out, he now used his 
longest finger, his middle one, to plunge back into her pussy.  
Slowly, sensuously, he slid his finger in and out, until suddenly, on 
an in-stroke, he used both fingers, the added diameter stretching her 
in an indescribably pleasurable way.  With his right hand, he lovingly 
finger fucked her, while with his left hand, he continued to massaged 
her clit, coaxing her steadily onwards to another orgasm.

"Yes!  Play with my clit!  Finger fuck my hole!" cried Sandy.  
His right hand was fast becoming slick with her juices.  Sliding his 
fingers out of her, he traced upwards, his wet fingers trailing to her 
puckered asshole.  With his glistening index finger, he traced tiny, 
shrinking circles around her anal bud, spiraling in to its center.  
Once there his fingertip prodded gently against her opening.  "Oh 
yes!" moaned Sandy, her voice now deeper and huskier, "Put it in my 
ass!"  With her juices to lubricate the way, his finger slowly began 
to slip into the dark confines of her ass.

"Oh God!" screamed Sandy, as another orgasm exploded in her 
clit, spreading outwards in crashing waves.  He felt her body tense, 
her legs grew stiff and her rectum gripped his finger tightly as the 
rhythmic pulsations rippled through her body.  When her orgasm at last 
began to subside, he let his finger slide deeper into her puckered 
ass.  Well oiled, it slid in smoothly and was soon buried to the hilt.  
He let go of her with his left hand and used it to help support 
himself his sat himself back up on his knees, his cocking bobbing up 
and down jerkily.  He pumped his finger in and out of her ass slowly, 
twisting it ever so slightly, probing her rear.  Then all to soon, he 
slowly withdrew his finger from her ass, it's departure making Sandy 
feel empty once more, and she moaned her distressingly, a sound almost 
like pouting.

He inched forwards and brought the head of his penis against the 
folds of her pussy.  The drop of moisture at its tip mixed with the 
copious juices that coated her flower.  Holding his prick by the base, 
he began to trace up and down the folds of her cunt, lubricating his 
shaft, each motion causing Sandy to whimper in anticipation.  She 
could feel how exceptionally hard he was, and relished the sensation 
of his pulsing organ tracing along her cleft, its extremely soft skin 
contrasting deliciously to its rigid turgidity.  He tilted his cock 
upwards until it was nearly vertical, and then leaned forward, 
sandwiching his prick between their bodies, its underside pressed 
firmly against her perineum and asshole.  He hesitated, desperately 
wanting to relieve his urges, yet also desiring to prolong the moment.  
He drew himself up and his slippery cock slid upwards, its underside 
screaming in pleasure as it dragged along cleft of her ass.  Then 
leaning back, his stiff cock fell downwards, tilting outwards again, 
probing her like a curious animal.  Gripping his cock again by its 
base, he toyed downwards, the head of his dick prodding along the 
crack of her ass, her crinkled asshole, the folds of her engorged 
lips, stopping finally to swirl slowly around her throbbing clitoris.

His level of excitement had reached its breaking point and he 
could stand it no longer.  Slowly, but with a fierce intensity, he 
plunged forward at the opening to her pussy.  The head of his worm 
burrowed slowly down into her folds, her wet cunt stretching open 
around the fleshy head of the welcome intruder.  Deeper it tunneled 
down into her silky shaft  The sensations of their organs slowly, 
exhilaratingly sliding past one another caused them both to cry out in 
pleasure.  Deeper still he plunged, until at last, he was fully in 
her, his cock totally enveloped in the folds of her distended cunt.  
The rounded hillocks of her ass molded into the contour of his lower 
abdomen, and his balls rested snugly against her pussy lips and 
clitoris.

They both paused.  Although merely physically joined, they truly 
felt as if they had become one, united in mind and spirit.  The 
unbearable pressure in his cock was relieved somewhat by the warm 
tight confines of her cunt.  He felt as if he had arrived home after a 
long and difficult journey.  Sandy was overcome with emotion: as she 
offered herself up to him she felt possessed by him.  The level of 
intimacy between them was breathtaking, and they both breathed slowly 
and deeply, aware of the magical moment that was passing between them.

John's anxious and impatient body did not wait for him to resume 
control.  Somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain, primitive 
reflexes kicked in and began to move his hips slowly back out, only to 
plunge back in again.  The physical sensation of their renewed motions 
snapped him back from his dreamlike state, and he re-asserted his will 
upon his body, seamlessly regaining control of his thrusting hips in 
mid stroke.  Consciously now, he continued the primordial movements, 
pulling out until nearly his entire shaft was exposed to the night 
air, glistening in the moonlight, only to plunge back in again deeply, 
firmly entrenching himself within the belly of his beloved.

Sandy's body also partook in their ballet.  Slowly, almost 
imperceptibly, she began to rock back and forth, her motions in 
compliment to his, enhancing his penetration of her warm folds.  Her 
moans began to form coherent words again, as she hissed between 
clenched teeth "Fuck Me!  Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me harder!!"  Her back 
arched even further, and she thrust up her buttocks against him, 
grinding them against his pelvis.  Her subtle movements were like a 
hula dancer, as her hips gyrated back and forth, and side to side, 
tracing figure-eights before him, seductively enticing him, goading 
him onwards.

He gripped her dancing ass cheeks, one in each hand.  His 
fingers splayed out across her mounds, his thumbs nearly touching an 
inch or two above his pistoning dick.  Gripping tighter, his thumbs 
pressed inwards until they met, alighting upon her asshole.  Letting 
go with his right hand, John quickly sucked on his thumb, his ropy 
saliva both lubricating and warming it.  Replacing his hand, he began 
to prod at her anus.  "YES!  FILL MY HOLES!" cried Sandy, as his thumb 
began to slip inside her.  As his thumb slid all the way into her ass, 
Sandy felt a tremendous fullness, a completeness that helped to 
satisfy her body's aching hunger.  Through the thin layer of flesh 
that separated his finger from her cunt, he could feel the stiffness 
of his prick in her and the ridge of his cock head as it plowed back 
and forth through her depths.

Their urgency was increasing now.  Sandy's shoulders and upper 
chest were prostrate on the beach blanket, providing a counter support 
to John's thrusting.  Reaching down below them, she let her fingers 
slide down through her pubic bush.  She stopped to massage her clit 
with a few quick strokes and then reached even further down, until she 
could feel his slippery shaft as it plunged in and out of her heated 
mound.  She could feel his tight ball sack as it collided with her 
pussy lips.  Stretching further, she gingerly gripped his balls, 
encircling his fuzzy scrotum with her slick fingers.  Gently, she 
began to squeeze him, like a dainty maid milking a cow.

The plesant sensation of his nuts being squeezed goaded John 
onwards to ever more deeper thrusts.  He began to grunt  and gasp, his 
body overrun with physical sensation.  With his hands splayed across 
her ass, he could feel her muscles flexing beneath his fingers.  His 
eyes shut and his head titled backwards.  The muscles and sinews of 
his neck and shoulder bulged outwards, his breathing became harsh and 
ragged, and his face grimaced in what, under other circumstances, 
would be indicative of pain.  Sandy's face also appeared pained, but 
it was far from discomfort that they both were feeling.

There, on the beach and under the summer stars they performed 
the dance of love, their bodies rhythmically heaving like the breakers 
crashing onto the beach a little ways from them.  Their pale bodies 
glistened with a fine sheen of sweat in the shimmering moonlight.  
Faster and faster he plunged into her depths, until all of his muscles 
grew taught and his non-tactile senses grew dim.  A small light began 
to glow dimly somewhere, getting brighter and brighter with each 
thrust, until it became a blinding glare.  A wild and savage yell 
exploded from his throat, as his thrusts plunged as deep as they could 
possibly go, and his cock erupted in a torrent of cum.  He could 
almost feel his very essence as it drained from his body, through his 
surging cock, and into Sandy's womb.

Slowly, his senses returned.  His strokes slowed, and a trickle 
of cum flowed down along his nuts, over Sandy's hand.  The throbbing 
of his penis began to wane, until he could no longer feel it, even 
with his thumb lodged in Sandy's hot ass.  His muscles relaxed and 
grew tired after their strained exertion.  He carefully let his thumb 
slide out of her ass, followed a few moments later by his shrinking 
dick.  Collapsing forward, he fell slowly forwards on top of Sandy, 
sated and happy.  They both smiled contentedly as John reached over 
and pulled the edge of the blanket over top of them.  Their nude 
bodies embraced under the blanket and they drifted off into a heavy 
slumber, together, under the stars, on the beach.

rlayers@erols.com
March 1996

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